#somethings deeply wrong with him i am so intrigued

[flovverworks]

after a billion yrs i added a lil line about my gbf verse.....<3 one day i might flesh it out to something in-universe, but since gbf is so "oh ure from another world? ya that happens..." i....am gonna keep w that..........(also cuz i do think discussing the different ways of magic, moon-enemy & this n that is more fun like this

[nemo-writes]

⋆˚࿔ ⋆˚࿔ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 ; 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆

↣ pack!tf141 x witch!reader

↣ chapter summary; a new face arrives in town, and everything begins to shift. something is terribly wrong strange, but no one is talking.

⚠️ warnings; none

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☆ story masterlist

As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows of the apothecary, you buzzed around, busy with substituting half-way empty jars with new ones full of elixirs and various herbs. The heavy scent of sage hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of brewing potions bubbling in the cauldron nestled in the corner. With a flick of your wrist, you lit the candles scattered around the shop, their soft glow casting long but warm shadows around the shop. 

Your familiar Sybil, a snow white Borzoi, twitched from her spot under the counter, slightly raising her head in attention. Not a second later, the bell above the door chimed with your first client of the day. 

“Well, well, still up with the dawn, I see.” The deep, raspy voice was unmistakable.

Alex stepped into the apothecary with his usual long strides, his dark blonde hair a touch wilder than you remembered. 

“And you're still sneaking around at sunrise," you teased lightly. “Here for Farah’s order? I was just about to pour a fresh batch.”

“Yeah,” he replied, as he handed you his usual green thermos for the refill. “She’s been feeling… well, she’s hanging in there. Just a bit more tired lately.”

You hummed knowingly, tightening your apron and moving to get the order ready. 

“Have you heard?”

“About?” You replied absentmindedly, focused on getting the exact quantity of steaming liquid into the thermos. 

“The new girl that Laswell took in.” 

That made you pause and turn to look at him. 

Laswell was a witch like you, and a deeply influential one at that. That made her difficult to approach, but even harder to earn her trust. It had taken you a year of back and forth before she allowed you to set up shop in this part of the city. So to say that you were slightly intrigued was an understatement. 

“Who now?”

He snorted, stretching over the counter to wriggle his fingers down at Sybil, and who in response raised her large snot to meet them in greeting. 

“Apparently a few nights ago Ghost saved this rando girl from the Rose District―”

“What the hell was she doing in the Rose District?” 

“Well clearly she’s not from around here.” He retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which clearly wasn’t. Even people from out of town knew to stay away from that place, especially at night. She was either from another country altogether or really, really, dumb. 

“Anyways, he took her to Laswell and she offered her a job on the spot. She even let her settle in the loft above her bar and all.”

“Well, that’s….unexpected? But good for her I guess.”

“But wanna hear the best part?” Shrugging you rang him up, throwing in a few stray herbs in a satin pouch as an extra for his wife. 

“She’s magicless, and a total smokeshow.” He was clearly trying to get a rise out of you, and honestly, he was successful. Rolling your cleaning rag tightly, you snapped it against his hand. He yelped in surprise, cradling his hands with mock-indignation. 

“Anything else?” He shook his head and dropped the exact amount for the order into the ornate dish you kept beside the register. 

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, stashing the flash into his bag before pointing at the satin bag. “What’s this?” 

“They should help with Farah’s morning sickness. Just mix them in with her morning tea, a dash of honey will help with the bitterness.” 

He gave you a wide boyish grin. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Waving him off and as if telling him ‘oh I know’, you watched him leave with a spring to his step, clearly eager to go back to his wife. You waited for him to disappear from sight, before reaching for your phone in your apron’s pocket. 

9:15 am

you: hi

you: everything k? alex told me about the rose district

9:17

👻: 👍🏻

9:18

you: lmk if u need anything

you: btw your order’s ready, you can drop by anytime

you: sybil says hi 

(picture attached) 

You didn’t get a reply right away, which was strange, but not uncommon for the half-wraith. In the end, he always got back to you. Telling Sybil to stay put and care for the storefront, you moved to the back to organise the rest of the day’s orders. 

Once upon a time, Ghost’s go-to place had gone out of business (he had personally taken it down after discovering it was a front for a fairy trafficking ring), and as per Laswell’s recommendations, he had appeared one day to commission you with a list of potions and ingredients, each tailored to his pack’s specific needs. He gave you three days, and you had gone above and beyond to deliver. 

You knew you had succeeded in meeting their expectations after he came back the following month with a much bigger and more detailed list in hand. And it was through his monthly visit that you got to know the rest of the pack. 

Simon took care of pickups and never stayed long, but long enough to listen to you rant about lousy customers, all while answering to Sybil's demands for pets. 

You never got much done with Johnny around, but his charm definitely helped you with sales, especially with the older gnome ladies. The werewolf also played tug with your familiar when the shop became notably busy and you couldn’t take Sybil for her daily walkies. 

As the only son of a witch, Kyle liked to help you with just about everything. He especially enjoyed peering over your shoulder whenever you delved into one of your many experiments, smiling like a child whenever you asked for his opinion. 

You got to know John last, a human Hunter and their de facto leader. He never dropped by, but whenever you encountered him outside your shop, he never failed to greet you with a warm smile and ever warmer shoulder-squeeze. The older man also was a worrywart to his core, always asking about you and Sybil, as in have you had breakfast/lunch/dinner yet? Did you get your windows insulated for the winter? He can take care of it for you, and oh he got a good bargain on some chicken, let him share some of it with you. 

Slowly but surely, they each had wormed itself into your stiff-witchy heart. 

10:30

👻: can’t today

👻: sendin’ alejandro

The curt answer made you falter, a mix of disillusion and confusion settling heavily on the pit of your stomach. His lack of response to Sybil's picture was also worrying, that never happened. You struggled not to push him for an explanation. 

And so, you waited. 

Alejandro made his appearance a few hours later. Again, you left Sybil in charge while you greeted him and his partner, Rudy.

“Preciosa, it’s good to see you.” Alejandro enveloped you in a tight hug and kissed you on the cheek, Rudy following right after. 

You returned their greeting just as warmly, guiding them to the back and to the crates stacked neatly and ready for them to take. You watched them work, swaying a little from side to side, before finally mustering up the courage to ask them about Ghost’s unusual absence. 

“Is Ghost okay?”

Alejandro grunted as he loaded the crates into the trunk, hand falling over his hips before he turned to regard you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah he’s fine, por (why)?”

You shoved your hands deep into your apron’s pockets, a nervous habit. “He has never missed a pickup, and he’s not answering my texts.” 

“Oh, it’s probably that girl.” He acknowledged dismissively. As if sensing your dismay at Alejandro’s lacklustre response, Rudy chimed in. 

“Leah, the new girl working for Laswell.”

Making the most of his receptiveness, you prodded Rudy for more details. “Have you met her?”

He shook his head, tilting his chin towards his partner. “Nope, but Ale has.”

“Well she’s cute, in a mousy kind of way.” He supplied while scratching his chin, and something about his pensive gesture told you that he still hadn't exactly made up his mind about her. 

They were quick to leave however, busy with their own things, plus having to drop off the pack’s order. You watched them go, fingers twisting and turning 

Yes, hopefully this strange episode would pass.

. . .

Things did not pass, if anything, they only got worrisomely stranger. 

A few days later, you found yourself in the supermarket. It was just another part of your routine that you usually enjoyed.  You reached for a jar of honey, when you felt it—a shift in the air, a tingle at the back of your neck. Straightening, you allowed your gaze to wander, searching for the source.

And then you saw him.

He stood a few feet away, staring intently at a shelf of cereals. Your heart skipped a beat, not from surprise but from the pleasant flutter you always felt when you saw him. You  instinctively moved closer, a full smile already settled on your lips.

“Johnny, hi!” 

His head jerked up as if startled, eyes widening when they met yours. For a moment, he looked at you with a strange mix of confusion and surprise, as if he barely recognized you. 

“Och aye! Hello there! Whit ye daein' here?"

“Uh, I always shop here on Sundays?” But you know that, you’ve come with me more than once!

"Oh, dae ye no? Well, anyways!” Johnny’s brows furrowed, and he blinked rapidly, like someone waking from a deep sleep. His gaze flickered away from your face and back to the rows of cereal “Whit dae ye think Leah would fancy the most?"

That caught you off guard, so much so that you couldn't give him a rightout answer.

Suddenly, a second figure came from around the corner. It was Gaz. He walked up to the two of you, but something was off. 

“Mate, stop running off! We need to get back to—” Gaz blinked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. “Oh, hi?”

“Hi?” You parroted back with an incredulous guffaw. 

You just stood there, feeling an unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation—like the ground beneath you had shifted and you were the only one who noticed. This wasn’t right. Your relationship had always been so easy, and filled with laughter. But now, it was like there was a barrier between you and them, unseen and unsettling.

“Is…everything okay?” You asked them, voice laced with a mix of worry and disbelief. 

Gaz looked at you again, but there was no warm recognition in his eyes. “We’re fine,” he said, though his voice was flat. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, Johnny following him like a shadow, a box of chocolate flavoured loops in hand.

He hated that kind, not even bending whenever Gaz tried to coax him into getting them as a treat. 

You watched them disappear down the aisle, dumfounded. The vibrant hum of the grocery store around you flickered slightly as your mind whirled. 

Taking a breath, you forced yourself to stay calm. You should head back to the apothecary and Sybil, maybe even check in with Laswell. 

She’d know what to do, right? She always did.

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[venuswarmlight]

I was hoping to request a jealous Mizu x reader, like maybe she sees reader joking around with Tenzin and she gets really jealous. Idk maybe something along those lines ig. Tbh you can do whatever really, I just want some jealous Mizu x reader stuff. Sorry if this sounds too vague😓, Anyway thank you 🩷🖤

I hope I didn’t read this too late! A lot of things happened but what matters now is that I can keep writing. Hope you enjoyed it, i did it femreader bc I assumed you wanted it that way(I ALSO DIDNT FIND A GIF FOR THIS IM SO SORRY itS BEEN MONTHS I DONT USE TUMBLR)

Warnings: nsfw at the end. Not very proofread. Taigen acting like a man in the 1600’s. BAD ENGLISH.

Notes: Reader is an archer. Idk I’ll be adding more

Jealous!Mizu x Fem!Reader.

Having a mercenary girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you, from the first time you two met until now your only work was following her like a puppy through the villages and kicking asses to the ground like the badass you were, and of course the cozy nights were you both trained your fighting skills next to a lake just to end it by making out until her hands were already in your chest, desperate for blowing off some steam. Your life next to Mizu was great, yeah, but thanks to an unfortunate serious of events you weren’t the only ones in a campfire nearby that forest lake. At least for now.

“I’ll see if there’s another rabbit out there.” Mizu got up from the snowy ground, and looked at you. “Scream if Taigen gets too nosy.” She said as she dead-stared at the man sitting next to you.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you.” You smiled at her and went back to polishing your arrows, while Taigen was doing literally anything but looking at you with curiosity.

After a few minutes you finally broke the ice between you and him, your voice as soft as a feather while you spoke “You’re staring, you know that?”

He immediately realized and turned his head to the campfire smoke, loosing himself in the front view. “I’m sorry, I’m just.. Surprised.” He answered later, hesitant.

“Of what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you lifted your gaze to look at him, concerned.

“Well, women like you are not usually seen in these conditions.. Much less with a man like him.” His words intrigued you, what did he meant by this? You inhaled deeply as you kept doing your work, finally storing the arrows in their respective case.

“I find myself very comfortable where I am right now, I don’t know what you m-”You were interrupted by Taigen, he turned himself getting in front of you.

“You’re too pretty to be an archer instead of living in an estate with a rich man.”

Oh. So this is what he meant. Your eyes widened and you started laughing, covering your mouth of embarrassment, honestly it was uncomfortable and out of place but you decided to take it as a compliment AND as a dare. Purposely changed the subject to avoid personal questions and scolded him, pushing him playfully. “Hey! My appearance has nothing to do with my abilities.”

Taigen chuckled, not pushing you back but being more confident with his approaching attitude. “I’m just saying the truth, you should-”

“Oh, yeah, that’s enough!” You jumped onto him, making him fall into the snow and taking him by surprise, his head bounced a bit on the ground, disoriented.

“What is wrong with you!?”

“Can’t fight a woman back? You must be shitting your pants right now, what a shame.” You spilled, sarcastically, but that dominance fell when he grabbed your hands placed in his chest and used it as a support to push you to the right, shifting positions, now his body was topping you, his hands immobilizing yours by pressing hard on your upper torso.

“Not bad.. But still not as good as me.” He proudly said, suddenly you kicked his butt with your knee from the back, making him loose his strength in your wrists, you repeated his last movement, ending again in how you started that silly fight, your giggles and laughters filled the forest’s natural sounds, and suddenly you totally forgot that Mizu could come back anytime and find you two in this compromising position.

You and Taigen struggled there for a few minutes, what he thought that would be a stupid kid’s fight turned into a challenge, even if it didn’t look like it, he started recognizing how.. Incredible you were, your smooth but hard blows, the little screams you made when you felt like you were gonna loose, now he understood.

How lucky Mizu was for having a girl like you.

You finished the fight by enlazing your fingers with an iron grip around his neck, and your other hand threatening his face with your fist, but you forgot that Taigen’s hands were still free. He grabbed your waist and managed to make you fall on your back as he stood up from the ground and made you loose your grip on his neck, his legs immobilizing yours and his hands putting your wrists above your head, his uncontrolled breathing crashing against your nose as he laughed. “Defeated.”

Before you could answer, you saw a third person kick Taigen’s body from the side, just in the ribs, making him fall to the ground, almost burning his whole body next to the campfire, you sat up quick and looked at him first, then looked up at your side, a tall figure with a dead bunny grabbed by the ears in front of you, those blue unsettling eyes staring at you with the coldest countenance. You knew right there and then she was mad as hell.

“Training without me?” Mizu got on her knees to the campfire to roast the rabbit, not caring about Taigen’s prolly broken rib (not really). You stood up to clean your clothes and sit next to her, nervous. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but still.

“We were just playing.” You excused yourself, trying to make her look at you, but no. She was ignoring you.

Instead of answering, her gaze turned out to Taigen, who was struggling to recover from that fucking kick that hurt as hell. “You’re getting too comfortable here, aren’t you?” Her tone was noticeably passive-aggressive, her grip on the roasting stick was tightening.

“That wasn’t fucking necessary! Fuck, it hurts..” He yelled, finally sitting a bit far from you two, you could feel the tension building heavier and thicker in the ambiance.

It was so uncomfortable you felt like you had to go. “I’m gonna wash my hands before eating, I won’t be long.” You got up to escape the funeral situation you were just in, but a hand grabbed yours, making you stop, you looked back with concern, Mizu was behind you with that angry gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s too dark to go alone.” She said, then looked at Taigen “Take care of the dinner, don’t screw it up.” He was about to talk but instantly shut his mouth like he knew if he talked he could end up dead.

You tried to forget her toxic behavior as you two disappeared yourselves into the woods, the moonlight making the path for both, the silence feeding your ‘I’m fucked’ thoughts and increasing more when you felt her grip on your hand tightening, she ended up dragging you to a not so far place, finally letting out your hand. The only thing you could look was her back and her little black bun.

“What was that?” She spat, aggressively turning herself and hoovering over you.

“I told you we were just playing.“You stepped back, but unconventionally bumped with a tree behind you, before you could realize, Mizu had you cornered, your chest rising and falling against hers as she looked down at you.

“It didn’t look like it.” And the jigsaw puzzles connected in your head. She was jealous.

“Are you doing this because you’re-”

”Maybe. Seeing my dove pinned down by a bald monkey it’s not funny.” Her words were sharp, you didn’t even know how to answer.

Your hand gently caressed her cheek, making her gaze softened as she looked at you. “You’re the only one in my heart.” You whispered, dragging her closer to your face, her hands traveling down your curves and grabbing your hips tightly, your heat already increasing its temperature as it mets her knee, rubbing your core tentatively.

“I still want to fuck that pretty smile outta’ you.” Her lips attacked you like an animal, making you whimper and moan against her watery mouth, her knee making you hump on it desperately and your inner thoughts begging for mercy cause’ this night was going to hit you hard and long.

[twilighttrekkie]

sorry for the drawtectives reblog spam lol i've been watching the show and it's SOOOOOOO GOOD OUGHHH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH (i'm currently watching episode 6 of celestial spear)

it's actually SO peak

it's absolutely hilarious, but also genuinely REALLY compelling! i'm genuinely so intrigued by the mystery in season 2 and i love the ominous vibe that hides underneath all of the silly shenanigans! the art is also FANTASTIC (especially in season 2) so far, julia absolutely killed it with all of the backgrounds and character portraits :D

i keep pausing just to read posters and look at other such details in the backgrounds lol

also i am. SO NORMAL ABOUT GRANDMA AND EUGENE....

don't get me wrong i absolutely ADORE all of them ofc ofc but those two are my favorites so far ‼️

i just have so many thoughts about themmmm

as an any pronouns user, seeing grendan/grandma's journey through figuring out their identity develop throughout season 1 was SOOOO amazing and deeply relatable; as silly as this may sound, i felt VERY seen by the funny dog-walking dwarf feller (gender neutral)

ok and. augh..... EUGENE... OUR COLLECTIVE PERFECT SON 💖he's sooooo silly and head-empty i love it, and the drawtectives immediately just deciding "yup. he's our son now." was hilariousssss

but also. WHO IS HEEEEEEEEE... that newspaper art looked so intimidating, all the non-portrait art of him is soooo ominous, i'm genuinely so intrigued to find out what all that stuff about him and the unnamed hypnotist is about...

if eugene turns out to have been evil or something i'll be so sad 😭

[dazai-wastelandbaby]

Dazai and his belladonna

his beauty and his poison.

You laughed when he flirted with you and smiled that devil smile of yours. You were the first woman to agree to double suicide with him and you were the first one to laugh as he jumped into river believing you would follow him, but there you were smoking your ciggeratte. You tossed the lighter in the river and left as he drifted away.

He couldn't help but smirk, reminded of his cruelty of world once again so next time he seeks you intentionally. He thinks he have accomplished something when he fucked your brains out, he had seduced many women through that but he was utterly shocked when you never came to him again. He knew he was the best you had... or was he? He was too intrigued by you now.

When he showed up to your work, you acted like Dazai was your bestfriend or even lover. You showered him so much affection and just then he was thinking he had gotten things wrong for once but you left him when your boyfriend came.

Now you were his goal, he wanted to take control over your mind, he wanted to manipulate you, he wanted to own you. He killed your said boyfriend infront of your eyes and watched for your reaction but you just apathetically lighted your cigerate and muttered, "childish"

he smiled to himself, "bella" he whispered into the night.

You fucked someone else that night, how does he knows that? he follows you. He killed the man after you left in a fit of jealousy, and when he grabbed you by your shoulder to fuck in dark alley, you moaned his name like it's the only you knew.

He doesn't understand you anymore, do you not care for yourself or people around you but that's not true. He has seen you shoo away most handsome men. What is you like? What is you want? Without even realising, he is too deeply entangled in you.

"do you like me?" He asked you one time when you were reading something in foreign language, smoking your ciggeratte.

you replied without looking up "yes"

"do you care for me?" He asked again, thinking he must be getting close to cracking you.

"no" You reply was so cold that he couldn't help but flinch, then smiled to himself as he realized he should have known but he ask anyways,

"how come, you like me but don't care for me"

"I like many things but care for few"

"And how come I am not one of them?"

"don't be dramatic. I am going to the concert today, coming?"

That's how it was with you, you were with absolute high. You were everything interesting, not a second with you was boring. He never had time to think about suicide when he was with you, he was just anticipated about what you will go next. You fucked him on that empty stage after everyone left and in the morning you were gone, where? he doesn't know. No matter how he tries, if you decide to leave him, he can never find you and he would go absolute rampage, he would kill so many people, fuck any women that even shares one trait of yours, hurt himself so much he'll end up in hospital but when you return, it's like nothing happened. He doesn't even have the courage to ask you anymore where you went, it was as if as long you are with him nothing matters.

you were his drug, you had corrupted him so much that if you were to joke about destroying the world, he would even if he knows that you will leave him in ruins alone

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for @a-kind-pandemic-disaster

Congratulations you have a match with..

Idia Shroud !

★At first glance, you and Idia might seem like an odd pairing,him, a socially anxious shut-in with an aversion to anything remotely resembling human interaction, and you, a quiet but motherly presence who’s patient to a fault. But in reality? You two fit together almost too well, like characters in a slow-burn romance visual novel that he swears he totally hasn’t been imagining in his head.

★The first time he meets you, Idia is convinced you’re a background character from an eerie, gothic-themed otome game. Your aesthetic dark academia meets pastel goth completely captivates him, though he’s far too awkward to say so outright. Instead, he just stares a little too long before quickly hiding behind his tablet, sending Ortho out to do most of the talking while he tries to figure out how to interact with someone who looks that cool. He might even mumble something like, “Ugh, why does this feel like the setup to a tragic romance route? If this were an anime, I’d be doomed.”

★Despite his initial hesitance, Idia is drawn to your presence, partially because you’re not overly pushy and partially because he can sense that you, too, prefer quieter spaces. You don’t force him to step too far outside his comfort zone, and that alone makes you one of the safest people he’s ever met. And then there’s the moment he learns that you’re a writer. A horror and romance writer.

★At that point, Idia is both intrigued and horrified. On one hand, he’s deeply impressed,your ability to weave eerie, unsettling narratives is the kind of thing that could rival top-tier visual novel scripts. On the other hand, he’s paranoid.What if you write villains that are way too attractive? WHAT IF YOU BASE YOUR CHARACTERS ON REAL PEOPLE?? He panics for a full three hours before Ortho convinces him to just ask you about it like a normal person.

★When he finally works up the courage, Idia is surprised by how easily he can talk to you about horror. Despite being a total scaredy-cat when it comes to jumpscares, he’s the type who will stay up until 4 AM deep-diving into horror game lore, and now? Now he has someone to rant to about his theories. He even starts reading your work in secret, claiming he’s just skimming it, but then sending you random messages at 2 AM like:

★"Okay, so first of all, how dare you write such an insanely good plot twist? And second of all, if I have nightmares, you’re dealing with them."

★And then there’s gaming. Idia practically malfunctions when he finds out you love gaming as much as he does. He’s usually too anxious to play with people in real life, but with you? It’s different. You don’t judge him when he gets too competitive, you’re patient when he rambles about obscure mechanics, and you’re just as content as he is to spend hours co-op grinding. He low-key starts treating gaming sessions with you like dates, even though he’s too embarrassed to admit it. If you ever make a slideshow game specifically for him, that’s it. That’s the moment he realizes he’s completely and utterly doomed. He keeps every single one of them, even the goofy ones, and will occasionally replay them when he misses you.

★Idia also relates to your struggles in a way that most people wouldn’t. As someone who’s also neurodivergent, he understands the exhaustion that comes from masking, the way overworking can become a coping mechanism, and how easy it is to trust the wrong people. He tries not to be obvious about it, but he’ll start looking out for you in small ways reminding you to take breaks, hacking into NRC’s system to lighten your workload (not that he’d ever admit it), and casually “forgetting” to log off when he knows you’re up late with insomnia, just so you won’t feel alone.

★Your relationship is built on mutual understanding. He doesn’t force you to socialize more than you’re comfortable with, and you don’t pressure him to step too far outside his bubble. But at the same time, you help each other grow. You remind him that it’s okay to take small steps toward the outside world, and in return, he teaches you the beauty of existing in your own little space without guilt.

★And if anyone ever tries to take advantage of your kindness? Oh, they better be ready. Idia may not be the type to fight people outright, but he will ruin them digitally. He may not always know how to express his affection verbally, but his actions whether it’s tweaking an algorithm to make sure you never get bad gacha pulls or programming a custom AI to read you horror stories late at night speak volumes.

★To everyone else, he might just be NRC’s most reclusive, gaming-obsessed shut-in. But to you? He’s your favorite co-op partner, your biggest (secret) fan, and the one person who truly gets you.

★Idia is your chaotic, nerdy gremlin who understands your struggles and shows his love through digital devotion and quiet companionship.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[shinestarhwaa]

PHYSICAL || KANG YEOSANG

Genre: Smut, mild angst and fluff

Pairing: Genius!Yeosang x Bartender!Femreader

Word Count: 1.9K

Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers AU, College student Yeosang, Yeosang is anxious and sad, Protected sex, Oral sex, Virgin!Yeosang, Experienced!reader, Praise

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

"Can I have two vodka shots, please?"

A beautiful guy sat on the stool right on front of you. His hair was dark and kind of fell before his eyes. His skin was pale and you noticed a little red mark on the side of his face, looking like a birthmark. His shoulders were tense and his leg bounced up and down rapidly. He must feel nervous or anxious, you figured. You gave him a smile and nodded, filling two shotglasses with straight vodka. The guy thanked you and put some money down and immediately after he took both shots. "Re-fill, please."

"Wow, you must have a rough night," you say as you re-fill the shot glasses. "You shouldn't shot too much vodka though." "I know the exact amount of vodka I can handle, thank you," he says, putting more money down. He shots the vodka again and sighs deeply.

You keep watching him as you're making a martini cocktail for another customer. You had never seen this guy around before, while you usually tend regulars. The guy thanked you again and left the bar, leaving you a little confused, wondering who he was.

A few nights later he showed up again, sitting down on the same stool. You walked up to him and smiled. "Good evening," you greeted him. "Hey, could I get a scotch on the rocks?" "Sure," you nodded, making his drink.

You watched him drink it but he seemed not to like it very much. "Something wrong with your drink, sir?" "No, no, I just... I don't usually drink alcohol. It's not my thing. But I kinda need it right now." You nodded, understanding where he comes from. A lot of people who come to the bar for drinks come to forget about their current situation.

"What's bugging you?" You asked. "Honestly? I feel like I'm at a dead end,'' he sighed. ''A dead end? About what?'' He then started to explain he's a Physics student at the university nearby and his research is failing. ''I was so sure, you know? I was so sure I'd have a breakthrough but all my inspiration is just gone. I've got nothing and the deadline is coming up soon. I'm just... stuck and I can't get over it.''

''Well then get on top of it, of someone,'' you grinned, ''Let your stress out.'' ''I don't have sex,'' he stated, sipping from his glass. You looked at him, intrigued. ''You do not have sex? Are you a-sexual?'' ''Oh, no, not necissarily. Well. I don't really know actually. I haven't paid attention to those sort of things. It is not like I do not want sex though. I would... But no one really likes me or anything so I stopped caring a while ago. It is what it is you know?''

You frowned and looked at him up and down to which he gave you a questioning look. ''What?'' ''Well,'' you sighed, ''I just can't understand how people don't like you. You're kind. You're hot. What's there not to like?'' ''Well, the fact that I am a virgin,'' he said quietly. ''I don't know why people care about those things, I sure don't.''

The guy looked at you, with hopeful, big brown eyes. ''You don't?'' ''No, I don't think it is right to judge someone for being a virgin. I don't care about that stuff.'' ''So you'd have sex with me?'' The two of you were quiet now. ''You want me to have sex with you?'' you grinned as you cleaned some glasses, ''Are you sure about that?'' ''Well I... I'd like to try it and you just said I'm handsome right? And that you do not mind my virginity. You said it might help, right?''

You laughed. ''You're really endearing. What's your name?'' ''Oh, I apologize, how rude of me. I'm Kang Yeosang.'' ''Nice to meet you Yeosang, I'm Y/N. You'll need that when you're moaning out my name tonight after I'm done with my shift,'' you smirked. Yeosang swallowed thickly, biting his lip. ''Really?'' ''Really. I get off at 11, wait for me? I'll take you to my place, it's right down the street.'' Yeosang nodded and politely waited, drinking his bitter whiskey.

A while later you approached him again when your shift had ended. You took his hand and giggled at his shocked expression. ''Come with me cutie.'' Your seductive voice made Yeosang's hormones rage through his body. In a matter of minutes you got into your apartment, taking off coats and shoes and you took him to your couch.

''Have you kissed before, Yeosangie?'' He nodded shyly, ''A long timeago, but yes, I have... I know how that part works. It's the part after that I don't know.'' You nodded and pulled him close. You pressed your lips against his and God, were they soft. He looked so clean and polished and he probably took good care of his lips too. How else would they be this soft? They were so warm too, making you completely melt into the kiss. His lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside his mouth.

You pressed your body onto his and he tensed up, probably never have felt this before. You pulled back and ran your hand through his hair. ''Never felt a woman's body before, have you, Yeosangie?'' He shook his head, swallowing thickly. He was already growing a raging boner in his pants that needed to be freed. You palmed his crotch and his cheeks heated up, growing red. ''It's okay, Sangie, I'm gonna take care of you. No reason to be afraid, okay?'' He nodded and took a deep breath to relax himself.

Standing up, you took him to your bedroom for more comfort. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around curiously as you got on your knees in front of him. He blushed when your gentle hands travelled up his thigh towards his zipper. You grinned at the bashful boy as you opened up his corduroy pants. Your heart was racing with excitement when you pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard, girthy length.

''Look at that,'' you breathed out, your hot breath fanning over the tip of his twitching cock. ''I-I'm sorry if-'' ''No. You're perfect the way you are, Sangie, you're never gonna apologize for your body, you're beautiful, I promise,'' you assured him before he could say any more. He nodded and then took his sweater off. To your surprise he was more muscly than you'd expect. ''You look like a greek God, Yeosang, I swear. Except your cock is much bigger,'' you smirked.

He blushed again, to which you laughed soundly. ''Y/N, don't embarrass me!'' Yeosang whined. ''I'm sorry angel, I'll make you feel good now.'' You took off your top, revealing your black lacy bra before you took his cock into your hand. You gently slid your tongue over the tip of his dick while looking Yeosang in the eyes. He whimpered softly and bit his lip, full of anticipation. ''Don't worry about lasting long baby,'' you commented before you took him into your mouth.

Your lips parted beautifully around his cock and he grunted at the sight of it. Bobbing your hair up and down, you coated his long shaft with saliva. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked while your hands fondled his balls. ''Y/N, oh God,'' he moaned out, leaning back a little. One of his hands ran through your hair and by the heavy twitching of his dick you knew he would definitely not last long. But considering he was a virgin and new to all this pleasure you did not mind at all, in fact, you were proud you're able to get him off so quickly.

In a matter of seconds his moans grew louder and he burst, spilling himself into your mouth. You let go of his cock and swallowed his cum with a smirk as you watched him regain his breath. ''God, You are amazing Y/N,'' he smiled. You grinned and got up, undressing yourself until you were naked in front of him.

''Take a good look if you want, Sangie,'' you said as he admired your bare body. ''You're beautiful,'' he smiled, and you knew it was genuine. ''Do you wanna touch me?'' you asked. Yeosang looked nervous and he looked down. ''I don't know how to do all that...''

You caressed his cheek softly and he looked back at you again. ''Honey, I can teach you all that. Let me ride you first, hm? We've got time,'' you assured him. Yeosang nodded and laid against your pillows. ''Like this?'' he asked. You nodded and took a condom from your drawer, rolling it down his shaft. ''Perfect, babe.''

Yeosang put his hands on your hips when you positioned yourself on top of him. ''Are you ready, Yeosang?'' ''Yes, I am... I want you,'' he breathed out, his hands running up to your breasts, cupping them gently. You smiled at the sweet boy, knowing you were about to take his virginity and teach him about all the kinds of pleasure you could bring each other.

You let yourself sink down on his cock, moaning at the stretch of him inside you. ''Look at that baby, you fit so well, such a pretty cock for me to ride, for me to fuck,'' you moaned when you started rolling your hips. Yeosang moaned and threw his head back, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being inside your wet cunt. Even with the condom on he felt like he got swallowed in by your warmth, like electricity in his body. You fucked yourself on his cock, bouncing up and down just the way you liked it.

''How's that baby? How does that feel?'' you panted out. He just nodded eagerly as he whimpered, overwhelmed with pleasure. The sound of your skin slapping together was like music to your ears. ''You know what you can do baby?'' His eyes met yours when you took one of his hands and pressed his fingers on your exposed clit. You cleaned back slightly to give him a clearer view of your pussy.

''Rub here, circle it,'' you told him, and Yeosang quickly obeyed. He rubbed your clit in circles and switched from slow to fast from time to time as you kept moving up and down his cock. ''Oh that's it baby, so good for me, such a good boy!'' ''Fuck, Y/N, I t-think I'm coming again! I'm gonna come!'' ''Come for me, Sangie, rub my clit fast and we'll come together, hm? Harder baby, yes that's it, that's it! Fuck you're such a good boy, I'm coming with you baby, right there, right there!''

With only a single movement you felt an orgasm wash over you and you moaned out his name. Yeosang whimpered and twitched inside you as your pussy clenched down on him. He spilled his cum into the condom and panted out your name. ''Fuck,'' he cursed. He looked so beautiful, all fucked out you swore he did look like a Greek God.

''You've been so perfect, little scientist boy,'' you grinned as you got off his cock. ''Ah, don't call me that, aren't I a man now?'' he laughed cutely. You grinned and shook your head. ''No. Virginity doesn't determine your manliness baby, don't worry about that. You're all man.'' ''Well... This man really enjoyed it... Thank you for doing this for me.'' ''Well thank you for letting me and giving me a good time too. What about a second round of getting physical right away?'' ''Y/N. That's a horrible pun but I'll take it.''

[irinochka25]

Charles and Sadie.

“You remind me of the man I used to be.”

Charles and Sadie. Why he was kind to her, but kept his distance. There’s a theory in psychology that says we’re drawn to those who reflect parts of ourselves—consciously or not. Sometimes it’s clear, sometimes it’s distorted, but we recognize something familiar. It’s an attempt to understand our own inner world through another’s pain. And if you’ve ever looked at someone and thought, “You’re like me, only earlier”—you’ll understand this.

Charles was never romantically interested in Sadie. But in her, he saw echoes of himself. Unshaped. Untamed. Pain turned into rage. 🍂 Impulsiveness. Revenge. Loyalty. Devotion to one love. These traits define them both.

The difference is, Charles faced his trauma much earlier. He didn’t become calm and centered by default. He had to earn that balance—through blood, through fire, through loss. 🍁 I am certain he killed more than a few people who simply happened to be in the wrong place during the storm of his grief.

He slaughtered poachers not only for the buffalo, but in memory of his people. Of his mother. That was never just justice—it was fury. 🌾

And here’s the thing: the only person who ever loved Charles was his mother. A woman. And he had no father figure. This, psychologically, builds a very particular attachment style. He wouldn’t seek dominance in a relationship. Subconsciously, he would always look for a trace of that lost maternal care. A woman he could protect physically, but who would protect his soul with warmth and steady love. 🌿 He lost that too early, and never found it again.

Sadie wasn’t that woman. She wasn’t a mother figure. She was a reflection. A younger brother, if anything. The Charles that once was—wild, reckless, eyes burning with vengeance. 🍃 And while he respected her deeply, admired her strength, she wasn’t someone he wanted to let in. She reminded him of himself, not of what he needed.

But Sadie... I think she liked him. Not in a romantic, dreamy way—but he intrigued her. She mentions him to John, lightly, but there’s something there. And her offer—inviting Charles to work with her after the epilogue—it wasn’t just casual. 🌸

Sadie, you knew that wasn’t his path. You knew before you asked. So why did you ask? Was it a test? A quiet hope that, maybe, if you got close, something could grow?

She saw his wounds and recognized her own. That’s what drew her in. 🍂 He would understand her in a way others couldn’t. He would understand why she doesn’t bake cherry pies and wear flowers in her hair. Because he knows. But any bond between them would never be about passion or love. It would be about understanding. About having a place where you don’t have to explain the ache.

Friendship, maybe. Something more, unlikely.

And Charles made the right choice when he walked away. 🌾 He’s not the kind of man to try and see “what happens.” He knows.

Now about Sadie. Honestly, I don’t see anyone beside her—not for a long time. Jack died while still perfect in her eyes. He never had time to disappoint her. He will always be a symbol of something pure and untouchable. 🍁 And psychologically, when love is frozen in that idealized state—no real man can ever measure up.

No one will ever be “Jack enough.” They’ll all fall short.

So yes, I believe her path lies in solitude. 🍃 Not forever, perhaps. But at least for the years it will take her to let go. To mourn him truly. To stop living for vengeance.

Because sometimes, two wounded people don’t heal each other. They just look at each other and see scars they know too well. 🌿

[brave-and-gentle]

EB I am curious!! I've always loved your hcs, so I wanted to ask: do you have any headcanons for jeanpiku's kids, esp in a modern setting? 🥹💜 I love seeing jean as a girl dad, but I'm always intrigued to hear other people's takes!

OOOO, ty for asking!! This was so fun because while I am constantly thinking about dilf Jean, I actually haven't thought as much about Jeanpiku as parents:

they have a ton of kids, it's a jeanpiku herd, i'm talking four kids MINIMUM. this is partially because they both come from smaller families, and were envious of the chaos of larger families. also jean thinks there's something very primal and so deeply attractive about pieck carrying their children, so once one's out, they can't help but think about the next. these two are so stupid horny for each other, they can't keep their pants on around each other for very long.

girl dad jean for life!!!! they have girl after girl for a while, and while they're both thrilled, they also kinda wanna keep going until maybe, just maybe, they have a son (yes they both know gender is fake and multiple times pieck's been like 'idk maybe we should just stop because one of our girls might not actually be a girl, who's to say??')

jean cries every single time another of their children is born, and pieck is like "boy wtf is wrong with you, were you just trying to squeeze their big heads out of you?? and it's your fault they have big heads!!"

regardless, they eventually do have a boy, poor kiddo, youngest boy with so many older sisters, who spoil him beyond belief so he ends up being just as weird and picky as his dad.

jean really is the best girl dad - he's learned how to brush and do all of their hair, to the point where once they're older, he does their hair for school dances. and for the younger ones, it's tea parties and dolls all day - he's *so there.*

pieck is the breadwinner, while jean is a stay at home dad for a while - he becomes the best cook on the block and everyone wants his scones at the school bake sale.

their son likes to stay home and help jean cook and clean while pieck plays HARD with their girls my god, she's that mom out on the playground with all of them covered in dirt and brings back cool things like bugs and frogs, and jean is mildly annoyed and eventually just fills up a little plastic pool with water in the backyard and insists pieck and the girls rinse off before stepping foot inside the house he just cleaned thank you very much (the bugs and frogs must stay outside or poor jean will have an aneurysm).

the moms at the playground are constantly hitting on jean, but he's so obsessed with pieck that he doesn't even realize it.

seeing the kirstein-finger family walk around together is so fucking funny because you have this hoard of small, dark haired women followed by two lanky looking dudes with sandy hair (though i imagine one of their daughters has lighter hair than the others).

when two of their children come out to their parents, jean and pieck look at each other, laugh, and say "lol yeah same."

mama kirstein is the BEST grandmother, she's loves having so many kiddos around and is constantly coming over with treats and handmade sweaters.

all in all, jean and pieck are fairly laid back parents (except if someone doesn't take their shoes off by the door, they have jean to fear). they trust their kids are doing their best, so while they're all pretty smart, there's nothing wrong with a B- grade. they even become the "cool weed house" when their oldest daughter is a teenager, but they insist on weed outside only.

hell seems like a nice place to be when jean finds out one of their daughters was broken up with, my god he's terrifying, ready to break someone's nose, so pieck has to calm him down and remind him that their daughter will be just fine and has to figure things out on her own.

[fandomtherapy44]

Coffee Meet-Ups Sam Winchester x Fem! Reader One Shot!

summary: Y/n needs a tutor, and Sam is happy to help.

Warnings: A little bit of cussing, kissing

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AN: Hey Ya'll, I thought I would do a fluff fic for our boy Sam Winchester, I've done fics for Cas and Dean, so I thought it was time for Sam. I also just put out a Dean Fic with smut if you're interested, I hope you guys enjoy!

The air is crisp and cool leaves are falling down, the sky is full of orange and brown. I could see my breath make puffs like I was smoking. People in Harvard sweaters were walking to their classes. A slight hint of cinnamon and apple drafting through the atmosphere really gives you the Fall feel. A real Gilmore Girls picture. Too bad I didn’t have the time to enjoy it. I am currently running to make it to my tutor meeting on time. 

“Excuse me!” I said rushing in between and out of people making it look like I was crazy.

I finally made it to the on-campus coffee shop. And there is my tutor looking very disappointed while looking at his watch and then at me like a mother would if you missed curfew.

“Hey, Steve I am so ready to learn all about the integration of advanced criminal law.” I try to soften everything with a smile. 

“Great, my suggestion is to sit down and open the book I’ll see you around.” He walks past me and I grab his arm.

“Wait Steve, please I will fail this class without you.” I pleaded almost begging.

“Y/n you are smart but you don’t imply yourself enough and I don’t have the time to do it for you, good luck.” With that, he turns and walks out letting the cold hit me with the realization that I no longer had the very expensive tutor that my parents were paying for. I sighed deeply racking my brain about what I was going to do and turned and ran into someone and something hot.

“Ah fuck! Shit holy that fucking-” I looked up and I saw one of the cutest guys I had ever seen. And suddenly my burn from the coffee didn’t seem so bad anymore.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry, here sit down I'll bring napkins.” he leads me to a chair very carefully. He brings napkins with cold water on them. “Agan I am very sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I-” He stops and does the same thing I did. 

“I’m babbling and this is the the first thing I should have asked, are you okay?” His eyes peer into mine and they are a deep chocolate brown.

“Yeah, I'm okay nothing like a mini heart attack to start the day.” I joke to lighten the mood.

“Definitely, I’m Sam.” He brings out his hand to shake. I take it and he has a nice firm handshake. 

“Y/n, so where were you going with such hot coffee so early?”

“Just classes.” 

I then see the books he’s carrying.

“So law huh? Same here.” He looks kind of shocked at that.

“Really what made you want to do law?” He asks now intrigued.

“I want to… make a difference really fight for the people who can’t fight for themselves, basic I know.” I picked at my fingernails to try to distract myself from my own self-deprecation.

“No no, I like that, a lot of people become lawyers for the wrong reasons.”

“Well, it's not like I'll even be able to come one.” 

“Why?” He asked with true wonder for some reason about a stranger.

“I am totally failing my classes that’s why I was actually here I was meeting my tutor but I screwed that up too.” 

Sam then gets an idea.

“How about I tutor you.” He says with complete seriousness.

“What no I couldn't ask you to do that Sam, I'm sure you're super busy.” I blinked my eyes not believing the offer.

“Well you're not asking I’m offering, it can be me making it up to you for spilling coffee on you so what do you say?” I look at him and his sincerity in his eyes and for some reason I believe him which is weird for a guy I barely know.

“Okay, you are on Sam.” We shake on it.

I am actually early for once to a tutor meeting. Books open, coffee ready. I didn't want to waste Sam’s time. He walks in looking cute without even trying he’s in some jeans and a brown sweatshirt matching his hair. 

“Hey, you ready?” He sat down and pulled out his book.

“Yes teach!” I pulled out my pencil and was ready. 

“Ok good.” He chuckles at enthusiasm. “So let’s start with chapter fifteen…”

About two hours later I had been taught and understood more about law than I had from my tutors and teacher. 

“Wow, Sam, I think you're the best I've ever had.” I blush at what I just said and try to quickly backpedal. “I mean I the best tutor I mean.” I mentally slap my forehead.

“Thank you and you are welcome. And you are the best student I've had.” He smiles at my clumsy put together complement.

“No way I mean I got like ten questions wrong.” I was flattered but a little shocked at that.

“Yeah I mean I don’t usually tutor and you actually want to learn unlike some people here.” 

“You don’t usually tutor then why me?” I asked hoping that it wasn't pity.

“I saw you're potential and thought you deserved a chance too.” 

I didn’t even notice that tears were in my eyes.

“Thank you, Sam. I won’t let you down!” I gave a big smile and a thumbs up.

“I know.” 

It had been about two weeks into these tutor sessions with Sam and the information was actually sticking like never before we also had started to build a friendship.

“So worst injury from when you were a kid, go.” I half demanded in a friendly way while sipping my coffee we had been an hour in but got distracted by talking about our childhoods I can't even remember who asked the first question.

He sits back in his chair thinking for a moment. “Mhh I broke my arm when I was four.”  

My eyes light in surprise. “Really!? How?” 

“I had followed my brother on top of a shed and we were dressed as Superman and Batman and he had convinced me that I could actually fly so I jumped off and lold and behold I broke my arm so Dean had to take me in his handlebars on his fisher price bike.” he finished off with laughing and I joined in.

“Wow, I don’t know if I can top that.” I slapped his arm.

“Oh come on it’s your turn.” 

“Okay well, when I was six I sprang my ankle.” I see his face and he tries to hold back his laugh. “Hey hey, I never said it was good.” I also laugh.

“Well, I guess it's good that it wasn't worse but it doesn't really make for a good story.”

“That’s what I told you!” I then think about my test.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“You think I can pass this test?” I picked at my fingernails again.

He grabbed my hand. And directed my head to meet his.

“I fully believe in you Y/n, you are going to be a damn good lawyer.” Again I look into his eyes and believe him.

I grab my test and run to find Sam. I ran through in-between other people not caring if I bumped into them. 

“Sam! SAM!” I yelled all the way to the coffee shop with the test paper in my hand arm raised looking crazy. And I did not care. I get there and see him in there standing in line. I pulled open the door and full on ran to him.

“Sam SAM! LOOK! LOOK!” Everyone looks at me with a look at this girl who belongs in the coo-coo place. “Sam I passed!” I hand the paper to him he takes it studies it and sees the grade.

“I knew you could go it!” He picks me up in a hug and spins around in excitement. He puts me down both of us high and giddy from the good news our eyes met and we both decide to go for it. We meet in the middle of a sweet kiss. It was slow with a tiny bit of earning behind it. His lips were a bit chapped but still soft somehow. We both let go at the same time.

“Wow, that was amazing.” He said while gently grabbing my hand.

“Really, me too.” I smiled at our hands joined. “I guess it’s lucky you bumped into me.”

“And I guess I'm lucky you needed a tutor.” I giggle at that and we kiss again.

Thank you for reading!

[birdmitosis]

Voice of the Cold for the ask game, i hope I got here first D:

[ask game here]

OMG, you did! :D And I am so happy to answer about Cold.

First impression

Pretty sure my first impression was of him in the Spectre route, and I was curious, a bit positively inclined, mostly on the strengths of how well he fit how we got him and also how hot his voice was. 😔 Yeah, I'll admit it. I looked forward to seeing more from him and was intrigued by the seeming discrepancy between his "emotionless" claims and his blatant grudge against the Narrator.

Impression now

I LOVE COLD SO MUCH. Ohhh, he is as much of a trauma response as the rest of them and is both driven to keep himself safe and also experience something new (which is itself not safe) and also not care about safety... He is dismissive and deeply caring and he can't stand stagnancy and yet he feels at home when everything unravels into the Long Quiet. One of my Top 3 faves I think.

Favorite moment

There are a lot of moments I could choose here but I think I still have to give it to my bias: Cold in the Wraith chapter alongside Paranoid. Especially this sequence:

This has lived rent-free in my head since I first saw it, it just hits me so hard in a "none of them are fully wrong but none are fully right either" way and says so much about Cold in the context of other things... Especially the absolutely wild "If you can tolerate joy, you can tolerate pain" line, like UM EXCUSE ME?

(But the whole chapter is great, with Cheated as well as with Paranoid, but I have a bias for so many moments with the Paranoid version, like the "you think you are brave" line from Wraith and the fact that Cold must have helped with the efforts to toss the body into the void... Wraith is a severely underrated chapter, I feel!)

Idea for a story

Look, because of the way I fandom, all my ideas are for shipfic and ParaCold is 1000% my OTP, soooo...

That said, a specific idea I've actually had that I still kinda want to use with something, that I may have mentioned before, is Hunted making a point that they need each other (as a group) and at their best they cover each others' blind spots and shore up each others' weak points.

When Cold pulls something along the lines of his "I'm special" thing, Hunted ends up challenging him to a "play" fight (no actual wounds being left, "wounds" marked with something like chalk or berry juice or something, fake blade, etc.). And by the time Cold calls that he's "killed" Hunted (and so obviously he's right that he doesn't need help/he has no weak spots that actually matter), Hunted can point out that he's managed to land enough "minor" blows that Cold would be bleeding out by now too, because he doesn't guard himself at all.

(I also kinda want to look more into a super queer TTRPG called Moonlight on Roseville Beach because I wanna play around a bit with an AU for it where the six possible player character "origin stories" are filled by Hero, Contrarian, Cold, Paranoid, the Princess, and the Narrator... "[In] Moonlight on Roseville Beach, it's the summer of 1979 and you work in the village by day while protecting yourself, your housemates, and your neighbors from supernatural monstrosities and occult horrors by night," and it's in a queernorm setting where LGBTQIA+ characters are considered the norm, with a "focus on queer people succeeding at keeping themselves and their communities safe (at least for a time).")

Unpopular opinion

TBH I also agree that Cold isn't all that edgy. I think he's quite straightforward most of the time and definitely has some issues -- I think he likes prodding at some of the other characters more than some people realize but also less than some people act like, he really does jump to "we could stab" very quickly as a response, he seems happy to encourage potential violence against himself if he finds it interesting in some way, he has a surprisingly big ego -- but also blatantly cares despite how he often talks, is curious and wants new things, and seems to like connecting with the other voices and even, sometimes, the vessels.

I also think he isn't as hard to get along with as some people think, in the sense of, I think he has like three different "modes" when it comes to interacting with people:

He vibes with how you do things, in which case he goes along quite well, is agreeable and calm, and seems to like you. (Skeptic in the Drowned Grey chapter is a clear example, but so is Cheated in the Wraith I think; IMO Hero and Hunted would go here as well.)

There's enough push-and-pull there that he finds you interesting, in which case he can get a bit intense, prod you some just to see the push back, might sometimes go along just to see what you'll do, and it's a bit harder to tell if he likes you (but honestly he does). (IMO Paranoid would go here, and I do actually think Smitten goes here as well.)

Neither of the above apply, in which case he's just bored of you, and if forced into constant proximity with you, annoyed. (Stubborn in MOC is the most blatant example; IMO Broken would go here as well, ironically outside of if you somehow managed to get Cold alongside him in the Tower route.)

(The first two can be true simultaneously for some people; I feel like Contrarian would be in both. Weirdly, I feel like Opportunist is somehow in both #2 and #3? Stubborn could eventually go into #2, under better circumstances. And the Narrator fits a special category of "fuck you" where He doesn't quite fit #2 but there are some similarities, Cold just doesn't like Him.)

...This got a bit weird and long and out of Unpopular Opinion territory, huh. WELL, TL;DR Cold isn't edgy and actually likes a good number of the other voices.

Favorite relationship

I mean, y'all can guess this one, right? >_>

No, but honestly, as a ship it's definitely ParaCold. But in a totally platonic way, I also really love his dynamic with Hero in the Spectre route, especially if you free Her, and with Skeptic in the Drowned Grey chapter (okay, okay, I can see that one as either platonic or shippy). And his dynamic with the Narrator fascinates me but I can't ever see them getting along.

Favorite headcanon

I love the idea that Cold picks up new things all the time, and whether he sticks with them or not he gets surprisingly good at them first. Skills, hobbies, other languages. I can imagine his handwriting getting better more quickly than a lot of the other voices because of this, and him also managing to bond with the others over doing their hobbies with them.

[blackypanther9]

Spicey Christmas – Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

A/N: The fucking amount of research I had to do, just to write almost most of this stuff was torture. Do NOT recommend, I might not do something like THIS ever again. T-T This took was too much time to make. Instead of twerking I did a lap dance and tried my best with it, I hope it was detailed enough, I am not good with writing any dances in detail. TvT (The request i can't hang on because it was so long and I couldn't minimize it so F me...) This was also requested as a Christmas Oneshot, I am a bit worried that it actually went to smut instead of spicey, but fuck it, I already accepted it and now here it is. *Shrugs shoulders* Took a decent ammount of time too. That is the reason why I don't do smut requests anymore, but whatever. I found the time, so here it is. I hope it is okay. And I am ranting again...Sorry ! Have fun reading it.

Requested by: @lovefanfiction01

Warning!: Anal penetration, Blowjob, dirty talk, degradation AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!

M/n sat on the couch in the common area of Avengers Tower. He was sucking on a Candy cane. Sadly they didn’t had his favorite, which was peppermint, so he had to take the normal, boring ones. The other Avengers were all on a mission, on Christmas, M/n felt bad for them, they had a mission to fulfill, while M/n and his Lover, Steve Rogers, had a free day.

Speaking of Captain America. He sat next to his Lover and saw that M/n was disappointed with something.

“What’s wrong, M/n ?”, he asked.

M/n stopped sucking on the cane and sighed in frustration.

“The damn Candy cane doesn’t taste good. The flavor is absolute shit. I regret buying them as replacement for my mint ones.”, he answered.

Steve stared at M/n for a while and started to blush deeply at a memory and idea in his head. He decided to go along with it.

“I might be able to help with that.”, he said.

M/n looked at him in intrigue.

“Oh and how ?”, he asked.

Steve got up and started to take off his pants and boxers, then he got on his hands and knees, pushing his ass in the air. He looked at M/n, who seemed shocked.

“Shove it inside me.”, Steve said.

M/n looked at him, unsure. That was candy, means it is sticky. What if it will be stuck inside Steve ? He wasn’t ready to do that.

“Please fuck me with the Candy Cane, Daddy.”, Steve begged, blushing a deep shade of red.

And there went M/n’s dignity. Steve knew what that name did to him. M/n could feel himself harden quickly in his pants. This was so not fair... M/n got on his knees and looked at the twitching ring of Steve’s man cunt. Then he used the long end of it and gently guided it in, which made Steve groan.

After a decent length was inside it, M/n pulled it out again and pushed it back in, making Steve mewl and whimper in slight pleasure. M/n repeated the motion three more times, then he grew scared that the sticky candy will stick inside Steve’s hole, so he pulled it out.

Steve whimpered as M/n pulled the cane out entirely, then he licked it himself and groaned.

“Such a good slut, aren’t you~?”, M/n purred out.

He sat back down on the couch, eating the cane. Steve stood in front of M/n with his chest leaning towards M/n’s face and his ass slightly out, he then slowly lowered himself onto his Lover’s lap. He wrapped one leg around the back of M/n’s strong back for support, and then the other. M/n always had a very strong back, so Steve didn’t need a chair for what he was about to do.

“I hope you will enjoy my teasing.”, Steve whispered out into M/n’s face.

“Oh, I already am~”, M/n purred.

Steve blushed a deep shade of red. He wrapped his arms around M/n’s neck and started to move his body up and down. He pressed his chest slightly to M/n’s and their crotches touched from time to time too, which made M/n growl slightly, a bit possessively. He continued to eat his cane and swore, that as soon as he is done, he will get Steve to suck him off, then drag him to the bedroom and fuck his brains out.

Steve leaned his face close to M/n’s and gave him a quick kiss, then pulled away, M/n tried to follow his lips and growled when he found out he couldn’t. As Steve lifted his ass again, M/n smacked it with a smug smirk, Steve yelped and moaned at that.

Steve slowly unwrapped his legs from M/n’s back and stood between his spread legs. He placed his hands on M/n’s knees, and moved toward his face, and then slowly lowered himself, then he moved his body from side to side with his face near M/n’s stomach.

“Such a slut~ Want to suck my cock that eagerly already~?”, M/n degraded, not knowing that Steve had a long tease in for M/n.

Steve placed his hands on his Lover’s sides for just a second, and then slowly worked his way back up. M/n growled at that in slight irritation. He was not in the mood to be teased.

“Such a bitch.”, M/n degraded again.

Then he stood in front of his partner and moved his hips in a simple figure eight until he saw that M/n looked like he couldn’t take it anymore, almost all of his candy cane was gone by then too. Steve moved his hands from the air to his chest, brushing his fingers over his hardened nipples and then down to his sides as he did this he turned around, while working it, showing his ass and shaking it a bit.

“Fuck, show me more of that ass and I might ram it good tonight, whore~”, M/n growled, ready to pounce him, sitting on the edge of the couch.

Steve firmly pushed his partner back against the couch, and stood in front of M/n.

“What a fucking teasing slut you are.”, M/n growled out, determined to get Steve laid tonight with a heavy punishment.

He didn’t let their bodies touch. He moved his hands up and down his body, like he was rubbing bubbly soap all over himself. It was sensual, and Steve closed his eyes. He pretended he was actually in the shower, so he won’t lose focus.

“Pretending like it was me, Whore~? No one, not even you, can touch you the way I can~ Your teasing will get you in huge trouble, Baby~”, M/n warned darkly.

M/n tried to reach out to touch Steve, but the Avenger just slapped his hand away. He turned around while he was standing between M/n’s legs, and slowly lowered himself until his hands were near the floor and he was shaking his ass near his partner's crotch.

“Fucking hell...you bitch enjoy yourself, aren’t you ?”, M/n growled and finished his candy.

He continued to move his body seductively as he did this, and then slowly worked his way up to standing position again.

The cane was gone at that point and M/n growled, feeling teased enough by Steve. He grabbed Steve and forced him on his knees, then unzipped his pants and stared down at Steve.

“You better start sucking my cock, before I drag you to our shared room and deny you your orgasm for at least three days, while I cream each and every hole of yours, bitch.”, M/n growled darkly.

Steve let out a soft while, but did as told. He fished out M/n’s rock hard cock and took him in his mouth. He gave shy kitten licks and M/n tsked. He grabbed the back of Steve’s head and pushed him down all the way, until his cock was in his throat. Steve expected this and decided to hollow his cheeks out.

With M/n’s cock so deep in his mouth, Steve started to salivate like crazy and all his saliva dripped out of his mouth and onto the floor or ran all over M/n’s cock, making it nice and wet. At first it was slow, but it got quicker. Then he pulled and pushed Steve’s head up and down his cock in a rhythm he wanted, as Steve got the hand of it, M/n let go and Steve took control back. His lips were wet, like he just took a shower.

“Such a fucking teasing slut. This is what you were made for, serving my cock. You hear me, Bitch ?”, M/n scowled.

Steve pulled away with a groan.

“Yes, I understood. I am only to serve and worship your thick, big cock, Daddy.”, Steve replied.

Then he took M/n’s cock back inside and sucked again with purpose. After a while he pulled away again.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Daddy. Did you at least like the show ?”, he asked and got back to sucking and salivating all over M/n’s cock.

At that point his cock was dripping with saliva onto the floor.

“I would have enjoyed it more, if you wouldn’t have denied me, touching you, Slut.”

Steve groaned and took M/n’s cock all the way down his throat.

“You are my personal cockwarmer, right, Bitch ?”, M/n growled.

Steve pulled away again.

“Yes, I am, Sir.”

“Good. Finish me off, Whore.”

Steve got back to work and M/n could feel himself close soon enough. He decided to do something else though.

“Whore, get off of my cock and shake that ass for me again. On your fours, ass in the air, got it ?”

Steve instantly obeyed, got on all his fours, stretched his ass up and shook it from left to right again. M/n didn’t need long to jerk himself off.

“Here is your icing to that giant Christmas cookie~ Fuck~”, M/n groaned darkly and then came onto Steve’s ass, even pushing some of it, that ran down his crack into his hole.

To which Steve moaned.

“Thank you, Daddy...”, Steve said and only then did M/n realize, that Steve creamed himself too.

He tsked and picked Steve up.

“You seriously think we are done here ? You teased me, that screams for punishment and now you even came without MY permission.”

Steve whimpered in submission. M/n gave him a dangerous, dark smirk.

“Oh, we will have fun, Pet~”

With that M/n dragged Steve to their shared bedroom. This was FAR from over.

[xserpx]

jayce arcane!

How I feel about this character?

Jayce, my baby, my sweet, sweet child they could never make me hate you. Easily my favourite character in the show. Earnestness is one of my favourite character traits, and I love how emotional Jayce is, how he's such a touchy-feely guy, the golden retriever to Viktor's black cat if you will. Actually, there's something to be said (and this applies to Viktor too) for the fact that Jayce isn't a dick about how smart he is. Thinking about it, that's an aspect of the show that could be so insufferable, if the science bros actually milked it in the way scientist characters often do, especially since, as I said in the Viktor post, I think they're both some flavour of Doomed Scientist. Sure, Jayce had his moment of being shot down by Heimerdinger, but he wasn't resentful, he didn't stew with arrogant rage, he just thought Heimerdinger was wrong and decided to manipulate and manwhore his way to the top instead.

He's a very dynamic character, he's a scientist, a fighter, a politician, and a lover/friend, all of which are important at one point or another, and at the same time he's kind of dorky and simple, with a boyish charm that you can easily underestimate. It's impressive that he can be all of those things without it feeling forced or like he's OOC at times.

Also it would be remiss of me to add that he really does remind me of Leo dan Brock from Joe Abercrombie's Age of Madness trilogy. Jayce is much smarter and infinitely more likeable, but I'm sure the reason I'm so drawn to Jayce is because of their similarities. Earnestness, man! I can't get enough of it!

All the people I ship romantically with this character?

Mel & Viktor. Both equally. Like how I ship Arthur from BBC Merlin with both Gwen & Merlin, don't make me choose. I am also deeply in awe of Mel, she's so gorgeous and perfect, so I totally relate to Jayce in that regard too.

My non-romantic OTP for this character?

I really liked the moments in S1 with Cait and Jayce, I wish there was more of them tbh! Also Jayce & Vi were cool, and in the same way I like the idea of Mel being friends with Viktor, I'd love for Vi & Cait to be friends with Jayce. I'm intrigued by Jayce & Ekko, they're an unlikely duo for sure and I'm hoping we'll get to see more of them next week.

My unpopular opinion about this character?

Not really unpopular, but I've just always liked him since day one. I know he rubbed people up the wrong way with his fascistic bent in S1, but I loved it regardless.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon?

Ngl, at this point I really would love Jayce/Viktor to be canon. Like, I still think it would be OK if that doesn't happen, I'm not getting my hopes up, but it would take the show to the next level IMO, especially with the emotions ramping up this season already. I want a confession of love (not just affection!!), even they don't do more than that in a way that allows people to interpret it as platonic. I'm hoping the majority of the focus will be on Jayce, Mel, and Ekko, and really the biggest stake for Jayce is his relationship with Viktor Those chips needs to be cashed in! (though a reunion with Mel wouldn't go amiss either, I really hope she gets her considerable due in Act 3 D:). I'm a fan of event TV and the thought of a JayVik confession happening next week is like Yuri on Ice episode 10 levels of Internet meltdown (what is itwith characters called Viktor?). But nope. Not getting my hopes up. Nuh uh. 😐

[serenescribe]

Bit of an odd request but I was listening to a bit of music and I was hit by an idea-

Idk if you know the tale of the Snow Queen, but essentially snow queens powerful ice mirror shatters, all but two pieces are recovered. One shard lands in a boys eye making him turn icey and Queen snatched him up.

However consider- Snow King Silver dragging a “mortal” who has a piece of something that was his. Unaware said “mortal” is actually a fae whose intrigued by this King’s combination of harshness yet tenderness.

the snow prince Twisted Wonderland | 3.9k Summary: A mysterious spell afflicts one Lilia Vanrouge, encasing his heart in frigid cold. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51960883

FREED FROM UNI, I AM! I actually had this written for a while, but put off posting it to save it for a more appropiate season. I really love Snow Queen retellings and AUs, so this was a LOT of fun to write! Thank you, Olive! :D

(An aside: There are extremely minor spoilers for TWST CH7 in here; they're all under the cut and mentioned in passing. If you're trying to avoid every little detail of CH7, I'd suggest passing up on this!)

In the heat of a sweltering summer that sweeps Briar Valley like a storm, Lilia feels a prick of something sharp enter his eyes.

It happens so fast, so swiftly, that had Lilia not been one of the fair folk, he likely would not have noticed it at all. If he were a human, for example, with their sluggish reflexes and oblivious tendencies, lacking a natural affinity for magic in comparison to the fae, Lilia would have chalked up the prick in his eye to a stray lash falling in, rubbing around until he feels as though he’s flicked it out before moving on with his day.

But Lilia is not human. He is fae.

He knows, at once, despite trying and failing to dig out whatever it is that has entered his eye, that it is not a stray lash or a speck of dust. There is a strange magic emanating off of the tiny sharp splinter, an aura he picks up on in an instant. It’s peculiar, the way it makes him shudder as he brushes against it, the sensation likened to the cold of a dead winter. It is unlike anything he has ever felt before.

But gradually, Lilia has to put a pause on his efforts. He is out on a journey to meet with humans for talks of peace, for their centuries-long wars are slowly crawling to an end. His soldiers look at him in concern, clicking their tongues as they ask him, “General, are you alright? Do we need to stop for a while?”

“I am fine,” Lilia says, waving his hand in dismissal. “I simply got something in my eye, is all.”

It is not wrong to say that, for it is not a lie at all. But Lilia knows as well as anyone else that the strange prick of magic infesting his eye warrants further inspection.

Later, he tells himself, as they continue on with their journey on horseback, for the stalemate in their war has allowed for easier travel through ways of steed.

Time ticks by, the lazy heat of summer dipping into the beginnings of a chilly autumn. But despite the changing seasons, the months that have passed since that fateful summer day, Lilia comes no closer to discovering what it is that ails him so deeply.

He is not oblivious to the changes occurring to him; quite the opposite, in fact. Lilia has carried about him a strange self-awareness about his shifting attitude, only realising the differences in how he’s been acting when he reflects on the changes in hindsight. He’s never exactly been the pinnacle of warmth, and especially not after his beloved friends died, but he’s always held a fondness in his heart for the few he opens up to — namely his second in command, Baul Zigvolt, and the young heir to the throne and son of his deceased friend, Malleus Draconia.

But now?

Lilia stifles a sigh as he reminisces, trudging through the gardens of the castle. The leaves are shifting to warm hues, leaves fluttering in shades of vermillion red and golden yellow, and the fallen leaves give a satisfying crunch when his boots stomp into them.

He exhales, twisting his lips as he raises his head up to the world around him. It looks as it always has, Lilia knows that well. And yet… something about it has felt different since that day.

Everything has begun to feel… boring. Banal and bland at best, wickedly ugly at worst. The crunch of the leaves irritates his ears, the drought of the autumn air makes his nose feel too sore. He turns his nose up at the food the castle staff serve, wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell of a dish he used to love, and he turns down whoever offers him a mug of beer, the foam that guzzles over the rim leaving his hands sticky and gross.

Lilia knows he’s changing. It’s not just his emotions, but also in the way he sees the world — everything is so intimately different in the worst way, and every waking hour he spends feels like a chore, an obligation he drags himself through. Where he used to spend time with Baul and his fellow men, or with Malleus most of all, being the one to raise him since he hatched, he now spends it all… alone.

But knowing something logically is different from knowing it emotionally. There are only so many apologies he can force out with his insincere tongue, schooling his expression into a facsimile of sincere regret. At the end of the day — of each day — Lilia truly feels nothing at all except the vacant void of a howling gelidity, frostbite nipping through his very veins.

At the very least, his men have respected this change, regardless of how perplexed they seem to be. Baul had pulled him aside once or twice to ask if he was feeling fine, but had he not been so preoccupied with his daughter’s sudden interest in the Valley’s newest dentist, a peculiar human who’d chosen to move here, of all places, he would have surely pressed the matter further.

On the other hand…

“Lilia!”

He sucks in a breath at the sound of that familiar voice. Once, it had lightened his heart to be greeted to such a cry upon returning to the castle from one of his many campaigns. But now?

“Hello, Malleus,” Lilia greets, making a deliberate effort to soften his voice as he turns to greet the young prince. Malleus has grown a great deal since he first hatched, now towering slightly above Lilia. Still, the boy has an inclination for continuing to call out to him childishly — something that had endeared Lilia in times past, but now only serves to irritate him by no fault of Malleus at all. “Is there something you require of me?”

“Not require, per se,” Malleus answers, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He toys with the chain of his cloak with one hand. “I was merely hoping that you could spare the time to join me today for some tea. It has been quite a while, after all. I understand you’ve been busy as of late, but you do not appear to have anything on today, so I thought—”

“You’re rambling again.” Abruptly, Malleus’ mouth snaps shut. Lilia winces internally at his misstep; why had he interrupted the prince like that, in so cold a tone? He sighs. “Apologies. I have been under… a great deal of stress recently.”

“It is no matter, Lilia.”

Well that’s good, at least, Lilia thinks. Averting his gaze, he says, “Unfortunately, I do not believe I can join you today.”

A pause.

“Truly?” He hears it, the surprise in Malleus’ voice, mixing in with a forlorn misery. “I was certain that you had nothing to do today, given your schedule…”

“I—” Pressing his lips together, Lilia thinks before he says, rather stiffly, “It is true that I may not have anything on. But I would like some time to myself if you would be so kind, my prince.”

Ah, another slip up of his. To refer to Malleus by his title rather than his name… the gap between them only widens, and the only reason why Lilia worries about it is because he fears that he may go too far, say the wrong thing when it’s far too late to take anything back. But what’s done is done; Lilia raises his head in time to see Malleus recoil, hurt glimmering in those chartreuse eyes of his.

If Lilia stays longer… will he continue to mess up so miserably?

Before Malleus can speak, Lilia cuts in. “If there is nothing else that requires my attention,” he says, “I would like to return to my walk. Good day, Malleus. Give my regards to the queen.”

And, abruptly, he turns on his heels and leaves.

Oh, Lilia knows that Malleus is displeased. He knows it because, within mere moments, there is a gentle flutter of snow wafting down from the skies. He raises his head, blinking up at the fluttering snowflakes — so delicate and fragile, a byproduct of the prince’s tumultuous emotions, his magic far too powerful for him to properly handle when his emotions explode past his limits.

And yet, when he sets his eyes upon the swirling snow, Lilia feels…

Something.

He raises a hand, watching a snowflake land on his finger — so tiny, so delicate, an eight-pointed speck weaved into such an elegant pattern. It melts almost instantly against the warm flush of his skin — and yet, Lilia is transfixed, mouth parting slightly as he steps back, watching as the snow begins to flurry down faster and faster, cascading through the skies. How long has it been since he’d felt anything other than such apathy, such revulsion, such irritation and disgust? Now, Lilia only feels a sense of childlike wonder.

When was the last time he stopped to stare at the snow as it fell? He cannot remember. Has he ever stopped to observe it like this? Or had war stripped away such inconsequential pastimes from his life?

Lilia does not know how long he wanders around, watching the snowflakes dance until he goes numb, so numb with the cold. He only knows that his fingers are frozen and his lips are blue when he finally returns to the castle in a daze, barely cognisant of the way his entire body is battered, pushed past the natural limitations of his faerie strength.

Winter crashes into Briar Valley like an enemy ambush, a sudden attack spurned from the shadows of nothingness. It is the worst winter they have had in an eternity, everyone says, peering outside the frost-tinted windows as they bask within the toasty walls of the castle grounds; the fire-spells keep everyone warm for as long as they stay inside.

With the thick layers of snow barring any method of safe travel, the ongoing talks of their peace treaties with the humans have been temporarily suspended — more for the children of men’s sakes than that of the fae. If she so willed it, Queen Maleficia could wash away the snow with a flick of her wrist, but such matters, in her opinion, are trivial; nature is not something to be fixed at an instant, so why should she expend her energy for such things?

So during those days, cooped up within the castle walls with little to do, Lilia winds up lounging in the cushioned nook of a window, a little alcove tucked away in a winding tower towards the murky corners of the castle. Few fae ever roam here, save for a scant few servants pattering about cleaning the dusty hallways, and Lilia spends many languid hours with his head pressed against the cool glass, so intensely transfixed on the dancing snowflakes outside.

They are beautiful. Perhaps they are the last bits of perfection he shall ever witness in his life.

He has found no information about the shard that pricked his eye, nor has he found any sort of cure. Lilia has spent many a month searching, sifting through the treasure trove of books in the castle’s library to no avail. He had, at one point, considered going to the queen and telling her of his predicament — “In the month of summer, I believe a magical spell of some kind has afflicted my eye.” — but his own apathy stops him every time; there is simply no point in dragging others into this matter, not because Lilia does not wish to trouble them, but because, try as he might, the larger part of him just doesn’t care.

So, with his head pressed against the cold glass, Lilia closes his eyes and sighs.

The winter solstice is approaching, the longest night of the year. As nocturnal fae, creatures of the night, it is a joyous cause for celebration for their kind. Despite the blizzard that rages across the Valley night and day, many servants, guardsmen, people of their kingdom have been looking forward to the events; the castle town shall be open to all, shielded from the elements. All fae, young and old, can look forward to a night of dancing and festivities, dining on the finest food at the banquets, and celebrating the longevity of the night.

In years past, Lilia would have looked forward to it. But now, like everything else in his life, he feels nothing at all.

“Lilia? Are you here?”

He stifles a groan at the sound of Malleus’ voice. Again and again, the boy continues to scour for him, to seek him out and spend time with him. Lilia tries to indulge him, he really does! But each occasion spent together, needing to force himself to fake sincerity the whole way through — “Oh yes, Malleus, I would like to try the new blend of tea! Thank you kindly for the offer. How is your grandmother doing? I heard she has spent some time with you as of late—”

He can’t stand it. He can’t. It gets harder and harder with each passing day, the chill that permeates his skin sinking deeper and deeper, turning his heart into one carved of ice. His eye prickles with pain whenever he grits his teeth in a false smile; across the table from him, the young prince looks detestable, a selfish beast with far too much time, uncaring of what his servants are subjected to in their indulgence of him.

So he avoids him. As soon as Lilia hears him, he flicks his wrist, a swell of magic surrounding him. Bat-formed, Lilia takes to the rafters, huddling away in the corners of the ceiling as he listens to Malleus come and go. It is only when he hears that familiar voice fading away that he dares to leave, flapping his little wings as he makes a break for another isolated corner of the labyrinthian castle.

The day of the winter solstice arrives, and with it comes the worst blizzard the valley has ever seen.

Cold winds lash against the fortifications of the castle, howling and rattling. Snow crashes from the sky, piling higher and higher upon the dead ground. And yet the castle is alight with the buzz of festivities — the many servants bustle about, wrapping up the last of their preparations, ensuring the banquet is ready with food for all, that the decor floats about in place, that the spells wrapping the castle and its town in a bubble of warmth remain solidly intact.

Throughout the day, Lilia sticks to the shadows, hovering out of sight. Today he feels… he doesn’t know how to describe it. Cold and dead as usual, his heart no longer the warm, affectionate thing it was before — but beneath the thick layers of apathy, there is something nestled beneath: the barest twitch of a muscle, a flutter of something. Lilia finds himself distracted with it the entire day as he meanders about, waiting for the clock to tick to a point when the festivities can start.

And when they do begin, the many residents of the valley teleporting into the castle en masse… Oh, how does Lilia even begin to describe them? Laughter rings freely, the merry melody of music from a string band sweeping the air as dancers circle across the floor. Wine glasses clink as people toast to prosperity and magic, hoping to see the weather ease up soon, and even the queen herself is out and about, walking amidst the crowd, a smile on her face as she mingles with the few faeries bold enough to approach her.

But Lilia—

He feels nothing watching all this. Nothing at all.

And yet… there is something else. That peculiar emotion buried underneath… it sings to him, calls to him, as though someone’s voice were tugging at a string. It only strengthens as the night goes on, likened to an unbearable itch; it is the first blissful thing he has felt in what feels like an eternity, and Lilia—

He misses it. He misses being able to love, to feel something other than apathy at best, and all these horrible, miserable emotions at worst — a repugnance, a rage, an irascibility that sparks every time someone tries to converse with him. Lilia misses being able to love freely, his heart softening as he grows older, brought on by the loss he’s experienced, and the love he mustered up to be able to raise Malleus into the man he is today.

So who can blame him for slipping off, for finding a way out of the castle grounds? Lilia answers the call, sneaking past guards who are far too drunk on wine, laughing and shouting as they play games at their stations. He does not bother with whisking up thick clothes for himself; Lilia merely plunges into the blizzard, battered at once by shrieking winds and a pelting of snow against his face, of a storm so deadly chilling that it would ravage even the strongest of faes.

And yet, he does not feel cold.

He grits his teeth as he presses on, dragging his legs through the thick boughs of snow. Lilia knows not how long it takes for him to trudge, only that it feels like forever — but he knows he is getting somewhere, because with each step he takes, the tugging in his chest grows and grows, the intensity of the emotion exciting him for the first time in months.

Is this the answer to his ailment?

Is there a cure tucked within the heart of the storm?

Lilia takes one step, and then another. He takes a third, and—

All at once, everything stops.

The wind dies away. The blizzard softens to a gentle snowfall. Little flakes of snow dance through the air as Lilia walks forward, head turning to and fro. How peculiar this is! He raises a hand, watching a flake fall into the open palm of his hand and rest there, and it is only the sound of hooves clumping against snow that snaps him out of his reverie.

Lilia turns his head, and sees a child.

A boy, who gazes at him with wide eyes that reflect the northern lights — auroras of shifting veins tinted shades of pink, purple, and blue, lights that Lilia has only gotten the chance to see once during a journey across the world. His hair sweeps across his forehead, locks of the purest silver as though spun from the nighttime stars, streaked with white like the pristine paleness of snow. He sits on a white stag, ice-spun crystals hanging from its glacial antlers, and around him is a fur-lined cloak and hood that swallows him whole, far too big for his tiny body.

Lilia’s breathing hitches—

Because the boy before him is the most beautiful thing he has seen in a long time.

“Hello,” the boy says after a while, a glimmering curiosity in those wide eyes of his. His mount trots forward, bringing him closer. “I’ve never seen you before,” he says, looking at Lilia closely.

At that, Lilia laughs. “I could say the same to you, little one.” He rests a hand on his hips, relishing in the joy, the curiosity, the emotions that flood him in full force; it has been so long! “It is a rare sight to see a young boy riding a stag in a storm like this.”

The boy’s face falls, and Lilia feels… worried. Did he upset him somehow? “I’ve been trying to stop the storm for a while now,” the boy explains, auroral eyes flicking to the storm that rages outside the bubble they’re within, continuing to ravage the valley to no end. “B-but it’s my first time really trying such a thing, and I don’t… really know how.”

Ah, Lilia thinks, finally coming to understand. A lost child. A boy with power over the very elements itself, who can control the season of cold and snow. And yet, who would place such responsibility upon a child, one so very young? He feels the fervent urge to lean in and coddle him, to reassure him that it’s alright, you’re trying your very best, I can help you if you just let me.

And why shouldn’t he do such a thing?

“I can help you, if you would like.”

In a flash, those pupils lock on him. “Would you?” the boy breathes. “I-I wouldn’t want to trouble you, mister—”

“It’s no trouble at all!” Lilia insists, stepping forward with a beaming smile on his face. He reaches out for the stag, feeling the beast nuzzle against the palm of his hand as he strokes it gently. Why should he return to the castle, to that unyielding, endless void of apathy and misery? Here, with the boy with eyes like the auroras and hair like the stars, Lilia feels something — the warm glow of parental affection, already growing so attached to such a young child.

“Then…” the boy mumbles, “would you come with me?”

Lilia only smiles. “Of course.”

And as he clambers onto the back of the steed, he asks, before they leave, one final question: “Pray tell, little one, what is your name?”

“My name?” the boy echoes, furrowing his brows. “I… I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

Lilia arches an eyebrow. What kind of a lonely life must this boy live, if he has not even considered his lack of a name? “Then would you mind if I gave you one?” he offers. Oh, it is such an incredibly forward move to suggest such a thing, with how important names are to his kind. But already, he is attached, his very soul bound to this child who gazes at him in wonder at the possibility of wielding his own name.

And the boy nods.

“Silver,” Lilia says, the name coming to him at once. Like the shine of the gleaming moon, the glitter of the stars, the wispy fall of the snow around them. Love blooms in his chest, the warmth cradling his very soul; Lilia curls his arms around the boy, his body so cold even through the chilling fabric of his cloak, pulling him against his chest into a hug. “That shall be your name.”

“Silver,” the boy echoes, testing it out on his tongue. He tilts his head back, a small smile gracing his rounded cheeks as he looks up at Lilia. “Thank you, mister. Could I ask what your name is?”

“It is Lilia, dear one,” he croons, relinquishing his name without a second thought. The two of them are bonded in mere moments, Lilia filled with a fulfilment he has not felt since that prick of a shard entered his eye.

There is nothing left for him here. That is what he tells himself as Silver leads them away, commanding his steed to take off into a prancing gallop, bursting from the tranquil heart of the storm into the raging blizzard, whisking them back to their home.

(Lilia fails to notice the figure that bursts through the clearing, chartreuse eyes widening in horror as a mouth parts to scream his name. He does not notice the horned boy who shivers in the cold, eyes wide as the wind whips at his long hair, watching the stag prance away, the boy who leads it ripping his guardian away from his grasp.)

[elliepassmore]

I Am Made of Death review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: horror, ASL rep, monsters in the night, heiress x bodyguard

Big thanks to Netgalley, Scholastic Press, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review!

This is the third book set in the world of The Whispering Dark/Your Blood, My Bones. You can read any of the books without having read the others, they're really just companion novels where someone will mention a character from another book or they'll show up for a couple of scenes. I for one am hoping we get more books set in this world. Maybe a team-up, or maybe just a new character story like usual, lol

I'm shocked, shocked I tell you (and pleased), to find a horror book featuring a ballet dancer that does not make the ballet world out to be monstrous and vicious. It was nice to have a dancer character in a horror book enjoy dancing and find it pleasurable and freeing. I do wish ballet played a bigger role in the story though, especially since it seems to be one of the few times Vivienne feels at ease.

Vivienne is a complex character who's reached her breaking point and is absolutely desperate to be rid of the thing inhabiting her body alongside her. The same thing that turns her voice to poison and that reflects back a different girl in the mirror. Vivienne definitely feels trapped, and at times she very much is. Her solution is to go to the extreme to try and fix what's happening, be that extremely mean to push people away for their safety or to the extremes of her own physical safety to remedy the situation of her...passenger. Despite outward appearances and behaviors, Vivienne actually cares very deeply and yearns for connection, but she's also terrified of it at the same time.

There was a lot of mystery and build-up around what Vivienne was harboring inside her, and I like that we never get a fully solid answer to the question. Some of the characters call it a demon, but 'demon' seems to encompass a number of different things in this series' world, so it's not an overly descriptive category. I also thought a certain scene at the end was super interesting and liked the way Vivienne's passenger interacted/reacted in that scene.

Thomas needs money badly and so, despite his misgivings, he's willing to put up with the Farrows' weirdness and Vivienne's cruelty in order to help make ends meet. He's definitely out of his depth from the get-go, but he tries his best to first get along with Vivienne, and then to just not get fired. Thomas has a big heart and so as soon as he gets the faintest hint that something's wrong with Vivienne, he's immediately invested in trying to help her, no matter how much she pushes him away. I have to say, his dedication to helping others is admirable, if at times a little risky and stupid. Thomas also tends to think of himself as someone who has to solve problems on his own, and it was nice to see other people going to bat for him and the people he cared about. It was a nice reminder to him that he's not alone.

There were quite a few side characters in this one, both new and old. On the new side we have Reed, an art college friend of Vivienne's who helped her get in contact with someone who theorized surgical exorcism. Hudson is a long-time friend of Vivienne's who ends up getting wrapped into the whole mess. I definitely think there's potential for a Reed x Hudson book next. Then there's Jesse. Poor Jesse, who definitely got manipulated by Vivienne and couldn't back out, but who, at the same time, I think wanted to know if his theories were possible, no matter what happened. Both Reed and Jesse are involved in the House of Hades, a secret society obsessed with the supernatural. We also get to meet both Vivienne's and Thomas' families, the latter of whom were more likeable and lovable than the former.

The House of Hades definitely intrigued me. More than just obsessed with the supernatural, the society actively seeks it out and investigate strange goings-on. The House references some of the supernatural goings-on of the other two books and it was such a fun little Easter egg to see those references. It also definitely hints to something larger going on behind the scenes.

In terms of returning characters, Lane and Cole are both in this one, along with Eric (whom I don't remember but I'm sure was in The Whispering Dark). It was definitely a treat to get Lane and Cole for more than just one scene this time around. I enjoyed seeing how they've changed since TWD and the ways they interact with one another as well as the overall magical world. Cole is still an asshole, but at least he's not mean anymore. It was also a nice surprise to get a little more background on him and, honestly? No wonder he was such a dick in TWD.

Overall I enjoyed this book and the characters. Thomas and Vivienne are both complex and stuck in difficult situations, but they're able to fight their way through it by relying on others. This book is a standalone but there are two 'companion' novels with Easter eggs in this book.

[reyaint]

harry potter dr | selense castillos

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date: march 7, 2025.

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"If I am to be cursed with eternity, then let it be spent with you."

✧˖*°࿐background

born into the Castillos family, a lineage deeply tied to Khaenri'ah, Selense’s birth was marked by both expectation and superstition. the Castillos bloodline, descended from the Cordis family, has always walked the line between revered and feared— masters of magic, diplomacy, and manipulation, known for their siren ancestry and their near-unparalleled control over wandless magic and the elements.

her mother, Aylin Nori Castillos, was a half-siren, renowned for her ethereal beauty and deadly magic. she was a woman of grace and steel, a whisper of a storm before it struck. her father, Ostin Hyun Castillos, was human, but his bond with Aylin extended his lifespan, making him something otherworldly by association.

selense grew up in a household filled with magic, music, and intense expectations. being a half-siren meant she was expected to master both magical and vocal enchantment, a skill that could both bewitch and destroy. her upbringing was strict, but not devoid of affection—her mother was deeply loving, guiding her in harnessing her siren abilities, while her father remained somewhat distant, unsure how to connect with a daughter whose very existence defied normalcy. she was always aware of her family's legacy, navigating the fine line between power and restraint—learning that a single note sung in the wrong moment could shatter lives.

selense was raised in the traditions of both her parents, taught to balance duty and desire, elegance and ruthlessness. from an early age, she was trained in combat, magic, and diplomacy—a Castillos heir was never just one thing.

to be a Castillos is to be more than powerful—it is to be untouchable.

"The world will love you or fear you, but it will never ignore you. Learn to wield that truth as a weapon." —Aylin Nori Castillos

her childhood was not one of softness. expectations weighed heavily upon her shoulders, but she bore them with an eerily calm acceptance. she was a child who rarely cried, who learned early how to hide pain behind a serene smile. to the world, she was the perfect Castillos heir.

but she was also something more.

she was the girl who found solace in the shadows, who moved like a ghost through the halls of her family’s grand estate, who longed for something real in a life built on illusion.

selense and Medea first met at a grand, aristocratic gathering, an event between the Faulkner, Castillos, and other influential families. at the time, they were both young—two girls standing at the crossroads of fate, drawn to each other like a haunting melody to its perfect counterpart.

selense noticed Medea first—or rather, she felt her before she saw her. there was something about Medea’s presence—controlled yet quietly intense, an air of something untamed beneath careful discipline. it intrigued her.

medea, in turn, was drawn to Selense’s silence—to the way she held herself, regal yet detached, her violet-blue eyes unreadable yet brimming with something far too knowing for their age.

their first words were calm, measured, and filled with underlying meaning—an instant understanding between two people who rarely found others who spoke their language without speaking at all.

it wasn’t love at first sight. but it was something close. a knowing. a gravity neither of them could explain.

"Let them fear us, let them whisper our names in dread. So long as I have you, I need nothing else."

✧˖*°࿐basics

SELENSE (pronounced seh-lense, meaning; seriousness, thought, intuition, intent and wisdom) YUKIA (pronounced you-kia meaning; outstanding; superior to others) CASTILLOS (pronounced cas-stillos, meaning; castle and strength)

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ titles. (future and present) ⟡ 𓂃 › heir of castillos fortune ⟡ 𓂃 › lady selense/yukia ⟡ 𓂃 › survivor castillos ⟡ 𓂃 › protege of lady aeolian ⟡ 𓂃 › warrior of lady aeolian ⟡ 𓂃 › shadow sential ⟡ 𓂃 › lethal songstress ⟡ 𓂃 › castillos descent ⟡ 𓂃 › siren warrior ⟡ 𓂃 › enchanting lady ⟡ 𓂃 › violet warrior ⟡ 𓂃 › villainess selense

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ date of birth. september 19 1985 ✧ 𓂃 › zodiac. virgo ✧ 𓂃 › birthstone. sapphire ✧ 𓂃 › birthflower. asters, forget-me-not, morning glories ✧ 𓂃 › birthsymbol. deep blue, vine, willow, vine moon, jupiter, raven, maiden, tree

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ nationality. british ✧ 𓂃 › ethnicity. korean-scottish-khaenri'an ✧ 𓂃 › race. siren

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ height. 5'4 (future. 5'11) ✧ 𓂃 › weight. 95lbs (future, 120lbs) ✧ 𓂃 › blood type. o+

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ appearance.

selense is the embodiment of quiet elegance, her presence both commanding and elusive. her hair is a cascade of soft blonde, kissed with subtle hints of gold under sunlight but cool as silver in the moon’s glow. cut into a hime style, her straight-cut bangs frame her regal features, giving her an air of refinement and quiet authority. when damp, her hair darkens slightly, a lingering trait of her siren heritage.. she wears it effortlessly—sometimes adorned with delicate silver pins, sometimes cascading freely like liquid silk down her back.

her violet-blue eyes shift like the ocean at dusk, sometimes dark as the abyss, sometimes bright and ethereal, turning a luminous shade of amethyst under candlelight. there is something otherworldly about her gaze—piercing, calculating, but never unkind—as if she sees through every facade with unsettling ease.

standing nearly a foot taller than Medea, Selense carries herself with graceful poise, every movement measured yet fluid, as if she were moving through water. her frame is willowy yet deceptively strong, sculpted from rigorous training in magic and combat. her voice is a low, velvety timbre, effortlessly commanding yet undeniably alluring, tinged with the softest remnants of an old dialect from her family’s siren heritage.

selense embodies elegance, mystery, and power in her fashion choices. her family’s traditional colors are pink and gold/white, signifying grace, wisdom, and nobility—yet, she is often seen wearing black, deep reds, and rich blues, reflecting the duality of her nature. she wears a delicate siren’s choker, a thin silver chain with a deep sapphire gemstone, rumored to hum softly when she sings.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ hair color. blonde ✧ 𓂃 › type. 2-b

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ eye color. violet-blue eyes shift like the ocean at dusk, sometimes dark as the abyss, sometimes bright and ethereal, turning a luminous shade of amethyst under candlelight. there is something otherworldly about her gaze—piercing, calculating, but never unkind—as if she sees through every facade with unsettling ease.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ skin. cool-toned and smooth, often described as moonlit porcelain, but kissed by the softest traces of warmth, like the fading embers of twilight, blushed ✧ 𓂃 › birthmarks: behind her left ear, shaped like a cresting wave—a mark of her siren lineage.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ distinctive features. a faint scar along her forearm, a relic from early combat training, a reminder that even the most beautiful things can bleed. her violet-blue eyes. her siren voice, an ability woven into her very being—soft-spoken yet commanding, her words resonate like a melody edged with steel.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ fashion style.

selense's fashion is an extension of her heritage—elegant, intricate, and steeped in subtle power. she favors flowing garments, high collars, and rich, dark tones—deep pinks, obsidian blacks, midnight blues—often complemented by silver embroidery and delicate jewelry. a constant on her person is the Castillos family ring, a piece of silver adorned with a pink gemstone, a quiet reminder of the legacy she carries. she favors high-collared coats, tailored jackets, and layered robes, blending aristocracy with practicality. when not in Hogwarts robes, she prefers flowing silks, structured corsets, and intricate embroidery that reflect her status—elegant but never ostentatious.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ known languages. ✧ 𓂃 › english 𓂃 scottish accent ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › scottish 𓂃 scottish accent ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › korean 𓂃 jeju dialect/accent ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › japanese 𓂃 kyoto dialect/accent ❪ 93% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › greek 𓂃 koiné dialect/accent ❪ 75% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › spanish 𓂃 puerto rican dialect/accent ❪ 91% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › italian 𓂃 rome dialect/accent ❪ 57% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › french 𓂃 paris dialect/accent ❪ 85% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › ancient nirin𓂃 ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › parsel tongue𓂃 ❪ 100% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › latin𓂃 ❪ 89% ❫ ✧ 𓂃 › bsl: british sign language𓂃 ❪ 100% ❫

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ personality. selense is a paradox—calm yet intense, calculating yet deeply passionate. she is a woman of few but purposeful words, one who speaks only when necessary but commands attention when she does. a sharp observer, she reads people like well-worn books, always aware, always assessing. ✦ ˚ — she exudes an effortless confidence, one not born from arrogance but from the unshakable knowledge of who she is. she moves through life with the certainty of someone who knows her power but does not need to flaunt it. she does not seek the spotlight, but it finds her regardless. ✧ 𓂃 › selense is incredibly protective, though she rarely shows it outright. her form of care is silent—watching, waiting, ensuring her presence is always a step behind those she cares for, should they ever need her. she has a fierce, unwavering loyalty, but it is not given easily. she trusts few, and those who betray that trust are given no second chances. ✦ ˚ — despite her cold and enigmatic exterior, there is a quiet tenderness beneath it, one that only reveals itself to those who matter most—Medea, her family, the rare souls who have proven themselves worthy. her love is not soft; it is unyielding, protective, an unbreakable force that does not waver in the face of adversity. ✧ 𓂃 › she carries the weight of her family name with grace and a sense of duty, knowing that her path was written long before she was born. Selense does not fear expectations—she exceeds them. ✦ ˚ — loyal to few, devoted to fewer: selense does not trust easily—her loyalty is earned, not given freely. but for the ones she holds dear, she is relentless, unwavering, and utterly terrifying in her devotion. ✧ 𓂃 › deadly poise: unlike Medea, whose presence commands attention through intensity, Selense is a shadow—silent, graceful, yet lethal. she speaks in calm threats and quiet promises, her words carrying as much weight as a blade.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ skills. ✦ ˚ — wandless magic mastery – the Castillos' bloodline is known for wandless spellwork, and Selense is no exception. she can effortlessly conjure, defend, and attack without the need for a wand, her control honed through years of rigorous training. ✧ 𓂃 › siren song & voice manipulation – her voice is a weapon. she can lull someone into a trance, compel them to obey, or wrap her words in an enchantment that bends emotions. when infused with magic, her voice can shatter glass, disorient enemies, or even instill fear. ✦ ˚ — swordsmanship & hand-to-hand combat – unlike most Sirens, who rely on magic alone, selense is a trained fighter. she wields a blade with lethal elegance, her movements swift and deadly. her combat style is fluid, deceptive, and efficient, much like the water she commands. ✧ 𓂃 › potion & poison expertise – she has a keen understanding of alchemy, particularly when it comes to potions, poisons, and antidotes. the Castillos’ knowledge of elixirs runs deep, and Selense has mastered both the art of healing and the craft of destruction. ✦ ˚ — dancing & performance – her movements are an art form, refined through years of Siren tradition. her dancing is hypnotic, her presence magnetic, making it easy for her to command attention when needed. ✧ 𓂃 › stealth & infiltration – she moves like a shadow, unseen and unheard. selense does not engage in unnecessary conflict—she strikes when the time is right. ✦ ˚ — unshakable willpower – it is nearly impossible to sway her mind or manipulate her emotions—even against other Sirens. her resistance to mental magic is exceptional, making her an unpredictable force against those who rely on emotional or mental attacks. ✧ 𓂃 › strategic thinking – she doesn’t just play chess—she plays people, reading them like pieces on a board. ✦ ˚ — emotional perception – she reads emotions like open books, using them as leverage when necessary. ✧ 𓂃 › divination & foresight: she has an eerie sense of intuition, as if she can glimpse threads of fate before they unfold. some whisper that the Castillos bloodline carries the Sight, but Selense never confirms or denies it.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ powers. ✧ 𓂃 › siren song & voice manipulation – her voice is a weapon. she can lull someone into a trance, compel them to obey, or wrap her words in an enchantment that bends emotions. when infused with magic, her voice can shatter glass, disorient enemies, or even instill fear. ✦ ˚ — elemental magic: water & air – she has a natural affinity for water and air magic, capable of summoning storms, controlling tides, and shaping the wind to her will. it is both a defensive and offensive strength—a silent current or a raging maelstrom. ✧ 𓂃 › emotion perception – an innate ability to sense the emotions of those around her, making deception nearly impossible. ✦ ˚ — wandless magic – like all Castillos descendants, she can perform magic without a wand, making her unpredictable in combat. ✧ 𓂃 › ancient alchemy – using forgotten techniques, she can create potions with effects beyond traditional magic. ✦ ˚ — enhanced senses & reflexes – faster, sharper, and more attuned than the average witch, making her a deadly duelist. ✧ 𓂃 › illusion magic – a rare gift within her bloodline, allowing her to distort reality in subtle ways. ✦ ˚ — siren’s sight – in certain conditions, she can see through illusions, perceive hidden truths, or even glimpse future possibilities. ✧ 𓂃 › dark enchantment – a rare ability within the Castillos bloodline, she can infuse objects or words with magic, making them linger like echoes in the mind.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ habits + quirks. runs her fingers along the hilt of her sword absentmindedly. ✧ 𓂃 › tilting her head slightly when observing someone, as if analyzing every hidden detail. ✦ ˚ — she has an uncanny ability to sense deception, making it nearly impossible to lie to her. ✧ 𓂃 › a habit of brushing her thumb over the Castillos family ring whenever she is deep in thought. rarely raises her voice, but when she does, it carries an undeniable ✧ 𓂃 › authority. a tendency to stand completely still while thinking, making her presence even more unnerving. ✦ ˚ — softly humming ancient Siren melodies when lost in thought or feeling deeply. ✧ 𓂃 › when displeased, her expression does not change—but the air around her seems to grow colder. ✦ ˚ — she does not need to look over her shoulder; she senses when someone is watching. ✧ 𓂃 › occasionally traces runes into surfaces absentmindedly, an old habit from childhood training. ✦ ˚ — has a near-photographic memory, able to recall conversations, texts, and faces with unnerving accuracy. ✧ 𓂃 › has a habit of speaking in half-truths, revealing only what she chooses. ✦ ˚ — drinks tea only when it's scalding hot, refusing anything lukewarm. ✧ 𓂃 › rarely shows anger outright—her fury is cold, controlled, and far more terrifying in its subtlety.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ hobbies. ✧ 𓂃 › studying ancient magical texts & runes – knowledge is power, and she ensures she has more of it than anyone else. ✦ ˚ — practicing duels & combat training – she believes strength is not a privilege, but a responsibility. ✧ 𓂃 › collecting rare books & relics – the Castillos are known for their vast collection of magical artifacts, and she curates her own personal collection. ✦ ˚ — playing the violin & composing music – her melodies are both haunting and breathtaking, reflecting her Siren ancestry. ✧ 𓂃 › exploring forgotten ruins & hidden places – the thrill of uncovering secrets long buried is a passion she cannot resist. ✦ ˚ — brewing rare potions & experimenting with alchemy – she enjoys the fine balance between destruction and creation. ✧ 𓂃 › night walks under the moonlight – the stillness of the night is where she finds clarity. ✦ ˚ — stargazing—she finds solace in the constellations, a reminder that even in darkness, there is light.

"We do not break, Medea. We endure."

✧˖*°࿐relationship

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋmedea faulkner. medea and selense are two halves of the same soul, bound by a history both beautiful and tragic. theirs is a love forged in fire and quiet promises, an understanding that requires no words. they are inseparable, unwavering, and, perhaps, a little dangerous together. their first encounter was at a formal gathering between the Faulkner and Castillos families. medea was drawn to Selense like a moth to a haunting melody, an unshakable presence wrapped in quiet power. selense, in turn, saw not a fragile girl, but someone who carried storms beneath her skin. ✧ 𓂃 › their dynamic. their love is equal parts devotion and destruction—an intensity that lingers in every glance, every touch, every unspoken vow. selense is Medea’s anchor, and Medea is Selense’s fire. ✧ 𓂃 › the way Selense fixes Medea’s collar before a formal event, a fleeting brush of fingers that speaks of intimacy hidden beneath duty. ✧ 𓂃 › the way Medea stands slightly in front of Selense in tense situations, a subtle yet unwavering display of silent protection. ✧ 𓂃 › the way Selense always listens when Medea speaks, even in a crowded room, as if her voice is the only one that matters. ✧ 𓂃 › the way Medea softens only when it is just the two of them, her sharp edges blunted in the quiet of their shared moments. ✧ 𓂃 › their relationship is one of quiet devotion and passionate restraint, where words are often unnecessary—they communicate in glances, touches, and shared silences. while others might perceive their dynamic as tumultuous, to them, it is comforting and natural—the calm after the storm, and the storm itself.

“We were born into expectations. But tell me, Medea—if it were only us, only this moment, only this feeling, what would you choose?”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ harry potter. selense’s relationship with Harry Potter is rooted in mutual respect, though she tends to keep her distance from him. she sees Harry’s natural charisma and leadership qualities but is often intrigued by his recklessness and his unyielding need to fight against fate. Selense does not fear the dark side of magic, but she recognizes the weight Harry carries and the responsibilities he’s shouldered. they aren’t friends per se, but Selense has a grudging respect for him, and they’ve been forced to work together in the past. their interactions are often marked by polite distance, but when the situation calls for it, Selense would stand by him.

“You fight because you believe in something, Harry. I fight because I must.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ heromine granger. selense holds a quiet admiration for Hermione’s intellect and dedication. while their personalities are quite different, with Hermione’s straightforwardness clashing against Selense’s more reserved, strategic nature, they share a mutual respect. hermione’s idealism and sense of justice sometimes irk Selense, especially when they feel like a weakness in the larger game at play. however, there’s a subtle understanding that both are driven by the same underlying desire to protect those they love.

“You’re too honest for your own good, Granger, but your heart is in the right place.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ ron weasley. selense doesn’t have much patience for Ron’s impulsive nature and often finds his bravado tiresome. still, there’s a grudging respect for his loyalty, especially when it comes to his friends. she sees him as the type of person who would throw himself into any situation without thinking, and that instinct has proven to be both an asset and a liability.

"You rush in where angels fear to tread, Weasley. You might get yourself killed one day, but you won't die alone."

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ draco malfoy. selense and draco share a deep understanding of power dynamics and the social game at Hogwarts. she recognizes his ambition and his battle against his own family’s expectations, and while she doesn’t necessarily align with his methods, she finds a certain kinship in the shadows they both walk. draco admires Selense's poise and her ability to command a room without uttering a word. their connection is one of mutual respect and a hint of competition, both vying for dominance in their own way.

“I don’t trust easily, but you’ve earned my respect, Malfoy. Don’t squander it.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ pansy parkinson. selense and Pansy share a cold, calculating bond. though Pansy is often more vocal in her disdain for Gryffindors, Selense understands the importance of keeping your cards close to your chest and always playing the long game. they are allies when necessary, but there’s no love lost between them. pansy’s obsession with social hierarchy and status irritates Selense, but she keeps her judgments to herself.

“You’ll never understand, Parkinson, how much more there is to life than chasing popularity. But I’ll tolerate your antics—this time.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ blaise zabini. there’s an unspoken understanding between Selense and Blaise, with both being exceptionally observant and strategic. they share a quiet bond, each recognizing the other’s intelligence and power without the need for public acknowledgment. blaise’s calm demeanor and ability to blend into the background suits Selense’s nature, and they often find themselves in each other’s company during quieter moments.

“You’ve always known how to stay out of the spotlight, Zabini. Maybe that’s why I don’t mind having you around.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ luna lovegood. luna fascinates Selense in a way few people do. she’s an enigma wrapped in a dream, and Selense finds herself both perplexed and intrigued by Luna’s unshakable belief in the strange and the fantastical. while Selense doesn’t necessarily agree with Luna’s views, she respects her for the sheer strength it takes to stand firm in a world that often belittles her.

“You live in a world few can understand, Lovegood. But I suppose that’s what makes you interesting.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ dumbledore. selense is both wary of and respectful toward Dumbledore. she recognizes his wisdom and ability to manipulate events from the shadows, a skill she admires but doesn’t fully trust. she’s aware of the fine line he walks between moral ambiguity and righteousness, and while she doesn't agree with all of his methods, she understands why he makes the choices he does. their relationship is one of mutual recognition—he sees the darkness in her, but also the light, and Selense sees in him the same calculating nature she knows all too well.

“You hide your cards well, Headmaster. But I’ve seen enough of your game to know you’re just as willing to sacrifice the few for the many.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ remus lupin. lupin’s quiet strength and the way he handles his struggles with grace make him a figure of interest for Selense. she can’t help but admire his calm demeanor in the face of adversity, though she recognizes the sadness that lingers within him. their interactions are warm but not overly personal; selense doesn’t open up easily to him, though she respects his intelligence and integrity.

“You wear your burdens with dignity, Lupin. I wish I could say I have that same ability.”

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ sirius black. selense is drawn to Sirius’s rebellious nature and his ability to live authentically despite his family’s demands. there’s a subtle respect between them, as Selense sees much of her own defiance mirrored in Sirius. she recognizes the depth of his loyalty to his friends, but she also understands the weight of being shackled by familial expectations. their relationship is one of respect, with an underlying current of shared defiance against the oppressive forces that seek to control them.

“You’ve been burned by your family, Black. But you’ve found your own fire—and that’s something I can respect.”

"Loyalty is not given freely, but you have mine, for this life and the next."

✧˖*°࿐hogwarts

selense wears her Slytherin ambition like a mantle woven from both elegance and the quiet mastery of power. she does not chase the spotlight, yet wherever she steps, the world seems to pause, sensing the weight of her potential. there’s an otherworldly grace to her movements, a quiet knowing in her gaze that suggests there is always something more beneath the surface—she does not speak without purpose, and her words often feel like a quiet spell, weaving truths you didn’t want to hear but needed.

her intelligence is sharp, honed with years of training both in the arts of combat and in the deeper realms of magic. she doesn’t just excel in the traditional Slytherin traits of cunning and resourcefulness, she has a rare ability to make others think she’s one step behind when, in reality, she is already lightyears ahead.

selense’s charm is not the kind that demands attention; it draws people in, a subtle pull that leaves them entranced by her quiet confidence, like a whisper in the wind that you’re too captivated by to ignore. she carries Slytherin ambition, but she has learned to temper it with a patience few can claim.

her loyalty, though hard-won, is unwavering. In matters of trust and relationships, Selense is no fool. She does not open herself to just anyone. the trust of Selense is a treasure and, to those who gain it, a bond unbreakable.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ pureblood. selense’s bloodline is pure, descended from the prestigious Cordis lineage and further enhanced by her Siren ancestry. this gives her a sense of nobility and power that is quiet, but unshakeable.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ favorite place in hogwarts. selense finds peace in solitude, and her favorite place is the Whomping Willow’s hidden corner, where the roots twist and curl to form a natural bench. the air around it hums with ancient energy, and it is here she finds time to gather her thoughts. she often sits here, in silence, feeling the pulse of magic from both the tree and her own lineage.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ her wand. her wand reflects her own duality—calm but capable of explosive power when needed. the thunderbird tail feather core, a creature of freedom and storm, matches her temperamental yet powerful nature. the unbending nature of the wand symbolizes her unwillingness to bend to others' will, and its connection to wind magic gives her an edge in manipulation and control.

✧ 𓂃 › wand traits.

✦ ˚ — length. 11 ¼ inches ✦ ˚ — flexibility. slightly flexible, fitting for someone who adapts easily yet has a core of unyielding strength. ✦ ˚ — power. the wand is attuned to elemental magic and willful magic. it allows for deep control over water, air, and even subtle illusion magic, reflecting her Siren heritage. ✦ ˚ — dueling potential. highly skilled in both defensive and offensive spells, making her a capable duelist. the wand excels in water-based spells, creating a natural synergy with her magical affinity.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ animagus. selense's Animagus form reflects the dichotomy of her soul. she transforms into a moonlit fox, sleek and agile, a creature who blends into the shadows with a quiet elegance. foxes are seen as symbols of cleverness and cunning, and Selense embodies these traits effortlessly, using her quick reflexes and ability to read the world around her to her advantage. the fox’s association with moonlight is significant, symbolizing her connection to the mystical and elusive aspects of her heritage.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋpatronus. selense's Patronus is a phoenix, a symbol of both rebirth and immortality. it represents her ability to rise from the ashes of any trial, stronger and more determined than before. the phoenix is a creature of infinite cycles, reminding her that no matter what, she will always rise again.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ amortentia. selense smells the scent of lavender, sea breeze, and roses—a mix of calming, grounding, and delicate fragrances that remind her of peace and her connection to nature, especially the ocean and her maternal roots.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ boggart manifestation. selense’s boggart takes the form of losing Medea, as her greatest fear is the idea of losing those she holds dear. the thought of a world without Medea, her constant in the storm, is a source of deep anxiety. the boggart manifests as a shadowy version of Medea, unreachable and lost to her, a haunting manifestation of her fear.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ polyjuice potion. selense has a particular knack for Polyjuice Potion, having perfected the art of blending various ingredients to ensure the potion works effectively. With her ability to speak multiple languages fluently, she can effortlessly take on the guise of others when necessary. however, her affinity for truth and authenticity means she rarely uses the potion unless absolutely required, valuing her identity too deeply to mask it often. ✧ 𓂃 › who would she transform into?. selense would likely transform into someone who embodies strength, control, and grace. she admires the elusive power of Luna Lovegood, so it’s possible she might transform into her, though with modifications, as she would want to enhance the mystery and otherworldliness Luna already projects. ✧ 𓂃 › polyjuice potion’s effect on her. when she drinks Polyjuice, the sensation of transformation leaves her feeling strangely detached, as if the new form doesn’t belong to her entirely. the magic of the potion amplifies the mystique she carries, making her both alluring and distant at once.

✧˖*°࿐extras

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