#i wish i could just post it so i wouldn't have to hold back explanations

[kevindavidday]

aftg wild geese au

@aftgscenes as requested, but it might not be what you're expecting :D

i have been successfully thinking about this idea for the past two or three years and it is so wonderfully fleshed out in my head i'm honestly scared to write it. it's title is from mary oliver's "wild geese" and it has three parts (yes, i have thought about it in HEAVY detail)

it's a perfect court artist au that you may have seen me go on and on about before too, but only recently did i write out a chapter for this properly. i tried before to post it but it didn't fit so i changed shit about it again. and now that we have an outline...who knows what will happen. i'll elaborate:

1. the moriyama front isn't sports, it's several businesses including art - any and every form of it. it caters to an exclusive, elitist crowd with clients who would pay a fortune for anything that's sold to them with conviction.

2. kayleigh used to be one of the more successful artists from edgar allen university - a place known to graduate few but extremely talented students.

3. tetsuji decides to create a group called the ravens who learn exclusively from his preferred techniques. kevin and riko have the privilege of learning since they were kids so they're meant to be tetsuji's most successful investment.

4. there's various forms of art: fine arts goes to the strikers, music goes to the backliners, sculpting to the goalkeepers etc etc

5. multiple povs from childhood to adulthood because i wanted to create a silly little nest of my own.

6. nathaniel is sold into the family once his mother dies and tetsuji oversees his training as well. as a musician. his presence changes a lot for kevin and jean.

7. when they're in their second year, kevin's probing into his father's life subtly and finds andrew's work as a sculptor at PSU and decides to reach out

8. andrew agrees (for reasons i don't want to spoil)

9. raven artists perfect court completed.

10. chaos.

[atzaurora]

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] ℋ𝒐𝒘 ℒ𝒐𝒖𝒅 ℰ𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒲𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 ℬ𝒆

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: ot6 [ni-ki will not be included in any smut/suggestive post!]

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: reader x member

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: preference (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: not specified

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: My ranking & opinion on how loud each member would be during it...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 530

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: I wanna do more for Enhypen omg >.< please remember this is my opinion, if you don't agree that's fine! enjoyyy

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ranking:

Heeseung

Sunoo

Jake

Jay

Jungwon

Sunghoon

[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] lee heeseung

So Heeseung is coming in strong first place and I don't even have a reasonable explanation for it... like I just feel like he's the type to moan a lot during it, especially when you're riding him.

He'd just be throwing his head back, mouth hanging open, while groans keep escaping his lips. And don't even get me started on the kisses... he would constantly bite his lip to keep him from making too many sounds but at some point he can't hold it any more and starts whimpering every time you connect your lips to his skin.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] kim sunoo

I think Sunoo would also be very vocal, even during make out sessions. I think he'd moan into the kiss, so it isn't very audible but you know he's making a lot of noises and they just get muffled by your lips.

During sex I feel like he wouldn't be too loud but would let out a lot of very breathy moans. So he is actually making a lot of sounds but it just isn't very audible if yk what I mean...

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] sim jaeyun

Now for Jake I think he can get very loud from time to time. If you are leaving hickeys on him, especially his neck, he'd be a groaning mess for sure. During sex I don't really think he'd be very loud, maybe a few grunts here and there but nothing big.

But once he cums, oh my god... he'd whimper like crazy. I could totally see him be the type to grip your waist or whatever part of your skin is closest and dig his fingers in it, throwing his head back, mouth hanging wide open as he whimpers and groans.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] park jongseong

I think Jay can really keep any noises in if he wants to. He'd be very composed and good at keeping himself together as he pounds into you. But similar to Jake he'd get lost in the pleasure and some grunts and groans would slip out of him.

But this man has a thing for kissing. Making out, you kissing him, him kissing you, doesn't matter. He would always moan against your lips and skin, the sound getting muffled by the contact, so it wouldn't be very audible.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] yang jungwon

I honestly don't know how to explain this, but to me Jungwon is not a very vocal person. He would not make loud sounds like moaning or whimpering.

What he would do tho, would be hissing. It sounds a little weird at first but I think that's his way of showing he's being pleased. Like imagine he's rutting into you and his teeth are gritted, head tilted back, eyes closed while he breathes heavily and hisses through his closed teeth.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] park sunghoon

Now this man does not make a sound. His reactions to any satisfaction would rather be physical than vocal. He's the type to tug on your hair, roll back his eyes or bite his lip in order to keep his composure.

When you're kneeling in front of him, he'd whisper to you, pull slightly on your hair while breathing hard. But personally I don't think he would be very vocal during any of this.

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[underdark-dreams]

Humbly requesting any HCs you might have for Dammon's reaction to you finding his copy of "A Pleasureable Deal" in his bedroom 👀

[For anyone who needs the background, may I present this delightful post thread]

Oh now THIS. This is very nice to think about. 👀 Somewhere in here there is a fic called Bedtime Stories or something waiting to be written, but here are some initial thoughts instead:

If Dammon walks in on you holding it in your hands, he will wish the floorboards could open up and swallow him

Doesn't even stop to wonder how you got into his room in the first place. He's just consumed by immediate, overwhelming embarrassment

He's blushing the darkest, hottest shade of bronze

Your opinion is the one he values most. So the last thing he wants you to think about him is that he's some kind of depraved pervert (please go off babe I assure you we would all be delighted)

How you react in the next moment would definitely guide the situation

If you took the high route and came at it like you were just fascinated to see this rare banned book, wondered how he found it etc, it would make him able to muster the strength for a short conversation with you

And he would feel eternal gratitude that you've graciously given him an out on this one

If you turned the situation into a come-on (wanna read it together, why read a book when I've been here the whole time, etc.) He would 100% get a shame boner

Would probably immediately want to kiss you so you couldn't tease him anymore

OR. Consider this possibility

Maybe Dammon doesn’t realize that you’ve been in his room and discovered it. But the next time you’re in a one-on-one conversation with him, you just casually drop in part of a stanza or quote. Because you can't resist teasing him and seeing his reaction

You can watch his whole body freeze up for a second. But his mind will be ticking, ticking forward

Did…you just say what he thought you said

Maybe it was a coincidence. He will reject that idea right away though, because he's intimately familiar with the passage you just referenced

Let's be honest he's probably read this thing front to back a hundred times, he could recite his favorite juicy passages from memory

Dammon's a hardworking, lonely, single man and there's not that much mind-blowing smut going around Faerûn these days

It will click right away that there's not many copies of this book to be found, it being banned and all

And the most likely explanation for where you found it is about to give him a heart attack

He'll acknowledge your teasing then, with a nervous chuckle, trying to deflect about how he should've known a locked door wouldn't keep your sticky fingers out

This only leads to him thinking about getting your fingers sticky, which does not help his composure at all

Similar to the previous scenario—your reactions would play a huge part in how the situation unfolds next

If you initiated any kind of flirting around it, he would take things to the nearest bedroom as soon as possible. He’s ready to be done with books for a while

Dammon is down bad for you. You discovering his smut stash isn't the way he was hoping this would start, but nevertheless he's more than ready to get your relationship going

[battydora]

Hashiras when they want to have sex with you but you are on your period (minus Muichiro & Iguro). —♡

masterlist | pinned post | rules

characters: tomioka giyuu , kocho shinobu , tengen uzui (+ wives) , rengoku kyojuro , mitsuri kanroji , shinazugawa sanemi , himejima gyomei

content: nsfw , gn. reader (afab) , adult reader!! , minors dni!! , period comfort , period sex , vaginal sex , unprotected sex , fingering , cunnilingus , implied size kink (gyomei) , brief references to the manga (giyuu)

note: iguro stans, i had the hardest time trying to write for him and i swear i couldn't i'm so sorry 😭. also shinobu's is so short damn, sorry i wrote that a year ago

—Giyuu

being extremely honest, i think giyuu would be clueless about menstruation, he knew about it by briefly recalling the times her sister would complain superficially about it but he would need a whole explanation to understand, so you explain it to him to reassure him that you're okay and that you might need some things from him every now and then. when it comes to sex, he wouldn't be so sure to keep going if you're on your period but after he slides into you for the first time while you're menstruating, he'd find himself feeling more comfortable fucking you than any usual day, the blood and slickness of your cunt feels so unbelievably good he lets out a loud moan when he fits it all in. beyond the mess you may make, you two will have a lot of fun, giyuu moaning sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how good and comfortable you feel around his cock. he may get carried away just a little but expect great aftercare.

—Shinobu

she wouldn't mind at all! she takes things as usual and wouldn't mind not even a little bit fingering you while you're having your period, she knows how sensitive you become when this time of the month arrives so she'll have you begging for more. you will no more feel ashamed of having your period thanks to shinobu.

—Tengen (+ wives)

the man has three wives, i would be so disappointed if he doesn't know at least SOMETHING about menstruation. he treats you with care and softness all through the act, he comes out to be one of the most romantic among all hashiras. "i know babe, i know" he whispers as he slides in you, your whole body tenses when he fits it all in, moaning softly. hinatsuru let's your head rest on her lap as makio and suma sit beside you, holding your hands and casually caressing your skin. "you're doing so well, sweetheart" hina mumbles softly, sliding her hands up and down from your neck to your chest. an odd satisfaction washes over tengen at the view of his cock being painted red as he thrusts into you back and forth, holding your legs up and wide open, moving ever so kind and careful of your sensitive body "god, i wish i could rail the hell out of you, but i'll be kind, angel." you're in heaven.

—Kyojuro

"shh, it's okay my love i got you, keep going". kyojuro is the sweetest, he's so needy when he's horny but will be so so gentle and sweet with you when you're on your period. he sits you on his naked thigh and makes you straddle it, he wants you to come to friction alone, he helps you stay on place by holding your hips firmly. however the view of his leg getting soaked red and the slick and wet sounds from your moves make him hornier than he thought, also having you almost bouncing on top of him didn't help much and by the end of the session you're laying on your back, legs spread open and kyojuro rubbing his hard cock against your blood stained folds without really penetrating you, soaking his dick with your juices and rubbing it's length against your clit, enjoying the noises you and your pretty cunt make. "s-sorry, love... you look so good like this... fuck i'm so turned on..."

—Kanroji

"kanroji..." you moaned, breathless, as you threw your head back in the chair you're sitting. you refused to look down the table you had infront of you, you were trying so hard to keep your composure as your skirt was up/your pants were down and kanroji had her face buried between your legs, giving you the day of your life. mitsuri did not even hesitate to kneel down beneath you the moment you told her you were horny for her. you tried to stop her by telling her you were on your period and that it was okay if she didn't want to do it like that. she looked at you with a shocked expression but then smiled warmly yet seductively at you "then i'm going to make a mess down here~" a dangerous combination of cute and hot were settled in her words, you weren't ready for the wonders her mouth was capable of.

—Sanemi

"ngh, stop moving, you're making a mess" he growls, the two fingers curling inside your cunt are making you quiver and jolt. sanemi is... a bitch. he knows how sensitive you become on your period so he really doesn't miss the chance to tease and overstimulate you. but of course, his words may be mean most of the time but contradictory to his actions, you will find sanemi being one of the most careful among the hashiras, he always checks your facial expressions, your body language, 100% self-aware while finger fucking you in case he notices you're getting so many intense cramps you might need to stop. "does it feel good, babe? yeah? good because we ain't stopping. no, i don't want to hear your excuses. i'm gonna get this through."

—Gyomei

himejima is far from being disgusted by this, he is a man entirely determined to please you no matter the circumstances. when you tell him you're on the mood but warn him about being on your period, he remains silent for a bit, before leaning to you in bed, cornering you against the bed with his enormous figure, resting his big hand gently on your hip, sliding to caress the soft skin of your belly reassuringly. "love of mine, i am unbothered, if there is anything i can do to take you to your pleasure, just tell me, i will get you there, no matter the circumstances." his words are warm enough to make you melt, a rush of love and excitement runs through your body and you grab the wrist of the hand touching you. he allows you to lead his hand wherever you desired, sliding it only a few centimeters until it landed between your legs, he understands immediately but waits until you speak again, his hand only presses ever so slightly on your clothed sex and your only reaction is let out a soft whimper, you can't control it your body is so sensitive it responds to his touch immediately. gyomei blushes in delight and so do you, in embarassment "touch me, please... use your hands to make me cum, i need it so bad..." he doesn't need any more words before start working on your pussy over your underwear, staining his hand and any other part of him you wished just to please you.

thanks for reading!

[mikodrawnnarratives]

TW (IMPLIED) CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(not graphic blood but I'll still tag it just in case)

@naffeclipse

Might want to turn up your brightness for this one fellas

This is Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

(might end up being three parts actually lol)

(my script is like 3-4 pages long so....)

Long post under the cut

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

This comic stems from my need for them to have a satisfying conclusion OKAY

I mean it's bittersweet but at least they make up (to a degree)

Explanation below (kind of spoiling next part) (kindof almost not really idk):

After being dangerously injured by a cryptid, Vanessa managed to contact the one person she wished she could have said goodbye to the most.

I'll explain more about why Vanessa is the way she is in the next part but without spoiling, Vanessa has grown a little since the last time she saw y/n. That, in combination with the fact she's bleeding out and taking on the mentality "fuck it why not", has led her to this decision.

This comic kinda goes off of the idea she gets an inkling of doubt in her mind about whether y/n is still "alive".

The next part will go into it more but that doubt mixed with her resolve leads her to at least try.

She tries to call y/n. They don't answer. She sends a text and no longer has the strength to hold on to her phone.

I don't think she'll be completely resolved to Vampires having actual consciousness but in her last moments she's also just wishing for her friend back. Her human friend. The one who has been dead all this time. Vanessa has a history with seeing ghosts so

It's worth a try

I'll let you decide which phone of y/n's she tried to contact.

Assuming y/n unblocked her on their previous phone at some point

So yeah, Vanessa in this comic is going back and forth on whether this is y/n or not. She's bleeding out, so does it really matter?

It's almost selfish how much she wishes to be free of the ache in her chest. The fact in the end, she couldn't free her friend.

You'll see more of this in the next part. I don't want to spoil it too much.

She doesn't wish to carry this burden of failing her friend. She reaches for a conclusion. She wants this to end well. She wants her friend to be okay. She wants to believe everything has worked out. She wants everyone she cares about to be okay without her.

She'll throw out her wish to the world. And hopefully, it'll come true.

She'll throw out her wish to you.

It is you.

Right?

I may have spoiled the next part a little bit oopsies

I just want to explain why Vanessa's different y'know

And y/n has their own conflicting emotions.

Even when things are a semblance of normal, it can't be. They are a vampire now. It tears them up inside.

But. Vanessa lets them touch her.

They've been afraid to do that. For the entirety of this reunion cut short.

She lets them touch her.

And again, Vanessa wouldn't be this way if... it weren't for a few somebodies.

But that's enough spoiling the next part.

[rosietrace]

“Midnight Waltz”

| Malleus Draconia + Victoria Shard | 🐉 + 🪞 |

✎ᝰ. synopsis : Malleus held out his hand to her, his eyes glowing under the darkness of the hall. There was a strange tug in Victoria's system, somehow urging her — convincing her — to take that step closer and intertwine her hand with his.

✎ᝰ. content warnings : takes place post-glorious masquerade, Victoria's dress description is inaccurate to the event color scheme due to this being written pre-redesign, potentially ooc

✎ᝰ. genre : romance, canon divergence, oc + canon character

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ) a/n : I have so many drafts in my docs its almost EMBARRASSING ☠️ so I saw that this was already finished among them and decided, “why the hell not?” and boom. I've finally posted it. Good for me ig [ dividers belong to the amazing @cafekitsune !!! ]

✎ᝰ. : reblogs > likes

“And just where do you think you're going?”

Whatever mood Victoria was in prior, it had immediately soured. Malleus Draconia came into view at the turn of her head.

“I'm leaving.” It was an answer, simple as that. It didn't warrant any other explanation; the festivities of Noble Bell had come to a close, and no matter the fireworks, the glimmering lights, and the enthusiasm of their schoolmates— none of it mattered.

It would all become a distant memory, one way or another. Maybe it would be something she could look back on with fondness.

Or maybe she'd forget a moment such as this. Just like so many others that came before it.

Her response made Malleus appear all the more displeased than usual. “Already?”

“It's past midnight, Draconia.”

“And I thought the festivities would finally get you to loosen up, Shard.”

“What point would there be in doing so?” So you could hold it over my head and mock me? She sure as hell wouldn't allow that.

“It's rare for you to not be so… yourself.”

Malleus didn't know how else to phrase it, it seemed. Even the sound of his voice bothered Victoria, almost as much as looking at him and his emeralds for eyes.

“... You're not in your masquerade garb,” Victoria acknowledged. Now all the prince wore was his Diasomnia uniform— complete with the boots and, in Victoria's humble opinion, equally ridiculous hat.

“Is that a problem?” he inquired. His stance militaristic, arms behind his back, head held high like any awaiting king would.

Oh, how Victoria yearned to knock him off that pompous throne. To be the one wearing the crown and staring him down, watching as he groveled.

Well, Victoria, you can't have everything, she told herself in mild disappointment.

It was already late into the night, and the bell at the top of the tower had ceased its ringing when Midnight struck. They shouldn't have been here, near each other, looking at each other.

Malleus spoke again, the bastard. “And what of you?” His hand lazily motioned to her. And for the slightest moment Victoria wished there was one more garment she could wear as a barrier between him and her.

She refused to let that show. “What of me?”

His eyebrow arched. “So late into the night, when everyone is tucked safely into their sleeping quarters…”

“And yet here you are: all dressed in white like a bride left at the altar.”

“Like you're any better,” Victoria shot back with a sneer. “You fancy an unchaperoned midnight stroll, Draconia?”

“The stars are of better company than the likes of you, dearest Shard.”

“How flattering.”

“I should hope so. It's probably the only genuine compliment you could ever get.”

Her eyes narrowed down into slits, her lips pressing together before she said, “Do not challenge my patience, Draconia.” Patience that was hanging by a very thin, very fragile thread.

But Malleus Draconia was a prince not so easily deterred. His eyes wandered. To the large stained glass windows at his right, the moon illuminating them in a strange yet no less stunning disposition of color.

His eyes focused back on her, raking over her from head to toe. How irritating that he remained with an obscured and masked face. Perhaps that was a blessing, Victoria wanted to convince herself.

“Would you care for a dance?”

The question came in a matter of seconds. Straight-laced, firm, not sounding even the least hesitant.

The hesitancy she expected radiated off of her, instead. He chuckled at the baffled expression on her face, his lips curving into the barest hint of a smile.

Naturally, Victoria wasn't quick to accept. She took a step back, one foot forward and the other backward, she folded her arms across her chest.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Then beg.”

“Don't play games with me, Draconia.”

“And what makes you think this is a game, Shard?”

“You don't have a reason to dance with me. Not willingly,” Victoria took another step, this time towards him. “Have you perhaps been spiked with some sort of hallucinating serum?”

Malleus scoffed. “Don't be daft…” yet he didn't say anything to what she'd said before that inquiry.

“Being daft is more in character for you,” Victoria said in a mockingly crooning tone, clasping her hands together and bringing them close to her cheeks, rocking slowly.

“You are crossing a line.”

“I've crossed many bridges, Draconia. All I've done after is watch them burn.”

“Do you only speak in metaphors?”

“Do you do nothing but annoy me for your entertainment?”

To which Malleus gritted out, “A dance is all I ask of you.” It seemed she'd done her job of tugging at his strings well enough.

Her lips curved. “And why do you think I'd agree to something like that?” They stared each other down, eyes blazing in intensity.

Malleus held out his hand to her, his eyes glowing under the darkness of the hall. There was a strange tug in Victoria's system, somehow urging her — convincing her — to take that step closer and intertwine her hand with his.

Malleus guided her to a vacant music room. It seemed to be lacking in actual use, all the inhabiting instruments covered in dust and stained with a spider's intricate cobweb.

Victoria sent him a look. He knew she was wondering how he'd come to discover this room, but he was better off ignoring the silent question for now.

Bringing forth a self-conducted orchestra was as easy as flicking Malleus' wrist. The instruments burst with life, floating mid-air and playing a tune for them to dance to.

With a turn of his heel, Malleus went back to facing her. Victoria, dressed like some ghostly bride, iridescent in a dress so white it bordered on blue.

He bowed, even if it struck a chord in his pride to do so. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, wasn't it?

He heard her release a huff. He kept his eyes to the ground, hand still extended to brush against hers when she finally gave in and reciprocated.

The ends of Malleus' lips ticked upwards as he pulled her close, his free arm snaking around her waist.

Victoria already held a deep scowl in her eyes. It only seemed to deepen in intensity once he'd made that gesture clear to her. “Draconia…”

“And what is it now, Shard?” said Malleus, far too smug for the better of others, or his own.

“Don't act sly,” Victoria sneered, synchronizing with his movements. “You don't look good when you're sly.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “So when I'm not, I do?”

She didn't say anything about that comment. When he felt a sting of pain in his foot, he knew that she stomped on it with her heel.

Malleus was more surprised about the lack of a puncture wound than the pain itself. With how sharp her heels were, he half-expected his foot to start bleeding.

But did that stop Malleus Draconia, prince of the Briar Valley abyss, to move forward and engage in a waltz with her? No. No, it did not.

There was little surprise in the way their movements synchronized; Victoria made for both a formidable academic opponent, so Malleus felt little shock with her formidability on the dance floor.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” stated Malleus, giving Victoria a twirl. “When the celebrations came, I mean.”

“Tsk.” Victoria's footsteps were hard against the floorboards of the music room. “What, did you expect me to rejoice when the crimson blossoms wreaked havoc?”

“With the kind of woman you present yourself as, I would hardly be surprised if you feigned outrage.”

“I don't need to feign it when all I have to do is look at you.”

“How flattering.” Malleus' eyes rolled heavenward. Why should he bother at this point? No matter what he did, Victoria Shard would not take kindly to him being… well, himself.

He jolted, his face grimacing with a sudden hiss of his teeth. Shard…

He looked down at her, at her sapphire-like eyes and the smug look on her face that dared feign ignorance.

“Shard.” Malleus glowered.

Victoria huffed, and he could've sworn she was trying desperately hard not to laugh in his face. “What, Draconia? Already so tired from our dance to forfeit?”

If this were a challenge, Malleus made the immature decision of stepping up to the challenge.

This woman— Malleus thought with gritted teeth after each hard, deliberate stomp Victoria performed directly on to his feet. More likely than not, he'd lost count at how many times she'd done it.

Perhaps at some point, Zenith would give him some sort of petty participation award. Preferably titled, Endured being repeatedly stomped in the feet by Victoria Shard.

“In all my centuries of walking this land, never have I encountered a woman as egregious as you.”

“Then I find myself lucky.”

“You simply can't help but make my blood boil, can you?”

“Oh, Draconia.” Victoria batted her eyelashes with a croon.

“It's my favorite pastime.”

How crude of her. Malleus felt his pride get struck by some arrow. Be it an arrow from Orion, or one by Eros, he could not tell the difference.

He wanted, so badly, to put her in her place. To set his foot down and speak sternly, warning her not to be so bold in any future interactions between them.

But it was difficult. Difficult having to deal with a woman so high on her horse that she's arrogant enough to try and kick him off his; Difficult to constantly maintain order when it became very clear that it was the very thing she didn't want out of him.

Difficult to know that— no matter what he did— he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

He dared stared longer than necessary; at her frame, the dress she wore, the choker around her neck, the color of her eyes.

Her lips.

Malleus came to an abrupt halt. In doing so, so did Victoria, as were the instruments that only played at his command.

Victoria nearly stumbled, but the arm around the small of her back kept its grasp secure to prevent her from truly falling, lest her pride be wounded even more after agreeing to this.

“Draconia?” She'd called out to him, with an arch of her brow and a honeyed edge to her voice that made him want to fall apart.

Malleus remained ever still, unsure of what to make of himself after thinking such accursed thoughts. He barely heard her.

“Draconia?” She could repeat his name a thousand times, for the rest of time, and the only thing it would ever do to him was make his heart melt because she was saying his name.

He wasn't staring at her. Not directly. Not at her eyes, or any of her accessories— but at her lips. His eyes locked on to them, his breath uneasily jagged.

A part of him wanted to let go. To give in. To finally reach out and indulge in something for his own sake, and not for the sake of his kingdom, no matter what consequences he may face in the long run.

But he didn't. Malleus was better than that— his pride was better than to stoop to the levels of some desperate loon.

Victoria grew restless, calling out to him once more. “Draconia, speak,” she demanded. “Say something, damn it. I don't care what you have to say, just say—”

A small yelp came out of her as Malleus pulled her closer, their noses brushing. Neither of the two tried to break the gazes they held— though in the case of Victoria, her eyes seemed wide in a manner that, to Malleus, appeared almost otherworldly.

The hand that intertwined with hers broke free of its own iron grip, soon making itself known by caressing her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lips, but this time his gaze never wavered while looking into her eyes.

That familiar, gorgeous ocean-like pool that he'd drown in, for as long as time would allow him to.

Seldom were the visions that plagued his mind. He shan't bring himself to indulge himself. For the good of his people, of his kingdom.

Of himself.

“Save your voice for after our waltz, my sweet villain.”

“... What the hell am I looking at?”

Miren rubbed his eyes a good three times, blinking all the while and even going as far as pinching himself. Anything to try and prove to him that what he was looking at was a dream.

Turns out it wasn't.

There he was, Malleus Draconia — prince of Briar Valley, ruler of the abyss — dancing with Victoria Shard.

“Well this just got interesting,” uttered Rosemi, lightly shoving Miren to the side so she too could take a peek through the barley open doorway.

Miren's eyes narrowed. “Rosemi.”

“Miren.” Rosemi’s voice remained perfectly pleasant, a tight-lipped smile on her face as she maintained her focus on the incredulous sight before her and not the glutton beside her.

“Oho, how scandalous, Miss Shard…”

Miren grimaced. Maybe it was the weird mumbling on Rosemi's part that was getting to him, but a part of him felt… bewildered? Regret? Whatever it was, Malleus and Victoria dancing was the source of it all.

But the moment looked — and felt — intimate. Peaceful. A calm before a storm that Miren didn't know when it could strike.

Yet Miren was no stranger to the obvious look in Malleus' eyes. His lips pursed, unsure of what to think.

Perhaps it was best to keep his thoughts to himself.

【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of Character appearances/mentions

Malleus Draconia

Victoria Shard — Me 😈

Zenith Devi — Also me 😈

Miren Lockhart — @authoruio

Rosemi Columbina — Also @/authoruio

@starry-night-rose | @jasdiary | @nem0-nee | @fumikomiyasaki | @sakuramidnight15 | @geminiiviolets | @valse-a-mille-temps | @hallowed-delights / @terrovaniadorm | @twistedsongstressofstarz | @twsted-princess @mystery-skulls-ghost | @absolutelyobsessedkiya | @lueerhythm | @cecilebutcher

[bloodibambiidoll]

I little ramble/announcement:

When I'm in a better headspace I will still be reading Stranger Things fics again eventually. But, I’m done writing for this fandom. I feel like it's just been proven to me over and over again that this is a negative, generally unsupportive, entitled, competitive space. I often wish I stayed a reader. I miss when I didn't know about all the drama. I’m not going to put my time and creativity into something just to put it out into such a toxic space. It’s not worth it to me.

I truly wish I could just get the entire ST fandom in a room and give us all the Mean Girls gym scene treatment. Like "who here has felt personally victimized by this fandom?" Because I bet it would be just like that scene, everyone would raise their hands. I have been belittled, bullied, called racist and homophobic slurs. I've had insults thrown at me that I haven't heard since l was in highschool. I've watched my friends be treated the same way. I've watched the fandom divide and then divide again. The cliquey bullshit, the pointing fingers, the accusations of "copying". It's all so fucking pointless, if I'm being honest. We are all here for the same reason more or less. We all love the same characters.

This fandom has completely forgotten what FANDOM is about. Community, creativity, a safe space to share your art and your love for something with people who love it too. I wish so badly that we could all go back to that. To when it felt like an actual safe space, an actual community. But I just want to say thank you to anyone who's ever taken the time to read my work, become my friend, or even just been kind to me on this app. I'm thankful for each and every one of you.

I've always said I wouldn't let people chase me off or ruin my love for this fandom but at this point, I'm done. I'll still be around, l'm NOT deleting my blog, I still love Eddie and Steve very much but I absolutely need to take a step back from them before my love for them is ruined entirely. I am multifandom now and I will still be writing but for other characters. So if you don't want to see that I understand if you decide to unfollow me. I won’t hold it against you. I wasn’t even going to make a post, because honestly? No one is entitled to an explanation from me but I felt that the people who have actually been kind and made being here worth while deserved to know.

-Xoxodolly

[moon-upright]

Watching Them Sleep 💭

(i have written once again. it takes me so long to post these because i agonize over everything) this takes place at the beginning of book VII The Chariot, from julian's pov. offering an explanation for why he briefly left MC in their sleep

《 features Julian and my Esme

《 non-graphic references to sex

♡

Julian had spent much of his life waking up early, regardless of how he slept the night before. This meant that he'd get the chance to see many sleeping people beside him. There wasn't much else to do, being the only one awake and not wanting to wake them by getting out of bed — if indeed he decided not to leave anyway.

He found it interesting; no matter how gruff or downright mean someone was in the day, they all looked so peaceful asleep. (Most, anyway. Certainly not the one woman who wore a sneer to bed, nor his one crewmate who, to Julian's brief shock, slept with their eyes open. And not to mention the soldiers he'd treated who had night terrors.) There were some cases where he wished to know that person. The one they were in their dreams. But, he guessed he got only what he asked for, nothing more.

On the surface, waking up with Esme for the first time wasn't very different. Granted, she was no sort of one-night stand. The only “stand” they’d had was kissing on Mazelinka's twin-sized bed.

Julian awoke in her arms. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his back, her cool breath faintly tickling his ear. She had comforted him off a nightmare maybe an hour prior; even then, she looked quite solemn. In the several days he'd known her, it was rare for her face to shift from stoic, irritated, tired, or something in between. However, there were those prized moments when he got her to crack a smile, even laugh. Those moments, when she bit her lip to try and hide it or covered her mouth, told Julian that her aloof demeanor was more practiced than organic. At least, more deliberate. She was trying to hide from him.

He couldn't exactly judge her for that. He was the most dramatic person he knew, always throwing on an exaggerated guise.

Julian carefully extracted himself from her to sit up. To his curiosity, Esme's brow faintly furrowed at the loss. He thought for a moment, then grabbed the pillow from the head of the bed and gently placed it in her arms. It was a little silly, but he hoped she'd notice nothing amiss. Sure enough, she curled around it after a moment, holding it to herself, and her face softened again.

Firstly, Julian thought, that was too cute. He never would've suspected her a cuddler. Secondly… Can't hide so well in your sleep, I suppose.

Despite the fact that a sleeping face was generally expressionless, this was still different to her normal unimpressed gaze. She looked peaceful, unlike she had any thoughts or burdens to carry. Long eyelashes resting on brown skin, warmed by faint morning sunlight, knew nothing.

Should he have been surprised? Esme kissed him last night. And it was gentle. Initially, he thought he was attracted to her, outside of her appearance, because she was a bit mean. A bit hard to get. But as she slowly thawed, warmed up to him, he saw her inner personality begin to shine through. And he found himself only liking her more for it.

Esme wasn't different from everyone else when it came to sleeping, but the feeling he got from seeing her was new.

This was bad.

This was not why he came back to Vesuvia. He was looking for answers, for absolution, for punishment, whatever — but not for feelings deeper than fleeting attraction. He was a murderer. A fugitive. Esme might have been confident, as she said last night, that he wasn't going to die, but that meant little in the face of reality. Julian went and got this innocent person tied up in his mess. And not just any innocent person. Esme.

She slept soundly, like merely being around him didn't put her in danger. She was opening up to him, like trusting him wouldn't only end in heartache. She kissed him gently, like she wanted him, like he deserved to be wanted by her.

It was already too late. Any way he tried to end this, it wouldn't be a clean cut. Because he just had to go and mess everything up. He really shouldn't have been surprised.

Julian suppressed a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Exasperated, and so early in the morning. He collected the rest of his clothes, and with a final indulgent glance at Esme, hugging a pillow in her sleep, left.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Complicated

Steve's Version.

Final part.

Warnings: Angst to fluff.

Eddie's Version ( final part) will be posted soon. What would you all like to see in it? 💕

❤️

"You're an idiot Steve Harrington" It's not the fist time Nancy has said it to him, it's the first time it's 100% true though.

She's glaring at him, pissed off at him. Robin has already declared he's a dingus as well.

Nancy had came from yours after girls night to find you growing upset at the romantic movies you were watching with her and Robin.

That lead to her finding about you and Steve and what happened two nights ago, to say she was annoyed at Steve was an understatement.

"Why couldn't you let her down gently. You acted like an asshole Steve and that's not you, not anymore" Robin rolls her eyes at him.

"The dingus is totally crazy about her but thinks she only has eyes for Eddie because she had like a super crush on him for a long time. Steve, anyone with eyes can see that she's smitten with you now"

Nancy turns to him, folds her arms and gives him her best disappointed look.

"If you want to know how she feels then ask her. She's not a mind reader, she doesn't know why you're upset"

Nancy's words ring in his head and he knees he needs to speak with you. He will do it.

Soon.

♥️

Steve didn't expect Eddie to visit him at home but the metalhead barged in glaring daggers at Steve.

"You know yn is trying to put on a brave face but I caught her crying earlier. I don't like seeing her cry, you better have a good explanation for the other night dude?"

Steve doesn't know what to say. He can't tell Eddie how you feel about him? Still feel for him?

"Just butt out man okay. It's between me and her. I'll fix it" Eddie's eyes narrow at him and he stalks forward, anger all over his face.

"I won't have you mess her about Harrington. This is what I was worried about. You fucking with her because you're still in love with Nancy"

Steve snaps then. He's tired and misses you, Eddies comment sends him over the edge.

"I'm not in love with Nancy. Not anymore, I'm in love with yn" Steve yells back and Eddie stops ranting and cocks his head and looks sheepish.

"Oh... Then you need to tell her this dude. She needs to know, instead of worrying herself sick that you have gotten bored of her"

Steve stiffens. He never wants you to think that. Doesn't want to be one of those assholes who mess with people's feelings.

"Where is she?" he needs to see you, clear the air and hope you forgive him for being an idiot.

"She's at home. Don't fuck this up Steve. I mean it"

♥️

When your doorbell rings you expect it to be Eddie or maybe Nancy and Robin.

It's Steve, he's holing a bunch of flowers and your feeling of joy is dampened by your annoyance and hurt of the other day.

"What do you want Steve?" he holds out the flowers to you and you take them, smiling a little. They are beautiful, you thank him but you're still mad and want answers.

"I'm sorry I've been a jerk. I can't apologise enough honey. The truth is I realised something a few days ago but I was worried you still had feelings for Eddie"

This softens you just a teensy bit and you shake your head.

"Not anymore. I should have told you but I thought maybe you were still hung up on Nancy" theres a spark of hope inside of you when he shakes his head.

"Fuck no, not anymore. God all of this stupid shit wouldn't have happened if I just talked to you. If we both just communicated"

"I agree. We need to communicate more Steve, we're so good at it usually but with you being distant and saying this is just sex it's made me anxious to try and talk to you"

He gives you a look full of determination and nods.

"That was a lie. This is more than just sex to me sweetheart, when I heard Chrissy and Eddie broke up and I seen you two so close the other night, I got scared that I'd lose you"

Shaking your head you gently rest your palm on his cheek, heart aching he's been so worried. You wish he had just told you this, things could have been resolved quickly.

"I want to be with you Steve, the truth is I'm in love with you and I understand if you don't feel that way I just...

You're cut off as his lips press to yours, he's smiling and looking at you with adoration.

"I love you too honey, I've fallen head over heels for you" the both of you are giddy at this point, the angst of the last few days vanishing.

Steve kisses you sweetly, pulls you close. Whispering words of love and you can't belive this is real.

Just weeks ago you were heartbroken over Eddie, yet in such a short space of time you've fallen in love with the most amazing man.

You're happier than you ever thought possible, all thanks to one drunken night all of those weeks ago.

❤️

[rainbowsky]

Hi rainbow, please tell me the incident where yibo reserved a rehearsal time slot for zhan under his name at a tencent award show?? ❤️💚

Hi Anon! 😊

This is one of my absolute favorite GGDD CPN of all time.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

As everyone knows, 2020 was a really rough year for GG. Not only was he a victim of the 2/27 nightmare, he was the target of serious attacks and harassment all year long. He couldn't go anywhere without security issues, and frequently antis would post about his location and launch mass complaint campaigns against whoever was hosting him.

I can't overstate how scary it was.

GG was laying incredibly low at the time and was rarely seen, and when he was seen it would be a surprise appearance to prevent antis from being able to try to sabotage his schedules.

Tencent Starlight Awards was set to take place on the 20th of December. Everyone was wondering whether GG would attend. There were a lot of rumors, announcements and reports about the stars who would be there, but only vague rumors about GG. Some people were saying he likely wouldn't be there because of 2/27, while others were holding out hope of a surprise appearance from him.

When the rehearsal schedule was leaked online GG did not appear on it at all, which caused some dismay among those who'd been hoping for a surprise appearance.

However, DD was on there, and listed as taking up significantly more rehearsal time than any other artist. Most people were scheduled for a half hour to an hour, while DD was scheduled for a full two hours; a half hour for sound and vocals, another hour and a half for him to rehearse with the dancers (he had been scheduled to do a dance performance but that was later cancelled).

He came under heavy fire from haters who claimed he was too full of himself and taking up too many resources. No matter how badly he was criticized for it, he kept silent and issued no statement about it.

When video footage from the rehearsal leaked online (clearer video here) it was discovered that DD wasn't the only one taking up those time slots. GG was seen rehearsing right after DD (this was also the first time GG's red microphone was seen).

In other words DD had hidden GG's rehearsal time under his name on the schedule - and taken fire for using up so much time - so that GG's rehearsal (and attendance at the event) could remain secret for as long as possible, which would provide maximum protection from sabotage by antis.

Excuse me a moment, I think I have something in my eye... 🥺

And if you look closely in the video you can see GG onstage (on the right), and across from him stands another figure wearing a black hoodie, dark toque, mask and green cargo pants. There was SO MUCH arguing over who that person was!

BXG were saying it was DD (reports said that DD watched GG's rehearsal and took photos and video), solos were saying it was a staff member - they even had elaborate posts with detailed explanations of who it was and supposed evidence confirming it (I wish I had some of those posts saved because they'd be interesting to go over now, but I don't save anti BS).

Then today video emerged of DD's rehearsal that day (which we've already established happened moments before GG's) that shows he was dressed uncannily like the person in the GG rehearsal video.

So this CPN only gets sweeter as the years pass! 😅

And we know the rest. GG went onstage and performed to a massive sea of red light banners that fans had smuggled in to show their support. I already talked a bit about how incredible that moment was in my post about the anti video a couple weeks ago:

We had just spent several months watching GG get trashed and attacked and negatively discussed in the media. He had been lying low for months and months. Many of us wondered whether he’d ever recover. As we all know - in C-ent, artists are routinely canceled and blacklisted, often for apparently minor 'infractions’. We had no reason to believe GG would be able to bounce back.

Then Tencent Starlight Awards comes along, and here’s GG on the red carpet and then onstage, singing in front of a huge audience, and there was a sea of red light banners that fans had smuggled in to show their love and support. And GG was clearly deeply moved by it all, to where he got choked up toward the end.

I don’t think I was the only person bawling my eyes out at that moment. I STILL can’t watch that video without getting choked up. It was such an important moment in GG’s career.

And GG was visibly relieved. I can only imagine how elated he must have been after the event, to see that his career was going to survive.

There was a lot of CPN for that night, much of which emerged from a LRLG fake rumor that discussed the events of that night.

DD was nervous to go onstage so GG gave him his ring to carry in his pocket. DD was seen onstage holding something in his pocket that night.

GG and DD laughed about the BXG light banners, and paid particular attention to one that read, "Dumplings, rice noodles, 3+2 biscuits" which was hanging near the teleprompter and directly in their field of vision onstage.

There was some discussion of DD looking at GG when they were onstage together as part of the final group.

And it closed off with the cryptic "Let's meet in 2022" that has me 🤡 today as I think about the (VERY UNLIKELY) possibility of them being on the same stage for NYE this year.

There was also some well-supported CPN from that night about GG and DD seeing the "river of stars" banner that a BXG was holding up. You can read all about that here.

There was some CPN about DD's bodyguard Lele looking after GG when they were preparing for the final group stage.

I'm sure I've forgotten a lot. We were buried under CPN for days, even weeks after that event! 😅

Those who are curious, the full event can be viewed on YouTube.

Anyway, Anon, hope that answers your question!

[chromatic-crow]

Hi hello uh hm don't look at the time I'm posting this

Brandon had gotten him sick.

Or at least that's what Connor thought as he feels his stomach turn again, dry heaving into the toilet again.

No other explanation, it had to have been before Brandon had gone on the road trip, leaving him behind injured and unable to play. A shiver runs through him, maybe from his stomach quivering or the air kicking on and meeting his bare skin. He decides to go back to bed, hoping that the feeling will pass.

It doesn't get any better, over two weeks of running to the bathroom after waking up as he tries to get back to pre-injury normalcy. He winds up in the trainer's room, asking why he's been sick for so long, only to get a shrug. It was too long for it to be food poisoning or some kind of virus, any other possibilities ruled out. Maybe he just had anxiety or something.

Connor is really sick of it after another month of it, trying to practice through it every morning. He's fine for games, managing to feel well enough to play without having to leave at all.

He had to sit out for a few minutes this game, feeling more worn down than usual as it progressed. He notices Brandon staring at him while he's in his base layers, only wanting to get changed and go home.

“Are you slacking in the weight room? You're lookin a little squishy right now.” He could honestly punch Brandon for that.

But Brandon's not wrong, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't noticed it too. His stomach has softened a bit, small swell appearing further down.

“I've been sick, what do you want me to do?”

Brandon shrugs as they both continue to change before turning to him as he buttons up his pre-game suit shirt, “Wanna come over tonight?”

Connor hears the almost suggestive tone of Brandon’s voice, shooting him a glare as he shrugs on his jacket. Did he want to go over?

“Okay then, can I come over? I just wanna hang out, you've been pretty distant lately.” Brandon's pouting at him, making it hard to say no as he caves.

“Fine,” Brandon breaks into a grin, “but it’s your own fault if you get sick.”

He already knows Brandon doesn't care, he can't say he would care either at this point.

He winds up on his back, Brandon kissing down his chest before pressing a dozen kisses to the swell of his stomach, a small laugh leaving him.

“hey wouldn't it be weird if you were pregnant or something? Man I almost wish that you could.” something lines up inside of him when Brandon says it, letting out an angry curse.

“no, no just. There's no way right? Guys can’t get pregnant. Right?” Brandon stares at him confused as he watches as Connor counts back the last time he had ended up on his back with Brandon.

Almost two and a half months ago now. He grabs his phone, hands shaking as he looks up pregnancy symptoms and -.

Fuck, it sounds a lot like what he's going through right now. Did Brandon actually manage to knock him up?

The thought makes his stomach churn, hopping up to run to the bathroom, emptying his stomach as Brandon kneels down beside him, hand gently rubbing his back.

“I don't know if guys can but I can't help but wish that you could.” it's too gentle for whatever it is they are, for the way that they just fit in together completely falling.

He demanded that Brandon run to get some things from the store, staring at the box of pregnancy tests as he opens them. He'd bought the most expensive kind of tests, and -

It had to be wrong. He couldn't -

He tries another one, hands shaking as he looks at the results of both of them. Positive.

He jumps as Brandon walks in behind him, oddly quiet as he peaks over his shoulder at the tests, a hitch of his breath the only thing that Connor hears in his ear. He feels Brandon's arms wrap around him, feeling like he's having an out of body experience as Brandon holds him.

He feels tears streaming down his face as Brandon gently sways them. How would this even work? How is it happening? And why now?

“....did….did you wanna keep it? You don't have to, I just…I've always wanted..but…” he can hear the hesitance in Brandon's voice, not wanting to overstep whatever it was that they have here.

“I…I don't know…I didn't think that this would happen…” he'd have to think, he doesn't want to think about it. The thought of all of it bouncing around in his brain, he needs some time to figure it out.

“I'm right here, we can just figure it out in a bit.”

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

First meditation with Khaos, the vast void of space

Quick warnings: this is a pretty long post, but I'm using it as a way to record everything I remember happening during this meditation so it has things other than just what happened with Khaos! This is also actually originally written weeks ago, I just left it in my drafts for ages whoops.

Another note: I won't be using only she/her pronouns for Khaos in the future, although I don't think they give a singular fuck either way, I just am tired today and wanted to get this posted without having to edit it.

UPG disclaimer. Even the title is UPG, my personal associations with Khaos.

So, I had things to do and decided I wanted to have a proper chat with Loki about it. I started up my meditation music, grabbed whatever crystals felt right, and laid down.

One of the first things they did was hug me. I am someone who has issues with receiving love, and this caught me entirely off guard. Of course I go "wtf bitch you can't do that???" And he basically told me something along the lines of "fuck you I do what I want." (Note: Loki is deeply salty that I cannot remember their actual wording, as it did not have the boundary breaking "I hug you if I want no matter your thoughts on it" implications this wording does. Loki is big on boundaries being respected with me. I feel the need to write that down.)

But we chatted about a spell I was planning, and Loki- who promptly draped himself across a couple logs all dramatically- was very enthusiastic about helping. We went back and forth, I also brought up Apollo to say hello, and then I felt... someone on the edge of things. Apollo was pretty abruptly gone, which makes sense for reasons I'll explain in a moment.

Loki stepped beside me, and sort of had their arm over my shoulders in a distinctly protective manner. Thing is, nothing felt malicious, and I asked them why the hell they seemed so protective when I felt perfectly safe. They explained that I was safe, but "she's pretty fucking intimidating so you might need someone to keep you steady."

Enter Khaos. I realized it was her because instead of a humanoid, or even recognizable form, suddenly within the protected astral space I go when I meditate (I'll just call it "homespace" from now on) is this massive fucking orb of void.

Except this is much bigger, and the orb I was met with was only... "half" of one. Like it'd been sliced, a few solid chunks cut out, like when a video game renders wrong and certain chunks won't load. I actively tried to imagine it as whole, to change it- it wouldn't budge. When I took the above screenshot as a reference, seeing how tiny my character was compared to the in-game thing that I compared Khaos to, it brought a whole new meaning to Loki's explanation as to why it was only half of an orb.

"She's trying not to scare you."

Loki assured me that they would be with me the whole time, that we were not leaving homespace and the orb was completely within the protection of homespace, and we walked in. It was pitch black, void all around, and I could see Loki as if he was lit up in the middle of day but that was it. Khaos came out of the void, sort of appearing out of the "wall" of darkness- being formed from it herself as if it were liquid. I asked her what she had to say.

She looked at me, just smiled, and said "good luck."

I admit, I laughed. I pointed out that THAT sounded ominous as hell. I knew what she meant- she was genuinely wishing me luck, since I have a lot of growth ahead of me and working with her is going to be a pretty big deal for me. But at the time, I couldn't help but laugh. Later, when I was recounting this to my mom, I got a very clear image of hands of darkness holding a bright orb of light. Offering it to me. It wasn't just wishing me luck. It was a gift.

Not long after that, I was suddenly made more aware of my physical body in the form of an ant crawling across me. I got the ant off of me, and went back- only to find that I couldn't just go back to the void we were standing in. Loki met me where we originally had started, and confirmed that I wasn't able to go into her space uninvited. I told them I couldn't go through the process of getting further into a meditative state and walking back into the void, and they said it was okay.

And I swear to you, I'm not fucking with you when I say this is exactly what was said next.

Me: "So... It's so interesting- Is the only way to talk to her to go into the void, be consumed by her energy entirely?"

Khaos, suddenly behind me: "Sort of, but not entirely no."

Me, finding out that my startle reflex is just as bad in the astral: "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-"

Khaos: "No." (As in no, she's not Jesus. /Lh I just feel like it might not be clear!)

You guys. She wasn't even trying to be funny. I adore Khaos already I'm gonna have a fucking great time.

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

Ok soooooo I'm gonna write how I wish the final battle between Knuckles and Rouge would be in the movie according to my post about her participation in it, you know the scene from SA2 that I strongly hope they add in the next movie:

So, this conversation takes place after a fight, you have to visualize exactly the Sonic Adventure 2 last fight between them but with a scene of Rouge braking her wing after Knuckles throws her against a wall or something and I think everyone who saw that original scene in the video game doesn't need an explanation of why 😂😂 and this could be a fight for the pieces of the master emerald or the chaos emeralds, I'm not sure what fits better in the context of the version of the movie:

Rouge: AJJJ! *in pain *You brute! Some "noble" guardian you are! Attacking a lady?! SHAME ON YOU!!

Knuckles: Excuse me? You're the one who cowardly ambushed me from behind more than once! At least I have enough honor to attack from the front and what kind of Lady goes around stealing jewels?? You dishonorable thief!!

* Rouge feeling humiliated at his words rushes at him despite the pain on her wing*

Rouge: All the jewels in the world belong to me...!! Eh..!? Aaaaaaah!! *she loses balance and trips falling from the platform unable to fly up *

Knuckles: Hey!!!!! *jumps and grabs *

Rouge: kuuuhh!! .... Eh? * opens her eyes and looks up at his eyes confused *

Knuckles: got you!

* he pulls himself up and helps her get on the platform again while still looking at each other eyes, he is still holding her hand until she suddenly recovers from the shock and feels embarrassed so she pulled her hand away as if she got burned *

Rouge: Keep your hands from me! Don't touch me... * looks away embarrassed *

Knuckles: !? Is that how you're gonna thank me for saving your life??

Rouge: saving my life? *looks at him outraged* Ja! I broke my wing because of you, I'm not falling for that "noble" act, I'm sure you just wanted to hold my hand...

Knuckles: The audacity Woman! Are you crazy?! After what you put me through you spit at me that nonsense?!

Rouge: ha! if not that... surely you just wanted to save the goods I carry with me so don't pretend to be a hero!

Knuckles: I didn't even know you had them with you bat-girl! I did it because it was the right thing to do, is what someone taught me in Earth. I just followed the wisdom I believe in! Don't you dare to doubt the hero's way!

Rouge: what kind of wisdom is that? Being a hero means being so stupid you'd save the enemy's life?

Knuckles: No, it means I couldn't just let you die because... Being a hero means you take responsibility for other people and not care only about yourself, I guess a selfish thief like you wouldn't understand, you don't even care how much people you put in danger with your actions but I do not care, I will keep fighting you and do what I need to do to help those people and fulfill my guardian duty! * strikes a ready for fight pose*

Rouge:......... * keeps side looking at him until she sighs * Ahh... Not matter what you say you sound stupid to me...

Knuckles: what did you sa...?! !!! * gets the stolen goods thrown at him * HEY!? Eh... * confused * what?

Rouge: then just take them, I'm so tired of fighting you, this isn't funny or worthy anymore... * she turns around ready to leave *

Knuckles: Wait!! Your wing!! Don't you... Need help to set it back in place? I'm sorry I broke it, let me just...!

Rouge: * turns her head at him* Ah this? Don't worry... * se grabs her wing and puts it back in place again herself* Gah..! Uff, this is nothing, I'm a strong lady, im sure you already know...

Knuckles:.... Impressive...

Rouge: * she starts flying away while Knuckles looks at her in awe really impressed* Goodbye handsome and don't go around holding girls hands with that gentle grip of yours they might think you have no decency...

Knuckles: what the...!? You...!!! Hey!! * she flies away laughing maliciously * ....* sight* wait, did she just called my grip gentle...? Aaaarrr I have no time for this!! * runs out of the platform embarrassed*

SECOND ACT: SCENE AFTER SHADOW'S SACRIFICE

*Rouge walks close to knuckles to stare into the space through the window *

Knuckles: So... What are your plans now? Are you going to keep looking for those jewels you like so much?

Rouge: nah, I think I'm going to quit that... Too much work for too little pay...

Knuckles: I see... * looks shyly away*

Rouge: so, looks like he also believed in that earthly hero wisdom...

Knuckles: *looks back at her a bit sadly*

Rouge: he really *looks down to Shadow's bracelet and then at the Earth* took responsibility for all those people...

Knuckles: *follows her gaze * yes, he fought like the most honorable warrior, he earned my respect

Rouge: * sights and chuckles * jiji I see... * she looks back at knuckles and he looks back at her so their eyes meet again* I guess this is a goodbye

Knuckles:..... I guess so...

Rouge: * she starts to turn around to leave * come on, don't make that long face I'm sure we'll see each other again handsome... * winks *

Knuckles: * makes an unamused face *sure, bet you'll come back just to be a pain in the ass...

Rouge: my my whatever did I do to earn that sass from you knucklehead... anyway goodbye!! * she sprints away *

Knuckles: grrrrr Hum! * rolls his eyes and then makes a fond side smile at her back * goodbye bat- girl

And the end!

Remember my other post? You know my Headcanon is that she will live with Randall and Rachel so soon Knuckles will see her in a video-call XD

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This is more a question of character anatomy rather than design.

I remember reading that making digitigrade legs on bipedal characters makes no sense anatomically, since those legs are built for quadrupeds and therefore can only hold the body's weight if shared on 4 legs and if the body is perpendicular to the legs, which is why plantigrade makes more sense.

I've created "human with animal characteristics" characters before and in my world, they are a result of divergent evolution from a common ancestor that evolved at around the same time as the human's ancestor. I've made it so that they are still plantigrade and have paws/animal feet, but they walk on their toes because of a subconscious habit/vestigial instinct that they wouldn't notice unless you pointed it out. They can walk normally but they just prefer not to because it "feels weird". It would look similar to a human walking on their tiptoes, but they have a slightly wider stance to give themselves more balance. Would this make sense in an evolutionary context?

I'm really not an expert on evolution or biology in general so I'm not entirely sure. You might have better luck asking script-a-world. (Be sure to check this post before you do.)

But in any case, I'm guessing they'd have some well-defined calf muscles from standing on their toes all the time, and they'd have to lower themselves back to a plantigrade stance when those muscles get tired. Unless everyone's wearing high heels to support their weight, they're actively fighting gravity whenever they stand up. It might help to walk on your tiptoes for an extended amount of time and see how long you can bear to do it without dropping onto your heels. (Bonus points for doing it in the "wider stance" you mentioned.)

And again, I'm no expert, but I'm not sure if standing on the toes really qualifies as an instinct if their ancient forms were structured that way. Digitigrade animals walk on their toes because they physically can't help it, not because of any psychological drive. So if we eliminated that explanation, which option would honestly feel weirder to a bipedal species: Walking flat-footed or constantly straining their leg muscles for no logical reason?

I wish I could give a more knowledgeable answer, but hopefully that helped somewhat. I forget if Terryl Whitlatch's books tackle this specific question, but it might be useful to check out.

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I mean, MC being Lilith's descendent was to set up their ability to bypass certain wards and such as well as allow them to communicate with her, as far as I'm aware it's the reason they're immune to Asmo's charm as well. MC wouldn't have the ring either if they weren't born with the power of angels.

The game never solved anything by "we have our sister back technically", the entire first season is MC helping the brothers with their problems, including the fact that letting go of the constant grief isn't letting go of Lilith and getting that understanding that moving on isn't bad, you still have her in your heart.

If you're talking about the fandom idea that the brothers only think of MC as Lilith then I'll let you know that was an angst au type thing. If one of the canon brothers treated MC as Lilith or her replacement then I'm almost certain that the others would beat some sense into him and make him apologize.

The brothers love *MC*, not Lilith's descendent. Belphie could be argued but the reveal was more about Lilith getting the life she always wanted in the end (living proof standing in front of him) and that hating *all* humans would be hating her too. And the reason he knows this now, the reason he's back with his brothers, the reason everything's going to be okay is MC. Maybe Lilith's descendent played some part in him wanting to get closer to them at first but I really don't think that'd last, his brothers and even MC would catch on quick and shut that down (saw a fic about that a while ago). After all, he also knew MC before any reveal, they were only "friends" but that meant he did know MC before "Lilith's Descendent".

MC being Lilith's (reincarnation's) descendant just solved certain plot holes with things like their abilities and why Lilith could talk to them but not her brothers.

Sorry if this is messy I'm not great at communicating my points or ideas. I've also got a really bad headache which isn't making it easier--

I actually used to think the same as you in some ways but I've been obsessed with this game for over a year and between rereading the story and reading fandom analysis, I've come to firmly believe that it wouldn't matter if MC wasn't Lilith's descendent, it was just an easy explanation for the plot holes and a typical otome wrap up for what was (iirc) supposed to be a 20 Lesson game.

(Not part of my take but I think the idea of Lilith being so done with the boys' shit and unable to knock some sense into them that she uses "power of fate" to knock around the papers so the boys get to deal with her most chaotic fucking rizzmaster descendent is absolutely hilarious and the entire plot point is worth it just for that)

Hi Anon, Yeah, the whole thing of Lilith being the reason MC can bypass certain stuff could easily be changed with the fact that the divine fruit Lilith gave her lover allowing them immunity against shit, plus my newest post about Lilith as a concept of love protecting MC (check it out here!) I think i mentioned it? idk, but if i didnt here it is.

As for the "technically we have out sister back" because its so ambiguous with the relationships lilith had with the other brothers, its hard to tell, except lucifer who i think mentions holding MC's hand reminds me of when he would hold lilith's hand which is a weird thing to say on a date. As for Belphie's situation, yes it does make sense that if Belphie were to hate MC who is a descendant of lilith he'd be hating her as well, but I think it would be much more interesting if we got him to forgive humanity or at least make steps towards it by confronting the one who he blames for it. And by seeing that they still have lilith's blessing it would mean that Lilith still loves them, and by hurting MC belphie is basically spitting in the face of his beloved sister's wishes.

Also overall, I made this version purely because Lilith being the brother's Sister, and MC being her descendant has some really messed up implications (going back to the lucifer part i pointed out) and technically they arent related by blood but if you have to put "technically" in front of something like that its still pretty strange. But im glad to hear your input! I hope you feel better!

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editing the plot of ouabh

--this book has so much lost potential, and by no means am i saying that i am a superior author or writer, but there are some things that i think could fit better into the story (and this is just a tumblr post anyways)

p.s: this is long

Evangeline Fox's lover, Luc Navarro, is going to marry her step-sister, Marisol. Like any perfectly rational person, Eva thinks that Luc must be under some sort of spell, or even a curse. So, she naively goes to the Prince of Hearts to seek help in stopping the wedding.

He apparently does exist, and tells her that in exchange, she will owe him three kisses from whomever he wishes, at any time he wishes. Desperately, she agrees. And even though he agrees to help her, he doesn't say what he will do. And with all these emotions and what's happened to her, she doesn't even think to ask.

Once she comes back, she finds that everyone at the wedding has turned to stone, including her beloved Luc Navarro. She's the only real person there. She goes up to Luc, and holding his body of stone, cries at his feet. Feeling even more desperate now, she hurries back to the Prince of Hearts, demanding some kind of alternative. He takes her back to the cursed wedding, and tells her if she turns herself to stone, everyone else will be repaired. Of course, she doesn't want to be stone, but she would rather live as a rock until someone eventually breaks her, than everyone she knows be stone forever.

Evangeline wakes up in a hospital, and Pietro (who is Poison and lies about his name, because she doesn't know he's is a Fate yet, and Jacks being the one who brought her to him because he still needs her for the Valory Arch. But, again, she doesn't know this yet, and assumes someone in her step-family brought her), is the one who helped her.

When Eva returns home, the day after, she goes looking for Marisol for some explanation. And in Marisol's room, she finds nothing but emptiness. Obviously, she goes to ask her step-mother, Agnes, and finds out that while she was literally stone, Luc and Marisol got married anyways, and Marisol has already moved in with Eva's ex-lover. Now she isn't so sure he was under a spell. She is angry and confused. Confused because she doesn't know if she's allowed to be in pain, because she did turn them all to stone, after all. She also thinks that maybe she should be happy for Marisol, because if it weren't for Luc, she certainly wouldn't have many options, since everyone has marked her as the Cursed Bride. Evangeline wonders if Marisol knew about her relationship with Luc.

Eva is being drowned in suitors because of her new reputation as some sort of savior. Of course, she doesn't feel this way, really, she feels more like a hypocrite and a liar. Although, she doesn't reject her suitors--a lot of the reason for that is also because of Agnes.

Two weeks later, the number of suitors have only doubled--and Eva didn't even know that this many people her age lived in her area. She's acquainted with a few, and really tries to make it stay that way. It's all being too much for her, especially since she still hasn't gotten over her ex-lover, and the last time she saw him, he was stone and about to marry her step-sister. Even with all this attention, all she is, is pain. But the hopeless romantic she is, she tries to find some kind of connection with the ocean of strangers.

One night, Luc and Marisol come over for dinner. Eva desperately does not want to see them, but she needs to know what happened.

Luc barely glances in her direction, and saves his lovey-dovey looks for Marisol. Eva's fighting tears the whole dinner, plastering fake smiles on her face. In fact, barely anyone regards her the whole dinner.

Before Luc and Marisol can leave, Eva tells Marisol that Agnes has to speak with her urgently, so Eva can get a moment alone with Luc. She tells him to follow her into a room, to which he obliges confusedly, and Eva asks him what the hell happened. Before asking, though, she throws a few insults in his face--and this is possibly the meanest she's ever been in a while, she thinks. But she doesn't care. For once, she doesn't seem to care. And after all this yelling and tears, Luc has no idea what she's going on about, and claims that they were never together in the first place. He doesn't remember us, Eva thinks. And apparently, Marisol was always his true love, Evangeline was never even an option. Now, she wasn't so sure he was under a spell, and perhaps he was just a piece of shit, but now she knows he's been cursed. She apologizes and bids him goodnight before Marisol can return, feeling embarrassed, but also somewhat more at peace for letting all of her emotions out. Although, she is somewhat happy that there's still a chance that Luc is actually cursed. Evangeline is sure it's wrong to feel good about that, but she can't help herself. It almost overshadows her embarrassment. But as she watches, from the window, her first love and another woman leaving, jealousy pricks at her skin, and haunts her the whole night. She is the other woman (couldnt help myself).

And on top of this, she finds out that Agnes has sold her father's Curiosity shop. And out of spite, she rejects half of her suitors. If Agnes doesn't care about Evangeline or what she wants, why should she care about her?

Evangeline goes back to the Prince of Heart's church, seeking some kind of solution for the mess she let him make. ''I knew I wouldn't have to go looking for you,'' he told her. He informs her that the mess between Luc and Marisol would have been there without him interfering, making her believe even more that Marisol or Agnes cursed her first love. And in exchange for helping her, he tells her that she still owes him three kisses. And the first one, he wants it to go to Crown Prince Apollo of the Magnificent North. Evangeline, obviously, thinks this is absurd and he needs to choose someone else. Jacks refuses, and says it's easier than she thinks.

Once they arrive, Jacks pays for an inn for Evangeline.

At one of the palace events, three days later, Eva meets a woman named LaLa, and also runs into a blue-haired Jacks. After Eva is done exchanging pleasantries with LaLa, he brings her into a room and informs her that he's 'Apollo's closest confidante', to which Eva snorts. He scowls at her, and with her permission, puts his blood on her lips so she can kiss Apollo. And if she doesn't kiss Apollo tonight, Jacks will turn her back to stone forever, since she wouldn't have gone through with their deal.

While Eva and Jacks walking towards Apollo, she hears rumors all around that Marisol is a Cursed Bride, and that she must have bewitched Luc. Some guilty part of Evangeline hopes this is true.

They both find Apollo elegantly posing on a balcony, and join him. ''This is my dear friend Evangeline Fox. You may have heard of her,'' Jacks told Apollo, hoping Eva wouldn't interrupt saying she wouldn't be his friend, and judging by her expression, he knew she wanted to.

Apollo, a lot more handsome than imagined, gives Eva a lazy grin, kissing her hand in introduction. And Evangeline knew exactly what kind of man he was. He wouldn't be hard to kiss, of course, it's just that Eva hadn't ever kissed anyone that wasn't Luc Navarro.

Jacks motions his hands from behind, as if to say, ''Get on with it already.''

Nervously, and as a girl who knew she had no idea what she was doing, gives him an abrupt peck and scurries away. ''Oh, I am doomed,'' Jacks said from under his breath.

Apollo is wide-eyed, but runs after Evangeline, needing more. Jacks shrugged. At least it worked. Embarrassingly, but it worked.

Evangeline had left the palace before Apollo could find her, almost tripping over her skirts more times than she could count. Once she is outside of palace grounds, she feels safe enough, and less in a 'I need to get out of here now' state, she starts walking to her inn, not caring enough to go back for a carriage.

The next day, Jacks breaks into her room, abruptly opening the curtains and making loud noises to wake her. ''You still owe me two kisses,'' he said. Evangeline couldn't argue.

They go to the Fortuna matriarch's castle, which greatly bothers the older woman, whose already snappy by nature. Before they arrived, Jacks had already put his blood across Eva's lips. ''You have to kiss her,'' he whispered. Eva's eyes widen. ''I am not kissing this poor old woman.''

''So you would rather be stone?'' he'd retorted. Eva sighs, and quickly kisses the old woman on the corner of her mouth (i did this because it didn't make sense to me that she kissed her on the cheek - did that mean that jacks's kisses were also fatal if he kissed on the cheek? if there was an actual reason, pls lmk lol).

The old woman slaps Evangeline, which would've knocked her to the floor if Jacks hadn't caught her. ''That was unnecessary,'' he told the woman coldly. The woman agrees, demanding that Evangeline let her make up for it.

Jacks's posture straightened, and he said, ''Evangeline has curiosity in your Vault. Isn't that right, my Fox?'' Evangeline has no choice but to agree, and seemingly has no reason to do otherwise anyways. She wants to tell him to not call her 'his Fox', but can't bring herself to, thinking it's too mean.

Walking down the old woman's long hallways, Evangeline fills in the awkward silence with even more awkward small talk.

The old woman opens her Vault, revealing the Valory Arch. Evangeline doesn't think she'd ever seen Jacks's eyes sparkle so much in. . .hope? Why would a creature like him need to feel hope?

''Evangeline wants to know everything there is about this arch,'' he'd demanded. The woman blinks and hesitates, but Jacks nudges his head toward her subtly, as if to say, ''Get me what I want. Go convince her.''

Evangeline hesitantly hugs the older woman. ''Miss, where I am from, there is no such thing as wonder. Here, I've found so many incredible, impossible things, that part of everyone's everyday lives. Please, will you show me? It is all that I ask.'' When the woman hesitantly nods, Evangeline thinks she might've seen a glint of hidden approval in Jacks's expression. Well, Evangeline didn't need his approval. Why should she care about that, right? She needed to focus. She was kissing all these people for Luc.

Before the older woman opens the vault, she said, ''I take it you do not know of the prophecy.'' Evangeline nods. ''It goes something like: 'This arch may only be unlocked with a key that is not yet forged. Conceived in the North, and born in the South, you will know this key, because she will be crowned in rose gold. She will be both peasant and--'' Jacks had cut her off before she could proceed.