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[forcebook]

William Jakrapatr as Thame in episode 4.

[atlanticum]

A rundown of my favorite "The Queen of Nothing" moments<33333

• Does he have a new seneschal? Does he have a new lover? <…> Does he talk about me?…

• “Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's hearts.” I feel like Jude agreed with Heather at that moment:/

• “You,” I say to my twin. “Get out.” YOU GO GIRL

• “Locke is dead” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

• The very thought of being there, of seeing Cardan, speeds my heart. Oh juuuuude

• "I knew you liked her," says Locke. "That's why I had to have her first. Do you remember the party in my maze garden? How I kissed her while you watched?" "I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me," Cardan returns. I FUCKING LOVE THIS

• "I loved him." "Sometimes I believed that you did, yes," Cardan says absently. AND THE FACT THAT HE KNEW IT WAS JUDE

• "Jude never loved Locke." "She loved someone else. He's the one she'd want dead.” —or in her bed who knows;)?!

• WHEN CARDAN SAYS HE’LL ��EXAMINE” HER ALONE IN HIS CHAMBERS. Naughtyyy boy;)

• “Well, didn’t you get my letters?” “What letters?” THIS LITERALLY RIPS MY HEART OUT AND TEARS IT TO SHREDS

• "Jude, you can't really think I don't know it's you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh." *Crying, screaming, throwing up*

• When Cardan tries to explain the exile to her and that it was all a trick that she was supposed to figure out and be proud of him, but he doesn’t have enough time… :(

• I am the Queen of Elfhame. Even though I am the queen in exile, I am still the queen. And that means Madoc isn't just trying to take Cardan's throne. He's trying to take mine.

• The fact that even when The Ghost betrayed her, when Jude found him she still wanted to save him!!! SHE’S THE BEST

• I'm not going to let myself get distracted by letters I never received or the way he looked at me when we were alone in his rooms or my father's theories about his weaknesses. I’m a tad speechless…

• WHEN THE ROACH COMES TO SAVE HER WITH CARDAAAAN!!! AND FOR HER HE LOOKS EVERY INCH A SPY FROM THE COURT OF SHADOWS

• “That boy is your weakness” OH WOW stupid Madoc is right about one thing. SHOCKER.

• Let Cardan not be shot. Let the Ghost be clumsy. Let me get inside easily. Let me stop him.

I do not pause to ask myself why I am in such a panic to save someone for whom I swore I rooted out every feeling. I will not think about that. Oh, sweetheart.

• “Do not touch her. She is my wife," Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile." CHILLS. literal chills.

• Cardan stands over me. <…> His white sleeves are rolled up, and he’s washing my hands with a wet cloth. My gods, i’m dying, he cares about her so much

• (about the gown)>> It is perhaps too plain for a queen, but Cardan is extravagant enough for both of us.

• “And the next thing we know, the High King is on our doorstep looking ready to tear down the whole apartment complex to find you” AAGHAHAHA I LOVE HIM

• “It was terrifying watching you fall. I mean you’re generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before”

• “I was afraid of you when I had a knife to your throat” this tore my heart open

• “This is my room” he points out, affronted “And that’s my wife”. FUCK YEAH “So you keep telling everyone” the bomb says AAAHAH LOVE HER

• “Oh, I don’t know,” I say “Maybe he’d like to hear me scream”. oh he would “I would” Cardan says “And perhaps one day I will” I’M FOLDED.

• “Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game” he says “You may accuse me of much, but not that” oh boy

• “I offer my queen’s hospitality. The hospitality if knives” ah, yes, badass jude

• “You looked like a knight jn a story tonight” I’M ON MY KNEES CRYING. THIS IS TOO CUTE.

• “By you, I am forever undone” I AM SCREAAAAMINGGGGGG

• “My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned”

• “It’s you I love” he says “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours” ABSOLUTELY MELTINGGGGG

• I can’t believe he said that and then just walked out, leaving me reeling. I am going to strangle him. I adore her

• When the bomb hugs her once they see each other, when Cardan was turned into a snake.

• “Please. I will do whatever you want. I will give up the crown. I will make any bargain. Just please fix him. Help me break the curse” im gonna cry

• I was happy, just before everything went so terribly wrong. This is gut wrenching

• They won. Everything was going to work out. AND HE LOVED HER

• “I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here” THIS IS ENEMIES TO LOVERS AHAAHAHA

• The Ghost’s eyebrows rise, and he glances at me. I grin.

• Like the whole thing how the Roach is telling the Bomb that he loves her is hilarious and super cute.

• The way Jude thinks that she can never tell Cardan how she feels is so sad. If Holly black had actually killed him off I would have died with him.

• “With my whole heart, I wish Cardan was here” she is longing for his annoyance I CANNNOT

• WHEN NICASIA TOLD HER THAT HE SENT THE GOWN I WAS SCREAMING MY GODSsss “He never told you, did he?”

• “And I saw the way you used to look at him when you didn’t think anyone was watching you” AAAH YESSS

• He’s every bit as terrifying as any serpent. i don’t care. I run into his arms. IM ON THE FLOOR SOBBING

• He holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world. im absolutely dead in the best way possible

• “You don’t want me dead” “If you joke about this, I am going to—“ “Kill me?” I think I might hate him after all Thin line between love and hate, right Jude;)

• “I knew little else, but I always knew you” MY HEART IS EXPLODING

• And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again. MY HEART SQUEEZED IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY

• When Cardan silences Randalin when he interrupts Jude. You tell them KING

• THEY’RE CELEBRATING THAT THEY GOT MARRIED YEYYYYYYYYY

• When Cardan adjust his crown and she rolLs HeR eYeS and HE GRINS.

• To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

i’m absolutely in love with these series🤍

[bbygirlky18]

Can you do a Test request. You can write whatever you want.

Beautiful girl! Test

Test x Scarlett Hunter

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 618

A/N: Hi everyone!! I hope you like this. This is the first-ever Test (Andrew Martin) Fanfic. This was sent in by @bbygirlnessa18 let's get into it.

@bbygirlnessa18 Scarlett is the name.

Hope you guys like it.

Test, the 6-time World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Champion, towers over the crowd as he strides confidently to the ring. From the moment the spotlight hits him, the fans erupt into cheers, and the energy in the arena is undeniable.

Test flips his tousled, light blond hair back and grins into the crowd. Thousands of eyes focus on him as he moves into the ring.

In the crowd, one set of eyes follow Test more closely than the rest. Her espresso-brown eyes sparkle with admiration as she watches him take the ring. She's been a fan of Test's since she was a little girl, and although she never expected to be able to meet him one day, here she is.

He's just as strong and charismatic as she imagined, and she can't take her eyes off of him.

Test has now stepped up to the mic. 'Testing, one, two, three,' he says, and the audience roars with laughter. Test chuckles and tosses his hair back again.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' he says, beginning his speech.

Suddenly, Test's eyes lock onto the woman in the audience. He seemed surprised, looking around to make sure she wasn't mistaken. But the longer he looks at her, the more he seems to recognize her.

The woman's heart skips a beat as Test steps out of the ring and makes his way into the audience. The open space between them quickly closes and they are now standing face-to-face.

The woman can feel the heat of Test's body radiating against hers. His eyes have now softened into a gentle gaze and lock onto her.

Test reaches out, his large hand clasping her slender fingers. 'I remember you,' he whispers, his breathing as shallow as her own.

The woman knows that Test is referring to the one time they met, years ago. She had been so star-struck then, and now here they are.

Test takes one step to close the gap and cups her face in his hands. His eyes close as he leans in and presses his lips against hers.

Test tastes of spun sugar and honey. She melts into him, and it's as if she's been waiting for this moment her entire life.

The kiss gradually deepens as Test wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck as they pour their hearts into this one moment.

The crowd goes wild as Test and the woman break apart. Test whispers into her ear, 'I'll see you backstage,' and with that promise, he strides back to the ring and continues his match.

The woman stands in the crowd, heart pounding in anticipation as Test goes on to win the match. Afterward, she waits eagerly backstage, and soon enough, Test emerges from the door.

His hair has become tousled from the match and his skin has a sheen of sweat. The woman can't help but blush as he grins, that same heart-stopping grin he had for her before.

Test leaps up and wraps her in a tight embrace. He holds her there for a moment before he pulls away and kisses her forehead.

'You're amazing,' he whispers, and the woman can feel herself melting into his chest.

They spend the remainder of the night talking; about wrestling, their lives, and the future. Before long, they are laughing, sharing stories, and stealing kisses in between.

When it comes time for Test to leave, he grins at the woman and kisses her one final time.

'See you soon,' he murmurs, a promise laced in his words.

It's been a night she'll never forget. Test may have won the match tonight, but it's her heart that has won the victory.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[svnoohe4rts]

hacker voice - we got him

no but for real maybe it's not full on tiddy but???! are u seeing what im seeing

I dont care A WIN IS A WIN

-heetiddy come to me heebabjew

ladies & gentlemen …. we got him. we got a lil peek of the heetiddies. still not a full titty pic BUT i’m happy with whatever as long as the heetiddies are included </3

i hope u had an amazing day today heetiddy baby <33333

[annonymannonym]

Willem herbots … my beloved <3

[marwhoa]

request: marloweeee c; ‘tis me (tmntxthings) what about a oneshot for 2012 vampire!donnie x fem or gn reader?! the rest is up to you though a dash of jealousy would be amazinggg orrrr vamp!donnie being like a super-mega bad boy and reader gets warned against falling for him but reader is just like “so he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, that’s a minor thing~” iendjcksoejddi idk totally up to you I’ll love anything you write <33333

🝮 “ the sheep loves the wolf ”

2012!Vampire!donnie x female!reader

author’s note: hihi !! I love 2012 donnie smsmsmsmsmsm, so this request got me squealing !! there are a few… side characters! I’ll put all their text in green, to minimize how many different colors I’m using, so don’t get confused like, “Whuh, I thought he was green, why is she green too?” They’re just all side characters in the story between donnie and y/n uwu as always, thank you for reading, and consider dropping me a cute wittle request!!

word count: 4.8k

The feet of two in love danced in synchronized steps, across the barren ballroom’s floor. Hand in hand, their eyes never left the other—completely captivated in their waltz. A loving sigh left Y/N’s lips as she was twirled in the hands of a dashing fellow with mahogany eyes that glinted a tad bit redder than she would have liked in the chandelier’s light.

Nonetheless, the red flags might as well have been green through her rose-tinted glasses as her dress bellowed and fluttered with each spin and delicate yet swift footwork. The two lovers made the dance look so much easier as they swayed here and there, fingers interlaced, hand upon shoulder, and the gentlemen’s hand fitting puzzle-piece-perfect onto the lady’s hips.

It was upon the last spin that Y/N had finally caught a glimpse of something much too frightening to mask. Some walls in the ballroom were dedicated to being pristine, decorative mirrors, so that it’s dancers could see them and their partner’s wondrous performance.

But, all she saw was herself, and her hands placed upon…

Nothing.

With a nervous intake of breath, a hitching in her voice, Y/N had tried to mask her discovery as she gazed back to her partner and saw he had been looking too. A skin-crawling grin crept upon his features, and goosebumps grew upon her smooth skin. Reddened irises glinted with hunger as they gazed upon the scared doe eyes.

“ Now, now, “

He purred, bringing their dance to a slowed halt. Your dress riveted as he pulled your shaken frame flush against him. The once-upon-a-time welcomed fingers caressed your chin, stroking with the kindest adoration—akin to possibly the same touch you would give to a treasure,

“ Why did you have to go and ruin the surprise with those curious eyes, my dear? “

Thunder echoed in the distance, illuminating the already dim room. Your skin crawled as memories of how you made it here flooded in.

———-

“ Y/N! Do not be foolish, you know we are not to follow the Willow’s path at night—have you no brain? Have you forgotten where that path leads, woman! “

Your frightened mother held your hand, tugging you away from a path your village had so fearfully deemed the forbidden trail—clearly-named-so by the path which was lined by dozens of weeping willows, far too breathtaking this time of year, and the creeping thyme had hues of purple that made that little route all too alluring. The wind bellowed through the willow’s tresses, and you couldn’t help but feel something pulling you forth. It was almost as though the wind was whispering your name.

“ Yes, mother, but I know how foolish the townsfolk are to be afraid. I have seen the man who lives atop the Willow’s path, and may I say that he is nothing like the tales say he is? “

“ You may not! Now hush that delinquent mouth and heed my words. I may be so kind as to forgive this insolence, but I assure you the foolish townsfolk will not take such sympathy for ye who dare fool with that monster. “

With a huff, your mother tugged you home. Upon your hips bounced a woven basket filled with various fruits and berries, as well as a handful of herbs, and even a vegetable here or there.

You were but a regular little lady in a humble village, raised on a story that one day four men had been ever so ignorant as to venture to the castle atop the weeping willows and creeping thyme hills. They were in search of the monster who lived there, plaguing the lands with an insatiable appetite of blood. Hope had riffled through the townspeople, hoping his reign upon them would finally be stopped by these sudden heroes.

Alas, not every story is meant for a happy ending. The four never returned, and the townsfolk were still ever so afraid as those drained of their blood appeared once again—though at a slower, much slower pace than before. Rumors spread that one of the men still roamed the castle grounds, agonizing the loss of his brethren while praying upon the youthful and naive ladies of your quaint community. Despite such a story, filled to the brim with reasons to never give in to the siren’s call that beckoned you up the purple-hues road—the one call that held your hand, tugging it as if to say, “ please, please. come help yourself, i guarantee your safety “, you still found yourself inching closer and closer to climbing the path.

With each passing day of the path’s begging you to come forth, your ability to resist it dwindled.

Some days it was stronger than usual. On those days, you would swear there were eyes on you. And one day, you had even been able to catch the eyes while picking medicinal herbs.

Your hands had brushes of green upon them, kisses left behind by the plants so mercilessly torn from the ground for human benefit. Your eyes held a calmness not even the ocean’s waves could achieve as glowing red eyes pierced through you. A smile quirked upwards as you shifted your sitting position to face him, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

“ It’s you, isn’t it? The one in the tales, the rumored Count Dracula, lord of the vampires, right? “

The anticipation and excitement swirling in your eyes, twinged with a hint of courage and need to challenge, all disappeared with a trace as the red eyes contorted with a look of sadness.

“ The Count Dracula? “

His voice came out all too normal (go on, hide that disappointment! what, had you expected him to sound scarier? a disembodied, gravelly tone?), and all too depressed as he slips from the bushes. His tall frame was clad in full black & brown; a long trench coat, hat, neat button-up, and fancy shoes. Unlike the people of your town, this man seemed even less like the town’s story, and definitely less dangerous than when you had seen him at the hill’s tallest point one night, and a silhouette you assumed was tending to a garden? It was dark and far, forgive yourself for not having caught all the details!

“ I could never be that fool. “

His hands clenched into a fist as you caught what seemed to be anger. Turned to your basket, you would shift herbs here and there until digging out a pristine red apple that caught your eye on the way here.

“ My deepest apologies then, are you perhaps one of the four men who were said to have ascended the Willow’s path some time ago? “

Y/N extended the apple, hoping to offer it as an extension to her apology. Her smile grew as it was accepted by the gentleman’s gentle touch. Their hands brushed—hers with tinted green fingertips, and his with smooth leather gloves. It had flown straight over her head that the gloves had only three fingers.

“ I am, those other three men were my brothers. “

A crunch of the apple being bitten filled the blanketing silence. You hesitated, but after casting your gaze to the basket, you pushed on,

“ Were? “

“ Yes, I assure you my speech holds no errors. What I say is what I mean. “

“ May I ask what became of them? “

“ You may not. “

His red eyes met yours, and you felt a heartbreaking blue twist in your chest. That was the look of a lonely man who had quite literally lost everything.

Your conversation continued until your basket was full. By then, it was time for you to return home and he gave a tip of his hat as farewell before ascending the purple hills.

The siren’s call begged you to follow him, it whispered in your ear, “ go on, don’t leave the gentleman all by his lonesome. have you no heart? were those weary eyes not enough for you, dearest lady Y/N? “

Y/N continued home with her basket.

Come the next day and the next after that—and far more days after— you were always able to find him somewhere near you. Fear was a foreign emotion when he was near. One of the days, you finally caught his name, Donatello. Donatello Hamato. He was not a monster per se, but rather a mutant of sorts. He described it as having been similar to a yokai.

He was the remaining brother of three others like him, the lone survivor after they had taken care of the true Dracula. Amidst your amazement, never had it crossed your mind to question who exactly had been draining the ladies of the town. In fact, there had been no found bodies since you had met this man and been seeked out by him each time you tended to laundry by the river or collected ingredients for that night’s dinner. No, no, he was much too confident you would never question any of those things.

After all, your focus revolves around him. He had never not noticed your searching eyes, a sheep who brightened at the sight of the wolf rather than shrinking away and rushing to safety.

Even the townspeople were beginning to notice you, searching for someone no body knew. That was, until one unlucky day.

There was no need for you to be out collecting berries and herbs today—your daily treks had made the inventory far too full. They could survive a whole winter without another trek. So of course you would find yourself to be followed by the village’s strongest, a well-known Caspien from a family of hunters, sent to see what nefarious deeds hast led themselves to you.

“ I knew it, you have been bewitched for that monster, Dracula, and only come here for him to have easy prey. “

Standing beside an imprint in the grass, where you and the one you almost would call beloved had sat for so long, discussing this and that—in fact, you had learned something about him that made all the pieces fall together. He told you about a world—or, rather, a time? A time after this one?

No, never mind that. Y/N, startled, whipped around to have her eyes met with the hunter’s forestry green ones seeing through to her soul.

“ Ca-Caspien? What are you doing here, following a lady like this? Have you no respect or mind to know it to be inappropriate! “

You were nervous, taking a shaky step back each time he got closer. Never had you felt it with Donnie, but right here and now with Caspien, you couldn’t help but shrink into the role of a frightened sheep before the hunting wolf.

“ Y/N, dear, with all due respect, it is not inappropriate at all for a hunter to ensure the safety of his people. “

Caspien took more steps forward, cornering you until you lost your footing and thumped hard against the ground. Fearfully, your eyes watched as his hand reached out, gesturing to help you up. What did he have to gain being out here? Would he hurt Donatello? Would he…

Would he hurt you?

Y/N’s hand stiffened as it took his, trying to play this out normally.

That was, until her frame was yanked up from the ground, stumbling into Caspien’s chest before then being thrusted into the tree whose roots previously tripped her.

“ I will force that monster’s hold off of you, even if I am to need to slay it. “

Y/N trembled, from both the night air’s chill and from the fear that ran down her spine. That, and the pain from having been slammed against the rough surface.

Unbeknownst to either of you, there had been a pair of watchful eyes taking in the scene for the past few minutes. Had his hands not been obscured by leather gloves, then it would be visible just how pale they turned as he gripped a log his weight was knelt into.

The scene, before now, had come off to him as two lovers meeting beneath moon’s light, albeit with a little trip from behavior Donnie couldn’t reason with (who backs away from their lover?). This would have been something he ignored, had it not been you that was here. You dared to lead him on? To smile at him as you had all these days the two of you sat together? He watched with a grin as it seemed that your affair was to be falling through. This guy seemed like a far-cry from the gentleman Donnie would proudly say he was, and he hoped that the souring quarrel in what should have been a romantic moment would prove to you just how much better he was. He could only imagine you running to him, pretty lips glossed up and kissable, your eyes shining in their usual doe-like shimmer, and your impeccably soft hands caressing him.

That dreamy fantasy whirled around his head, until he started realizing this situation was much the opposite of what he had assumed. The pained sounds from you were doing things to him, and none of them were of the good, nonviolent, potentially suggestive kind. There was a raging flame he himself hadn’t known laid dormant within. He bared his fangs in the shadows, slowly losing his ability to resist intervening.

You weren’t meeting some random human here, in this very place where you and him would share your time together. No, no, you were coming to meet him, weren’t you? But this nosy human had come to disturb that, hadn’t he?

Donatello agonized over whether or not to appear between the two of you, tearing apart this rattlecap. It had worked in his favor this long to never appear before anyone aside from…

Well, that didn’t matter, since now he had you and a dastardly mutt dared lay his mangy hands upon you.

He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt his beauty. So, when the softest squeak slipped your lips as this man dared injure you once more—pinning and frightening you—Donatello wasted no time in making it at your side.

Y/N whimpered in pain, closing her eyes and wishing for her special someone to rescue her from this hunter (though, part of you wanted him to stay away. What would Caspian do if he saw Donnie?). A hand placed itself upon her hips, and Y/N cringed at the sight she imagined opening her eyes to. Sure that it would be Caspien, far closer than she could ever need him to be and with his hands far from where they ever should be, her heart skipped as she opened her eyes who see the familiar brown collar of a coat. Topped with a fancy black hat.

“ Donnie… “

You whispered, your voice a mixture between afraid and affectionate. His hold on your hip tightened as your quiet voice reached his ears, feathering kisses with the innocent longing braided into each syllable. Your eyes trailed up to find his other hand latched tightly onto Caspien’s arm. For once, you saw the hunter assume the position of prey. You almost swore a cracking sound vibrated through the still night as Caspien tore his hand from your body and out of Donatello’s vice-grip.

“ Muh-Monster, you dare show your face here and hold Y/N as though she belongs to you? ”

The collar of Donnie’s coat might as well have been laughing a Cheshire’s bout as it was obscuring your vision, stripping your nosy gaze from catching the all-knowing smirk grow upon the tortue’s face.

“ How laughable is it for the monster to call someone else a monster. No, no, you are not the monster—not the one who held his hand to a lady! The monster could never be the one who forced himself upon an innocent lady? “

His arm pulled you closer. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was preparing to move…?

“ I believe we both know who is the true monster here, O’ Great Hunter Caspien. “

He was taunting the hunter, Caspien. And for what, to throw him off his rhythm? Or just for petty delight? Regardless the reason, you had no time nor leisure to analyze anything. There was only a split second to respond as the atmosphere thickened, and you watched Caspien’s hand move to his hip.

“ Donatello! “

Cried out Y/N as she put all her strength and weight into shoving him out of the way. A shot rang out, followed by her fearful shriek, but thankfully the bullet had missed them both—whether that was from your quick thinking or Caspien’s shaky aim was anyone’s guess, though.

Anticipating to slam against the ground, Y/N was surprised to instead feel weightless and hear the wind whisking past her. It felt like it was bellowing down her bare skin, as though to be running faster than humanly possible. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes to see she was held against Donnie’s chest, and he was running—no, leaping? No, they were quite literally soaring through the tree tops! It was right about now that the stories of his ninja training played back in your head.

Your hold on him tightened and your face buried in his chest, letting slip the content smile he had as he realized you were becoming his more and more, bit by bit. What didn’t slip, however, was the slight tremble you felt while pressed against him.

“ I’m sorry. “

He said, a gasp escaping you as he thumped down to the ground while holding you securely. Donnie straightened up, placing you down outside the window of your room.

“ Why? “

Your hand lingered on his chest, falling after a few extra seconds of shared silence.

“ For letting you get hurt. “

Donnie decided it best to hold his tongue and not tell you he had been watching it play out with jealousy whirling around his head. But, his hands stroked where the hunter’s hand held you much too tightly. You shared his gaze, looking at were a dull pain radiated. For a second, you shifted the shoulder of your dress to reveal the faintest crescents starting to pearl a ruby red.

The man before you found himself blushing for more than one reason, averting his perverted gaze from both the bare skin of your shoulder and the beads of blood growing. You shifted your dress’s fabric back, seeping into the uneasy quiet.

“ … “

Y/N bit her lip before going in for another hug. She just knew he wasn’t the bad person everyone thought he was, and that made falling in love with him all the more easy.

“ You couldn’t have known, but I am grateful to have had a knight such as yourself rescue me. “

You stared into his mahogany eyes, noticing a slight unsettling white glow. Was the moonlight hitting his eyes just right? You gave but a quick glance up to the moon, noticing clouds covering its pale spotlight that could have casted that shine to his eyes. But, before being able to put anything more together, Donnie’s hand turned your head back to him by holding your chin with a light pressure.

“ A knight? Why, my lady, you flatter me..Though, I should leave you now, “

He smirked, winking,

“ Not appropriate to be with a lady so late at night. “

“ Wait, you heard that? “

“ Heard what? Y/N, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman knows how to treat a lady. “

He leaned down, placing a kiss upon the surface of your hand, before then taking a step backwards and waving goodbye. Back up the rolling hills, he went to the castle awaiting his return at the top.

You found yourself wanting to follow him, but instead you turned on your heel and went inside to sleep. Slumber found its way to you instantly, lulling you into its pillowy embrace. Alas, as quickly as sleep had come, just as swiftly away it would have gone, with you reawakening before the sun had risen. Your mother shook you awake, shouting to you things that your slumbering brain couldn’t make sense of. All you could see were glowing orange hues outside and your mother pushing a bag into your hand. Pulled from the bed and shoved out the back, your ears finally made sense of what she was shouting.

“ Y/N, you foolish, foolish girl! “

She sobbed out in harsh, choked whispers while shoving a wrap around your body to fight the midnight chill,

“ Go on, you have to get away! Sir Caspien is saying you were cursed by the monster, Dracula, and they have come to do away with you. “

Holding your face, she planted a rough kiss on your head before shoving you out and shutting the door.

Knowing she meant only the best, your tired hands clutched your bag and looked around. Where could you slip away to?! Where could you hide without them seeking you out? Where, where, wh—

The siren’s call came to you, but this time in the forms of three silhouettes, all beckoning you to follow them. Astral bandanas swayed in the wind as their whited out eyes watched you with anticipation, eagerly praying you would heed their call.

You were no fool. Giving in to the tempting invitation, you trailed after the three apparitions, and they led you up the Willow’s path. One held your hand, flashing a big toothy smile as he led you up. The other two lagged behind you, almost as if to protect you. Had you not been running for your life up the lavender hills, you may have noticed how similar these three looked to certain stories Donnie had told you of his brothers.

Never mind that, though. Y/N stumbled through the gates as they gave an eerie creek. She took a few hasty steps forward, crunching autumn leaves under the weight of her feet, before turning to look for the three spirits.

Nothing.

A chill ran down her spine, but a nervous gulp would push down all of that as she turned and ran up the castle stairs. The large door was given a heaving push then let to close behind her shaky frame.

It was dark, far too much to see, so instead Y/N took a blind step in the dark and readied her voice,

“ D-Donnie! “

Silence answered you, wrapping a shawl of empty fright around you. Your blood was running oh-so cold as tears threatened to slip, glossing over your eyes with an irresistible sheen.

“ Don—Donnie, please, it’s so—umphf! “

You stumbled, falling onto a soft surface. After a few pats, you deducted from touching it a few times that it was a carpet that you tripped on.

Well, touch, and the lights that came on just a second ago, illuminating the ornate indigo rug, tasseled at the edges. It rolled up the stairs, which split into two towards the top. A large painting was hung in the divide, between stairs going to the left and stairs to the right. Whatever was depicted had been slashed through, leaving hardly enough puzzle pieces to put the original back together.

But, that mattered far less than the figure descending the left side of the stairs, hand on the gold railing. The light basked his green skin in a warm orange hue.

“ Y/N? What are you doing here, at this hour? “

His voice was alarmed as he descended the stairs—though, looming behind him was a larger desire. Behind a mask, he was rejoicing at his victory. You had come up the path, and he didn’t even need to drag you here himself. His arms welcomed you, and you accepted the offer as you dove into the turtle’s comforting embrace. Snugly, he rubbed your back and gazed towards the windows. He wore a sinister grin, which melded into false security and worry as he pulled away from the embrace to feather-light stroke your cheeks.

“ Never mind my inquiries, dearest. Your silence is answer enough. I knew it would be only a matter of time before those snakes bared their fangs at the prettiest flower blooming. ”

You pressed into his loving hand with shut eyes. Soft sobs escaped you as light tears strum down your cheeks.

“ Where will I go, Donnie, they wish to harm me. Caspien has told my people that you have corrupted me, joined me to your evildoings, but dearest Donatello I know your truth,”

Had it not been for your softened heart, blurred eyes, and shaky touches, you would have caught how stiff those last four words made him.

“ M-My truth? “

He stammered, hands ready to betray their gentle hold on you.

“ Yes, I know you are not the monster they speak of, love. You couldn’t be. ”

Donnie loosened, leaning in close. His breath rolled over your delicate lips, of which were practically begging him to kiss them. Your doe eyes gazed up as you leaned into him, taking his lips for the first time.

One sweet kiss.

And one naive girl, obliging to belong to the true wolf.

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And that, my sweet lady, is how you got here.

In this gorgeous ballroom of the rumored Country Dracula’s castle atop the Willow’s path. Thunder rolled down the hills, illuminating your dimmed dance floor as well as the paths out below. Your heart dropped, seeing the smallest silhouettes in the distance marching forth.

“ Y-You … You were, you truly were the Count—-hyii! “

Y/N screeched as she was suddenly dipped, their previously dropped dance renewing itself. Her dearest partner had not missed the lamb’s eyes that gave one last once-over to the silver-backed mirrors that lined the walls.

“ Love, no. Heavens no, that was no lie. “

The dance which previously made you swoon was now making you sick. There were millions of thoughts rushing through your head: the silhouettes outside, that was the townsfolk in a mob, yes? Likely lead by Caspien, no less! And Donnie, he had no reflection, so surely that means he is… If not the monster, then surely a monster. But also, someone as kind as he—monster or not—could not truly be so foul? Though, there is the chance he could have been leading your poor heart along, but surely not! Could these gentle, loving hands truly be so…

Misleading? Manipulative? Desiring to corrupt?

“ Tut, tut, tut, Y/N, my lady, your mind seems to be straying when I,”

Another squeak slipped you as he spun you away from him then twirled you back, dipping you again with his face dangerously close. Your heart is sent fluttering.

“—should be your priority. “

The lovers’ feet begin to synchronize as he lavished your full attention.

“ As I have said before, I am not the Count Dracula. I wouldn’t even claim the title, despite living in his home. No, that, this home, I have taken as, say, payment. “

“ Payment? “

Your fingers interlaced, you noting his three fingers with familiarity.

“ Revenge might be a better word for it. My brothers and I were led here some years ago. Our guide, a time-keeper, had hoped we would be able to fix a small issue of hers. “

He spoke with a bitterness, tightening the hold his hand had with yours. You winced at this. Donnie noticed and was quick to correct his mistake.

“ The first to go was my brother, Raphael. Turns out the one true weakness my brothers and I shared was that we were powerful together, but if you take even one of us away, the rest will fall. “

“ Your brothers,”

Y/N had an eerie calmness settling in as she began to dance with almost the same liveliness as before she caught her dearest’s reflection. Her dress was riveting with almost as much excitement and energy.

“ Were they… Slain—ah! “

He pivoted, jerking you towards him with an almost graceful twirl.

“ Watch your tongue, Y/N. “

The spark of fear igniting once more in your eyes was enough for him to smirk. And this time, you caught it.

There was an uproar outside, muffled and distant, but slowly becoming too much to ignore any longer.

“ I… Apologize. For my reaction, but yes, they were… “

Your gaze left the window and returned to him. This time, he wore a new expression—one you hadn’t seen on him before. It was a sadness unlike any other you had seen. The way it played at the strings of your heart was all you needed to know for now.

You were truly, through in and throughout, enamored with Sir Donatello.. In far too deep…

“ Your silence is answer enough, my dearest Donatello… “

The way his eyes melted into yours… Whether they were just a clever ruse or a genuine show, you were prepared to venture down this path.

“ I… I am not afraid of you. That is a promise. “

“ Y/N… My lady, you are much too true and sweet. I fear you will be my undoing.. “

The two of you shared one more—or maybe, one last— kiss as the doors downstairs began to shake with thunderous banging and the crackling of outside lightning.

Everything was a recipe for tonight being a night no one would ever forget, for better..

Or for worse.

[faerielleart]

the thought of hange and levi surviving the story, settling down and having their own family breaks my heart in two... we could have had it all. 💔

yep 😭😭

but honestly??? at this point who cares about canon??? certainly not me wtf is canon is that something you eat-

as marie kondo says if it doesnt make you happy throw it the fuck out and guess what thats exactly what im gonna do ladies and gentlemen # surviving off of au, fics and fanarts where my babies are happy ayyyyyyy 🤙🤙🤙

also you know what anon imma mend your broken heart with a fuckton of cute levihan family headcanons so buckle up cause you’re in for a ride

after the war levi and hanji stop dancing around the issue and they finally get a house in the woods and live there together like the married couple they were from the start (but now its official yay)

when they bump uglies they tend to be careful but accidents happen lmao wink wink and thats how hanji found themself expecting yo big surprise

however!! i feel like they wouldnt know *for sure* until the second trimester tbh life as a soldier is stressful and i imagine most soldiers would have sporadic periods as a result of it so the period option is ruled out, also i feel like it wouldnt be realistic for paradis to catch up with the rest of the world so quickly after the war technology-wise, so same thing goes for the medical field with pregnancy tests and whatnot; basically i feel like the only way for hanjo to know would be actually the moment their body starts to change. of course hanjo is fucking TERRIFIED but tells levi right away so they can work the situation out together like they do for everything COMMUNICATION IS KEY MY LOVELIES

anyway the big reveal would go something like this lmao them sitting at the table together eating dinner, levi would say “why tf are u eating so much slow down you’re gonna shit for days if you keep this up” and hanji would say “bro i cant help it im eating for two” and levi doesnt get it hhhhhhh his heart is as full of love as his head is full of air when it comes to these things so he says “yeah i can see that more like eating for an entire army” and hanji has the most bruh look on their face “dude im literally pregnant”

and levi is FROZEN he is so frozen he’s about to whip out a fucking blonde wig and a sparkly blue dress and sing let it go

he’d probably snap out of it rather quickly tho without saying anything he just hugs hanji really tight as they start to cry bc holy shit they’re gonna be parents how are they going to survive this how are they going to handle taking care of another human when all they’ve known in their lives is pain and loss bc thats the survey corps for ya so yeah hanji is really freaking emotional poor bby

i feel like they’d be really, really happy after fully processing it, levi just strikes me as someone who’d want a family (see him looking at the woman and child in the uprising arc and being reminded of his mom) and hanji is like really good at taking care of others tbh they just never allowed themselves to even think about it because of their duty but now that it’s over and they’re finally together and happy, why not?

skipping through the pregnancy and birth shit because the topic kinda freaks me out a bit oops sorry 😔 all im gonna say is that they’re in for a cute surprise just think about it levi’s an abnormal hanji is an abnormal they are de facto abnormals so why not give them an “abnormal” (as in: uncommon, rare) pregnancy thingy and have hanji carry fucking TRIPLETS yes im definitely going there yall they wanted a baby?? COOL, THEY’RE GETTING 3

levi has a heart attack lmaooo but everything goes smoothly and now they’re the happy happy happy parents of 3 little girls who look so much like him but have hanji’s nose and eye shape and pretty eyelashes and MF 👏 IS 👏 WHIPPED 👏 just imagine levi waking up in the morning and seeing hanji playing with their babies and his heart is about to burst (and so is mine ngl) because he never thought he could feel so much love for someone in his life@@:%,%”@“””””...@@.@“% brb gonna cry for a sec

he’d spoil the shit out of them and when they’re a bit older they literally get away with EVERYTHING cause dadvi is physically incapable of resisting their puppy eyes that they got straight from hanji lol ANYWAY they’d be the best parents ever who love their children more than anything in the world and they live happily every after in their little house in the woods, also accidents happen again and they get surprised with baby number 4, a little boy that they name after erwin <33333 you’re welcome bye now i have to wipe away the copious amount of tears i shed while writing this

[hiimtryingtounderfell]

Fanart Monday!

I slowly go back to schedule. Feels nice c:

I have a lot of fanarts so let’s better get to it already xD

Fanart of the day by @deal-right!! Goddamn, someone’s eager for that date, right?? Poor Frisk x’D

More under the usual, now sexier-than-ever cut!

@blairchan231:  Have a cute Frisk ^3^ Hope you like it!

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OH JEEZE THIS MOVES!! Thanks a lot!! and it’s battle-like... <3333 wow. I love it!! Thanks a skele-ton, dear!!! Nice job!! <3

Rebecca:  Not sure if you’ll get this in time for Fanart Monday since I’m sending this so late, but whatever. I was messing around with the PaintTool Sai Demo and this happened, so I figured I might as well send it to you.

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Never late! For I am late too! Huehue <u<;; Welp! Thanks a lot for the drawing <3 Frisk looks adorable and hearty! Like the salmon! Get it? [I’ve been playing too much Zelda recently lord help me]

@scarletphoenix1: Fanart for you and your awesome blog! You’ve inspired me so much, so as thanks, if you like my fanart, I’ll gladly make more! ^_^But man, this took way too long to color XD Photoshop, y u do dis to me?

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Wow! Looks amazing!! Ghost Chara looks scary, that’s perfect <333 You flatter me! Good job <3 Also, Flowey looks like one of those deer heads hanging from a wall. I dunno, it just makes me laugh xD

@elisakou:  Hello Kaitogirl ! I hope you like this fanart of you that I did in traditional art on blue paper and I just wanted to say I love your comic and your art in general ! Hi from France ! ^^ ~elisakou ----

Oh! It’s a me! Kaito! Gotta love some traditional art <3 <3 Bonjour [or bonsoir [?]] to you, and thanks for the fanart! I love it!! ^^ <3

@ebkas: Here!

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There!! [?] Someone liked the strange thing that happened between Flowey and Sans, I see! I guess lots of people did x’D Thanks for the fanart, dear <333 Now, for drawing tips! The back of the skull should be rounder :D

@glitchedoutgamer:  I made your Underfell characters but Inverted Fate! I dunno what that’d be called- Twisted Fate? cx The Alphys is pretty dang bad but I dunno. Also sizes are irrelevant here. They’re just doodles ^^‘

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Pencil doodles!! Love <3 I don’t have a single idea about what Inverted Fate is, but I gotta say I really like how the characters came out! Papyrus’ clothes are the best. I should draw him with goggles... they look really cool! Thank you! ^^

@tacotimemc: I tried to submit this 4 times, so yeah.

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Yeah, I saw them all... You should wait if you see I’m not even posting the fanart monday thing, but it’s always good to send again if you want to make sure I received it! Thanks!

@loyaldarkness:  Whelp you asked for it so I did it. GENTLEMEN (and ladies) BEHOLD COLOR

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Yesss I remember you <3 I see you changed Athela’s name, good x’D She needs recognition <3333 Thanks for coloring it! You’re a cool dude <3

@floweyfanclubforkaito:  I haven’t draw in such a long time… ;-; But here!! :D a Fanart for Monday or Anyday cuz your special! :D

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Oh my, my fanclub [or flowey’s fanclub?] came to give me a skelebros fanart <333 thanks a ton!!! A skele-ton <u< [I made this joke twice already, knock it off Kaito]. The glows look neat! Sans scares me c’: Good job!! And thank you <33

@mykittysansy:  This is for u! Hope u like it! ^^

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The power of KAWAII compells me!!! Looks so cute <33333 I really appreciate the fanart! But for future references, please don’t put a collar to my Sans c’:

@e10-with-a-dot:  * The air is filled with smoke.

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DRUG ALERT. Are you implying that gerson sells drugs and that sans buys them??? THAT’S HILARIOUS LMAO. SANS DOESNT DO DRUGS AND GERSON DOESNT SELL THEM BUT OH LORD THIS IS HILARIOUSSDLAHSDKFAS x’DDDDD

Ah, why c’: It’s too funny, you get a rainbow star <33333 thanks for making me laugh! xD

@trusting-my-insanity:  Hello Skelemom! Okay, I’m being honest, I did this like so long ago and I did try to submit then but I think Tumblr ate it? Anyways here it is now!

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Hello, my child! Never fear, for I am here! To post your fanarts when you send them again because Tumblr ate them! And this one features Alpha Flowey! It’s so cute and deadly-looking <3 Thanks! Stay determined >:3c

@nxsuper:  i lost the complete copy and i can’t redraw it …….idk how but i hope you like this to

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Oops! I know the pain when you lose a drawing QuQ But at least you saved the overall thing, so that’s good! Thanks for taking the bother for me <33 you’re great!!

@dustycamera:  My horrible attempt at making a enraged flowey

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Pixel art!! To be honest, it’s quite difficult to tell if someone’s angry or not if the drawing lacks eyebrows. But the red eyes should do! You tried, and I appreciate your effort <333 Thanks for sending!

@venomlesscz :  Sending for the third time, third week - don’t know if it’ll reach you. I asked about it, but you didn’t respond. Probably, because you weren’t online, and it got lost in the abbys of forgotten asks. But no worries! I made this some time back, but i didn’t sent it in time, and then you didn’t post it, so i’m sending it again. Hope you like it :)

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Sorry about not responding! I was busy and I couldn’t get to check all my ask box. But as I told you later, because we did talk, I received all the fanarts. So now I post it, as I promised <3 Thanks for being patient, and for sending the fanart! I love it!! ^^

Phew. Those were all of them... I think. Unless Tumblr ate more fanarts. Tumblr loves to snack, doesn’t it <.< 

ANYWAY!!

Thank you all lovely people for sending the lovely art, and I hope to see you soon! On another fanart monday~