#i hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless 💕

[elfydrell]

The swamp of the forgotten

Since the creation of the all-powerful, the world has been ruled by several species of creature. Among these races, there are several categories: the Elves. The Elves themselves have been separated into several peoples over the centuries. The Grey Elves, rejected by all sides and living on the bangs of the human race, have become primitive. Living off little and close to nature, their existence remains discreet and mysterious. Nevertheless, they are formidable warriors and practice druidic magic.

Here's a 50x50 plot for download. I needed to create a special world for this race, which was inspired by a French writer by the name of Fetjaine (this author influenced my adolescence). Unfortunately, I couldn't find a construction CC to suit my imagination. So I converted 4 objects from a 3D modeling site and incorporated them into my terrain (It's purely aesthetic!). You can find them as a detached link if you're interested. However, they are converted on an "Eco Lifestyle" basis.

For those who know me, I'm a fan of fantasy. So I made the terrain mystical with birch trees with shimmering leaves and red flowers (I know, I'm a bit perched 😅) but it's a change from the swamps we know. I'd like to thank the creators of CC for allowing me to build this atypical world. You'll find a non-exhaustive list of creators' names here, as well as my "Tray" folder. It's also perfect for those who want a touch of fantasy and survivalism (Sims live in huts). I hope you enjoy the game, and don't hesitate to share your screenshots with me!

Download :

The swamp of the Forgotten (Mediafire) => Some items are high-polygon Primitive Hut (SFS) => High-polygon 4000~5000 - Base: Eco Lifestyle bb.move ACTIVATE Lot: 50x50 => Residential Price: $30714 Comfort : 1 bedroom and 1 toilet

💕Thank: The designers specializing in medieval CC conversions💕

Thanks for the reblog: @sssvitlanz  @emilyccfinds  @fantasycclove  @sims4-fantasy-cc-finds @ts4medieval

[euoniatz]

Hey I saw your post abt writers block! I never really see people write much for Charles smith x male reader, can I get a fluff + smut pleaseeeeeee?

hi anon! i don't really write smut sorryy :( but fluff i can definitely do! 🙊💕 my brain decided to go chaos mode with this so it's a little all over the place. i hope that's fine anyways and that you'll enjoy!

☆ charles smith x male reader

tags: fluff, first kiss, getting together, pre-canon

wordcount: 1417

(not proof read)

<3

no one notices him as he slips back into camp with a pack slung over his shoulder. no one except you.

ignoring your mare's protest to the lack of movement of the brush in your hand, you watch as charles, the one you can't seem to place, drops of a pair of hares at pearson's stand before heading back towards the edges of camp.

you furrow your brows and glance at the moon high in the sky. why he's heading out in to the woods at this time of night evades you.

he has a lean-to in camp. one that he sleeps in more often than not. one that you share.

you've come to know charles as someone far from what you first expected him to be like.

where you only saw broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and an aura steering even a drunk-off-her-ass karen away, he shows you kindness wrapped in crafted arrowheads and feathers for your hat.

he shows you gentle in the way he murmurs to the deer and the fox and the elk before stabbing his knife in their hearts. in the way he weaves his fingers together as he tells you about his sad, sad past and teaches you about things you'd never even thought of.

he shows you passion in the way his voice turns fiery with rage as you confront bison-killers together. in the way he's steady when he tells arthur or john or you that the fool at the end of your gun doesn't need to die.

yeah, it's safe to say you've never met someone quite like charles smith.

you barely even remember how the two of you got so close. it's only been half a year since you were thrust into the madness of the gang, but all the memories of being distrusting and unsure of yourself have been replaced with the one's of charles' hand brushing yours as you work together on chores or talks that muddle time in some crazy way only mary-beth and her novels could explain.

maybe you are simply both of the quieter nature. maybe your shared interest in nature and animals is what brings you together. or it's the fact that you're both relatively new to the gang. perhaps you just simply like each other.

nevertheless, charles sneaking off in the middle of the night after just returning tells that either he's taking a leak and will be back within the next minute, or this is a sign for you to talk to him.

you wait a minute. no sign of him.

making up your mind, you give your horse an apologetic pat and ventures into the dark of the surrounding woods. the moon is bright enough so you won't fall face first in the dirt, but you still fail to suppress a shudder as a crow caws above you and the bushes around you seems to move.

heart thundering like hoofbeats inside your chest, you swallow and push through the thick leaves ahead, eager to find charles before the silence of the woods consumes you, barely realizing the way your foot snags on something before you're falling-

someone catches you halfway on your descent to the thorns below. gasping, you quickly get your feet back under you to push the stranger away.

"woah, easy," charles says as you breathe a sigh of relief, hands hovering next to you before he realizes the fact and hastily clenches them at his sides.

"you fool," you huff, still breathless from your battle with the bushes or maybe the way his hands felt on your skin. "what are you doing out here?"

charles raises a brow, clearly amused. "could ask you the same thing, but i won't," he holds out a pouch full of bloodied and dull arrowheads. "i need to get this done before i forget."

that's a lie, he never forgets anything. you're about to make an excuse so he can be left to the solitude he so clearly went looking for when he nods to a patch of grass beyond the trees.

"if you're not busy doing... this," he gestures to the godforsaken bush again "you could help, if you want?" he asks, tone suddenly unsure.

you do. god, you do. you nod fiercly and set off for the clearing, really just hoping you won't fall over on the way there. you hear charles sigh behind you, and you think it's one of relief.

"here," charles says and offers a knife when you're both seated in the grass that you both made it to safely and without issue.

you shake your head and pull your own from your belt, grabbing one of the arrows instead. a comfortable silence envelops you as you both get to work sliding your blades against the bloody tips.

then, as you lay your finished arrow in front of you and goes to grab another, charles sighs and lays back in the grass. you watch him curiously, your brain not being able to come up with anything other than how peaceful he looks like this.

you go back to working to keep your hands occupied as he speaks, "dutch's and micah's plan - what do you think?"

you snort and work your jaw a bit before responding. "the boat job? arthur says he has a bad feeling, and he's right more often than he's wrong. i don't know, lotta money if it goes right, i guess."

you don't know much about the plan itself other than the fact that micah seems to think himself a genius for procuring it, and that arthur and hosea don't trust him or his reasoning.

dutch is onto that money like a shark though, and the way things usually go, he'll refuse to hear reason and do it anyway. will only get out alive and richer because arthur and the others will be there too, killing folk so they can get away.

"lots of death if it goes wrong," charles adds and you hum, tossing the knife and laying down next to him, looking at the stars above.

"you don't fancy it either, then?" you say.

charles is silent for a second, which tells you that no, no he does not.

"i think arthur's right about this micah feller," he says finally. "he only needs dutch on his side, though, to hell with the rest of us."

"yeah." you grind your teeth just thinking about it. everything you hear him say to the women and charles and lenny and tilly - you seriously doubt anyone but dutch and micah himself wants him here.

"but," you sit up, scooting closer without really meaning to. "we'll be okay, i know it."

charles blinks up at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he raises himself to his elbows. normally you would have moved away by now, excpet something is telling you to stay. you lick your lips, eyes flicking to his before they go back to his eyes.

"yeah?" he murmurs. "how do you know that, mister?"

the distance between you shrink inch by agonizing inch, and your eyes grow wide as you feel his breath on your face. for a moment, only your combined breathing can be heard in the forest, as if the world stopped when you weren't looking.

mind running a mile a minute, you gape in shock that this is really happening, neglecting to respond long enough for charles to begin pulling away.

"hey..." you quickly grab him and hold him steady beneath you, hoping your voice won't be shaking as much as your hands are. "because we'll be in it together."

charles smiles, wide and genuine. you don't have time to appreciate it before he's pulling you in - grabbing your face and setting his hand on your side - and kissing you.

it's like a dream, the way your lips move against one another as if that's all they were ever meant to do. you can't believe this is happening - finally happening.

when you finally pull back to breathe, you laugh breathlessly and kiss the corner of his mouth as he grins and wraps you in his arms. "you fool," he say into his neck, "i can't believe it took micah's foolishness to get us to finally do this."

and then finally you get to hear charles smith laugh, and you think you found the heaven people insist lies in the sky, right here on the ground, beneath you and around you and beside you - just as it should be <3

<3

thank you for reading! feel free to send me more writing requests 💗

[nilsavatar]

PHOENIX

Status: PROLOGUE (0/?)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!UnknownOriginsNa’vi!Reader

Genre/Warnings: ANGST, sorrow, mentions of nearly death, romance, adventure, soulmate love, destined lovers, possible suggestive content NSFW/MDNI later on, no use of Y/N, clans never seen in films yet. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: During the battle with the SeaDragon, gunfire struck Neteyam’s heart. A mortal wound that heals itself under the astonished eyes of his brother, as if the Great Mother still did not want him with her. She has other plans for Toruk Makto's eldest son. 

Nevertheless, his body is weak, and he falls into a slumber from which he can no longer wake up. His vital signs are stable, yet Neteyam is slowly slipping away.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the girl who has been appearing in his dreams since he went into a coma.

Sneakpick on the fem protagonist: Mi'niri is a Na’vi of unknown origins and singular appearance: very fair skin in shades of gray with desaturated stripes, auburn hair, and pearly irises with pale magenta highlights. She is raised within the Tawkami Clan by a couple who have never been blessed with a child. Her parents are held in high regard by the entire clan as skilled scholars and chemists. It is suspected that Mi'niri is originally from the Kekunan Clan, although she doesn’t share their somatic features, as she was found as an infant in the border area between the two clans and wore a bracelet on her wrist made of the typical garish colors of the Kekunan. She also had a toy ikran in her cradle, usually used by the clan as an educational tool. Mi'niri is sharp and intelligent, very curious about the ecosystem and an animals lover, but she never fully integrated among the Tawkami despite the peaceful nature of the clan.

Author's note: The idea of writing something related to Avatar TWOW has been floating around for a while now.

Like so many of you, Neteyam's death left a bitter taste in my mouth, so I started fantasizing about an alternative ending where the Prince of the Omatikaya overcomes death.

And, again, like so many of you, the anticipations about the Ash People gave rise to so many ideas that, alas, I can no longer ignore.

The story in question, although it has a plot already outlined, is still in the early stages of writing, to the extent that it doesn’t have a definitive title yet. And for this, I ask for your kind help.

Even if this is my first post in a very long - too long - time I hope you'll like it.

If you want to be tagged in the next posts, just write it in the comments. I’ll gladly add y'all💕

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PS: I'm not a native speaker. Therefore, at times, my choice of style and vocabulary may be odd. Nevertheless, chapters will always undergo proofreading before being posted.

Let's cut to the chase and enjoy your reading! 

PROLOGUE

The thunderous rumble of rain pelting the ground. The violent howl of the wind shaking the trees.  The desperate cry of a woman blended with the growl of a wounded animal.

Then nothing more.

Only the quietude of the eclipse and the reverberation of that roar fading into a wail.

Acala awoke with a start. She rarely dreamed, but never was there a dream that was so full of sorrow that it kept her from getting any rest. It was so vivid, so authentic. So vibrantly real. A choked sob betrayed her, causing an abrupt jerk by her side.

“Are you okay?" firm fingers held her wrists in the faint dimness of the night. She turned, her sight lost in keeping track of the glowing freckles that speckled that much-loved face. She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she could surmise the look on his face. His weary voice left no doubt; full of concerned, yet reassuring.

Minute shudders ran through her body, prepping her lungs to vent air in muted whimpers, before they descended into weeping.

“Hey, hey,” strong arms cocooned her, tenderly stroking her back with one hand, while smoothing her unbraided hair with the other. “Shhh, it’s alright. You are alright. It was just a nightmare.” “No!” she gasped against his chest, “We have to go. We have to go now!” “... Go where?” "With conviction, she affirmed “Into the forest!” as she fiddled with something. “Acala, you’re upset. Go back to sleep, it’s the wee hours,” he asserted, not in the least bit fazed by his mate’s irrational behaviour. She was all too familiar with such happenings after -- “Hurry up,” she insisted with more fervor. 

Now that the woman had lit a torch, he could watch her closely. Slender fingers on the shoulder strap, her expression showed a seriousness and confidence about the terrible thing to come.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” “They will die if we wait until tomorrow.” “Who--?” “Trust me,” she stoned, staring him straight in the eye in that peculiar way only she had, “Please.”

He couldn’t win against those eyes.

As they reached Greenhouse entrance, a voice called Acala. A gaunt figure emerged from the darkness; finely woven beads veiling her abdomen tinkled with each step. “Tsahìk,” she winced, “Oel ngati kameie (I see you),” she greeted, bringing two fingers to her forehead, right in the middle of her eyes. Her torso bent in reverence as those two fingers drew an arc in front of her. The old woman flashed her a smile, her gaze was affectionate and sympathetic, but bothered by the evident wrinkles. “Go, child,” she granted simply, releasing some of the tension that stiffened Acala’s posture.

Approval. The proof that what she was doing was the right thing. That what was occurring was actual and not a fabrication of her mind. For Eywa had also whispered to the one who interpreted the Great Mother’s decree.

“Fulfill your destiny.” “I don’t know in which direction.” “Nawna Sa’nok (Great Mother) will show you the way. Listen to her voice.” Her eyes, of a bright yellow with green around the pupil, met Sílron’zem’s, “Stand by her and be prepared”. “Prepared for what?” the frustration now impossible to control, despite being before the elder. “Providence can appear in enigmatic guises and its gifts may be found in the oddest of places. Yet a blessing must welcomed with an open spirit in spite of the fear.” “Blessing? What blessing might be concealed for us in the heart of the forest, when predators are at their most active?”

In stark contrast to expectation, Sílron’zem was unafraid of the forest. He ventured into the lush greenery of Eywa’eveng (Pandora), eager to absorb her absolute magnificence. He had undertaken such a journey as his calling, to which he had dedicated himself with every fiber of his being, regardless of the risks. But something in him changed upon meeting his mate. A compassionate and talented woman with a vocation for looking after children. However, it never attained her greatest longing. 

The desire for motherhood.

A sense of incompleteness devoured her. What was once an exuberant girl, thrill-seeking and inquisitive, has dwindled into a mere shadow of her former self.  The whole village provided her with aid in confronting the unfathomable sadness that overwhelmed her. A sort of inexplicable melancholy. The nostalgic and poignant suffering of a mother whose child had been torn from her arms. How could you miss something you never had? It was something Sílron’zem couldn’t get, not entirely. He couldn’t grasp the feeling of being denied the purpose of a lifetime, the path you had mapped out for yourself. And surely, he could not estimate the magnitude of the damage caused by an anomaly no one else had undergone before. It’d never happened a couple united by tsaheylu didn’t beget offspring, their own palpable evidence for the continuity of the clan. The Tawkami were shaken to its core when this impossibility had befallen on the very person who most deeply wished for a family of her own.

Amidst the grief, rage was also present.

Why?

Why did Eywa mould Acala to be a mother if she had no intention in making her one? Why did Sílron’zem have to stand there still, witnessing the love of his life turn into an empty shell?

Finally, one last thought crept into his heart. If she ached so immensely over the loss of a baby she never had, what would happen if she also lost her mate?

Frightened, the man resorted to a drastic shift in his scientific pursuit. Explorations no longer held the same intrepidness they once did; he stopped staying away from Greenhouse for several days. He wouldn’t expose himself to danger anymore, so he would take better care of Acala.

He was willing to sacrifice everything for her, to make her beam with joy once more, to bring back the sweet smile he was so fond of. And now all his efforts were about to be in vain. Not only did his wife have a sudden urge to plunge into the forest, at night, under the threat of predators, Tsahìk was encouraging her. No matter his high regard for her, she had to give him a valid reason to go along with this madness.

“To become a father.”

Heavy raindrops pelted the leaves that sheltered them. The soft purring of a guarding animal. The distressed gasp of a terrified woman. The rustle of a bow ready to shoot.

The txumre' (slinth) snorted irritably, as if to rebuke them for their tardiness, before leaving.

@cinetrix

[yoomiii123]

When did Peter and Charlotte share their first kiss?

I was rereading The Runaways and it got my thinking about them 💕

Thank you for the ask and asking about Peter and Charlotte! Also super-congrats on your first ever fanfic, I am so proud of you!

So, confession time: I've always imagined their first kiss happening after they left Maria because if it happened before, Jasper would certainly have known. However, I hadn't really thought about the schematics of it all much until you sent in this ask.

You sent me on a spiral which over a couple hours of obsessive typing led to this: A bonus chapter for Runaways. I hope you'll enjoy it and my version of Peter and Charlotte's first kiss :-)

Land of the Free

Read this on AO3, FF.net or here on Tumblr. Reviews and comments are warmly welcomed!

Summary: Peter's PoV of the first days after their escape from the South. Word Count: 2'245 Trigger Warnings: none Rating: PG

I had always enjoyed running. As a kid, when the others quickly tired out or got bored playing catch, I couldn’t get enough of it. I was running up and down the street, chasing whatever fantastical creatures my mind envisioned just for the sake of it. Later, after father died and my brothers joined up, running became my safe haven, a momentary escape from the daily struggle. It had always been about the experience, the feeling of freedom for me, never about the destination.

Things changed after I turned.

Discovering what my legs were now capable of had been exhilarating at first, but the delight disappeared quickly as the new routines set in. I was no longer chasing fairy tales; in fact, I wasn’t running anymore at all. I was hunting.

In retrospect, it wasn’t the experience that changed much. It was the destination, what lied at the end of every race. Jasper had always joked that, for someone who claimed to not particularly enjoy killing, I was a tad too good at it.

When I contemplated running away for the first time, a part of me wondered if this would bring back the old joys. After all, Charlotte and I would be breaking the proverbial chains to regain our freedom. The unfortunate truth, however, was that I had never felt this trapped before in my life.

It couldn’t have been more than half an hour since our first stop, we were still in the same forest, and every step was a struggle. We had slowed down significantly, still faster than humans but only just. I could barely think of anything but putting one leg in front of the other; if I did for more than a few seconds, I stumbled over my own feet.

Charlotte was struggling as much, if not worse, than I did. It made me sick to my stomach to know that I was the one who forced this on her. The fact that she had asked me to stop apologising, didn’t help either.

Was this really the better option? Jasper would have granted her a quick death. I doubted that whatever coven got their hands on us would provide her the same kindness…

No, I couldn’t think this way. All we had to do was make it through. She had been right, there was no point in holding a territory with a few hundred humans stretched over miles and miles of wilderness. There was a place where we could be safe. I had to believe that.

I took a breath to say something encouraging. I wasn’t quite sure, what I would have said, but it didn’t matter anyway. As soon as the air passed through my nose, venom started to pool in my mouth and my body froze.

Charlotte halted a split second later as she caught the scent as well. This was the way we were drilled; feeding without permission was certain death. But then, there was no one to give us permission anymore.

“Do we…?” Charlotte asked.

I guess so? My body dashed forward before the words could leave my lips. I was positive she understood, nevertheless.

Famished as we were, we drained the group of four in a matter of minutes. Charlotte decapitated her first victim in her eagerness, but the second one was a respectably clean kill. Almost as clean as mine, even though I had a good three years on her.

I didn’t feel a smidge of remorse, as I looked down upon our victims. Instead, a certain sense of victory lingered in the air. Maybe it was because Jasper and his moods were hundreds of miles away. Or maybe, it was because for the first time in this second existence, we had done something purely because we wanted to. This felt like an even bigger defiance than running away.

Inexplicably smiling, I wiped my hands in the grass and then turned to Charlotte. “How do you feel?”

“Like I could run for days.” She was smiling too.

“Good, because that’s what we’re going to have to do,” I answered instinctively, the true meaning of my words only slowly seeping through the euphoria that feeding had caused.

We had killed on foreign territory. If whoever claimed this land was inclined to let us pass before, they were certainly going to kill us now.

I didn’t waste another moment, took Charlotte by her hand, and picked up the pace. “Let’s go.”

xxx

We continued running for four days with little progress. Doing the exact opposite of how we knew covens typically conducted themselves meant that we had to travel during the day and hide at night. Unfortunately, the sun and little coverage made it sheer impossible to traverse outside the twilight hours.

I had lost count of how many hours we spent huddled in a cave, bush or abandoned cabin somewhere. We had stopped talking on the second day, worried about our breaths masking the life-saving misstep of someone approaching.

Charlotte had been quite imaginative, coming up with a handful of different signs to communicate the most necessary information. Go, look, stop, run, feed, I forgive you. At least that’s what I hoped she meant when she crossed her hands and affectionately placed them over her heart.

We weren’t holding hands anymore either, it was too dangerous. If someone found us, we’d need both to even have the slightest chance of clawing ourselves out of this mess. Still, sometimes at night, I’d place mine against hers, just close enough that the sides of them brushed against each other. It always elicited her a small smile. And that smile was enough to keep me going through the next day.

Finally, on the fifth day, the skies stayed clouded. We pushed forward as fast as we could, continuing our zig zag from cover to cover, still avoiding cities and populated areas. We hadn’t allowed ourselves to feed since that first mistake and although thirst was clearly bothering Charlotte again –judging from the way she frequently rubbed her throat – every time I spread my pinkie and thumb away from the rest of my fist and made a drinking motion, she just shook her head. At least the temperature was dropping, suggesting that we were headed the right way. Who knew, with another day like this, we might finally make it to the wilderness.

Charlotte’s gasp jerked me to a halt. She had already frozen a good four feet from me, and I was about to speed to her side, when I finally noticed what she had seen seconds ago. Across the field stood another figure dressed in loose rags. And he was staring right at us.

No! I cried internally. Not now, not when we’re so close.

I returned to Charlotte's side slowly, scanning the area, trying to figure out where the rest of his coven was hidden. But I couldn’t make anyone out.

Running away was the first option that crossed my mind, but it was also risky. And even though I didn’t like to entertain the thought, we were in a pretty good spot if a fight would ensue. The field was open, no-one would be able to sneak up on us.

“What do we do?” Charlotte whispered, her voice raspy due to the lack of use.

What would Jasper do? I asked myself. A foolish question, he’d fight. Obviously. But he had ten times the experience we had combined and usually a good number of newborns to offer as cannon fodder. All we had was ourselves.

“Wait and see. Maybe we’re lucky and he’s just a look-out,” I muttered. “But if another one shows up, we run. Head to the right into the corn.” Maybe we can lose them in there.

Charlotte’s eyes spoke of pure fear, but she nodded. Once more, she trusted me without second-guessing, and I hoped that her trust wasn’t misplaced.

I kept my eyes focused on the stranger as he came closer, scouring the area for backup out of their corners. There was still none. And in another strange turn of events, he seemed relaxed with a sheepish grin on his face. He even buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket, restraining himself.

He finally stopped a few feet away, nodding his head. “Hello, pleasure to meet you. It’s been a while since I’ve come across our kind.”

Charlotte and I exchanged a confused look.

“You guys come up from down south?”

His look was curious, he obviously waited for a reaction on our part. But I had no words. Nothing I had experienced in this second life had prepared me for an interaction like this.

Unsurprisingly, Charlotte was the first to retrieve her voice. “Yes. We wish to pass through to Canada peacefully.”

I kept my eyes peeled on the vampire. He didn’t react to her words, as if it was the most mundane request ever.

“There’s some beautiful stretches of nature up there,” he returned. “Though I wouldn’t recommend heading too far up north. It can be quite a hassle to feed.”

“You’ve been?”

“A few years back. I prefer good old Great Plains these days.”

I had enough of talking in riddles. The stranger didn’t seem hostile and while I wanted to believe it, reality had told me otherwise. If we were intruding on his land, I’d rather know it right now than spend another few minutes on platitudes. “How far does your territory stretch?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Son, they call this the ‘Land of the Free’ for a reason. There are no territories here, every man is free to go where they please.”

“No coven lays claim to these lands then?” Charlotte chimed in, surprise lacing her voice.

“No. Why would they? Seems rather boring to hunker down when you can have it all.”

I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. “What about the cities? Certainly, there are covens there.”

“Not as far as I know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Though I did hear about a permanent residence somewhere up in Denali once. Maybe you’ll come across them if you head north.”

I felt Charlotte’s hand find mine. Her eyes spoke of disbelief, just as much as mine must have.

“You two certainly are a funny bunch,” the stranger said. “Are all the vampire’s down south like that?”

I ignored his question, still wrapping my mind about what he was implying. “So, there are no territories up here? We can feed wherever we want?”

“Of course! There’s plenty for everyone. What did you think?” Now it was the other vampire that seemed confused.

Could this be? Had Jasper lied to us? Was the tale of world-spanning wars for territory just that; a nightmarish tale to keep us all in line?

“Please excuse our questions, it isn’t like this where we come from. What you’re describing is a foreign concept to us,” Charlotte intervened, now a charming smile on her face.

I prayed internally, that she hadn’t placed too much trust in the other vampire’s words. But even now, he didn’t seem threatening. Curious mostly.

“It isn’t? Well, I’ve never been down past Santa Fe, but it definitely is this way up here.”

Jasper wouldn’t have lied, I concluded. More likely, he didn’t know better himself. Maybe even Maria didn’t. I had never questioned the ‘why?’ of the wars before, but the strangers’ words rang true. It’s not like there was a lack of humans on this planet. And as I started to entertain the reality he was painting, I felt the weight, that had been resting on my shoulders ever since I’d called out for Charlotte to run, starting to crumble.

I didn’t catch the rest of the conversation she had with the other vampire. My mind was spinning, trying to readjust to a completely new view of the world; to the fact that maybe, I hadn’t doomed but actually freed her. Freed us.

When my rabid thoughts finally settled down and I consciously returned to her, the stranger was gone, and Charlotte was standing in front of me with the biggest smile I’d ever been graced with.

“We’re free,” she whispered, tasting each word. The idea must have been as strange to her, as it was to me.

“We’re free,” I agreed.

“Free!” she echoed, this time with more vigour as she jumped up to wrap her arms around my neck. Holding her felt like the most extraordinary and natural thing all at once. And somehow, I couldn’t help but start laughing. It wasn’t long before Charlotte giggled against my neck as well and I was spinning in place. I didn’t know why I did it, it just felt right.

Just as right as it felt to push my lips against hers at the first chance I got.

When we finally tumbled into the grass, I’d made the first new discovery about this life in four years: vampires could get dizzy. And boy, did it feel good.

Charlotte was laughing next to me, pulling bushels of grass from the ground and throwing it in the air above us until there was nothing but dirt left on either side of her. I watched her silently, with a big grin on my face and a heart so light it felt like it could pop out of my chest and fly away any second.

This was the feeling I had been hoping for, the one that running had given me in a previous life.

Freedom.

[anatanotegami]

Finally finished ! Started them when Switch On was released, and then had to fight a huge art block that lasted for months. I'm not fully satisfied with how the drawings turned out, but I hope you'll enjoy them nevertheless. 💕

Detailed portraits & tag list :

Permanent tag list : @elderho-tan @alliterative-albatross @dindja-rin @findhimfives @frannyzooey @moonlit-djarin @buckypascal @ramsaybolton0612 @chibsytelford @purrrrfect @moonsoflothal @bumblebee-moreno @mypedrom @trashcora @nemo-my-name-forevermore @manndo @insomniamamma @magicmanias @djarin-fettgirl @icanbeyourjedi @firehart9 @pedro-pastel @undercovercheetah @blackberries45 @not-today-thx @frankiemorales @mandocrasis @lightsinthedistancee (I hope I didn't forget anyone !)

If you wanna be tagged on my next drawings, I'll be happy to add you on my tag list, don't be afraid to ask 💛

[personasintro]

Now a very curious question!

Do you think we’ll like the end of mh? Or like enjoy😬?

Another brief question:

How do you describe a productive day for you personally? Like when do you feel you accomplished a lot in one day?

Also, i had a dream about you lmao, that’s like the first time. Basically i dreamt that u live in paris BUT ALSOOO idk u were a completely different person as to how i imagine u yk? Like just imagine u r the same person personality wise but someone switched bodies with u yk? It was just that and i hope u know what i mean cuz i don’t think i described it nicely🙂

Nevertheless, i hope you are having a great day😊💕

that's a tough one... I'm not sure if I can answer it without spoiling anything😬 all I can say is that I hope you'll enjoy the ending no matter what it is and I'll try my best to write it as best as I can!!

to be honest, I feel productive when I have barely the time to sit down and if I'm not at home which at the moment, I spend a lot of time at home considering the current situation in this world... but as a writer, I feel productive when I manage to write or finish something, whether it's writing or editing :)

that's so cool! I'm not sure if anyone here has ever told me they had a dream about me hehe that is so interesting and I kinda feel like it's an honor haha

have a good day!!! :)

[mystaposts]

Delphine,

I hope you'll enjoy today, it's your birthday after all. You're finally celebrating with us, here in the Devildom, and you're in for a surprise, for I have planned a lot of events for you.

My brothers are creating a ruckus, but that's expected of them. Barbatos has sent a basket for you, and Satan has prepared a feast for breakfast, with your favorite foods from the human world. They aren't usually so focused, but it's a pleasant change, nevertheless.

Looking back at all the time we've spent together, I sometimes fail to understand how you came to have such an impact on me. The more time I spend with you, the more I find myself falling for you. I'm hopelessly in love with you. You being here is perhaps the greatest blessing I have ever received.

I am no saint, though.

There's an outfit waiting for you in your room, and I look forward to seeing you in it. Along with your favorite foods, Tuna and Spaghetti are waiting for you.

You thought I'd forget?

Hurry along and come now. My brothers are getting impatient, and I am too. Today, this day is dedicated to you, my dearest.

Happy Birthday, Delphine.

~Lucifer

AAAA

Thank you 💕

(Also thank you for Spaghetti and Tuna reference)

[zwiezraczek]

Hii!:) I’m the one that requested the Clementine blurb and omgg you always surprise me with the scenarios!! sooo, I’m here with another one jsjsjs, can I ask for #3 with Ben she/her, and if it is ok with you can you add “there’s something I need to get out of my chest”, “omg you’re in love with him/her”. It’s ok if u don’t tho:) 💕 - :D

I'm So Into You [Blurb]

3. “Excuse-me, why are you blushing?” // “There's something I need to get out of my chest”, “Omg you're in love with her!”

~~~

Your first day at work. You feel stiff, your body tense and everything blurred all around you. You breathe in, then out before a man opens the door right in front of you. You politely smiled, before holding his hand and squeezing it as he invited you to follow him.

You never thought that you would go so far in this kind of job, mostly because of your posture and your angelic look. But this was the assumption commonly made about you: a fragile and weak young woman. But you had muscles, maybe more than some of all these men claiming to be stronger than you. And you were kind, a nice person to work with, so naturally, celebrities began to hire you as their bodyguard. First, you had to protect women, feeling more comfortable with a women around them than with a pack of men around them, you tried to be discreet but always there for them. And from mouth to ear, you became one of the most wanted bodyguard in the country. Nothing big. Really.

And right here, right now, you began to work for Ben Hardy, you know, the infamous Ben Hardy. One of the most talented actors of his generation and literally a beautiful man. Yes, nothing big at all, you thought as you walked in the large corridor of his agency towards an office where he sat, probably waiting for you for a long moment. You took in a deep breath, everything would be alright.

“Ben, here's your new bodyguard, y/n,” his agent presented you, and Ben turned around to see your face. And you saw his green pearly eyes looking at you, you felt your cheeks becoming really hot, instantly. Breathe, breathe.

“Excuse me, y/n, but why are you blushing,” he asked you, looking pretty much concerned at you as you tried to cool down, “are you feeling well? Maybe you need some water?”

“No, no, no,” you babbled quickly, already embarrassed. Damn, first day at work and you already were feeling like an idiot. Focus, for god's sake! “It happens to me sometimes, it's the change of temperature and all,” you lied before going to sit next to him. He rose from his chair, and offerd you his hand. You squeezed it too, in a little disbelief.

“I'm happy to work with you, I heard you do wonders,” he commented before sitting back.

“I hope I do,” you replied before sitting on the chair next to him, facing his agent who began to talk about your contract.

This would be the death of you.

~~~

You worked for Ben Hardy for about a month now, it had been a nice routine for you: he had many appointments to which you showed up with the group of other bodyguards, but often, you were sent ahead with Ben, wearing a casual outfit, being around him just to protect him, incognito. And mostly, this was how you spent your days protecting him from groupies, being polite but firm, smiling but able to become as fierce as needed to fulfill yourduty.

After one of his movies premiere, you and your whole bodyguards squad took him home. You began to small talk about things and others, all together because Ben was the kind of person to not treat you as his employees only, he wanted to create a communions between all of you. And it worked. You quickly clicked over action movies, talking about them whenever you had the occasion to while you were in the car sitting in front of him, talking about this movie you saw. And that night, was no exception. Except Ben wanted to show you his new discovery, a new series about martial arts which he found absolutely amazing. And he wanted you to watch it with him, which was very, very, very unprofessional of you. But you accepted.

This was on that night that you kissed. You had your blazer put on the armrest of his couch, wearing only your white collar shirt and black trousers, your legs on the couch as he came back with some snacks while you watched the series, commenting the action scenes. But you felt his gaze on your face, during a longer moment that you first thought. You looked at him, and both of you leaned closer, and closer until your mouths met. Both of you made the move, crossing the line. The kiss, this magical moment that both of you wouldn't forget, ever. His hand on your cheek, slowly rubbing it with his thumb as he kissed you, endlessly. And at that moment you knew: you fell deep.

~~~

Nobody could know about it, and nobody would. And like this, everything carried more fun, more excitement and danger: you loved it both. Stolen glances, hands brushing against each other or quick kisses before leaving his house became your favorite game, a scandal bringing game if ever lost. And whenever you could, you stood next to him trying to hide your fond smile, because you knew he was yours and you were his. The best moments were during interviews, when he had to answer numerous questions, trying to stay as calm as possible during minutes without looking at you, you standing in one corner, arms crossed on your chest, your head tilted delicately as you watched him. Sometimes, a colleague elbowed you, just to remind you why you were working here “not for the pretty eyes of his” one of them said. First, you weren't, but once something had happened between the two of you? Nothing could have stopped you from drowning in his beautiful eyes.

As often as he could, he tried to ask you to work during the parties he was invited to, just you, and only you. He was having fun, mostly with the people he knew – such as Joe, Joe was always there, or Gwilym but mostly Joe – and you stood, an earbud in your ear as you watched him from afar, regretting that you weren't able to enjoy this time with him, that all you had was unprofessional and should have been forbidden. But at the same time, you wouldn't change anything for the thrill of this relationship.

“Oh my God, you're so in love with her,” Joe almost shouted into Ben's ear, who just exchanged a subtle look with you, even a little smile. He was caught off guard, maybe a bit too off guard for Joe.

“What are you talking about, mate?” Ben's voice seemed shakier than usual, trying to hide the uncomfortable situation Joe was trying to put him in.

“I see it in your Ariana Grande eyes, Benny,” Joe affirmed before showing you with his chin. “Don't tell me your bodyguard is here 'accidentally', huh, Benny?” He air quoted, before giving Ben a knowing look. This man was even more amazing than you thought he was: you could read panic on Ben's face as he tried to brush off the subject – probably you, you thought.

“I don't know what you're talking about, she's just working...”

“And you're just trying to kiss her with your eyes, just my opinion,” he teased him with a smirk as Ben rolled his eyes.

Joe knew. He definitely did.

~~~

“Okay, Ben, now you crossed the line.”

He looked up, a bit confused, as his fingers were typing on the screen and Joe looked at him with angry eyes. They were watching a movie, true, but you were texting him and... Well, he missed you, okay?

“What, mate,” he mumbled, looking at him, still his phone in hand.

“Now, you're telling me with who the hell you're texting or I'll discover it myself by stealing your phone,” he threatened, after pausing the movie they were watching together.

He was caught in the crossfire. Joe was too insistent, Joe seemed to know everything, Joe wanted and needed to know everything. And he had his ways with Ben, no wonder why they were so close during the filming of Bohemian Rhapsody. And right there, Joe had a point and Ben in a dead end. He had to speak.

“Okay so... There's something I net to get out of my chest,” he began before Joe just waved his hand.

“You're in love with your bodyguard, y/n, right?” As Joe spoke, Ben's eyes became wider, and even more when Joe added your name.

“How do you,” he tried to ask and Joe put his hand on Ben's shoulder.

“You were making out,” Ben began to breathe intensely, “with your fucking eyes, do you imagine that? Even Lucy noticed it!”

“Who else do you think noticed,” Ben asked, curious and terrified.

“Whoever had eyes,” Joe replied. “But no worries, star crossed lovers, your secret is safe with me... Or it isn't?”

“Joe, for the love of god, do not try to...”

“Just joking Benny, just joking!”

Ben sighed and smiled: he had to call you and tell you how exposed you were.