#plus i missed drawing them from this au

[caycanteven]

Little doodle in between commission work~

Some spiderman vibes for a symbiotic duo

[7squidgy7]

✧.*200 follower celebration type thing*.✧

previous drawing in others style

So a while ago I hit and 200 followers and I wanted to do a celebration of this milestone, by doing fanart for different cotl artist.

Most people probably already know these artists, but if you don't consider giving them all a look, they all do really cool stuff.

Close up plus some explanations on what inspired me below (don't have to read just wanna put it out there):

@runningwithscizzorz

You have such a cool art style and your wonderlust au is so interesting to me. Its a really cool concept.

You have some of the coolest and most recognizable designs for these two.

There was no particular post that inpired me for the pose I just used this character sheet as my reference.

The background however is based of your banner art (I need to re-watch spirited away)

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@nufflesdoodles

Your comics are so cute plus your styles so round and cuddly.

I really like the way you draw the lamb in particular, their wool's so shape and I love the pattern on the cloak.

So the inspiration for this was a variety of things. Your comic of Narinder fishing with Aym and Baal plus the drawing of Lamb and Narinder fishing. So i decided to draw them fishing together.

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@bogor-o

I really like the mother au, these two are so interesting to me and the shittens are so cute. I love Ovidia's design, its a very unique and recognisable one. I especially like the dress they wear, the patterning was really fun to draw.

This was originally suppost to look more evil, but i decided to keep it fluffy. I combined this drawing of Ovidia being evil with Narinder and the second pic of this post of them being all lovey.

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@shrimpsketchy

I got the designs so wrong. I miss interpreted the reference and by the time I realised it was too late, sorry about that. The lamb's just lending their coat to Narinder for the day :')

Aside for that I really like the concept of a pirate au. Your designs are really cool and have a really nice silhouette. My friend who I was sending progress pics really liked your pirate au.

So for the drawing i used your valentines day art as my inspiration and wanted to draw the lamb balancing on the mast.

I also got some of the clothes' colours from the dtiys

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@mary-cross

I love your art, not really sure how to put it into words, but like the eye shapes and the sketchiness. I really like it. This was a fun one to draw especially Dulciter's hair

After seeing the femme Dulciter designs I knew that was the version of them I wanted to draw. The animatic of Dulciter and Narinder hugging is so cute, that was the inspiration for the colour pallet and pose.

The stars in the eyes, background and the blue spots was inspired by this comic. I love the choice to use stars in the eyes.

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@bamsara

Trod was the thing that really got me into cotl and has inspired a now year long art obsession with the game.

I really like your art, especially the comics. I love how expressive everyone is. Lambert and Narinder's characterisations are some of my favourite.

Anyway this piece is using the colour pallete of the devil whispering in the ear art and is based around the heart chain thing that frequently appears in the au's art.

Lambert probably tripped over and Narinder caught them. I've drawn Narinder as aware of the connection, while lamberts confused/ concerned and a little flustered that he's just staring at them. Why's his face split open? I just think it looks neat.

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[queenendless]

❤️‍🩹Tough Love (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹

A/N: This is a paid commission I wrote, requested by @anime-lover1234

Content warning: JJK AU with lots of angst, hurt/comfort, short injured teacher/sorcerer reader with lots of boo boos, overprotective!upset!SatoSugu hubbies yall.

Haibara alive in this AU, Nanako and Mimiko are first years here with Yuji Megumi and Nobara and they're your students too. Plus Gojo can heal others in this AU.

AND NEARLY 7K LONG SO THERE!

*Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like and follow instead.

You wanted to impress them.

You wanted to prove your worth in battle.

But things went far off the deep end.

It all began that one sunset evening.

As a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, you were a perfect match for the Grade 1 curse spirit lurking in the forest near an abandoned school rumored to be haunted after closing down due to allegations of murderous cover ups.

As you pulled down the Curtain, the cool winds blew at your hair, swaying along with your black attire, as the sun was setting for you exorcized the curse at last.

You were turning, ready to return to Haibara-kun who was waiting by the car parked out front, when you felt a stir in the air.

You sensed it further deep in the thicket.

Another cursed spirit.

Small … but on the highest level.

Curiosity and cockiness came in, seeping into your being, compulsively drawn towards your next – spontaneous – assignment.

It was a tall skinny humanoid one, blood painting its skin, eating one of the few mangled teen corpses strewn about the splattered wrecked tents of the makeshift campsite.

"Forgive me. I couldn't save you all." You muttered, cursed energy pulsing through your legs. “I'll avenge you by exorcizing that curse.”

Then you chanted quietly.

“Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

With the barrier now placed; this one designed to keep curses in, you moved in.

With its eyes slowly turning to spot you bouncing off the branches, a swift blur dashing through the air, you warped right behind it, readying a blow right to its head.

But going toe to toe with a special grade cursed spirit on your own … you know it's not the same as it was before. But you were willing to take this golden opportunity.

Your fist blazing with cursed energy, ready to strike, even as —

The spike in its cursed energy went through the roof in that split second.

The atmosphere now pricked with that rotten flesh smog coming off its figure.

One that sprouted up to 10 ft tall.

Your cursed punch missed its mark.

Its sharpened hand going right into your side.

It was all a trap.

And you fell for it.

Hook line and sinker.

Your banshee cry startled the birds as you warped out of its grip, blood spraying out from the forced movement, skidding back on shaky limbs, its toxic touch seeping into your gash wound.

Flashes of white exploded in your mind.

The screams of your two mighty husband sorcerers were blowing out your eardrums.

Your vision was spotty but you felt the shift in its cursed presence spring forward through the air, barely dodging its swipe but feeling the tips of its claws scrape your stomach.

Deciding to draw it away, you became the injured bait, running for your life, warping out of its grab, ready to slam a kick down from above —

The sight of Satoru and Suguru bleeding and crumpled before you took its place. A twinge of fear stabbed your nerves — you were socked hard from the side, paralyzing your cranium, warping in your dazed state right before slamming into a tree.

Covering your ears in futility at the intrusive fake voices invading your eardrums, you squeezed your eyes over your unwillingness to see their gutted crimson painted selves.

"Don't leave us here!"

Toru.

"How could you leave us behind!?"

Sugu.

"It's not real. They're not here. They can hold their own. Even against bastards like you." You growled under your breath, keeping your eyes shut. "Don't see. Don't hear. Just feel."

Sniffing the air as cursed energy heightened your nostrils, you followed its putrid stench and nothing else. Trusting your sense of smell by amplifying it to near max — your limit.

Yet the debilitating toxins were slowing you down. You were getting lightheaded as blood trailed down your side and leg from that open wound. The punches and kicks you managed to land on it were barely making a dent on this creep.

This curse was sapping you of your strength, your swiftness, and your stability at an alarming rate. All you could do was dodge and weave. But didn't stop the onslaught of punches, kicks and slashes littering your body.

Those normal – now dead – teens were just fodder to it.

Now that you; a sorcerer, was in its domain, you became its toy. It would kill you. But first, it would take its time and play with you, prolonging its enjoyment as long as possible, wearing you down until you broke …

Down at the nearby rural town, outside a combini, a bespectacled man just stepped out, throwing away the wrappings of his just finished sandwich, turning to where the foul energies were resonating, seeing the barrier among the thicket of trees …

Curled into the ground, gashes, bruises and blood painted your now immobile body, keeping your head to the ground when you suddenly sensed a trusting presence slipping inside the veil, looming above you, followed by the anguished roars of the special grade collapsing.

"Don't let it hit you … its toxins can make you hallucinate … and can mimic voices." You rasped out the warnings, coughing out blood in the process, when his folded work jacket was pressed into your hands then against your crimson dripping side.

"Understood. Keep pressure on that wound. You've lost enough blood already." You choked out a sob of relief at that low rumbling voice.

Kento Nanami.

A fellow Grade 1 sorcerer. A dependable comrade and a close friend. One of incredible proficiency. Extremely precise aim. Evades with clever maneuvers. Reinforced body with cursed energy.

Tying his spotted tie around his fist, he went into Overtime. With his now stained clothed blunted sword in hand, Nanami struck in as many weak spots as he could create on that titan.

The red and black sparks of Black Flash streaking right off him to chop off its enormous arm.

His words were ringing in your ears as he revealed his hand intentionally to raise his power levels.

Slashing weak points in the surrounding pine trees, he follows it off with diving in to cleave off its legs by the knee.

Bringing it face down to ground level just to cleave its head in two horizontally.

Releasing both his binding vows to enact that single blow, Nanami's extension technique Collapse activated, causing those pine trees to come tumbling down to bury it for good measure.

Scooping you up at breakneck speed, you two got clear of the fallen debris, slipped through the decaying barrier.

Neither of you sensed it any more.

Nanami's eyes bore great disappointment down upon you from on high. "And here I thought you were better than to emulate those two's recklessness."

You felt your pride crack, your ego bruise, and your shame boosted over Nanami-san's disapproval when you felt yourself blacking out and your form became limp too quick for his liking.

Nanami's exasperated, panicking face getting all up in yours, his shouting going mute in your ringing ears, occurred before it all went dark.

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Hastily calling Nitta-san to send the proper authorities to handle post cleanup in those woods, Nanami kept pressure on your wound in your stead as he situated you two carefully in the backseat as Haibara stepped on it; his wary eyes peeking in the rearview mirror now and then just so he wouldn't crash the car.

Watching in dismay as the only signs of you still alive was your little shifts of discomfort paired with frail mumbling, calling out for your loves, as fear worked its way to the front of your mind.

Hurriedly calling Shoko immediately after to meet them at the foothills of Mount Mushiro where the screeching halts of the car's tires skidded to an almost collision at the first torii gate.

The backseat was tainted red as Nanami tossed his stained business jacket aside then undid the buttons of your uniform jacket then tugged up your undershirt enough to show your biggest wound, allowing Shoko to lean over and work.

“What a way to spend my night." She huffed, concentrating as pure white light emanated off her hands and over your wound.

"She's lost a lot of blood already on top of fractured broken bones. And hallucinogenic, auditory ailments are still in effect even when curse has been exorcized." Nanami added, brooding from the added severity of the situation.

"What the hell, L/n?” Shoko heaved heavily, shedding sweat. "That curse's toxins are still in her system. It's making it difficult to fully heal her.” She was able to seal up your side wound though. “That will have to do for now. We need to move her."

"I'll join you all once I park the car." Haibara informed them, quickly leaning over from the driver's seat to kiss Nanami.

Nanami's tender gaze came Haibara's way before he got out of the car, carrying you, carefully treading up the steps, Shoko shutting the car door and hurrying behind him, with Haibara driving off and Nanami's bloody business jacket left discarded on the back seat.

Shoko spent the late night hours repairing your damaged self, collapsing over the metal surgical table from the overtime stress, panting from her energy spent. Blood pumped into a vein on your arm via the cannula connected to the drip. And your shallow breathing toppled with a cold sweat only made her push herself further as she squeezed your hand to keep you as grounded as possible and you continued murmuring the guys names in raspy, pleading whispers.

A harried Nanami patted Shoko's forehead with a clean spare rag lying on a counter while Haibara gave her a water bottle to hydrate.

Coming in and out of consciousness, tugged between horrish illusions and bleak reality, your once weakened pulse grew stronger as Shoko's RCT filled you, pushing the toxins out of your system.

So when you finally awoke, faded scars and bruises dotted your skin, front and back, leaving you groaning weakly as you clutched your pounding head. You felt like a truck had run you over.

"About time you woke up. Those fear toxins should be leaving your system now. But it did make healing you quite taxing for me. We can continue your checkup in the afternoon when we've both rested. But I could really use a drink right now.” Shoko apathetically griped as she carefully pulled the IV out of your arm just to place a cotton ball sticking to a bandage over the small leaking prick.

“Sorry about that, Shoko.” Feeling her gloved hand holding your still sore one, you barely squeezed back. "I failed to exorcize that special grade … I'm sorry I made you all overwork because of my screw-up." Your guilt stricken face struck their hearts.

"Nitta-san made sure the bodies were collected … what was left of them. Just count yourself fortunate that the curse was just dragging it out when I arrived. Never underestimate them." Nanami chastised you at the end, his goggles currently off, sternness laced in his eyes.

"Please … don't tell the guys. It's bad enough I couldn't exorcize it by myself. If they find out, they'll never let me live this down. Satoru especially." You weakly pleaded, struggling to sit up but able to get up on your bum as Haibara pulled you up.

"They'll find out sooner or later. And there'll be hell to pay if you choose to omit it from them. I will not partake in that sort of nonsense." Nanami griped, dreading the world flipped on its axis once your husbands found out.

"They'll never want to leave my side after this! They're already dealing with workloads of missions as is! Adding this to their pillars of stressful shit … I just need to be right as rain ASAP."

"No such thing as stress free in our line of work." Shoko bluntly stated.

"Gojo-san and Geto-san would be heartbroken if you kept this from them." Haibara frowned, personally wounded.

"They'd be even more wrecked that this happened and they weren't there to stop it …" Anxious guilt raked your bones.

A hand plopped into your hair, brushing it gingerly. “Your foolish pride as a sorcerer better be worth it if you're prepared for what will come of this endeavor." Nanami's foreboding didn't stop you from embracing him around his waist, pressing your face in his stomach, humming as Haibara gently hugged you from behind, and Shoko smiled nonetheless at the cute scene, especially at Nanami's sternness lessening and patting your head some more.

Still too out of it to walk on your own, you were pushed out in a wheelchair by Haibara, straight back to the dorms, stating he would stay in the room beside yours in case you needed any aid for the night, needing to head out in the morning alongside Nanami.

Carrying your ruined uniform clothes in the recyclable bag Shoko kept them in, you set them aside as you limped about to change into familiar comfier PJs you kept on hand in your old dorm room closet whenever you had to crash at the school grounds.

Pulling your phone out of the zip lock bag it was kept in thanks to Shoko too, you had seen it was still on.

They had been messaging you all night. Notifications of your group chat popping up on your lock screen.

But you just … felt too ashamed and embarrassed to reply back.

So you turned it off.

Without them smushing you between them tonight, there was no comforting warmth keeping you safe and sound.

And the aftermath of those horrific illusions and their copycats speaking during and post battle still lingered in your memory. Tittering between life and death, you were trapped within your worst nightmare yet.

Their disapproving glares.

Their cold voices.

Turning their backs on you as they walked into the foggy embrace of bloodshed against your voiceless cries and your wavering hand fruitlessly reached out into nothingness.

So going back to sleep was the last thing you wanted.

But even so, being in your old single dorm bed, your quiet sobs swarmed the room, your pent up agony painting your pillow in tears, stewing internally over wanting to suffer your follies alone versus wishing more than anything to have Toru and Sugu embracing you to chase all those bad dreams and fears away like they have always done.

Your phone stayed isolated on the small wooden bedside table, plugged in and charging. In silence.

Meanwhile, in a hotel, nestled in the Saitama prefecture that lies above Tokyo…

"Well, the twins are sleeping. Their mission definitely exhausted them both." Suguru softly informed, returning to his partner's side after checking on the girls in the room across from theirs.

A pouty Satoru groaned miserably, splayed out like a moody pancake across the bed, puppy eyes trained on his phone. "Suguru~! She's not answering me~!”

Now splayed out beside him on their shared hotel bed, Suguru ruffled Satoru's poofy hair. "Perhaps she's sleeping."

"She always answers me though! She didn't even send me a cute kitty gif~! The injustice!" Satoru cried, shoving his phone screen right in his best friend's face.

Suguru pushed Satoru's phone aside, pulled out his own from his sweatpants and sent a heart your way. And yet, it was not even read on your end. His forehead creased with worry. "No response for me either … I do hope nothing bad has happened.”

Satoru slung an arm around Suguru's neck, pulling himself snug against him, frowning vividly. "I miss her."

Suguru plopped his cheek atop Satoru's noggin. "So do I. The sooner we finish here with our own cases, the sooner we can have her in our arms again. Until then," Suguru brushed aside Satoru's snowy bangs to smooch his velvety forehead, tenderly grinning. "We'll just have to keep each other company~"

Now that piqued Satoru's intrigue, cheekily giggling as he rolled them over so the raven head could straddle him. “Nothing wrong with that~”

Suguru quickly turned the side table lamp off before engaging in a long, sensual make out with his smirking mate, whisking the night away.

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Your new strategy going forward?

Keep your phone off.

Give off the illusion of still being out in the field, doing assignments far off in the distance.

Stay locked up in your old room except for Shoko's treatments and bathroom breaks.

Until you were all patched up; no visually alarming marks blemishing your skin, you wouldn't let any aside from those that already knew find out.

Not your students.

NOT your men.

By the time you had awoken, Haibara had already left as informed. His sticky note he left on your bedside table with morning greetings and hopes to see you soon followed by a scribbled smiley face did turn your frown upside down.

But it meant you were the only one left in the dorm as your throbbing self painstakingly grabbed some long sleeved apparel outta the closet and changed before putting on some slippers. It was fall now, slowly transitioning to winter, so it was the perfect cover up to be snugly dressed.

You had just gotten outside when you noticed the trio heading to the torii gate exit.

Yuji sniffing the air was what alerted you; skidding to a halt as he was literally across from you on the other side of the long stone pathway, turning to eye you with an unpleasant awkwardness. Running over, his nose dove in closer to get a deep long whiff of you to your jitteriness.

He was your best student in terms of enhancing his senses to their peak with cursed energy. And one you cherished like your own pride and joy. Your pure son.

“L/n-sensei … you're injured. And you look restless. Did something happen?” His eyes became glassy saucers.

Your game plan was on the rocks now. Super human senses at work!

“Hey! The sooner we finish our mission from that blindfolded madman, the sooner I can get to shopping! So move it! No offense, sensei!” Nobara snapped out loud, waiting by the gate, curious what was occurring but impatient to wrap things up for her own reasons.

“Cone on Itadori! We're burning daylight!” Megumi coaxed.

“Alright alright, I'm coming!” Yuji's voice then softened for just you two to hear. “Sensei, whatever’s going on, just … take it easy, okay?”

Your heart swelled at his considerate caring nature like the precious boy he is, smiling thankfully. “I will. Thanks.”

“Welcome back.” That genuine smile of relief and joy of Yuji's almost made you tear up; your swelling up heart touched by his words, doing your best to smile through the soreness as you waved at the boy, saluting back to you, joining his friends, and heading off.

You started uncomfortably limping on your way the moment you students were out of eyesight. Shoko met you halfway, presenting a new wheelchair for you to make traversing more easier. “Sorry but Nanami-kun wanted me to remind you to work on your report about last night. We can head to the faculty office first. Besides, you look ready to topple over.”

You internally groaned at the stingy procedures, expected to recount your near death experience down to the last detail; literally occurring just last night, sending a grateful look her way. “What would I do without you, Shoko?”

“Let's just say I'm better off with you in my life … and I know I'm not the only one.” Apathy gave way to relieving passion in her gaze that you looked away to brush your wet eyes. And you both left it at that as she wheeled you the rest of the way.

Flash forward to some time later …

“I can't believe you going gung ho back there cost me my chance to hit up that sale at my new favorite boutique, you boneheaded idiot!” Nobara bit out.

“Okay okay, I get it! Go easy on my shoulder, Kugisaki!” Yuji yelped in pain at how much she was fussing as she and Megumi helped him walk since he took the brunt of the hits in their latest mission.

“Always ready to put yourself on the line for us … we can handle ourselves, you know, doofus.” Megumi was less harsh, making sure not to hit his shin against Yuji's stabbed one; wrapped in the torn sleeve of Yuji's uniform to stop the bleeding.

Yuji noticed the tender gaze his spiky haired friend gave him, smiling in recognition, chuckling sheepishly. “Protective instincts, I guess.”

“Serves you right, idiot.” Though Nobara and Megumi spoke such mocking words, they were softly spoken, still irked but also grateful they're all still standing.

The moment the trio splurged through the morgue door, spotting your bare back littered with bumps and wide slash marks had them faltering as their short beloved teacher and practically mother figure was in this state.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Their unified exclaims startled Shoko enough to press too hard on a red welt on your forearm, causing your excruciating shout.

You slapped your palms over your mouth, mortified at legit blowing your cover out loud.

Due to the fact that Shoko at the moment got a sudden phone call while examining you.

From THEM.

“Shoko, what was that?” Suguru demanded.

“Sounds like a wounded animal!” Satoru exclaimed.

“Takes one to know one. I have work to get back to. Bye bye~” Shoko's false perky jab reverts back to her usual demeanor after hanging up on them. “I would say stay hidden until everything settles down but I'd be lying. I know 25 mins away means those two lunatics will floor it by the end of the day. I wish you the best of luck, my dear.” Her sympathetic pat on your shoulder did not calm down those anxious belly butterflies.

“I knew you were hurt but … OKASAN WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?” Yuji's own wounds were forgotten as he scrambled over to you, blubbering out waterfalls, throwing off everyone by legit calling you mom out loud but too overwhelmed to notice right away.

You pulled your shirt back down, flushed in shame. “Special grade got the upper hand on me. Nanami-san saved me. Sorry to have you three see me like this. So please … keep this between us? Please?” You literally prayed for it.

“For my favorite sensei, my lips are sealed.” Nobara assured.

“Geto-sensei may be less hysterical … Gojo-sensei not so much … but those two together … oh God.” Megumi paled up at the reality.

“The calm …” Nobara ominously started.

“Before the shit storm.” Megumi drearily ended.

“Uh, while I'm not a big fan of keeping things from Gojo-sensei, if it's what you want, then I'll do it.” Yuji, skeptical but willing to make you happy, blushed pink as you embraced him loosely due to you still not being at full strength yet.

“Thank you.” You weeped.

Megumi, Nobara and even Shoko joined in on that hug.

Meanwhile, back in Saitama, again, nestled outdoors in front of a patisserie.

“That was suss as hell.” Gojo lowly rumbled, sitting under the umbrella covered table on one end, stuffing his last – now smooshed – Maneki Usagi Manju from his hands straight to his mouth.

“We know that shout all too well …” Geto's eyes teemed with cynicism, sitting across from him, sipping Sayama tea in one hand, his phone in the other.

Their mentality synced, restlessness in their bones, their six senses flaring up with red alerts.

Something did happen to you.

Something big.

Something bad.

With their cases long since finished; not surprising, their leisure time was spent sightseeing, tasting the treats the places they visited had to offer. Meaning more sweets for Gojo to savor. However, his gut along with Geto's twisted at the thought of you in trouble.

“Girls, gather your things. We're heading back now.” Geto firmly spoke while speed dialing Ijichi-san to come pick them up.

The twins, sitting at the table beside theirs, stopped taking selfies of themselves with their cutely decorated drinks at his announcement. “Yes, Papa~!”

Throughout the ride back to the school; Ijichi-san fidgeting and sweating bullets at his seniors stewing in silence, panicked thoughts raced through the duo's minds.

The one constant that kept coming up?

Whatever was going on with you …

They were getting to the bottom of it.

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The sky changed from blue and calm to orange and warm.

Getting healed by Shoko before being ushered out to continue healing you, the trio crashed in the common room slash longue when the sight of Nanako and Mimiko waving and smiling as they entered with bags of gifts and snacks to share and give had the trio beaming at the twins safe return.

However, the sight of their teachers coming round the corner into view, radiating such potent agitated auras, sent the trio's hearts racing in dread.

It spelled the first sign of doom.

Gojo zipped up right to them, a wide ass smile on his face, waving with bags of souvenirs on the other arm, cheerfully greeting them all.

“Oh my precious students~! Your esteemed adoring sensei has returned! And I come bearing gifts for you all! As thanks for a job well done! But on the condition that you answer me truthfully! Do you happen to know what our dear Y/n has been up to as of late~?”

“Nope.” Megumi kept a straight face.

“Nada.” Nobara is the same.

“We know nothing.” Yuji as well.

Their calm blunt responses had Geto narrow his eyes at their stoic behavior, the twins shuffling to him in nervousness at the tense situation, and Gojo's fake smile fell, becoming so straight faced. “Hmm … okay then. Hold these, please and thanks.”

Dropping their bagged gifts into their arms, Gojo warping away was the second sign.

Appearing again before them, with a squirming distressed you in his arms, was the final nail in the coffin.

Gojo hastily set you down, firmly grabbed your sweater sleeve covered hand, and tugged that sleeve up to your shoulder. Even with the blindfold on, you could picture his Six Eyes shrinking to dots at the colorful splotches and littering your once unblemished skin.

“What the hell?” Gojo's shaky raw voice had you gulping.

“How did … when did … Y/n explain yourself!” Geto's perturbed face turned to aggravation.

Keeping your head ducked, you could picture their eyes bearing those same cold, disappointing glazes those curse's nightmares forced you to bear. Your state of panic got triggered!

You wince in pain, trying in vain to tug your hand free of Gojo's iron hold. Warping into the morgue, literally sweeping you off your feet, greeting Shoko, then warping out of the morgue all meant your recovery got cut short.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going!?" Gojo jested, pulling your back against his front, caging you in his hold, knowing to restrain himself on the pressure, gritting his canines at seeing those same colorful marks on the back of your neck. “You better start talking.”

"You mustn't strain yourself any more, either! You can barely walk as is!" Geto irritatedly griped, wrapping his arms around your other one, leaving you wobbling, therefore needing either of them as counterbalance.

"I'll be fine! I'll get better! I'm innocent!" You babbled desperately, wiggling like a worm, to your utter dismay and their annoyance.

Geto narrowed his eyes, downtrodden. "Have you no shame, Y/n? And you three knew about this, didn't you?!” His eyes flared up with scorn as his face whipped to the trio, having all three flinch back at the irritated sight.

“And after all the trouble I went through to get you all gifts!” Gojo dramatically complained.

“Unnecessary to be honest.” Megumi dryly rebuttal.

“My tastes far exceed yours, anyway.” Nobara throwing shade.

“I'll take them all, thank you very much! I felt like telling you Gojo-sensei, I swear! But L/n-sensei was in pain and I just wanted to help her!” Yuji blabbed.

“Softie.” Mimiko and Nanako teased smugly.

“Yuji~!” Gojo weeped.

“I told them to keep quiet. Shoko and Haibara too. Nanami wanted no part in it. It was all my fault!”

Your pleas only riled them up more. Their eyes returned to you, burning intensely, straight into your soul as they cushioned you between their built bodies just like a mating press.

You gasped as Geto's hand slid under your top, his calloused touch sending anxious tingles through you, feeling that tender scar left on your side, lips trembling and eyes wavering. “Honestly believing you could pull the wool over our eyes, dearest? Ridiculous.” Geto belittled.

Gojo scoffed, suddenly frightening as he towered behind you, alarming everyone besides Geto as he pulled down his blindfold to stare down at you now with those glaring Six Eyes. "Screw that. This isn't panning out well for you, darling. Not at all.”

Your weak whines of protest made the teens cringe with pity. Your short self was literally trapped between giants. The atmosphere was so thick with tension that trying to cut it with a knife would mean getting obliterated. GoGe might as well be a bomb.

But to see tears swell up in your e/c eyes and trail down your cheeks, glistening from the guilt, embarrassment and pain, everyone in that room froze in paling realization.

You were the actual bomb.

And you just got set off.

"DON'T HATE ME!"

Your heartbroken scream had the strongest duo become the weakest. Their grips laxing, their tunnel vision eroding, their resolve dusting, as you pulled away freely, tugging your sleeve back down to cover the damage, sat down on the couch to your buckling knees relief, and cried in your tarnished hands, becoming a mess for them all to see.

"L/n-sensei no!!! Please don't cry!!!" Yuji went into a panicked frenzy, squatting down before you, frazzled as you bowed your head against his jacketed shoulder, rubbing your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you, sweating bullets at the sight of his once mighty teachers now becoming statues at this turn of events. "None of us hate you! It's okay! Everything's gonna be okay! R–Right guys?!”

"You two are the scum of the Earth, you are! Harassing an injured emotional woman!" Nobara yelled abhorrently in their stunned paled faces, pulling out tissues from her small flowered package she kept in her belt pack along with her cursed tools to offer you. “Here sensei. Take these.”

"I won't blame her if she files for divorce." Megumi gripes under his breath, sitting down beside you, timidly rubbing your back in comforting circles. "L/n-sensei, you need to calm down and rest."

“Geto-sama, do something about this! Mama is a wreck now!” Nanako was willing to put her foot down at this insolence.

“This is depressing.” Mimiko patted your head from behind the couch.

Your desperate need to melt into a puddle and just die from utter disgrace was dashed when you felt Gojo approaching.

His serious blazing eyes spoke for themselves to let him handle you himself, but those kids hesitated letting this slide when the gentle shushing of their usually obnoxious teacher threw them for a loop. Sitting down in the free space on your other side, gently brushing your hair, he leaned in to your ear to confess —

"I'm sorry." You stiffened at his words as they rumbled against your ear. While you were partly miffed and scared due to his attitude, his gentleness returning made you drawn to him all over again, recollecting how much you did miss him — miss them both actually cause OF COURSE YOU DO!!!

Weaving his hand through your hair, he carefully pulled your head to rest against his chest instead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, a shaky vulnerability leaking into his voice. “I'm so sorry.” You dare set down your hands to see his eyes as glittery blue glass. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. I hate seeing you cry like this.” His wandering hand had his fingertips weave through yours to squeeze your hand benignly. “Especially when you're all banged up. I just …”

“I'm deeply sorry as well.” The moment Suguru sat down in Megumi's spot, the kids had already stood back and watched with anticipation as his arms gently hugged your waist from behind, kissing your blotchy cheek, regret radiating on his face. “We both shouldn't have approached you so harshly. We were out of line. We just …”

They were both at a loss for words.

Taking a chance, a risk, a leap of faith, you decide to tell them the truth, rather preferring for them to hear it from you than read it from a document.

“The other night … a special grade curse popped up just when I finished my case … I wanted to prove myself … I thought I could take it on … but Nanami saved me in the end. I was … ashamed … anxious … afraid. It showed me … illusions … nightmares … of you both suffering and abandoning me … and I panicked when you both got upset earlier … I just – !”

“You haven't properly rested at all.” Geto delicately gripped your chin and turned your face to see the dark circles under your now red eyes. “Beloved, you of all people should know that keeping your troubles bottled up inside does no one any good! Least of all hiding your pain from us when we can help!”

“You can't always be there for me … I can't keep weighing you down … but I can't hold my own when it really counts … I'm never gonna be at your level … even as a Grade 1 … by myself … I'm not good enough.” Your eyes squeezed shut, deep seated in this emotional turmoil.

“Yes you are!” The sharp conviction Satoru had made your eyes snap back open. It got your attention attentively. “We still think of them … Kuroi … Amanai … what we could have done differently or better … had we not failed them. If anything happened to you … and if we weren't there to stop it … and it already has … then what the hell’s the point in being the strongest when we can't protect those that matter to us the most?!” You shook as his tears hit your nose, rubbing his wet nose against yours with those beautiful blue eyes now red with compassion looking into yours, for even his watery smile is breathtaking. “You've never been weak. Not to any of us. You kept us together through all the shit thrown our way since that day. I don't need Six Eyes to tell me this truth … that you are the most beautiful, genuine, strongest soul I know you are inside and out.”

“You're the very reason I gathered the courage to reach out to everyone when my resolve wavered … when I lost my way … it's difficult to wear a heartfelt smile in this world …” Sugu's voice slipped for a moment, his almond eyes twinkling as his wet cheek nuzzled yours, pressing a timid kiss to the corner of your lips, another breathtaking smile amiss the waterfalls. “But you brought back my smile. You helped me find a better way … I'm no longer alone. So you don't get to be either. Not anymore.”

Unified, their cracked voices caved.

“We can't lose you too.”

You breathed in their natural scents, submerged in their warmth, coveted in their supportive treasuring embrace, their crying faces resting against either side of your neck, just to be as close to you as possible without hurting you more so than that curse and themselves already have.

In this moment of vulnerability, the strongest duo put down their guards just to show you how immensely you've always mattered to them. Your pain, your sadness, your doubts … they're theirs too.

Your hand that was still being held by Satoru weaved down to rub against Suguru's knuckles, drawing him in to lay his hand atop both yours. “I feel the same way.”

“But damn Y/n, you scared us shitless." Gojo sighed exasperated, now chewing and suckling hungrily on your red cheek just to hear your raspy squeals for their amusement.

"Immensely." Geto hummed conspiratory like, chewing and tugging on your other cheek for good measure, your squeaking making them smirk.

“I'm sorry!” You garbled out, mewling.

Suguru popped off your cheek, pecking it several times apologetically. “We're sorry too. We're just relieved that you're alive.”

Satoru popped off your cheek as well, smooching the welt left in his wake. “Still injured though, but I'll finish healing you myself.”

Catharsis finally came as your waterworks were one of relief. “I missed you both so much~!!!”

"Yosh, yosh~” Satoru doting on you, petting your head like the cutie you will always be in their eyes. “We missed our cutie patootie too~” Now that got you to smile at last, shedding tears of joy, as your chortled laughs made them smile as well.

The kids left you three a while ago when the mushiness kicked in. The twins giggled as Megumi summoned his wolf Shinigami for them to ride on so they could stop pestering him, right before he buried his bashfully blushing face in the crook of Yuji's neck who carried him and Nobara with ease from her own pestering, heading off to do whatever.

Now drained from the mental and emotional trip you went through, all you wanted now was sleep.

And to be honest?

So did the guys.

Your old dorm bed would make do just this once. For old times sake. Warping you three there was easier on an already wiped Gojo, anyway.

Their uniforms, boots, and socks along with your slippers littered the floor.

The AC hummed in the background.

And the drawls of moonlight slipped through the curtains.

Tepid flustered gasps left your parted lips as Satoru sensually trailed his smooth sly hand across every inch of your backside under your top, healing you from that point as you relaxed.

You smothered your face in Satoru's snug black tee covered pecs as he ran his fingers through your hair, languidly brushing it to further soothe you, pecking your forehead. “It wasn't the same without you.”

Suguru carefully splayed on top of you from behind, warmth seeping through his snug white tee and into your cloth covered back, heatedly breathing down your flushed nape as his veiny giant hand caressed your bare tummy underneath your top as well as stroking your thighs with his other hand. “Having you to cuddle again, all snug in between us, truly feels like heaven.”

“No angel to sleep with … oh how did we cope without you~?" Satoru ranted quietly as he could for your sleepy sake.

Suguru gave him a sly smirk. “Satoru~”

Satoru chuckled, ruffling Suguru's loosely free hair, before resting that hand on Suguru's lower back. “Okay, it wasn't bad at all. Even so… can I please just keep us in this moment and never let each other go ever again?” Satoru gently begged.

“As long as I can get some shut eye. And new uniform garbs.” Your cheek nuzzled his chest, consenting in a yawn.

“Deal.” With Six Eyes now switched off, Satoru became heavy-eyed at the sight of his two favorite people in bed with him. Back together again.

“No more bad thoughts for us tonight.” Suguru languorously rumbled in your ear.

“Plus those nightmares will get a kick in the balls if they come back.” Satoru grumbled drowsily.

“If it's a curse, sure. Dreams, not so much.” You mumbled softly.

Satoru could feel your body start to reach the end of its recovery from his healing touch, trailing his hand from your back to cover your hand that rested on the front of his shirt where his heart lay.

Suguru's own hand traversed, resting atop Satoru's, all three splayed on his chest in the same exact spot.

You sagged as you felt the weight of all that battle damage lift right off you, for all the pain got replaced with fuzzy tingling warmth.

Shivering with delight, you felt those two curling in on you from both sides, their legs tangling with yours, as you all smushed in the middle, with Suguru's face against your shoulder and Satoru's in your hair.

“Toru … Sugu … I love you guys.”

Satoru breathed in your scent, smiling drowsily. “We love you too … so damn much.”

"Truly. We'd be lost forever if we never knew you.” Suguru mused languidly.

A tiny smile formed as you succumbed to your long awaited dreamland. “I … feel … the same.”

And the kiddies, poking their heads through the crack in the slide doorway, eyed you snug between those two in just their tees and boxers, your entangled limbed cocoon, the bed comforter halfway touching the floor, as gentle snores and breathing made up your guys personal symphony.

Taking some snapshots for potential blackmail material; basically on Nobara and Megumi's part, they left you three to rest.

Of course, knowing you three, you'll stay in bed all day tomorrow. Whether to sleep, talk, cuddle, make out, do the devil's tango — nah it's all of the above! Meaning no classes.

The weekend is free.

To unwind and reflect.

Your old room feels more homely now that they're there with you.

That night, you’re gifted with cathartic, stress relieving dreams where those two awaited you with smothering embraces and enriching laughter.

Through their tough, imposing, and fierce exteriors …

There lay the true blessings that are their empathy, passion and humanity.

Your chaotically lovestruck sorcerers.

And you, their heaven sent wife, will feel their love till the very end.

And even beyond.

For Infinity.

[diejager]

Nooo but there is something about the monster au where there is a casual mention from her that she won't live as long as them (I assume monsters/hybrids are longer lived plus she is a lot more likely to die on mission), like she probably just jokes about it offhandedly and it sends all of them feral because... no? Absolutely not? Insulting. Ridiculous. Not happening.

Cue ultimate clinginess, all rushing to be more intimate because the thought of her not being around is abhorrent. Soap maybe losing it a bit going off on a line of thought about how he could mate her right? Would it be awful if there was a way for her to be a wolf shifter?

I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND

Change cw: mention of turning, mention of death, joking about death, tell me if I missed any.

All options are on the table at this point, death had always been something that loomed over them like a shadow, the veil and sickle of death following you wherever you went. You’ve had more than one reminder of your short life, your vulnerability as a human, weak and tender skin, short lives and a delicate body. There were so many things in the world that could pose a possible danger to you and they hated that.

You lived shorter lives than most monsters or hybrids, you grew sick and frail whereas hybrids could fight any viral infections or diseases, you didn’t have thicker skin despite all the extra layers of protective gear and you were a target of many for your choice of career. They were reminded of you mortality whenever you get hurt, blood painting your skin with a strong, metallic odour.

And it didn’t help that you’d often joke about it, throwing offhanded comments that made their hackles raise, body tense and mind brewing with what ifs scenario that has them tearing their hair from the root. While some monsters were more solitary than others, all of them were possessive of what they deemed their family —pack.

Ghost and König stuck closer during training, a tall, imposing figure behind you that acted as a guard dog to ward away anyone they deemed a danger. Soap and Horangi hung around you in the rec room, either laying on you or clinging to you, putting a show of ownership over you. Rudy and Alejandro, the ever active couple, were always finding you around the base, striking up a conversation and wrapping their arms around you. Gaz would was the cuddliest of the group, finding time outside of his busy to snuggle up against you and cover you with his wings, pulling you to sleep on his shoulder. Price, the man with the most authority in the TF made sure that you were always with someone on every Op, having someone to back you up in the most dire situation.

Every visit to the medic made them wild, it brought them closer to desperate measures. Would it be so bad to turn you in one? Would it be so bad to let Soap bite you during the full moon, his bite infecting you with his power: thicker skin, sturdier build, longer lifespan and better sense? The only draw backs were the higher wildness, near feral during full moons and a competitive mindset over the possessiveness and brattiness of a young werewolf.

Would it be so bad to make you return as a wraith? While Ghost learned to control his powers alone, the pain and emotions building up in his body without any way of letting it out, you had him, you wouldn’t be alone with the resurrection. He didn’t want you to feel the terror and agony by yourself —he didn’t want you to know how it felt to die and come back.

Would it be so bad to have a vampire turn you into one without becoming a thrall? You couldn’t walk in the sun, something you told them you enjoyed, you’d be restrained to specific activities and you wouldn’t like that, being limited by the sun. Granted, there were solutions to that, but none very comfortable.

They knew you were aware of your mortality, made fun of it and laughed as it this was your last day, but you didn’t fear death, you only feared leaving them. You were open to their thoughts, listening to their ideas and options with a neutral expression, but you didn’t reject the idea of turning you. That was a good thing, a step forward in their mind.

Now all that needed to do was to let you decide which path you wanted to walk.

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[karabell]

Oooof I know this is super late but this piece took a lot to complete lol

Happy 100 109 Discord members!!

The challenge was to draw the gang as detectives, so I put them all in a 1940’s-inspired detective au!

(I also had to completely guess most of Violets design lol)

Plus a little bonus storyline that I came up with while I was drawing this:

“Entry 39. July 13th, 1941, Charlie Hollow.

The case hasn’t been progressing like we’d hoped. Another person went missing yet again, and just as all the others, only the victim's eye was left at their last known location. The people in town are getting desperate for answers, and we can only tell them to remain calm, to stay inside, and to keep their doors locked.

All my leads have turned up dead ends, and at this point it just feels like this killer is driving us in circles. They leave decoy evidence, and always leave one of the victim’s eyes in a glass jar as the signature of their crime. They are skilled, that’s for sure. They never leave another trace.

Reports from the lab don’t help us, either. None of the victims are related, or show any kind of DNA from another person. All we’ve managed to gather from them was that the cuts that removed the eye from its owner were clean. The killer is definitely handy with a knife. A chef, perhaps?

Our current lead seems promising, at least. We’ve found that there is a connection to the library. The names of the missing people match ones that have been documented as having checked out books. Fairy tales specifically. We’ve found a few of these books in the victims' homes, but there doesn’t seem to be any differences in these books compared to others.

When we’ve asked the librarian, his answers always remained the same. ‘My apologies detective, but I have no evidence I can provide. I offer my sincerest condolences to the families affected’.

It’s not just his practiced excuse that keeps him at the top of my suspect list. There’s always been something…off about him. His actions always seem too choreographed. He never makes a wrong step, or fumbles over his words, or even shows a hint of expression on his face. It’s always the same quirk of his lips forming a smile, the same tilt of his head, the same tone of voice, and the same eyes, ones void of empathy. Eyes that have seen so much in their time, that they’ve become dull. I know the killer is connected to him, and I will do anything and everything to figure it out.”

[iid-smile]

★ — CANDY

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content — teacher!shinazugawa sanemi x fem!teacher!reader, modern au, established relationship (married), he's a bit mean ☹️, jealousy, reader is shorter than him, he calls you mrs shinazugawa, a little suggestive at the end but nothing much

wc — 1.1k (woops)

dec 9 ★ event masterlist — for the lovely @sanemistar !

a/n — totally missed the opportunity to make this birthday based but its ok 😚 got a little carried away and this didnt end up as fluffy and clear as i wanted it to be + maybe some mistakes

the holidays have just started. the day has felt particularly short, probably because the energy from the students completely drained you out. nevertheless, it's been fun, and a nice break from teaching. you were more than excited to be able to spend some more time with your husband without him being frustrated every other day.

to your misfortune, you did have the odd favour or two to take care of before you got to go home. they were only quick ones, plus a few papers to stack up and take in for marking. plus a lost sweater that you can't leave in your classroom. plus some books that contain tests in need of grades. oh... that's a lot.

you'd rather not take your time walking back home, especially with the heavy items in your arms. in fact, you were walking quick enough to catch up with sanemi who was just ahead of you, even though he left earlier.

he raises an eyebrow at you as you approach his side happier than usual, eyeing the heaps of colourful bags and drawings you're juggling in your hands. "what's all of this?" he questions as he opens the door, letting you walk in first while simultaneously helping you out by taking the smaller books and packaged goods balanced on top.

before you answer, you dump everything on the kitchen counter, letting out a small huff. "gifts from the kids for new years."

"for new years?" his face scrunches up. he flicks through some of the art pieces you've received, some drawings and others are cut out snowflakes. "never heard of that in my life."

"because nobody's ever given you any."

"really? you got an attitude now?"

a soft giggle leaves your lips as you shrug. "no, it's just the truth."

he sifts through what you got. a lot of hand-drawn cards, some store bought ones, chocolates and candy, random toys, candy, more candy. they're kids. of course they'd give you a bunch of junk. but one thing seems to catch his eye, and not in a good way.

you turn in his direction at the sound of his grumbles of slight irritation, and the source of it is in his hands. "flowers?"

"mhm."

they're hellebores. not the prettiest bouquet, and quite obviously have been deported a while ago from who knows where. with a little more inspection, you notice the words 'grown in italy' in bold letters close to the bottom of the stems. italy? these surely couldn't have been cheap.

your attention shifts as you wander around the kitchen, sorting things out into different categories. you were trusting sanemi enough to not fiddle with anything too much, but you didn't notice him picking up the flowers, squinting his eyes at them.

carelessly, he shakes them around. he wasn't even trying to be sneaky about it. the rustling noise was loud and clear. you snatch them out of his hands, checking for damage. some petals fluttered down onto the kitchen tiles, alongside some loose stems and leafs, but overall they were in good shape. gosh, does he have no respect for your students?

even with your now slightly sour mood, his face remains indifferent, aside from the furrow in his eyebrows. "you don't even like these ones."

"it's the thought that counts." you retort, the decision of either leaving them in a vase or putting them in the living room as decor spinning around in your mind. "i think they're quite nice."

he snorts, his hands now shoved in his pockets. "see, if i got you those, you would hate them."

"when have i ever hated something you've gifted me?"

that one got him. he can only pull a face at you as he trudges over to a nearby chair and sits down. you make sure to place the flowers a good distance away from him, just in case he decides to go and mess things up again.

you had prepared in advance to display some of the snowflakes that you've made yourself since you had planned to do more holiday based activities instead of lesson work, but you hadn't anticipated that some that the students cut out were for you. you don't even know if your wall was long enough, and you wanted to put some cards up as well...

"oi." he tosses you a little trinket he bought earlier on in the month that was sitting around.

it's a flat ornament of sorts, shaped like a little tabby cat. it was flat on it's back, paws expertly sculpted to look extra squishable. it was stuck to a circular background with a red and white checkered pattern, and right on it's belly was a thin ribbon tied into a bow, almost dwarfing the miniature animal. cute... how could you forget you had it?

actually, why did he throw it? it's ceramic, for goodness sake.

deep breaths. this was supposed to be a peaceful for you, but his eyes burning into your back was burning — literally on fire. you can't decorate in these conditions.

momentarily, your eyes shut. 'things will get better', you tell yourself, but there's always that odd time where he's just... you don't even know. unbearable sounds too strong. annoying is too harsh. difficult, perhaps?

"make sure you put mine in the middle." and he strikes again.

luckily, you could tell he's more playful this time, knowing he's starting to get on your nerves. you play along, as you always do. "but you're not in my class," you tilt your head towards him, raising an eyebrow. "are you?"

"so? i'm your husband, why shouldn't i be there?" he taunts.

it would be rude not to show it off, especially after you insisted that you loved it. "whatever you say, mr shinazugawa." you relent, finally letting him have his time to shine. the cat shifts over to become the center piece, just below a printed photograph of the two of you together.

a sigh escapes through his nose. "thank you, missus."

"mm... missus who?"

"mrs shinazugawa."

"better."

silence. he's still not satisfied. no matter what he does, all of these meaningless gifts seem to be more important than his. what else can he do?

he wanted your full attention. he wanted to feel your soothing touch, he wanted your lips smashed against his, he wanted you, everything. how can you not see that at this point?

"how about you do this later..." your vision is suddenly obstructed by sanemi's shoulder, his voice now oddly low with a hint of suggestiveness laced into it. "and we head upstairs?" one hand was around your waist, the other on your shoulder, ready to guide you towards the bedroom door. pushy, but you like it.

either way, your little plan worked out in the end. you have him all to yourself, and you can only thank him giving into his jealousy all too quick.

[captain039]

Part 5 The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

Previous part <-

Dearest reader, it seems our lovely duke has finally taken to the dance floor. If you missed last night's grand Solar eclipse then let me tell you what a grand soirée it was indeed. Our men of progress dressed as dark as moons and two golden Suns dancing with them. Our duke danced the Solar eclipse with a most interesting suitor indeed. Oh, and how wonderfully they danced indeed.

Having lunch with the esteemed Mel Medarda was more nerve-wracking than you anticipated. The Councilwoman was indeed discreet with her collection a simple carriage one unmarked without the Talis emblem your mama ever the nosy person society she of was Instantly demanded why you were suddenly going out sure enough your papa managed to distract her for five minutes so you could escape with your lady maid.

Arriving at the Talis house once again in the middle of the day was even more grand than arriving at night. Everything was as gold and bright as the sun, though with a lot fewer people now you can enjoy it more without the nerves of a hundred people buzzing around. Councilwoman Medarda greets you in her dining room, she wears a white and gold dress more formal and daily wear than her extravagant ball gown.

“Councilwoman” you bow your head as your lady maid waits over with the other servants. Mel smiles at you.

“Sit, please” she says and you sit across from her looking at the array of food.

“Tea?” She asks and you nod politely wondering if her tea is as extravagant as the rest of everything Medarda/Talis.

“I hear the town is abuzz with gossip at your dance with the duke” she says smiling and you almost choke on your tea as you take a sip of it.

“I- is it?” You say deciding to place your cup of tea down then make a mess.

“It is, I was at the modiste, the madame there had a lot to say indeed” she grins.

“Oh” you say not sure how what to say in such a situation.

“I doubt you want to talk about gossip you seem like a smart young woman to me” she says as the servants come over and serve you food.

“Thank you,” you say to the servant who nods before they leave.

“You must have questions” she says and you frown.

“About?” You ask.

“Why the Duke of course” She laughs softly and you hesitate with your food feeling even more nervous.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she says suddenly.

“You don’t go out often? With other young ladies of the city?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I see” she whispers frowning in thought.

“Well, we must change that,” she says.

Councilwoman Mel Medarda indeed makes good on her word. You travel to the markets together, a few famous cafes and bakeries, you even walk the gardens from time to time when she is free, in fact, you’ve been to the council palace now. You appreciate her gestures and feel more confident around her, she’s a smart ambitious woman any young lady would look up to, but being one-on-one with her makes you see her in a new light. It’s a Friday around mid-morning when a servant walks into the drawing room announcing you have a visitor. You half expect Mel what you don’t expect is to see the duke walk in, Cane in one hand and flowers in another.

“My duke how lovely to see you” Your mama instantly tries to butter her. The duke waves a hand slightly and a servant comes forward with a basket of flowers.

“For you Lady Y/l/n” he says she gasps a little over the top and takes them.

“My duke such a lovely gift” she smiles.

“And these are for you” he walks forward with a smaller bouquet in his hand and hands it to you. You stare at the flowers then back at him then at the flowers before your mother subtly jostles your side.

“Thank you my duke they are wonderful” you nod handing them to a ladymaid to place them in a vase.

“Well come in sit, I’m afraid we weren’t expecting visitors our have the servants bring out some tea” your mama says. The duke nods and moves slowly to sit down on one of the couches. Your mama nudges you ungraciously and you sigh sitting down by the duke at a respectful distance. Your mother sits at the other end of the room resuming her cross stitching. You look at your hands in your lap a bit awkwardly wondering what young ladies even say when a gentleman calls on them.

“How was your lunch with the “You slap a hand over his mouth and he raises an eyebrow, he glances at your mama and then smiles behind your hand nodding. You sigh in relief and lower your hand nodding as well. He keeps his smirk on his face for a moment.

“How has your week been my lady?” He asks instead and you nod.

“Good, yes I-“ you trail off wondering how you can talk without giving away your visits with the councilwoman.

“I’ve been to the gardens, ah the art gallery too that was exciting” you say trying to sound as natural as you can.

“Ah yes, the art gallery is quite exquisite, any favourite pieces?” He asks following along with your subtleness.

You manage to talk easily with him, though within reason, you’re not sure how long a caller is supposed to stay but it feels like hours by the time your father comes down from his office and sees the duke before whisking him away with whatever gentlemen talk about.

Viktor knew exactly where you had been and when you had been. Tuesday you attended the Medarda lunch, you left at exactly 12:15pm arrived at 12:25pm and left at 1:45pm. You went to the South Pond Gardens at 11:15am in the morning, took the reserved part of the gardens with your lady maid and then left at 11:45am. You attended the Killian gallery at 2:00pm and looked at the famous works of Kain Killian himself as well as a few from John Partridge, and Philip Suns. You left the gallery at 3:35pm and arrived home at 3:43pm. He knows you’ve been to the Stewards bakery, the Brisks cafe and he knows when you attended the council palace. He also knows you’ve had two gentlemen arrive at your doorstep who were promptly removed from the premises before anyone could bat an eyelid and he’s had those men who your mama paid discreetly dealt with. He knows your mother's favourite flowers, bakery items, and preferred cross-stitch technique, he also knows when your father is busy in his office, which gentlemen’s club he goes to, he also knows your father isn’t as nice as he appears having gone to the Black Roses brothel in the middle of the night. What he won’t allow himself to know is your favourite things, he wants you to tell him yourself, he wants you to want to open up to him, and let him carry whatever burdens a young lady like yourself might have, he wants you in his estate and he wants to have you on every service in his estate no matter what servants of his is watching. He wants to know every gasp, moan and cry you make, how many fingers you can take before you try to push him away, and how many orgasms he can get out of you before you collapse, he wants you to himself, to belong to him and nobody else.

Next part ->

[holopossums]

I dmand EVERY picture of CJ you had drew!! Pretty please

Considering I'm super disorganized about my art and don't post everything I draw (sometimes it stays just in my server or among friends, or I just don't show anyone because it's unfinished/I'm unsatisfied), I'll have to find a lot of stuff that I've forgotten about.

Actually, I can just show some stuff that I *haven't* posted! (Everything else I ever have should be here.) Some of this stuff is Krow before I added the white hair because I didn't have that idea until around April.

^ Appropriately titled "Krow Smug Bitch". Everyone has fun with the cowboy AUs so why can't I?

^ He got nervous about seeing Usagi/Yukito I suppose

^ This one is interesting. Originally it was supposed to be just Krow as a magical boy, but then it turned into a bit of a mythology AU. He's the son of Yatagarasu the Three-Legged Crow from Shinto myth. Wasn't quite sure about everything... this was probably the result of watching too much Kamichama Karin as a kid lol

^ For fans of Transformers - TFP Optimus Prime with good ol' canon CJ! I feel like they would get along. Something about that red-and-blue leader drew him in I guess.

^ This was actually my first pass at an older version design of Krow. This was a complete piece too, but I was unsatisfied within a week or two. You can still see that I kept some things, notably the piercings, beard, and the idea of tattoos, as well as the Leo-inspired shoulder pads. The tattoo designs changed and so did the armor color, but it was an interesting first try at the older design.

^ A second attempt and older Krow, I was getting closer. (Still love the fashion on this though.)

^ The point I realized that I can't draw this man thin and have to start drawing him beefier and more filled out more consistently because it would be a crime against god or something. Was still finalizing his tattoos at this point and playing around with the idea of white hair. Considered the idea of the Hamato crest tattoo near his heart before nixing it because it's too cheesy and the Hamato tattoo is something a lot of people do for older/future character designs.

^ Ninpo weapon design for Older Krow! Yes he has a cyan scythe (really more of a kusarigama since it has a chain and weight at the end). Yes it's cool as fuck. No you can't touch it.

He's basically a reaper and it plays into his whole aesthetic as a crow, which symbolizes an omen of death. Crows are also often seen with scythe and scarecrow imagery because they're related to harvests.

I don't know why I never posted this, it *looks* finished... I think there was something off about the anatomy and I intended to fix it and then forgot and ugh. But anyway! There you go.

^ A height chart for younger Krow and Yukito that I never quite finished. But it's interesting to see them to the actual scale that I imagine them to be - Krow is 5'6", and Yukito's height is reversed since he's 6'5". Since both are around 19 when they meet, they're at their full adult heights here. Long live your short king!

^ Older Krow with lightning gloves. Which doesn't make sense actually because his gloves are electrical insulators to keep himself from getting zapped from one of his attacks. But who cares about that! It's cool!

^ Scythe sketch. Just trying to get a feel for the vibe of how he wields one. His cape/cloak plus the scythe probably gives opportunity for some really cool directional flow to occur.

^ Something I doodled just the other day. Old Krow but more cartoony and goofy. Love this silly guy!

I'm sure there's many more that I've missed, probably lots of half-finished sketches and doodles, but this is a lot of what I've found.

[yeloenk]

I WANNA KNOW MORE ABT UR CROSS CCINO I AM INVESTED PLZ

GRABS YOU AND SHAKES YOU AROUND

where do i even.. start.... oh my goodness

OKAY so,, cross and ccino. first i'll go over how i think they would meet, then i'll go over how their relationship would be like.

i think cross, after the whole x-event is resolved, is now left without purpose. he doesn't know what to do; he tries to fit in with the other omega timeline residents, but he feels wrong and out of place after everything that he did. he feels undeserving of a "real home"—plus, the omega timeline feels too restrictive to him. since he was a multiversal threat not too long ago, he was put under rules & observation. it reminded him way too much of being controlled by X-Gaster, so he takes off to figure out things on his own.

he drifts from au to au for a while, trying to find one that sticks. when he stumbles across fluffytale, the weird friendliness/calmness of it draws him in.

i won't delve into the story i have for them too much after this point (i'm currently writing a fic about it!!!) but long story short, cross begins working with ccino at the cafe.

FROM THERE !!! from there, their relationship is verryyy slow. cross is super hesitant about opening up about anything; at first, he dodges any personal questions from ccino. but over time, he grows more and more comfortable with him and sharing bits about himself. he slowly learns what it's like to be safe and happy again.

now, ccino. since ccino and nightmare are or were canon at some point in fluffytale, i believe ccino would be left with.. quite a bit of trauma from the relationship. he struggles a LOT with his self worth and motivation; he puts on a nonchalant, "happy" front to his customers. i think he would struggle taking care of himself, and would make self deprecating jokes to cope. he often misses meal times, making up excuses for himself. but, cross kinda sees right through his act, and can tell something's up.

cross would get ccino to let his walls down; it takes a while, because ccino is terrified of being vulnerable to another person again. he's afraid he'll be hurt again, he's afraid he isn't and never will be enough for cross. since cross was under nightmare's influence at one point, he has that to emphasize with ccino & make him feel better about himself.

they are a SLOWburn friends to lovers with miscommunication and mutual pining,,, they both think they aren't good enough for the other before one confesses giggle!!!!!

they both help each other see the best in themselves, and learn what it means to have safe love again. AND YEEWAHAHGGSHSGHS THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKKK SOBBING ON THE FLOOR I LOVE THEMEEMMM!!!!! i wanna share more of my thoughts about their story but again i dont wanna spoil the fic im cooking up

ALSO. I HAVE A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST FOR THEM. yoooouu should totes check it out if u wanna,,, hehe

link

im a freak about them. can you tell

[tifalikesart]

(WKDG AU) 🌊🌿- Is Anyone There? (short thing)

[Aviva Really hated going into the Forest. It wasn't because she was scared of it or anything. It was just too high of a chance she'd get lost in the trees.. She was already pretty deep in, as the dusk turned the beautiful forest into a place where anything could jump out and get her. Her Lantern was slowly running out of light, and she needed to find her Invention fast. Or what was left of it anyway.. but.. as she was in her own thoughts, a rustle was heard from high above the trees.]

"what was-" [another rustle cut her off. She raised her lantern high, trying to get anything close to a figure. Aviva looked behind, starting to feel really tense..]

[The Inventor was about to step backwards and go back to the kingdom gates, she felt her boot step on something which cracked, she looked down, seeing some sort of wooden arrow with a green paw engraved on it.?]

"okay.. don't panic- uhm.."

[She took a breath.]

"Is anyone there?" [She asked. Her voice echoed.]

[After about a minute of waiting. She just assumed it was just an animal. Aviva picked up the two broken halves of the Arrow and placed it in one of her many pockets. Deciding to try and look tomorrow for her Invention. But it's probably long gone already.. so, she turned back hastily.]

[little did she know.. there was someone there. Two people in fact.]

"It seemed like you missed an arrow Mr Organized.."

[Martin spoke as he whispered to his younger brother. Both of them high up in the Branches looking at Aviva's lantern light slowly as it fades far off..]

"well sorry. Look. She seems.. safe. Enough. Plus i don't think she's gonna think anything serious with a single arrow. I mean that could be anyone's arrow!"

Martin nodded.

"i mean yeah, you might be right.."

The green Kratt leaned back on the bark.

"anyways.. i think it's time to head back home."

"mhm. Lets. Where do you wanna rest tonight?"

"well.."

[The two brothers climbed through the trees into the night.. choosing to hit the hay.]

Hope you all enjoyed! I'm not a good writer but hopefully this was decent enough.. btw got lazy with the kratt bros so i didn't draw any bodies lol

[another note this is placed before Aviva even knew about the bros existence]

[rosurie]

parents since I've been rotating them over my mind fire like marshmallows ♡

Damsel's Parents

Solange [she/her] and Ezra [he/they]

Solange is a local star. not famous by any means but known in town.

She just kind of decided one day that like "man this taking care of a kid shit is kinda hard :/ I dont even like her like that. plus i really wanna focus on my career" so off to Bailey's Damsel goes!

- or off to Bibi's in Distortion's AU. more on Bibi later.

Damsel is aware of who her mom is she just doesn't bother to look for her.

while Damsel doesn't give a shit about her mom regarless of AU, Starlet is a petty little bitch. only became a model and aimed to be a celebrity to spite her mom. her logic is "if I end up more famous than her that'll show her that her career was shit regardless if she had a baby or not. plus your little "pointless waste of time" baby is better than you so suck my dick"

Ezra's currently in a mental institution

- he also attempted to kill Solange once. she had it coming honestly.

also Damsel has Ezra's last name because they were trying to spite Solange who wanted Damsel to have her last name ♡

Damsel doesn't know him 😔 and he knows of her but he hasn't seen her since she was an infant.

- if Ezra WAS around, Damsel would be SUCH a daddy's girl.

Noé's Parents

Inés [she/her] and Aimé [he/him]

paranoid religious zealots who lived off the grid

responsible for placing the cult leader mindset seed in Noé's head. they used to just watch cult documentaries and videos of cult leaders preaching to their followers during Noé's formative years and all he took away from that is "these guys are really charming and lots of people love them <3"

plus he was pretty revered by his parents when he was younger because they believed they were two of few people that weren't inherently evil and they just made a child !!! that's one more perfect good person !

little did they know they made my horrible bastard son <3

they died at Noé's hand. should've expected that I fear.

Romī's Moms

Billie "Bibi" [she/they] and Daphne [she/her]

these two were so in love with each other it was sickening to everyone around them.

if you don't pay attention to the blood, and the cannibalism, and the mutual encouraged violence against each other, they're just two lovebirds (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

Romī was fucked from the beginning because these two would just...tell her this insane stuff as a kid. in graphic detail. like doing an impromptu, unanesthetized surgery on your lover is peak romance.

- they also tell Damsel and Noé this in angel Damsel au and that's why angel Damsel is well...like That™

they murdersuicided ?? [is it murder because they didn't die by their own hands or suicide because they planned and orchestrated this event?? idk. you decide]

- they cut each other open to let their intestines tangle together. they bled out together in the ultimate show of love ♡ romantic !!

The Twins Parents

Frances [she/her] and Izumi [they/them]

teen parents!! they were fuck buddies in their school days

Izumi was an exchange student and Frances got pregnant in the last month of them being in the country. they left before she found out. they didn't keep in touch so Izumi is just like...completely unaware of the twins.

Frances took the twins to the orphanage with plans to continue to visit them but she just couldn't take care of them. she went missing not long after.

Izumi had mentioned in passing once that they liked the name "Tamayo" and that's where Frances got her name from.

- Tomoe was a name she chose that just sounded good next to Tamayo in her mind.

BONUS ft. Fragola [@/poisonedstrawberry] based on me realizing after drawing Ezra that I accidentally gave Solange and Damsel similar types lol

ref for damsels pose

[einsatzzz]

Homicipher ft. Ryuuka rough drawings...plus some ramblings below! (there will be spoilers from the game btw)

I've always loved otome games but I didn't expect to like this game this much when I first watched a playthrough of it. Like, I didn't even know it was an otome game when I clicked on the video to watch it! I thought it's a normal horror vn game djdhdjvdjd

Anyway, I'm lowkey obsessed with these freaks. I especially like the four characters above so far. And I didn't get to draw them here but I like Mr. Chopped, Bride, Mr. Gap and Mr. Machete too! Also, this might already be expected of me, but I love the MC(Adami) too, they're so interesting!

Since I ended up liking it a lot and I also needed to get these wiggles off my brain, I ended up cooking some not-so-serious AU where Ryuuka gets isekai'd to their monster world. I chose Ryuuka because I know she would thrive there (she has quite the homicidal/murderous tendencies/urges, only kept at bay by her pursuit of knowledge + following her twin's moral compass) and can be a freak like Adami too fkhfmdbdnd so I thought it'd be interesting to yeet her in there!

I can imagine she's initially wearing her standard outfit at first (labcoat + black turtleneck dress), but at some point, it would be replaced by the raincoat since the labcoat would be soaked with too much blood (shoutout to Bride for the raincoat supplies). She's still wearing the turtleneck dress underneath because I don't think she'll fall in the water with those hand monsters, so she won't need a change of clothes for that one.

In terms of language learning, she's a pretty smart cookie, so she'll figure it out quite fast. So there's no problem there.

As for how the whole deal with Mr. Scarletella happened: I can imagine that since Ryuuka is a yakuza boss/assassin, she ends up dumping dead bodies of her victims in this strange but convenient building. Because somehow, the bodies dumped there are never found, which is a win for her. But then it turns out that that place is Mr. Scarletella's teritorry 😭😭 and he thought that those dead bodies that Ryuuka has been dumping to his place were offerings for him ("F-for me?! 🥺✨❤️" type of bs). That's why he ends up obsessed with her like in the og, so now he's chasing her down to get her name...👁️👄👁️ (deja vu...ive been in this place before...i can make a 🐥🍎 au out of this---)

Also another thing I wanna mention is that I firmly believe that Mr. Silvair and her would get along as both people of "science" dmbdmdbdnd but I must admit I need to re-watch and analyze his route and endings more, since I feel I'm still missing a few things abt him.

For Mr. Hood, I think she appreciates him teaching her about the language and him carrying her around when she does accidentally gets chibi-fied. In general, she appreciates people who are patient with her and people who knows when to stay quiet. The same would apply for Mr. Crawling though he's a bit on the chatty side. Ultimately, she also doesn't mind having a puppy-like character like him following her around.

My brain is starting to die again ughudhsjshhughhhhhh that's all for now!

[wendig0ld]

🇺🇸

Hey ! I just wanted to clarify a few things that are close to my heart 💙

Especially for my universe "In your walls", but it goes for all my stories and all my characters. I have nothing against fan creations, whether it's drawings, fanfiction or anything else. Be creative, it couldn't make me happier !

HOWEVER

1. My characters and my stories belong to me, and I would like to be at least cited when you create something related to them.

2. The most important point : in my "In your walls" story, the character of Noomie is a CHILD while Tristan is an ADULT. I will not tolerate any love ship between these two, and if that crosses your mind, please stay very far away from me and my creations !

I know some of you miss "In your walls", I haven't given up on the project. It will remain on hiatus until I feel ready and up to the task of reworking on it.

Thanks for reading and take care.

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Hey ! Je voulais juste clarifier quelques points qui me tiennent à cœur 💙

Surtout pour mon univers "In your walls", mais cela vaut pour toutes mes histoires et tous mes personnages. Je n'ai rien contre les fan créations, que ce soit des dessins, des fanfictions ou autre. Soyez créatifs, ça ne pourrait pas me rendre plus heureuse !

CEPENDANT

1. Mes personnages et mes histoires m'appartiennent, et j'aimerais au moins être citée lorsque vous créez quelque chose en rapport avec eux.

2. Le point le plus important : dans mon histoire "In your walls", le personnage de Noomie est un ENFANT tandis que Tristan est un ADULTE. Je ne tolérerai aucun ship amoureux entre ces deux-là, et si cela vous traverse l'esprit, restez très loin de moi et de mes créations !

Je sais que "In your walls" manque à certains d'entre vous, je n'ai pas abandonné le projet. Il restera en pause jusqu'à ce que je me sente prête et à la hauteur de la tâche de retravailler dessus.

Merci de votre lecture et prenez soin de vous.

[irregularcollapse]

TIME FICCC i miss time buckyyy i miss good real thoughtful bipolar representation i miss beautiful scary walls of mystical snow xxx

Time ficccccc xxxxx thank u bestie

In which Bucky is self-medicating with alcohol, waiting for the inevitability of his brain snapping, and leaning in to being the family fuck up because it’s what he thinks he deserves, anyway. I wonder what happens when you take an unmedicated bipolar guy, block access to his crutch/coping method, and chuck him into a scenario that pushes the bounds of sanity.

Kind of a spoiler, but also a moment of Bucky trying to rationalise himself to calm after he and his new tag-along are accosted by Germans:

The beating had been real (Bucky has the smarting aches to prove it) and so had the bullets (blood all over the other American’s fingers), and Bucky has heard of historical war re-enactors but he doesn’t think the middle-aged guys running around Gettysburg actually try to kill each other.

He can’t stop his stare from drifting, from finding the other American’s profile and picking all over him. There’s iron-clad determination in his expression, in the way he’s marching on while injured, and he isn’t sparing Bucky a single glance, which makes deciding whether or not he’s a part of this a whole lot more difficult.

If he’s consensually role-playing a Nazi capture with actual bullets, then maybe for once Bucky isn’t the biggest fuckup in the proverbial room.

If the entire thing is an act and he’s just going along so the freaks behind them don’t do worse than they’ve already done, well. There are two of them now. Two against three, the odds aren’t so bad. Wouldn’t be so bad, if they weren’t both injured.

The only color left in the guy’s face which isn’t a shade of grey is, fascinatingly, the flush of his lips. It isn’t the sort of thing that Bucky should be noticing, but there they are: berry red and delicious, pouting with the way he’s panting his breaths a little, something wholly out of place with the clusterfuck of everything on this day. Staring at him, those pretty lips are weirdly grounding—burst of color in a blizzard of a different kind, drawing Bucky’s focus and giving him a thin shard of clarity.

I also have my long overdue Christmas AU in which Bucky is also hurled into a Situation™ and has to unpack a lot of his feelings about being bipolar and how it connects to his relationships:

Two months into living in London, Bucky had rejected a call from Gale. It had been late, and Bucky had been unable to sleep because this should’ve been the opportunity of a lifetime but nothing he did was good enough, and every mistake was just another reason why he didn’t deserve this, and he didn’t have it in him to pretend to be the guy who Gale was waiting for. A week later, Bucky had his stomach pumped in A&E; his flatmate had been the one to call the paramedics. He never told Gale, but it didn’t matter so much anyway, because only a few days after that, he got kicked out of a pub for trying to start a jousting tournament with the pool cues, called Gale from the adjoining laneway to break up with him, and then did a rail off a freckled redhead’s dick in a club bathroom stall. The lithium prescription had been his birthday gift to himself that year.

Bucky wonders if this version of Gale had been spared any of it. Gale presses the heels of his palms into his eyesockets, inhales through a wet shudder, and the most unselfish decision that Bucky has ever made had been while he was manic.

All my Buckies are bipolar but some are more bipolar than others lmao

(For this WIP ask game plus an obnoxious bonus)

[notnotstarving]

Dst Squid Game AU

Because I was bored

Wilson is player 456 cuz he's main character duh

Maxwell is player 001, except he used to be the frontman and now he's a player cuz he pissed Them (the real people who created and fund the games) off.

Charlie's the actual frontman now

Don't worry guys they don't play against each other in this one, they play against some other randos we don't care about. Also Wickerbottom is the only reason Team 2 survives.

More shit under read more for those who are interested

The Guards

Wanda's a guard too, I just didn't wanna draw her.

I wanted Wortox to be a player, but he could be the recruiter lmao

(don't ask me about wormwood i have no idea what to do with him)

The Players

Thats all the drawing I had the energy to do but uh. As for the others and why they're here uhhh

Wilson blew up his Uni and has student loans

Wolfgang comes from a large, poor, immigrant family and he's pulling all his weight to help every single one of them out

Warly took a loan out to start his restaurant and it flopped lmao what a loser. Plus he couldn't really keep up with the workload with his mother's deteriorating health.

Wickerbottom's library blew up. Which was costly. She also did not want to participate in these sketchy ass games when she was recruited. But the business card Wortox gave her looks a lot like the one a frequent patron of the library (Willow) had on her before she went missing 🤔

[overlyspecific]

Part 8 of Merlin Hood AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

The room is dark, lit only by a sliver of sun peaking through a hole in the wall when Merlin comes too. A breeze through the dark dank cave causes Merlin to shutter. His wrists ache from being chained in cold iron above his head and the sound of water dripping echoing through the chamber pulls a sorrowful longing sound from Merlin’s scratchy throat.

Merlin: *whispering to himself* Well this couldnt get any worse…

Merlin looks quickly around him for the witchfinder to approach. From Merlin’s experience they usually can’t resist the urge to say something witty like ‘Oh, but it can’ or ‘I was hoping you would say that.’ If Gwaine was there they’d probably bet on which one it would be. Man, he missed Gwaine and Lancelot and Gwen and Arthur. Wait, Arthur! He was in the woods and he was looking for Merlin! Merlin smiled to himself sadly, it was nice to have people who cared about him…even if one of them was a clotpole.

The Witchfinder (Aredian): Oh my boy, there’s nothing to smile about.

Merlin: *sighing* I liked my options better. Why are we even here? Don’t you just want to deliver me to the king and get paid?

Aredian: But wheres the fun in that? Besides the king has some questions for you that he knows I can get answers for.

Merlin: If its about how I manage to look this good when I’ve been living in a forest for years, the answer manages to escape me too.

A bucket of cold water is thrown at Merlin, irritating his wounds. Merlin typically doesnt like the idea of killing anyone, but for Aredian he could make an exception. A small bit of magic sparks itself in Merlin’s abdomen, comforting him before diminishing once again. Merlin groans it frustration.

Aredian: What? No more quips? Did I get the fearsome Merlin to finally shut his trap?

Merlin: *gritting through his teeth* Not likely.

Aredian throws his head back in a laugh and Merlin watches as he brandishes a dagger.

Aredian: Good. The fun is just beginning.

Meanwhile, Lancelot, Gwen and Gwaine are thinking of plans to rescue Merlin at the hideout.

Gwaine: All I’m saying is if you have enough chickens-

Lancelot and Gwen: *monotone because they have heard Gwaine pitch this four times now* -they make for a good diversion.

Gwaine pouts a bit.

Lancelot: Gwaine, we don’t even know where they took him. Merlin has made it pretty clear that he can break out of almost every dungeon and cell they keep him in so I doubt they’ve taken him to the castle.

Gwen: Plus, if he was at the castle, the king would be showing him off to everyone as an example and we haven’t heard anything like that yet.

Lancelot: Gwen, why don’t I escourt you back to the castle so you can try to gather more information. Gwaine can scavenge the woods for anywhere they might be keeping Merlin.

Gwen takes off in the direction of the castle leaving Lancelot with Gwaine for a moment.

Lancelot: We’ve been through these woods a thousand times, there’s only a few places that he could be hidden.

Gwaine: Right. I’ll scavenge the areas and you can send word if Gwen hears anything.

Lancelot: Be careful, Gwaine.

Gwaine: *smirking* When am I not?

Gwaine takes off in the other direction and Lancelot sighs. He really needs more friends that don’t attract trouble like it’s their job. But they are all he’s got and he’ll do anything for them. After a moment, Lancelot takes off after Gwen.

In another area of the forest, Arthur wakes up to in a bed of flowers. The sun is shining high above his head and his chainmail is laid out against the grass next to him, leaving him in his tunic and breeches. Birds are chirping near by and Arthur rubs at his eyes. He feels at peace, but something is wrong. He was supposed to do something or be somewhere. He knows it.

Rustling in a bush catches Arthur’s attention and he gets up quickly to draw his sword. A hooded figure approaches Arthur and raises out their hand.

Hooded figure: Arthur Pendragon.

Arthur: Who are you? Where is this place?

Hooded figure: I have many names but for our purposes you can call me Pirerymus.

Arthur: Pyramus? Like the tragic love story?

Pirerymus: *softly chuckles* No, but it this case it might work just as well. As for your where you are, I’m surprised you don’t recognize this place. It means a lot for your future and your destiny. Tell me, what does it feel like to you.

Arthur: Peaceful, warm, protecting. It feels sort of like it’s watching over me, like if I fell asleep again right here I would safe.

Pirerymus: and when have you felt that before?

Arthur thinks back and has a hard time placing it. He feels safe at Camelot but he’s always a little on edge waiting for the next person to try to kill him or for his father’s disapproving words. The only time he has really felt at ease is when he is with…

Arthur: Merlin.

Pirerymus: He’s your protector and your destiny, but the same applies to you. You must protect him as well.

Arthur: How am I supposed to protect the most powerful sorceror ever? What can I do that he can’t?

Pirerymus: He may be very powerful but he is not a warrior. Not like you.

Arthur: Well, I don’t know how much good that’s going to do now. I don’t even know where he is and I still don’t know where I am or how it connects to our destiny.

Pirerymus: Oh, but you do. He told you exactly where he was.

Arthur: The light.

Pirerymus: Yes. You need to learn how to understand what he is telling you, otherwise you two will never unite the land and bring about the golden age of Albion.

Arthur: I don’t have time for this. He’s in trouble.

Pirerymus: Emrys’s own well-being is not my main concern. You will find in time that he can handle a lot. However, if he loses control the safety of everyone and everything around him is at risk.

Arthur: Merlin would never hurt anyone.

Pirerymus: That may be the case, but if any outside forces got control of even a sliver of his true power they could do a great deal of damage.

Arthur: So, I’m supposed to keep people from stealing his magic?

Pirerymus: You are to protect him when he cannot protect himself just as he does for you. But you will need to work together this to work. Emrys has already opened up to you. Now, you must do the same. Follow me.

Pirerymus leads Arthur through the wildflowers until they get to a small lake and they stop at the water’s edge.

Pirerymus: Tell me, Arthur, what do you feel now?

Arthur: *pauses for a moment to take in his surroundings* There’s something in there. Something calling to me.

Pirerymus: Yes, I would guess so. After all, it was made for you.

Arthur looks back to the field of flowers. Most wildflowers have a cacophony of colors, but Arthur only sees here a very harmonious blue and golden yellow. Arthur closes his eyes for a minute and the calling from the lake grows. He wades into the lake.