#made this for local anime convention in my town

[bogkeep]

pride parade was today!!!!! had a wonderful time, i went with my friends behind the banner for the local cosplay/anime convention i usually volunteer at, was super cute to see all the furries high five all the kids watching the parade :') it's been so long since i've gotten to attend and it's so healing for the soul to see all the people with flags walking around in town before and after, too.

i finally got myself an intersex pride flag as i didn't have it in my collection yet, and while i was waving it during the speeches an incredibly cool stranger came to me and asked if i would like an intersex frog charm they've made ;_; it's so wonderful!!!!!!

[femalemonsterhunter]

I know for sure that after I suddenly stopped working on the unfinished third chapter of my CatDog fanfic called 'Beware of the Were-Cliff' atm. And instead, I still want to share my another design of my new CatDog OCs that should be included in my fanfic, if it makes sense.

Basically, they are loosely inspired by Dr. Milo and Anthony Romulus from Batman: The Animated series, rather in their episode called 'Moon of the Wolf', which helped come up with new inspiring ideas and create a characters, doesn’t it?

Richard Bates and his werewolf form (from the side to the left) - a very conventional and decidedly capable local dog, who’s currently worked as an NPD officer and one of Rancid Rabbit’s distant and close acquaintances and mercenaries (of course, was a bodyguard for him as the mayor of Nearburg, who was more or less engaging in his many jobs for a while) in Nearburg. But one day, when Richard was walking like the whole forest and found a vague wooden shanty with a chimney, and immediately met a mysterious but downright cunning and wisely but risky scientific possum, Prof. Armand Rankin, who was lived in the shanty and did obscure research tasks. Occasionally, he showed Richard his serum in a vial, which contains a blood DNA of a supernaturally ghostly but cursed dark gray wolf, which Armand found it who fell into a bear trap and freed it after locking it up in a cage, and instructed Richard to use it to it completely strengthens his proficient skills, when the next moment Richard managed to perform all the tasks upon Rancid's order, as well as even sometimes he was guaranteed to win in sports competitions. However, a one night with a full moon came, Richard, who was in his luxury apartment, suddenly had the effect of a lycanthropic curse affecting within him quite intensely and turned him into a werewolf, who snatched around and made up an almost unbalanced mess and chaos in Nearburg throughout the whole night (even the citizens were pounded up by him).

And Professor Armand A. Rankin (on the right) - an antagonistic but slyly risky and cleverly mean scientific opossum, who for many years came to South America (mainly in Mexico) precisely from Europe as a teacher of canine zoological exploration in a college (rather, one of Lola Caricolaʼs teaches who she once studied in the college as a student) but he was expelled from the faculty, which after the scientific awarding ceremony he mostly lost and insidiously threatened everyone in college to be pounded up by several savaged wolves. So after Armand fled from Mexico and hid in the United States (including in Nearburg) as a cover, moreover he was currently in a shanty on a hill along the forest, but occasionally he found himself a cursed wolf and then he used its blood DNA (even a particular of its lycanthropic curse) to make a serum as a moderating but effective means for the host to transform into a werewolf every night with a full moon against the people of Nearburg. For example, he immediately met Richard as the new host of big gruesome wolf beast and even a mercenary to give him a cruel order to intimidate and pound up people and make a mess in some parts of the town.

Art, Werewolf AU, BOTWC fan fiction, Richard, his werewolf form and Armand are belongs to me (C)

Rancid Rabbit and Lola Caricola (mentioned) from CatDog are belongs to Peter Hannan and his eponymous production/Nickelodeon Animation Studio/Serom Animation/Rough Daft Korea (C)

[dizendoll]

I went to Anime Fiesta🎉

My first time at the event was good! It's a new local convention that started in 2023 and this was it's 3rd event. I heard the first event was a little rocky but I'm glad they made improvements and kept going. We generally don't have many events during winter so it was crowded! People came from all over town and outside the city for this one day event🎉

Lots going on: cosplay events, performances, maid/butler cafes, artist alley, vendors, food, music, photo areas, and a mobile game tournament 👍🏽

I didn't have a cosplay prepared so I wore a rokku gyaru look♥️🖤 an old sweater dress from AliExpress, my Adidas pants and Timberland boots👍🏽

Surprisingly people knew I was gyaru and loved my look🥰 Honestly I didn't expect anyone to say anything but I'm happy gyaru is getting more recognition💗

I met new friends, old friends, content creators and cosplayers🥰 Thanks for chatting💕

[redd956]

Hey, hope you’re doing well. Do you have any advice for coming up with names? Towns/cities, locations, creatures, characters, thingamabobs, all those things?

Hope I’m not being too vague, but if I am, specifically creatures and/or characters. How do you think of a name that’s meaningful or suits them? Just find a name, say it aloud and see if you like it? I know name generators exist (like fantasy name generator. They’re great and have a lot) but sometimes nothing really fits the vibe or appearance or lore or a sort of deeper meaning (yeah, names don’t always have to be like that, but I like being detailed and overthink with these things lol sorry), hopefully that makes sense.

Plus, in some places/mythologies/cultures, names have a lot of meaning and power, like people referring to powerful corrupt people as “he who should be be named” or with the whole Fae-stealing-names thing. Some names evoke different feelings from respect and fear to disgust and mocking, and some names are for mocking purposes that sometimes “replace” a things name in big cases.

What about the roots of a name? Assuming that you haven’t world built an entire dang language with suffix’s and grammar and all that, how would roots play into it (probably self answered)? Also with names being the core of someone’s being, so I guess my overthinking is actually somewhat justified?

Sorry for the wall of text and questions, again, I overthink and analyze answering questions like this in their entirety and try to include EVERYTHING, but this MAIN QUESTION is just how do you go about creating meaningful names for characters and creatures? All of the other words are mainly my brain musings and the whole “take fricking everything into account” so you can ignore them or use them for more thought provocation if you want. Feel free to take as much time as you need and answer in as much or as little detail as you want

Hope you’re having a great day/night and are taking care of yourself and staying hydrated and all that jazz :]

-idk (@idkanonymystuff. Tagging myself in case I forget I asked and won’t accidentally send it again)

Of course! Although I am personally quite bad at naming things, my own poor characters included XD

But anything to help prevent someone to become like me. This is going to be a long one.

Worldbuilding: Naming Conventions

Names As Descriptions

People

Historically and overall, generally cultures have used names as descriptions, whether about appearance, workforce, or even past achievements. We see this especially in English Surnames, Native American Names, and Abrahamic Names

Grace, Philip, Baker, Miller, Smith, Chris, Abigail, Johnson; all have descriptive origins, whether in their historical name variants or other.

Abigail was once Aviḡayil from Hebrew, which roots of av mean father, and gil mean joy, meaning the name meant "my Father is Joy"

It's also common for cultures to have family occupational surnames. The Millers own a windmill, Smiths had a blacksmith, Coopers made barrels.

Names don't have to have such strong meaning though. Many people are happy giving their children names they just like the sound of, or mean something to them in personal ways, like a grandmother, a country/continent, or even favorite song artist.

(Hopefully they're not like my friend's mom. I'm so sorry Airyc)

There's currently a trend in Japan to give people ridiculously cute names, although it is viewed similarly as "tradedeigh" names in the United States. (Sorry any Kayleighs)

We also see naming cultures like China's, which I will go on more about later.

If you want to look further into the etymology of names I suggest the website Behind the Name, it not only has a good name randomizer but also an amazing name dictionary with some explanation of history and origins.

Animals

As for animals the names get far much more whimsical. I honestly just suggest looking through the names of birds in your local region.

We see descriptive names like American Goldfinch, a bright yellow bird found in the United States. Sometimes they're named after their discoverers or famous people, especially scientific names. Or the sound they make, like a finch.

Names can also be straightforward; Fried Egg Jellyfish, Bullet Ant, Blobfish, Mountain Chicken

Or random like the Nonsense Rat

Names As Achievements/Fluid

Some cultures use names as achievements or role-examples, most infamously many Native America tribes, such as the Lakota. Eventually you earn a new name based off of something you've done or are.

As for the Lakota, a naming ceremony takes place where people present receive their new name, entering them into the family of the Lakota.

Some cultures have a multiple names system, more complex then the middle name system we see in English style names. You can work with a naming culture where people go by different names at work, then they do at home.

The Inuit often name their children by passing on the name of a spirit, which is selected by an elder after they receive a sign that a spirit is ready, this is because they believe a person never really dies and instead a spirit embodies a child.

In fact traditions of the parents not naming the children is another common thing seen, in worldbuilding too, such as names being chosen by an important member of society or even provided through magic.

In Brazil we see the Pirahã people, which go through many names throughout their lives, often to combat and avoid dark spirits.

Names don't always have to be a one and done, even in Western culture we see the action of changing your first name to match for gender affirming reasons, or even abandonment of an abusive family.

Family

We often see the tradition of the family name, often times the surname in the west, and the first name in some eastern countries like China. Think [First Name] [Family Name] versus [Family Name] [Secondary Name]

Having a family shows the importance to so many various cultures that is family, or knowing where you've came from. We also have traditions like taking on the surname of a lover (traditional the man's surname in a heterosexual pairing).

In several Hispanic cultures they have two surnames, their father's first surname, and their mother's first surname. So their names look like [First Name] [Father Surname]-[Mom Surname]. This is written similarly to conjoined surnames when people simply combined surnames instead of replacing one when marrying.

Maybe we're working with a culture that doesn't honor family at all, do they have secondary names? Do they only need one name? A sole named culture would put a lot of emphasis into the inner workings of having one name... and that's because names hold power.

Power of Names

I'm sure you've heard the historical rumor that we have middle names to protect us from fairies and demons. That is because there is a sort of natural power to names, and in various cultures many superstitions that come with them.

The more prevalent the supernatural, or religious beliefs, the more superstitious people are going to be about names.

As for the origin of middles names it's still mostly unknown. Many cultures have reinvented the middle name for various reasons, including the superstitious belief that if a fairy or demon got a hold of your entire name, first to last, they could own you. The middle name was introduced as a name only people the closest to you would know, and when you gave out your first and last name you would still be safe.

Other origins include requirements that your child had a saint's name in traditional Christian societies. While when middle names first appeared in medieval England, it was actually illegal for the common people to have them, as middle names were reserved for the wealthy, important, or royal.

In China and many other East Asian nations they believe that the name holds luck. Directly translated many Chinese names becomes things like Wealth, Strength, Wisdom, and Success. There's many other superstitions, including not naming your children's after someone alive in your family or after someone who met a tragic end.

This is why sometimes Chinese people using English names will meticulously choose their name, to find something of equal value.

In a world with magic I wouldn't be surprised if the magic that someone posses plays a role in their name too. In my own worldbuilding, nations like Mondie, Charagon, and Tannica which use mostly western naming basis will see surnames based off of magic. Some characters deviate from this within their own nations for religious or subcultural regions, such as the people from the Lichtfuer Kingdom, or Fayen-Charagonian Immigrants.

Nicknames & Callsigns

Speaking in terms of militaristic characters we bring in nicknames and callsigns.

Rarely ever are callsigns from cool or badass actions. Their origins are usually very embarrassing or insulting, no in-between. Often times the badass titles that we think of are from war heroes, who are the few out of thousands of soldiers, and usually dubbed onto them after their efforts are known historically or from their enemies.

People like the White Death, the Red Baron (Rote Kampfflieger), or Lady Death were also still people. Their nicknames did lead to people idolizing or exaggerating their actions, often times becoming so focused on their war stories that the outside about them is left untouched. Although they have these nicknames, they are all still indicative of their role in war or times as unwilling propagandist.

Callsign stories are a great place to look for how silly and strange their origins can actually be. There's entire forums dedicated to it. My own grandparents even had callsigns, Doc and Hillbilly.

Doc was my granddad's callsign, because he was a medic. My papa had the callsign hillbilly while in training because his rural Indiana accent was mostly unheard of at the time, and reminded people of hillbillies. That was just the 60s though. Nowadays people will have callsigns like "Firehose" meaning that they pissed themselves once really really bad.

Thankfully I never went into the military, because I already had the high school nickname "Shortcake" for being very very short.

Dangerous/Infamous Animals

When it comes to infamous people we see similar naming conventions as dangerous animals, think of an unkillable dragon or a mutant wolf that has gone rogue.

In the early 1900s there was a tiger called the Man-Eater that had gone rogue due to physical and emotional trauma from poaching, leaving the tiger to prefer hunting humans instead of its usual.

There are many cases of animals like this having names in such a way, from monster catfishes to a crocodile named Gustave.

Final Thoughts

There's even more that goes on behind names, than I would feel comfortable with covering in one post. Maybe in the future I will do another, touching on other aspects.

Honestly when naming my own characters I don't think too hard, but that's just me. I know some people take naming characters very seriously.

A lot of my worldbuilding does have its own naming conventions, but I often find myself trying to cheat anyway.

[emilydjgamer]

Happy new years!

I know Im not active often but I just wanted to take a moment and look back on 2024 and the people who helped me get through this helluva year. January was off to a rough start. I got fired from my animal shelter job because a cat bit me and they didn't want me getting hurt again. After that I kept getting sick and missed school. Other than that, January was decent. February was pretty good. I was in my school talent show and people actually liked it. I also got a job at a small business in my town. March was bittersweet. My friends cat (rip lily) passed away and so did his favorite teacher (rip mr. B). he was really down. Thankfully I was able to support him and the situation gave us a chance to reconnect. Also went to a super cool tech convention with my school. In april I met a new neighbor and 8 months later she is like family. Iirc, I got bronchitis which made it so it hurt to breathe. In may I went to the ER for mysterious stomach pain. After that, about a week later, I was depressed, mentally exhausted, and burned out from everything. June was uneventful. In july I got fired from my job in my town and they never told me why I was fired. August was spent trying to earn money for a convention and having another health scare. September was the start of a new school year and I had some fun classes and my local carnival was in town. Also went to Fan-X and it was awesome. October SPOOKY MONTH! i love all things Halloween and had agreatt time! November made me one year older. My family took me out to do stuff for my entire birthday week and it was amazing. December has been good. For one, there was no family drama on Christmas and I spent a lot of time with friends and family.

Once again, Happy holidays and may 2025 be your year!

@darkstalker1247

@wolfnxtra

[odysseywritings]

15 Questions

Tagged by @aquadestinyswriting thank you so much!

(Game here is to interview your OCs with these questions and how they might answer. Let's begin!)

Haven: Hey, how's it going?

Interviewer: Hello, Haven. It's a pleasure getting to sit down and talk to you.

Haven: Thanks.

Interviewer: No need to be shy or anxious, just be honest with these questions, and I hope others will get a clearer picture of you.

Haven: Vuhh, huh, yeah.

_-_-_

1. Are you named after anyone?

My birth parents had a friend who died before I was born. He was a rough, surly guy ready to fight anyone, but he was loyal to his loved ones and had a secret soft side. His name was an older thing called "Hvienzda," or Star. I'm glad they made mine more modern. He died saving my mom from a violent mob instigated by the local leader.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I'm not saying that in public.

3. Do you have kids?

I'd like to someday. I want to bring a legacy in this world, show them love, fun, and learning, and have them discover themselves and the universe.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Not as much as Reina, especially since I come off meaner and more literal than I think. Usually it's for guys too delusional to know it.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

How they treat vulnerable people and animals.

6. What's your eye color?

Blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. If it's a very cheesy B movie, it's fine, but I can't handle the gory ones anymore. I want to see the underdogs get their reward!

8. Any special talents?

The powers, being a monster, that stuff. But I REALLY want to show off my art and creations!

9. Where were you born?

In the mountains of Lucinikov. Lonely town, and I felt self conscious when I wasn't normal or tough enough to fit in, but it felt like a nice barrier from warriors coming in.

10. What are your hobbies?

Creating, petting animals, touching soft things, discovering, anything musical, games, puzzles, getting... loose in the healing waters.

11. Have you any pets?

No, I feel I'm bad luck... I'd rather care for animals when I see 'em.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Hmm, not a lot of conventional ones. My favorites are using our powers for games, like blasts in moving hoops, or fencing to get the other out the ring. Reina wants to keep wrestling with me for some reason... Oh, I also like Chessball.

13. How tall are you?

4 Glumgloons tall.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Arts or science. Anything to get my mind going and doing something.

15. Dream job?

Hmm... A, uh... A freelance scientist / artist / protector of the unprotected / dancing sensation / scavenger hunt master / first real life puppet!

-_-_-

Tagging: @avrablake @ayzrules @blind-the-winds @bloodlessheirbyjacques @howdywrites @perringwrites @pluttskutt

[nahoqo]

Keychains and rosegarden sticker! Now I can bring them anywhere

[sevenpersona]

Unholy

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Animal attacks in your town have driven you to seek shelter at the local church. Though it isn’t as safe as it may seem.

Minors DNI

Warnings: sexually explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, violence, blood drinking, throat ripping, cumming inside, wall sex, talks of death, I think that’s it.

Inspired by the pictorial and also that Sam smith tiktok sound with edits to Jungkook (🎶 mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot at the body shop doing something unholy 🎶) y’all know the one 🫣

This is my first non fluffy work so enjoy 😗

People have been showing up recently in town dazed, and bleeding from small bite marks. Everyone says that a lot of animal attacks happen here due to the close proximity to the forest. You don’t buy into that bullshit though. Animal attacks? Really that’s a cover up if you’ve ever saw one. 

You did an investigation into animal attacks in school, and not once did the victims of an “animal attack” look like the ones showing up now. You shiver. The mangled and mauled bodies of your research still haunt you to this day.

Recently a body was found at the hiking track, and your friend just so happens to be the coroner, investigating the cause of death. She was understandably freaked out to find that the body was completely drained of blood. And although it was a little unprofessional of her to tell you, you think it was out of worry knowing you live close to the woods.

Which convinces you to join a church but not because your religious or anything. However you are a teensy tiny bit superstitious and while churches and religious grounds don’t have the best reputation, you gain a feeling of safety. Maybe it’s all the candles, you do have a habit of collecting them. It could possibly the safety in numbers thing soothing your anxiety too.

Technically you aren’t joining the church but they were inviting people who didn’t feel safe in their homes to stay, so it was basically the same you know? 

All you know is that you feel a whole lot better here, than in your small house a few hundred meters from the forest. There was no inner alarm telling you something is wrong, study from home, cancel on your friends and don’t go on that hike. 

Well you did feel better until another person “joined” the church. He introduced himself as Jeon Jungkook. You weren’t sure why you got an off vibe from him but you tried to stay away. Even though he was damn hot.

You observed he was a loner, shy and introverted and he barely made an effort to communicate with anyone but he was kind and helped when needed. You also saw that he was strong. Like effortlessly carrying several kg’s of flour at once strong. Was it wrong of you to imagine him throwing you around like you were nothing, on holy grounds?

During your stay you kept up with the local news and your friends during your time at the convent and while no new bodies were discovered, more and more people were being found with small bite marks and no recollection of what had happened to them. 

Lately you were having a hard time sleeping. Worried you would wake up got the news of your friends being the latest victim of these attacks. Your friends had tried to put your mind at ease of course telling you of the precautions they had implemented. But they weren’t infallible and anxiety always had a way of getting the best of you.

You woke up again in a cold sweat. Nightmares plaguing your dreams. You hadn’t been scared of the dark in so long but tonight you longed for the comfort of the light to keep you company. Gathering the courage to run to the light switch you flick it on but your stomach drops when nothing comes of it. 

Searching your brain for a solution, your sleep addled mind gives you the idea to walk down to the church. The hallways are filled with candlelight and while that won’t be enough to curb my growing dread, the amount of candles at my destination are sure to give off a bright glow!

Mind made up you wander through the hall to the church. You never realised how eerie it would be here all alone at night, shivering as you realise only a short nightgown is covering you. Turning the corner you stifle a scream as you come face to face with Jungkook. 

“Hey, whoa!” His eyes are as wide as you imagine your own to be. “Sorry, I didn’t imagine anyone else would be up this late.”

“Sorry me neither.” Your heart is still racing from the shock. “I couldn’t sleep and my light switch wasn’t working so I was going to go to the church because of all the candles.” You ramble.

“Yeah, it’s super strange mine had shut off a few minutes ago too.” Frowning as he thought about it. “Maybe there was a power outage?”

You shrug in answer and move to walk off again. 

“Would you mind if I came with?” You were caught of guard with his question. Didn’t he just come from this way?

“Uhh sure?” 

“Thanks!” He chirped out.

We walked in silence until we reached the wooden doors of the prayer room. Jungkook kindly opened the heavy doors and you froze when you found the room in disarray.

There were two entrances to the room and while we came in one, the other door separating us from the outside was hanging by the hinges. The candles you were longing for were snuffed out.

You step back and end up shuffling into Jungkook. 

“What do you think did this?” 

“Definitely not an animal.” It seems that even in your terror, the sarcasm flows the same. 

He looks around for a bit before he goes stock still. “We should get out of here.”

“You’re right, whatever did that could still be lingering around.” Warning bells are ringing in your mind and you weren’t going to stick around.

Turning around you find the door closed. Wasn’t it open just a second ago? Maybe Jungkook closed it when we entered.

The hair on your neck was standing at attention. Goosebumps coming to the surface of your skin. You slowly turn and the next second you were on the ground. 

Jungkook tackling a shadowed figure. And then they were gone, it was like they disappeared. You tried to soothe your mind and your racing heart as you tried to comprehend what was happening. 

A moment passes and you scream as a figure appears blood covering it’s face, coming so close to you before being pulled back, flung across the room. Jungkook was suddenly in front of you chest heaving where he stood.

Good to know that you were right and that it wasn’t the animals attacking the towns people. Bad for your piece of mind however as now you have to come to terms with either vampires being real or that a person is draining people of blood and storing it for nefarious uses.

Stuck in your thoughts, you miss the figure, rushing back up to get the drop on you. Jungkook moves into its path, is lunged at and ends up underneath this creature. He’s not strong enough to stop it from coming after you. 

The creature soon has you in its grip, blood covered the lower half of its mouth and you wonder if this is how you meet your end. A shock of blood splatters across your face as Jungkook rips at the figures neck with his teeth. The creature howls in pain, dropping you onto the unforgiving ground, giving him the opportunity to thrust his hand into its chest pulling out its heart. 

The body falls limp and Jungkook kicks it off him, before standing up and wiping his bloodied lips with his sleeve. He turns, when you stand up and suddenly he’s in front of you, intense eyes softening as you flinch from his movement.

In response to your body’s reaction he moves to give you some space, but stops as your hand snaps to grasp his arm. You don’t want him to leave after that encounter, and although you aren’t entirely sure what Jungkook is, you trust him. 

“Thank you for saving me from whatever that was.” He makes a noise and you assume he’s listening. “I know that you probably aren’t exactly human either but I’m not expecting any answers-“ 

“I’m a Vampire.” He interjects staring at the floor.

You release his arm in surprise. “Oh! Well vampire or not I’m really glad you didn’t let me become a dead body for my friends to mourn.” Your morbid sense of humour and gratitude mixes oddly but you roll with it anyway. 

“So…that myth about vampires unable to go onto religious grounds is false then?” Curiosity takes a hold of you.

“Yeah it’s false.” Jungkook looks like he’s weirded out by you being unfazed that he’s not human. “And yes I can eat garlic, I’ve touched holy water and it didn’t burn, and I can go out in the sun.”

Cool! Good to know. Wait..”Does blood still rush through your veins the same as when you were alive?”

“Umm, I guess?” So he doesn’t know.

You pout a little wanting to know more. 

“Listen you can’t tell anyone about what I am-“

You interrupt him. “Why would I blab about you when you literally saved me from becoming a human happy meal.”

He whips around to face you. “Please don’t say it like that.” He whines. 

“Fine, fine….an empty human juice box.” You giggle.

He rolls his eyes in response to your teasing.

You shiver as a cold chill comes through the door. Jungkook looks at you, eyes widening as he takes in your attire. The nightgown you were wearing had been ripped dangerously high.

He inhales sharply. “I should go.”

“I don’t want you to leave me here alone.” You grasp onto him. “Please, please don’t go.”

He turns back to you and you notice the problem. You will your eyes to look away from his bulge straining against his sweatpants.

Words escape your mouth before your mind can comprehend. “I can help you with that.”

He groans, pinning you with an intense glare. “You don’t have to help, just because I saved your life.”

“This is not about you saving my life.” You huff. “Do you not own a mirror?” 

“What?” His confusion is evident.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you in the kitchen lifting shit around like it was nothing.” Being blunt was your best chance of getting railed by this man.

He stilled before letting out a guttural growl. The sound going straight to your heat. Backing you up against nearest wall, he cornered you in, the outline of his hardness pressing against your thigh. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He strained. “I won’t be able to hold back.”

You ground yourself against him in response. “Yes. I want it, want you.” Whining as he pulled away. 

He dove straight for your lips, kissing you passionately. Splitting your lips open with his tongue, he explored your mouth earnestly. He left you breathless in the best way as you broke the kiss for air, his lips trailing down your neck.

“Can I bite you?” You moaned at the thought.

“Words baby girl.” 

You whimpered at the pet name. “Yes!” 

Sucking bruises on to your neck, his hand moves up your thigh, cupping your clothed heat. Slipping a finger past your panties he gathers your arousal, a needy moan spilling from your lips.

“Needy, aren’t we.” He teases. “Don’t worry I’ll give you what you want.”

He pushes one finger into your heat, drinking in your sweet sounds before adding another pumping in and out slowly. Licking a spot on your neck he quickens his pace, your pleasure building as his fingers move skilfully. Nudging your clit with his thumb he brings you closer and closer to your climax. 

“So fucking wet. Dripping all over my fingers.” He spits out. “Gonna come already and I’m not even in you.”

Shaking as your orgasm nears, you cry out as he bites into your neck, white noise ringing in your ears as you cum. His fingers fucking you through it until your whimpering from the overstimulation.

The fog of your orgasm clears as you focus your gaze on his mouth. Blood lingers at the corner of his lips as your lips crash against his licking up into him tasting your life essence on him. 

Hands tangled up in his hair, you let one hand creep down to cup his bulge. A loud moan escaping him as you began stroking him through the fabric of his pants. Helping you shove his pants down his member sprung to attention slapping against Jungkook’s abdomen.

His cock was rock hard from the inattention, the angry red tip dribbling pre-cum. Moving to stroke him again, he stopped you.

Lifting you up against the wall to wrap your legs around his waist. “Wanna fuck your sweet little pussy.” 

Pushing your panties to the side, he positioned himself over your tight hole, sliding in bit by bit. Bottoming out he waited until you had became accustomed to his cock. His length was splitting you open deliciously, his body moulding into yours.

Squirming when you were ready, he hesitates before slamming into you. Fucking you against the wall hard, your eyes start tearing up being brought closer to the edge.

Jungkook spotting your teary eyes started fucking up into you like he was possessed.

“Gonna cry baby girl?” He grunts “My cock that good it has you crying over it?”

Loud moans become muffled as he presses a hand to your mouth. 

“You want us to get caught?” He huffs. “You would like that wouldn’t you? Getting caught doing something so unholy as fucking in a church.” 

Pulling down the front of your nightgown he bites down on your breast, groaning as he savours the taste of you.

Your tears spill over as you tip over the edge, eyes rolling back and mouth caught in a silent scream. Jungkook relentlessly pushes you through your orgasm before releasing into you. Panting against your chest he pulls out, before sticking his fingers in you to stop his cum from coming back out.

Limp against him, he manoeuvres your panties back into place before removing his fingers, sucking the mix of your release clean. 

“Good girl, you did so well.” He mumbles into your hair. “You can rest now.”

You pass out as he carries you back to his room, cleaning you up as best he can and laying you to rest on his bed. When you wake, Jungkook takes you to the bathroom, running you a bath for your sore limbs and getting food and water for you. You guess “animal attacks” aren’t so bad if they brought him to you.

[kaleidoscopek9]

ALRIGHT-

SO

I've had this list of headcannons just sitting in my notes app of my phone and I wanna put it somewhere so 👀

(These are heavily inspired by what I could gather from the skele boys in @bonelyheartsclub! I just threw in a few of my own.)

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Sans

- Does a LOT of stargazing and has quite a few space-themed knicknacks and clothes in his room. He's got a telescope too!

- Dad jokes. Any time is prime dad joke time. He's never let an opportunity slip past him.

- He's an absolute prank master. You're considered lucky if you happen to avoid the ones he's planted around the house like bombs waiting to go off.

- He's cryptic as fuck. Always giving half-true answers to every question. Occasionally he may slip up and give you a brutally honest response, but that's only with the people he trusts most, and he finds being open to be very difficult.

- He's constantly referencing memes and vine quotes from days of yore. He practically has a database of every meme ever in his head, and he doesnt let it go to waste.

- Cuddling with him is basically a one way ticket to nap-town, and you constantly find yourself waking up to him smooshed against you on the couch after dozing off. For being a skeleton, he is a surprisingly comfortable snuggler.

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Papyrus

-So much baking and cooking. It's his favorite past time, and the kitchen never smells the same when he's done making whatever he's making in there (it's 12 times out of 10 pasta) And while his cooking may be sub-par, you never say no when he asks you to try his latest dish.

- He's always up to go shopping with you. It never matters where. Malls are his favorite, especially the big grand ones with fountains and huge windows. He makes it a point to bring spare cash because you KNOW he's going to ride the mini marry-go-round even if he can barely fit in the seats.

- You two love to binge watch cooking channels. Always discussing which foods would be the most fun to make, writing down recipies, and having a hell of a time trying to pause the show at the right points to get all the information down.

- Papyrus is notorious for game nights. He's always pulling out boards and cards that you've never heard of before and never starts a game until he's absolutely certain you know the rules. Winning of course, is always his prime goal when it comes to games, but if he senses you're on a particularly rough losing streak, he MAY slip up. Occasionally. Just enough so you can win a game or two. Or five.

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Blue

- Hyper as all hell. You give him a reasonable dose of sugar or caffeine and he could power an entire city for a few hours without breaking a sweat.

- If he had been in high school, Blue would have been a theater kid. He's always humming a tune from a Broadway show or Disney movie, and he's got a pretty good collection of songs on his brother's Spotify playlist.

- This guy will blast Steven Universe music at full volume he has no shame.

- If you are ever driving somewhere with him, an aux cord is a MUST. Singing in the car is a very frequent thing with you two, and you'll only get out after the song is over.

- He likes cryptids! Mothman is his favorite and he firmly believes he exists somewhere.

- He's your workout buddy. If he manages to drag you to the gym with him, that is.

- Blue hates seeing you down in the dumps, and is always trying to cheer you up with his quirky puns and jokes to get you smiling again.

- He'd be the best motivational poster ever. Whenever he picks up that you're going through a rough spot and falling behind on self-care, he knows just what to say to put the spark back in you again.

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Stretch

- Radiates goblin energy.

- A goddamn meme lord.

- He's made two or three widely known viral videos and nobody knows it was him.

- You need someone to go to an anime convention with? Stretch is your guy. He's god awful at planning stuff out, but he'll make sure you both have a good time, no matter what happens.

- He's really big into nerd culture, and he DMs for a dungeons and dragons game every week.

- He'll occasionally smoke, but he doesnt have lungs, so he does it more for shits and giggles than anything else.

- As lazy as he seems, he is very reliable. If he knows it's something important to you, he'll get it done. Chores though, he's a lot more iffy with.

- He really likes bees.

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Red

- Talks big talk, but he's actually a huge softie.

- He's basically a big pillow with sharp teeth that can curse.

- A nervous wreck.

- His brother shops at Hot Topic. He shops at Spencer's. Very convenient.

- He's a pretty big flirt and throws out little compliments and things to butter you up from time to time.

- If you take Red into a Dave and Busters he will win the most expensive prize at the booth in about 2 hours. (He knows how to cheat at every single game)

- He's a competitive gamer, and has a pretty impressive following on Twitch.

- He can go from loud and brash to quiet and insecure in a matter of moments, depending on the situation.

- He loves to bake, although it's something he will never be caught dead doing.

- Comfort is not his strong suit, but he will defend you without a second thought.

- He can be a little clingy and will text you now and again to ask what you're up to, just to ease his mind.

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Boss

- Professionalism is his game.

- The walking embodiment of Hot Topic.

- He loves to listen to rock and screamo music. He's also got a thing for Disney villain songs.

- You need some punk biker or vampiric goth fashion advice? Boss got ya.

- Skellator Man.

- Out of all the skeletons, Boss has the biggest ego.

- He hates admitting he's wrong. He would rather DIE than admit he's fucked up something.

- "I am not nice-"

- He could kill a man with his high heels.

- If it's got spikes he'll probably wear it.

- Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsu

- Did I mention he's a cold blooded tsundere.

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Nox

- Small angery man.

- He listens to a lot of classic and instrumental music. He finds it very sophisticated.

- Wakes up obscenely early in the morning. Always followed by a cup of the most bitter coffee on the planet.

- Comes up with the best insults. He could roast someone so hard that they'd dissolve into a pile of soot. He could glare at you and you'd cease to exist. He's that good.

- WILL step on you without remorse.

- Threatens to kill someone on a daily basis.

- Very rarely has spare time for himself. He's always keeping busy doing something.

- Loves dark, dry humor. A child falling off a swing will have him laughing for a good five minutes.

- Has a stone cold poker face.

- He might have a softer side to him. You may never know because of the walls he's built up around him.

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Rus

- He absolutely adores animals. He volunteers at the local animal shelter and plans on adopting every single dog there.

- Rus has a massive sweet tooth. Donuts are his favorite, and you can easily bribe him with anything sugar coated.

- A road trip master. You put him in a camper and he knows exactly where he's going and what he's doing.

- "Going off grid, fuck yeah- I pull out my credit cards and shred 'em."

- Hiking, camping and geocaching are some of his favorite things to do. He loves to explore the wilderness and it's like he has a built-in compass for finding his way.

- His ideal date is going to a Wal-Mart and causing absolute chaos by riding bikes around and tossing all of the inflatable balls from their displays.

- Cryptidcore energy.

- Rus loves watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and ghost huntings. He's a big fan of Supernatural and Stranger Things, too.

- Stutters and slurs his words a lot. He's got some speech impediments from the gold canines in his mouth.

- A bit lacking when it comes to social skills, but he can be extremely caring and sweet.

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Ash

- Very soft-spoken and awkward. He doesn't get much social interaction and is still figuring some things out.

- He's very self-aware of the wound in his head. Whenever he has to leave the house he wears some sort of hat to cover it up.

- Practically lives in his garden. He understands plants more than he does human beings, and he spends time daily tending to whatever he's growing.

- Him and his brother are both vegetarians, and the smell or sight of meat makes them both feel sick to themselves.

- Has trouble sleeping due to his reoccurring nightmares. He will often sit in his garden late at night to help calm himself.

- Radiates soft energy. He would absolutely give the best hugs out of all the skeletons.

- Very touch-starved. Physical affection is something he rarely recieves, and he probably lingers with touches a lot longer than he should.

- Unintentionally makes God-teir jokes without realizing it.

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Poplar

- Very well-educated in a lot of things. He really likes stocking up on useless factoids and making up his own just to mess with people.

- He answers Jeopardy questions with concerning accuracy.

- He enjoys going out to eat, and he's always up to try fancy foods.

- He likes photography and reading. He is well into the Harry Potter series.

- Poplar is prepared for anything at any time. A lot of stuff doesnt phase him at all, and it's difficult to catch him off-guard.

- He's willing to try anything new, once.

- Always willing to help out with schoolwork if he thinks you're seriously struggling with it.

- He's always carrying around small planners and notebooks to write in so he can keep track of things.

[siderealscribblings]

If anything, Zelda seemed to be growing quieter and more withdrawn by the day.

At first, she had gleefully donned the mantle of diplomat, charming the Goron and Zora with years of practiced diplomacy. Her rambling, disjointed speeches on Hyrule’s reconstruction grew less animated and more insistent as time passed. As though she were convincing herself as much as Link that her scheme to reunite the fractured land post-Calamity would succeed.

There was a kind of quiet desperation to the way Zelda spoke that made Link a little uneasy. When pressed she would laugh, brush him off, and busy herself with her journal or a book she borrowed from Purah. Trying to reach her when she had so clearly withdrawn was like chopping the Deku Tree down with a butter knife. At least that would yield some progress; the more he pushed at Zelda, the more withdrawn, deflective, and forcibly cheerful she seemed to get.

In some ways, Zelda was like a great oak tree; immovable and unbreakable until it very suddenly was not.

ao3

“Tarrey Town?” Zelda asked, brow knitting in confusion. “I don’t seem to recall a town like that anywhere in my records.”

<It’s new,> Link signed with a small smirk. <Helped put it up myself.>

“You?” Zelda’s brows nearly cleared her browline. Link’s journey outside the Calamity’s influence came to her in fits and bursts; usually flashes of combat or lonely nights spent staring out over Hyrule’s expanse. The fact that he had a life in the few months he had spent taking down the Calamity’s forces was known to her...she just didn’t think he had time to erect an entire town.

<When I came back...I had to get stronger,> Link said, tapping the Master Sword with his fingertips. <She didn’t want me at first...I had to prove myself to her again. Trained with Hudson; hauling lumber and stuff.>

“Efficient,” Zelda said, privately cursing the fact that she had missed snippets of Link working out. “I didn’t think people were constructing new settlements after the Calamity.”

Link shrugged. < At some point, I think they had to move on.>

“Mm,” Zelda said non-committedly, polishing off the last of her riceball and dusting her hands on her pants. “Well, I suppose that’s…that’s comforting then.”

Link frowned, raising his hands as Zelda fished the Sheikah Slate out. “Alright, which shrine gets us closest?”

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It would have been faster to fly, but Zelda still hadn’t gotten used to diving off cliffs with only a flimsy piece of fabric to protect her from smashing against the ground. So the walk to Tarry Town gave her plenty of time to see what the people of Hyrule had done without her.

Around the edge of the island where the center of town had sprung up, the bare-bones structure of houses and farms were under construction, people coming and going with supplies or weaponry to fend off any oncoming attacks. A ring of stones on the valley floor created what looked to be the foundation for a wall that would one day rise to circle their growing town. As they grew closer, Zelda’s hands eventually found their way to his arm, gripping on to him for support or comfort as they made their way down the path towards the city.

A city .

Zelda had pictured a few ramshackle buildings; the beginnings of civilization, not civilization itself. She had thought she could be of help getting the town up on its feet only to see it standing high above her, casting a cold shadow on her as they passed under the rock formation.

“Did the local governor permit this?” Zelda asked before she realized the absurdity of her statement. Lady Seres and her family had all likely perished in the Calamity; the place where their stately manor once stood swept clean by the passage of time. The concept of property, policy, and propriety seemed somehow absurd in a world where everything had gone to hell; as though titles meant anything after Ganon struck.

<Do they need to fill out paperwork?> Link asked with a teasing smile; a question that sent chills running down her back to pool in the pit of her stomach. Zelda stopped in her tracks, arm tugging free of Link’s grip as they approached a small crowd of workers milling around a pile of lumber. Her eyes were wide, breath coming in short bursts as she took a step backwards.

“I’m...I’m sorry, I think-” Zelda swallowed, shaking her head as she noticed the clear concern on Link’s face. “Sorry, just needed to catch my breath.”

Link’s frown only deepened, taking a step closer to her as a familiar looking Gerudo woman approached them, hand resting on a clearly pregnant stomach.

“”Hoy!” Rhondson called, waving them over with a smile. “We hoped you were coming!”

Rhondson’s eyes drifted from Link to the strange Hylian vai that somehow looked like she was torn between introducing herself and running like a startled doe.

“Your friend?” Rhondson asked, raising an eyebrow as Link shook his head.

“Um...n-not exactly…” Link said, voice strained and quiet from disuse as he glanced at Zelda.

“Zelda,” Zelda said bluntly, smile plastering across most of her face and stepping past Link who didn’t fail to notice the lack of Princess on the front of her name. “I’ve, uh...heard about your settlement from Link and I wanted to see it for myself.”

Link’s stony silence did nothing to mask the suspicion and confusion in his eyes as she saddled up alongside him, gripping on to his arm as Rhondson sent Link a teasing smile.

“Well, a lot has happened since you were last here, Mr. Hero,” Rhondson said, leading them through a ramshackle construction site as Zelda took everything in quietly, eyes flickering over the faces of Hylian, Goron, and even a few Gerudo workers. “We had to relax the naming convention a little; Hudson finally relented after we reminded him there wasn’t enough people named like us in the world. I think part of him was hoping you’d put roots down here one day as well.”

Link glanced at Zelda, clearing his throat as she took the lead. Link despised using his voice unless absolutely necessary; his silent method of communication spoken only by Zora and only then underwater.

“Do you have plans to expand much further?” Zelda asked, following Rhondson across the bridge into the center of town proper. “It’s only that...well, with Castle Town free of the Calamity, I would think building there would be easier, wouldn’t it?”

“Even if the Demon King is gone,” Rhondson said, spitting as most Gerudo did when mentioning the Calamity. “The land he held for over a hundred years is bound to be stuffed with curses by now. I wouldn’t birth my girl there if you drowned me in Rupees. Not to mention those creepy statue things are still over there.”

“Freed from the Calamity’s influence,” Zelda said, coughing as Rhondson turned to look at her. “I’m sure...so I’ve heard.”

“Not taking that chance,” Rhondson said with a shake of her head. “No point in trying to resurrect an old town full of ghosts and bad memories; best to leave the past buried with the old royals that lived there.”

LInk glanced at Zelda out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her to say something. But where he was willfully silent, Zelda seemed to have been deserted by any argument she wanted to make, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed over as Rhondson steered them around town. The more they saw, the more unsettled Zelda seemed to become, breath coming in slow, deliberate breaths that seemed to be forestalling something awful.

He turned his back for a split second, and she was gone, a flash of light on the hill overlooking the town catching his eye.

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He found her bunched under a tree overlooking the valley, knees pulled up to her chest and back pressed against the rough bark as red-rimmed eyes stared mournfully out in front of her. Wordlessly, he approached her from the corner of her eye, making her aware of his presence before he sat down on the other side of the tree.

“I’m sorry…” Zelda muttered after a moment, wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand. “That was foolish of me…”

“Mm,” Link hummed as though he were reluctant to agree with her.

“I just felt like I was...coming apart,” Zelda sniffed. “And I didn’t want to do it in front of strangers.”

“Mm,” Link hummed again, shifting around the tree until he sat by her side, hips touching as she reached out to him for reassurance. Their custom of sharing a bed had lowered some of the physical boundaries between them; it spoke of something they each knew but weren’t ready to address just yet. Not when so much was uncertain outside of their little nest in Hateno Village.

“They’re doing beautifully, aren’t they?” Zelda said with a watery chuckle. “All of them...they’re all doing so well. And it’s good...it’s better than I could have imagined but…”

Link reached out, giving her leg a reassuring squeeze as she tried to piece together her thoughts.

“I thought…” Zelda let out a deep breath, shaking her head. “I don’t know what I thought...I didn’t think my kingdom would dry up and die without my family to lead it but…”

She drew up her knees to her chest, blinking back tears as she watched the world move on without her in the valley below. “I thought I would at least be needed...or wanted. I thought I would have a place in the world I had helped protect but…”

Link watched her deflate as she finally confronted the thing she had been running from for weeks. “Maybe Hyrule doesn’t need Princess Zelda anymore...maybe it never did. Maybe it’s best to let the old kingdom just...lie”

Zelda took a deep breath, looking at him with such a lost and scared look that he felt his heart ache on her behalf. “I just wish I knew what was to become of me…”

The wind rippled past them, sending flower petals tumbling through the grass as Zelda seemed too lost and tired to properly cry anymore. Link stumbled for the right words to say for a moment, starting and stopping several times before crouching down in front of her.

<What if one day you realized you weren’t meant to be a princess?> Link signed, watching Zelda’s red-rimmed eyes trace the motion of his hands. <Would you choose a different path?>

Zelda let out a weary chuckle, looking away in embarrassment. “You shouldn’t use my own words against me like that…”

<Even if you’re right?> Link countered. Zelda was silent for a long moment, listening to the revelers carry on down the hill with a wistful look in her eye.

“It feels like...giving up,” Zelda said slowly. “Like I’m just...walking away from everything my family has ever done; letting my parents down, I expect...even though they’re gone and there’s no one left to be disappointed in my choices I still feel...obligated to try and set things back to the way they used to be. As though I’m some sort of failure if I don’t…”

Link started signing something. “I know,” Zelda chuckled. “I know I’ve done something nobody else in the world can do; I know I’ve helped save the world from the Calamity and ensured that Hyrule lives to see another year, but-”

<It’s hard to become someone else,> Link signed, watching Zelda nod distantly. <Even if that’s someone you want to be.>

“And if I don’t know what I want to be?” Zelda asked, watching Link stand up and brush his trousers off.

<Then we can figure that out,> Link signed, offering her his hand as the last word left his fingertips. Zelda looked at his rough, calloused fingertips for a moment, head tilting to one side as she reached out and took it, hauling herself to her feet with a sigh.

“Impa won’t be happy,” Zelda said, eyes widening as Link signed something exceptionally rude. “ Link!”

Grabbing her hand, he tugged her back up the hill towards the glowing Sheikah shrine above them. “Wait, what about Tarry Town?”

Link shrugged, holding the Sheikah slate up to the eye on the front as the doors opened, the elevator rising seamlessly from the earth beneath her feet. He watched her eyes widen in curiosity, taking a step forward before glancing at him with an uncertain smile.

“Isn’t it dangerous?” Zelda asked. Link tapped the sword hilt on his back with a smile that could almost be mistaken for smug. “Of course…”

<You don’t want to?> Link asked, taking a step backwards. <I get it; it’s nerdy stuff. Probably not interested.>

Zelda’s brow creased into a scowl that didn’t reach the stubborn smile on her lips, marching into the cool, dark elevator and insistently looking back at her would-be guardian. “Well?”

Link stepped into the elevator, nudging her with his shoulder as the door closed and the elevator took them deeper into the earth. Surrounded by ancient technology she could spend the next hundred years studying, with Link’s shoulder brushing up against hers, Zelda felt a little less unsure of her place in this new Hyrule she had helped save.

[tomtenadia]

Island Dreams - Chapter 4

Double feature tonight! Here's chapter 4 as well. Last night I was inspired and I did managed to write a few chapters.

As usual... some Gaelic for you:

A bheil Gàidhlig agad - Do you speak Gaelic? mo charaid - my friend

Some of Elias' words seem funny, but he speaks Scots as well. And he is so damn sexy while doing it.

All the locations I mentioned they are real. Rowan's bookstore it's the only fictional place.

Happy reading!

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Aelin woke up quite late the next morning. After her fight with Rowan she had spent the day at the marina and wondered around the town. She had felt empty and could not bring herself to do anything. She finally managed to speak with Lysandra and cried. She cried her heart out and her friend had listened. Like she always did. She had gotten home later in the afternoon and felt exhausted. She spent the rest of the afternoon in the living room reading her books. That brought her joy at least, although dreaded going back to shop to collect the last book. She could not face him. Not yet. But that morning she had woken with a renewed motivation. She had prepared breakfast for herself and admitted she missed Maeve’s apple turnovers but could not risk going back there at the moment. She had to put some distance. So she ate her own breakfast, prepared a couple of sandwiches and got her backpack ready for the next adventure. Today she was driving south toward Harris. She had learned that Lewis and Harris were one big islands but Lewis was the Northern part, full of moors and peat land. Harris, was the Southern part, much rockier and with some stunning beaches and a famous road called the Golden road. Ten minutes later she was in the car and ready to go. She set her sat nav and she left. Over an hour later the sat nav announced one last turn to her final destination: Luskentyre beach. She had a look at some photos online and she could not believe such a gorgeous place existed.

She parked the car and opened the door and got out. No internet image had prepared her for the view in front of her. The beach was massive, the stretch of sand never ending and the sand was so white that it almost hurt the eyes. And the sea. It was the purest green mixed with blue that she had ever seen in her life. She was speechless. For ten solid minutes she leaned against the open door of her car and observed the stretch of paradise in front of her, incapable of doing anything else. Trying to burn in her memories the colours. She would take pictures but doubted they would ever do any justice. Finally she moved and grabbed her backpack, locked the car and walked to the beach. Once she reached the sand she removed the shoes. No way she was going to walk on that sand with her shoes on. The sun was up and the sand was warm at the touch and she let the feeling sooth her. Around her there were a few people walking dogs and couples walking hand in hand. A pang of sadness hit her, and absentmindedly she touched the spot where her wedding band should have been hating herself straight after, for missing Chaol. He made his choice. She had given him his freedom. Tears threatened to appear once again but she fought them back and resumed her walk along the beach. She followed the beach and walked in the water ignoring that it was cold. She walked for hours then she decided to sit and eat her lunch. Her sandwich was gross compared to Maeve’s and in her packed there definitely was no chocolate cake. She sighed. A young man was walking his dog and she noticed the animal coming her way. The man called him a few times, but a moment later the dog was at her feet, his tongue lolling from his mouth and was staring at her sandwich. Aelin laughed and gave him a bit and he ate eagerly. “I wouldn’t do it if I were you. You might never get rid of him.” The man was now in front of her and was scratching the dog ears. “It’s fine I was done eating anyway.” And she gave the rest of her lunch to the dog. She lifted her eyes and stared at the man. He was wearing shorts and a navy blue polo shirt. His hair was black as the night and his eyes a light blue edging on grey. Her breath caught and she felt herself blushing. “You are not a local.” He said as a matter of fact. “That obvious?” “Your accent. Definitely not from here.” His smile left her breathless. He had dimples. On both sides. He was quite cute. “Where do you bide?” Aelin looked at the man puzzled “Bide?” “Aye, where do you stay?” Understanding dawned on her. The word must have a different meaning in Scots “I am staying in Stornoway.” “Bonnie place. I live in Callanish. Ye, ken?” Aelin was stuck again. Was he even speaking English? So far all the other people had done their best to speak English with her. “Sorry, bad habit. I didn’t mean to be rude. I meant if you know Callanish.” The man sat beside her on the sand while the dog was running free on the beach. “Yes I was there a couple of days ago. I went to the standing stones. Such a fascinating place.” “I have one of the smaller circles just outside ma hoose.” He confessed turning his head to her “There are actually few more different sites scattered around the area. The main one at the visit centre is Callanish I.” He explained, then he extended his hand “I am Elias by the way. I have been yapping non stop and forgot to introduce myself.” “Aelin,” she said taking his hand. “Aelin…” her name on his tongue sounded perfection “In Gaelic means bright or shining one.” “So, are you a tourist? Visiting friends? Family? Boyfriend?” Aelin giggled “Status uncertain at the moment.” She said, then looked at Elias and explained a bit further “Tourist at the moment, but things might change.” “So, where are ye fae?” She guessed his question and she hoped she got it right “London.” She replied. “Been there for work a few times. I am an engineer and I have been down there for a few conventions.” Aelin was too busy listening at his sexy accent to pay attention to what he was saying and she felt embarrassed when she had to ask to repeat his answer. “Nae worries. I said I am an engineer and I was in London a few times for work.” “Cool what type?” The guy was fascinating and seemed much more willing to chat that a certain grumpy one back in town. “Environmental. I am working with Calmac at the moment. That’s the company that runs the ferry you used to get here if you travelled by sea.” He explained while the dog came back and licked his fingers quite happily. “I am a doctor. I was…. Still am… it’s complicated.” She cut short and noticed the confusion in his face. “Long boring story.” “What type?” “Cardio thoracic surgeon.” He whistled “bad ass woman. Love it.” His grin reached his eyes and she felt heat spread inside her. Definitely more than cute. And those dimples… She was having a good time but she had to keep going, she still had a few things to do. “I am enjoying the conversation but I still have quite a lot to cover.” She stood and turned to him. The main smiled “Of course. Care for some suggestions?” Aelin nodded. “If you are driving south, right after Borve there is another lovely beach. Stop there as well. Not as famous as Luskentyre but amazing as well. Then continue all the way down to Rodel. It’s the village at the end of the road. There is a lovely church called St. Clements. Worth visiting. Once you are past Rodel make your way back via the Golden road. It’s a very narrow road but it’s a pleasure to drive if you want an Hebridean adventure. Once you are almost at the top before Tarbert, make sure you stop in Drinisiader. There is a fascinating wee museum about Harris Tweed. But just hide your purse. They have some amazing stuff and you might want to buy the entire shop. Then you are in Tarbert and from there it’s an easy drive back to Stornoway.” “Tapadh Leat.” She said and Elias gave her a huge grin in response. “A bheil Gàidhlig agad?” He asked and she realised she had to stop trying to use Gaelic. “I just know thank you and good morning.” She explained almost embarrassed. “That’s okay, lass. I am not a native speaker either. I learnt it later on in life. My parents don’t actively speak it, but my gran did. It was the only way I had to communicate with her. My parents were parts of the generation that grew being taught that speaking Gaelic was not proper, so they never did. My mum understands it because of course her mother was a speaker. But she used her dad to translate. It’s a very long complicated story.” He stopped and looked at her. “Looks like we both have a complicated story to tell each other.” Aelin’s stomach fluttered in excitement. He grabbed his wallet and removed a business card from it. “Sorry for being so direct, but you seem quite an interesting person. Call me or message me if you need a guide.” He held the card to her and Aelin debated for a moment whether to take it or not. Lysandra had told her to go to Scotland, enjoy herself and get a Scottish man in the process and forget her ex husband. She took the card “I’ll call you.” “Do it, mo charaid.” She smiled warmly, grabbed her backpack “It was nice meeting you, Elias.”

She was driving along the Golden road and she had to admit that the road was a real adventure. Large enough for a small car to pass, she had to constantly focus on the road to avoid ending in a ditch or in a loch beside the road. But no matter the stress, she was loving it. Until the sheep arrived. One moment she was alone on the road. The next moment she was surrounded by sheep. A massive flock stretched for some length along the road. She got off the car, she took a picture and sent it to Lysandra with the caption traffic jam in the Hebrides. A moment later the phone rang. “Are you kidding me?” “No Lys, I swear I am surrounded by sheep. They are everywhere and I can’t go anywhere. Guess someone will come and collect them soon.” She heard Lysandra laugh “Sounds like you are having a great time.” “I am.” she confessed not entirely convinced. The memory of the fight with Rowan still stung and she was wracking her brain to find a way to fix things with him. She was… intrigued by him. He was brooding, infuriating and handsome at the same time. Plus he was the owner of a bookstore which was not bad. She wanted to be his friend but it looked like he was not interested. He had made that abundantly clear. Nothing I want to give you. Tears threatened to appear once again but she fought, not willing to let sadness spoil such a lovely day. So she had decided to put some distance. She would go to get her book when it arrived and then limit her visits to his shop, for as much as it pained her. He didn’t want to have anything to do with her. Well, she was granting him his wish. “How is going with Aedion?” She changed the subject. “Well, we have only been on a date but he’s great.” “Already planning your wedding?” Aelin joked and Lysandra laughed in reply. “Nah, just imagining having sex with him for now.” “Eew. I didn’t need to know that” “Seriously… the man has amazing hands and I spent the evening thinking what he can do with them. And if all the other parts are just as big as the rest of the body…” “Eewww. Ewwww and eeeeew.” “Since when you are such a prude?” Aelin laughed she wasn’t but she had no interest in listening her best friend talk about her boyfriend’s body parts. “Get a move on finding a man of your own and then you can fantasise about his body parts.” For a brief moment Aelin’s mind thought about Rowan’s hands and… No, stop. She could not go there. That was dangerous territory. “We’ll see.” Was all that she added. “I need you to come back to me happy.” “What if…” she paused for a second “what if I am not coming back?” “What do you mean?” In the distance Aelin noticed a tractor and the sheep began moving again. “Sheep are moving. Gotta go back home.” “Ok. Keep me posted.” She say bye to Lys and she was positive she felt a note of sadness in her friend’s voice.

The sheep finally moved and she spent the journey home mulling over what she had said to Lys. She could not see herself going back to London. Something had broken inside her. Maybe it was her that was broken. With her skills and experience she could easily find another job in another hospital. So why the rejection from one place hurt so much? And Chaol… London was a very big place, the chances of her bumping into him on the streets were minimal. However, they had loads of friends in common. She would have to give up her friends to avoid him. Give up her gym, her favourite bookstore and cafe, because he was a regular in those places too. She would have to give up her life to avoid him and the pain that seeing again would bring. She had felt relieved after the divorce. She still had no regrets. But forgetting almost a decade together was proving more difficult than she expected. She pushed on the breaks quite hard, forced the door open and run to the field near the road. And then she collapsed on her knees and screamed, letting out all the frustration festering in her. Her hands began shaking and she felt the symptoms of a panic attack starting to manifest. Breathing was getting harder. So Aelin stayed in the filed, and cried and shook. Until she had no more tears left in her.

[jinterlude]

Bangtan Anime Club Recruitment Event

Welcome to the Bangtan Anime Club! 

Do you love all things related to Japanese culture? Are you looking for fellow manga & anime lovers to discuss and gush over the latest episode? Maybe squeal over a certain “waifu/husbando”? Then look no further than the newly established Bangtan Anime Club created by a few fantastic people at BHQ! Our recruitment period will last for the entire month. We encourage all writers to reblog this official post so that people can follow and request a little something! When posting your drabbles, please tag them with #bhqdrabbles, so that some of the club managers can see; however, it is not a requirement to do so. 

Now, when the recruitment month is coming to a close, the club managers will randomly select three participating authors and give them a special shout out in the network’s discord server! Suppose you personally attend our excellent school (basically a member of @bangtan-headquarters​). In that case, I hear from the school president that you will be getting some fantastic perks, which you can check them out here! 

But wait... there’s more! One incredible bonus to participating and being a member of BHQ is that one winner, who will be randomly chosen, will receive a gift card for Crunchyroll, which will allow you one month of premium membership! 

Please reach out to your local sports anime-loving manager, @jinterlude​​​ & your local fantasy anime-loving manager, @nightowls388​​​ , if you have any questions! 

A special shout out to @kimtaehyunq​ for this amazing header! 

Without further ado, let’s check out the list of requirements to join the club! 

» If you’re curious as to what’s already been written, then check out the masterlist here! «

➟ Anime Inspirations: 

Naruto

Bleach

Daily Lives Of Highschool Boys

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Fairy Tale

One Piece

Pokémon

Sailor Moon (strong heroines)

Boku no Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Sports - Diamond no Ace, Haikyuu, Free, Prince of Tennis, Kuroko’s no Basuke, etc.

Spirited Away

Howl’s Moving Castle

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Princess Mononoke

�� Location Prompts: 

Lunch in a university café

University Club

Training Room

Anime Convention

Magical Arena

Sports Field/Gym

School Yard

Shoe Locker

Exam Room

➟ Dialogue Prompts:

“You’re such a baka! I hate you!”

“All you ever do is train to be a ninja! I want you to take me on dates!”

“I’m a Pokémon trainer.”

“Being Hokage is totally lame.”

I will protect you - no matter what the cost.”

“Keep your mouth shut or both our lives will be in danger.”

“My Nakama is everything to me.”

“Are you stupid? You could have gotten killed!” “I don’t care, I had to save you.”

“Empty words, prove it with action.”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.”

“To hate something that you used to love is such a painful feeling.”

“Even if everyone in the whole world dies, I won’t care, as long as my beloved survives.”

“Sometimes the things that matter most are right in front of you.”

“Only old men think that men are better than women these days!”

“People don’t fall in love based on looks. That’s a scientific fact!”

➟ Scenario Prompts: 

Person A discovers Person B has a secret. They’re a Magical Warrior who fights evil beings alone every night.

Person A runs away from your village and Persona B tries to bring them back.

Person A is sitting alone at an anime convention and Persona B invites them to join their group of friends.

Person A falls into a magical spring that makes them shift between genders. Person B falls in as well, but they shift into a giant panda or animal of writer's choice.

Person A and Person B are regulars on the school’s sports team who are fighting for their manager’s attention, Person C.

Person A has an important sporting game of writer's choice coming up and has been overworking themselves in preparation. Person B reminds them to slow down and take care of themselves.

Persona A lives in a world where superpowers flourish and superheroes run the world. The only problem is Person A was born without powers. Persona B decides to give their powers to Persona A for the reason of the writer's choice.

Person A recently adopted a new cat that seemed very friendly at the store. As time goes on, Person A notices their cat disappears for days at a time, and each time it returns home brings with it a strange magical item.

Persona A is out walking one night and suddenly hears someone say hey. When they turn around to look, they see a group of seven strange cats standing under a street lamp.

Person A is fed up with dating, so they decide to order a custom made robot boyfriend off the website "Absolute Boyfriend."

Person A moves to a new town/school and is the only one that notices that one (or seven) of their classmates are OBVIOUSLY not human but no one else notices and think they're weird when they bring it up

Person A joins an elite culinary school only to find that Person B (their rival) has joined.

Person A has dreamed of becoming a Pokémon trainer their entire life and traveling the world solo. However, Person B, their rival suddenly challenges them to a battle, with the condition that if they win, Person A must never let their side.

Person A is a college student in a normal world when suddenly they get a knock on the door and it turns out to be their favorite anime asking for help.

Person A can see spirits. Being around one of the seven men, makes the spirits disappear. One takes notice to Person A only to find out they are promised to them.

How it works - please don’t feel pressure to use all the prompts/inspiration:

Example A: “ Hi there! Can I request Jungkook + Haikyuu!Verse + “You’re such a baka! I hate you!”

Example B: “Hm. JiKook+ Shoe Locker + Scenario Prompt #5!”

You can mix and match any of the prompts/inspiration as you see fit! We can’t wait to see the results!

*note: it is also perfectly okay that you specialize in one anime/mange genre!

Current Club Members:

@guktro

@nightowls388

@flurrys-creativity

@jinterlude

@joopiterjoon

@honeyj00ns​

@shinekookie​

[army-of-smol]

W: Due to the constant demands from other staff we have devised a list of things Draedon is not allowed to do. (please keep in mind that this list is subject to change)

1 Draedon is not allowed to replicate the gohrgogahnta

2 Draedon is not allowed back at the temple of omnis

3 Draedon is not allowed to mass produce fridges so he can stick himself to them

4 Draedon, under no circumstances, is allowed to have alchohol and anyone caught giving him any will be severely punished

5 Draedon is not allowed to spend absurd amounts of resources on armies of small robots (they are cute but we need those for more important things)

6 Draedon is not allowed to use innocent people or animals for testing

7 Draedon is not allowed to create or distribute drugs of any kind

8 Draedon is not allowed to make modifications to himself without the approval of two higher ranking individuals

9 Draedon is not allowed to use brimstone flames to make nukes

10 Draedon is no longer allowed to modify his particle smasher (see incident 246)

11 Draedon is no longer allowed to make deals with anything resembling a god

(see incident 259)

12 Draedon is to under no circumstances, allow the living black hole and ceaseless void to come in contact in any way

13 Draedon is not allowed to replace the ammo in any of the auric knight's weapons with any of the following: confetti, birdseed, salt, nuts, bolts, nuts and bolts, screws, or sexual lubricant

14 Draedon is not allowed to divide by zero, or tell any other sentient A.I. to do the same

15 Draedon is not allowed to use transmutation magic of any kind

16 Draedon is not allowed to overclock the rocket powered spinny chair

17 Draedon is not allowed into town without an escort

18 Ceaceless void is not a trash compactor

19 Polterghast is not to be used to dispose of failed bio experiments (we don't need that thing getting any stronger)

20 Draedon is no longer allowed to play clerics on dnd

21 Draedon is not allowed anywhere near humans beneath the age of 18

22 forum trolls, hackers, annoying children, or any online nuisance is not a viable test subject

23 Draedon is not allowed to use the word "accident" as an excuse

24 Draedon is not: a superhero of any sort, orientation for new staff, or made out of bacon

25 Draedon is not from another timeline and cannot issue orders to "preserve the timeline" or "corrupt the timeline" or "screw with the history nerds"

26 Chainsaws are not the answer to every question, nor is "more chainsaw" or "chainsaw cannons" except for that one time, and yes it was awesome

27 Draedon is not allowed to

"spank the monkey"

"shock the monkey

or do anything else related to the monkey

28 If it involves doing something wrong, it isn't right

29 if it involves something right, you did it wrong

30 If Draedon has to ask, it's above his clearance level, if it's above his clearance level

RUN

40 Draedon is not allowed to declare war on any country, thing or person

41 Draedon is not allowed to contribute to this list

42 The temple's funds are not to be used to purchase pornography

43 Draedon is not allowed to use fan conventions as sources for test subjects, ESPECIALLY not furry conventions

44 "For the emperor" is not a good justification for any decision

55 "My evil twin did it" is no longer a viable excuse, neither is "my good twin did it" considering the implications

56 Draedon is not allowed to lace "orgasm muffins" with EX-lax

AGAIN

57 Any proposal with the phrase "metric fuck load" is to be denied IMMEDIATELY

58 Draedon is no longer allowed to play "hippocratic oath chicken" with any of the medical staff

59 A full minute of stunned silence means "my god what have you done" not "please continue"

60 Pranks placed into new staff's desks are not funny because they "liquified in record time"

61 Using radio telescopes to contact omniscient and omnipotent extraterrestrial entities will result in a bill for any damage to local space-time, including the cost of demoting objects to dwarf planet status

62 Draedon is not allowed to offer the solution of "use more guns" to any problem or "get bigger guns"

63 the "Tamlin House School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" is just a plain bad idea

64 Yes, empirical evidence is the foundation of science. Yes blind faith is the death of reason.

No this does not logically imply that anyone is ethically obligated to demonstrate the existence of breasts under laboratory conditions

65 Draedon is not allowed to upload images of memetic hazards to any image board

(Ok maybe 4chan, you'd be doing the gene pool a service)

66 Draedon is no longer allowed to accept or use the following as payment for bets:

your soul, anyone else's soul, virgin blood, reproductive organs, memories (real or imagined), pieces of your past (I have no idea how he did it but apparently he can), the island of Manhattan, beads, first-born children, second-born children or red-headed stepchildren

67 Draedon is not allowed to use examples from Star Trek when administering Turing tests to artificial intelligence of any sort. Computer hardware doesn't grow on trees damnit!

68 Draedon is not allowed to send anything to the past, future, or alternate dimensions

69 "Challenge accepted" is not a valid excuse for anything

70 Excessive force is not "the force" and using it does not make Draedon a jedi

71 Draedon is no longer allowed to sit in the corner and twiddle his thumbs

72 Draedon is no longer allowed anywhere NEAR anything resembling a nuclear weapon

(let gem town be the last victim)

73 If Death Weaver says don't do it, Don't

74 Ancients or their descendants are not test subjects

75 Draedon and Aura of the Moon are not allowed within 200ft of eachother

76 Draedon is not allowed to fire the moon at anything! AGAIN!

77 Draedon is not allowed to have drugs of ANY sort! Except marijuana. That's like, the only thing that placates him

78 [REDACTED]... [REDACTED] hard....

79 We do NOT need a 1:1 scale Toppa Tengen Gurren Lagann

80 Providence shouting "harder daddy" should be taken as a reason to STOP!!

[leah-halliwell92]

Touches

Summary: Both alive by cheer luck, Dracula and Zoe find each other in a strange predicament. Both make the unanimous decision to leave London behind for the country side to give their senses some time to wind down. What happens when another vampire knocks on their door seeking refuge?

“You know you could just sing the first thing that pops into your mind and see if we are fated,” Dracula suggested from his place in the cozy fire lit living room of the cottage they lived in.

Zoe scoffed at that and sat on the chair opposite him all the while saying, “Song or not it would make sense that we are mated. There is too much history between us for there not to be.”

Dracula hummed at that resisting the urge to roll his eyes keeping his gaze on the book he’d been reading. He knew she’d have a point if there had been any proof of a link from the time he met Agatha. He’d sang his song to her and nothing happened. He figured that it was in the bloodline, Zoe is her descendant after all. Meaning if nothing happened in the beginning of his interaction with the Helsing bloodline then nothing will. And she wondered why the brides.

He’d decided he did regret what happened to Johnny. He’d practically heard the song in his blood smelt it through Mina’s in the convent. He should have respected the sanctity of the bond and now he’s paying the price. Eternity with not mate is a lonely existence despite having lived almost 6 centuries on his own.

While not a mated, for fated, pair both found a surprisingly peaceful platonic way of living...after she convinced him to at least “harvest” their life source through more inconspicuous means. He’d agreed and decided to take a major step and get a part time in the small town’s local blood bank.

“I need to learn control anyway,” he’d told Zoe when she’d given him a bewildered disbelief filled look.

And he meant that, he’d needed to take control of his thirst especially since he wishes to spend more time in the sun after so long away from her warmth.

That had been nearly six months ago.

To date the pair did not know how they came back, the foundation didn’t know how they came back and they most certainly did not know how Zoe was still human. If there is a God he thank him for at least allowing this small mercy. He didn’t want Zoe to fall prey to the foundation’s experiments just because he’d accidentally turned her. He didn’t need Agatha in his head more that she already was because he’d subjected Zoe to the experimentation of her human colleagues.

“Do you think they’re out there Dracula?” He heard Zoe ask curiously.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response curious as to where this line of questioning is going.

“Our songs,” she said plainly.

“I lost of finding mine long ago,” he said honestly closing the book, “And at this point I don’t think they exist for me.”

Zoe tilted her head to the side in curiosity, he felt Agatha doing the same.

He sighed and stood as he saw the late hour on the grandfather clock behind her chair in the far wall.

“It’s late,” he said and stood putting the closed book on the coffee table.

“Why?” He heard her ask curiosity still in her voice.

He turned to face her brows up at her question.

“Why do you think they don’t exist?” She asked.

He chuckled at that and said, “You've drank my blood...think about it.”

With that he left her to her thoughts with a quiet, “Sleep well,” and left to his room.

It’s 11 pm and the question Zoe asked him was still doing pinwheels in his head. He twisted and turned in bed attempting to fall asleep before breathing a restless sigh and pulling off the blankets and getting out of bed. He made his way to the ensuite bathroom and splashed some water on his face sighing into the towel as he dried his face, ignoring his reflection as much as possible, before tugging at the waist band of his black boxers exposing his left hip where words lay.

I'm blinded by the lights No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch I'm drowning in the night Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

The area where second verse of the stanza is had been scarred over badly from a battle injury long ago making it difficult for him to read the rest. His marks had changed over the years of his unlife, some had come and gone in what looked like the blink of an eye. It hadn't been until one hundred years or so before one Jonathan Harker had paid him a visit that these markings had appeared and hadn’t changed since, which he’d found odd.

He ran a finger over the words and sighed allowing himself to feel the loneliness he’d fought to bury over his centuries. It had taken him almost dying to learn that you don’t run or hide from your feelings, your heart or the human side you thought you’d long since buried.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice said from behind him.

He looked up to find Zoe looking at him in worry through their reflexions on the mirror.

“Nothing worth mentioning,” he said pulling his boxers back in place before turning to her with an inquisitive brow up and a question on his tongue.

“I did knock,” she said hands raised in a sign of surrender.

He sighed and reached for a pair of sweats the hung on the towel bar before noticing she looked like she had just gotten back from her evening walk.

“But there is a reason you’re here I gather,” he says as he puts them on.

She nodded and approached clearly not affected by his naked chest and said, “We both know the type of creatures that live in the woods near us, bar us I mean.”

He nodded urging her to go on.

“But I have to admit, there were some new noises there tonight that I’d never heard before,” she said and walked out of his bathroom to his window and looking out, “I heard running and climbed on top of the nearest tree like you taught me before hearing a second set of footsteps these more calm than the first and found it more than a little odd. There’s usually no out there after dark Dracula you know this. Question is what would humans be doing in the middle of the woods?”

He had to admit she had a point and put on a grey t-shirt and joining her by the widow.

He looked at the tree line his brows furrowed as he scanned the line.

“What did the other noises sound like to you?” He asked.

“Growling...” she said and gave the tree line her own sweep, “But not from any animal I’d ever heard from the animals that live there.”

“Do you still have that runner’s backpack?” He asked before flying through their home checking that all the lights where off.

“Wai–”

“Shh,” he said putting his hand over her mouth.

Now she was alarmed. She’d never seen Dracula so shaken before and to see him act like this was cause for concern. She didn’t want to think what could be out there that could trigger him so strongly but knew she’d stumbled on the answer during her run...they are no longer the only vampires in the area.

She nodded in answer to her question.

He nodded and put the pointer finger of his free hand over his lips, “Shhhh.”

She nodded and took a calming breath as he took his hand back.

He pointed to her running shoes and she got the hint. If they were to be as quiet as they needed to be she’d have to leave them behind.

They made quick work of gathering the wooden stakes and throwing them in the pack before walking into the half-moon lit night.

He made sure their home was secure before closing his eyes and taking a deep (unnecessary) breath.

Zoe was about to ask what he was doing when she heard the familiar huffing of wolves.

“They will follow behind us just in case,” he said as he started walking toward the tree line his demeanor one Zoe had never seen on him before.

He looked every bit the predator he’d warned her he could be but never took to heart. She isn't stupid, she knew they are top of the food chain predators. But one thing is hearing it and another is seeing him shift and break away from his gentleman’s veneer and let his inner beast out. From seeing this alone she knew she has many things to learn still.

She followed just a few steps behind him as they ran through the woods looking every bit like his second in their coven. She saw him take a deep breath taking in the scents that lingered in the air.

He growled as he recognized one of the two scents in the air.

Zoe looked at him question in her eyes.

“My maker seemed to have another on his sights,” he said with a growl eyes red and his fangs out.

00//00//00

A/N: Like and reblog if you liked the first part!! Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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[cafedanslanuit]

(1/2) Hello! Could I please have an OM/MysMess matchup? I am a cis hetero girl with pale skin, dark brown hair down to below my shoulders and blue eyes. I'm 170 cm tall and kinda chubby. I like anime (JJBA is a recent obsession of mine...), sketching, learning interesting stuff, food, and my family. I also briefly enjoyed being in a robotics club in high school. As for dislikes, I can't think much of anything. I've also never been in a relationship, so don't know what I'd be like in one.

(2/3)*Other people have described me as easy to talk to. I don't know if that's necessarily true, I act pretty different at home from when I am with other people, more energetically. I'd like to think I'd be pretty versatile when it comes to dates, I don't mind the place and time as long as we have fun. Clubs are kind of a no go mostly though... I don't really like them. Too exhausting.

(3/3)As for hobbies, I like drawing mainly, but acting wuth a local amateur team in my town is fun too. I also take part in helping organise a Christmas village in my town, made by volunteers, every year. I don't know if this helps but I'm a Taurus Hufflepuff INFP.

Hi @semiotakume ~ I match you with Leviathan!

Imagine your afternoons indulging yourself in anime marathons alongside this demon. Just perfect.

He loves to look at your previous sketches, and yes, he will obviously ask you to draw Ruri-chan. He’ll even commission it if you’re on the fence about drawing her. Art of his favourite 2d girl by his favourite 3d girl is the ultimate dream for him.

He’s not a club person either, so don’t worry about it. If you’re not in his room, he’ll drag you to conventions or to merch stores to see if Levi’s order has finally arrived.

He will spoil you with any figurines or manga you may want from the store. You’re looking too long at an item and bam, he’s got his wallet out.

Most of his brothers tease him because he talks non-stop about things they don’t really care about. He got used to it, but you’re so easy to talk to and so willing to hear him out while actually being interested in what he says--- you know his demon heart is beating faster by the second.

He hasn’t dated anyone either (no, Levi, 2d doesn’t count) so he’ll be ecstatic to discover all his firsts with you. Be patient with him and he’ll be patient with you.

And regarding Mysme, I match you with Saeran!

I had been waiting so much for a Saeran matchup you have no idea but this is cute

Watching you draw gives him serotonin for days. He doesn’t know why, it’s like a weird kind of asmr, but watching your face as you create art and the noises you make while doing that, sends him to the roof.

The first Christmas you spent together, you encouraged him to join you and help with the Christmas village. He was a lot insecure a first and not really in the mood for Christmas (you know his Christmases as a child weren’t the best), but that experience changed him. He really enjoyed being able to be in a project that made so many kids smile. Maybe he hadn’t been able to enjoy it as a kid, but it warmed his heart to see what he could do for others. Also, the way you talked with the little kids made his heart flutter.

He will never admit to it, though.

He’s been through hell and doesn’t really like talking to it to people other than his therapist and you. You were so patient and willing to hear him out that he knew you were a safe space for him and now he feels really good to confide in you.

Since neither of you like going to the club, most of your dates are spent at his garden. Since he and Saeyoung moved into another house after everything that happened, he built a beautiful garden on the backyard. You love going there with him and have a picnic together, or lie on the grass at night and look at the stars.

[thegrimzuera]

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down into a real-life, real BAD fanfic.

So for the sake of privacy, we’ll say that my name is Zoe. I was raised in heteronormative, Midwestern suburbia. Now for the most part I adore my family and I loved my childhood, but in this case it did not work to my advantage. You see, nobody ever told me I could be gay. Just slipped their minds, I guess. Oops? So for most of my adolescence I walked around like a chump, thinking I was straight. I mean, straight people, you do you! It just didn’t work for me. That in and of itself is Bad Fanfic Trope #1.

I dated this guy on and off throughout high school. We’ll call him Chad. I liked Chad quite a bit. He was nerdy and we had nice conversations. For some reason we just couldn’t click well enough to maintain our relationship long enough that it became permanent (hint: because I was GAY...!). Honestly, we don’t even need to dwell on Chad that much. He’d be the least important part of this story if it weren’t for the fact that during one of our “off again” phases, he met and fell right in love with a person who we’ll dub Sarah.

Here’s where it gets juicy.

Now I’d never met her, but everyone said that Sarah was just like me—but cooler. We were both cute little emo girls, we both liked anime and weird music, and we both for some unknown reason liked Chad. Sarah also had this really amazing accent because she had moved to the states from Wales. All of Chad’s friends called her “British Zoe.” Come to think of it, that title made me a little bitter towards Sarah, and if Sarah ever heard about it, it may have contributed to her feeling bitter towards me too. Of course, being directed to compete over Chad didn’t help.

So Chad dated Sarah for a while, but it was fine, because Chad and I were going to stay friends like the mature 18-year-olds we were. Even though I was still insanely jealous of this mysterious and unattainably cool Sarah person. It was during this time that I figured I liked girls (and boys, I still thought) and as I was toying with the idea of telling Chad about my newly discovered bisexuality, he informed me that Sarah had also come out as bi. Interesting, isn’t it? 👀

I had the opportunity to meet Sarah once. We all went to an anime convention together, and I distinctly remember taking a deep breath beforehand and deciding that this was the day Sarah and I would become friends. There was no need for me to be jealous! If she was as cool as everyone said, then imagine how great a friendship would be. But I was shy. And she was shy. And we had all that baggage between us. I went home that day feeling alienated and disappointed.

Now things began to get messy, because conflicting feelings often do that. I’ll spare you the ugly details, but tell you that my friendship with Chad ended quite abruptly when I discovered that he’d been juggling both Sarah and I romantically at the same time. So I split, made a life for myself 50 miles away, and that was that.

Except it wasn’t. Fast forward about six years—one marriage, one child, one mental breakdown and revelation, and a divorce later. I moved back to my hometown, and one night I walked down the winter streets on the East side with a good friend of mine. I didn’t often come to these parts because I was raised on the opposite side of the city and it was unfamiliar to me. This was actually the first time I’d been here in about...hmm, six years? But one coincidence is all it takes I suppose.

As we walked along, I happened to glance into the front window of a restaurant just off the sidewalk. I had to do a double take, because there was no way that after six years and only one meeting I would immediately recognize...Sarah? Also Chad 😒 I did not say hello. I didn’t know what to do at all! After a mini meltdown, I decided that the best thing I could do was to reach out to Chad on social media.

In truth, I’d wished over the years that I could repair my friendship with Chad—wished that things had played out differently. If we all hadn’t been so dumb, maybe I wouldn’t have lost that friendship. To my great surprise, Chad was very friendly when I reached out. We arranged a time to meet up for coffee, and for several hours we talked and reconciled everything that had happened. We caught up on life, and Chad said that I should hang out with him and his friends—and Sarah—sometime.

I remember the first time I got to spend time with Sarah. It was shortly after that first coffee that Chad, Sarah, and I went to a local pinball bar to play and have drinks. We got together to play board games and have dinner around that time as well. In both instances, I was floored by Sarah’s kindness to me. Despite both of us being rather quiet by nature, we had easy conversation. I also remember feeling like such a dork in comparison. Me and my carefully curated outfits and sculpted hair were overdone and pretentious when compared to Sarah’s shaved head and relaxed wardrobe of black tank tops and some of the coolest pants I’ve ever seen. It was all so effortless for her.

Damn, I wanted so badly to be her friend! Chad kept encouraging me that Sarah thought I was really cool too, but I just didn’t believe it. When I learned that Chad would be moving out of state, I realized I had to stake my claim on Sarah’s friendship fast.

We all got together at Sarah’s new apartment for potentially one last time. Merely stepping foot into this place had my desire to be a part of Sarah’s world skyrocketing. The apartment sat on the East side of town, less than a hundred feet from the very restaurant window where I’d first saw her. It was on the upper level of an old, hipster coffee shop for goodness sake. If I didn’t want to be friends with Sarah just to be friends with her, I certainly wanted to For The Aesthetic.

That night I also met the person we’ll call Katie. This was Sarah’s new roommate. I could just tell as we interacted that evening that something good would come of this. At least, I hoped so. I largely contribute my lasting friendship with Sarah to Katie’s presence, because Katie has such a way about them. They can take even the most shy and awkward folks like me and get them laughing like fools. A little alcohol may have helped as well.

I lamented that night about how lonely I had been, and I did so out loud. That really should be embarrassing, but I’m nothing but grateful for my clumsy and pathetic tongue, because it allowed Sarah to open her mouth and invite me into her life.

“You can be my friend,” she offered earnestly. “Once Chad leaves I won’t really know what to do with myself, so you’re welcome here any time. I mean it!”

And hot damn, was I going to take her up on that. I came home that night absolutely elated. I had found a place to belong. I wrote songs and poetry about how happy I was. I told my parents how happy I was. I had never felt so hopeful, right down to the tips of my fingers. Flowers could have grown straight from my chest that night.

A week or so later, I had plans to have dinner with Sarah, Katie, and another friend of theirs, Rose. I was growing connections. That was also the week that I discovered Sarah and Chad had broke up because of some deeply rooted trash-bag tendencies he’d been revealed to have. We won’t go into that, but Chad was out of the picture, and somehow that raised the stakes. I had no training wheels now, not even in the form of an out-of-state buddy who could encourage me that Sarah truly did want my friendship.

Fortunately, what came to be on that evening with the three almost-strangers was the beginnings of the most instantaneous, wild, and addictive friendship of my life. We talked about everything. We discussed heartbreak, joy, pain, existence as a whole. We sat on a rooftop deck and gazed at the stars, and we immediately planned a get together for the following night where we would meet Lena and Emma, and our core group of instant best friends would be complete.

I can only describe this friendship as a whirlwind romance. These were the true loves of my life, and it had all started with laying eyes on Sarah by means of coincidence or fate that night in the winter—after years of tension and competition! Talk about an Enemies to Friends arc.

But I’m not even done yet.

As I mentioned, our little group became inseparable. We spent all of our time together and poured more energy into our friendship than I had ever given or been given by another adult person. I learned that these people were the coolest to ever exist, and that they thought I was cool too. I finally l believed it, because they wouldn’t allow me to doubt. This was a fierce love.

For some reason, with all this fierce love, I always found myself dying to get closer to Sarah. Closer and closer yet. I also felt particularly protective of my friendship with her. I think this had everything to do with the fact that our friendship was so ill-fated and had been thwarted many times before. I promised myself that I would never let anything or anyone come between us. Sarah was my number one concern.

You can see where this was going.

Bad Fanfic Trope #2: Enemies to Friends [to Lovers]

Now let me just take a pause in our literary journey to tell you some of the reasons I fell for Sarah. Consider this a montage of sorts:

For being a very shy, very introverted person, Sarah lives loudly. She’s the one to show up in the most fabulous, effortlessly cool outfit you’ve ever seen. We once went on a walk to the park with mine and Emma’s kids—Sarah wore black leather hammer pants. She has about ten thousand pairs of black boots, each one unique and quietly elaborate. She just exists this way, never looking like she tries too hard or had to even put thought into her appearance. She just is.

Sarah also loves to dance. And she’s good at it. This was another thing that surprised me, I suppose because I figured that as a self-proclaimed awkward person like myself, she would be too timid to dance. But Sarah can and will dance to anything. Sarah will dance in silence. Sarah also knows and loves every song known to humankind. I’m talking tens of thousands of songs—she knows the lyrics, the albums, the artists, and probably the life stories of said artists.

Sarah is an artist herself. She draws, paints, and does pottery. For my birthday, she threw me the first party I’d had since my absolute failure of a sweet sixteen (in and around eight years prior), baked me the most delicious lavender cupcakes I’ve ever tasted (oh yes! Sarah also is a master in the kitchen!), and gave me the coolest, trippiest, handmade cup. It is my favorite cup. I would probably murder if this cup asked me to.

Most importantly, Sarah is the most kind, gracious, emotionally intelligent person I know. I’ve always been astounded by her ability to forget our past and extend such grace to me. Despite the way we met, she welcomed me into her life. She’s always the first one to check in not just on me, but on all of our friends and even people who have wronged her to be sure that we are all okay. Sarah understands people. She understands feelings and can express them so beautifully when she’s actually given the chance.

We’ve done the whole nine yards over the last year since we met (er, met again). I’m talking midnight kisses, bed sharing, romantic dinners, slow dancing, regular dancing. The problem was in figuring out if it meant anything, because when all your friends are gay, this sort of thing can be confusing.

Nobody told me to feel this way. A smart person would have told me not to. A smart me would have listened. But I love the feeling of falling, so I allowed it. I allowed it and clung to it. It actually happened quite fast. Sarah and I have always been honest with each other; it was something I prioritized due to our rocky beginning. So, when I realized my feelings for her, I wasted no time in asking her on a date.

Sarah said yes, but she also told me she wasn’t sure where she wanted this to go or if she was ready for anything serious. Her relationship with the trash bag had left her pretty severely wounded, and she was understandably still healing from that. And so together we agreed that this would be a date without expectation.

Sarah also told me that she’d never been on a proper date before. Trash bag had never bothered to do that. This was just more motivation to make this a good date. Not to pat myself on the back too hard, but I did a great job. I am good at treating people right. We went axe throwing (yes, very gay, I know), and then had dinner and drinks.

All seemed well, I was happy, she was happy. But, since we agreed that it was a casual date, I didn’t want to apply any pressure by asking her out again too quickly. So I waited and tried to play my hand wisely.

Now during this time, COVID cases were on the rise in my area and in the rest of the country. Hangouts in our tiny group had been easy and safe up until this point because of the nice summer weather and Sarah’s outdoor, rooftop deck where we usually would gather. Winter in the Midwest, however, made that impossible.

Now I thought I might lose my mind if I couldn’t see my people for the entire winter. Fortunately, Sarah asked me to be her “plus one” of sorts—each of the roommates in her apartment got to choose one. Katie chose their partner, and the third roommate in the apartment chose his partner. Sarah chose me.

I say again, you can see where this is going.

Sarah confessed to me that she felt lonely and jealous of her roommates romantic lives. They had partners, she didn’t. They were in love, she wasn’t. But here I was.

Bad Fanfic Trope #3: Fake Dating AU

Now I know what you’re thinking. Why would I do this? Why would Sarah do this? Why, Zoe? Why?

Emotions are a very persuasive bastard, I’ll tell you that. Besides, it made Sarah happy, and I got to go over to my favorite apartment with my favorite person. We actually spent quite a lot of time together in this days.

One particularly magical night for me was the walk we took around a local college campus. This was near Christmastime, so the surrounding houses were all lit up with colored lights and the atmosphere just hit different. Even being out in the open, it felt intimate. We came across the most oddly placed bus stop in the parking lot. Truly it was an island out at sea—it just looked like it didn’t belong there, a little glass building with citrus light leaking out of it.

“That’s a portal,” Sarah joked, spotting it at the same time as me.

I laughed, but I was actually serious when I asked her, “Should we go through?”

So we did. We ventured to the middle of the lot and entered in the left-side door. The inside felt even more otherworldly, and I’m still not convinced that something supernatural wasn’t going on there. But we giggled like kids and imitated the sounds of machine and tearing space-time, and then we stepped out the right-side door.

I’m pretty sure that was the night I knew I was totally fucked. Up until then things had been pretty manageable, feelingswise. But everything about that evening just pumped me up with hope and adrenaline, and whether things went up or downhill from there is kind of hard to tell.

Things really were good! I got to dress up for mini, COVID safe parties and dance in the living room. I got to sleep over on movie nights. I had already been living out my fanfiction dreams to the tune of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift for the last several months, so what was a few more?

Actually, it was quite painful. I say this was a fake dating AU, but I think I was the only one being fooled—and maybe Sarah too on some level. We didn’t really mean for it to happen this way. I didn’t mean to be the person who couldn’t control her feelings, and Sarah didn’t mean to be the one who led me on. We were supposed to be having fun—and it was fun. Until it wasn’t.

See, holding back your own feelings can be miserable. It’s fun in the moment until you come home to an empty bed and know that nobody will be joining you. It’s fun until you’re reading into every text message and searching for a hidden meaning. Everything somehow felt perfectly aligned and all out of sorts at once.

When I decided I couldn’t take the wondering anymore, I asked Sarah for the chance to talk. She of course said yes, and so we agreed that we’d find some alone time at our next get-together. This happened to be our jazz night party, and Damn, did Sarah look good on jazz night.

We’d had themed parties before, but Sarah really outdid herself this time. She’d taken the lead on this party, and when I walked in I found the entire apartment transformed. The living room furniture had been pushed back to make room for dancing, and the kitchen cart was rolled in as a makeshift bar. The plush bench from the entryway sat in front of a strung-up tapestry as a photo station, and the flat screen was adorned with some sort of “jazz club ambience” from YouTube.

Sarah herself looked like something straight out of the Great Gatsby. I’ll spare you the details because I’m trying not to be too cringe-inducing here, but she was striking and perfectly on theme. I’m pretty sure I looked like a grunge gremlin in comparison, but that’s neither here nor there.

I told her how lovely she looked when I arrived, and truthfully I couldn’t tell if she was the one being awkward or I was. It could have been both, in hindsight, but considering how things went it doesn’t really matter.

It was difficult to focus on the absolute beauty of the party when my hands were trembling and all I could think of was the upcoming talk of be having with Sarah. I didn’t want to look at her too long in case everything went wrong and she didn’t want my eyes on her, but she also looked gorgeous and cool, and she was making us drinks like a real bartender. This was the time of her life, I could tell.

Everyone else was having a good time too. Katie and their partner were two peas in a pod. And Adam (third roommate, thus far unnamed) and his partner seemed pretty much in sappy, romance heaven. It hadn’t been a problem before, but suddenly I wasn’t sure where I fit into this unique equation.

When slow songs came on through the playlist, the couples wrapped their arms around each other and looked fondly into each other’s eyes. Sarah and I danced, but not too close, and I definitely couldn’t meet her eyes right now. It just didn’t feel the same.

We finally managed to get some privacy when the others went on a Taco Bell run. I mentally went over my talking points and tried to prepare myself for what seemed like the most predictable outcome. I would make sure that Sarah felt no pressure with me, because that truly was the last thing I wanted. I would also make my intentions clear—I’d love to go out on more dates with you and just see if there could ever be something between us. Easy as that. I didn’t expect that she would confess her true and undying love for me (I tried not to expect anything really), but a large part of me figured she would at the very least agree to a date or two for the sake of discovery, and maybe she’d even be excited about it. It just made sense to me.

But, even as I was beginning to express my feelings, I could tell the direction this was going. Sarah smiled and said she also felt like we probably needed to talk, and that I was really brave for bringing this up—braver than her, she said. What followed was the kindest, most gentle letting down of my life. Really, she couldn’t have handled that conversation any better.

There were a number of reasons for her decision to turn me down. For one thing, she didn’t want to risk our friendship. We were already so close, and as she’d expressed before, she didn’t want to rush into any serious relationships right now. 100% reasonable. And, it kind of did make sense. It would have been difficult not to become serious very quickly considering how close we were. On top of not wanting to risk our friendship and not wanting anything serious, I suspected that she simply didn’t feel the same way.

At the end of it all, Sarah asked me if I needed some space to process, or if I wanted her to step out of the apartment for a while. That’s right, Sarah literally volunteered to leave her own home during her own party to make me comfortable. I of course told her that was ridiculous and did my best to carry on normally. I wanted to be cool about it for both of our sake. Alas, I ended up making multiple trips to the bathroom for secret crying sessions, and eventually I ducked out early so that I could cry peacefully in my car—and my bed, and my shower, and everywhere else for the next few days.

Yikes. Funny how it hadn’t even hit me until that moment that I’d been making the very same dumb mistakes I read about all the time on AO3. I filled myself up with hope that wasn’t there and nearly ruined everything because of it.

I tried moving on without much luck. I tried remaining friends with moderate success. Perhaps that’s being too pessimistic. Honestly, my friendship with Sarah is stronger than ever. It’s just that almost two months after Jazz Night I finally had to have another talk with Sarah—one where I confessed how hurt I’d been over the whole ordeal. I apologized for my mishandling of the situation, and she apologized for hers. Honestly, we both had a good idea of what we’d been getting ourselves into at the start of it, but we did it anyway.

Am I over Sarah? Not if I’m being honest. But my priority has been and will always be protecting our friendship, and I think she’s on the same page as me there. I hang out with both her and Katie routinely, and I’m doing everything in my power to fix this. I don’t think it’s as big a deal for Sarah as it is me in that she doesn’t have to alter her feelings. I don’t want her to change her behavior either—because our amazing friendship is why I fell for her, she didn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable.

So we’re carrying on. I guess this is an ongoing story, but the fake-dating part is over as are the fanfiction tropes that seem to have overtaken my life for a hot minute. I just thought it was so interesting—interesting enough to share I suppose.

(Honestly part of me things this would make a good story if I went back and documented these events in more detail—like, I dunno, multiple chapters or something idk. If anyone got this far and would be interested in that lemme know. It’s my real life but for once that’s actually quite interesting.)