#not consumed through sight and visibility but known.

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contrast - @jegulus-microfic - 316

Pandora is observant. She knows her friends, better than she knows herself, sometimes. She knows how they tend to act in different situations, and finds comfort from the predictability of their actions.

For example: Barty and Evan both love breakfast. They dig right in, devouring every crumb in front of them speaking through full mouths and making crass jokes over bacon and eggs.

By contrast, Dorcas prefers to eat slowly. She's not a morning person, and chews slowly, eyes slowly blinking as she consumes each bite, like she is still asleep mentally even though she is physically there.

Regulus usually prefers to spend his breakfast reading the newspaper and sipping on coffee. He'd not one for food in the morning, so he drinks the steaming mug slowly behind his giant paper, only reappearing to give his opinion of whatever topic the group is discussing before disappearing again.

Again, they are all predictable.

So why is Regulus sitting at full attention - back straight, eyes narrowed, hands clenched - with no paper in sight?

Pandora wonders this for several minutes and is about to ask him when suddenly, his posture changes. And it doesn't take a Seer to figure out why.

His eyes follow James Potter in a way that he probably thinks is not suspicious, but he's very obvious about it. He's drinking in the sight of the taller boy, staring, back still straight as a board as James walks across the hall.

And then-

James turns. Finds Regulus in the crowd. And waves, grinning hugely.

And Regulus visibly relaxes. A small smile plays upon his face and his face turns pink as James winks, mouthing something about '...last night...'

And Pandora has known Regulus long enough to know he's holding back a big, genuine smile behind his eyeroll.

Then, wordlessly, Regulus sinks behind his paper, as if nothing has happened.

But Pandora knows.

Something great has changed.

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— [♡] ; souls tied by fate will inevitably cross paths again. ｡°. gojo satoru

tags: endgame gojo satoru, afab!reader, slow burn, pregnancy, regret, hurt/comfort, angst, co-parenting, vulnerable gojo satoru, past suguru geto x reader, past rejection, longing, bittersweet, I'm dramatic so I write dramatic shit, chapter one of ten

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prologue | part 2

The decision settled in your heart like a stone—cold, hard, and undeniable. You couldn’t stay at Jujutsu High anymore, not after everything that had happened. There was nothing left for you here but the constant reminder of Gojo’s rejection, and the emptiness it left inside you. Suguru Geto had offered a new path, one that resonated with the bitter anger building in your chest. It was risky, dangerous even, but at this point, you didn’t care. What did you have to lose?

The world outside Jujutsu High seemed vast and unforgiving, but it was nothing compared to the loneliness you felt within its walls. Geto’s name was whispered among the students with fear and disdain, but you saw something different now. He had the strength to break away, to challenge the system that had let him down, and if anyone could understand the pain of rejection, it was him.

The first step was to find him, which was easier said than done. Geto was no longer a visible presence in the sorcerer world. He had gone underground, building his own network of cursed users and spirits. The whispers about his whereabouts were few and far between, but you clung to the faintest rumors like lifelines, searching for any clue that would lead you to him.

Your chance finally came one evening, as you overheard two upperclassmen talking in hushed tones about a recent sighting of Geto. They mentioned a remote area where cursed energy had been felt, a place known for being a hideout for rogue sorcerers. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

You left that night, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. You knew the consequences of what you were about to do—if anyone found out, you’d be labeled a traitor, just like Geto. But that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was getting away from the pain that had consumed you and finding a new purpose.

The journey was long and arduous, taking you through unfamiliar streets and rural roads. With each step, the doubt in your mind grew louder. What if he didn’t want you? What if he turned you away, just like Gojo had? The thought of facing yet another rejection made your stomach twist in knots, but you pushed forward. You had to know. You had to try.

Finally, after what felt like na eternity, you arrived at the rumored hideout—a dilapidated building on the outskirts of na abandoned village. The air around the area was thick with cursed energy, almost suffocating. You hesitated at the threshold, fear creeping up your spine, but you steeled yourself and stepped inside.

The interior was dark, lit only by the faint glow of cursed energy radiating from various objects strewn about. You could sense the presence of others, though you couldn’t see them. Shadows moved in the corners of the room, watching you, but you kept your focus straight ahead.

And then, you saw him.

Suguru Geto stood at the far end of the room, his back turned to you as he spoke quietly with one of his followers. Even from this distance, his presence was commanding, the air around him heavy with power. There was something about him that felt both intimidating and strangely familiar, as if you were looking at the reflection of everything you had been feeling—the bitterness, the anger, the sense of abandonment.

He turned around slowly, his gaze landing on you with a piercing intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His dark eyes seemed to see right through you, reading every thought and emotion as if they were laid bare before him. For a moment, you wondered if you had made a mistake—if this had been a foolish, reckless decision.

But you had come too far to turn back now.

“What do we have here?” Geto’s voice was smooth and calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it. He studied you, his expression unreadable. “You’re not one of mine.”

You swallowed, your throat dry, and forced yourself to speak. “I came to find you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I—I’ve been studying at Jujutsu High, but I can’t stay there anymore. I’ve seen… I’ve read about what you believe in. And I… I want to join you.”

There was a flicker of amusement in Geto’s eyes as he raised na eyebrow. “You want to join me?” he repeated, his tone laced with skepticism. “And what exactly do you think you have to offer?”

Your heart sank at his words. You knew you were nothing compared to the powerful sorcerers that surrounded him. You were just a student, someone who had been cast aside by the very person you had admired most. But you also knew that your desire to serve his cause, to belong somewhere, burned stronger than anything else.

“I don’t have much,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “I’m not the strongest sorcerer, and I don’t have any followers. But I understand how it feels to be abandoned, to be rejected by the world. I’m ready to serve your purpose, whatever it takes.”

For a long moment, Geto said nothing, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence was suffocating, each second stretching into eternity. You stood there, exposed and vulnerable, waiting for his judgment. In that moment, it felt as if your entire life hung in the balance. If he accepted you, you would have a new purpose, a new place to belong. But if he rejected you…

Finally, after what felt like na eternity, Geto’s expression softened, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You’re eager,” he said quietly. “That much is clear. But eagerness alone isn’t enough. My cause isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s dangerous, and it requires a level of conviction that few possess.”

You nodded quickly, desperation creeping into your voice. “I understand. I’ll prove myself, if you give me the chance.”

Geto regarded you for another long moment, as if weighing his options. Then, with a slight nod, he turned away from you, signaling the conversation was over. “Very well,” he said. “If you want to join me, go back to Jujutsu High. Pack your things. Leave everything behind. Once you’ve done that, come back. If you’re serious, I’ll know.”

Your heart leapt in your chest at his words—he was giving you a chance. It wasn’t a full acceptance, not yet, but it was something. You bowed your head quickly in gratitude before turning to leave.

As you stepped out of the hideout and into the cool night air, your mind raced with a mixture of excitement and fear. You had taken the first step toward a new life, toward leaving behind everything that had hurt you.

Now all that was left was to return to Jujutsu High, pack your things, and leave for good. There was no turning back now.

The night was unnervingly quiet as you made your way back to Jujutsu High, the soft rustling of leaves the only sound accompanying you. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the ground. Your mind buzzed with the events that had just unfolded—Geto had accepted you, even if it was only tentative. The prospect of belonging to something, of having a purpose again, gave you a strange sense of comfort, but it was wrapped in na unsettling realization.

To fully embrace this new path, you had to leave everything behind.

As you approached the school grounds, a wave of nostalgia hit you. The familiar hallways, the training grounds, even the library where you had spent so many hours—all of it felt like a distant memory, as if you were already na outsider looking in. These places had once held significance, but now they were nothing more than relics of a past life. You had made up your mind; you would abandon all of it for a chance at something more—something that could give meaning to the ache you carried inside.

The dormitory was dark and still when you returned to your room. Your belongings were strewn about, a quiet reminder of the life you had lived here. You hesitated for a moment, standing in the doorway and letting your gaze drift over the small space that had been your home for so long. It was strange how quickly it all felt irrelevant.

With a deep breath, you began packing your things. You moved with mechanical precision, folding clothes and stuffing them into your bag, taking only what you absolutely needed. As your hands grazed over small personal items, you realized how little they meant now. There was no point in holding onto these things—mementos of a life you no longer wanted to be part of. A gift from a classmate, a framed photo of your team during a mission, a charm you had once carried for protection—they all seemed to mock you now.

Your hand hovered over the chocolates you had made for Gojo, the same ones he had so casually rejected weeks ago. They had been sitting untouched for so long, the once carefully crafted gift now rotting and forgotten. A bitter taste filled your mouth as you stared at the box, the last remnant of your foolish hopes - now laying in your trashcan.

As you zipped up your bag, you felt a strange sense of liberation. You were finally doing it—leaving behind the person you had been, the person who had been too afraid to act, too afraid to take control of her own fate. You were stepping into a new future, one where you could be strong, where your pain had a purpose. Suguru Geto had shown you that.

You slung the bag over your shoulder, taking one last look at the room. It felt distant already, like a ghost of a life you once knew. Without hesitation, you turned and left, walking silently through the darkened halls of Jujutsu High. Every step away from the dorms felt like shedding na old skin, leaving behind the memories and emotions that had weighed you down for so long.

Your feet moved automatically, each step taking you further from Jujutsu High and further from Gojo, you didn’t dare look back, afraid that if you did, you might falter, might hesitate. You had made your choice. You had committed to this path, and there was no turning back now.

The night air was cold against your skin, and with every step, the familiar halls and grounds of Jujutsu High faded into the distance. There was na ache in your chest, a deep, gnawing pain that threatened to overwhelm you, but you forced it down, telling yourself that this was the right choice. That Geto would understand, that his ideals would give you the strength you needed to find purpose.

By the time you reached the outskirts of the town, the sky had started to lighten, a soft glow spreading across the horizon as dawn approached. You kept your head down, avoiding the few early risers who were beginning their day. No one paid you any attention. To them, you were just another traveler, just another person passing through.

Your destination was clear—the same dilapidated building you had found before, where Geto’s presence had been strongest. The cursed energy in the area was unmistakable, and the faint pulse of it called to you like a beacon, guiding you back to him.

As you walked, the reality of what you were about to do began to settle in. You were leaving everything—your friends, your teachers, your life as a jujutsu sorcerer behind. The people you had trained with, the ones who had fought alongside you, they would all consider you a traitor. But for some reason, that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. You were tired of being invisible, of feeling like na outsider in your own life. With Geto, maybe you would finally belong somewhere.

After hours of walking, you finally reached the hideout once again. The building loomed before you, dark and foreboding, just as it had before. There was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there the first time, as if the entire area was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

You hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside.

This time, the space felt different. The shadows seemed heavier, and the cursed energy more oppressive. You could sense other presences here—Geto’s followers, cursed spirits lurking just out of sight, their eyes on you, watching, waiting. But you didn’t waver. You had already made your decision.

As you ventured deeper into the building, you found him in the same spot as before, standing with his back to you, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. He was speaking with one of his followers in a low voice, but the moment you entered the room, his attention shifted. Without turning around, he acknowledged your presence with a quiet, “You came back.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine—not out of fear, but because of the power it carried, the certainty in his words. It was so unlike the doubt you had felt at Jujutsu High. Here, in Geto’s world, there was no room for second-guessing. Everything he said, everything he believed, had a purpose. You wanted to be part of that.

“I did,” you replied, your voice steady despite the nervousness you felt. “I left everything behind, just like you said.”

Geto finally turned to face you, his eyes sharp and assessing. He looked you over, taking in the sight of you with your bag slung over your shoulder, your expression determined despite the fear you tried to hide. A slow, almost approving smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“And why, exactly, should I take you in?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with a challenge. “What can you offer me that my other followers can’t?”

You had expected this question, but it didn’t make answering it any easier. You had thought about this moment the entire way back, rehearsing what you would say, but now that you stood in front of him, words failed you. What could you offer? You weren’t the strongest sorcerer, you weren’t experienced in battle. All you had was your conviction, your desire to follow him.

“I—I’m not the strongest,” you admitted, your voice faltering for just a moment before you regained your composure. “But I’m ready to dedicate myself to your cause. I’ve seen how the world works, how it doesn’t care about people like us. I want to change that, to be part of something greater.”

Geto’s eyes remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. He studied you for what felt like na eternity, and you could feel the weight of his judgment pressing down on you. Then, finally, he spoke again, his voice softer, but no less commanding.

“Conviction is important,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “But dedication without strength is a liability.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Geto raised a hand to silence you. “Still, you’ve come this far, and I can see that you’re serious. I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself.”

Relief flooded through you, though it was quickly tempered by the realization of what that might entail. Geto wasn’t someone who handed out second chances easily. Whatever he asked of you, it wouldn’t be simple.

“You’ll stay here, for now,” he continued, gesturing to the room around you. “Train with my followers, learn from them. When the time comes, we’ll see if you’re truly ready to stand by my side.”

You nodded, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. This was what you had wanted—a chance, a purpose, something to fight for. And now, Geto had given it to you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, bowing your head in gratitude.

Before you could fully process it, a voice rang out from the entrance of the hideout, sharp and commanding.

“So, this is where you ran off to.”

Your heart froze in your chest.

Satoru Gojo stood at the threshold, his blindfold gone, revealing his piercing blue eyes that glowed with a mixture of anger and something else—something deeper, more intense.

He had found you.

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The Arkham County Jane Doe - Crane x Reader x Hannibal (18+)

𖤐 Requested by Anonymous: Hi, could you maybe write a fanfic where both Dr. Crane and Hannibal are obsessed with their patient ( maybe in a mental hospital) and actively isolate her from other patients? After she tries to escape, they make it clear they won‘t allow it unless she stays with them in some form. With smut in the end?

𖤐 Type: Oneshot || Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader x Jonathan Crane || Smut || Crossover

𖤐 Word Count: 2,605

𖤐 Rating: Explicit || Spitroasting || Manipulation || Obsession || Threesomes || Asylums || Doctor/Patient Relationship

𖤐 A/N: Hope I got this one right! Apologies for taking so long with it, it's been the most challenging request I've written thus far. Thanks for trusting me with it!

When Hannibal first laid eyes on her, she was standing in a secure hospital room wearing what appeared to be just a men's XL shirt, plain, and some socks, all covered in dried blood and dirt. She was found in a shed on a vast property at the edge of Arkham county, held captive along with two other young women, who had originally gone missing from Franklin, Maryland. However, nothing was known about her in particular. No one had reported her missing, unlike the other two victims, and neither of the two knew her name. Most perplexing of all, she herself claimed to not know her identity either. With the perpetrator still in the wind, it was up to Hannibal to try and coax information from her in hopes of solving the case. She was his patient now. His, and only his. 

  When Jonathan Crane first saw her, she was dressed in a cream colored Arkham Asylum patient uniform – which consisted of a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, matching gripped socks, and a white t-shirt underneath – the standard for all the non high risk patients. She was a puzzle, and he wanted to crack her open and reach inside 

to consume 

to taste 

to know.

  Unfortunately, he would have to be sharing her with the BAU as she potentially held vital information to an open case. He watched as the FBI’s chosen psychiatrist stepped into his office. Dr. Hannibal Lecter was a man unlike any he’s ever encountered. Crane was accustomed to being the apex predator within Arkham’s walls, both amongst staff and patients alike. He didn’t like the confidence with which the other psychiatrist paraded himself around the office like he owned the place. Crane especially didn’t like the bold familiarity with which Dr. Lecter approached his favorite patient. It was far too close for Crane’s comfort. She was his and his alone… or so he thought. 

“Hello Jane.” Dr. Crane watched, and listened, as Dr. Lecter interacted with his patient through the security footage. 

“Must you call me that?” she replied. 

“Until we can find out your name, yes I’m afraid I will have to call you that.” He smirked and leaned forward, closing the distance between them and obscuring Jonathan’s view of her from the security camera, positioning himself between her and the camera’s line of sight. 

  What a cocky bastard. Crane thought to himself. He took a sip of his coffee and leaned closer to the monitors to get a better look at their interactions. I wonder what he’s afraid of… Jonathan made a mental note to take some time to customize a batch of fear toxin to use on Dr. Lecter at his earliest convenience. The rest of the session was uneventful to the untrained eye, but Jonathan’s psychiatric expertise compounded with his raging jealousy was causing him to make mountains out of molehills. He spent the remainder of the week visibly distracted as the envy consumed him. He would have to move her to higher security to ensure that any upcoming “sessions” with Dr. Lecter wouldn’t be so cozy. 

  The next time Dr. Lecter met with Jane Doe he had to go past additional security clearances and into a whole other room. This time she was behind a plexiglass window with a phone on the wall, similar to prison visitation. He frowned, surely this was wrong. How could they treat a victim like a prisoner? Like a suspect? The whole objective was to establish rapport and glean insight. How could he when she was now being treated like the people who harmed her? No, this simply wouldn’t do. Hannibal sat down and picked up the phone, his eyes quickly scanning the room to find where the security cameras were situated. 

“Hello again, Miss Doe.” he gave a warm smile and then he leaned in to whisper “I’m going to get you out of here, I promise, but you must do as I tell you.” 

She mouthed a desperate ‘ thank you’ and relaxed her body in relief. 

This only escalated the situation. 

   Hannibal was able to convince Jack Crawford and Co. to plead a case with the Arkham board of directors to reduce security clearance on their Jane Doe. In two weeks he was face to face with the board alongside Dr. Alana Bloom, Dr. Frederick Chilton, and even Jack Crawford himself, all threatening to pursue a transfer closer to Quantico unless they stop treating her as one would a suspect or dangerous patient. Dr. Crane was present at the meeting, and subsequently yielded, only to have her transferred to an entirely new wing of Arkham in a few weeks under the pretense of using alternative treatment methods for her benefit. For months, the two psychiatrists continued to battle for dominance over the case of the Arkham County Jane Doe, to the point that even Freddie Lounds and Vicki Vale caught wind of it. The two journalists began hanging around the asylum trying to interview as many people as possible regarding the situation. Soon it became more than that, writers began flocking in from all over, from the Gotham Gazette to the Daily Planet and even a few true crime youtubers tried to throw their hat into the ring. 

“Why is Arkham Asylum so keen on keeping the FBI out of this case?”

“What is the extent of the BAU’s knowledge on the living Jane Doe?”

“Don’t you think all this back and forth, all this bureaucracy, is just hindering the investigation?” 

“Isn’t this just another dick measuring contest between bureaus to see who can keep the glory?”  

  The two men continued their game of chess – with Jane Doe as their queen, their objective – with laser focus, but alas great minds think alike, and as such it was like trying to fight their own shadow. Both men were incredibly intelligent in more ways than one, and both were more than willing to fight dirty. As their rivalry intensified, so did the cracks, and she knew it would only be a short time before an opportunity presented itself. She was playing them both like a fiddle and not a single person had caught on, not the two doctors in question, nor the rest of the asylum staff, not even the FBI were alerted to her manipulative tactics, and all she had to do was sit back and let them consume each other. All remained on track until the 6th month of her capture, when one of the journalists tried to bribe their way into the asylum. This rang a few alarm bells for Dr. Lecter’s case partner, Will Graham, causing him to confront the doctor with his theory.  

And so Hannibal Lecter set up a very special dinner. 

“What brings you here today Dr. Lecter?” Jonathan Crane tried to feign disinterest, but this was so out of the blue that he couldn’t help his curiosity. He fixed his eyes on the man sitting across from him waiting to catch any minor movements that would aid his understanding of the present situation. Hannibal sat tall in the guest seat in Jonathan’s office, hands folded neatly in his lap, his legs crossed at the ankle below.

“It seems we have a problem.” Hannibal almost purred. 

“We?” replied Crane, raising a brow inquisitively. 

“Yes, it concerns our mutual patient.” Dr Lecter smirked. He let the information sink in and he watched with rapt attention as the mad doctor before him shifted his body from curious, but defensive, to fully alert and open. “I would like to discuss this with you over dinner tonight if that is possible. These walls have ears.”

“Don’t I know it.” Jonathan hummed in agreement. 

  After the journalist’s attempt to break into the asylum, the Arkham County Jane Doe was moved to an extra special cell deep within the bowels of the madhouse. She was given a new set of clothing, bright orange, for the high risk patients. It was for her own safety, they said, but her gut instinct doubted it. The cell was completely padded, it had a bed built into the floor, entirely padded as well, and a small toilet with a minor covering sat in the furthermost corner. It would all be comical if not for the gravity of the situation. She would never escape from here, there wasn’t even a window. An eternity seemed to pass her by in that strange little room before the monotony was broken by the sound of the heavy door being unlocked from the outside. However, she didn’t stir, she remained in the makeshift bed with her back towards the door, she already knew who was about to come in there was no one else it could be. 

“There are very few people within Arkham that even know of this room’s existence.” Said the voice, it was Dr. Crane. “And even fewer still can access it.” 

She could hear the smile in his voice, yet she still refused to turn around. 

“It is a real privilege to be here.” Said a different voice, and this one caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on attention. The voice belonged to none other than Dr. Lecter. This time, she almost feared turning around to greet them. 

The heavy door closed behind them, making a sort of suction sound as it sealed shut. Both men stood in front of the door with their hands behind their back and hungry smiles spread on their lips like wolves overlooking helpless prey. She lay there, frozen, unsure of how to react as she began to hear the men pacing around the room, circling her like vultures. The two were entirely in sync, a stark contrast to the rival dynamic they had for the past 6 months. Their voices blended together into one and they even finish each other’s sentences. A malicious alliance. 

“You know, it takes quite a lot to pull the wool over my eyes…” 

“...but to do that to both of us? That takes serious skill.” 

“We’re impressed darling, really, we are.” 

“That’s exactly why we have decided to give you a choice.”

At this, she finally perked up, sitting at the edge of the bed to finally face her two captors. 

“There’s that lovely face.” Said Jonathan with a cheeky smile. 

“What are my options?” she asked. 

“You can stay here at Arkham, under strict surveillance until the brass solves the case and figures out what to do with you.” Jonathan then turned to look at Hannibal, who spoke without missing a beat. 

“Or you can give us some information, and we will then take care of you… If you wish." His smile was hungry and wolfish. 

“And what must I do to earn your good side?” she asked, there was something missing in this whole equation. “You two wouldn’t go through all this trouble just to offer me this for nothing in return.” 

  The pair of psychiatrists stepped forward, flanking her on each side, each man looking like a mirror image of each other. Both tall, lean, with stark chiseled features and stoic expressions that revealed nothing and everything all at once. Without warning, Hannibal sat down on the bed beside her and pressed his mouth to her throat, worshiping her soft skin with his lips. Jonathan eagerly joined in, resting his head on her shoulder and mirroring the other’s actions on her throat. She gasped in surprise and then straightened her back, lengthening her neck, and leaning into the action as much as her body would allow. She felt a hand grab her inner thigh, pulling her legs apart, while another slipped under the top of her asylum uniform, sliding up her torso and reaching for her tender breast. Her head lolled back and her eyelids fluttered as her skin grew hot. She heard them speak but she could no longer tell who was who, it was as if the three of them were slowly melting into one. 

“We’ve seen how you look at us.” 

“Surely you must’ve been anticipating intimacy with at least one of us.”

“You were going to seduce us, and now we get to seduce you.” 

A rhythm was soon established, set by the frantic beating hearts and breathy wanton moans. The whole room seemed to almost pulsate with energy as the sexual tension was ratcheted up exponentially. The ebb and flow was abruptly stopped by three simple words. 

“I want you.”

Even she was taken aback by the sound of her own voice, let alone her choice of words.

“Which one?” came the reply.

��Both.”

  Neither psychiatrist wasted any time in disrobing their patient, any regard for professionalism or ethics had been left outside this door along with their dignity. In this room, they were all mad. Despite their haste, she felt as if nothing would ever be fast enough to quench this burning desire in her core. Once fully nude she lay back on the bed, eagerly waiting to be taken advantage of. Both men were visibly hungry and hard. Their hands moved on instinct alone as neither could tear their eyes away from the nude figure before them, she captivated their attention like hypnosis, they were powerless in her grasp, she who manipulated them both and preyed upon their competitive jealousy for her own benefit. Freeing his member from his slacks, Hannibal ruthlessly grabbed the back of her head with one hand and his length in the other. She salivated at the sight and wrapped her lips around the head. She could just barely hear him curse beneath his breath in another language. Suddenly, Dr. Crane’s hand grabs onto her hip, pushing her up onto the bed on all fours. Once in position, he got up behind her and spread her thighs, using his hand to guide himself into her from behind. She whimpered against Hannibal’s cock in her mouth as she felt Crane spear her open. The warm ache of being stretched by him simply spurred her on. She slowly widened her jaw, taking Hannibal deep while Crane set a punishing pace. Hannibal gripped a fistful of her hair while Jonathan grabbed onto her hips with both hands. 

  The heavily cushioned room acted as soundproofing, muffling the lewd sounds of flesh against flesh and desperate, animalistic moans as the trio selfishly chased after their own orgasms. The fact that she was fully nude while both men were still clothed made her blush all over. She belonged to them both, and each man stood his claim. Her throat tightened around Hannibal’s cock as she tried to scream. She was utterly overwhelmed, her mounting orgasm causing her to rock back against Jonathan’s hips in search of that sweet release. It didn’t take long before she was seeing stars, but neither man had relented. The overstimulation was beginning to ache and she was reduced to a twitching, whimpering mess. 

“No no,” She heard them say. “You owe us this. You played us, and now it’s our turn to have fun.” 

The sweet torture did not last much longer, and she soon felt Dr. Crane coating her insides with his own release. He shakily bucked against her as he finished, paralyzed by pleasure, he let himself grow soft inside her. Dr. Lecter came soon after, spilling his seed down her throat and holding her head flush against him, forcing her to obediently swallow it all. 

“Good girl.” He gasped. 

“We’ll take good care of you.” Said Jonathan.

“You won’t want for anything.” Added Hannibal. 

She merely nodded in agreement, accepting whatever terms as long as it meant safety and pleasure in their arms. 

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Soft Haarlep Prt. 3

Request For Haarlep Anon: A continuation for “Soft Haarlep” where Haarlep discovers they can’t stop watching or thinking about Tav/You. You’ve gone and tainted their mind, but why? Love is a foreign concept when it comes to Haarlep’s kind… or is it?

Pairings: Haarlep x Tav/You | Raphael x Tav/You

Hurt/Comfort | Soft | Bathing Together

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Ao3

Haarlep’s gaze was fixed upon you with an intensity that was both predatory and peculiarly tender. As a creature of the infernal realm, love was an elusive concept, foreign to their kind. Incubus, born of desire and darkness, their very essence woven with the threads of temptation and seduction. They are not known for the depth of their sentiments, for their purpose is to allure and to take, to drain vitality in the pursuit of their own sustenance. Yet, against all odds, Haarlep’s thoughts were consumed by you, the mortal who had unknowingly captured Haarlep’s attention. The mere sight of you, bearing the bruises inflicted by Raphael, stirred conflicting emotions within them...

Haarlep’s tail flickered restlessly as they lay on the bed, arms crossed, their eyes barely visible through the veil of their red arms. Haarlep couldn't tear their gaze away from your figure as you discarded the robe that had hid your body as you entered the bath. Their nature commanded them to approach, to ensnare, to feast upon your delectable body. To thrust their cock deep within you drawing out the life force as sustenance for days unending, it was a hunger that gnawed at their being with the tenacity of a primal instinct.

Yet another sentiment, foreign and unsettling, sparked within the darkness of Haarlep’s chest. It was a whisper of a feeling, a growing sense of urgency to protect, to cover you with their own corporeal shield from any further harm… To protect the body they so wished to keep for themselves. Those bruises that marked your neck, they were not just marks upon your flesh; they were thoughts that kindled a respect and a strange yearning within him to preserve, rather than to plunder… This was leaving Haarlep perplexed and yearning for something they believed to be beyond their grasp.

Why did you taint their mind? Why did your presence linger in their thoughts, refusing to be banished? Haarlep’s duty was to serve Raphael, to revel in the twisted dance of desire and wickedness.

As Haarlep watched you soak, your scars were a testament to the pain you had endured. The temptation to unleash their power, or perhaps even twisting a tale to bring Mephistopheles here to consume Raphael, to whisk you away wherever, was an alluring path. But how could they, a creature of lust, protect you from the very hands that bound them?

Another unfamiliar sensation clutched at them… Fear. For Haarlep knew that it would come at a grave price. Raphael was a selfish man, and he would make damn sure to take you with him if his life were to flash before his very eyes. Because if the Devil himself couldn’t have you, then no one shall…

Your voice was barely above a whisper, "Haarlep, are you not sore after everything?" concern lacing your voice, a testament to the depth of your empathy.

A bittersweet smile played upon Haarlep's lips, their tail flicked again with a blend of irritation and amusement. Their existence as an incubus, the boundaries between pain and pleasure blurred, merging into a twisted symphony. However, they understood that for you, Raphael’s mortal little mouse, the pain inflicted upon you was an entirely different ordeal.

"It is not the same for me, my little dove," Haarlep spoke softly, their voice tinged with laughter. "While my physical form may bear similar scars of our shared suffering, it is but twisted into pleasure, the very thing that feeds me.” Haarlep chuckles with disappointment, “even if it is not satisfactory.” Their smile twisted into a frown, Haarlep could only imagine how they’d feel if it were you beneath them instead of Raphael… Oh how they knew they’d be satisfied then.

You sank deeper into the bath, “I see.” Is all you said before allowing the water to consume half your face.

Removing themselves from Raphael’s bed, Haarlep moved closer towards where you lay in the bath. They were all too aware of the dangers that lurked in the wake of pleasure- if they were to be caught again meddling with Raphael’s little mouse, caught in a forbidden affair, your body would be at risk once more… You were Raphael's, a treasure not to be tampered with by the likes of an incubus servant. Yet, the very thought of another's claim on you sparked a silent, seething defiance in Haarlep's chest.

But, if Haarlep simply sunk in behind you to bathe you… The thought coaxed a sly smile upon their lips. Haarlep could mask their true intentions, if they were to slip behind you, under the pretense of bathing your body, they could cloak their longing in duty. Their hands could roam freely under the guise of grooming, preparing you for Raphael, the master of the house as any obedient incubus should.

The steam from the bath cloaked Haarlep’s approach, a veil of mist parting to reveal you, the object of their forbidden musings. Perhaps they could sate this gnawing hunger without crossing the line that would see both-… you punished…

A dangerous game, yet Haarlep was no stranger to danger. As they lowered themselves into the bath behind you, the water embraced them, a willing accomplice to their ruse. The sound of your breath hitching sends a delighted shiver down Haarlep’s spine, “Haarlep… Y-you can-”

“Shhh, little dove. I am only but bathing you.” Their hand strokes your hair, “You do wish to look your best for my brat don’t you?” With a gentle touch that defied their infernal essence, Haarlep’s hands sought you out, amidst the flowing water, their presence both evident and elusive.

Haarlep moved with caution, every gesture appearing as mere servitude, while secretly relishing the forbidden thrill of contact. Tracing paths along your arms with a feigned professionalism that masked their true intent. The heat of your body seeped into them, a warmth they felt not only on their skin but deep within the recesses of their being.

The sensation of your back against their chest was a symphony of temptation, each note played upon the strings of their self-control. Their fingers, laced with the power of an incubus' touch, danced a delicate line between what was required of them and what they yearned for…

You felt Haarlep's tail graze around your leg, the slight scrape of their claws trailing a path down your arms... Their breath, a warm caress on your neck. A lump formed in your throat, every sensation Haarlep stirred forced an internal moan. Awareness of their true nature did little to quell your emotions; revealing your feelings seemed futile. Yet, in this moment, an inner voice urged you to turn within the circle of Haarlep's arms, to press your lips to theirs. To confess your willingness to risk everything, to embrace whatever consequences with Raphael might come, for the sake of a single kiss.

You weren’t sure when these newfound emotions began to stir within you, perhaps it was due to Haarlep always being in the same room as you. Or maybe it was the comfort their body gave off the night they laid with you before Raphael…

As you layin the tub in the embrace of an incubus, every sense was heightened. The texture of their skin brushed against your skin with an intimacy that spoke of a shared secrecy, a connection unspoken yet palpable. You could feel Haarlep’s “devoted servitude” facade fade as they moved with a predatory grace that was all at once alarming and alluring.

The room seemed to contract, with the walls inching closer, as if to push you further into Haarlep's space. The air was thick with tension, a silent orchestra that played to the rhythm of your beating hearts. Their gaze held yours as you turned your head to catch a glimpse of them. A mix of danger and desire reflecting in their eyes, a mirror to your own conflicted emotions.

The silence was a living thing, broken only by the occasional sound of your breathing and the water that stirred. You were acutely aware of Haarlep's strength, the power in their formidable frame, yet there was a gentleness in their touch that belied their fearsome appearance.

Swallowed by the moment, you considered the consequences of your next action. Raphael's shadow loomed in your thoughts, a reminder of the promised future that you were bound to— an arrangement that felt increasingly like a steel cage as Haarlep's proximity tempted you to rebel against it.

The thought of a kiss, one fleeting moment of rebellion, was both terrifying and tantalizing. It promised the sweet taste of forbidden fruit, the ecstasy of indulging in what was meant to remain untouched. In your mind's eye, you played out the scenario…

But in that suspended moment, with Haarlep's enigmatic aura enveloping you, the world outside the cocoon of your shared space ceased to exist. There was just the two of you, the question of 'what if' hanging unspoken between you, a siren call to what could be the most exhilarating or devastating choice of your life.

You turned in Haarlep’s arms, now poised between their thighs, your one hand resting on their shoulder while another urge guided your free one to touch their cheek. Your gaze fixed on their lips, noting the absence of a once present cut, and without a conscious thought, your thumb brushed across Haarlep’s lower lip.

As your thumb traced the smoothness of Haarlep's healed lip, their response was subtle. A barely perceptible parting of their lips, an invitation that sent a shiver of eagerness down your spine. You hesitated, aware that the step you were inching towards could not be taken back. The gravity of the moment weighed upon you; the understanding that this choice could alter your path irrevocably. Yet, the pull towards Haarlep was like a current too strong to resist.

Their hand found its way to your back, a light but anchoring touch, as if they too were caught in the same torrent of emotion. Their other hand rose, fingers tentatively brushing a strand of hair from your face, a gesture so tender it contrasted with the wild, untamed nature you knew them to possess.

In that silence, with your thumb still lingering on Haarlep's lip, you knew the decision had already been made, not by your mind, but by the yearning in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to close the gap and seal the confession of your soul with one simple kiss…

[callsignfate]

Personal Exile

(fem!reader x Valeria fic that was voted on! Part two is almost done, so it will be posed today or tomorrow. No use on Y/N or R/N. No major character death. Talk of death and mention of death.)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/

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Exiled. That's the word you used to describe yourself. Deadly. Others would call you. Of course, that's what being ex-military meant. You were trained to take lives on command. You realized soon enough that the men ordering you to kill were nothing but power-hungry men who relished the sight of blood on the battlefield. They didn't care who got in the way as long as the order was executed.

You didn't like that, the ceaseless cycle of death, with the numbers rising every second. Sadly, you knew that's how the world worked. The countries with money and power had the upper hand. Death was inevitable, whether it was your own or others', you couldn't stop it. It would catch up with you eventually.

You left the military. The day was bittersweet, although not exactly professional. You didn't bother with paperwork or wait for your never-ending contract to expire; you simply disappeared. Officially, you were deemed "killed in action." That's the story you crafted, at least. You wanted nothing more than to leave, so you did. You never said goodbye to the men or women working with you. Never told them of your treason.

Raised by a family deeply who's lives were and are consumed by the military, where dying on the field was considered the most honorable act one could perform, that's what you had given them. Technically.

You lived life unpredictably, like the wind in a storm, traveling until you grew bored. Your wanderlust eventually brought you to Las Almas, a town where corruption even tainted the military. It almost felt like the place where you could live.

You heard quickly of 'El Sin Nombre', he was supposed to be everywhere. He was. You observed people tracking your every step: military personnel, police officers, and even children. Their watchful eyes followed you wherever you went in the streets, regardless of what you were doing.

He was everywhere, although he was never seen by the public. A faceless leader, the Las Almas population seemed to adore, with their corruption tactics you could clearly see.

You didn't stay in Las Almas, but rather nearby, so you could visit the odd place whenever. Your curiosity of how exactly it function knawed at your mind to unravel it, even if it was for yourself.

Finding a boring job seemed out of your scope. You were born and bred for the military, which trained you for killing. You decided one night when a woman who was looking for her daughter came up to you, begging for your help to find her.

Your heart ached when you heard the police refused to help her because the last known location for the girl was Las Almas. You agree willingly, although at first you don't know where to start.

Wandering Las Almas for hours until you see what looks like the little girls hair and clothes from the picture the distraught mother gave you. You quickly move through the crowded streets as you weave in between the men and women quickly. You keep your body low as you move towards the door, you see a man leanding her in by her hand through. You open the door slowly to hear nothing but loud male voices arguing in Spanish. The dark hallway sheltering you from their view as you take silent slow steps towards the voices.

You freeze as one of the men take a step back, exposing their back to the dark hallway. the side of his head barely visible, the little girl on the opposite side of him holding his hand. The arguments didn't cease, their yelling covering up your footsteps and presence.

The little girl had grown bored of the arguing and began pulling on the man's arm, whining that she was bored. The man let go of the little girl's arm as she started to twirl and play. Then, she saw you. Your body urged you to freeze as the little girl stared at you like a deer caught in headlights while you remained crouched in the dark hallway. Desperately, you pulled out the picture of the little girl and her mother from your pocket and pointed at it. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you silently prayed she wouldn't alert the men to your presence.

Thankfully, the girl smiled and walked towards you, muttering 'mamá'. The men were so engrossed in their argument that they hadn't noticed the little girl's disappearance. You handed her the pictures to keep her quiet as you held her close and slowly backed up towards the door you had entered through.

The man looked around frantically for the little girl, now in your arms. His eyes scanned the area around his feet before slowly glancing down the hallway, where he spotted you and the little girl.

"Hey!" The man's voice rang out loudly, causing the argument to come to a sudden halt. You swiftly drew your pistol from your pants, stood up, and pushed the girl behind you protectively. You aimed quickly at him as he reached for his own gun.

The small bang of your gun made the little girl yelp in fear as the man fell. Not giving the rest of the men any time to react, you picked her up and sprinted out of the house. Numerous eyes watched you as you ran, clutching the little girl in your arms, before a car blocked your path. You came to a sudden stop and scanned your surroundings frantically.

Endless eyes were fixed on you, endless people observing, though they didn't move towards you. A woman stepped out of the vehicle with short black hair and a dark green vest over form-fitting clothes. She was beautiful but posed a threat. Her gaze bore into you with a cocky, amused smile.

"I bet El Sin Nombre would love to know that you killed one of their men and are holding a piece of leverage," she said in a smooth, confident voice, fully aware of your actions.

Your eyes locked onto hers as you held the little girl tightly, your gun now pointed at the ground. She was clearly reading you like an open book, scanning your attire and body. Her confidence was palpable, and she waved off the men who had been pursuing you. She took a step towards you, and instinctively, you took a step back, keeping a close eye on the woman.

"I'd love to tell El Sin Nombre that the man I killed practically handed his life over," you retorted, offering her an equally cocky smirk. You remained focused on her, ignoring the men behind you who were observing the situation closely.

She scoffed, her jaw tightening as her eyes assessed your every move. She waved her hand, dismissing the men who had been following you and took another step closer. You mirrored her, taking a step back, never letting your guard down.

"I doubt El Sin Nombre would appreciate you calling one of their men an easy target," she replied, her lips pursed, her gaze never leaving you.

"El Sin Nombre can kiss my ass," you hissed, maintaining your defiant posture and returning her confident gaze. You felt the little girl's arms clutching your shirt tightly as she clung to you.

The woman regarded you with a flat expression, then offered a subtle smile. "You're asking for a death wish."

You matched her smile with your own. "Yea, well, let's just say I'm used to wishing for death, and it hasn't caught up with me yet. This little girl isn't leverage; she's a human being who wants to go back to her mother. Move out of the way so I can make that happen, or another one of El Sin Nombre's men dies," you declared boldly. You could feel the girl's arms gripping your shirt as she held onto your neck tightly.

The woman maintained her unwavering gaze. "I don't take orders, especially not from you."

Your arm snapped up, and without hesitation, you fired a shot at another one of the men who had chased the little girl from the apartment where you had rescued her. Your cold, dead stare remained locked onto the woman's eyes as you spoke, "It wasn't an order; it was a threat, and it still stands. Move."

To your surprise, the woman signaled her men to return to the line of cars behind the one she had exited. Her cocky smile had now faded, replaced by a trace of annoyance. She muttered something under her breath in Spanish as she climbed into the car. "You will pay your debts to El Sin Nombre," she hissed before slamming the car door shut, and the vehicles sped away.

You immediately started jogging, holstering your gun quickly to hold the little girl tightly in your arms as you made your way back to where you had last seen her mother. Upon reuniting the little girl with her mother, you watched the touching scene as mother and daughter embraced. Even though you were on the outskirts of Las Almas, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was always watching, their eyes following your every move.

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Can you please do a part 2? (Maybe one where Reader is pregnant with Kars' daughter)

Your wish is my command.

Defy nature pt2

Warning: described childbirth

Each day it became harder to hide your hunger. You didn't want Kars to find out you were bearing his child. Yet another thing he would surely use against you. You hoped desperately that one night they would have their attention on something else and allow you to escape. Sure you could walk into the sun and accept death but there was a part of you that believed you weren't the only one who ran away. That there was hope that Kars and Esidisi hadn't killed off your entire race.

“You seem awfully shaky as of late (Y/n)” Kars commented as he sat beside you, watching you rock the boys to sleep in their basket. Your head flew up as the smell of blood wafted. Esidisi was back with more humans to consume.

You were sickened at the sight of how they feasted. Absorbing them straight into their body. It was unnatural, grotesque even. Solidifying your belief that they were no longer the same as you, now merely beasts.

You could see Kars’ amused expression from the corner of your eye.

“Eager to eat are we?” He asked.

“No…” you muttered a response.

“Your reaction says otherwise, now why would you lie about that?” He asks. You stood up attempting to leave but he quickly caged you between himself and the wall.

“You've been acting rather odd lately, if I didn't know any better you're trying to hide something from me” he commented.

You could hardly concentrate with the intense smell of blood and he could tell. He drew one of his arms close to him and used his blade to cut the side of his neck. A small trail of blood formed before the cut healed.

He watched your pupils dilate, your mouth go agape and your breathing become heavy. Like a feral you leapt at him, quick to lick it up.

“Such impulse from a tender thing, it's almost like you're hungry for another” he chuckled. He knew at this point what was up. The elders always said that the first pregnancy left soon to be mothers with a ravenous appetite, perhaps even more so if the child was in a similar state to him.

You pushed back away from him. He played you like a fool.

“I thought you'd be excited to share such news, you were always so eager to have children” he chuckled.

“I was, but not with you” you hissed.

“Not with me? Soon to be the ultimate being?” He gloated.

“Ultimate abomination more like” you retorted.

“Then who else is there for you, I've got no competition” he snickered, you visibly cringed at his remark.

 He took your head in his hand.

“I'm eager to know more about our child, the fruit of our love” he cooed.

“Love, nonsense!” You spat.

“Oh dearest, you delude yourself” he said.

“The truth is you still do, you were the one who proposed to me after all. Saw lonesome me hauled up in my research and decided you had to have me as part of your harem” he explained with a chuckle.

It was true, you had been the one who made the advances. You'd come to the scholar offering him companionship, seeing him as a rather attractive individual. If only you had known what his research had entailed you would have stayed clear of him.

The smell of blood grew even thicker, your throat felt so dry. You struggled to form a comprehensive thought, Kars words losing all meaning.

You dashed towards the source. Sinking your hands and teeth into the poor soul. Their screams resonated through the old temple You were trapped in. All you could think of was food, you needed it so desperately.

“Esidisi, we'll need even more food for the coming months” Kars mentioned with a smirk on his lips. Esidisi nodded with a smirk back, knowing exactly what he meant.

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You couldn't keep track of how long you'd been in labor for, Screaming and crying as you tried to push. You were on the verge of passing out until you heard wailing that was neither yours or the young boys.

“A girl” Kars' voice remarked, you hadn't even realized he'd been beside you. Too caught up in your own pain to realize.

The fog began to fade and you saw the child placed into your arms. You'd wanted this but at such a horrible cost. Part of you even felt horror, wondering if she was a beast like her father.

No, you should think of her that way. She did not choose to be born as such a thing. You need to be an example, show her and the boys what a true pillarmen was.

“Rest, I shall take care of Slade” he told you. Slade, that was the name you had decided upon with your other partners. You hadn’t gotten around to telling him such due to his refusal to join in your carous, so how did he know?

[runariya]

💎 🎤 💍 Jin

(mafia+idolverse+wedding)

part of the prompt game

pairing: idol!jin x mafiaprincess!female reader

genre: S2L, mafia!AU, idolverse

word count: 1.315

a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for some days and I think it’s finally time for it 💕 welcome home Jinnie💕

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You sit before your white vanity, the gleaming surface cluttered with an array of luxurious cosmetics and elegant hairbrushes. Your mascara has betrayed you, running down your cheeks in black rivulets, leaving a trail of the evening's turmoil etched on your face. With each stroke of the brush through your glossy hair, you try to find some semblance of calm, but your reflection only deepens your despair. There, in the mirror, you catch sight of the poster of Kim Seokjin, his perfect smile seeming to mock your misery. The world around you is crumbling, the facade of your protected life shattering into pieces.

As the princess of the second-largest mafia gang in South Korea, the Parks, you had always known there were dark corners to your existence. Your father's empire thrived on fear, extortion, and ruthless enforcement. Yet, you were kept far removed from the brutal realities of mafia life. You were the cherished daughter, homeschooled and surrounded by bodyguards, living in a gilded cage. The mansion was your kingdom, yet it was also your prison. Every need was catered to, every luxury at your fingertips, but freedom was a concept you only read about in books. You never questioned why you were kept so isolated, so protected from the outside world. That is, until tonight.

Tonight, everything became clear. You had been groomed, shaped, and prepared for a singular purpose: to be a bargaining chip in your father’s strategic game. The realisation hit you like a tidal wave, drowning you in despair. You were to be sold off in marriage when the time was right, when an alliance was needed. And that time had come.

For years, you had harboured a secret love for Kim Seokjin, the idol whose debut had ignited a spark in your heart. You were captivated by his broad shoulders, his soft dark hair, his piercing eyes, and those beautiful lips that seemed to promise the world. His voice was your solace, his personality a light in your dark world. You had never been able to attend fan events, concerts, or meet-and-greets because of your sheltered life. Instead, you collected his merchandise in secret, hiding it in your lavish room that resembled more a suite than a single bedroom. The only visible sign of your affection was the poster hanging behind you, a silent testament to your hidden love. Your father and the staff remained oblivious to your infatuation with a man who symbolised everything you longed for but could never have.

Tonight, the weight of your reality feels heavier than ever, as you prepare for a dinner with the Chois, a minor gang with valuable port access your father needed. They were repulsive in both appearance and character, but your father didn't care. He was ready to sell you off to their son for the alliance, ignoring your feelings entirely. The tears flow again as you look at Seokjin's smiling face in the mirror, your heart breaking under the weight of your shattered dreams.

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Days and weeks blur together as the wedding draws inexorably closer. Your days are consumed with endless preparations, though you have little say in any of the decisions. You feel like a marionette, pushed and pulled from one place to another, forced to wear a mask of happiness and pride as the daughter of the Park family. Lavish bridal boutiques become routine stops, where you are fitted into exquisite gowns adorned with pearls and lace, the finest fabrics brushing against your skin. Opulent banquet halls are booked, florists arrange towering bouquets of rare flowers, and chefs create intricate menus for the grand celebration. Yet, despite the splendour, you feel detached, merely playing a role in this grand spectacle.

The only refuge you have is the music of Seokjin, which has always been and always will be your sanctuary. His songs are a lifeline, a soothing balm for your troubled soul amidst the whirlwind of wedding preparations. Each night, as you close your eyes, his voice is the last thing you hear, a reminder of a world beyond your gilded cage.

One morning, the mansion is thrown into chaos. Staff members rush around frantically, preparing every corner for unexpected guests. You stop a passing maid to ask what’s happening, and she breathlessly informs you that the Kims, the most powerful mafia gang in South Korea, are arriving in less than fifteen minutes to discuss business with your father. The Kims are known for their meticulous planning, so their sudden visit sparks your curiosity and concern. They are an old mafia dynasty, almost royalty in the criminal underworld, with a history stretching back hundreds of years.

You remember seeing their heir, Kim Namjoon, at a ball when you were just a little girl. Even then, he carried an air of authority and power that left a lasting impression on you. Despite this brief encounter, your insight into the workings of the mafia world remains limited. The surprise and tension in the air are palpable, and you can’t help but wonder what this impromptu visit signifies.

Half an hour later, your father summons you to join the meeting. Your heart pounds as you make your way to his study, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. What could this possibly mean? Nothing prepares you for the sight that greets you when you enter the room.

There, opposite your father, sits Mr. Kim, the patriarch of the Kim family. To his left is Kim Namjoon, and to his right, Kim Seokjin. The men rise and bow with stoic expressions as your father introduces you. He then turns to Seokjin and says, “This is your future husband.” The words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you frozen at the doorway, your mouth agape and your hand still clutching the handle.

Seokjin’s eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the room fades away. He gives you a brief smile and a wink, a small gesture that somehow cuts through your shock. You stand there, struggling to process the scene before you. Seokjin, the idol whose voice has been your sanctuary, is now standing before you as your betrothed. The contrast between his public persona and the reality of this moment leaves you reeling.

Your father’s voice breaks through your haze. “Please, come in,” he says, motioning for you to take a seat. You move mechanically, your mind still trying to catch up with the rapid turn of events. As you sit down, you can feel Seokjin’s gaze on you, but you can't bring yourself to look at him directly.

The discussion that follows is a blur. Words like “alliance,” “power,” and “future” float around you, but they barely register. All you can think about is Seokjin. His presence here, in this context, feels surreal. The man whose music has been your only escape from your gilded cage is now part of the very world you longed to avoid.

As the meeting progresses, you steal glances at Seokjin. His demeanor is calm and composed, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside you. You wonder if he feels the same turmoil, or if he is merely playing his part in this grand scheme orchestrated by powers beyond your control.

When the meeting finally ends, your father speaks to you privately. “This union will secure our position,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. You nod, the weight of his words settling heavily on your shoulders.

That night, as you lie in bed, the reality of your situation sinks in. You are to marry Kim Seokjin, the man whose music has been your only solace. But what does that mean for you? For him? The questions swirl in your mind, leaving you restless and uncertain about the future. The only thing you know for sure is that your life is about to change in ways you never imagined.

[randomabiling]

NaNoWriMo Entry #1

Bewitch

October 31, 1890

Though the rooms and halls of Duneagle were as familiar to him as Downton, on this night the shadows unbalanced his senses, and he felt less certain of his footing. Lit only by the tumultuous fires in hearths and the candlesticks flickering in a hundred jack-o-lanterns scattered about in the rooms, the walls seemed to dance, alive with each turn of air. With a glass of punch cooling his hand, Robert entered the drawing room. He squinted into the hazy darkness, the guests near the fireplace illuminated and orange hued, while those in the farther corners were faceless silhouettes, only a glinting of jewels or the outline of satin truly visible. Sighing, he stepped further in, to where a group of bachelors were pairing apples, looking into mirrors to see the ghostly forms of their future wives appear. Robert shook his head, and passed through the press of people, costumed and draped in elaborate pantomime, living out their fantastical interpretations of Susan’s theme. 

The ruffle of his own sleeve, authentic and smart looking hours before as it flounced from the edge of his cuff, was stained with punch and wilting at his wrist. The brocade jacket, with its golden embroidery and many buttons had grown heavy and wearisome as the night wore on. Robert had consumed enough punch to be tired, and his desire to find Cora compounded his growing irritation. He’d always disliked a masquerade, wondering why people couldn’t just be themselves. But Cora had been so excited at the invitation, looking forward to her first British Halloween. 

He’d been unable to say no. 

In the library, Shrimpie was holding the attention of a large group, telling some ghoulish story that seemed to rely heavily on Bronte’s penned musings. If the listeners suspected the hero bore an eerie resemblance to Rochester, they hadn’t let on. Robert inspected each person’s face, their form, their costume, but none were Cora. It unsettled him that it took him a moment to pass from one party goer to another. It seemed he should know instinctually whether he was looking at his wife or not, even through the veil of darkness blanketing the entire castle.

Robert passed from the library into the music room, a lone pianist playing a doleful tune on the instrument. There were several card tables set up, with a crowd of five or six at each. Instead of playing canasta or spades, however, each table held a woman in robes inspecting an elaborate deck of cards. It took only a moment of scrutiny for Robert to see it was a tarot deck and he frowned. Were people really so silly?

As soon as the thought entered his head, he saw her at the far table. If he had been able to think clearer, he would have been pleased with himself, noticing he had known her instinctually as soon as his eyes took her in their vision. He was too taken by her presence to think such thoughts. She looked as fresh as when he’d gone to her bedroom door hours ago, ready to accompany her downstairs for the festivities. Robert stood and stared at her for a few minutes, waiting, and then finally her gaze darted up and around the room, stopping when her eyes met his. Even far away he could see the crinkle of her skin around her mouth and the uplifting of her lips. She spoke lowly to the others at the table before standing. 

The long blue cape that she wore swirled behind her, the fluidity of the velvet like a living thing. And the sight of her again in her dress, the way the white lace of her bodice quivered as she moved, the angles of her delicate curves, made him choke against the restraint of the jabot around his neck. Sometimes when he saw her, he was again taken aback by her beauty, as though seeing it for the first time. 

Cora’s smile widened as she came closer to him, and she stopped only when their noses were close enough to touch. Robert was mesmerized by the glint in her blue eyes, the shine that rivaled the diamond stars on her tiara. Between them, her hand grazed his chest before it settled back against the bone of her corset, covering the shelter of their secret. When he found his voice, it was high and unnatural.

“What were you doing over there?”

Cora’s eyebrows rose, a playful smirk making her features even more lovely. “Listening to my fortune.”

“Oh?” Robert took hold of her gloved hand and led her to the doorway. “Good I hope?”

“Hmm,” Cora’s throat vibrated with the sound. “I don’t believe in that stuff anyway, it’s just for fun.”

It was Robert’s turn to chuckle. “Is the American more sensible than the British when it comes to the supernatural?”

Cora stopped and Robert turned to her. She lifted herself up on her toes, her mouth just below his ear. “I make my own fortune. Shall I show you?”

Robert bit his lip hard. He squeezed her hand harder. “I think it most imperative that you do.”

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

I thought it would be fun to make a pressure entity to explain the players’ respawning & informational gain despite dying, so here’s what my brain spat out in Z-491: The Perfectionist! (No it’s not decapitated, that’s its eye)

Z-491’s spawn conditions would be the player being below 30 health while holding a gummylight or blacklight, and is entirely invisible until the light is shone in its direction. Looking into its eye will immediately restore your hp to 100, but will prevent any healing items or wall dwellers to spawn for the rest of the run. Once sighted for the first time, the player will receive its document the next time they beat the game (this does not have to be in the same run though!)

Lore and more desc. under the cut

Z-491, also known as The Perfectionist, resembles a large headless goose; bearing a vulture’s ruff and a paddle-like tail with the skull of a moray eel threaded through it, which is held close to its chest. It is unknown whether the skull was once attached to its head, but what was originally deemed to be a decapitated neck is actually a single large eye.

Z-491 is completely intangible, and invisible to the naked eye; only able to be viewed under specialty lenses such as heat or night vision goggles, in which a faint outline becomes visible. It is not physically hostile: however due to its posed danger, contact of any kind should not exceed any more than forty-five seconds.

The first Z-491 instance was brought to attention after the entirety of a seemingly unremarkable student body at [REDACTED] High School all achieved a perfect score on their end-of-year exams with no evidence of cheating or plagiarism. It was also noted that most of the students hadn’t eaten their lunch that day, which was first investigated.

When interrogated, everyone who took the exams had the same story: every time they failed the test, the school day would restart until the exams were over, repeating until the perfect score was achieved. When any attempted to sleep, they were awoken by ‘visions of piercing angels’ after 5-10 minutes; and despite one student looping for an elapsed time of 83 days, they grew no hungrier or thirstier aside from the experience of a regular day. Afterwards, many experienced insomnia or even seizures, however it was deemed unsafe to execute the entire school force due to its size, and an acceptable cover story was maintained.

It is unknown how many Z-491 instances there are, but anyone in contact with it is seemingly ‘blessed with success’ for whatever they’re next aiming for, being as little as making the perfect toast or as large as getting the damn creature contained. Even injury and death can be undone when the loop resets. Regardless, unless the situation is extremely dire, do NOT make contact.

ACHIEVEMENTS:

Educated Guess: encounter The Perfectionist for the first time. Unlocks the Z-491 file upon the next victory (this does not have to be in the same run as the encounter)

A for Effort: Encounter The Perfectionist AND either consume two med-kits or a wall dweller’s flesh afterwards (in the same run as the encounter). Unlocks The Perfectionist jumpsuit.

Wild Goose Chase: In a multiplayer game, two or more players encounter The Perfectionist at different doors.

[astrxlfinale]

' everything in this universe is bound to return to the primordial nothingness from which it was born. an act of destruction was required for so many celestial bodies to be born: an explosion to bring about so many wonders. of course, it is understandable why to so many the very thought is outrageous. prior attachments become an impediment in the path to rational understanding. ' ( okay but are you ready to subscribe to the teachings of Nanook, Caelus? do you have five minutes to talk about Nanook? do you wish to join a cult, mayhaps? 😌 )

Who was he to argue that?

What lives will one day die, even the Immortals of Aeon Yaoshi aren't infallible. In his mind, that is the essence of Destruction itself, endings. To close the metaphorical book on a sprawling current of life itself. So why does the way their voice begins to draw these details strike a fashion of morbid curiosity? Sharp instincts were clearly honing upon a certain perspective, as another side of the Trailblazer dares to step forth.

Should he amuse this? Should a better idea be to perceive are the scale of red flags that intend to draw him through hell itself? Nanook was a force he visibly crossed sights with, before the symphony of his stellar war drums, before the beat and pulse and golden blood, it introduced a sight that seared an immortal hold within the depths of his memories. While keeping that within his mind, it allowed a delinquent like tilt of his head to be made, letting the fire of his golden gaze face them.

"And then what? We all have a sweet ol party in Mama Void in the meantime, get lashed back into some wild new forms, only to have that same script worked again once things feel tiresome? Pal, I love me a good fight, but my line of Destruction are things a lil more.. Out the realm, if ya know what I mean." Concepts, Ambitions, the forces of Will that drive physical vessels to achieve countless feats that so shamelessly entice the All-Consuming gaze of Higher Powers.

Now that Caelus found absolutely worth both limelight and the brunt of his appetite.

"What would you have to say about that? If one day, your angle here looks good enough for me to devour firsthand. Would you be wild enough to accept sucha angle?" His words were firm in that very insinuation. After crossing paths with the entity known as Phantylia, and in a way, witnessing how even their measures of enacting was a force they'd want to persist, it simply made him... Curious.

Even his own banner of Destruction wasn't exempt from this.

@umbralui

[thedreamerjim]

new story

I apologize for my inactivity. I have a new story that I wrote in school for my class project, but I can't think of a title for it right now. So, I'll just post it here without any title.

Here it goes...

Jack was an inspector who took the job of his sick friend, who had asked him if he could investigate a house in a remote area in Alaska, known as Lindland Woods. After five hours of driving, Jack arrived at the location where he was supposed to investigate for his partner. As he approached the house, he felt uneasy. The desolate, eerily silent house loomed before him. It was damp, painted in a decaying shade of yellow, with red brick tiles cracked, ready to fall if an earthquake struck. There stood a remarkably intact stone chimney, and nearby lay abandoned clothing next to a nearly empty bucket. As Jack stepped out of his car, an eerie sensation washed over him, as if he were being watched by someone or something. A pungent smell of mold and an indescribable stench hung in the air.

As he neared the house's door, he caught a glimpse of something moving from a window. Fear surged through him, but he knew he had a job to do. Summoning his courage, Jack opened the creaking door. Inside, the putrid odor intensified, akin to rotting food. Jack thought, 'It smells like death in this house.' Gathering himself, he proceeded further. The interior revealed walls covered in mold, and the creaking floorboards seemed ready to give way at any moment. Paint peeled and crumbled from the walls. The worst was yet to come - the kitchen. It was a nightmarish scene, consumed by mold, with dark voids in the walls. The source of the stench emanated from the fridge, forcing Jack to leave the room to avoid vomiting. As he departed the kitchen, he couldn't help but think, "This house needs to be demolished; the kitchen is a living hell."

Jack then ventured into the bedroom, hoping to find something of interest. Instead, he encountered an empty room covered in graffiti. The floorboards groaned ominously beneath his every step, making him fear they might give way beneath him.

Eventually, he stumbled upon the basement. The steep, narrow stairs leading down filled him with trepidation. The basement was shrouded in darkness, prompting Jack to rely on a powerful 300-lumen flashlight. Yet, even its brilliance provided limited visibility within the oppressive darkness. As Jack aimlessly explored, searching for anything of note, he tripped over a broken table fragment. As he struggled to rise, he felt something touch him, but it swiftly retreated into the shadows. Jack had never been so terrified. Once on his feet, he raced up the stairs, ascending from the basement's abyss. The transition from the dim basement to the blinding light of the surface was like stepping into the sun itself.

Upon exiting the basement, Jack sensed something trailing him, and he dashed to the door, locking it behind him. As he did, he saw the figure. It defied human form, bearing an otherworldly, emaciated appearance, towering with a grotesque smile etched upon its face. Rather than attacking, it merely stared, its eyes like dark voids. Jack trembled at the sight, momentarily frozen in fear before regaining his composure. He slowly backed away and sealed the door. Jack sprinted to his car and sped away, the last image of the house being the figure's eerie farewell from the window. Following that harrowing day, Jack quit his job and relocated to another country. There, he became a police officer and sought therapy to erase the haunting memories of his previous occupation. ----Xamichi

[lucianinsanity-only-art]

Find the word Tag Game!

@sarah-sandwich-writes tagged me, thank you so much!

My words are: hint, blow, tremble, smile, and flat

Searching them in Unfinished farewell and The sea, it calls you

Hint: I couldn't find it in both.

Blow:

The boy is silent, his body following the man's path carefully. The question of what feelings could consume the little ghost begins to fill his thoughts. The boy's voice seems to be filled with deep sadness, but it doesn't seem to be the main cause of his distractions. The wind blows at both of their clothes and for a moment Katsuki feels like he's just looking at a lost child. (Unfinished farewell).

When he reached out one of his hands to touch his tail the man pushes him away. His eyes look around him and widen in horror, staring at a point out of his sight. Looking in that direction, he notices a strange movement. And just as quickly as he sees it, a huge wave rises up. The arms of the other cling to him, the tail around his waist tightens. He somehow knows this won't be enough and yet he buries his head in the stranger's neck. The blow is brutal. Hard, fast and deadly. The pain starts immediately; his body stops responding. He again sinks into the cold, dark water. The first drops of rain start falling. (The sea, it calls you).

Tremble:

Katsuki extends his arms towards him. His head still trying to figure out everything that happened so far. The boy drops. His light and cold body beginning to tremble in the warmth of the living body. They both just stay there for a long time. (Unfinished farewell).

The situation was beginning to get on his nerves. The fear from before filling his chest again. His breathing becoming faster and faster. Hot tears falling to the ground. His mind going back to his parents, his work, his few friends, the animals he couldn't investigate. Saying goodbye to everything while his body trembles in the dark. Katsuki misses his glasses. His glasses. It had been so stupid to leave his clothes on the shore. In any case, he would have died at sea anyway. Maybe he was dead at the time and it was all just some weird hell made just for him. He would never speak to or see anyone of his own kind again. Maybe he could have been nicer to the beach boy. Maybe he could even have gone with him instead of going into the sea. It was likely that he had been struck by lightning going into the sea with a storm about to break. Obviously he was hallucinating. His crying filling the hidden shapes of the cave. The echo coming back to him embarrassing him. So pathetic So vulnerable. (The sea, it calls you).

Smile:

The man comes to a complete stop and lowers his hands to the ground. The boy watches his surprise sadly. The smile on his lips is small, more a grimace of deep nostalgia than a real smile. Green eyes filled with a pain that could not be described, dark despite the light coming through the window. His entire body covered by a white sheet, like a coat with a hood. Legs that do not end in feet protrude from under it. Transparent, the open door visible through it. (Unfinished farewell).

The man noticed that he was awake and waved at him, causing the other mermaid's eyes to fix on him as well. Raising his head on his hands he greeted them both. The smaller creature came closer to where he was, even climbing up the skin that supported him to be right in front of him. The smile on his face told him that everything seemed to be going well. The concern in the man's eyes had disappeared, leaving only the relief of seeing him well. Katsuki felt so close to Kirishima, even knowing that he had only known him for a couple of days. There was something about being near death at the mercy of another person that was always a good way to form a bond. (The sea, it calls you).

Flat:

The man had dark black hair flattened against his head, the red tips trailing down toward his waist. His skin and face looked ordinary, someone he could see walking through town and he wouldn't look twice at. The only difference being some marks on his neck, deep and elongated, surrounded by skin that looked unusually wet, the color also different from the rest. The man was watching him too, his large eyes fixed on him. From the amount of muscle and build he appeared to be a swimmer. He had no doubt that he was the one who scared the surfer. (The sea, it calls you).

Tagging: @jaden5oo @coulson-is-an-avenger @aceing-on-the-cake @banashee @belatedbday69 only if you want of course

Your words: hide, below, touch, face and alarm.

[dnkme]

Why Shutters are the Perfect Addition for Home Security

 When it comes to home security, many homeowners think of alarm systems, surveillance cameras, and reinforced doors. However, one highly effective, yet often overlooked solution is installing shutters. More than just a stylish window covering, shutters can play a key role in protecting your home from break-ins, harsh weather, and even energy loss. In this blog, we’ll explore why shutters are the perfect addition for enhancing home security and provide insight into how they can keep your property safe.

1. Physical Barrier Against Intruders

Shutters, particularly solid ones like roller shutters or metal security shutters, serve as a physical barrier that can deter potential intruders. Unlike curtains or blinds, shutters are constructed from strong materials such as aluminum, steel, or reinforced wood, which makes it extremely difficult for burglars to break through.

In fact, the sight of shutters alone can deter break-ins. Intruders often target homes with visible vulnerabilities, and sturdy shutters signal that your home is well-protected. This additional layer of defense makes it more time-consuming and challenging for unauthorized individuals to gain entry.

2. Enhanced Privacy

Privacy is an essential element of home security. Shutters offer complete control over how much light and visibility you allow into your home. With shutters, you can easily adjust the slats to let in natural light while keeping prying eyes out. This level of control is especially useful for homes located on busy streets or in densely populated areas.

Unlike traditional blinds or curtains, shutters fit snugly into window frames, eliminating gaps where people might be able to see inside. This feature ensures that your family and belongings remain private and out of sight.

3. Protection Against Extreme Weather

In addition to safeguarding your home from potential break-ins, shutters can provide critical protection against extreme weather conditions. Heavy-duty storm shutters are designed to withstand high winds, debris, and even hail, making them an essential feature for homes in hurricane-prone areas.

When severe weather strikes, external shutters can be closed to protect windows from breaking, preventing costly damage to the interior of your home. For this reason, many homeowners install shutters not only for security but also for peace of mind during unpredictable weather events.

4. Noise Reduction and Insulation

While noise reduction may not seem directly related to security, a quieter home is often a safer one. Shutters, especially thick wooden or aluminum varieties, act as a sound barrier that reduces external noise. This creates a more peaceful living environment, allowing you to sleep better and stay alert to unusual sounds that could indicate a security breach.

Additionally, shutters contribute to insulation, keeping your home energy-efficient and comfortable. By reducing heat loss in the winter and keeping your home cooler in the summer, shutters help you save on energy bills while contributing to the overall security of your living space.

5. Customizable Security Solutions

Shutters come in a wide variety of styles, materials, and designs, allowing you to choose the best option to complement your home’s aesthetic while still prioritizing security. For example, plantation shutters offer a blend of style and practicality, while roller shutters provide robust protection for doors and windows.

Motorized or automated shutters can further enhance your home’s security. These advanced shutters allow you to control opening and closing via remote, smartphone apps, or timers, even when you're away from home. By giving the appearance of occupancy, automated shutters can act as a deterrent to intruders.

6. Fire Safety

Another less-known benefit of shutters is that fire-rated shutters can provide additional protection in the event of a fire. Made from fire-resistant materials, these shutters are designed to prevent the spread of flames and smoke within the home, giving you and your family extra time to evacuate safely.

Conclusion: A Wise Investment for Security

Shutters are more than just decorative additions to your home—they are a versatile and essential component of a comprehensive security strategy. By installing high-quality shutters, you can safeguard your home against intruders, severe weather, and other potential risks, all while enhancing your home’s privacy, insulation, and aesthetics.

Whether you choose security shutters for maximum protection or plantation shutters for a balance of style and security, adding shutters to your home is a wise investment. With so many benefits, it’s clear why shutters have become a popular choice for homeowners looking to secure their property in a practical and visually appealing way.

Consider adding shutters to your home today and enjoy the peace of mind that comes with knowing your home and loved ones are well-protected.

[pcpbd]

Ghost Mannequin Retouching: Boost Your Online Apparel Sales

Are you in the business of selling clothes online? If so, you've likely faced the challenge of displaying your products in a way that truly shows them off. Enter ghost mannequin and dummy retouching. It's a technique that not only saves time but also presents your products in the most appealing way possible. But what exactly is it, and why should you care? In this article, we’ll break it all down, keeping it simple and clear, just like having a conversation with a friend over coffee.

What is Ghost Mannequin Retouching?

Let’s start with the basics. Ghost mannequin retouching, also known as invisible mannequin photography, is a technique used to create the illusion that a garment is floating or worn without a mannequin. Imagine you’re browsing through an online store and see a shirt or dress perfectly displayed as if someone is wearing it, yet there’s no body in sight—just the clothing. That's the magic of ghost mannequin retouching.

This method involves photographing a garment on a mannequin or dummy and then digitally removing the mannequin in post-production. The result? A clean, professional image where all eyes are on the product itself.

The Importance of Product Photography for Online Retail

In the world of online shopping, a picture is worth far more than a thousand words. Shoppers can’t touch, feel, or try on clothes before they buy, so the quality of product photos is critical. Professional product photography can make the difference between a quick sale and a customer bouncing off your site. Ghost mannequin retouching ensures that your clothing looks its best, offering a clear and detailed view of how the garment looks when worn.

How Does Ghost Mannequin Retouching Work?

The process of ghost mannequin retouching involves several steps, from photographing the product to the final editing stages:

Shoot the garment on a mannequin – The garment is first photographed while worn on a mannequin, ensuring proper fit and natural draping.

Shoot additional images – For more complex garments, photographers may also take images of the inside or back of the garment to ensure a complete, realistic look.

Edit and remove the mannequin – Using photo-editing software like Photoshop, the mannequin is carefully removed from the image, leaving only the garment.

Combine images – For a seamless finish, the different images are merged, creating a fully-realized picture of the product without distractions.

The Benefits of Using Ghost Mannequins

Why go through the effort of ghost mannequin retouching? Here are the key benefits:

Consistency: All your product images will have the same clean, professional look, making your website more visually appealing.

Focus on the product: By removing the mannequin, customers’ attention is drawn solely to the clothing.

Better visualization: Shoppers can easily imagine themselves wearing the garment, which increases the likelihood of a sale.

Cost-effective: It saves time and effort compared to live models, and you don’t have to worry about model scheduling or availability.

Common Challenges in Ghost Mannequin Retouching

While the end result is impressive, getting there can be tricky. Some common challenges include:

Lighting issues: Ensuring consistent lighting can be difficult, which can affect how natural the garment looks.

Complex garments: Items like jackets, dresses with multiple layers, or accessories may require additional images and more complicated editing.

Time-consuming: While the process seems straightforward, meticulous editing is required to achieve professional results.

Ghost Mannequin vs. Dummy Retouching: What’s the Difference?

At first glance, ghost mannequin and dummy retouching might seem like the same thing. However, there are some key differences:

Ghost Mannequin: The mannequin is removed, leaving only the garment in the final image.

Dummy Retouching: The dummy or mannequin remains visible but is enhanced digitally to improve the overall appearance of the image.

Both methods have their place, but ghost mannequin retouching is often preferred for a cleaner, distraction-free look.

Steps for Professional Ghost Mannequin Retouching

Here’s a simple step-by-step guide to achieving professional ghost mannequin retouching:

Prepare the garment: Ensure it’s properly ironed and free from wrinkles.

Choose the right mannequin: A well-fitting mannequin ensures that the clothing looks natural.

Photograph the product: Capture all necessary angles, including the front, back, and inside if needed.

Post-production editing: Use software to remove the mannequin, adjust lighting, and refine details.

Final touch-ups: Ensure the product looks flawless and ready for your e-commerce store.

Tools and Software for Ghost Mannequin Retouching

To achieve the best results, here are some tools commonly used by professionals:

Adobe Photoshop: The industry standard for image editing.

Lightroom: Ideal for adjusting lighting and contrast.

GIMP: A free alternative to Photoshop, great for basic retouching.

Best Practices for Perfect Results

If you’re considering using ghost mannequin retouching, keep these best practices in mind:

Consistency: Keep the background and lighting uniform across all images.

Attention to detail: Ensure that no edges of the mannequin are visible and that the garment looks natural.

Use high-resolution images: The higher the quality of your original photos, the better the end result.

How to Choose the Right Retouching Service

Not everyone has the time or skills for professional ghost mannequin retouching. If you’re looking to hire a service, consider these factors:

Experience: Look for a service with proven experience in ghost mannequin retouching.

Turnaround time: Ensure the service can meet your deadlines without compromising quality.

Portfolio: Check their previous work to ensure it aligns with your brand’s aesthetic.

DIY vs. Professional Services: What’s Best for You?

Should you do it yourself or hire a professional? Here’s a quick breakdown:

DIY: If you have basic photo editing skills and access to the right software, DIY retouching can save you money.

Professional: If you want flawless, high-quality results and are short on time, it’s worth investing in a professional service.

Real-Life Examples of Ghost Mannequin Retouching Success

Some of the biggest names in fashion retail use ghost mannequin retouching to showcase their products. For example, brands like Zara and ASOS rely on this technique to create sleek, modern product images that help customers make quick purchasing decisions.

Conclusion

Ghost mannequin and dummy retouching may seem like a behind-the-scenes process, but it plays a crucial role in modern e-commerce. It helps your products stand out, looks professional, and gives customers a clear, detailed view of what they’re buying. If you’re serious about improving your online store, investing time (or money) into this technique is a no-brainer.

[mvsmediagroup]

Key Areas for Digital LED Truck Advertising

Billboards of various sizes and messages are commonly displayed across busy city streets. This scene is further expanded by various trucks. That said, digital LED truck advertising has been effective in garnering recognition for a long time. Additionally, it garners success through proper strategies. To begin, knowing where to position trucks and catch public attention is the first step.

The question now lies as to which areas you should place these trucks.

Key Factors for Impactful Digital LED Truck Advertising

Mobile LED advertising achieves most of its success based on the areas it is stationed. Much like traditional billboards, an LED advertising truck has a similar role. These assets aim to show brand messages and content to the audience within the targeted area.

When it comes to selecting these spots, several key factors should be considered. In this way, it maximizes impact and reach. Some of the most important pointers businesses must be aware of are:

High foot traffic: Targeted areas are defined by their foot traffic levels. These areas are busy and full of people on a daily basis. With high-traffic areas, it offers mobile LED advertising many chances to capture the attention of wide audiences.

Demographic research: Researching the demographic groups within various areas is essential for strong reach. Moreover, particular audiences are interested in specific services, while others are not.

Contempletary locations: A few targeted areas can also align with your brand's promotion goals. Businesses can research locations that meet with their services. In fact, Digital Billboard Ad Statistics specifies that digital billboards lead 36% of consumers to visit an establishment that was advertised.

Ideal Cities For Effective Advertising Goals

Cities are rich in busy populations, various demographics, and high-traffic areas. It is worth mentioning that every city is not free of outdoor advertising, as billboards are a common sight everywhere. Today, digital LED truck advertising finds most of its success within different areas. This is possible by using its mobility and visibility to its fullest.

Atlanta

Atlanta is a major cultural hub, full of bustling areas from business districts to entertainment venues. Here, various local businesses can utilize their LED trucks to capture the attention of consumers. The city’s growing expansion also provides opportunities for other brands to target local audiences and make a name for themselves.

New York City

New York is an ideal city for having a dense population and world-renowned commercial districts. In fact, outdoor advertising can be found everywhere in the city, leaving no doubt that advertising trucks perfectly fit within its streets. While New York is filled with areas featuring extensive commercial displays, strict regulations are also necessary to maintain order.

Los Angeles

The City of Los Angeles is known as the entertainment capital of the world. It is home to numerous commercial and entertainment hubs. This urban landscape leads to a diverse population of people to explore. Here, many local businesses capitalize on the growing population and show their services through digital LED trucks.

Chicago

Chicago helps in thriving commercial districts and diverse demographics. The city offers various opportunities for brands to maximize their visibility to audiences. Here, LED trucks can be a platform for audiences to engage with business content.

Miami

The city of Miami boasts several high-traffic areas thanks to its stunning branches, shopping malls, and nightlife. With LED advertising trucks, they are bound to find vibrant locations and boost engagement. Moreover, advertisements that match demographic interests should be offered.

Ideal Locations for Advertising Trucks

Various locations within different cities are ideal based on the previously mentioned criteria. Thus, businesses seeking to improve brand presence can consider the following locations for achieving best results:

Shopping Districts

Shopping districts, such as huge malls and retail centers, are full of busy consumers on a daily basis. Thus, setting up your LED advertising truck within the parking areas or near the entranceway ensures that your ads will be seen by shoppers. Many companies can also rely on shopping centers to find their target consumers who may be interested in their products or services.

Tourist Attractions

Destinations and landmarks are ideal for mobile LED advertising due to their broad demographic range. These attractions are visited by multiple local and international tourists daily. By setting up advertising trucks, businesses can connect to a diverse audience and influence them to purchase.

Public Events

A digital LED truck can also leverage audience targeting by parking in and showcasing advertisements at different public events. Well, these can range from sporting events to local festivals, encouraging many people to attend. With different demographics in one area, your truck and messaging will be received by the right people.

Public Conventions

Large-scale conventions and conferences are also ideal venues. This is due to the venue’s sole focus on holding various events. Through these, brands can showcase and deliver messages that resonate with audiences and tease their interest.

Maximizing Impact While Present

Full research on the targetted locations contributes to half of the mobile LED advertising success. The other is employing strategic tactics for a marketing boost. Taking resourceful plans helps in maximizing the full potential of your advertisement reach. These strategies include:

Optimizing content creation: Companies should regularly optimize their content for more dynamic elements. These elements are crucial in increasing engagement and audience impression. Once displayed on LED screens, the content should be captivating in context and visuals.

Taking real-time responsiveness: Relying on real-time analytics provides necessary findings that can affect your LED advertising impact. This tactic involves looking at your campaign's performance and quickly adjusting to improve results.

Encouraging audience interaction: It is an elevated way to drive even more engagement to your content. This strategy involves adding interactive features, such as QR codes or mini-games.

Drive Audience Attention To Your Brand with a Digital LED Truck

Digital LED truck advertising is at its best when driving into the targeted area and reaching the right audience. Thus, careful research and the use of your structured criteria allow businesses to make breakthroughs within their limits. Companies like MVS Media Group, offer quantities of advertising trucks for businesses like yours to expand both your reach and your brand presence.

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How to Identify and Treat a Cockroach Infestation

Cockroaches are unwelcome guests in any home, capable of spreading diseases, triggering allergies, and contaminating food. Identifying and treating a cockroach infestation promptly is crucial to maintain a healthy and hygienic living environment. Here’s a comprehensive guide on how to recognize the signs of a cockroach problem and effectively eliminate these resilient pests.

Identifying a Cockroach Infestation

Visible Sightings: The most obvious sign of a cockroach infestation is actually spotting the pests themselves. Cockroaches are nocturnal insects that prefer dark, moist environments, making them elusive during the day. However, if you see them scurrying around at night or even during the day in severe cases, it’s a clear indicator of an infestation.

Droppings: Cockroach droppings resemble black pepper or coffee grounds and are typically found near their hiding places or along baseboards. The size and appearance of the droppings can vary depending on the species of cockroach infesting your home.

Egg Casings: Cockroach egg casings, also known as oothecae, are often found in hidden areas such as behind appliances, in cabinets, or under sinks. These casings are small, oval-shaped, and can indicate a breeding population nearby.

Musty Odor: Cockroaches can produce a distinctive musty odor that becomes more noticeable with a larger infestation. If you detect a lingering, unpleasant smell in areas where cockroaches are likely to hide, it could be a sign of their presence.

Damage to Property: Cockroaches are known to chew through various materials, including paper, cardboard, and even fabric. Finding holes or damage to these items without an obvious cause may indicate cockroach activity.

Treating a Cockroach Infestation

Once you’ve identified a cockroach infestation, taking immediate action is crucial to prevent their numbers from multiplying and spreading further. Here are effective steps to treat a cockroach problem:

Sanitation: Start by eliminating food and water sources that attract cockroaches. Clean up spills promptly, store food in sealed containers, and take out garbage regularly. Cockroaches are attracted to crumbs and food residue, so keeping your kitchen and dining areas clean is essential.

Sealing Entry Points: Cockroaches can enter your home through small cracks and crevices. Seal any gaps around windows, doors, pipes, and vents to prevent them from gaining easy access. Pay attention to areas where utilities enter your home and use caulk or weather stripping as necessary.

Use of Insecticides: Selecting the right insecticide is crucial for effective cockroach control. There are various types of insecticides available, including sprays, baits, and dusts. Follow the manufacturer’s instructions carefully and consider seeking professional help for severe infestations.

Baiting: Cockroach baits are effective because they attract cockroaches to consume poisoned bait and then carry it back to their hiding places, where other cockroaches also feed on it. This method can significantly reduce the population over time.

Professional Pest Control Services: For persistent or large-scale infestations, consulting with a pest control professional is highly recommended. Pest Control Essex have the knowledge, tools, and experience to effectively eliminate cockroaches and prevent future infestations.

Prevention Tips

Preventing cockroaches from returning is as important as eliminating them in the first place. Consider these preventive measures:

Regular Inspections: Schedule regular inspections of your home to catch any signs of cockroach activity early.

Reduce Moisture: Cockroaches thrive in humid environments, so using dehumidifiers and fixing leaks promptly can make your home less attractive to these pests.

Store Firewood Properly: If you keep firewood, store it away from the house and elevated from the ground to avoid attracting cockroaches.

By following these guidelines for identifying, treating, and preventing cockroach infestations, you can safeguard your home and family from the health risks associated with these resilient pests. Remember, early detection and swift action are key to effective pest control.