#lion-dance mask

[punk360]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN…

[advntzen]

not sure i like it, but here it be

[val-of-the-north]

Barong my beloved divine beast.

Rangda is also cool as fuck.

These ancient rivals shall battle forevermore.

[thistransient]

[gigginox]

divine beast dancing lion is incredibly cool

[lovely-showtimes]

i'm in a very vicious cycle of wanting to write more characters than just tsukasa/wxs all the time -> not feeling confident in my ability to write them in character -> not having enough motivation to go and read other events that arent just wxs ones

[karlachismylife]

Spot on the Mark || The Queen of the Clan pt.5

CW: fem!chubby!reader, mentions of animal marking/pasting, some piss mentioned again, dead animal mentioned (no descriptions).

A lot more work goes into a wildlife documentary than you thought. It was obvious that it’s not as simple as just grabbing good quality cameras and riding off into savannah blindly, but the amount of tricks and different ways to get enough shots for a compelling and educational storyline you’re learning about seems infinite: from studying animals’ trails and routes of migration to hauling senior operators up into the trees to film fluffy and feathered stars of the future documentary as up close as possible without disturbing their natural peace.

These people have done it time and time again, telling you about the months-long stakeouts on bigger productions, the ones that can afford to simply wait every day for an animal to come and do what the script requires; the masking of carefully placed hides that can still be not enough to trick a smart bird into thinking it was all alone and perform a beautiful mating dance; the difficult hikes that test everyone’s endurance and result in barely ten seconds of footage in the end cut. You can’t help but feel excited yet intimidated when your turn comes to participate in one such trick, intended to shorten the waiting time your smaller production just can’t afford.  It’s not that difficult, but it’s smart and elegant – at least in your opinion.

This is how you find yourself stuck in your Rover with Kir, wrapped in a small blanket for additional warmth, while he meddles with the sound equipment: speakers mounted on the hood of the car and a knot of wires connecting them to a laptop, screen covered up with a scarf to muffle its light. You’re holding your night vision camera pointed at a spot just several meters ahead, a fresh carcass placed under a tree to attract a carnivore, two more cameras planted at different angles on the ground and one more strapped to a branch right above the “dining table”.

A switch clicks, and the night fills with triumphant hyena whooping, a whole cacophony of different voices celebrating a kill. This is a dinner bell for lions – no matter what the public’s perception is, it’s often the big cats coming to steal hyenas’ fresh kills, not the other way around. You hold your breath, misty clouds of steam coming out of your mouth dissipating in the loud, poorly lit night. You wait.

Time doesn’t stretch as much as you would think. This isn’t a boring, monotonous wait of a text back in a stuffy big city apartment, the only “wildlife” sounds seeping through the closed windows – revving engines of nighttime dumbass street racers or neighbours yelling at each other over hysterically loud TV.

Compared to what you’re used to, savannah seems peaceful. Somewhere in the vast darkness big predators avoid each other’s paths, unwilling to start unnecessary fights. Grass rustles in a rhythmic pattern as little springhares jump through the night, stopping to glance at the huge, imposing shadow of a human car just once and continuing on their way. The wind breathes quietly and calmly with the cooling ground, welcoming a lively picture of a complex system, each part of which is perfectly in tune with others.

You feel like you could be a part of it – like it’s a place you can actually belong to, care for and be taken care of in return, unlike the constant hectic hostility of a city. They call it concrete jungles, but none of the brutal ways of nature you’ve witnessed in the wild so far can compare to the ruthless, pointless cruelty human kind inflicts on itself and everyone else.

There is a hopefulness inside you that was completely snuffed out previously, and it sounds like a smooth, lulling chirping of insects hidden in the wet grass.

Loud baboon yelling alerts you before you manage to clock any movement or hear an animal approaching your little spectacle. Insane luck. Before gluing yourself to the camera, you glance at the time and it’s barely an hour after you put the recording on – it’s hard to contain your excitement, but you manage to keep your hands steady as you scope the area in search of your guest. Kir shifts in his seat next to you, picking up his simple night vision binoculars and following the same trajectory as your camera lens.

When you see a distinctive hunched silhouette sniffing at the bait, you almost feel the tiniest bit of disappointment – no lions today, huh? – that quickly gets replaced with surprise.

The hyena doesn’t even touch the food you placed to lure animals in and turns its back on it, instead staring straight at you and Kir. Its ears twitch, clearly determining the direction where other hyenas’ noises are coming from, and slowly, almost leisurely, it moves towards you.

“It’s coming here, Kir,” you whisper, still keeping the camera rolling, too fascinated with the elegance of each silent step the huge, dark form with devilishly glowing eyes in your night vision tape takes. “Didn’t even try the meat… what do we do?”

“Ah, shit, that’s a first one.” He sounds more surprised than concerned, and after a moment of hesitation, reaches out to turn the luring sounds off. “Maybe it’s already killed and got territorial? Worst case scenario, we just scare it away. You getting the footage?”

“I… am, yeah… it’s pretty.” Somehow you aren’t even surprised anymore, when the hyena ignores the fact that the calls of its peers or more likely rivals stop abruptly – there’s something deeply wrong with them here, you decide, too much human contact or something. Maybe these ones were released from the sanctuary? But no one in their right mind would let such domesticated animals back into the wild, right?

While the myriad of possibilities swarms your mind, the camera keeps recording, and you, quite well-trained already, don’t even seem to realize that you’re following the hyena’s steps, turning the camera more and more to the side as the animal approaches your Rover. Wait-

“Tsk, hold up!” Kir’s hand hooks into your back belt loop and pulls you slightly back into the car. When did you even stand up to lean over the car door? “Let’s not diversify its diet today with soft city cookies, alright?”

“Sorry, sorry,” you whisper, sitting back down. For a moment – just a moment – you lose the animal out of sight while you pull your pants back up, and the next thing you know it’s already right in front of you.

Standing on its short hind legs and resting front paws on the car side to lean inside.

A big snout shoved almost into your face, coming into your darkness-shortened sight out of nowhere, is bound to freak you out – you drop your camera, luckily catching it in your lap, and pull back, pressing your back into Kir, who can only grunt quietly under the sudden weight and grip your shoulders protectively.

The hyena just snorts and tilts is head adorably, a soft, almost reproachful look in its bit wet eyes reflecting every little light on the car’s dashboard and your equipment. There’s something familiar to this slender, elegant snout, nodding in the air as the big nose takes in your scent, toned down by the contrasting savannah night cold.

“Chocolate?.. Is that you?” It’s a wild guess, honestly – you can’t see shit without your camera, only able to notice the hyena’s movements by the wet glistening of its eyes, nose and lips, and even through the night vision equipment you weren’t able to determine your guest’s colour – something that would definitely help distinguish Chocolate from any other hyenas; you doubt there are any others, who are already this big and grown up, yet still carry their childish dark brown hide. Maybe Chocolate is a melanistic variant? You’ve never heard of such mutations in spotted hyenas, but it’s not like you specialize in them, right?

A soft grunt tears through your thoughts again, a non-threatening pitch that almost sounds like purring – along with the repeated scratching of its claws on the steel side of your Rover, Chocolate seems like a cat more than anything. A huge, maned cat asking to be let inside.

“No-no-no, buddy, you’re not coming into the car. It’s humans only.” You try to sound stern – it seems to work on these animals, but it’s so damn hard, when your visitor whines quietly and flutters its rounded ears, staring at you hypnotically. “Come on, there’s food. Look!”

A nod in the direction of the carcass, attracting no one but some flies it seems, has no effect on the hyena. When you pretend to throw something there, Chocolate giggles quietly and lowers itself back on the ground – but when it realizes you won’t be throwing any of your real possessions for it to chase after, it stands up against, reaching its long, thick-furred neck to breathe a hot, steamy snort into your face.

And just like that, after you blink at the pretty muzzle in disbelief, trying to find an appropriate way to react to a wild, dangerous animal almost sneezing in your face, it leaves to inspect your car.

For a moment, you worry it’ll try and jump inside from the back, but it seems to have lost any interest to join a party it wasn’t invited to. Slowly, you scramble back into your seat, relieving Kir of your weight and earning a supportive pat on the back from him, and pick up your camera to watch Chocolate.

“What’s it doing?” Kir’s whisper suddenly elicits more of a reaction from the hyena than any of your stern talking – it lifts its head from the tire it was sniffing at and scowls, a striking killer smile flashing in your direction. Seeing its sharp canines nestled in the massive jaws makes a cold shiver run down your spine. This just was right in front of your face with nothing to protect you against a sudden attack.

“Shh, quiet… don’t agitate it,” you whisper back as soon as you manage to swallow the snowball-like lump in your throat. Kir shuts up, clearly a full-on believer in your hyena whisperer abilities now, and you watch on as Chocolate lowers its cute head back, sniffing and pawing at your tire.

After several minutes of looking between you and the wheel, sniffs and huffs growing more and more impatient and exasperated, it gives up on whatever it was trying to tell you – you could swear it rolls its eyes too! – and circles your car, flicking the fluffy brush on the end of its tail in what you can only assume to be a goodbye.

You’re wrong. A real goodbye is left a few meters away from the Rover on Kir’s side. Your curious night visitor stops abruptly, sniffs the air, tilting its head so far back that it almost rests on its shoulder blades, and then, without a warning – what warning could you expect though? – it crouches down to paste over a particular spot in the tall grass.

“Is that?..” – “Yes.” You tear yourself away from the camera to glance at Kir, just in time to see him sigh heavily and put his binoculars down, rubbing his hand down his face painted with disbelief, eyebrows raised high and lips pressed together. You’re still not sure – even though little snickers already start escaping your throat and roll down your nose in sweet snorts – so you pry again: “The spot where you went to-“ – “Yes.”

Even the need to hold your camera still to capture Chocolate marking its territory with a thick smelly paste smeared all over the grass Kir went to pee in several hours ago can’t prevent you from giggling. Anxious about scaring the animal and provoking it, you cover your own mouth and keep filming – eyes on the little black and white picture just in time to see Chocolate shake its plush butt, tail high up to assert dominance, and turn to look at you.

Or, perhaps, to look at Kir.

“Okay, okay, got it, no pissing on your territory. Jeez, buddy, no need to be so petty about it, I probably live here as long as you do.” Hearing Kir mutter under his nose as he gets stared down by a proud carnivore is hilarious.

“You disrespected it. What’s it like, to have a sworn enemy because of your bladder?” Your little giggles elicit two smiles at the same time – an embarrassed one from Kir, who threatens to snore into your ear directly once you wrap up this nightly stakeout, and another wide, toothy one from Chocolate.

You can’t be sure with the blurry image your camera shows you, but you once again feel like it winks at you. How likely is it for this hyena to have some eye problems that cause it to constantly dish out the flirtiest winks an animal is capable of?

“Oh, look, it’s leaving,” Kir finally turns away from the direction Chocolate left in, and just scoffs when you hear distant whooping slowly pick up in frequency before it disappears into the night. “Wanna try with the record again? I’m not sure we will attract anyone if there are actual hyenas around, though.”

“No, no, let’s try again,” you’re fully energized despite your arms feeling cold because the blanket slipped off your shoulders when you got spooked by Chocolate. Kir pulls it back up, wrapping you in a warm cocoon, and rubs your shoulder absentmindedly while he rewinds the recording and tries slightly different settings. “Maybe we’ll attract Stinky at least, these two seem to be buddies.”

“Yeah, right,” he responds, wrapping his own jacket tighter around himself. “Because that little shit will cause less chaos that the one we just saw.”

You can’t argue with that. If that was Stinky that came to the false call, it would have definitely jumped into the back of your Rover.

“At least that’s some good footage to post online. They’re cute. Will be good promo for the documentary.”

Kir grumbles something into the warm thermos, steam clouding the air between you, and hands it to you – to warm both your hands and your whole body from the inside.

Even if you don’t catch a lion tonight, you still caught something precious – right in your heart. You just have to find a way to define it properly.

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Comrades, I think I'm too deep in this now, I started watching documentaries about filming documentaries, the docuseption is coming for me...

[novaursa]

Fire and Gold (the consequences)

- Summary: Rhaegar chooses you over her. And Ceresi never forgives you for it.

- Paring: sister!reader/Rhaegar Targaryen

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: 1

- Next part: 3

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @lightdragonrayne

- A/N: This is the last story for today.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep is silent, an oppressive stillness weighing on the air. Dread crackles like a storm about to break as King Aerys II Targaryen, known to many now as the Mad King, sits upon the Iron Throne. His fingers, thin and white as bone, drum restlessly on the armrests, the sound echoing through the chamber like the ticking of a clock counting down to catastrophe.

The hall is empty save for a few trusted guards and the towering presence of Tywin Lannister, who stands at the foot of the throne with his head held high, his face an inscrutable mask. It is a rare sight to see him without his customary calm, but even he knows the volatility of the man before him.

“You dared to think your lioness could strike my blood, my daughter, and there would be no retribution?” Aerys’ voice is soft, almost gentle, but it carries a terrible menace. The flames of the torches lining the walls flicker, casting shadows that seem to dance with the madness in his eyes. “Your precious daughter dared to lay hands upon my Y/N. My most beloved child.”

Tywin’s face remains impassive, though you can see the faintest tension in his jaw. “Your Grace, there must be some misunderstanding. Cersei—”

“Misunderstanding?” Aerys’ voice rises sharply, and he stands, the movement sudden and jerky. His robes billow around him like the wings of a dragon. “Do you take me for a fool, Tywin? My daughter returns from your encampment cut, shaken. My Y/N, who has never known such disgrace, such insult!”

Tywin’s green eyes meet the king’s blazing violet ones. “Your Grace, if there has been an offense, I assure you it was unintended. Cersei—”

Aerys’ laughter rings through the hall, a high, grating sound that sends a shiver down the spine of every man present. “Unintended, he says! The Hand of the King claims his daughter’s treachery was unintended. She openly shamed my daughter before the eyes of our people. Your daughter, who has been nothing but a viper in this court, tried to poison the hearts of our subjects against their rightful queen!”

The Mad King steps down from the throne, his gaze never leaving Tywin. The guards stiffen but do not move, knowing better than to interfere. “You think your children are safe because you are my Hand? Because you have served me well in the past?” He leans forward, eyes glittering with a wild light. “I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms, Tywin. I could order Cersei to be burned alive and no one would dare stop me. I could burn your golden boy Jaime as well, see how well your lions roar then.”

Tywin’s composure does not falter, but a muscle twitches in his cheek. “Your Grace, I beg you to consider—”

“Consider?” Aerys hisses, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “I have considered. You think yourself so high, Tywin. So far above us all, above your king. But you are nothing without me. Nothing! You swore to protect my family, to serve the realm. And now, your blood turns against mine.”

He straightens, drawing himself up to his full, regal height, his presence a blazing fury. “I strip you of your title as Hand of the King. You will leave this court immediately and take your poisonous brood with you.”

Tywin’s eyes narrow, the only sign of his anger. “Your Grace, I have served the realm faithfully for—”

Aerys cuts him off with a savage gesture. “For too long! Too long have you schemed and plotted under my nose. Did you think I would not notice, Tywin? That I would not see your ambition, your pride?” He leans forward, his face a mask of twisted rage. “I see everything. I know everything. And I will not have it.”

The King’s voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “If your daughter so much as breathes near my Y/N again, if she dares to touch a hair on her head, I will burn her alive. I will burn you all. The lions of Casterly Rock will be nothing but ash.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. Tywin stands there, a statue of marble and iron, the weight of the King’s words settling on his shoulders. But he does not bow, does not flinch.

“As you command, Your Grace,” Tywin finally says, his voice steady. “We will leave the capital at once.”

Aerys’ eyes gleam with triumph. “Good. Go back to your Rock, Tywin. And remember this day. Remember what happens when you think to cross a dragon.”

With that, he turns away, dismissing Tywin as if he were nothing more than a bothersome fly. The former Hand of the King bows, a shallow, mocking dip of his head, before turning on his heel and striding from the hall. His back is rigid, unyielding, but you can sense the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

As the heavy doors close behind Tywin, Aerys slumps back onto the Iron Throne, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The madness in his eyes dims, replaced by a strange, almost childlike weariness. He leans his head back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling, a smile curling his lips.

“My daughter,” he murmurs to the empty hall. “No one will ever harm you. Not while I am king.”

But even as he speaks, you know that this is only the beginning. The wolves are circling, the lions crouched in the shadows, and the dragons? The dragons are restless, their flames licking at the bonds of peace that have held the realm together for so long.

And now, with Tywin Lannister cast down, those bonds threaten to shatter.

Storm’s End looms ahead, its ancient walls stark against the darkening sky. Tywin Lannister rides through the gates, his face as hard and unforgiving as the stone fortress that now houses his daughter. His entourage is small—just a handful of guards and his most trusted men. He has no intention of lingering here longer than necessary. He has come for one reason, and one reason alone.

As Tywin dismounts, his cold green eyes scan the courtyard. Servants scatter like frightened mice, aware of the tempest in his gaze. He strides purposefully toward the main hall, his boots striking the ground with a grim, unyielding rhythm. He does not slow his pace as the great doors swing open, revealing the grand chamber within.

Cersei stands at the center of the hall, her posture rigid, her face a mask of defiance and fear. She is dressed in her finest gown, a deep crimson that mirrors the color of Lannister pride, but the color does little to hide the trepidation in her eyes. She knows her father’s wrath is like a storm—merciless, relentless. And today, she is caught in its path.

“Father,” she greets him, her voice steady, though there is a tremor beneath it.

Tywin does not acknowledge her words. He looks past her, dismissing her greeting as if she were nothing more than a child who had disappointed him. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on Robert Baratheon, who lounges on his lord’s chair, a goblet of wine in hand. Robert’s eyes narrow as Tywin approaches, but there is no welcome in his expression.

“Lord Tywin,” Robert says, his voice slurring slightly. He shifts in his seat, a smirk playing at his lips. “Come to collect your troublesome daughter, have you?”

Tywin’s eyes, icy and penetrating, fix on Robert. “This matter does not concern you, Baratheon.” His voice is cold, precise, each word sharp as a dagger. “Leave us.”

Robert’s smirk falters. He glances at Cersei, who stands silent and still, and then back at Tywin. For a moment, he looks as if he might argue, but something in Tywin’s gaze—something deadly—makes him think better of it. He pushes himself up from his chair with a grunt and stumbles toward the door.

“Whatever,” he mutters, waving a hand dismissively. “Handle your family, Lannister. I’ve had enough of this.”

The doors close behind him with a heavy thud, and the hall falls into a silence so deep it seems to swallow every breath, every heartbeat.

Tywin turns his full attention to Cersei. The fury in his eyes is a burning, unyielding force, and she feels the weight of it like a physical blow. She straightens, lifting her chin, trying to summon her usual haughty confidence, but it feels brittle, fragile, in the face of his wrath.

“You dare,” Tywin begins, his voice a deadly whisper, “to jeopardize everything I have built, everything I have planned, for your petty pride? Do you have any idea what you have done?”

Cersei’s mouth opens, a protest ready on her lips, but Tywin’s hand lashes out, striking the table beside her with such force that she flinches. The sound echoes through the hall, a harsh, jarring noise that sets her nerves on edge.

“You drew dragon blood,” Tywin continues, his voice rising, each word a thunderclap. “Do you think that means nothing? Do you think you can strike at the heart of House Targaryen and there will be no consequences?”

“Father, I—”

“Silence!” His roar shakes the very walls, and she falls silent, her heart pounding in her chest. Never, not even in her childhood, has she seen him like this. The cold, controlled fury she is used to, but this—this is something else. This is rage stripped of all restraint, all reason.

“You have put our house in peril,” Tywin hisses, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “The Mad King threatened to burn you, Cersei. To burn Jaime. Do you think I will allow you to destroy everything I have worked for?”

Her defiance crumbles, the words she wants to say dying in her throat. “I—”

“You,” he spits, cutting her off, “are a foolish, reckless girl. You think yourself a queen, a lioness. But all you’ve done is make us vulnerable.” His voice drops to a dangerous whisper, every word enunciated with chilling clarity. “You forget yourself, Cersei. You forget your place. You forget that your actions reflect not only on you but on all of us.”

Her pride, her vanity, have always been her armor. But now, under the force of her father’s anger, it shatters. Tears sting her eyes, and she blinks them back, refusing to show that weakness. But he sees, of course. Tywin sees everything.

“You will not defy me again,” he says, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. “You will remember who you are and what you owe this family. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Father,” she whispers, hating the quiver in her voice, hating the way he makes her feel—small, insignificant.

Tywin’s gaze holds hers, his eyes as cold and unfeeling as the stone walls around them. “You will return to Casterly Rock. You will stay there until I say otherwise. You will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Father,” she repeats, her voice barely audible.

“Good.” He steps back, the distance between them a chasm she cannot cross. “Remember, Cersei. The only reason you are still alive is because I will not allow House Lannister to be destroyed by your stupidity.”

She flinches at the harshness of his words, but she nods, holding her head high despite the tears that threaten to spill over. He looks at her one last time, his gaze filled with cold contempt, before turning and walking out of the hall, leaving her standing there, alone and broken.

The doors close behind him, and she sags against the table, her hands gripping the edge as if it is the only thing keeping her upright. She feels the rage burning inside her, mingling with the pain and humiliation. How dare he speak to her like that, treat her like a child?

But she knows, deep down, that her father is right. She has overstepped, has endangered everything. And now she will have to live with the consequences of her actions. She will have to endure the punishment he has decreed.

But as she stands there, trembling with the effort of holding herself together, she vows that one day, she will make them all pay. Tywin, Rhaegar, the Targaryen whore who has taken everything she wanted—one day, they will all suffer as she has suffered.

One day, the lioness will roar again.

The chamber is filled with the sweet scent of lavender and the faint, sterile tang of healing herbs. Soft light filters through the high windows, casting gentle shadows on the stone walls. You sit on the edge of the bed, the cold air brushing against your bare skin as Grand Maester Pycelle carefully unwinds the bandage from your side.

“Almost done, Your Grace,” Pycelle murmurs, his voice trembling slightly with age. He peers at the now-healed cut, his expression one of clinical detachment. “The wound has healed well, though the scar will remain.”

You nod, your eyes not on the maester but on Rhaegar. He stands nearby, his gaze locked on you with a mix of concern and anger that he has not yet managed to let go. His silver hair, caught in the afternoon light, seems almost ethereal, and his violet eyes soften as they meet yours.

“I should have been there,” he says, his voice low, filled with regret. He steps closer, his presence a comforting warmth against the chill in the room. “I should have protected you.”

You reach out, your fingers brushing his hand in a reassuring gesture. “You couldn’t have known, Rhaegar. Cersei’s malice was not your fault.”

Pycelle finishes his work, dabbing a final bit of ointment over the scarred flesh. “You must continue to rest, Princess,” he advises, though his eyes flick nervously between you and Rhaegar. “And avoid any strenuous activity.”

You nod absentmindedly, your attention still on Rhaegar. “Thank you, Grand Maester.”

Pycelle bows deeply and shuffles out of the room, leaving you alone with Rhaegar. He moves closer, his fingers gently tracing the scar that mars your skin, the touch as light as a feather. You can feel the anger simmering beneath his gentle exterior, the barely contained fury at what has been done to you.

“I hate that this happened to you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You should never have had to suffer such a thing.”

His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes. “I’m still here, Rhaegar. A scar is just a mark. It doesn’t change who I am.”

“But it shouldn’t have happened at all.” His tone is fierce, and you open your eyes to see the torment etched in his features. “I failed you, Y/N. I let that woman hurt you.”

You shake your head, taking his hand in yours and pressing it to your lips. “You didn’t fail me. You saved me by standing with me, by being here now. You are my strength, Rhaegar.”

He exhales shakily, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you,” he breathes, the words a soft vow. “More than anything. More than life itself.”

You smile, your heart swelling with warmth despite the pain and the memories that linger. “And I love you. We’ve faced worse than this, haven’t we?”

His lips curve into a small, rueful smile. “We have.” He lifts your hand, his lips brushing across your knuckles. “But I swear, no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I still draw breath.”

There’s a fierceness in his voice that sends a shiver down your spine, and you know he means every word. You pull him closer, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bury your face against his shoulder. His embrace is strong, protective, and you feel the tension in his body, the barely suppressed urge to take revenge for what has been done to you.

“I don’t care about the scar,” you murmur against his neck. “I’m just glad to be here with you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze searching your face. “You are the strongest person I know,” he says softly, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. “Stronger than I could ever be.”

You smile, a quiet, private smile meant only for him. “I’m strong because I have you.”

His expression softens, the anger fading as he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It’s not the fierce passion that sometimes flares between you, but something deeper, a promise of love and devotion that will withstand any storm.

When he pulls away, his hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Rest now,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

You nod, feeling the exhaustion finally catching up with you. He helps you lie back, his hands gentle as he adjusts the blankets around you. His presence is a calming, steady anchor, and as your eyes drift shut, you know that whatever comes, whatever challenges you still have to face, you will not face them alone.

Rhaegar presses one last kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there, as if to imprint his love and protection onto your very skin. “Sleep, my love,” he whispers, his voice a soft caress. “I’ll guard your dreams.”

[melodymunson]

Older rockstar Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x fem reader- heavy metal lovers

Headcanons rockstar older Steddie x younger goth/punk reader. Reader is close to mid-20s and Steve/Eddie is middle-aged in their young 40s. Includes how reader met them through being a peep show performer.

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-Steve has a punk band called Hawkins Rebels and plays the bass guitar.

-You first saw Steve and Eddie at a car wash. In your bikini, you washed their tour vehicles for them. When they found out you were a fan, they put you on their guest list for their upcoming show.

-On tour for Steve's birthday, his big 4-0 Eddie suggested they go to a peep show in Los Angeles, California. The tour kicked off on the West Coast, but they were in town for three nights.

-At the peep show of all the ladies Steve and Eddie could get to entertain them it was you.

-Your outfit was all black, latex, and it included gloves, a jacket, and a dress. Underneath you had on lacy black lingerie.

-The whole strip tease made them so aroused and they couldn't hold back their erections or excitement. By the end of the night, you had them wrapped around your finger.

-Even though you had no idea who they were they ended up being big tippers. There was so much about you that turned them on but your eyes especially were your main asset and stood out to them.

-You were their dream girl and they had to have you. They planned to come back another night and make their presence known to you.

-There was no touching during the peep shows unless you were able to have the watchers reveal themselves and they planned that for another time. The aura of mystery would just have to be that way… for now.

-Your dancing was sensational and they agreed the only girl they wanted to see dance was you from now on.

-Corroded Coffin and Hawkins Rebels would tour together and that's how you would formally meet Steve and Eddie.

-At your first show of theirs you would wear all black, leather, spikes, and platform boots.

-Despite playing hard to get when the other fans/groupies of the bands would throw their bras and underwear/thongs onstage or flash them you were different.

-Even though they were now older Steve and Eddie loved to still wear leather and rock out all night long with parties on the tour buses. Usually, they would share one tour bus and invite groupies on.

-Steve gave you your first vip backstage pass and after the show, you met them in the green room.

-Eddie had made sure to have a wide variety of snacks and drinks to choose from. He still loved beer and so did Steve while you opted for a margarita.

-Backstage you had a good time on your first official night with them. They made sure you had all the food and drinks you wanted on them. The cost didn't matter.

-Just having you backstage with them made Steve and Eddie happy enough. You weren't like other fans and they had the utmost respect for you.

-Being backstage you had the best time as they sang a duet together and did some songs acoustic covers and originals and only your very favorite songs.

-Eddie had more tattoos now including a grim reaper on his back, an upside-down cross on his leg, and a Baphomet on the back of his neck.

-Steve even got some tattoos including a skull on his shoulder, a nail bat on his arm, a lion tattoo on his upper thigh, and a King crown on his hip.

-Steve had eyebrow, lip, and nose piercings whereas Eddie had a tongue, dick frenulum piercing, and nipple piercings.

-They knew your name as a peep show dancer and requested you by name on their second visit. This time you were wearing something different. A catsuit complete with ears and tail and a lacy cat mask to match.

-When the time was right and you had put on your dance for them practically naked now they revealed themselves through the glass partition.

-Finding out they were there watching you was a shock but not completely. Steve and Eddie made sure to assure you they had good intentions.

-Still, despite this, you wanted to finish dancing for them and put on a hot show.

-When you got to talking after they explained they had been there before nights earlier but would be in town again soon.

-The best part about being with your rockstar heroes was their sweet demeanor and how they could talk for hours about anything and everything. You were so comfortable around them.

-Even though you had a job as a peep show performer, they offered you the chance to go on tour with them. Of course, you said yes. You ended up being their band photographer and merch girl for a tour.

-Being on their tour bus was so much fun and you had the back bunk with them the best and largest one on the bus. You would be the little spoon in between.

-Rockstar life could be hectic but it could be fun too. You had the best days with them and there was always a fun party to be had after playing the shows.

-You loved to go out to a local place in every city to get something to eat whether it be pizza, burgers, or a native cuisine from whichever place it was with them.

-There was so much to do on days off like go to the beach or shopping and see the local sights. New York was especially fun and California.

-Before you came along they had a wide selection of pornos on the tour bus but with you no they no longer needed them.

-When they did have porn movies on the tour bus Eddie and Steve had DVDs of their favorite stars. Eddies favorites are Joanna Angel, Jessie Lee, Small Hands, Nikki Hearts, and Liz Vicious. Steve's favorites are Riley Reid, Annabelle Peaks, Chloe Cherry, Tori Black, and Jenna Haze.

-Eddie and Steve's music taste is similar and they love metal. Older Eddie loves Metallica still, and bands like Judas Priest, Dio, and Iron Maiden. The newer bands he loves are Lamb Of God, Municipal Waste, Dethklok, and Gojira. Steve loved synth wave and new wave growing up but when he's older partly because of Eddie introducing him to the hard rock/metal world he now loves Linkin Park, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Alice In Chains, Korn, and Radiohead.

-When not touring with Hawkins Rebels, Corroded Coffin mainly tours with other metal and some punk bands names big and small like Slayer, The Misfits, Doyle, Testament, Suicidal Tendencies, Danzig, Children of Bodom, Opeth, and Napalm Death.

-When Steve's band isn't touring with Corroded Coffin they play with bands like Motorhead, Sixx AM, Alice Cooper, Alice In Chains, and Deftones.

-Modern-day rockstar Eddie has comfort shows and movies to watch on tour. Some of his top favorites are That 70s Show, that 90s Show, Trailer Park Boys, Beavis And Butthead, Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Sons of Anarchy, and Freaks & Geeks. For movies 90s and early 2000s Adam Sandler films, Stephen King adaptations, Evil Dead, Fight Club, and John Wick.

-For Steve on the road he loves Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Breaking Bad, The Last of Us, and Dexter. For movies The Matrix, The Crow, Bill & Ted, Batman, and Deadpool.

-It didn't take long before you were their devoted girlfriend and they were your loyal partners.

-That didn't stop the occasional fun with other people though. You would have your fair share of partners you enjoyed together.

-There would be random hookups but then there were women who were the exceptions. Ones you could have fun with whenever you came to their city/state or nearby state.

-Most often you would have one-night stands with Steve, Eddie, and a girl or guy of your choice.

-Orgies weren't as common but still happen and the women who go to them were all very pleased.

-Once in a blue moon you would have a gang bang with Corroded Coffin and Hawkins Rebels.

-Nothing could compare though to the mind-blowing sex with Eddie and Steve and your threesomes.

-Mostly you would be the center of attention-getting fucked by them and other times you would watch Steve and Eddie get each other off.

-Wanting to do something different at times on tour you would use a glory hole in the bathroom to take turns sucking them off.

-At concerts, you watch the side stage and bring friends/family sometimes.

-Eddie teaches you guitar and Steve bass so you can perform sometimes with them and play a few songs.

-While they are away on tour you face time/skype every chance you get. They love it especially when you put on strip shows for them.

-When you go on cam they love to mutually masturbate with you and talk dirty for hours and hours on end.

-The same thing is true for phone sex. They love to get off just by listening to your voice and edging.

-You send them the sexiest snapshots/polaroids while they are on tour and the best videos getting off. Sometimes just cute or romantic messages and they love it all.

-When Eddie is home from the tour but Steve is touring you and Eddie will send him videos of having sex and even having sex with Eddie dominating you as Steve watches and gets off.

-When Eddie is on tour Steve is with you being the ultimate dom and even giving Eddie commands through the phone or Facetime.

-You make sure to pack your panties (multiple pairs) and some bras for them on tour so they can smell your scent and always have it.

-They even put the lotion you use on their pillow case and have your perfume in bottles so they can smell it and think of you.

-They fly you out to random dates on tour even in other countries. Italy, Sweden, and France are some of the best places to see them.

-Eventually, you get matching tattoos of a black heart and an infinity symbol with flames.

-For a new album cover Corroded Coffin has you and Eddie pose for it scantily clad with guitars.

-With the Hawkins Rebels you do a music video with you and some other girls dressed up like devils.

-You record a special song with Corroded Coffin doing some vocals and moans for a song on the album Eddie wrote about you called 'My Rocker Queen.'

-In the recording studio you are their biggest inspiration and they make sure you always have the best view.

-For a magazine cover you pose with them for a Halloween issue in costumes. Eddie as a vampire, Steve as a werewolf, and you as Elvira.

-At the end of their shows you would throw out black roses to members of the audience.

-Steve would love to ride motorcycles and take you with him with no set destination.

-Eddie loves to watch the sunset with you and play acoustic guitar, especially at the beach. Sometimes Steve would also go and play guitar at the beach with you.

-Steve and Eddie love it when you paint their nails for them. They mainly like black nail polish and dark colors.

-While Eddie wears a lot of leather, especially black leather and ripped jeans, Steve loves traditional denim.

-They usually style their hair or help each other but love your touch and you helping them with hairstyling.

-You get matching tattoos with them of infinity symbols with flame hearts on your inner wrists.

-Eventually, you stop doing peep shows and being a performer and start to work as a photographer and work for a rock/metal magazine.

-You do only fans sometimes and have solo videos, cosplaying ones, and of course ones with your 2 men. Sometimes you will get between 1 and 3 other girls to join and those videos are your fan's favorites.

-When they are gone and you are stuck at home you sometimes get girls to have fun with. As long as you record your encounter they have no problem with it. They love getting off watching it, especially when you live stream it for them.

-Other times when they are gone on tour and you are alone at home you have Billy over and he satisfies your every desire. It was Eddie's idea originally to have you give Billy a chance.

-When they get back from tour you have the hottest foursomes and Billy loves to be watched.

-Billy eventually became the tour bus driver and roadie.

-What happened on the tour bus stayed on the tour bus. Groupies came and went but Steve, Eddie, and you were long-term.

-Sometimes you would invite groupies backstage. It was a nice feeling of power being able to pick them out. They always trusted your judgment and you picked out some of the hottest girls.

-For favorite positions, Eddie loves 69, reverse cowgirl, and doggy style. He can't get enough of playing with toys either like fleshlights, vibrators, butt plugs, and dildos.

-As for Steve he has a huge breeding kink and daddy kink, and his favorite positions include cowgirl, reverse missionary, flat iron, and toys like cock rings, double dildos, and anal beads.

-They love to use a remote-controlled vibrating app on you controlling all the settings and making you beg for it. Also, they use it in sometimes awkward places but they love to tease and please their favorite girl.

-Ropes, floggers, whips, and spreader bars are just some of their favorites to use along with blindfolds for bedroom kink/fun.

-They both love fleshlights and get a custom-molded one of your pussy.

-On their off days of tour they would explore the sites. Their favorite places to visit were Niagara Falls, the Grand Canyon, the Empire State Building, the Alamo, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Statue of Liberty.

-Overseas and across the pond they have favorite spots as well on tour. The Arche De Triomphe, Trevi Fountain, Eiffel Tower, Devil's Bridge, Swiss Alps, and the Fjords in Norway.

-In the United Kingdom they love the Tower of London, Trafalgar Square, Lochness, and Liverpool.

-You do a bit of urbex exploring with them too. The best places to go explore were abandoned amusement parks including Discovery Island (Disney World urbex park), a Ghost town in the sky, and Jungle Island. In the UK a former Pink Floyd recording studio in England.

-Steve would always be the mother-like figure making sure the best snacks and food were loaded on the bus whereas Eddie would make sure to have the best stash on hand, especially weed.

-After most shows, they would be signing autographs and taking selfies for their fans. They would mainly sign breasts and asses but they loved it.

-For a playgirl issue Eddie graced the cover bearing all with his warlock guitar. He had the hottest pictures and interviews in the magazine even mentioning you as his lover. It was the most bought issue of the magazine.

-Steve had a cover spread for Rolling Stone shirtless and with his bass guitar. The cover story and interview were all about his music of course but also his biggest muse which was you.

-On the bus, they would play games like Dungeons and Dragons, darts, and mini 8-ball pool. When they weren't gaming, watching movies/shows, sleeping, eating, or having sex, they would be practicing songs and writing new stuff.

-Eventually, you get some pets together including a black labrador retriever (a rescue) named Lightning and a Siamese kitten named Silver.

-Touring was fun with them and like a vacation. One place they didn't get to play but loved to visit was Hawaii especially Maui, the Big Island, and Oahu.

-Steve and Eddie were happy you were theirs. One day they decided to make that official and you got hitched at the wedding chapel in Maui on the road to Hana. You married Steve legally but considered Eddie your other husband.

-Your honeymoon was nothing short of amazing and you spent it island hopping. There were so many spectacular sights to see. The beaches were otherworldly and the food especially the fresh seafood and sushi was incomparable to food like it anywhere else.

-Finally one day New York recognized rights for plural/poly couples and you married them again in a ceremony with close friends and family/relatives in attendance.

-You still did fun and kinky things on tour. They made sure you were satisfied in every way possible and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[callmecrazy4u2]

HSR Version: Your Yandere Likes you in his colors..Aventurine, Ratio, More to come

Anonymous gifts at your door pile up. Who do you choose?

"Don't protest dear these clothes look wonderful on you darling"

A Cheshire cat he smiles satisfied he had dressed you in his colors to claim you.

Aventurine- green gold teal- Possessive! Peacock!Yandere

Aventurine is sure to shower his love with clothes in a Jewelike tone that matches his eyes and his own flamboyant attire. The first his gloves he slips off or perhaps his coat seeing you pathetic thing shaking in the cold.

Aventurine laughs off any protests "You look cold my dear and you pull off those colors quite well"

Pehrs he'll take it further and wrap you in his coat only to give you one like his own later as he enjoyed seeing you in his quite a lot. His mind drifts to other scenarios you might be in his clothes for....

A signature feather caught up in a headband. For a party a speakeasy-style "Sweetie just loosen up lets enjoy the parties in penaconys" as with wink escort to 90s bar in Penacony for some swing dancing.

Lastly, the Gift that binds you as his: A large jeweled necklace a mimicry of his own Aventurine stonearound your neck. The right noose for the stone of trickery to hang on your pretty neck to stake his claim.

owl mask pin - Dr. Ratio - blue gold - Always right taskmaster teacher

For better or worse you managed to reach the standard of the intellgentisua guild and your proctor why Dr. Ratio whos sharp eye always seemed to watch you in class analyzing your every move.

Dr.Ratio would start out simple maybe a owl bookmark to "keep you reading to avoid falling into ignorance and idiocy" his eyes on you as a new member of the intelligencia guild tasked to mentor you.

To supervise your effort though with your clumsiness he wonders how you had tripped into the elite group. Eventually, upon watching you he believes your hard work can make up for any lack of talent.

Dr. Ratio just wanted to teach you to do it right and "You need the right materials to succeed" Dr. Ratio says as you press upon you another a expensive gift a ink well owl feather pen. Though unaware of the value if you break it he can find some way for you to make it up to him.....

"Congratulations somehow you passed the intellgenstia's passed rigous exam" Dr. Ratio drawls earning your a rare smile from him

Dr.Ratio pins the ceremonial owl pin on your robe similar to his "As every graduate has" he calmly tells you.

secretly Yandere!Dr Ratio just wanted you to match clothing

Dr. Ratio leans in to pin the medal he instructs you to see him later for extra lessons....

More concepts to come

Gift - HSR guy- color theme- type of yandere

lion choker -Jing Yuan - smothering delusional yandere

sword hairpin- blade- dangerous yandere

dragon bracelet -dan heng/danfeng- protective yandere

dove ring- Sunday- controlling yandere

-singer at a show on stage fall for robin rival while staking her out and capture her in work contract to sing only for him

[chatsukimi]

eternal: ten cursed fingers, born from the flame

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: sukuna x fem!reader, fluff, some angst, heianera!sukuna. pt 2.

When Sukuna enters the workshop, he is fifteen and mortal, and you are tending flames by the furnace.

Afternoon sun casts through the straw ceiling. You blink twice as you stare at the doorway. Heaving against it, a boy. Sunspots dance in your eyes.

'Please. Please, I'm dying. Help me!' he begs, and his wrists come up to strangle either side of your face, blood filling your tunic in buckets.

Brutal.

He is a curse user, you sense, his energy pouring out like his soul. You could feel it, flooding the plain room, his impending death.

You are young and what the elders say about helping strangers don't faze you. 'Put your hands in the fire.'

'No!'

His eyes are rolling back. He doesn't have much time left.

You grab his arm, dragging his doll-limp figure to the fire. You shove it into the coal.

Observing the healing, your grandfathers' words echo vaguely at the back of your head. They would come asking for it over and over again. They would chase you like immortality. But maybe, you think, maybe he would save dozens with those hands.

What preoccupies you more, though, squatting beside the boy, is the wonder alit in this stranger's face as his hands glisten back to life by the flames until what touches her is not slime and blood, but tender flesh. Bare fingers.

When he leaves, he does not tell you his name, nor ask for his whereabouts, nor thank you. He does not smile, and he gives no compensation. With the rags on his body, though, you do not think he has enough.

He does not do a lot of things, but the last thing you remember of your first meeting with this boy is that he did not say goodbye.

...

He, indeed, returns. He wears a stone carved lion mask.

'I do not think it's fair that I give you weapons for free,' you say, holding up a sceptre for the -now- man.

He chuckles. Sukuna shows you his innate technique: slash. Examining his technique for hours on end, you welded weapons with similar precision.

Through the years, he arrives later and later at the footsteps of your house during the night. He stops calling out for you from the door. Instead, appears frankly at the furnace where you sleep.

'Fuga,' he whispers, like an inside joke, against your ear- open. At first, you startled awake and nearly bashed him in the face. But you know now that despite his stoicism he is smiling under the mask, appearing on the opposite side of the room in an instant.

A little part of you rejoices at knowing this was an important man you have saved, though your fingers never touched.

You can tell from how he stands with solidifying confidence, toys with the necklace around your neck with the symbol of the Sun, Moon and Stars Squadron without ever grazing your skin, and the cursed energy blistering the summer air now greater than any sorcerer you'd met, he was great. All of the Fujiwara Clan combined does not compare.

Electricity trills under your pulse.

Ten years, he comes and goes.

You do not ask for his name. He does not ask for yours. Sometimes you catch him glancing at you in the corner of your eye, as you're tending the flames.

Years pass.

You forget his face.

You wonder, in his aftermath, if he will forget yours. One day he will get tired of the same old swords in the same old countryside home, you're sure of it. But he drives on back each time like an old man seeking immortality.

When he leaves, you stare at the designs of weapons you gave him. What great things would he achieve with those at his side? Your grandfather never tells you about any jujutsu affairs. Leave the girl to sword-making is his motto.

...

A rumour passes from ear to ear from the Southern Clans to the North. A sorcerer is tearing up villages in a one-person massacre to consume their flesh.

Every villager now inks black prayers on their carriages. Prayers to the living god.

You think, it doesn't hurt.

You, too, stick up rice paper on your windows to shield against the monster you know does not care, roaming through the woods in carnage.

...

The next time he comes, the man is wearing a demon mask.

Half his body, gone.

You push him to a chair. You kneel between his legs. Your hand hovers over his abdomen, where the flimsy stitches had failed to ease the bowels from overflowing. You frown. A flame blossoms from your palm, piecing his body back together. He clenches his teeth and watches you.

Cursed Flame: burns anything back to its prior state.

'What Special Grade curse could do something like this?'

He does not answer.

His sheer height has you sinking into your ankles in respect.

As you back away from the fire, you stumble into his chest. Your feet catch in the mat. In the times before, he had never attempted to touch you. Now his hand is tilting your head up, holding your chin, to look at his face, whom you had never seen before in full view.

You flinch.

Your exhale escapes as a gasp.

‘Are you scared?’

Now you realise what is so frightening about the demon who brutalises whole villages, consumes their flesh- living god. So, this is what thousands died seeing. You swallow, because he is beautiful, this four-eyed demon.

Before you utter a word, he leaves the room.

You whip your head around to inspect the windows. Nothing but wind howls against the house. No shadows but your own etches onto the tatami mat by the fire.

Rippling from all four directions, a voice booms: ‘bow.’

Your knees hit the ground. When he enters the room again, he stops before you. You dare not look at his feet.

The Fujiwara Clan teach their daughters well.

‘Stand.’

Is this a trick? With your head still bowed, you press onto one knee. ‘I do not feel enough to equal your presence, Ryomen Sukuna.’

He laughs.

Oh, how he laughs. So his name truly has spread like wildfire through the Clans, big and small. But something nicks at him, that he cannot see your eyes flickering with your flame, or your mouth working the irregular candy you chew, sometimes, on the job, when you feel comfortable around him. In those moments, he would get the urge to reach out and touch your shoulder, just for your reaction. Would you drop the sword to wrap those flaming hands around him so that he could feel some warmth?

'No. I tell you to rise so you rise.' You stand up. 'What's my name?'

'Ryomen Sukuna.'

'No.' He cups your face with his palm as he'd often dreamt of, when he was a teenager. As he'd often planned, when he grew older into the adult he is now. 'For you, I am Ryo.'

...

Ryo.

He likes it when you look at his face. He tells you sometimes, 'this is what you saved.' The four eyes blinking back at you.

He likes the smell of ash by your neck and often pushes his nose against your skin. An animal, you think to yourself, smiling.

Ryo, he takes what he wants, as the powerful do, so when the day comes, he says, 'come with me.' Out of nowhere.

He leads you out, facing the fields of darling grass and daffodils.

He hasn’t thought this through but he doesn't need to. He opens his mouth, ready to ask the question.

‘I can’t…’ He turns around to watch you speak. ‘... can’t bear child.’

For once, although you have denied his request, his face remains void of anger. Void of anything at all.

At twenty five years old, that’s all Sukuna knows what to want. If he cannot have the girl, then steal something else- after all, what are you worth?

‘Then give me something else.’

‘Have my flame.’ His eyes widen. You press on, ‘but you will protect me, in case my family decides to kill me. The flame is a sacred technique passed down from the family. But when I die, it will be yours.’

Without her cursed technique, she would be ostracised.

Everyone comes to the negotiation table with some line they would not cross. And Sukuna swore to never become a protector.

His mouth pronounces, ‘no.’

'Then what do you want, Ryo?'

He stares at you. He's never denied himself any pleasure in his life, but the way his heart skips a beat- it's what's made his enemies weak to be culled, what brings down great empires (love).

Surely, you would be his downfall.

He could not have you.

'Never mind. I want your Technique.'

He would live 1000 years wondering why those flames in his palms would perform in silence. He’d move them with grace to murder. He’d stare at the sparkling embers in a lake, waiting for it to shift and shape into some form without his control. He would realise, ages and eons in, that he had forgot to specify the fusion of their souls.

‘Deal.’

You were always an abnormally weak sorcerer in body. Never trained to exorcise a curse. Perhaps that’s another reason he suggested it, his one mistake. You were his to protect -no matter how he’d protest- but never were you with him again.

...

The next day, Sukuna wipes out the Fujiwara Clan in its entirety. Destroys them so badly no one recognises the corpses.

Mangled. Twisted. Broken.

He destroys the only thing that would've destroyed you.

It is that night at the beach, rain and seawater tangling your hair, you swear to kill him, the boy you saved so many years ago, even if you would be his for eternity.

Your hands tremble. You almost set fire to the sea.

...

'Ryo.' You're brushing his hair as he tips his head back to look at you, unfazed. 'Why do you do what you do?'

He hums, tangling his fingers through yours. 'Why does it matter my purpose?'

'I was just wondering.' You rub at his hands gently, the living things you saved.

Apparently disliking the silence, Sukuna speaks again. 'I do whatever I want, however I want. I have no purpose.'

When you kill him, he almost grins, as though proud. Had he always acted like this? The strange and feral monster.

'Are you ready to die now?' you ask. Some part of you still recalls the child wailing at the prospect of death.

Sukuna cackles, but before he even flinches as the sword digs through his skin and bones, he props his head before yours, kissing your lips as though playing a trick on you.

His scarlet eyes forever haunt your memory, reflecting the silver of your sword and the red of your flames.

'I'm always ready for you... ... and anyways death is not eternal.'

When the flames extinguish, you realise you had left none of him behind, but the hands. Ten cursed fingers, born and killed from the flame.

pt 2.

[cemeteryspider]

Genosha Revisited

Purely Father Daughter!: Magneto! Erik Magnus Lehnsherr x Daughter! Reader

Gambit! Remy Lebeau x Mutant! Reader

Summary: A complete rewrite of episode 5 of X-Men 97' where you and Gambit visit Genosha to see the place where your past trauma took place.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Trauma, Anxiety, Mentions of Enslavement (Genosha)

Word Count: 682

You allowed your mind to drift as you stared out the window of the jet. The vast expanse of ocean below made your stomach twist into knots. Remy noticed your frown and calmly grasped your hand in his.

"What's goin' on, Chere? Is everything okay?" He smiled sweetly, but you could feel the sweat on his palm.

You were returning to Genosha, where you and Remy had first met years ago. Back then, it was a place of enslavement and suffering, far from the mutant sanctuary it claimed to be now. Magneto insisted you needed to see its transformation—a place where mutants could thrive.

Reluctantly, after much persuasion from Gambit, you boarded the jet, now en route to Genosha.

"Oh, you know, just great, Remy. I feel like we're walking into the lion's den again." You squeezed his hand back, trying to mask your unease with sarcasm.

"I know it's difficult, but maybe the place has changed for the better. Everything's going to be okay, Chere."

The sinking feeling in your chest persisted. You knew better than to trust something that seemed too good to be true.

"We're here, dear," your father announced. You looked out to see a vast island of color. Your heart swelled at the sight of mutants with wings guiding the jet to the landing pad.

Putting your nagging thoughts aside, you exited the jet with your father and boyfriend.

Almost immediately, your best friend Kurt leaped into your arms, "Mein Freundin! I've missed you!"

After he released you, he hugged Remy. "And the thief! I've missed you as well! I'll be showing you around while the consul speaks to Magneto. Follow me and see the new and improved Genosha!"

An odd feeling churned in your stomach, but you forced yourself to stay open-minded as you stepped into the bustling world.

Mutants of all shapes and sizes surrounded you—some with wings, others with different colored skin, and some with serpentine features. It felt like home, but more like a community than a family, unlike the mansion.

Kurt led you through vibrant markets filled with fresh fruit, freshly caught fish, hand-knit goods, and other trinkets. You bought an assortment of fruits and baked goods to share with Remy, who gladly shared with you.

You arrived at an open area filled with dancing bodies and flashing lights. It wasn’t a party scene, but more a joyful reprieve from daily life. You pulled Remy into the crowd and began to dance.

"You better keep up, Remy!" you laughed, pulling him closer.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I was about to say the same thing to you, Chere!"

Kurt talked to the band, and they began playing a lively tune with a fun guitar riff.

As the music picked up, you and Remy twirled and spun, your movements synchronized and fluid. The world around you blurred into a swirl of bodies and quick feet.

You and Remy moved in perfect harmony. He pulled you close and spun you out with a flourish, your hands never leaving each other. The crowd clapped and stomped their feet with enthusiasm. The music swelled, and the world pulsed with life.

As you finished the dance, the crowd clapped for you, amazed by the moves Remy had taught you from his Louisiana roots.

Heat rose to your cheeks, but Remy quickly dipped you and gave you a small peck on the cheek. Then you were off again, moving through the streets as the music returned to its tropical beats.

Your walking slowed as Kurt stopped to talk to someone he knew.

You let your head fall onto Remy's shoulder. "That was the most fun I've had in a while."

He smirked at you. "Me too, Chere."

You looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm glad we came, Remy."

He wrapped his arms around your waist. "I'm glad too. This is much different from the last time we were here."

As the sun began to set, he gently rocked you and pressed a silent kiss to your forehead.

[autistpride]

Here's a list of over 200 completed AO3 Rosekiller fics.

Fics under 2k found here

like real people

Tsprongs

Word count 147431

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you

Greensenne

Word count 122767

Annoying

godforsaken_mess

Word count 105759

Beneath the mask

paletragedycandy

Wordcount 105164

Tender curiousities baby!

Otrtbs (from art heist universe)

Word count 79212

Starvin darlin'

showalittlelife

Word count 66261

A serpent and his rose

LovelyLittleManiac

Wordcount 65028

we can take it out back if you promise to give me a kiss after you take me down

greenvlvtcouch

Wordcount 54263

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

One last party (before we meet our end)

maladaptivewriting and something_about_mothmab

Wordcount 51006

Intermission

Bizzarestars

Wordcount 42640

Having a ghost in my bed

fromagony

word count 42785

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Tender lovings

ilosthesea

Wordcount 37687

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Straight A's

stargirly161

Wordcount 32167

Emerald green and hazel brown

The_Potterhead

Wordcount 31552

The earth is brighter than the sun (now that you're here)

arkhamasylum

Wordcount 30549

A truthful joke

justreadandwritex

Wordcount 30120

Two sides of the same coin

anything706

Wordcount 24827

Call it what you want

Ixcuxex

Wordcount 23704

Masked masterpiece

2CursedCheer2

Wordcount 21602

Walk unafraid

Arkhamasylum

Wordcount 20673

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you hold my heart in your hands

star4daisy

Wordcount 20287

Just a little bit colder

orchideous_nox

Wordcount 18377

The innocence imperium

Findinf_Amethyst

Wordcount 17904

Teach me tonight

Countingstarchasers

Wordcount 15926

Rage against the walking dawn

dracure

Wordcount 13663

Loving you (is the antidote)

serendipitysirius

Wordcount 13627

When the heart would cease (ours never knew peace)

Elysiren

Wordcount 12526

Midnight Rain

blackmojito

wordcount 10557

The veiled affair

moonsonlyfans

Wordcount 10522

I hope your organs fail you (before I do)

anotveryscarydragon

Wordcount 10019

Curiosity killed the cat (what Evan and Barty did that night)

anauro

Wordcount 9959

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Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Anonymous

Wordcount 9824

Kiss me! (Tonight?)

LondonDziban

Wordcount 9773

everything that rises must converge

sonderau

Wordcount 9681

My lose lover (I was made for you)

jamespottersmixtape

Wordcount 9297

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Holding my heart out in shaking hands

twoclosetothestars

Wordcount 9046

Cherry Hot Chocolate

Ludo_ten

Wordcount 8850

Me and You

polyjuicedpadfoot

Wordcount 8871

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

At least let me think that I knew you

sleepy_lotus

Wordcount 8796

Searching for someday

moonysmidnightlibrary

Wordcount 8385

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Wildflower

sequinhaze

Wordcount 6313

Don't wanna sleep

Hoffiyen

Wordcount 8327

Mystery of love

Orphan_account

Wordcount 8325

All of the pieces

dontknowmyhouse24

Wordcount 8279

(S)he that he loves

lolokids

Wordcount 8198

Black roses

MoonshineDreams

Wordcount 8129

Second guessing

dracure

Wordcount 8062

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What happens if I don't like it (I like it)

stardust_candy

Wordcount 8034

They're calling it a crime (you give yourself to it)

evermore

Wordcount 7991

Up in our business, baby!

ANYANGEL

wordcount 7587

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Black iris, your eyes: hymn of bees and roses

julysrain

Wordcount 7461

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Do you want me (or do you not)

graveryavery

Wordcount 7357

D-man

star4daisy

Wordcount 7173

Fight to survive, love of my life

cheeryknots

wordcount 7173

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Run little lion, run

meraecherie

Wordcount 7031

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The dark mark

Autimn__feather

Wordcount 6886

Wherever you stray, I follow

scarsaroundstars

Wordcount 6675

Love you to the moon and to Saturn

Anonymous

Wordcount 6567

I can't help but love you

Artybane

Wordcount 6471

Put me down, put me out of misery (I'm fatally yours)

greenvlvetcouch

Wordcount 6358

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The next thing I know Evan took me to the bathroom

sleepy_lotus

Wordcount 6307

Villain origins: barty crouch jr

Bucky_is_our_king

Wordcount 6290

Suffocate

cherryredmarlene

Wordcount 6238

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dark cherry

Blackbutterfly207

Wordcount 6098

The Slytherins

Grayssaturn

Wordcount 6057

Addicted to you

star4daisy

Wordcount 6013

Amortensia Shenanigans

CherryBraces

Wordcount 5826

Anything || rosekiller

Totalangsthater

Wordcount 5806

Puff puff pass

patchworkplea

Wordcount 5642

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

one got shit and the other got lost

All_for_the_andriel

Wordcount 5618

I'll break you

Anonymous

Wordcount 5615

I'm gonna love you til my dying day

bkuebirdrk

wordcount 5579

Hunger hurts (and I want him so bad, oh it kills)

flowersfromlilli

Wordcount 5546

From the same vine

shittywriting

Wordcount 5446

Joking truths

avil10

Wordcount 5421

All I do is look for you

taurustrash

Wordcount 5408

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something of mine

stoned_regulus

Wordcount 5313

The very first night

constellationgrayson

wordcount 5291

Most fun I ever had (I did something bad)

cheeryknots

Wordcount 5275

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Remember that night

Orphan_account

Wordcount 5178

Snowy eyelashes

arkhamasylum

Wordcount 5157

Drunk on love

amethyst_citrine

Wordcount 5038

Love you to the bone

Satansgatassistant

Wordcount 5035

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

teenage dirtbag

emyyy_thj

Wordcount 5014

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

aren't we romantic?

Ash_Brams

Wordcount 4915

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

you get me mesmerized, baby!

ANYANGEL

wordcount 4914

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Never the same

freesomisscary_2

Wordcount 4912

Barty's tattoos and more

JayLayMay

Wordcount 4891

Come for me, comfort me

damagecontrol

4888

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Free

star4daisy

Wordcount 4881

Loosening up

polyjuicedpadfoot

Wordcount 4716

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Like smoke behind glass

214lilacsky

Wordcount 4644

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

resurrection

CanYouHearMyFear

Wordcount 4583

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Evan's guardian angel

Black_Dahlias

Wordcount 4500

You are in love

rachel_elizabeth_truth

Wordcount 4428

Such a lovely place to die with you

cheeryknots

Wordcount 4363

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Let me out my lips to something

sanguinerose

Wordcount 4363

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Sorry for your loss, I will be your gain

aithusarosekiller

Wordcount 4356

And then you say I want you for worse or for better

Anonymous

Wordcount 4353

You could do so much better than me

Ghostofafruit

Wordcount 4238

Sit down, breathe, and just listen

Ifididthenididnt

Wordcount 4228

You get it going, baby!

ANYANGEL

Wordcount 4288

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

orchideous_nox

Wordcount 4306

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

You were never mine

aithusarosekiller

Wordcount 4321

Good little rose

c1garettesfor_moony

Wordcount 4222

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

bad things

Solmussa

Wordcount 4194

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

why the flowers dont grow

moonblooms

Wordcount 4184

For you, I think I'd lose myself

HuffleStar

Wordcount 4134

The way he loves

comfycouch

wordcount 4087

Chop Suey!

petruswine

Wordcount 4058

Finally cut you off!

Anonymous

Wordcount 4003

Don't want none of this (good times, all the time)

cheeryknots

Wordcount 3980

Take me to the lakes where all the.poets went to die

Wolfstaremus

Wordcount 3930

Reverse dress up

heartnipnops

Wordcount 3869

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By the wave of my hand

Kiwi2229

Wordcount 3864

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

start carvin darlin

flowersfromlilli

Wordcount 3859

never felt so alone

mystiology

Wordcount 3817

Save a horse (ride a cowboy)

crayondyke

Wordcount 3672

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

devil in a new dress

atonheartmother

Wordcount 3660

high tide came and brought you in

killerofroses

Wordcount 3616

Bet I could suck you off better than McDonald did

Moon_Wolf_42 and Serendibite_7

Wordcount 3593

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

the lust in your eyes is what drives me on

songofabluebird

Wordcount 3509

The drug in me is you

bloodytreason

wordcount 3497

I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

malakiwis

wordcount 3471

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Let it begin, it has never stopped

PhoenixBlackHale

Wordcount 3418

And you don't want to know me (I will just let you down)

Raggedypond

Wordcount 3329

The car

in_process_please_wait

Wordcount 3271

Cruel summer

FlowWrites

Wordcount 3256

Thorns have Roses

fluerdeserre

Wordcount 3244

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

the room was fit for two (the bed was left in ruins)

joyuu

wordcount 3240

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the ghost of what should have been

Minstrelz

Wordcount 3218

Shotgun

DayDreamingQueen

wordcount 3183

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Lost you before I even had you

Orphan_account

Wordcount 3174

A lesson in love

starsnsoul

Wordcount 3111

The in-between part 01

ANYANGEL

wordcount 3057

Slow dancing with Barty crouch jr

loonylupinx

Wordcount 3039

Sick, twisted, and selfish

jamespottersmixtape

Wordcount 3024

A slut for you

Orphan_account

Wordcount 3010

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

I love you (and I won't forget you)

loons_moons

Wordcount 3000

To be seen

twoclosetothestars

Wordcount 2982

I want to feel all that love and emotion

GayonfireLGBBQ

wordcount 2966

And so we meet again (in every world except our own)

samosasandlife

wordcount 2942

Only you darling

itsafookinlesbian

Wordcount 2929

As long as I got you

drxp_fxckxng_dxxd

Wordcount 2911

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Speak again bright angel speak again

sapphic_romeo

Wordcount 2907

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

a temptation of doing something and the instant questioning

conrmoon

Wordcount 2894

Marry me (today and every day)

grimjobs

Wordcount 2863

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

you get me closer to god

fromagony

Wordcount 2857

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

stars and fireworks and butterflies

peoplebyagustd

Wordcount 2847

Love me more

RosierTwinCEO

Wordcount 2816

death is a sweet mercy

norwiaAH

Wordcount 2813

You're so stupid (please kiss me)

Lovely_e

Wordcount 2798

Boys

publunchesownmyass

Wordcount 2778

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Until we're fusing

Koivdz

Wordcount 2775

The unfortunate son

flowerflood

Wordcount 2772

Though I've closed my eyes

MoonshineDreams

Wordcount 2752

Take the key (and kiss me)

InEvanRosiersPocket

Wordcount 2742

Chosen last (I don't speak my mind, I just sit and listen)

ParchmentandPaws

Wordcount 2690

Where all the lovers went to die

claiedlunie

Wordcount 2677

Don't be a strangers

dry_cereal

Wordcount 2668

A certain romance

SebbiGrey

Wordcount 2653

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

As long as you love me

Rem (propheciesanddreams)

Wordcount 2594

At the hand of death

newtmasinmyhrt

Wordcount 2553

Faster than you could say sabotage

stardust_candy

Wordcount 2535

Pull beneath the surface

KroLiev

Wordcount 2529

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

secrets

SamClaflinismyhusband

Wordcount 2489

For fucks sake!

Lovely_e

Wordcount 2439

Messy

JoanneoVecen

Wordcount 2424

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

You will be the death of me

m3ntally1ll

Wordcount 2397

All for you

dramaticwitchbitch

Wordcount 2351

Bad idea right?

notyourjamespotter

Wordcount 2348

Less than ideal study techniques

heartnipnops

Wordcount 2325

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

Jealousy, jealousy

mytearsblack

Wordcount 2310

Dirty vibration

Just_a_bean

Wordcount 2298

I'll call you darling, hold you tight

inkpurpl

Wordcount 2289

Oh (the thorns of a rose)

lilyofthevalleyys

Wordcount 2269

Choke

cherryredmarlene

Wordcount 2255

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Well never have sex

actuallyjamespotter

Wordcount 2252

Rowdy night

The_Potterhead

Wordcount 2248

My pretty rose

Black_Dahlias

Wordcount 2237

December 7: Barty

little_alouette

Wordcount 2236

hits different (cause it's you)

CRAmber and midnightscollab

Wordcount 2228

Marked

lunablack (tobeeoptomistic)

Wordcount 2224

Loving is a desperate thing

KroLiev

Wordcount 2219

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I want to be the me that you see

sigme7

Wordcount 2188

he's doing it on purpose

Adlevise

Wordcount 2175

Somebody sold us all kinds of lies

Ifididthenididnt

Wordcount 2156

The gang is what I trust

STARS4SOFAI

Wordcount 2154

Heart to heart

kazsbf

Wordcount 2152

I stayed there

stoned_regulus

Wordcount 2130

The night all the roses died

Actiaslunaaster

Wordcount 2125

Never open your post

Black_Dahlias

Wordcount 2125

Operation Rosekiller

Redraven31086

Wordcount 2114

Snakes can love too

Orphan_account

Wordcount 2107

Tell me your limit and we'll cross the line again

JBlackMalfoyRosier

Wordcount 2103

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late night devil put your hands on me

pumpkinspider

Wordcount 2101

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haunted

kazsbf

Wordcount 2097

kannibalistische liebe

twistjjedm

Wordcount 2088

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Ill let you have sex with me

Iheartstrawberrys

Wordcount 2074

Because we're just friends (the friends who undress)

Rupinraven

Wordcount 2068

Are you scared of moths

Mico_Evelyn

Wordcount 2057

Will you shut up and listen to me for a minute you twat

ConfusednDisappointed

Wordcount 2032

Eton Mess

KroLiev

Wordcount 2019

THIS ONE IS EXPLICIT

I hate you (I love you)

Spiteful_sunshine

Wordcount 2001

Time can't stop me quite like you did

paintedindigo

Wordcount 2000

[unsoundedcomic]

Whumptober 2024 - 03 - "Set Up for Failure"

"Don't touch it!" Duane snarled, and Mikaila's mittened hand flinched away from the bolt in his shoulder. It was envenomed, surely, and every jolt of his heart spread the toxin through his veins. His jaw burned as well, stiff and blazing where the first bolt had torn it open.

Where were they, an alley near Marat's? Goddamnit, there should be guards on patrol, they were not so very far from the ghers! Was there fighting elsewhere? Had some force broken into Durlyne and engaged the whole of the Lions, delaying them from their rounds? He needed to get Mikaila home, needed to return to the Temple.

His legs felt like clay. Miki cried as he lurched up from his crouch and stood, only to crumple against the alley wall and huff, nauseated, into his scarf. His fingers curled on the bricks. Galley bricks, shale, 4 by 3 by 8. This was the backside of that ghers 18 garage on Rue An; street plow inside, a carriage, hound harnesses. He couldn't push Mikaila through without knowing where it all was situated. Maybe he would simply tell her to run through the attached yard, but might there be more of these sons of bitches waiting there?

When she'd been a bit younger he'd wished he could tuck her into a pocket and keep her with him all the day...

Mikaila gestured behind him, a jerky motion, as though barely restraining herself from a spell of her own. Duane turned to see the tall fiend in the black mask scaling the alley fence, all asplatter with his comrades' blood. Rector Adelier raised a hand to take his head off but there were four men where there had been one, and they all swayed and gyred like embers from the kitchen fire. Oh, God, he was going to be sick-

The moment's hesitation was enough for the assassin to leap clear of the inelegant attack, closing the distance between himself and his mark so he could slice the flurry of spells directly from the priest's lashing palms. Duane reached for the Coefficient of Friction of the black ice, for the Solidity of the Galley bricks, for the stabbing Contour of the icicles along the eaves of the garage. The assassin sliced them all from the lines. Aspects tumbled free and hissed back into place, and the khert listened on, indifferent. Duane felt like a ball-jointed doll with its strings all gone slack.

He was being bested by some Sevencrow wright-sticker; some bloody Tannery spell slicer. Some...

His vision dimmed. His brilliant green pymary rolled over to swampy, ailing twilight. All the world danced away from him; retreated from him; surrendered him. Far away, Mikaila screamed for her papa, but nearer, his arm cracked and shattered from a blow of the black mask's club - why were these demons wielding clubs?! Another swing crashed into his temple, and his clay legs broke apart.

[blasphemousclaw]

thank you for being so normal about the hornsent 🙏 Thank you cause jesus christ. anyways for the ask ermm The hornsent npc melina or messmer

you’re welcome I just got so attached to the hornsent while playing the dlc! after watching Belurat burn in the story trailer, going into the ruined city in the game and seeing all the graves and mourning spirits really affected me, and I’m honestly shocked that such a huge portion of the fanbase didn’t feel the same way. also they are literally so cool like look at their art and architecture. their armor sets. their divine beast dancing lion. if people can’t enjoy that because they’re “evil” well I have great news. they are not real

anyway here’s capital H Hornsent my best friend Hornsent

• favorite thing about them

how his quest ends with him attacking us no matter what we do. I know I know! it’s so frustrating that we can’t convince him we’re on his side! but the fact that he tries so hard to push us away just makes me love him more! he refuses our second offering of scorpion stew because he isn’t here to make friends, he’s here to win he’s given his life for his revenge... his line “I wish not to friendship kindle” drives me crazy because we have this moment of human connection with him, which he acknowledges, but he can’t let himself lose sight of his purpose! admit it Hornsent. you like me

also his character design and voice acting are fantastic

• least favorite thing about them

I already like how his character is handled but I think it would be even stronger if he or someone else dropped a few more details about life in Belurat before the crusade. he enacts his revenge not just in the name of his murdered family but his entire culture, and it would be nice to learn a few more hornsent cultural details through him!

• favorite line

“What’s this? Do you think me in need of alms? Ah… but this dish. Tis fare o’ the tower. I remember fondly this kin-clad scent. …Brings back memories I’d all but forgot. This, by my troth, is but a dismal copy. Indeed, I think it rather plain to see… things once broken can never be the same.”

I love the scorpion stew interaction so much! “things once broken can never be the same” hits so hard after exploring Belurat and seeing the city’s destruction, and pairing this dialogue with the scorpion stew description is even more tragic: “Traditional meal of the hornsent. Once made with love by a certain elderly woman for the family table.”

• brOTP ОТР whatever this is

Hornsent and Tarnished. what if I could fix him

• nОТР

I don’t think about this at all

• random headcanon

the marks on his face are burn scars from the fires… I think he had hair but it mostly burned off. maybe I’ll draw what I think his face looked like without the limitations of the npc character model sometime

• unpopular opinion

I don’t think he was a greater potentate! I think it’s strongly implied that he lived in Belurat before the crusade, not Bonny Village. I think he sought out the potentates’ caterpillar mask because it’s used to enhance focus and banish feelings of doubt in one’s purpose, which makes perfect sense for his revenge quest

• song i associate with them

once again please leave any suggestions in the replies/tags!!

• favorite picture of them

not to boost my own content but this was hysterical

[jesterafterdark]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 2

"Masquerade Ball 💃🏻"

(prompts via @fatguarddog)

"You are cordially invited..." You read aloud, skimming the handwritten note that had been delivered to your door. A ball? A masquerade ball? That was a new one. You'd never been to anything like that in your life, and suddenly you were being invited out of the blue? It all seemed surreal. The letter was signed "Ms. Jester," punctuated with a pink lipstick stain. The note listed the date, time and venue, a large gothic manor that often hosted these kinds of events. Attached to the envelope was a small package, wrapped in brown paper with a pink bow. Inside was two things, a venetian style mask resembling a pig, and a piece of card that simply read "you'll need this to get in 💕"

You looked at your reflection. You had never seen yourself as the type for something so fancy, your figure never lent itself to things like sophistication and dancing. The pig mask made it feel even more like some strange joke. But the venue was legit, and a little googling told you plenty. Ms. Jester's Masquerade Ball was a big event, held annually in different locations. No one was quite sure how the guest list was decided, an eclectic mixture of tastemakers and nobodies, but you'd been chosen.

A friend helped you select a dress for the occasion, something cute. You'd wanted something that would obscure your figure, but she insisted you go with a form fitting black dress. "It'll highlight your curves, trust me!"

~~~

The night finally rolled around, you stumbled out of your taxi, struggling with your heels. You were regretting the lunch you'd eaten, bulging out of your tight black dress. There was a line out the door, all wearing their masks. You pulled yours on, trying to suck in your stomach and thinking that you already looked enough like a pig.

There was a clear theme as soon as you stepped into the line. Half of the guests were as plump as you, or even bigger, and wearing masks resembling pigs, cows, you even picked out a hippo and an elephant in the crowd. The other half were thin, slender, and wearing the faces of wolves, foxes and lions. The thought that this was some elaborate prank was hard to ignore, part of you wanted to turn tail and run before you could be humiliated. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder, and a familiar voice.

"I told you the dress would look good on you!" Your friend's voice came from behind the fox mask.

"You were invited too? Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought it would be more fun to surprise you," she giggled.

"Well, I'm definitely surprised," you scowled, "is it just me or is there a... Theme, here?"

"Aw, don't worry about that, Ms. Jester's events are always a little eccentric, but trust me, it's gonna be great."

"There's just a... Fat-shame-y kind of vibe, you know?"

"Trust me," she said, leading you to the door, "There's no shame here."

The large man that loomed at the entrance wore the only mask you'd seen so far that wasn't an animal. It resembled a plain white face with no mouth and a pointed chin. He glanced at your mask, and your friend's, before nodding and gesturing for you both to enter.

Inside, the place was already alive with dancing and music. The sound was more modern than you expected from something like this. Your friend took the lead, guiding you around. There were dozens of tables stacked high with cakes and cupcakes, everything decorated with pink frosting. The room was overwhelmingly pink, not at all what you'd expect from the grim, Gothic exterior. People gathered around the tables, sampling the treats.

"This looks good!" Your friend smiled under her fox mask, raising a small pink cake to your lips, "try it!"

"What?" You stepped back, not expecting the food to be shoved in your face so eagerly.

"Oh," your friend's cheeks flushed under her mask, "Sorry, I got a little too excited." She held her hand out more gently, "Do you want to try it?"

You took it from her and turned it over in your hand. It did look good, but you were already practically stuffed into your dress and didn't want to burst out of it in front of everyone. "I guess one couldn't hurt."

You bit down and suddenly you were in heaven. The little thing was sweet, tasting like vanilla and stuffed with cream. It was the best thing you'd had in a while, and as soon as it was gone you started to wish you'd savored it a little longer.

"Okay," you murmured, "I guess two couldn't hurt."

Your friend raised a second one to your mouth, slower and more timidly this time, and you let her feed it to you. You could tell she was enjoying it, and you were starting to realize that you were too. You knew you wouldn't stop at two.

~~~

As the evening drew on you kept letting the little fox guide you from table to table, stuffing your face at each. You would have felt ashamed but it seemed to be the done thing at this ball, and you thought that your dress might give out before the night ends but it wouldn't be the first.

Of course you took time to dance, to socialize, between tables. It was still a ball, after all. But as you ate more and your swollen stomach got heavier, and your dress more constricting, the dancing became more and more of an afterthought.

After what must have been your thirtieth little treat of the night, though you'd lost count a while ago, a woman slid up beside you and your fox. Like the bouncer at the door, she didn't wear an animal mask. She wore a bright pink evening gown, long black gloves and her lips were the exact shade of the lipstick on your invitation. Her mask left no doubt to who this was, a classic Venetian Jester. Ms. Jester.

"Enjoying the soiree?" She smiled down at you expectantly.

"Oh, uh, yes!" You sputtered awkwardly. "It's a lot of fun."

"And you're taking advantage of the spread?" She gestured to the tables, which were being steadily restocked by women in plain black masks.

The fox answered for you, "Oh yeah, she's making good use of it."

The jester grinned, "Good! I'd hate to see my guests going hungry. You two are so cute together, by the way." She winked and turned back to the party.

"Oh no we're-" you tried to correct your host but she'd already vanished into the crowd.

"Sounds like we make a good pair," your friend laughed.

"Sounds like," you laughed too, but only to hide the nerves. "Can you grab me ano-"

"Already on it," she mock-saluted, grabbing another cake.

~~~

The Ball was finally drawing to a close, more and more people making quiet exits. You sat on a chair, your fox gently coaching you through one last bite. She'd been coaching through "one last bite" for the last half an hour, but there always seemed to be "just one more, you can do it."

Then, you shifted in your seat and heard the rip. Your belly had actually breached the dress. You panicked, hands frantically trying to cover the tear.

"Hey, hey! Calm down," your friend laughed, pulling a jacket from her bag. "Throw this on and we can head out, this is winding down anyway."

You pulled the jacket over yourself, zipping it. You could feel the cold material pressing against your skin through the hole in your dress. The two of you headed out and your friend dialed for a taxi.

"So... Why did you have this jacket?"

"Huh?"

"You're half my size, why do you have a jacket big enough to cover me?"

"Oh, uh, well-" she stumbled over her words, struggling to find an answer.

"You planned this, didn't you?" You laughed, "How did you even manage that."

"These masks," she held out the fox face, "went out first and came with a plus one. I had you invited."

"Why me?"

"I've always had a... Bit of a thing for you." She stared at her feet, cheeks flushed.

"That's funny," you smiled, her eyes drifting up to yours, "I've always had a thing for you too."

You felt her lips press against yours as the taxi pulled up behind you. She started laughing.

"I can taste those cakes on your lips."