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[laudsimogen]

This Hunger, It Isn't You (Ch. 24 - Final)

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It didn’t take long between both groups to mow through half of the remaining killers. Imogen and Laudna went with Adiris and Anna, while the others continued on their own, occasionally setting off another earthquake in the distance. They tried offering each killer the chance to surrender and leave the Entity, but none of the others seemed cognizant enough to understand them, let alone consider the option. Imogen counted eight kills without a hitch, but the process had been too easy for too long, and she spent the last few kills waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The Fog seemed stiller than usual when the voice came.

There you are, the Entity said, and Imogen froze at the sudden sensation of another being in her head. It voice sounded both feminine and masculine, and it hurt like a lance through her head.

“Imogen?�� Laudna turned when she realized Imogen had stopped walking. “What’s wrong?”

You have been quite a pain to me, girl, the Entity continued. I have been saving my strength for you. You don’t really think you can escape, do you?

“It’s the Entity,” Imogen whispered. “It’s talkin’ to me.”

Laudna stiffened. “What is it saying? Are you all right?”

You know, child, my world functioned flawlessly before you came. It was beautiful, but you have destroyed it. I tried to be patient and kind. I gave you time to rethink your decisions. But you have taken so much from me, and now I must take from you.

“I—I don’t know,” Imogen said. “It’s stronger than we thought. And it’s pissed. I don’t know what it’s gonna do.”

The ground shook again, but this time, it wasn’t accompanied by the Fog’s pained scream. It spread from an epicenter behind them, and Imogen whirled around to see for herself what she suspected was happening. Their group had stayed close to the campfire, picking killers off from around it and waiting for the next realm to take its place. Now, the ground cracked and crumbled and fell into darkness in the same familiar way, but this was different.

Imogen could only stare in horror as the campfire disappeared before her. Some survivors ran to its perimeter, escaping to the shadows before they could fall, but others were swallowed by the void. By the time the dust settled, nothing remained of the campfire except a large, empty hole.

Sanctuary and healing are privileges you have ruined for everyone, the Entity said. Cease your actions now, and I will not go further. Continue to destroy my  property, and I will ensure you are destroyed with it.”

The presence vanished, and Imogen let the air out of her lungs, panting and trembling in its wake. She barely registered Laudna approaching her until a gentle arm linked through hers and another wrapped around her waist. “Imogen,” she said. “Are you all right? Did it hurt you?”

Imogen shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said. “It’s not finished, though. It’s gonna try and get rid of us if we keep goin’.”

Laudna glanced at Anna and Adiris, then back at Imogen. “Well, do you…do you want to stop?”

“No.” Imogen straightened up, grateful for Laudna’s calming touch. “I wanna finish what we started. It can’t be allowed to keep imprisoning people like this.”

“I know,” Laudna said. “It feels like it would be a terrible waste to stop now, and I—I don’t want to go back to how things were. We’re so close.”

“We’re not goin’ back,” Imogen said. “We’ll finish as fast as we can and hope it can’t do anything else before then. We only got a few left, right?”

“I believe so,” Adiris said. “I think, besides Anna and I, there are about five more. It should not take us much longer.”

“All right,” Imogen said. “Let’s go.”

The mood hadn’t exactly been light and airy before, but now nobody even spoke as they moved toward the next realm. Everyone was tense, and Imogen’s chest felt so tight she could hardly breathe. They may not make it, after all. She’d tried so hard to have hope this whole time, if not for herself, then for Laudna, but it all felt so naïve now. The Entity had been too quiet. She should have known something was wrong sooner.

“Darling,” Laudna said quietly. “I know this isn’t quite what we expected. But are you sure you’re all right?”

Imogen paused. No, she wasn’t all right. Anything that happened to anyone was her fault, and now, with the campfire gone, there would be no reversing it. The Entity was right. Nothing had changed in this place for hundreds or thousands of years, but in a matter of months, everything had changed because of her. And that included a lot of pain and death.

“I’m okay,” Imogen said. “I just wanna get this over with.” She kept her voice even, but she was sure the wetness in her eyes betrayed her.

“Oh, Imogen,” Laudna said. “It’ll be over soon. And no matter what happens, I’ll be right here with you.”

“I know,” Imogen said. You know, when I started plannin’ to escape, it was just because I didn’t wanna be here, she continued mentally. But now I want so much more, and I’m terrified of losing it. I don’t wanna die, Laudna. Not yet.

Laudna stopped to look Imogen in the eye. I won’t let that happen, she said. I promise I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe.

Imogen wanted to reply that it wouldn’t matter anyway if anything happened to Laudna, but their next opponent was coming into the picture. Stay back, she said, and she stepped in front of Laudna, electricity crackling in her hands as the killer drew closer.

She should have asked Laudna to stay put where nothing would hurt her the moment the campfire was destroyed. She never wanted anything to happen to Laudna, never wanted her to be hurt or feel pain, but now fear gripped her like a vise as she realized that if Laudna got hurt, she couldn’t be healed. And she still had no power to defend herself with. Imogen couldn’t let anything touch her; she couldn’t.

The Blight was fast, but it wasn’t fast enough to reach them before Imogen’s powers and two of Anna’s hand-axes took it down. It, like most of the other killers, hadn’t expected its prey to fight back.

It was easy. It hadn’t even come close to hurting them. They were one killer closer to beating the Entity. But as they left the Blight’s land to crumble behind them, Imogen’s nerves only amplified to the point that she felt sick.

The feeling grew when she heard their other friends make another kill, too, and they ran back into each other as the available land shrunk. The next two kills went by just as quickly, and for just a moment, with only one realm left outside of the Red Forest, Imogen hoped they would make it. She hoped the Entity had been bluffing, and that it couldn’t actually do anything to them. She hoped they would escape and find each other and live out their lives together. She wanted it more than anything, and maybe, maybe if she let herself hope for it, it could happen. But she wasn’t betting on it.

So when the Entity spoke this time, halfway through the last realm, she all but resigned herself to defeat. A sharp pain like knives through her flesh came with it that forced her to her knees.

I did warn you, the Entity said. Its presence sank into the spot between her shoulder blades and pulled her head back by the hair. I have the strength to kill two. You will watch your friend suffer first.

Imogen watched as Laudna gasped in pain and her knees buckled, hitting the ground hard.

“No!” Imogen cried. “No, please—please don’t hurt her. I’ll stop. I’ll do anything. Just let her go.”

“Imogen, don’t—”

Laudna’s voice broke off as the Entity’s invisible grip closed her airway. Imogen’s eyes watered, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything to help.

You would do anything? The Entity laughed. You have proven yourself untrustworthy. You expect me to believe your lies?

“I swear!” Imogen pulled against the Entity’s grasp, but it didn’t budge. Tears streamed down her face as Laudna struggled to breathe, and while Ashton and Fearne knelt down next to her, they couldn’t do anything, either. Orym whispered something to Ashton, who stood up and hurried away, but Imogen couldn’t tear her eyes away from Laudna long enough to notice. “Anything,” she said. “I’ll do anything.”

If you really mean that, the Entity said, if you would truly do anything for this one, then you would replace what you have taken from me? You would stay here and hunt, loyal only to me? You would lose your relationship with the Witch to save her?

It was desperate. It was desperate and dying, and Imogen wished she could take advantage of that, but she was desperate, too. Laudna was dying. And she would do anything to save her.

“Yes,” Imogen said. “Yes. I’ll do it. Just let her live.”

As you wish.

Laudna gasped as air flowed back into her lungs, and a wave of relief washed over Imogen. There was always the possibility that the Entity wouldn’t uphold its end of the deal, but it seemed to want a new killer more than it wanted to kill Laudna, and that was all that mattered.

“Imogen?” Laudna’s voice was hoarse and weak. “Are you—are you all right? The Entity—what just happened?”

Imogen shook her head. Tears continued to spill over her cheeks as a dark fog enveloped her, electricity sparking and coursing through her veins without her consent. I’m sorry, she said in Laudna’s head. We can still finish this, but I’ll have to go with Anna and Adiris. I love you.

“Wait.” Laudna stumbled to her feet. “What do you mean?” Imogen? What do you mean?

Imogen couldn’t reply before she was whisked away by the Entity as another earthquake started up. There was so little land left, Laudna could easily see it on the edge of the realm they were in: a new one forming, with grassy plains and a farmhouse and barn, all bathed in an eerie red light. Laudna’s stomach turned as she realized what had happened.

“Did she just—”

Anxiety rose in Laudna’s chest as the others murmured to each other about what to do now. She racked her brain for some solution for this, for some way to reverse the Entity’s bond, but she came up with nothing. The campfire was gone. Imogen couldn’t die and come back. She was stuck.

“Hey!” Ashton reappeared on the horizon, running toward the group. Laudna didn’t know why until the ground quaked again, and Ashton waved them away. “Run!”

Laudna was still trying to process Imogen’s new situation, and she didn’t run until Ashton reached her and grabbed her hand to pull her along. They released her when they reached the Red Forest.

“What the hell happened?” They looked across to the new realm. “Is that—”

“It’s Imogen,” Laudna choked out. Dark clouds swirled in the red sky, and lightning struck every few moments. That was Imogen’s nightmare, wasn’t it? And now her only options were to stay in it or to die. “I have to find her.”

“She is the last one now,” Adiris said. “I’m sorry for what you must do. Take us first, then go to her and say your goodbyes.”

Laudna shook her head. “We can’t—we can’t kill her! We have to find another way. There must be another way.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and find her,” Orym murmured to Laudna. “We’ll meet up when we’re done here. We don’t have to make any decisions yet.”

Laudna nodded. “Okay,” she said. She trembled as she stepped toward Imogen’s realm, knowing what her friend would say when she found her. She would want to make the sacrifice. Imogen didn’t want to die, but she wanted to end the Fog more. And Laudna wasn’t sure she’d be able to convince her otherwise.

Did she even have the right to try? If it were her—if she were the last cog in the Entity’s machine, if she were faced with being trapped in her nightmares for eternity—she would make the sacrifice, too. But selfish as it was, the thought of losing Imogen now felt unbearable. She’d been through so much, but she didn’t know if she would even survive the pain of that loss.

Orym’s words rang in her head: we don’t have to make any decisions yet. They didn’t have all the time in the world, but they did have some time. Right now, all that mattered was finding Imogen.

It wasn’t hard. She sat in the barn at the epicenter of the storm, knees tucked up with her hair swirling around her in the excess electricity. She held a knife in her hand, the weapon the Entity must have granted her, and held it against her throat.

Fear washed over Laudna. “Imogen, don’t!”

Imogen looked up at her, face wet with tears. “I can’t,” she said, and she drew the knife across her throat. It glanced off as if her skin were marble, and she dropped the knife into the hay on the floor. “I didn’t want y’all to have to do it. But you’ll have to.”

“No,” Laudna said. She crept up to Imogen, her own hair slowly standing on end as she got closer, and knelt down beside her to take her hand. “We’ll think of something else. We always think of something else.”

“I don’t think there’s anything left,” Imogen said. “I’m so sorry, Laudna. I just didn’t know what to do.”

Laudna swallowed. “What do you mean? This isn’t your fault; the Entity did this.”

Imogen was silent for a moment. “I agreed to it,” she said quietly. “It was gonna kill you. This was what it wanted, so I made the deal. I couldn’t let you die.”

Laudna’s chest hurt. She wanted to be angry; she wanted to scold Imogen for being willing to make Laudna suffer through the same pain she’d made that decision to avoid herself. But as painful as it was, she couldn’t be mad. Not at Imogen. So, she drew Imogen into a tight hug, ignoring the small jolts of electricity that shot through her skin.

“If you want to go,” Laudna said, her heart breaking at her own words, “you don’t have to go alone. I’ll be here.”

“I don’t want to,” Imogen said. “I have to. If I stay, the Entity could rebuild this whole place with enough time. I don’t want anyone else to ever have to go through this.”

“I know.” Laudna petted Imogen’s hair back, moving the tear-soaked strands out of her face. She felt tears gathering in her own eyes. “You’re so good and brave, Imogen.” She paused as her throat began to close with grief. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“We don’t have to.” Imogen burrowed her head into Laudna’s chest, where she could feel the slow, steady beat of her heart. She could stay there forever in Laudna’s arms, and she guessed she wouldn’t have to leave them, anyway. If she had to die, that was where she wanted to be. “Can we stay like this?” she said. “I just don’t wanna see it coming.”

She’d died so many times before, but somehow this felt different. It wasn’t about the pain. It was knowing she was leaving Laudna behind, knowing she would never see her smile or hear her laugh again, knowing they would never find each other and get a little house with a garden together. It hurt more than any death she’d experienced.

“Of course,” Laudna said. One more earthquake signaled the fall of the Red Forest, and her arms tightened around Imogen. The others would be there soon, and then it would be over. Laudna would hold Imogen, of course, of course, but she couldn’t lay a hand against her. It would have to be one of the others.

They filed into the barn several too-short minutes later, silent and aware of the weight of the situation. Ashton sat on one side of them, Orym on the other, and Fearne and Chetney knelt down across from them.

Ashton met her eyes, the question as clear on their face as it would have been if they’d spoken it: Is there any way to fix this?

Laudna shook her head and choked back a sob. She had to be strong for Imogen.

It wasn’t easy. Chetney took the responsibility, unusually solemn as he chose a weapon from those they had pilfered from the other killers. Something that would work fast, with as little pain as possible.

Laudna couldn’t watch. She closed her eyes and touched her forehead to Imogen’s, whispering I love yous in her ear, and only let the sobs rip through her when Imogen stopped breathing in her arms.

Imogen didn’t feel the blow. All she felt was Laudna’s cool embrace, the touch of her skin, the warmth of her presence. She didn’t know she was gone until she was suddenly back, violently alive, gasping on the ground.

It was confusing. First, she thought it had been a sloppy kill, and that she was still in the midst of dying, but that wasn’t the case. Things faded when death approached. Now, yhough, they were becoming sharper and clearer. She could feel a breeze on her skin, and she couldn’t see for a moment through the blindingly bright light that shone through the treetops. The sky between the leaves was blue. Birds sang in the boughs.

“Imogen?” Laudna’s worried face appeared over her, and a hand came to rest on her cheek. “Imogen, darling, I’m here. I’ve got you. Are you all right?”

Imogen covered Laudna’s hand with her own and glanced around to take in her surroundings. Her friends were gathered around her, most at enough of a distance to give her space, except Laudna and Fearne. She didn’t know where they were, but the world was alive. The Fog was gone.

“What happened?”

“It worked,” Laudna said with a watery smile. “Your realm collapsed, and we wound up here. With you. Fearne brought you back; we didn’t know if it would work, but you’re back now. It worked.”

Imogen stared at her for a moment. Was this real? It seemed too good, like it must be the Entity’s last sick trick. Is this real? she asked mentally.

It’s real, Laudna replied, and the music of her voice in Imogen’s head was enough to solidify the sentiment.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. She was alive. Laudna was alive. There was no Fog, no threat of the Entity finding them, no trials, no killers. This was the real world, and now they could breathe.

She didn’t know whether it was the fresh air, the fuzziness in her head post-death, or simple joy, but Imogen suddenly lost all inhibition and pushed herself up on her elbows to catch Laudna’s lips in her own. She didn’t have a chance to regret the impulse before Laudna leaned into it, desperately kissing her back as if she’d been wanting this for as long as Imogen had.

And she had been. Laudna thought she would be nervous to kiss anyone, let alone someone whose presence she craved so deeply, but she wasn’t. It felt right, and soft, and wonderful, and the feeling lingered when they parted, her head buzzing with giddiness.

Ashton cleared their throat. “You two better get a room before this goes any further,” they said lightheartedly, and they smiled down at Imogen. “I’m glad you made it. Wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

Imogen’s face flushed deeply as she sat up the rest of the way, but she couldn’t bother giving any mind to the embarrassment. Not when her life had suddenly flipped from being over to just beginning. “Thanks,” she said. “Me, too.”

“What now?” Laudna said. Her hand lingered on Imogen’s arm, seeking the warmth that reminded her this was real. Imogen absentmindedly took it in her own hand and threaded their fingers together, her violet scars providing a sharp contrast to Laudna’s pale grey skin. She thought it might be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, besides, of course, Imogen herself.

“We find out where we are, I guess,” Orym said. “And then…I don’t know.” He laughed. “I’m dying to eat something. It’s been so long.”

“I’m dying for a fucking drink,” Ashton said.

“A nice bed,” Fearne added. “With sheets.”

Imogen and Laudna exchanged a fond smile. “Sounds like we need an inn, then,” Imogen said. “Anyone got any money?”

“Oh, please. Where do you think I got the diamond to bring you back?” Fearne began picking coins out of her hair and tossing them into a pile on the ground. “The Entity didn’t check here when it took my things. Dumb bitch.”

“Do you need to rest for a bit?” Orym asked Imogen.

“Yeah, if that’s all right,” Imogen said. As much as she wanted food and drink and a warm bed, who knew how far away that might be? Right now, she just wanted to lie down and look at the trees and the sky and feel the warmth of the sun on her skin.

She lay back down, and Laudna lay beside her, resting her head on Imogen’s chest. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t still shaken by what she’d thought had been Imogen’s permanent death, but she could relax now. Imogen was safe. Her chest rose and fell slowly beneath her head, and a stray lock of lavender hair rested over her shoulder. Laudna reached out to twist it between her fingers, marveling at the way the strands shone in the sun.

Her own hair was still limp and lifeless, like the rest of her. She’d hoped before that if they escaped the Fog, her body would go back to normal, but she wasn’t too upset about it. After all, she had friends now who didn’t care what she looked like. And she had Imogen. This was the only body Imogen had ever known, and she still loved her, and that was enough.

How’s it feel? Imogen asked in her head. You were in there longer than most of us. Is it weird to be back?

A little, Laudna said, but it feels incredible.

Imogen could tell through their open connection that Laudna was talking more about her than about the real world, and warmth spread in her chest as she tucked her chin to kiss the top of Laudna’s head.

Yeah, Imogen said. It does to me, too.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful Halloween!

Will it be all right if I request the WHB King's reactions to MC wearing One of those sexy Halloween costumes (any of your choice!)

You're writing is extremely well done And I really enjoy reading your work!

Have a nice day or night :3

Hello! And thank you! And yes, and thank you! I'm writing this answer early, because the time it's posted, I'm probably sitting with family and friends. Hope I can brighten up your three minutes with my silly ideas 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

You came to Satan in a mummy costume, covering strategic places with bandages. He is delighted. For this joy he will kick anyone who looks at you, and he will want to take you here, now, in this corner, on this wall. The bandages you wore will grow to the status of relics. Satan will tie them around his wrists for difficult fights, and small pieces will be used to tie the most seriously wounded warriors, as a reward and support in healing.

Mammon won't be able to take his eyes off you when he sees you dressed as an Egyptian queen. Dripping with gold and silk, half-naked, combining inaccessibility with luxury... This will be Tartaros' favorite Halloween, because Mammon will take you on his knees and open up the throne room, accepting audiences for ordinary devils. Let all the devils see how beautiful and powerful their queen and his Master is, before he takes you to his chambers to ruin your expensive makeup.

Leviathan will be disgusted when he sees your exposed shoulders, tight corset and short skirt with a deep cut if you dress up as a pirate. What kind of idea is that? And that knife on your thigh. You want to fight with anything? With this? Foolish human. As a pirate, you should be ready to fight a kraken... and he can show you how dangerous and big the tentacles are.

You know those edible bracelets made of powdered candy? This is what the bikini Beelzebub will send you is made of. Only there will be less candy than on this bracelet. So that you can somehow go out on the town, you'll throw on his coat and tie it tightly around your waist. Improvisation is all you have left. You grab your markers, open the phone gallery and in the mirror, sloppily, scribble words on your body; Beel's tattoos. You'll steal Bael's glasses, and voila! Avisos, don't count on seeing your king, because when he sees you, he'll get obsessed. Do you want to be his so much that you're dressed up as him? Do you miss him so much? Come here. All you'll see for the next few hours is him and his clones; he'll point out every mistake in your tattoos and make you learn them by heart on his own body.

For Lucifer, you really tried your best with the makeup. You came in torn clothes, with fake wounds painted all over your body. The poor devil almost had a heart attack when he saw you. He rushed to check which of them were real, and when it turned out that none, you only heard a quiet whisper and felt a warm breath on your cheek. "Not very convincing." he muttered disapprovingly, as if he almost didn't panic at your sight. "I'll help you make them better." He licked his lips. Looking at his sharp fangs... your makeup can't compare to what they will leave.

For Belphegor the sexiest thing you can do is dress up as a mattress, but he guesses that wasn't the purpose of this event. You put on a sexy outfit, drew some card designs, and slid some cards and dices under your clothes and into ruffles. You decided to present the devil with a fait accompli. Took his favorite dice and threw it under your bra. "Oops." You spread your hands as if you hadn't done it on purpose. "I think you lost something?" Although initially unfazed, you quickly motivated him to search... even though your ornaments would soon be the last thing he was interested in.

Asmodeus was hard (as always) to figure out… so you decided to ignore him completely and just have fun. Let's test our king. Will he really think you're sexy in *everything*? Even if you dress up as an inflatable T-Rex? You were already excited when you found out that there was no such thing in hell. Sucks. Annoyed, you decided to tease your king. With Eligos and Paimon you spent a good few days, preparing a tight black dress, a curly wig, and specific makeup. To them, you looked simply sexy; but when you stood before Asmodeus, made up like Lust, his eyes widened. After all, he’s a man of culture who spends most of his time on Earth. “Sassy.” He smiled menacingly as he ran his finger over the tattoo between your collarbones. “Do you want to mock me or please me? Oh, well… Guess I have to ignite you.” Others better appreciate your creation before he sees you, because there will be absolutely nothing left of it.

[xomakara]

Sweat and Seduction

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You're a yoga instructor that teaches yoga and well-being. When the girls in your class get distracted by Yeosang, a regular gym client, you can't help but fall for him too.

PAIRING | Yeosang x Reader

GENRE/CONTENT/WARNINGS | gymrat!Yeosang, yogateacher!Reader, non-idol au, smut (with some plot), consensual sex, vaginal sex (wrap it up y’all!), oral sex, dirty talk

RATING | Mature, Explicit, 18+, NSFW, MDNI

LENGTH | 4,119 words

TAGLIST |  @yeostinys

NETWORKS |  @cromernet (reuploaded so only tagging nets that haven't reblogged it yet)

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Took me a bit to write this so I hope it turns out well. I hope you all like, comment, reblog since it would mean the world to me.

Here's the original request:

“Girl, look at him.”

“Oh my god, he’s so hot.”

“You think he’s single?”

You looked at the man that the girls from your yoga class were oogling over. He was wearing a tight fitting black muscle tank with gray sweatpants. You knew who he was because every other day they made some sort of comment about how good looking he was or how great his body was. The one that really caught your attention was when one girl said ‘I want to lick his abs all day long.’

Not that you don't blame her. You had thoughts like that about him too.

Kang Yeosang was a regular at your gym and you’d often see him about three or four times a week. He’d always work out at the same time and leave at the same time. Some days he would bring his equally attractive friends with him but most days it was just him. His beautiful face and rock hard body really stood out amongst the rest of the guys there. Most of the guys in the gym usually dressed up a bit but Yeosang stuck to more basic workout wear which really highlighted his features.

A lot of women probably felt the same way you did about him, wanting to be close to him and feel the strength he exuded. It wasn’t an easy task for him though, being a muscular hunk in a fitness center where everyone has good looks and muscles.

You always noticed him.

He noticed you too.

So when the girls started acting like little teenage girls and asking if he was single, you couldn’t help but overhear them as you finished stretching after your yoga class. You waved as some of the women in your class, happily married or taken, went on their way while the clearly single ones lingered around trying to get a glimpse of Yeosang again.

You walked up to the front desk and leaned against the counter to look at your friend who was finishing up checking in a client. Ari, your friend, shook her head as she looked at the girls that were still waiting for Yeosang to come back.

"Looks like they're at it again." She muttered.

You shrugged, "I'm already used to it. They did that when they saw Seonghwa a few weeks ago. Now he comes and works out at night only."

Ari laughed. "I don't blame him. The girls in your yoga class are horny as fuck."

You laughed. "Only the single ones."

"What about you?" Ari asked, a teasing smile on her face.

"What about me?"

"Aren't you horny for him too?" Ari nudged you. "I see the way he looks at you and the way you look at him."

"Pfft. He's just a regular here. Of course, we're going to look at each other. I teach classes here, remember?" You scoffed.

"That's not what I meant and you know it." Ari said. "He's so damn handsome. Just imagine if he wanted to… explore those muscles with you. Wouldn't you be down?"

"I mean..." You paused for a moment before answering. "Maybe... If he came on to me then sure, why not? But until then..."

Ari grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. "Do you think you'd be able to turn him down?"

"With a face and body like that..." You bit your bottom lip. "Hell no. I'll take whatever I can get."

Ari laughed. "Well good luck my friend. You'll tell me all about it, won't you?"

You grinned. "Yeah, yeah. You have my word."

You watched as Ari chased out your students since your class was over. It wasn't time for you to leave the gym yet, so you were helping some of the staff disinfect equipment and do last minute cleaning. While you were wiping the handle of the dumbbells, Yeosang came walking towards you.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up and goosebumps spread across your arms as he walked closer to you. His body language seemed casual, but you could tell something was different about him today. There was something else behind his eyes, like he was determined.

“Ms Y/N?” You heard his deep voice call out your name and you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound of it. You slowly turned your head and found yourself staring into his dark chocolate brown eyes.

“Yes?” You replied, suddenly feeling very nervous. What was wrong with you? This guy is just another normal customer at the gym!

“By chance, do you have any openings in your yoga class?” Yeosang asked. “Preferably anything at night or with your married students because I’m worried that the single girls in your morning class would jump me.”

“Sure. Come by tomorrow afternoon after my last class. We’ll discuss the details then.” You smiled at him.

Yeosang nodded and flashed you a dazzling smile before heading off to work out somewhere else in the gym.

Ari was by your side in an instant. "Ohhhhhh, did I see you talk to Mr Hunk? What did he say? Did he ask you out?"

You shook your head. "He wants to take one of my classes. That's it."

"Ouuuuu." Ari nudged you. "You'll tell me all about it, right?"

"Yes. Definitely." You laughed. "Now go help somebody else. I've got work to do."

As you continued working, you kept thinking about Yeosang and the possibility of teaching him. Not many men had this much confidence to approach you directly without being creepy. That coupled with his physical appearance meant that he would likely have no problem doing yoga poses during the class and showing off his rock hard body.

His muscles and stamina could easily rival yours.

And maybe you’d get a good workout in yourself along the way.

The next day, after your yoga class, you had an idea. You were curious if Yeosang was the type of man who could keep up with you or not.

"Hey Yeosang, do you mind sticking around for a few minutes after class?" You asked, watching him carefully. "I need someone to try out a new pose with."

Yeosang looked at you curiously. "Sure, no problem. I'll be here."

"Great. Thank you."

After everyone left the room, you pulled Yeosang into the back to discuss the details of him joining your class. You explained to him that you needed a male volunteer so you could have him try out the different poses and make sure that it was suitable for both genders. He agreed and the two of you walked back to the front of the gym.

"Are you ready to try some of these poses?" You asked him.

Yeosang smirked and nodded.

"Okay, let's start with a simple one." You said, getting into a position and waiting for him to copy it.

Yeosang followed your lead, mirroring you. His eyes never left yours, making you blush slightly.

"Alright, now try the next one." You told him, demonstrating the pose.

Yeosang took a step forward and reached down, placing one hand on the floor. Then he placed his other hand next to his foot.

"Perfect." You praised him, smiling widely.

Yeosang stayed there for a moment before lifting his head up and staring into your eyes once more. He moved forward, his lips inches away from yours. Your breath hitched and you swallowed nervously.

"How did I do?" He asked quietly, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"Good job." You whispered.

"Thanks." He mumbled. "What's next?"

You gulped, your mouth suddenly dry. "Um... let's try something harder."

Yeosang nodded, keeping eye contact.

You led him through the rest of the poses, taking your time with each one. Yeosang watched intently, making sure to follow every direction. You tried not to stare at his body too much, but it was difficult not to.

His shirt clung to him tightly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and muscular chest. The sleeves of his shirt stretched tightly across his biceps, showing off their impressive size. He wore loose fitting black track pants that hung low on his hips.

After the last pose, Yeosang sat down beside you. You glanced over at him, seeing him wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Well done. You've got a natural talent." You complimented him, trying to act normal despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." Yeosang said, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"It's getting late. Why don't we call it a day?" You suggested, standing up.

"Okay." He replied, standing up as well.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

As soon as Yeosang walked away, you let out a heavy sigh.

Holy shit.

You didn't expect him to be so fucking attractive.

It took a lot of self control not to stare at his ass while he walked away. You wanted to touch him so badly.

Your heart rate was racing and you could feel heat spreading throughout your body. You couldn't stop thinking about his beautiful face.

His lips.

His strong jawline.

His muscular arms.

You were absolutely smitten with him.

And you had no idea how to deal with it.

The next day, you met up with Ari to talk about the situation.

"Oh my god." She gasped when you told her what happened. "So you're gonna start teaching him every night? That's amazing! Are you excited?"

"Yeah, but I don't know if I can handle it." You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

"Why not? What happened?" Ari asked, her brows furrowed.

"He's so fucking hot." You whined, leaning forward and placing your head on the table.

Ari giggled. "Everyone in the whole gym knows he’s hot.”

"I know, but it's different. I've never had a guy affect me like this before." You sighed, shaking your head. "I can't focus on anything else when he's around."

"Maybe it's because he's a new student?" Ari suggested. “I mean sure he’s a regular gym rat but he’s new to yoga, isn’t he?”

"Maybe." You mumbled.

"Look, just take it easy. Don't overthink it. Just enjoy teaching him yoga. It'll be fun!" Ari assured you.

You nodded, sighing.

"Alright! Class is done for the day!" You called out to your class, waving goodbye to them as they exited the studio. "Good job everyone!"

Some of your students left quickly, wanting to get home to spend time with their family. Others stayed behind to chat. You welcomed them to stay and socialize a little longer but your mind kept drifting to Kang Yeosang.

It had been a few weeks and while most people enjoyed learning yoga and meditation, Yeosang seemed to take pleasure in challenging himself. At least that’s what you assumed seeing the way he worked so hard during your classes. He’d push himself to the limit and beyond. Whether it was practicing his leg stretches and balance or using light weights to challenge his core strength, Yeosang took your class seriously and tried to better himself.

Seeing someone appreciate your teaching like that always brought a sense of pride and happiness to you.

“It feels so good to stretch and loosen up after sitting at the computer all day.” A girl in her early twenties said as she stretched out her legs. “I swear it makes my back hurt less.”

You chuckled and nodded. “I totally agree. You should come to my evening class next week. Would you be interested?”

The woman nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! You’re so amazing Ms. Y/N. I love coming to your classes.”

Another woman came over to you and clasped your shoulder. “Your students seem to adore you. How long have you been teaching?”

“This will be my fifth year actually.” You replied. “Why do you ask?”

She smiled and gently squeezed your shoulder. “You deserve a big promotion or raise or something. Teaching others is your calling and you make us all feel so special.”

“Thank you.” You blushed.

“You’ve got such a positive aura around you and your presence seems to make everything so peaceful. You must have some kind of magic powers or something.” The woman giggled.

The compliments were nice to hear. Even as a young adult, you could understand how people responded to you. You didn’t consider yourself special, especially compared to the yoga teachers you’ve met throughout the years. However, the fact that people related to you made you happy. Your job isn’t exactly a typical 9-to-5 office job either.

Working in a school was fine for the first two years but then you became bored of having to sit through endless meetings and pointless lectures about students and parents. It was only when you began teaching yoga classes and participating in the training of new instructors that you found meaning in your life again. Seeing the transformation of people that first come to class as a total stranger and end up leaving a few hours later as a happier, calmer person was priceless. Being part of someone’s journey to becoming healthy and mentally stable was truly rewarding. You waved as the remaining students left the studio.

"Ms Y/N."

That deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up and found a familiar pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

Your heart stopped.

Your mind immediately went blank. All you could focus on was that one word that you'd heard from his mouth.

You turn to look at Yeosang, the black muscle tank he wore hugging his body tightly, revealing every bulging muscle and ripple of toned skin. His perfectly sculpted abs were visible through the fabric and even his skin tone appeared darker against the stark dark material. His slightly messy hair covered his forehead, framing his face.

Everything about him screamed sexy and you instantly felt a stirring in your pants. As if you weren’t aroused enough already from having to stare at him throughout the entire class. You cleared your throat awkwardly, looking away as you mumbled, “Ah, Yeosang.”

Yeosang couldn't help but run his eyes over your body and even though he had just finished a grueling workout session, he was still dripping with sweat. Your outfit clung to your curves and his gaze lingered at the jade green crop top that exposed a sliver of cleavage and hugged your chest. The yoga pants you were wearing were form fitting, showing off your perfect ass.

There was no doubt that Yeosang knew exactly how fucking hot you looked.

"That was a great class," he says, his voice deep and smooth as velvet. "You have a real talent for teaching."

You feel yourself blushing even more deeply, pleased by the compliment. "Thank you," you reply, your voice a little hoarse. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I especially liked the way you emphasized the connection between the body and mind," he continues, stepping closer. "It's a very sensual approach."

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you feel the heat radiating from his body. "Well, yoga is all about exploring and embracing our senses," you respond, your voice steady, although your insides are quivering with anticipation.

Yeosang's smile widens, and he leans in closer, his breath tickling your ear. "I think you're right," he whispers. "And I'd love to explore more of those senses with you."

Your breath catches in your throat as you place your hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your palm. "I think that can be arranged," you murmur, your voice low and inviting.

Without another word, Yeosang takes your hand and leads you out of the gym, his fingers gently entwining with yours. The touch of his skin against yours sends sparks racing through your body, and you can feel your nipples hardening, pressing against your sports bra.

He takes you to his place, a cozy apartment just a short walk away. As soon as the door closes behind you, he presses you against it, his lips crushing yours in a passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his broad chest and down his strong back.

He breaks the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "Let me worship your body," he whispers, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive skin. "Let me show you how much I've wanted this."

You nod, unable to form words as you're overcome with desire. Yeosang kneels before you, his strong hands sliding up your thighs, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. His lips find the sensitive spot just behind your knee, and he kisses and nuzzles the delicate skin, sending shivers up your spine.

His fingers skirt the hem of your yoga pants, and with slow, deliberate movements, he peels them down your legs, exposing your bare pussy. You gasp as the cool air washes over your heated skin, and your eyes close as you feel his hot breath on your most intimate place.

Then, his tongue, wet and warm, laps at your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. He teases the sensitive bud, circling and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, driving you wild. His fingers find your hole, and he slides one long digit inside, curling it to find that sweet spot that has you crying out.

You clutch at his shoulders, your fingers digging into his strong flesh as he works his magic on your pussy. With each stroke of his tongue and finger, your pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. You can feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation ready to crash over you.

"Come for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me taste your sweet cum."

At his words, your climax hits, washing over you like a tsunami. You cry out his name as you shudder and tremble, your juices flooding his waiting mouth. He licks you clean, savoring every last drop.

After your release has passed, you sag against the door, breathless and satisfied. You gaze up at Yeosang, a smile playing on your swollen lips. "That was..." you trail off, unable to find the right word. "Incredible."

"Let's not stop there," he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you through the apartment. He leads you to a bedroom where a queen sized bed sits in the corner. The comforter is smooth and inviting, the perfect contrast to the solid wood bed frame.

Yeosang kisses you once more, deep and tender, tasting of your juices and his own spicy scent. With deft fingers, he tugs your sports bra up, setting your breasts free. His lips find your nipples, sucking and teasing the hardened peaks as his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and valley.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, pulling you flush against him so that you can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh. "I want to see all of you. Every single inch."

You oblige, stepping out of his grasp to remove the last bits of clothing on your body. You feel no shame or hesitation, only pure, primal desire. Yeosang looks like he wants to devour you whole.

Once you're fully nude before him, Yeosang begins removing his clothes as well. It takes everything in you not to whimper at the sight of his hard cock springing free, bobbing heavily between his legs. Your core aches with need, and you step toward him, wrapping your hand around his thick length.

Yeosang groans, his head falling back as you stroke him. You take the opportunity to place hungry kisses along his neck and collarbone, before trailing down to his muscular chest. Your tongue darts out, flicking his nipple, and he shudders in response.

"God, baby, you're driving me wild," he murmurs, gripping your hips and pulling you even closer.

"I want you," you whisper, your eyes shining with desire. "I want to feel you inside me."

With gentle but eager hands, he lifts you, pressing you against the mattress, your legs wrapped around his waist. Slowly, teasingly, he guides himself into you, filling you inch by inch. You moan loudly, your head falling back as you feel him stretch and fill you.

"So fucking tight and wet for me," Yeosang groans, rolling his hips, the movement sending delicious sensations coursing through your veins. "So fucking perfect."

You move with him, matching his rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through your body. You grip his strong shoulders, holding on for dear life as your passion grows. Your voices ring through the air, a mixture of moans and cries as the pleasure mounts.

Your toes begin to curl, your muscles beginning to tighten as your release grows ever closer. "Fuck, Yeosang," you gasp.

"Yes, baby," he growls, thrusting deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you.

"Harder," you pleaded, your nails digging into his shoulders.

His hands find your ass cheeks, squeezing roughly, his hips smashing into yours, taking him even deeper than ever before. "You sure? You want more?"

"Oh god, yes," you whimpered, your eyes rolling back as his cock drags across that sensitive spot again.

With another sharp thrust, you can feel your release building within you, white-hot and desperate. Yeosang can feel your walls tightening around him, and his movements become almost frantic, driving the both of you closer to the edge.

"Y/N, you're so fucking good," he moans, his voice low and deep. "You like it when I fuck you like this? You like the way my cock fills you, stretches you?"

"Oh god, Yeosang, yes!" you cry, the filthy words spilling from his lips driving your pleasure higher than ever.

Yeosang grips your ass tighter, his fingers sinking into your flesh, as he picks up the pace. With each powerful thrust, he hits the deepest parts of you, sending waves of unadulterated ecstasy rushing through your body.

"That's right," he groans. "Come for me, Y/N. Come all over my cock."

"Oh, Yeosang...oh, fuck...I'm gonna...I'm..." Your words trail off into a loud cry as you feel your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Pleasure crashes through every inch of your being, rippling through your core and leaving you weak and trembling.

Yeosang can feel your pulsing walls tightening around his throbbing cock, and it's more than he can bear. With a few last, savage thrusts, he finds his release, his hot seed shooting inside you, filling you completely. His hips stutter to a stop as his release washes through him, and he collapses on top of you, spent and utterly satisfied.

The two of you lay there in each other's arms, breathing ragged and hearts racing. For several moments, there is nothing but blissful silence. Finally, Yeosang speaks, breaking the tranquil stillness of the room.

"Y/N..." he trails off, shaking his head as a small, wondering laugh leaves his lips. "That was unbelievable."

You laugh along with him, feeling light-hearted and joyful. "You were pretty unbelievable yourself," you murmur, snuggling closer into him, breathing in the heady, masculine scent that lingers on his skin. "But honestly," you continue, smiling up at him, "I think I've got you beat. There's nothing like sex after yoga."

He raises an eyebrow. "No?" he says teasingly.

You shake your head, giggling as his fingertips trace idle patterns on your naked back. "Nope," you reply, your tone mischievous. "Nothing beats that feeling of relaxation, that deep satisfaction and contentment, knowing your body is now completely in tune with itself."

"That sounds pretty intense," he muses, nuzzling your neck, the warmth of his breath sending tingles along your spine. "And you know what? I can get down with intense. How do you feel now, after...all that?" he asks, his gaze meeting yours, full of heat and curiosity.

You pretend to consider, your brows furrowing in thought, before a wicked grin curls your lips. "Pretty damn incredible."

A pleased hum rumbles in his throat and a devilish twinkle appears in his eyes. "I guess I'll have to start coming to your class more often then," he murmurs, bending to capture your lips with his.

Your kiss is gentle and lingering, filled with emotion and understanding. After a few moments, you reluctantly pull back. "You sure about that? Might give everyone the wrong impression."

"Let them look." He smiles, kissing you deeply.

His warmth envelops your naked form as he wraps his arm around your back, his other hand settling over your breast, giving it a playful squeeze.

With your bodies tangled together, limbs entwined, you forget all about the outside world and lose yourselves in each other's company. You drift off to sleep, safe and comforted in Yeosang's embrace.

[luminouslywriting]

Heyy, I recently found your blog and omg I’m obsessed🫶It’s so rare seeing people that write for Band of Brothers.

Could you maybe write something about the BoB guys reaction to their new lieutenant being a woman? And they fall in love after a while and stuff. Just a fun little idea lol, have a great day!

Nonny, I adore this idea so much! Enjoy note the fact that my requests are open and I adore spam!

Cut for length, kept short and sweet since I've done some similar things to this, and please note that my requests for Dead Poets Society are also open :)

Dick Winters:

-He's stunned in the best way possible—super impressed with your credentials and your reputation already and gives you the utmost of respect.

-I think he genuinely enjoys working with you and getting to know you—it's a slowburn for sure though.

-Doesn't make a move until he's in Austria with you and you two get to talking about what'll happen at the end of the war and everything :)

Lewis Nixon:

-Laughs at first because he thinks you're joking and then very quickly has to backpedal himself out of the dog house because oh SHIT he did not mean to offend you

-Quickly becomes one of your closest friends and talks to you about a lot of his relationship issues back home—the two of you are a very much "will they, won't they" type of thing

-You probably hook up while in Austria and things just progress from there.

Ronald Speirs:

-Secretly impressed by you the entire time but is not about to share his feelings on that—but he keeps a careful eye on you and makes sure to have your back whenever you need it

-This man is out here just trying to make the men drink 'respect women' juice and that starts w/his example and he's perfectly aware of that.

-Steals a lot of stuff so that he can express his feelings to you with nice things haha

Buck Compton:

-He's pleasantly surprised and waits to make a judgement until he gets to know you—best decision of his life really

-He's out here able to talk to you about literally anything and enjoys your company as a friend first and foremost, which is important to both of you

-He absolutely writes you once he leaves the line and hopes that you come back safe

Carwood Lipton:

-Shows you nothing but the utmost respect and never steps a freakin' toe out of line. He probably isn't even trying to get close to you because he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea about him.

-Bonds with you during Bastogne and deeply admires the way that you carry yourself in hard situations

-Probably asks in a soft tone if he can write take you to a nice restaurant once all of this is over and take you on a date

Joe Liebgott:

-Simp with a capital S, and there's just no putting that any other way. This man hangs onto your every word and then pretends as if he never heard you speak. SIR, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF.

-In all practicality though, he's probably the type to become your friend and hang out with you/help you integrate with the men

-And when he's talking to Webster about his post-war plans...yes, they involve you and no, you are not aware of them (yet, anyway haha)

Donald Malarkey:

-Also someone who is not about to step a toe out of line or show you any disrespect. He takes the time to listen to your opinions and your orders and values what you have to say.

-It's quite easy for him to fall for you, though he's not going to say anything about it until some liquid luck finds its way into his system during Austria

-Feelings are exchanged and so is a kiss :)

Eugene Roe:

-You are his favorite lieutenant—the most competent person in the world in his eyes—and one of the people he values most.

-He consistently takes the time to check in on you and makes sure that you're doing alright in your leadership position and tries to keep a wary eye out for anything that might do you harm.

-And if you kiss him after the events of Bastogne to get his head back in the game?? Well neither of you is going to kiss and tell haha

Bill Guarnere:

-Doesn't know how to feel about it at first?? He's a little confused and a little standoffish but then he sees how Sobel treats you and he's just not having it

-So the two of you become fast friends after that and integrating into the group is a lot easier with Bill on your side

-Admits that he loves you amidst a bloody and snowy ground in Bastogne and hopes that you'll write to him

Joe Toye:

-Impressed by the fact that you've made it this far and isn't about to go out of his way to make life easier or harder for you. He's just going to simply have your back.

-However, he's a great person to talk to and always will second your opinion or thoughts and add that he thinks it's a good idea.

-Also the type of person who writes you love letters after he ends up back home and hopes that things can work out between the two of you

George Luz:

-Makes a joke about it at first and then realizes that he has colossally messed up–grovels a little bit and does you a few favors before becoming your friend

-He relies on you a lot, especially during some of the heavier times for the company, and if you keep a smile on his face, he falls for you

-Would, in fact, invite you to come home and meet his family (you know, if you want haha)

[daily-vee]

"Question 1: Is this a waste of my. time? Probably."

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Welcome !

This is a Daily-Vee blog, where I basically post daily Vee art posts (Art made by me !) as much as I can !

Before interacting, I would appreciate you reading this post first.

First of all, I DO NOT SUPPORT BLUSHCRUNCH STUDIO ! I am aware of the allegations and what the developers did. Yes, I know Rox has been fired, however Qwel from what I know has also done some bad things and defended Rox. If you wanna know what they did, I recommend reading this document about the situation.

I have heard from people saying she was lied to and manipulated by Rox however, unless there is proof about that- i don't quite believe what Qwel said. It felt more of an excuse to me instead and her behaviour to me is just very iffy and suspicious- im sorry, but I don't feel comfortable supporting Qwel

[^ Many people ended up asking me this question, which is why i added it here]

I don't support them, however I still enjoy the game and the characters, which is why I made this blog. I would appreciate it though to not make requests related to the situation ! I wanna keep this blog fun, silly and peaceful as well :D

I will be doing an order on how I post- on even days (2, 4, 6, 8...), i'll be drawing a request someone sent ! However on odd days (1, 3, 5, 7...), i'll be drawing my own ideas ! It's just to keep an order on how i post so i can do your guys' requests but also be able to draw my own ideas :D however, if there are no requests i can find on a even day, i'll just instead draw an idea my own

About the requests- you can send an ask requesting what you want me to draw with Vee, which, your request can be done for one of the days I post here ! here's a couple of rules though :

- The request HAS to be related to Vee. If your request isn't related to Vee, it will be ignored.

- Keep your requests respectful ! I will not accept any request that is hateful or discriminates against someone ! (By that, I mean that I wont do requests that have something like hating on gay and/or trans people, discriminating another race, etc...)

- No NSFW requests. I am not going to draw those kinds of things. The only kind of "NSFW" i'll draw is gore/blood- more specifically, the twisteds in the game. (Im not sure if it really counts as gore/blood? I'm just saying it just in case someone gets confused) Other than that, the rest NSFW things are a huge no-no for me

- Ship requests are allowed ! Well, mostly- I'll draw any kind of ships, whether it be romantic or platonic ! However, there MAY be a chance I can get uncomfortable with the ship you send. A small one though. If I do get uncomfortable, I'll likely not do your request. If you do a ship request, please specify whether it is platonic or romantic! Or else i'll just randomly pick !

Currently, the only ships I won't do/feature due to them making me uncomfortable are these :

Toodles x Vee/anyone (Platonic is allowed, reason why I won't do romantic is because Toodles is a child.)

Pebbles x Vee/anyone (Platonic is allowed, reason why I won't do romantic is because Pebbles is a dog)

Dandy x Vee (Reason why is because Vee seems to hate Dandy which- can't blame her tbh...also, Dandy seems to dislike Vee as well)

Goob x Scraps (Platonic is allowed, reason why I won't do romantic is because they're siblings.)

(There may be more ships added here in the future, I know there can be a ton of different ships that I may not even have thought about before. Just saying this just in case!)

- Remember that I won't do every request ! I'll likely do the ones that I find interesting or ones I like.

- That's mostly all ! Just have fun requesting :D

Also, another thing- please do not repost my art without permission. Please ask me first !

And- just a little warning...I may not be able to post everyday! I will indeed try but- there will be likely I am going to miss some days due to me being busy !

This is all I have to say for now ! This introduction post will likely get updated on the future to add more information that I feel like I missed or forgot to put

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy having a daily dose of Vee ! :3

[Updated on : 10/11/2024]

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[desultory-novice]

Noir's Field Trip - "Starting Out"

"...Thanks, you two."

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Ahem! Following in the footsteps of several other Kirby OC contest peeps, you may send in asks for [Noir]!!

(...But I'm SUPER busy so it may take until May to respond! ^^;;)

[Notes/Rules About Asks:]

-I'm iffy on back-and-forth style dialogue-based RP, due to the complex interplay of pseudo-linearity in an amorphous situation plus my autistic-self often being unable to figure out what my RP partner is actually trying to say tone-wise or what they are thinking and then-I-answer-them-wrong-and-embarrass-myself...!!

NVMD SEND WHATEVER YOU WOULD LIKE XD

That and long post-chains make me a little nervous. ^^; Asks in the form of questions Noir can answer in-character are preferred.

(You may also ask me generic "What does your OC think/do when...?" style questions, such as those from THIS detailed OC ask meme!)

-You can also send an ask for Noir from your OC, if you'd like to find out how the troubled teenage boy would react to meeting them! (These may or may NOT(!!) come with art, depending on mood, time, and a variety of circumstances. Tourney OCs will generally get preference. If I AM inspired to draw said meeting, I may request additional information/clarification before going through with it.)

Again, I'm pretty autistic, so if you are going to go this route, it'll help if I have something more than "Hiya, Noir!" to work off of - else he'll just react to you the same way he does to Marx.

(Not that you can't go places from there! XD)

-You can also prod Noir about his traumas if you like! XD Note that asking for details about certain things (the "murders" on Shiver Star or his hatred of physical contact) may result in responses with TRIGGER WARNINGS, if I decide to answer them.

-Tournament!Noir is currently in his own similar but separate timeline from Mainline Apologies Noir. However, events during this contest MAY influence his fate and the fates of those he holds dearest!

-Noir's latent cross-dimension sight means that you can ask him about his various other timelines or Kirby games he was not alive for and probably get some pretty unique/funny/strange answers.

-I almost assuredly won't be able to get to every ask/comment. Some I may avoid answering due to complexity, uncomfortableness, them not fitting tournament!Noir's narrative, or me just not having any good ideas. Please don't take this personally.

-Lastly, please leave space between sending multiple asks. ^^

omg I'm so nervous about this. I want to draw lots, for me and for others (!) too if I can but I want to follow the flow of the tournament and not JUST go off on my own crazy thing, except that I'm not even completely familiar with what the rounds will be like?!

[Non-Ask Notes:]

-The flowers in the BG are the forget-me-nots that Adeleine drew for him on his birthday and that he received in this post. That post was also the inspiration for Tournament!Noir. (Although he retains the corruption + the collar here.)

PS: In addition the song that post is, you know, named for, Noir + the forget-me-nots also makes me think of the lyrics: "Since the day I met you, there's never ceased to be music in this hell of mine" from the opening to Sousei no Aquarion.

-This, and the tag name, was inspired by @Graycoin's comment "Noir gets to go on a field trip. I hope he has a good time : D " (then I saw Starflung had the same idea to send her OC off with a backpack! Haha! XD)

-The fish bone is a gift from Gooey. He's doing his best. Adeleine is also doing HER best. ("...A comb? Really?" "It's unbreakable!")

-As to the bento box, I'm not sure if I mentioned this before (?) but the Fontaine children are French-Japanese...on their mother's side.

-Why yes, that IS a cellphone in his backpack! I wonder who might call him...?

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

I have a write request if that is ok can you do please hatbox ghost and his daughter reader please

Sure. Here are some headcannons for you.

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Hatbox Ghost with Daughter!Reader

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-For some reason I feel like Alistair Crump would enjoy having a daughter just a bit more than a son.

-Also, Congrats! You're Illiterate!

-OK, ok. But in all seriousness, you probably wouldn't be able to read or write all that well. ( It being the 1800s and all that). Also, since Alistair cannonacly “doesn't trust any woman who . . . Reads?”

-Needless to say, if you're interested in learning, you would have to do so without his knowledge

-His relationship with you is a little complicated to say the least.

-He's not abusive, per say. He tries not to be like his father in that way. He's just sorta neglectful. He's a rather busy man and usually wouldn't have that much quality time with you as you got older.

-You would normally see him at his parties where you two would catch up and he would show you off to others.

-And when you were much younger, you were rather attached to him. Following him around like a duckling following its mother.

-He would also make you learn an instrument like the violin or the piano.In order to entertain his guests every once and a while.

-Is somewhat less misogynistic with you ( Again, rich jerk who lived around the 1800s)

-Also, like I said in one of my other posts, his love language is gift giving. So you would often be given things like many gifts or some of your favorite foods at his parties.

-There's a 50/50 chance that you'll get along with his wife ( depending on which one.) And there also a 50/50 chance that you'll either be much nicer that Alistair, or almost just as worse attitude and personality wise.

-If it's better, then you'll often be found being much nicer to the servants of the household. Sometimes, even distracting your father when he's laying into one of them, mouthing a small “ Sorry” as you walk away to show your father what you found.

-If it was on the more malicious side, then you two would probably be a little bit closer as you got older. Gossiping together at parties like a group of school girls( though Alistair would be much more proper about it)

-Either way you swing, Alistair would still never tell you about his murders, let alone partake in helping him if you were somehow ok with it.

-And then there's the discussion of suitors

-In all honesty, woman or not, I don't think Alistair would be too fond of his child getting a suitor.The thought probably didn't even cross his mind until you went into your teenage years.

-This is because he wouldn't really ever think anyone would be good enough for his only child

-If you're not really interested in dating, then that's great.

-But if you are, then good luck.Because there's a good chance that after a few months, you won't see them ever again.

- The man literally killed someone because the food they made wasn't to his liking. So you know he wouldn't hesitate to slaughter someone trying to steal away his little girl.

-“ So tell me, when exactly can I start dating?”

-“ When I'm dead. Plus, three days. Just to make sure I'm dead.

-Would brag about you, Nonstop, to his dad's old friends.

-“ Your kid can do _____. Well, my daughter can probably do it better. As a matter of fact, today she-”

[1eos]

mx kendra, do you have any advice for job hunting? I'm about to start looking(again), but its always so intimidating - have a lovely day!

how it feels to start job hunting in the 2020s:

but yes i have advice for you anon! last time i went job hunting i got serious enough where i was reading 'askamanager' blogs and shit like that to really make sure i wasn't wasting my effort

so kendra's advice to job hunting in the most effort effective way:

first and most importantly is to understand that job hunting rn is simply a numbers game. it's not you it's just that the society we're living in is full of shit. for every 10 job postings, 4 are fake, 1 has an internal candidate in mind already, 3 are just posting jobs to look good and the rest are legit but slow af

bc job hunting is a numbers game its easy to be discouraged if you're not receiving responses consistently as proof that you're not just throwing shit into the void so its superrr imperative to try your best to apply to legit jobs. ive found my best success using indeed as a method of jobs being brought to me and then going on the company website myself and applying. this also doubles as a way to make sure a job posting/company is real

keep a spreadsheet of applied jobs. i just googled 'job application spreadsheet template' and picked one of the first ones i saw, made a copy, and then modified it to suit my needs. keeping a spreadsheet was one of the best things i did bc it can help keep track of jobs you've found and haven't applied to/ones you have applied to/and if you're like me and had a goal of getting a state job i could pre-empt when the interview requests were gonna come in lol 😭

resumes/cover letters. whew. probably the most important part of job hunting. ai scanning or not its a good rule of thumb to have skills mentioned in the job description to match the job posting. what i did was dedicate a folder in my google drive to job stuff and made a folder for each kind of jobs i was interested in. from there i would find a job i wanted to apply to and tailor an old resume to have a bunch of the shit mentioned in the posting on the new resume. i'd save it in the appropriate folder with the date i edited it. if you haven't been in the habit of tailoring your resume you may be doing this a lot but eventually you'll have so many variations you won't have to do much editing if at all. and i do the same with cover letters. i have a general template for my cover letter and then tweak them for each kinds of jobs im looking for. this + ditching linkedin helped me A LOT

create an interview cheatsheet. you probably already know the job hunting sphere has a language and culture all its own. personally as someone with a touch of the 'tism it do not make sense to me so i have unknowingly not navigated interviews as well as i could have. what's helped? ask a manager. seriously. miss allison has helped me blend in as a normie soooo much 😭😭😭😭 if you have any specific questions/have any specific weaknesses just search the site but what really helped me was the list of good interview questions. oh and for the longest i could never come up with a good question to ask my interviewer but one day google recced me this article and now every time i ask 'so what would separate a good candidate from an excellent candidate in this role' and when i tell you my interviewers gag every time lollllll. i also went through 'boost your interview iq' [pdf download link here <3] and jotted down notes on how i can answer common interview questions to quickly be able to go over the night before

study the job posting before the interview btw and try to drum up at least one correlating anecdote for some of the major points of the job bc they WILL ask you that lollllllll

[znoozin]

CHARACTER AI ANNOUNCEMENT

By Znoozing (slow asf)

IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT MY BOTS ARE FUCKING BROKEN BUT TOO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN LIKING THEM AS THEY ARE AT THE MOMENT😭😭❗️❗️❗️❗️

Keep in mind that ALL of my Albert Wesker bots have been based off of re5 Wesker. If you'd like to see other versions, LET ME KNOW!!

Current errors in my AW bots (RE5):

• He still works at Umbrella.

• William Birkin is alive.

• Spencer is alive.

• He (kinda of?) doesn't know who Excella is.

• He doesn't know who Jill is.

• He's really affectionate.

• Incorrect outfit description.

• Has the wrong eye color.

• He curses. ( Wesker doesn't use inappropriate language in game )

• He's flirty.

• A THOUSAND OTHER THINGS😭😭

THERE ARE PROBABLY A NUMBER OF ERRORS I HAVENT FOUND YET, AND I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO CORRECT THESE YET!!

INSTEAD OF GOING BACK AND EDITING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF MY BOTS, ILL BE REMAKING THEM WITH THEIR BRAND NEW DESCRIPTION.

(I WON'T BE TOUCHING ANY OF MY OLD BOTS, SO THEY WILL WORK AS IS)

ALL OF MY NEW BOTS WILL HAVE OVER 500 CHARACTERS IN THEIR INTRODUCTION. I'VE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THAT!!

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ONE WITH LESS THAN 500, LET ME KNOW!!)

BUT WHILE I FIND A COOL SYMBOL TO USE TO SHOW IF A BOT IS REMASTERED OR NOT, THESE BOTS ARE ALMOST DONE AND WILL BE RELEASED ONCE I FIND OUT HOW TO FIX MY DESCRIPTIONS!!

( These bots are private at the moment. )

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THERE ARE ANY MORE ERRORS / INCORRECT INFO WITH MY BOTS!! MY GOAL IS TO MAKE THESE BOTS AS ACCURATE AND LORE CONFORMING AS POSSIBLE!!

IF THERES A SPECIFIC ONE OF MY OLD BOTS YOUD LIKE ME TO REMAKE, LET ME KNOW!!

I LOVE YOU GUYS SO SO SO MUCH AND IM SORRY IM SUPER FUCKING SLOW😭😭 I HAVE SO MANY ACCOUNTS AND IM TRYING TO POST STUFF FOR EVERYONE ON EACH OF THEM. ( plus school is kicking my ass rn and im EXHAUSTED )

BUT IM TRYING TO BE MORE ACTIVE HERE!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!! GO CHECK OUT MY TIK TOK FOR COOL ALBERT WESKER EDITS AND COOL FUN FACTS ABOUT ALBERT WESKER AND ALBERT WESKER VIDEOS AND ALBERT WESKER HEADCANNONS AND ALBERT WESKER AND ALBERT WESKER ALBERT WESKER ALBERT WESKER WESKER WESKER ALBERT WESKER ALBERT WESKER

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Hello and welcome to my blog!

About me:

All of my works are +18 and NSFW, please don’t interact if you’re a minor. English is not my first language and I have no beta reader, please have mercy.

I take requests, so if you would like me to write something in particular send me an ask and I will try to accommodate you as best as I can. However, I reserve the right to avoid topics that trigger me, I will let you know immediately if I can't write what you would like. Finally, be patient if it takes me a while, I have two jobs so in certain periods I probably won't be able to write right away, I will try to do it as soon as I can. For now I only write for Pedro Pascal characters (no RPF), especially Joel Miller. I haven't written for some characters yet but I would definitely try if you're interested. Thank you so much ❤️

I do not allow any of my work to be reposted, translated, redistributed, or fed to AI. Please let me know if you see anyone doing this.

Particularly sensitive topics marked with: 💔

Queer couples marked with: 🏳️‍🌈

Smut is present in all of them so make sure to read the warnings, I don’t want to make someone uncomfortable.

Joel Miller:

• Perfect ~ Soft Boyfriend!Joel Miller x Curvy AFAB!reader

No outbreak. Basically Joel worshipping you and your curvy body

• Be still, my foolish heart ~ Soft Single dad!Joel Miller x Curvy f!Reader

A meet cute at the clinic where you work leads to finding the best date you could ask for… our one and only Joel Miller

• Happy Birthday, little finch ~ Jackson!Joel Miller x AFAB!reader

Everyone forgets your birthday but you receive an unexpected invitation (wink) that will change the fate of the day. (No spoilers from the original second game, Jackson is totally made up by me)

• Guess ~ Soft boyfriend!Joel Miller x AFAB!reader

Pwp inspired by Guess by Charli xcx featuring Billie Eilish. Joel guess the color of your underwear and then eats you in a restrooom.

(Yeah, I have no excuses for this lmao)

• Special Needs ~ DBF!Joel Miller x F!reader, no outbreak

Joel lets you convince him that you can help him get back in shape.

• Shirt On ~ Sub!Joel X Soft dom! F reader

Joel getting pegged by you while you wear his flannel shirt.

• On a razor’s edge ~ Joel Miller x f!reader

Joel helps you shave. There.

• It started out with a kiss, how did it ended like this? ~ Young!Joel Miller x f!reader

You meet Joel at a party, everything is fine, he’s beautiful… will it end well?

• The right ones ~ soft!Joel Miller x reader / fluff and comfort (written in a neutral way so every person who menstruates can identify with it ❤️)

Joel buys you pads. ‘Cause Joel provides, you know, no matter the situation.

• Slow ~ Joel Miller x afab!reader

Tiny drabble, just pure smut.

• It feels like hope ~ Hot Priest!Joel Miller x f!reader

There's a new priest in your parish and he's very different from anyone you've ever known. / there will be smut. lol

• We all need someone ~ Jackson!Joel x afab!reader

Joel says I love you for the first time.

• Hold it ~ Joel Miller x afab!reader (pi$$ kink)

• Hold it - pt 2 ~ Joel Miller x afab!reader (pi$$ kink)

• Do you think I'm your babygirl? I think the fuck not ~ Joel Miller x afab!reader

A casual fling with Joel. But you're kinda bad at feelings, because of reasons.

• Something Rotten ~ Dark!QZ Joel x afab!reader x Dark!QZ Tess 💔

Dead dove do not eat - Joel and Tess catch you stealing from their room. Consequences are inevitable and cruel.

• A heart that hurts is a heart that works ~ Dark!QZ Joel Miller x afab!reader x Dark!QZ Tess

Dead dove do not eat - a sequel for Something Rotten that digs a little bit more into reader's mind. And some more deranged smut lol

• Waffles for breakfast ~ Joel Miller x afab!reader

Joel makes you breakfast. I mean, he tries very hard.

• It wasn’t your fault ~ Sweet gentle priest!Javi G X hurt grumpy!Joel Miller, post cordyceps outbreak.💔🏳️‍🌈

Javi G helping Joel to accept his loss.

Marcus Acacius:

• Don’t say a word if this word is not “please”. ~ General!Marcus Acacius X slave trader!Javier Peña 💔🏳️‍🌈

Basically two people who hate their guts reciprocally but also want to f*** each other.

Oberyn Martell:

• Move, baby ~ Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x f!reader 🏳️‍🌈

P*rn with very little plot, reader is a sex worker and happens to have a very great night with both Oberyn and Ellaria

Frankie Morales:

• You look like a fun place to sit ~ neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader

You decide to enjoy a night at the movies, your neighbor Frankie ruins it all. Or maybe not?

Javi G:

• A perfect day ~ Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent X Gabriela

Javi and Gabi, happily in love, spending time together on the beach.

Lucien Flores:

• Let’s get it on ~ Lucien Flores x Afab!reader x Frankie Morales

Lucien is your ex, Frankie is your boyfriend. You’re all bi. Smut smut smut (with love ❤️ ) 🏳️‍🌈

Javier Peña:

Poison & Wine ~ Javier Peña x f!reader 💔

You love him. But you can’t say it out loud.

Forget the horror here ~ Javier Peña x f!reader

Javi’s POV for Poison and Wine

Happy reading!

[pinkanonwrites]

May i request nsfw hcs for heartslabyul iniciating like the ones you did for savanaclaw? With sub male reader or gn (to include everyone) please 🥺

Since these will be more about the guy's approaches than the reader's response, I decided to leave the reader as gender-neutral as possible. Hope that's alright!

Original post here!

NSFW Below the cut!

Oh my poor, painfully repressed Riddle. He has a lot of ingrained shame and guilt he has to get over before even being remotely comfortable being intimate with you. And even then, he's terribly awkward about initiating anything at all. He worries about being too needy, too much, and is rarely able to get the actual words out without dancing around his intent. Hope you're good at reading his expressions!

"I would- I would like, If you are available, of course, for us to perhaps... have some time to ourselves this evening? Only should your schedule permit, mind you. Though I would certainly... Enjoy it."

Trey is Mr. Smooth Operator compared to his childhood friend Riddle. If you're together he's already gotten long past the point of feeling comfortable flirting with and teasing you, and is willing to do it obviously and often. He likes to rope you into baking with him just so he can tuck his chin into your shoulder, rest his hands on your hips and blow on your ear to watch you shiver.

"Hmm?" He'll chuckle, acting oh-so-unaware of the effect he has on you. "Oh, I'm being distracting? Maybe you just have something else in mind you'd rather be doing, don't you?"

If it weren't for Ace being a member of Heartslabyul, Cater would be the most painfully obvious about his desire for you in the entire house. For someone who's mastered the art of concealing his true emotions, he sure isn't keeping any of them on the inside with his dirty texts and teasing remarks.

"Babyyyyy, you sure you have to head home tonight? We could always head to my place, watch a movie... Maybe get up to a little something-something?" He positively beams when you snort out a laugh, covering your face so he can't see how much he amuses you with his stupid come-ons and his eyebrow waggling.

100% Horny, 0% Tact. If Ace wants your touch, your mouth, your attention, you're gonna know about it. He has little to no shame about this kind of thing, and frankly he doesn't see why he should if the two of you are partners. He's also very handsy, so get used to getting felt up quite a bit.

"C'mooooon! You've been working on that all day!" He'll whine as he wraps his arms around your waist and barrels the two of you into the mattress with a cheeky grin. "What, you want me to beg for it? What if I make it real simple. You, me, we fuck now? Hm?"

Equal amount of horny as Ace, slightly more embarrassment about it. He wants you and he knows he wants you , and you probably already know he wants you too judging by just how wound-up he is. But every time he tries to steer things suavely in the right direction he feels like he's gonna choke on his own tongue. He'll usually end up hovering needily around you, being clingy and touchy without ever being able to properly use his words.

"Ah! S-Sorry!" He didn't even realize his hands were wandering further and further up your shirt while cuddling until you let out a soft chuckle, his fingers leaving ticklish trails along your sides. He's red up to the tips of his ears, but his hands don't retreat right away, not yet. "I'll stop! If, uh, if you want me to, I mean. Unless you don't want me to, then... Then I won't."

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Taking a Week's Break

Hey gang 💜🖤

So, I've decided I'm going to be taking a little break at the same time as my first summer break from work... I've a lot of things I need doing this week with my family, I REALLY want to work on my already-long-put-off FTH pieces, and I need to decompress a bit and not spend so much time on a computer, so I think this is a good time to just relax and focus on me.

So starting TODAY (because I don't have any new list ready for Sunday, LOL), Saturday, June 22 until Monday, July 1 I will be limiting my online time as in "I'll post new stuff if I feel the energy for it". I'll return on July 2.

Here's the dealio:

The ONLY GUARANTEED NEW THING will be my Five Fics Friday on the 28th.

I'll STILL have a fic reblog for Sunday the 23rd, Wednesday the 26th, and Sunday the 30th, so my blog will still be fun and exciting!!

Asks and submissions will remain OPEN, so please feel free to still send them. If I have some time or am able to mentally tackle them, I'll answer them. I appreciate anything coming in, so I'll have content when I come back.

Please still send me fic list requests. I am in DESPERATE need for new list requests A lot of the reason I am not posting a list this weekend is because I DON'T HAVE ANY READY. I want to spend some time making a few new lists if I can but if someone recs something I can already post, it will make me happy 💜

Honestly, you guys probably won't even notice much of a difference, basically I just want the "it's okay to not post something new" feeling that I have when I work on my blog every night.

Thank y'all for your understanding 💜

And this is more for myself, here's the old Pinned Post with the Blog Index to replace after July 1 💜

[melonmusiv]

HEYHEY ITS ME AGAIN! I wanted to request another little thing...👉🏼👈🏼 (If it's not too much, ofc!) Could you maybe do the reactions to saying 'I love you' with a forehead kiss (towards them)? And I am taking care of myself! Again- have a nice day/night and make sure to eat and drink enough😋🫶🏼

DXMON

Mmmmmmmwahh !!

[ Kissing the Dxmon boys on their foreheads, paired with an "I love you!"

♡•.°*☆•.°

A/N ♡ HALLOOOOO I'm here with. This request as well !!1!!!!!11!!!1 thank u for giving me ideas because I sure as hell was nawt able to think of any........ ermmm but yess I hope you have a good day/night as well :3 hopefully this is to ur liking, its so late where I am and I'm lowkey half asleep 😣 also I am writing the other requests I've gotten so I might be posting again l8r tonight ????? Idk idk

Warnings ♡ ummmm cringe. Not proofread, and was written in a very short amount of time 😞 probably some mistakes in there....

☆•.° Minjae is a sucker for small, intimate displays of affection, so forehead kisses are right up his alley. But paired with an "I love you" as well ?! He might just pass out !! He replies with an I love you too without missing a beat, giving you a kiss back on your temple.

☆•.° Seita is flustered. It was so.... inoccent..... so lovely..... he's in love ♡.... Seita thinks you're already so cute, so when you decide to be even cuter by pulling something like this all he can think is o.m.g !!! He'll just stare at you with his cute lil smile until you say something lolol. "Are you gonna say I love you too?" "You already know I love you. You're the cutest ever. Can you kiss me on the lips this time?"

☆•.° Youngseo is caught so off guard. It's like you get cuter every day... a forehead kiss paired with the 3 words he loves to hear from you might send him into cardiac arrest tbh.. literally his favorite thing in the world. Won't hesitate to cry an I love you too! Before he snatches you up in a tight hug 🫂.

☆•.° Taekyu thinks it's cute and won't hesitate to let you know. He may get shy easily, but he livesssss for making you even shyer. He'll grab the sides of your face, whispering "I love you too." Before he commences the most flustering, life changing, jaw dropping kiss he's ever given you 😣. Afterwards, though, he's bright red and tries to run away once the realization settles in. Where'd all that confidence go?

☆•.° Minjun thinks he just fell in love all over again..... especially if this is taking place early in the morning, right after he wakes up. Literally starts giggling because he just thinks you're adorbs. Pulls you into a very tight hug, rolling around with you in his arms. "You're just so cute !" Cue the very annoyingly loud sound effects he makes as he kisses wherever he can reach. "Minjun, aren't you gonna say I love you back ?!" "Omg I forgot.... I love you toooooo ♡."

☆•.° Junseong is caught way off guard... you two almost never say I love you... do you want something from him? Hmmm.... once you are able to beat the allegations of you trying to bribe him with your cute acts of affection, he's all for it. Kisses your cheeks, his hands gently rubbing your arms. "I looooovee you too."

Baiiiiii

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Congratulations for the 600 followers, you deserve it! :D For the event: "Chrollo Lucilfer" and "meeting someone from their past" Thanks!

Hi!!!! thank you so much for the congrats it seriously means the world!! i love gaining such sweet people on my account, so thank you for being one of them! and dude, you dont understand how stoked i was when i saw this. not only is it CHROLLO (i never get hxh requests so thank you) but it's also the best idea ever?!?!?! like literally amazed at the ideas you give me!!! <3 thank you so so much and i really hope you enjoy :)

Chrollo tapped his pen on his desk to a familiar tune, completely forgetting about the work in front of him. What am I doing? He thought. He just smiled to himself and continued his work, something still stuck in the back of his mind.

“Hey boss,” Nobunaga walked in, followed by Feitan and Phinks. “We’re gonna head out for a while. For the mission.”

“The mission,” Chrollo echoed softly. “Yes, of course. Let me know if you find anything. I'll probably just be here.”

He watched the three of them walk out of the room when he got a very strong feeling. Like a string was guiding him somewhere. He let it be for now and just continued his work. Plus, feelings never led him anywhere good.

He heard a light knock on his door and turned towards the sound. “Come in.”

Machi stepped in and handed him a cup. “I made you some tea.”

Chrollo took a satisfying sip and smiled. “Thank you, Machi. How kind.”

“You doin’ okay?” She tilted her head at him and Chrollo looked confused.

“I'm fine, why do you ask?”

“You look… I don't know, forget I said anything.” She walked out of the room and Chrollo scooted over to a mirror. Machi was right. He looked pretty frazzled, pieces of his hair falling out of place. That strange feeling came back, so he just scooped up his coat and decided to go for a walk.

“Machi, dear, I'm putting you in charge. I'll be on a walk. I won't be long.”

“Oh, okay. Have fun.”

Chrollo smiled at the rest of the troop and bowed. “I will try.”

He stepped out and the misty air bit the tips of his ears and the tip of his nose. He wrapped himself tighter in his coat and exhaled sharply, able to see his own breath amongst the fog.

He just let his legs lead him, enjoying the slight eeriness of the day. Something about those light gray clouds reminded him of good days. The sun wasn't even peeking out, but it somehow brought a smile to his cold red face. He listened to every step he took and watched as a dusting of snow appeared, making the air around him a bit more crisp.

Chrollo ended up in a dying forest, the bare trees looking ominous and somehow welcoming. He sat on a lone stump and waited. He didn't know what for, but he waited nonetheless, smiling at some mushrooms he found next to the stump.

“Ah, I was waiting for you.” Chrollo’s eyes stayed on the mushrooms, finding a strange little bug inhabiting them.

“Chrollo Lucilfer,” you smiled warmly, practically melting the snow around you. “It's been a while.”

He looked up at you, beaming. “It has been, hasn't it?” He held his hand out to you and you took it gladly, helping him stand up.

“I knew I felt something strange, I just didn't know you would be that strange feeling.”

You giggled and Chrollo stood up, his hand still in yours. “I felt the same thing.”

“Ah, two souls led to one another. Even after many years you still recognize me.”

“Of course,” you said, pulling in Chrollo for a hug. “Though, it took a while to get here.”

“Too long.”

~~~~~

hxh masterlist --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[the-one-who-lambs]

About me!!

I'm Hannah (she/they). This is my Cult of the Lamb side blog; I follow back from my main @onethirdofimpossible and I also go by that username on AO3. I'm in my mid twenties and I'm from the US. If you're here, it's probably because you've read my fics, but I've written many fanfics for Cult of the Lamb. My works are typically focused on narilamb or the Bishop family, but I go all over the place: whether you like to read multichaps or oneshots, rated G or E, shippy or not, angst or fluff... there's probably something I've written that you'll enjoy! I'm best known as the author of The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God (the old version that I wrote back in 2022, and the new-and-improved "director's cut" version that is my current wip!) and The Care and Keeping of Baby Eldritch Gods.

A few other hobbies I have besides writing are cooking/baking, making plushies, digital art, and playing flute!

Despite being able to write pretty consistently, I'm a Ph.D. student in environmental science. If I haven't posted a fic update in a while, I'm probably preparing for a conference or getting into a fistfight with hydrostatic equilibrium or something.

Links

All my written works on AO3

Twitch, a recent endeavor of mine where I stream games and occasional art/writing!!

Fic playlist for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God, with all songs in chronological order of what they refer to in the fic c:

I have a ko-fi but paypal is giving me shit so if you REALLY wanna b nice I have a Throne. I don't expect anything ever but if u get me something I'd die for you. and write more stuff while happier.

FAQ below the cut!

How long have you been writing?

I've been writing fanfiction since I was in sixth grade! I wrote what was basically a self-insert pokemon soulsilver fanfic, entirely by hand. It took up four full composition notebooks and then some. However, I've only been posting my writing publicly since 2016. Even after that, I had a nasty habit of making a sideblog for any fandoms I got really into, then deleting my blog and sometimes orphaning my works when I lost interest. I've since learned my lesson, though!

How long have you been drawing?

Ha, uh. I got a digital drawing tablet in May 2023, and started really drawing as a hobby for about... three months, and then the school year started again. Between then and June 2024 I drew like one or two things. So I've actually been practicing for only a few months. Constructive criticism on my art is welcome, especially as I learn!

May I send a fic/art request?

If my bio says they're open, you may, I think they're really fun! Depending on what does or doesn't inspire me, I won't take every single request, but I love requests because they give me excuses to try new things.

Do you write smut?

I've written a couple E-rated fics! My alternate pseud for fics of that caliber is remainderofreality. I don't write it very often, though.

What made you decide to start writing? What makes you decide to keep writing?

1. I had a creative bug I couldn't not itch. 2. Having creative hobbies and sticking to them has dramatically improved my life. I'm happier, I have so many friends it's connected me with, I get to see other people be inspired by things I make (?!), it keeps my mind active and playful, etc etc.

Do you have any suggestions for people looking to start writing?

Before you start worrying about the quality of your writing, the most important advice I can give you is to keep writing and have fun with it. Don't be afraid of being "cringe" or not getting the engagement numbers you're hoping for (in fact, it's better to not have any expectations about that at all!). Not everything you write is going to cater to everyone, and that's okay! But writing (especially fanfiction) is first and foremost for fun and even though it's difficult and you will struggle, it should be rewarding and fun. I've answered a few asks about writing advice and I can't find them all but here are the ones I can: 1 2 3 4

When do you expect to update your fic next?

Lmao god if I know but I'm working on my wips nearly every single day so I promise I haven't forgotten it. I'm a busy person! I'm a PhD student, teaching assistant, research assistant, and executive dysfunction haver.

Do you take commissions?

I don't, and I have no plans to as of now. I'm actually personally against writing fanfic for pay (copyright and ethical reasons), but for art I'm simply not experienced enough yet to be comfortable with that. However, I have TONS of friends who do take commissions so if you're looking for someone I can give you recs

May I draw fanart for you based on your fics?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I EXPLODE WITH JOY if you do please share it with me please please please. I will also likely ask for your permission to print it out and frame it (not a hyperbole, btw).

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Hi, Risa! Just checking in. How are you doing? Are you feeling better?

Blog Update 7th Nov, 24

& about myself

You probably noticed that some things have changed on here. If you take a look at my pinned post for example, you see that the names and the concept of my masterlists have changed.

As of know, the 7th of November 2024, there are 2 masterlist online: The Blog.Masterlist and the Kpop.Masterlist.

Blog.Masterlist

On the Blog.Masterlist I will attach all updates about this blog/myself and goals!! I want to track my activity on here to motivate myself but to also give you updates on how things will change/or how they already changed, even on my activity/absence. I will also attach games that aren't about Kpop/ the Kpop-industry.

Kpop.Masterlist

The Kpop.Masterlist includes all the readings I've made so far for the Kpop-industry and will be mainly about Kpop. It will also include all K-pop games that we will play in the future. There is also a section for comments that I will write. It's just something that I want to do. I've been very interested in writing recently, especially critical and poetic writing.

Future Masterlists?

I think there will be some more masterlist in the future. I currently have 2 other Masterlists in mind that I want to make, but these are projects for 2025.

Shortly after posting this post, I will close the asks for some days because I want to work on all the requests I got over the last months. I will check every one that I got, but I'll probably delete some of the asks or won't answer with a reading. Reasons might be that I don't think I'm in the place to do them or I am not interested/ I don't like the request.

I've also updated my Readings/Reaquests post, and there you can find examples of readings that I do, but you can always request other readings, and I'll consider doing them!

Now let's talk about my health; mental health

While my physical health is quite okay, I mean it could be better, my mental health is very so-so.

A lot of things are overwhelming me these days, actually life in general. Days go by, but they are draining me and I feel this emptiness inside me that doesn't seem to want to go away that easily.

Please don't worry. I am seeing a therapist, and I've been talking to her about my state and thoughts.

I am not really proud that I am currently not able to do everything like I used to, but I'm slowly understanding how I can work with myself to improve instead of working against me.

I decided to work on the requests and to post them slowly so that I'm consistent with it in the long run. I need breaks, that's why I'll do it like that.

Another reason why is that I might be gone for some weeks so that I can get more professional help. But I still want to make readings for you!

I am not quite sure how to end this update post, but I'd like to ask for your understanding.

I am trying my current best, and I hope things will be easier.

Always take care of yourself and I love you guys,

X Risa