#the dress is honestly probably the best dress i have ever drawn

[sleepyy-dakota]

Look, this is not the first time I've drawn a man in a Maid dresses' body pillow and I. I will admit that yes.

[meo-eiru]

I kinda like the small yet big detail in the game, like I'm sure myself and some other people were expecting a wholesome dating sim that would also get quite spicy (FROM HOW WE KNOW MERU)

And we all just kinda got kicked in the butt, like Starling being too hot to be true yet so terrifying at the same time, but not the terrifying kind that we know, like Micah or Silas etc

More like the type that makes you forget that he still is more a siren than a merman, like he successfully managed to lure in the whole community with his hot ass😭😭and then we get backstabbed by him munching our fingers off as if they're some carrots, like as a simple lunch snack-💀💀

Or in the other ending where it's basically simply Mae dying and getting turned into a possession and probably just another body to fill up with tongues

From my interpretation, Starling doesn't really have that kind of romantic interest in Mae, but she kinda thought it could go into that direction, but then got stabbed in the back like that😭😭(probs everyone who played it, thought like Mae there too kinda💀so we all got the betrayal🙁)

And you guys did a really good job in simply catching us all off guard in most scenes, it's it's beautifully written and drawn, I love that game so much!!!

Spoilers for the game

Honestly maybe Sel would give a different answer but I do think Starling likes Maelyn. Due to his past and what he has now become his way of showing it is probably different, but for Starling I don't think Maelyn is just another body for storing tongues. If that was the case he wouldn't have went out of his way to clean her body up, find a wedding dress and "marry" her in his own makeshift way.

He probably didn't even view it as a betrayal. Because until the very end Starling was making sure the no longer breathing Maelyn could be comfortable in her pearl necklace.

For the writing style, probably Sel writing the story played a big part in this.

Sel and I have very similar tastes in a lot of things, on levels I myself can't believe sometimes. But we do have a different style at how we depict similar concepts.

I love presenting dark stories on a silver platter. Prettied up with the most delicious icings and shiniest sprinkles. I like my stories and characters to look beautiful. Enjoy them while thinking you're just having whimsy adventures only to realize you're done for once you truly look. Like Silas. It's easy to make fun of him, forget the things he is capable of doing as you're too busy enjoying his silliness. He feels safe, a gentle giant who loves and takes care of you.

But he's still a man who has forced himself on you not only physically but also mentally. Trapped and limited you beyond belief. No electricity, no internet, no contact with anyone other than him. Only talking to him, only feeling him, only knowing him, only consuming him. A beautiful and sweet man no human mind can handle for more than a few weeks.

But Sel, from what I've seen, is a bit different. She doesn't shy away from showing the darkness and scariness of the stories she makes. Before you even know it you'll be facing concepts you didn't think could be possible.

And not only that, she hides so much under every word she uses. Often times the things she places in front of you are not even the scariest parts. The more you read and the more you decipher they get deeper.

I'm frankly a big fan of the things she writes. They often leave me flabbergasted (and mortified, she knows what I mean) but they are also so so fun. So scary yet beautifully poetic.

I know she doesn't like being under the spotlight that much. But ever since I met her and saw her stories I wanted more people to get the chance to see and appreciate them the way they deserved. I think they are truly special, and they make me want to do my best to illustrate them in the perfect way possible.

Honestly I'm not sure if I'm good enough at it, but if it helps the stories reach more people I'm happy with it.

I don't know if she'll read this post so that's why I'm being sappy like this but I genuinely hope you guys like her stories like I do. And I hope both you and I can see more and more of it.

[crguang]

we (I) would like to know your nsfw hcs for black swan too ^_^ one of mine is that she lovessss putting on a show during sex. like she'll dress up in the prettiest fucking lingerie ever, maybe give you a lap dance, tie your hands back and make you watch her while she masturbates, that kind of thing. just thinking about it is making me insane ugghhhhhh

(also, want to ask if i can be 🌌 anon ^_^)

you get me 100% and so yes you can absolutely be 🌌 anon everybody be nice to your newest sibling and welcome to the circus 🫶🏾

i totally agree about swan loving to put on a show it was gonna be one of my talking points, she’s stunning and she knows it and she loves most of all to see that look on your face like you can’t believe she’s real and that she wants you of all people. it gets her off. she’s super patient too so expect to not be freed from your restraints until she’s had her fill of leaving you wanting

maybe acheswan fanart has rotted my brain but when it comes to receiving swan likes it so rough sometimes. she wants to be absolutely fucked out by the end of it, eyes rolling back and lips parted as she catches her breath

speaking of, she can take overstimulation like a champ even as she’s trembling and speaking in broken sentences, her toes curl and it’s heaven for her

such a selfless lover, even when she’s getting aroused and needy while touching you she’ll focus on your pleasure first

she can be so, so soft it’s disgusting (i need it please please please plea—). once again, she’s a very patient woman so she loves taking her time teasingly trailing her fingers across your back or down your abdomen. foreplay is never boring with swan and when she’s in a soft mood it’s the cutest thing ever. little words are exchanged but you can feel her devotion in every gentle kiss she plants on your skin

imagine dirty talk. in her voice. now lower the voice. add a playful lilt to it. that’s how swan sounds like in bed. now imagine her breathless gasps and hurried pants and low, drawn out, raspy, mindless moans and you have the full picture.

praise… it’s so easy for her, so smooth, so right. never forgets to let you know how good you’re making her feel with breathy “yes”es and “you’re so good to me darling”’s and “such a good [whatever]”s. it spurs you on but she just enjoys praising you

mirror sexxxxx. does this need any explanation?.. she’ll fuck you in front of a mirror. in front of two mirrors. she’ll have her fingers knuckles deep inside you while murmuring in your ear about how beautiful you look for her. she’ll stroke you while bringing your attention to the movement of her hand, fingers holding your chin so you’re staring at yourself through the mirror. she’ll let you fuck her in front of one too, she gets a show and the sensations of you eating her out or pumping into her, win-win-win.

probably has a favourite vibrator + setting that makes her cum every time

if it’s not obvious by now i see her as a switch hsjfjf i feel like she can appreciate bottoming because she loves to be pleasured but she’s also got that soft dom side to her that loves control so. best of both worlds. she can be a sub or a dom honestly, she’s versatile

wet. sloppy. kisses. it’s not a proper kiss in the middle of sex if her lips aren’t shining with saliva

with the right stimulation and the proper foreplay, she can cum just from nipple play

is this long? sorry. anyway she loves sitting on your face, you love her thighs (me) and she just gets so aroused gazing down at you and your lidded, hazy eyes as you lap her up like you’re pussy drunk. grinding her cunt on your tongue and watching your eyes roll back like you’re the one getting fucked truly does something to her

other than that i don’t think she has a specific favorite position, she’s not opposed to being taken any way i think. she always checks in with you when she wants to try a new one out but she’s very open in general

she has love handles that if you grip to pull her closer or keep her still as you’re strapping her down her pussy will clench every time she gets weak for it

she’ll have you suck on her fingers while she takes care of you and press down on your tongue to make you moan around her digits

lowkey… i see her being into some light spanking. some playful spanking where her moans are muffled by the pillow or the sheets. idk. idk. im so biased it’s crazy i wanna do so much to her hshsjdjfmgmgjs

hair pullingggggg. that’s a kafka thing but a calculated tug of her hair will have her gasping

sex with swan can be soft or rough depending on her mood and your preferences. shes a sweetheart and a gentle lover, but she can also be kinda freaky because her body isn’t real. i’d say her pain tolerance is higher than the average person

there are plenty im missing but i need to go to bed and my brain is empty after arcane, yall should share your hcs with me im curious hehe

[sraksha]

I've said this before, but i struggle with inconsistency, and it was only last year when i started to figure out how to draw humans. So i thought it'd be fun to compile my fave drawings of the LU boys faces, as i feel that is the biggest thing i struggle with.

Let's begin!

THIS-

THIS IS PERFECTION. It's from an angst piece, but this is the best man face i have ever drawn. I have mainly drawn girls, and like, boys are easy enough to draw, but i struggle so bad with more masculine men. But this, to me, is just so so good. Honestly i really like how i drew Time in this one. With the shading and highlights he just looks so good.

This is from the same angst piece and i really like this one. Twi is one of the oldest Links, but in my eyes he still has a bit of a boyish look to him. There were other drawings that looked similar enough, and that im happy with, but this one still speaks to me the most.

ANOTHER NEAR PERFECT ONE.

Whenever i draw Wars, this is the one i pull up as reference, and i say to myself "This is what you're aiming for. Please, for the love of god, try to do this again." Idk, i just REALLY like this one. And he is very pretty, even with his hair a bit messed up.

Ah, Wild from the Links in dresses series. Overall, probably one of my fave drawings lol. In this one his chin is smaller than i usually try to draw it, but come one, he is gorgeous. And he knows it.

To my shock, i haven't drawn Sky that many times to have a lot of variety. He is mostly calm and/or happy in my drawings. But i like this one. Plus he is talking about Sun!

Hyrule is another one i don't have too many drawings of, but this is just so cute. Little fae on a mischievous mood. I just like it so much. With Hyrule, his hair is what i struggle with the most. It's pretty easy to sketch, but i ALWAYS have problems lining it?? I don't get it. But in this one it turned out good.

This is a one-off that i've never been able to draw again. He somehow looks more mature in this?? Idk i just really REALLY like this one. My precious wet rag covered in glitter is processing so hard.

This is in my more relaxed, not-so-fleshed-out style. It's just really cute. The shock! The disbelief! Adorable!

WIMDY. This just feels pretty on brand for him, being a toon Link and all. This is actually the first time i drew Wind! He's adorable and i love it.

Bonus!

This is from my learing curve, and first time drawing Ravio. Im not too happy with the hair, but i really like how his face turner out. He just looks so soft and happy.

Shadow just has cat vibes imo. Line art and eyeliner on point. I just vibe with this whole drawing. Gosh i need to draw Shadow more often.

[annalu86]

Chenford + talk about their feelings

Jealous

(Sorry it’s taken so long Anon, I hope it’s ok!)

“The look on that guys face! It’s like no one had ever turned him down before and that definitely can’t be the case” full of noise and energy Lucy Chen, Angela Lopez and Nyla Harper burst through the doors at Mid Wiltshire station. The three women are all dressed casually but with care and the energy radiating off them was electric. All eyes are instantly drawn to them as they make their way to Angela’s desk and crowd around her computer screen.

“He certainly took a shine to you” Nyla Harper said whilst looking Lucy up and down, eyebrows raised.

“For all the good it did him” Angela laughed heartily.

A blush rose on Lucy’s cheek, both at the idea the man found her most attractive and the roundabout praise she had received from Angela “if he had just kept his hands to himself” she grinned “he wouldn’t have wound up with a face full of dirt”

At first Lucy didn’t register the change in countenance of her friends “and then if he hadn’t tried to touch my leg, whilst on the floor, he wouldn’t have ended up in cuffs…” Lucy had slowed right down by the end of the sentence, finally catching on the the change in her colleagues. Nyla was looking steadfastly at some dirt on the end of her shoe and Angela was suddenly very interested in the cuffs of her sleeves.

It could mean only one thing.

“Hey Tim” Lucy span slowly, her eyes coming level with his broad, solid chest. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his.

“Been having fun?” He barely smiled but his tone couldn’t hide the playful look in his eyes

“They let me come out with them” her voice rising as she jiggled on the balls of her feet “detective practice!”

Tim’s eyes shifted from Lucy’s joyful face, over her head and waited out his best friend until she finally deemed her cuffs ok and made eye contact with him

“We ran everything by Grey” Angela said hurriedly, ready to pass the buck. Tim just grumbled in response.

“Angela and I were just going to grab some food, you hungry?” Lucy swiftly changed the subject and Tim’s face returned to hers

“Give me 10 minutes to talk to Grey” Lucy’s mouth opened to interrupt “not about you” he pacified her before she had a chance to complain “and I’ll meet you at the food trucks”

“Perfect” Lucy grinned broadly and the group went their separate ways.

The lunch rush had died down by the time Angela and Lucy had taken their seats, Lucy had taken an educated guess and ordered for both herself and Tim. He was quite particular about what he ate but Lucy considered herself an expert in the particulars of Tim.

Angela ate in earnest as they chatted, whilst Lucy picked at her food more slowly.

“I’ll get out of your hair so you and Tim can talk about earlier” Angela grimaced slightly

“What do you mean?” Lucy was perplexed, Angela looked surprised “oh you mean with that guy earlier?”

“Yeah, I doubt he’s thrilled”

“He’ll be fine!” Lucy laughed but Angela remained unconvinced. Lucy leaned back in her chair, took a sip of her drink and carried on “honestly, it really won’t have bothered him as much as you think”

“Tim. Tim Bradford?” Angela leant forward, elbows on the table, food momentarily forgotten “not jealous, of some guy putting his hands on *his* girlfriend”

“It’s work!” Lucy’s expression remained light but her tone was insistent “it’s not like it’s never happened before, I rode with him for ages, you cannot imagine the amount of times I saw him get hit on!”

Angela smiled but pressed on “but your his girlfriend now”

“I would agree with you if we were in a club”

“Can we just take a second to imagine Tim in a club” Angela interrupted. Her faced creased into laughter, Lucy’s eyes glazed over and a smile crept over her lips “ok, stop imagining him at a club. You’re grossing me out” Angela’s laughter increasing.

“If we were in a club he’d probably get a little jealous” Angela snorted “but on the job, well, you sort of expect criminals to do kind of creepy things sometimes. He understands that”

“You can understand something, without liking it”

“Look, ask him yourself!” Lucy pointed over Angela’s shoulder.

Tim joined them both at the table, quickly kissing the top of Lucy’s head as he took a seat, Lucy slid his food in front of him

“Thanks” he said with a smile, lifting a fork towards his mouth he stopped when he glanced between the two women who were watching him keenly “what?” He said with a heavy sigh, setting his fork down.

“We were wondering” Angela ignored Tim crossing his arms, pointedly, across his broad chest “what did you think of Lucy’s take down early?”

“When you were undercover? The guy?” His eyebrow quirked

“That’s the one” Angela confirmed

“I wasn’t there, haven’t read the report” his tone serious “I’m sure it was great though” he offered a smile to Lucy who smiled back, a little apologetically.

“And the guy hitting on Lucy?” Angela moved to the straight forward approach

“An annoyingly common part of the job, we’ve all been there” he said matter of fact-edly

“You’re a very handsome boy” Lucy teased him gently, earning herself a gagging noise from Angela

“It really doesn’t bother you?” Angela seemed genuinely surprised

“I’m not surprised when criminals do something creepy” he said simply.

Lucy turned to Angela beaming “see!” She crowed

“You’ve changed Bradford” Angela said with a smile “right, I’m going to leave you two live birds to finish your lunch. I’ll see you both later” and with that she stood up and walked back to the station to finish the rest of her shift.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, both focused on eating. Or so Tim thought, after a few minutes he noticed that Lucy was mostly just pushing the food around with her fork.

“Do you want me to be jealous?” Tim asked, putting his fork down.

“What? No!” Lucy jumped “that’s stupid”

“Lucy?”

“You would have been jealous before, with other girlfriends though?” She wasn’t quite ready to meet his eyes

“Isabel? Definitely, Rachel? Ashely? Maybe”

“Oh” Lucy said quietly

“Lucy you know this is different, right?” Tim’s large hands reached across the small gap and took hers, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her knuckles

“Yeah Isabel was your wife, of course you’d be jealous”

“Isobel cheated on me, god knows many times, wasted our money on drugs and left me” despite the words he began to smile “Rachel and I were barely even really together, we certainly didn’t *know* each other and Ashley, well” he smiled as he moved a hand from hers and cupped her cheek instead “she was nothing much more than a distraction” at that her eyes snapped up to meet his, a smile starting the break across her features.

“What did you need distracting from” the smile fully erupting fully as she asked him smugly “what we’re you thinking about?”

He resolutely ignored her as he continued “I’ve nothing to be jealous of, I trust you totally. You can look after yourself and I know you”

He leaned across in his chair and kissed her gently on the lips, he let out a deep breath as he lent his forehead against hers.

“So” she whispered against his mouth as she moved in for another kiss “does this mean I’m not allowed to get jealous?”

She laughed as he slid his hand round the back of her head and into her hair, enjoying the fact it wasn’t in its usual tight work bun, he tutted as he pulled her in and kissed her deeply

“No. No jealousy”

[kit-walk3r]

The Evans as Ghostface

What each of the Evans would be like as Ghostface from Scream

Warnings: mentions of blood, gore and violence

*Spoilers for the Scream franchise*

Tate

The most obvious Ghostface

Masked killer already? Check ✅

He’d think he was killing people to protect those he loved (aka Violet)

His kills would be pretty quick, like a couple of quick stabs and that’s it. They’d be quite messy though

Unless it was someone who had physically hurt Violet, then they would get a drawn out more painful death

He’d love doing the phonecalls and would be absolutely savage. He’d definitely say things like “hang up on me again and I’ll gut you like a fish” and “I’m gonna slit your eyelids in half so you don’t blink when I stab you in the face” (actual Scream quotes)

When it comes to the reveal he just cries

Would definitely fall over a lot when trying to chase people

Kit

Okay I’m cheating here but I refuse to believe that Kit would ever become Ghostface

Instead he’d be everyone’s number 1 suspect, like how everyone thinks he’s Bloodyface

He’d be the final boy instead of the killer. He’d be the Dewey Riley but more competent lol

Kyle

Kyle would be the Charlie Walker of the Evans: manipulated into doing all the killing

Poor Kyle would just be doing as he was told, he doesn’t know any better

Definitely the muscle

Doesn’t do any of the phonecalls though

He would be the most brutal Ghostface, we’re talking Olivia level kills. Messy, blood everywhere, dead body absolutely massacred

He would probably get the Charlie Walker treatment and be killed by his partner and then framed as the sole killer :(

Jimmy

Unpopular opinion?? Jimmy is one of the Evans most likely to become Ghostface

He’d do it for the freaks to protect them, similar to Tate but not as deluded since his victims do actually pose a threat to his family as opposed to just being like a school bully

He’s quick. Very much gives off Scream 5 vibes with the quick stabs to the neck

The first kill wouldn’t be planned, it would be in a fit of rage like how he killed the cop, but after that he gets the idea that he can protect the freaks by taking out those who could hurt them

If he had to have an accomplice it would be Amazon Eve but he’d rather do it alone to avoid getting any of the freaks in trouble if they got caught

Maybe his reveal would be that he hands himself in? Maybe there’s a Meep situation and one of the freaks is framed as the killer so he hands himself over to protect them

Jimmy’s not like other Ghostfaces. He’s not necessarily ‘evil’, he’s just seen the shit he and his fellow freaks have had thrown at them and wants to stop that from happening anymore

James

Hear me out: James wouldn’t be a good Ghostface, or at least not when it comes to the killing

He wouldn’t really see the point in concealing his identity

He wouldn’t really have any sort of motive, he’d just do it for fun

He’d do great phonecalls, but it would be so obvious it was him from his dialect

Honestly he’d be a great Ghostface mastermind, like he’d probably be the best one out of the Evans, but he wouldn’t really see the point in dressing up in a costume to do the murders so he’d be a Ghostface mastermind but not actually Ghostface

He just gives people tips and instructions

Rory

Rory would love the theatrics of getting to be Ghostface since he’s an actor

But the thing about Rory is that he would not be able to keep it a secret that he was Ghostface

He would accidentally announce it in an interview or something

His motive would be something stupid like people not giving him roles. It would be people like casting directors, producers and other actors who ‘stole’ roles from him who were his victims

Would he try and get Audrey involved? Potentially

He’d have a lot of fun doing the phonecalls but would probably out himself as Ghostface over the phone too

“You stole the role of ___ from me you little bitch” … “Rory is that you?” “Fuck”

His reveal was be very over the top (if he didn’t accidentally reveal himself before) but after his monologue he’d stop and ask if it was good or if they wanted him to try it again in a different way

Kai

Masked killer already? Check ✅

Heard of the cult of Ghostface theory? Yeah, he’d be the leader

He would have an incredible reveal, although probably not much of a surprise

He’d have great one liners

Gives off big Billy Loomis vibes

Would probably be in charge of the phonecalls and would maybe leave the killings to the others for them to prove themselves

Unless it was a big person they were planning to kill, then he would get the others to bring them to him and he’d kill them himself

When he’s killing it’s slow and torturous

Mr Gallant

He’d be a follower, not the mastermind

Agrees to go along with the Ghostface plan but doesn’t think it will get as violent as it does, he just thought it would be a bit of fun

Only wanted to do the phonecalls

He only kills one person and it’s similar to how he killed his nana, he’s made to think it’s someone else

He doesn’t want to go along with the Ghostface plan anymore so he decides he’s going to kill his partner and end it. They’re out and his partner is planning to kill someone. Gallant sees someone in the Ghostface costume and, thinking it’s his partner, stabs them a bunch of times

Surprise, it’s not his partner but is instead just an innocent person wearing the same costume

Austin

Him and Belle are basically already a Ghostface duo

The most iconic Ghostface

His Ghostface would come with musical numbers

He’d definitely end up singing the phonecalls

Motive? There’s no real motive besides the craving for blood. He just uses the costume for dramatic flare ✨

Kills would be messy but it wouldn’t matter because he’d be drinking the blood afterwards

Peter

Struggling to think of why this lil’ bean would want to kill anyone but if he were to it would be under his dad’s influence and would be to do with mutant rights

Erik and Peter Ghostface duo? Would be iconic

He’d be a great Ghostface because he’s so quick, no one would see him coming

Bit boring though because there would be no chases since people wouldn’t even have the chance to run

His speed might actually give him away as Ghostface so he would probably have to slow it down

If he’s using his mutation then the kills are quick and clean but if he’s slowed down then they’re a bit more bloody

•———•

I’m open for requests!

[biblioklept-writes]

The Foreign Queen, Part 6

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aemond learns to speak Hindi, and that you have been hiding a lot more than you had let on.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Not proofread. Also this might be the last chapter in a few days because I have finals :( and i probably wouldn't be able to update. Also I don't really like how this turned out, but I'll let you know if I ever redo this.

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You had spent the better part of the week trying to teach Aemond Hindi. He had picked it up surprisingly fast with all the time he had spent in your camps - something that made you respect him even more. But his understanding of Hindi was not a problem - the problem was that his accent was too thick. It became easier to interpret the more he spoke, and he didn’t have much time to master it either. And you had barely any time to teach him the proper writing. The young man could barely even read hindi, the script totally unfamiliar to him. 

Now it was time to go talk with your father, the emperor. Alicent had been persistent, and honestly you couldn’t blame her. In this game of thrones, anything left to probability could mean major losses and/or death. It was a dangerous gamble that she played, sending her second son away; what if you were sided with the Blacks and were plotting to kill him? That would mean the loss of one of the best fighters on the Greens, something they could not take.

You looked at the young man sitting in front of you, nose stuck in the small leather bound book you had gifted him for his reading. He was in his signature black leather tunic, one leg crossed over the other on the armchair by the fireplace in the castle’s isolated library. You were dressed in a light green chikankari kurti feeling relaxed as you watched Aemond’s sharp face: he was a great fighter, and in a fair battle it would be a good challenge to subdue him, but you had no intentions of it, for he hadn’t given you a reason to yet.

“This is a legend or is it history?” Aemond asked.

“Which one are you reading?”

“The one with Bhagwan Ram went hunting Maareech,” He said.

“It depends on your belief,” You said, shrugging. “There is some evidence of the events being true, and I, for one, believe that it's based on true events, but with modification as the ages come to pass.”

“Hmm,” He acknowledged, then returned to burying his nose in the little book. You hadn’t told him yet, but you had written the pages yourself in two days and had the parchment bound by one of your best book-makers available.

While he practised Hindi, you went to explore the seemingly abandoned library. The front parts of the library seemed frequented, it was clean and arranged in order by subject. Tales of Old Valyria, How Aegon the Conqueror won Westeros, the Social Order, An Expansive History of Westeros and Essos, Maegor Targaryen: The Cruel, The Mystery of Life and Death, Aegon and Conqueror and His Sister-Wives, The Old Gods, The New Gods, Dragons: From Hatchling to Fighter…

There were many, many more. But these were the books with the most worn spines. As you further wandered into the library, you saw many old texts - some in High Valyrian, others in English. 

As you wandered, you reached a much secluded, dust covered corner of the library, your eyes wandered as you scanned the books. Liberation, one of the titles said. Curious, you touched the dusty spine of the book and pulled it out, the soft leather creased at the bottom. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in ages. 

You turned over the delicate pages, trying not to damage the old book, when you saw a mildly scandalising image drawn on the margin. It was the drawing of a beautiful naked woman, her face contorted in pleasure and her hand touching herself. You skimmed over the page, the crass descriptions of the pleasures of the flesh filled your mind. Your body heated up at your scandalous discovery, and a loud sneeze escaped you as the dust particles tickled your nose.

You skimmed over the other pages, finding far more detailed explanations of the sex acts - involving vivid descriptions of the female and the male body parts that left nothing to the imagination. The use of the mouth, the hands, and pleasure points other than the genitalia - everything was there. This chapter held the crass use of the tongue as a muscle to pleasure your partner-

The sound of your name on Aemond’s mouth snapped you out of the reverie - and every cell in your body seemed to be set on fire. You looked up at him, snapping the book shut, and sneezing once again as the dust bothered your nose.

Aemond studied you with his one eye, waiting for you to say something. You cleared your throat, trying to find the words to describe your discovery without crossing any etiquette lines, but you were unsuccessful. You had words to describe different ways to kill a man but no words for the carnal acts.

“You look like you’ve been caught doing something morbid,” He finally said at your flushed state.

“I am scandalised,” You said, clearing your throat once again. “This is…” you just handed him the book, gauging his reaction. His eyebrow furrowed as he scanned the pages quickly, a tinge of crimson appearing on the sharp planes of his face as realisation dawned on him. He too cleared his throat then put the book away.

“Let’s not dwell on it,” He said, avoiding your gaze the entire time.

“Tell me, my Prince,” you started. “How long will it take your Vhagar to fly to the green island of Essos?”

“Might take two and ten hours or so of flight,” he said, pale cheeks still tinged pink.

“Do you trust Vhagar to follow you if we were to dismount her?” You asked, forcing the embarrassment out of your nerves.

.

Early next morning you said see you later to your people, left Raman in-charge during your absence, hugged Alicent, then mounted Vhagar with Aemond’s help and flew into the cool morning air with your potential husband.

Last evening, Aemond had taken you to meet Vhagar - given that the old beast didn’t attack you, you were content - and now she let you ride her, and for that you kept silently thanking her, scratching her scales that you could reach from the saddle. Your front was pressed into Aemond’s back - you were a little surprised on feeling his firm muscles. As you got used to the cold air slapping your face, you eased into it, sighing as you extended your arms and pretended to fly.

“This is so fun!” You screamed over the wind howling in your ears.

“I know!” Aemond yelled, sound the happiest that you had ever heard him.

After a while your arms tired and you got cold, the fog dampening your leather riding clothes. You rubbed your hands together in the little space between your chest and Aemond’s back, your teeth chattering.

“Are you cold, my princess?” He asked, having to scream to be heard over the wind.

“Only a little,” you managed to say, unsure of how much he heard with the howling wind and the chattering of your teeth.

“Hold on to me,” Aemond said after a moment. “It’ll give you warmth,”

You hesitated for a moment, the need for warmth overpowering the desire to maintain proper etiquette. Even with the cold, he was still warm and you supposed, the blood of the dragon is hot. With your cheek pressed against his shoulder and the smell of leather, parchment and smoke taking over you as you felt the firm muscles of his stomach, your body warmed for a different reason altogether.

Now, the sun was dipping in the horizon as you spotted your destination for the night. Aemond commanded Vhagar to land on the easternmost coast and she followed. You stretched out your tight limbs and went to relieve yourself as Aemond made sure that Vhagar was fed and comfortable. When you returned, you thanked Vhagar and scratched lightly at her massive head, and the she-beast purred, shaking the ground below you.

You and Aemond quickly made camp in a makeshift tent using the thin leather and cotton canvas you had brought along with you. You fell asleep beside Vhagar’s protection and Aemond’s warm back against yours, exhausted from the day of flying. Tomorrow morning, you would show him what it was like to ride a foreign beast, eager to get back your vritra, Mansha. You should tell Aemond beforehand about your three-headed friend, lest it scares him away.

When Aemond woke up the next morning, he missed your absence. You were knee deep in water, the two pointer fingers held up to your mouth and you whistled, the sound loud and piercing to his ears. Vhagar’s massive body rumbled at the disturbance, shaking the ground below him.

His scar itches, and he wants to take off his eye-patch, but he stops himself. He wasn’t ready for that just yet. Before he could raise his hands to scratch the itch, a massive form arose from the water. Aemond’s eye widens as three massive sea serpents come out of the water, closer to where you are standing, a crazed grin on your face. He hears you cackle like a maniac as the three serpents lurch toward you and the scream is more instinct than thought reaction.

Vhagar rises from her slumber, fangs bared and yellow eyes wide open as she sees the serpents, rises and snaps her jaw. The three serpents hiss back in return, their long forked tongues straight out of nightmares. He yells your name, demanding that you get back to safety, behind Vhagar, that he can deal with those serpents himself, when the sight before him stuns him to stillness.

“Mansha,” You call, your tone chiding. “They are friends,” you say in hindi, and he thinks you sound so different than when you speak in english. It rolls off your tongue easily, and he had spent hours thinking about your voice over and over.

“Vhagar, lykiri,” Aemond said, stroking her side. Sensing his confusion, she closes her jaw, but her yellow eyes are deeply focused on the three serpents.

“Mansha,” you call once again, and the three serpents snap their heads towards you, suddenly calm and inching closer. “I know, I missed you too,” you speak in hindi once again. As the three serpents rise out of the water, Aemond is stunned to see that it was in fact one snake, but with three heads. Its scales are pastel - light blue, mixing into green, mixing into purple. The serpent is large: each long head wide enough to be Vhagar’s tail, and he estimates it to be about thirty feet long.

Its beauty is terrifying, he thinks, much like yourself.

“Aemond,” you call, and his heart softens a little when he hears the sound of his name on your tongue, absent of any titles. He’s still wary of the serpent though. “Meet my vritra, her name is Mansha.” you said in english. “Mansha, meet Aemond and Vhagar, they are our friends.” you add in Hindi. One head is fixed on you, another is fixated on him, and the third one eyes Vhagar. The three heads have different eyes: the one on you is red, the one on him is yellow, and the one on Vhagar is black.

“What is vritra?” Aemond asked.

“Vritras are beasts, demons of the sea.” You explained with a smile on your face. “You have dragons, we have sea serpents.”

“This is the similarity you mentioned the other night,” He recalled.

“Indeed,” You said. “All of the descendants of the first emperor are free to claim their vritra once they turn twelve. I happened to claim the fastest and the most vicious of them all, the only one with three heads. Isn’t she beautiful?” you cooed at Mansha.

“She is lovely,” Aemond tried to speak in Hindi, and you flash him a proud smile at his correct pronunciations. “Now what?”

“Now we both go to my queendom, Kalinga, and we invite my father.” You said.

“What do you mean by your queendom?” Aemond asked. He knew it, deep in his gut, that you were more powerful than you had let on, but this was shocking. Apparently today was the day that the ever-observant Aemond would be left stupefied.

“My father is the emperor of Bharat.” You said. “Kalinga is the east-coast province, and I am the Queen of Kalinga.”

 “Well then, I must apologise for addressing you wrongly this whole time, My Queen.” He said, bowing. “Or would you prefer Your Grace?”

“I like the sound of My Queen,” you said, giving him a shy smile, as if you weren’t just cooing at a serpent who could kill anyone in three ways. “My prince,”

“And how exactly do we reach Kalinga?” He asked, already dreading the answer.

“We ride Mansha,” you said, the maniacal gleam returning to your face.

“And what of Vhagar?” Aemond asked, piecing together little bits of your earlier conversations.

“Vhagar follows us.” You said. “She can only rest on the coast, I don’t think I have clearings big enough to keep her.”

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Reluctantly, Aemond throws one leg over Mansha’s thick body and sits behind you, hands slipping on the serpent’s beautiful scales. The salt water was irritating his scar, and wanted nothing more than to rip the patch off. And he did. He didn’t let you see that, but he removed his eye patch and instead gathered his silver hair in the leather, tightening the strap.

“Ready?” You asked, voice cheery. He wondered if he sounded like that whenever he got to ride Vhagar.

“Yeah,” Aemond said, swallowing his fears.

“Hold on to me.” You said, voice heavy with warning. “Tightly.”

His stomach dropped as the serpent slithered into the water, barely keeping you above the surface. He was terrified, but the adrenaline was welcome, and he forced his eye to stay open and take in the massive ocean, deadly as it was beautiful. 

In some ways, it wasn’t too different from riding Vhagar, but it just didn’t give him the same thrill. You, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying yourself. Too much. But to your credit, the serpent was faster than any beast he had ever ridden, and it seemed to have covered the intimidating expanse of the ocean in just over an hour.

Just as you neared the coast and Mansha slowed down, he took the liberty of letting go of your warm body and undid his hair, placing the eyepatch back in its original place, covering his sapphire. 

Mansha had dropped you at a beautiful coast with golden sand and the warm sun shining, the warmth welcome after the ocean. 

“Mansha, go and make sure Vhagar doesn’t get lost,” you said, patting the beast’s middle head. “Bring her here, okay?”

“Welcome to Kalinga, my Prince Aemond,” you said, smiling. “I hope I will be a good host to you as you have been to me.”

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[herearedragons]

Hey hey! :] From the design asks, face, motion, and roots for Adina and Aqun (and/or anyone else you'd like)?

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

Adina: …honestly, all of her features are pretty intense, but the first thing someone would notice is the side swept bright red hair and the golden earrings, because those are hard to miss on purpose. She has a pretty angular face with a strong jaw and defined cheekbones, a wide nose and wide eyes, and doesn’t really have a resting expression; her face is always doing something. I also randomly decided that she has fangs, even though it’s not a thing for Qunari even in my headcanon. I guess if you spend your formative years with one foot in the Fade, your physique gets a little weird?

Aqun: in-universe, the first thing an observer’s eye would be drawn to is probably his “horns”, since they’re equally weird to a Qunari and a non-Qunari, and the other standout feature would probably be his nose. He also has a pretty angular face, a hooked nose with a prominent nose bridge, and narrower eyes. His resting expression is this vaguely contemplative/serious/concerned look that does Not change unless there’s something significant to react to.

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Both of them are very in control of their bodies, but they’re trained for different purposes, and it shows in the way they move.

Adina’s movements are very bouncy and fluid, kind of like a dancer’s or acrobat’s. She’s really good at controlling her center of mass, so either when doing something purposefully or just in a casual situation, you’ll see her shift her weight a lot. She’s a middle-to-close range fighter, as well as a mage, so she’s used to her surroundings changing quickly and chaotically, and the way she moves allows her to respond to whatever’s happening around her. She dresses to accomodate that, too; her clothes are pretty simple and loose, and she only wears jewelry that doesn’t get in the way of what she’s doing (so bracelets and earrings, no necklaces or rings). In a more casual setting, she gestures a lot (and I mean A Lot) and just generally takes up a lot of space.

Aqun, on the other hand, is a ranged fighter; usually, he’s not engaging with an enemy directly, and his usefulness in combat depends on how quickly and precisely he operates his equipment/weapons. Unlike Adina, whose whole MO is “I’ll throw myself in a direction in the wildest way possible and still make it work for me perfectly”, Aqun’s movements are very… optimized. Everything is purposeful and quick and the best way to get from A to B, and that, again, applies both to combat and daily life. If Adina is constantly shifting, Aqun is noticeably still; you wouldn’t be able to describe it unless you were looking for it, but it really just boils down to him not making any unnecessary movements ever. Even when he’s fidgeting, it’s still a conscious, purposeful action. Clothes-wise, he also dresses comfortably and simply, but not as loosely as Adina.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

…okay, so here’s the thing, I didn’t really… think that much about their outfits? Adina’s turned out to be iconic (to me, at least), but it was 100% a happy accident. I knew that she would wear something loose and comfortable, and I came up with a very warm-climate outfit (shirt, vest, baggy pants that end at the knee), and then I just decided that she wears it everywhere because her body heat auto-adjusts to her surroundings because uhhh magic. (sorry, Dorian, I guess if you lived in the woods and learned from the spirits as a child and also used your entire body as an arcane focus, you wouldn’t have to suffer from the cold)

Aqun’s outfit is just Shirt And Pants. I. That’s it. I also gave him a vest in the newest iteration of it. It’s a gift from Adina. If you cosplayed him, the body paint and horns would probably take a while, but you would Not have to worry about the outfit.

Thanks for the ask!

Character design asks

[raeygina-george]

Hii Raey! For the emoji ask game (the one I answered) Can I also give you the whole thing? :D [Only if you have the time tho!]

In that case...the whole thing - ones you you don't wanna answer <3

(Tag me in it btw :3)

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

a picture of a gravestone that says 'drowned in the pussy on it' with 'rip raey' shittily written under it. since i know you're so enamored with this lockscreen that you want to know my homescreen as well, it's the same image but hand drawn by my bestie

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

chocolate but honestly both!

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

uhhh..... some of my friends call me pookie or raeybae but other than that not really lol

🎵 Last song you listened to?

against the kitchen floor by will wood!

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

yes and i just foudn out fairly recently that someone made a tumblr acc based off of one of my fanfics. that was a wild day

😏 Are you on discord?

yass. username commanderofspicyfire if yall wanna chat!!

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

i have the basic ear piercings. i think it would be fun to have more but ive tried some of like the fake piercings & they don't really look that good on me + they're covered by my hair + you're not allowed to have piercings in when cheering so i'd have to get them all during the off season but there's not really enough Time for the piercings to heal before the season starts again </3

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

as gon said, if you want to get to know someone, find out what makes them angry!

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

uhhhh... probably like a caramel chocolate chip cookie.....

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

DOGS I LOVE DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!!!!!!!!!!! i do like cats too but DOGS BIG FLUFFY DOGS PUPPIES HOLY SHIT !!!!!

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

headpohones yumy

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

i actually dont think that knowing how many calories is in a human tooth is weird but i can't think of anything else off of the top of my head soo. 36. but while fact checking my answer i came across a much weirder fact, which is that the average newborn human baby has 420,000 calories in it. well... blaze it baby......

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

both but im more of a morning person tbh. ignoring the fact that i can't get out of bed on time to save my life

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

in my bed so cozy and eepy

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

yass

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

stupid bitch (affectionate)

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

sweatpants

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

i dont really drink starbucks but on the very very rare occasion that i do, caramel frappucino

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

i don't have any of those, but my least favorite color just like by itself is definitely that desaturated yellowy green

☕ Coffee or tea?

tea!!!! i haven't had coffee in a while but it made me feel kinda sick

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

since uhh june 2022 i believe? so not that long in the grand scheme of things

🌴 Desert island item?

assuming this is the 'what would you bring if you were stranded on an island' question, i would bring the anime character saiki k for obvious reasons

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

most of the time i just dress comfy but on the rare occasion that i do dress up it's like. pastel lesbian schoolgirl on the side of goth OR malewife.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

[winry rockbell head in hands image] i dont know

💙 Relationship status?

i mean ignoring the fake polyamorous relationship my besties have suddenly created, single

🤎 What color is your hair?

brown lol

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

nope

💄 Do you wear makeup?

not usually? sometimes i will wear some eyeliner but im kinda eepy

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

i cant really think of the Best One because a lot of people have given me really really really nice compliments and i appreciate them all lots

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@gxlexii and of course all of my mutuals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love yall!!!!

(also, just out of curiosity, does tumblr not give you a notification when someone answers your ask?)

[shinraapologist]

Hey there~

I was wondering if you had any HC's regarding what a shincelty wedding may look like? What kind of decorations, flowers or music they might choose or what the dresscode may be?

I DO!!!! i think they would have a very small wedding, but almost everybody they care about is there. i think a wedding for them would come a few years post canon after all the dust of the final arc has settled and everyone involved has at the very least started healing from some of what went down. (none of these characters are ever going to like.... actually fully heal. lmao to the very idea. ) i like to hc that shinra wants to cut contact with shingen but cant figure out how to unentwine himself from his father and also is just overall too afraid to actually do it, altho we do see him slowly stand up to him more thruout the canon, so id like to think that he continues to work on that. either way, his dad is at the wedding, because theres no way in hell he realistically could be kept out of it. part of shizuos best man duties are shingen wrangling. he does a terrible job. i do like to think shinra has a relationship with kazane, i think she would be happy to be welcomed into his weird world and is thrilled by how similar they are. id like to think they get pretty close. so she's there also. ive been thinking since i got this ask about whether i think shizuo and izaya could be in the same room with each other post canon and eventually i came to the conclusion that realistically... shizuos not the only person in attendance that would have some issues with izaya at that point, and frankly im not sure izaya would want to be in ikebukuro or near anyone at all. not for a long time at least. i do think shinra and izaya would stay in contact, though- i do think izaya knows about the wedding and initially made some kind of joke at shinra and celtys expense, but deep down hes not sure if hes happy for his friend, bitterly jealous, amused by the concept of something nonhuman getting married, or any other combination of feelings.

the fact that its small does NOT mean shinra didnt drop a fortune on it, though. this is a no expenses spared event. as for decorations i think they lean hard into the black and white. also.. if we want to say cannon started in 2002, this is probably, like. 2013. its tacky. its ugly. its so disgustingly shinra and celty. honestly, i think shinra would have more opinions than celty during wedding planning (which is not helping the tacky thing). theres one thing celty puts her foot down on- she doesnt want to wear a white dress, she wants to make a dress from her regular shadow clothes. shinra whines about that for a split second before he decides that means HE can wear white and then proceeds to get a lab coat/suit jacket monstrosity made which becomes his lifelong go-to formal wear. celty would make her dress something extremely dramatic, like this. after he sees her in her dress shinra feels like an idiot for ever thinking he wanted her to wear white because shes so beautiful and so her in it. they dont give their guests a strict dress code but everyone shows up in the nicest outfit they have.

for flowers, they go all white, but they dont choose typical wedding flowers. i think they would be drawn to things like this:

for music, i think they would play a mix of old love songs and cheesy 90s music they loved as teens. there would be SO much dancing. none of them dance well.

[bexmimi]

mimi's dream wave audition!

getting the chance to audition was enough for mimi, her thought process being that this was at least some sort of step towards her dream of debuting someday. the moment that she had seen the announcement for the dream wave auditions she was quick to find a quiet place in order to make sure she not only complied with their terms, but also so that she would be alone to focus properly and not screw something up during the whole recording.

mimi made sure to find a plain white long sleeved dress that she had stored away in her closet. it hadn't been something she originally wanted to buy when she had gone shopping a few weeks ago, though she's glad she let one of her friends talk her into it in the end because it was really the only 'plain' article of clothing that she even owned at this point in time. most of her clothes were colorful or just not appropriate for any sort of audition.

setting up the camera and closing her door so that none of her friends that were over could bother her, mimi smiles once the camera begins recording and starts her first steps towards hopefully becoming a trainee.

DREAM COMPANY: "my dream company is lime entertainment~" she happily says, her smile growing as she speaks. "i've always been a fan of the artists under lime, actually i'm pretty sure there isn't a single album that their artists have released that i don't own. i don't know exactly what got me to become a big fan of the company really, though there's just something about them that always seemed to capture my attention." she states, tilting her head slightly towards the side.

"i guess it could partially be because of the artists under the company, though i guess you could also say that i really enjoy how they always seem to really give it their best and a lot of thought when debuting their artists, just like they do when they release new music as well. maybe i was even drawn to the company because of how unique their name is? that's something that also stood out to me when i first discovered lime entertainment and ever since then i've been following each group they debut after."

SECOND DREAM COMPANY:  did she even have a second dream company? she wasn't too sure, especially since she had only ever really dreamt of being in lime entertainment, though there is another company she wouldn't mind if she had the chance of entering. "i don't really have a second dream company, but if i had to choose it would probably have to be sr media?" the answer comes out more like a question rather than an actual statement, mostly because she really isn't sure nor had she ever had a backup plan made up for if she weren't ever able to get into lime.

PREVIOUS MUSICAL EXPERIENCE: there honestly wasn't much for her to say for this portion, mostly because she had never gone to some fancy musical schools or done anything majorly 'great' that could be considered as experience when it came to music. aside from her doing a few competitions in school here and there, mimi really didn't have much to go off of sadly and now she was wishing that she did.

"honestly other than a few school competitions i don't really have much musical experience. other than also teaching myself what i know now from youtube videos? i can't really say that i went to a music-based school other than attending SOPA once i arrived in korea and graduating from there." she gives a small pout at her lack of experience before finally continuing on.

SKILLS: [ ♡ ] "i think other than what i learned from attending SOPA, what i've learned from being self-taught and the occasional school competitions i've gone through, that i may not be the best when it comes to rap, dance, or even singing but i still put my all into what i do and work every day on bettering my skills so that i can confidently stand on stage someday without worrying." she smiles softly as she speaks, straightening up a little as she does so.

OTHER TALENTS: humming softly and nodding her head a little, mimi begins to answer the next question. "i'm multi-lingual. i can speak japanese, korean, and i'm probably about an intermediate level when it comes to english? i'm not saying i'm perfect with the language, though i can still get by if i were to ever take a trip somewhere like the states." thankfully one good thing came with having wealthy parents that didn't pay much attention to her. she got to travel a bit with her big brother overseas often and learned english along the way.

"i'm really big on doing little DIY projects that i find online, some that involve furniture and others that involve things like clothes, keychains, phone cases... basically anything that i find interesting and want to try my hand at! though i will admit i'm pretty decent at playing the violin. it's something i was sort of thrown into at a young age and honestly really enjoyed doing. oh! i'm also great when it comes to baking and making sweets."

FAVORITE ARTISTS: squinting a bit, mimi thinks on the last portion of the audition as she tries to pick a favorite artist amongst the list of those she listens to. "some of my favorite artists would have to be YunA, PRIZM, and Starlie from lime entertainment. a few others outside of korea would be... Misamo, XG, Katseye, NiziU, Perfume, NAME, G.E.M, TNT and Sofia Carson."

[artemis32]

Hi! I saw your masterlist and see you also write for viral hit maybe can you do platonic taehoon seong feel like he'd be a very cool brother and especially that his father maybe ask him to protect his sister

Platonic Yandere Taehoon Seong I

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I've been wanting to write something for Taehoon so thank you for this :)) He's my favourite character in Viral Hit

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted :))

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Viral Hit Masterlist

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You were the exact opposite of your brother, in more ways than one.

The most obvious difference was your personality. You would think it would be your looks, but it was far more obvious in your personalities than anything else.

You were kind, soft spoken, and you made friends wherever you went. People were drawn to you in any situation, and you seemed like sunshine personified.

The main reason you weren't constantly overwhelmed by a sea of people was your brother. His harsh, callous attitude kept people far away, and his glare was enough to make sure that the few braver souls knew to stay away.

That being said, your general appearance is also different to his, namely your aesthetics. He has the whole skater boy look, like someone who doesn’t care much for appearances. You on the other hand care very much. You don’t wear a ton of makeup, but you dress up whenever the chance arises. You’re not particularly girly, but you look very neat all the time, never a hair out of place.

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He’s about two years older than you, and because of that, he’s extremely protective. Your father is partly to blame for that, his protective parental attitude having rubbed off on Taehoon soon after you were born.

Regardless of the reason for his overprotective nature, you look up to your brother - he’s your main role model. 

And naturally, since you look up to him, you have just as much of an interest in taekwondo as he does - something that he’s very proud of. It also acts as a bonding exercise for the two of you, and the highlight of his day is the time he spends teaching you taekwondo in the afternoon after school.

Even though you’re just as good as he is at taekwondo, he refuses to let you fight if the situation ever arises. No, your older brother makes sure that you never have to raise a finger to defend yourself - he fights on your behalf, no matter what.

The only downside of how protective he is, is that you’re really sheltered, and consequently, you don’t have many friends. 

Taehoon knew that if he wasn’t there, you’d probably have a ton of friends, but it gives him peace of mind to know exactly who you surround yourself with, so he chases away anyone who he thinks might hurt you.

You’re pretty good friends with Minji, Manager Kim’s daughter, but you don’t see her as often as you’d like.

When Taehoon starts making new friends, he tries to keep them away from you for as long as possible. But of course, things rarely go according to plan. They eventually catch wind of the fact that he has a younger sister, and they insist on meeting you. He knows that they’re under the impression that you’re a mini version of him, and he also knows that they’ll be shocked when they realise how nice you are.

Eventually, he caves and agrees to let them meet you, only once you say yes. His only rule is that they aren’t allowed to record you - he doesn’t want any of your personal life on the internet, especially not your face.

Obviously, they’re all shocked when they meet you. Who knew someone as intimidating as Taehoon could have such a lovely younger sister? They’re even more shocked when they witness how kind he is to you, treating you far better than he treats any of them. 

When Hobin askes why he’s so nice to you but so mean to everyone else, he receives a swift kick to the back, followed by Taehoon telling him to “stop asking such stupid questions”.

You’re whisked away by Gaeul and Rumi who quickly adopt you as their younger sister / best friend. Honestly, they’re really the only two Taehoon allows near you for a while - he glares at everyone else whenever they try to approach you.

Boys are definitely off limits until you’re old and grey - something he’s sure to remind you of as often as he can.

After the fiasco of meeting everyone for the first time, his friends quickly become your friends. 

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Taehoon makes a habit of taking you out once a week. It’s something that both of you look forward to, so he’s sure to always make time for it.

He usually takes you out for breakfast or lunch, or to the arcade for a few hours - really whatever you feel like doing. Of course he pays, no matter how much you protest about it being equal and fair.

Spoiling you is something that he does regularly. He buys you snacks and small gifts every few days and brushes off your thanks each time. 

The only thing he askes for in return is some time with you - or on the rare occasion - physical affection.

You’re the only person he accepts it from, so you’re more than happy to smother him in a hug when he askes, because he rarely does. 

Any small gift you get him will be immensely treasured and he’d take care of it like his life depended on it.

Taehoon also loves your smile - he always tells you how it brightens his day. 

You’re the furthest thing from being insecure because he compliments you all the time. If people ever try to point out a flaw or make you feel bad about yourself, he makes sure to tell you that they’re wrong. Because of him, you don’t really think about how you look, and it’s never been a concern.

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Taehoon keeps you out of all of his problems. 

Mainly because he doesn’t want you to worry, but also because he doesn’t want you to get involved. 

Because you look up to him, you try to do many things the way he does it. You’re also fiercely protective of him, and you hate when people badmouth him or try to hurt him.

Obviously he wants to avoid getting you involved, so he doesn’t tell you a lot about his life outside of what you’re a part of.

If someone has a problem with him, and they decide to take their anger out on you - well, let’s just say he called the ambulance before he arrived.

Sometimes he comes off as a bit harsh with you, but he only treats you that way to keep you safe - and you know that, so you don’t push him.

He’s definitely willing to drop a few bodies to keep you safe - not that you’ll ever find out if he does.

Overall, he’s a great older brother. He keeps you safe and happy, and gives you basically everything you want.

The only things he won’t agree to are boys (or girls), and you fighting anyone but him - he doesn’t want you getting hurt and he can’t make sure that other people will go easy on you.

He wouldn’t be too crazy protective, but he isn’t against locking you in your room for a few hours if he has to.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Definitely Not Dating (H.HJ)

Warnings : none i can think of?

Word Count : 1622

Synopsis : all their friends tease them about dating due to how close they were, but they were just friends. or were they?

“Your boyfriend’s here.” My roommate and best friend, Felix, teased after answering the door. Hyunjin was close behind him, chuckling at the joke all our friends made about us.

           “Still not dating.” I countered as I stood up from the couch, grabbing my purse. “Where to today?” My words were now directed at Hyunjin who was standing in the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets.

           “I figured we’d go see that play you’re always talking about. There’s a showing downtown tonight.” My eyes lit up when he said that. “I already bought the tickets.” He added with a chuckle.

           “Have I ever told you I love you, Hwang Hyunjin?” I asked with a smile, linking my arm with his as we made our way outside and to his car.

           “Only everyday.” He countered with a smirk.

           “Never mind, I hate you. Ugly.” I unlinked our arms as he opened the door for me, as he always would. As I got in and buckled my seatbelt, I could see Felix in the window, watching us with a teasing grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking, so I flipped him off just as Hyunjin got into the driver’s seat. He looked forward just in time to see Felix return the gesture while sticking his tongue out.

           “You two have an odd friendship.” He chuckled as he did up his seatbelt. My phone automatically connected to his car as he usually let me play whatever I wanted to listen to. Our friends would always mention how cute that fact was. Maybe if you had better taste in music, he’d let you play your playlists. I’d always retort, hoping the growing feelings weren’t as obvious as our friends insisted they were.

           The next day, I sat at a table in the library with a couple of friends, working on the homework given out that day. My phone, that sat on the table, seemed to vibrate with a text message every few seconds. “Should probably see what they want. It’s probably your boyfriend.” Jeongin teased, nudging me with his shoulder. I rolled my eyes, once again saying that Hyunjin and I weren’t dating.

           “It’s probably Felix asking me to pick up something on my way home. Hyunjin said he was going to the dance studio today.” Hyunjin always threw himself into his dances, barely looking at his phone unless it was to pick a song or pause the music. There was absolutely no way he would be texting me right now. But when I picked it up, I was shocked to see it was him.

 We should get dinner tonight.

That restaurant you like has an opening tonight. I’ll make the reservations.

We could go stargazing after.

Why aren’t you answering me?

Oh right, you’re studying with Jeongin and Seungmin. Tell them I said hi!

Let me know when you’re done, I’ll pick you up : )

           I couldn’t help but smile at the messages, my stomach doing flips as I thought about how this would be a cute date, if it was a date. Dinner and stargazing. “So, what does Felix want?” The teasing tone coming from Seungmin’s lips told me he knew it wasn’t Felix.

           “Hyunjin says hi.” I answered, watching as their faces contorted into teasing grins.

           “And?” Jeongin prodded, nudging me with his shoulder again.

           “And that he’s making reservations at a restaurant before taking me stargazing.” I mumbled under my breath, hoping they wouldn’t hear me. They did.

           Hyunjin stayed true to his word and was outside the library doors when Jeongin, Seungmin, and I exited. His long blond hair tied up in that half pony he always did, his bangs falling across his face. I never was one for long, dyed hair before, preferring men with shorter, dark hair. But Hyunjin pulled off the long blond look so well it was hard not to be drawn to him. “Have fun on your date!” Jeongin teased as the two of them took off in the opposite direction of Hyunjin and I.

           “Do you think our friends will ever believe we’re just friends?” Hyunjin joked as he slid his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I giggled to myself, knowing that if I was an outsider looking in, I would think exactly the way they do. But this is how our friendship has been since high school. We’ve always been touchy with each other, cuddling and holding hands.

           “Once we’re married to other people.” I joked, trying not to let the hurt I felt at the very thought of him falling in love with someone else evident in my voice.

           We sat across from each other at my favourite restaurant, browsing the menu in silence. Soft chatter from the other patrons, and the soft classical music they played filling the comfortable silence between us. If I’m honest, I’ve only been here one other time. My previous birthday, Hyunjin brought me here. It was the first time we’d been somewhere so fancy, and we were quite underdressed, not knowing the dress code for the restaurant. We laughed about how badly we stuck out among the other patrons, but neither one of us cared. That memory alone made it my favourite place.

           Hyunjin held my hand from across the table as we ate, catching each other up on our day as if we hadn’t seen each other in ages, even though I saw him yesterday. We rarely went a day without seeing each other, almost as if we had a need to be by each other’s side whenever possible.

           We laid beside each other on the blanket Hyunjin brought, staring up at the night sky sparkling with stars. Soft music played from his phone that was laying in between us. He quietly sung along to the songs, and my heart swelled with joy. I absolutely loved listening to him sing, even though he hates singing in front of people. I’m sure I’m the only person that’s ever heard him, and honestly that should be a crime. His voice was my favourite in the entire world, but maybe I’m biased because I love him.

           “We’re friends, right?” I asked, silencing his singing, and bringing his attention from the stars to me. I turned my head to face him, our eyes meeting.

           “Of course.” He replied almost immediately.

           “But are we just friends?” The question hung in the air longer than the first one, but neither one of us moved, our eyes still locked. The weight of his hand in mind suddenly clearer than it’s ever been before.

           “What do you mean?” It was as if the words he meant to say were caught in his throat. I could hear it in the way his voice cracked when he answered.

           “Our friends always tease us about dating.” I pointed out.

           “That’s what friends do.” He smiled, his thumb now running over my knuckles. My skin burned from his touch, but I loved the feeling.

           “We’re always holding hands and cuddling.”

           “We’re touchy people.” He shrugged. I didn’t bring up the many times he told our other friends that he didn’t like skin ship. He wasn’t much of a hugger unless it was me. But I didn’t bring that up.

           “What about all the fancy dinners? The plays? Movies? Stargazing?” I gestured to what we were doing right now with my free hand, refusing to pull my hand away from his, loving the feeling of his hand in mine. I always have.

           “I like spoiling you.” Silence fell upon us again as I tried to think of what else to say. So many more things to point out, but I’m sure he had an explanation for it all. The drawers of my stuff at his place, and the drawer of his stuff at my place. The loving captions on pictures we posted of each other. The heart-shaped necklace he gave me one day, our initials engraved on the back of it. He’d have an explanation for it all, that I’m sure of. But there’s one thing he couldn’t explain away.

           “I’m in love with you.” The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them, as if they were meant to be said in that moment. He could explain all the cute moments and thoughtful gifts, saying it’s just the way our friendship is. That’s just how close we were. But the love I have for him isn’t platonic.

           My confession hung in the air like a neon sign, and the confidence I once had began to fade. But before I could take it back, his lips were on mine. The same lips I’ve been dreaming about kissing for years, were now pressed against mine in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced. It was a kiss filled with love and passion. A kiss that couldn’t be explained in a platonic way. “We aren’t just friends.” He whispered after pulling away. “I don’t think we ever were.”

           He kissed me again when dropping me off at home that night, whispering a quick I love you before I walked into the house I shared with Felix. “How was your date?” Felix teased when he saw I was home.

           “Perfect.” I smiled, watching as his eyes widened at the fact I didn’t bant with him.

           “You’re not denying that this was a date?” He questioned, fully emerging from the kitchen, where he was most likely baking brownies.

           “Why would I?” I kicked my shoes off and placed my purse on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, still on cloud nine.

           “Because you always do? You and Hyunjin are just friends.” I smiled and shook my head.

           “Hyunjin and I are definitely dating.”

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

Thinking about the connections between Frankenstein’s Creature and c!Wilbur and just about ready to burst into tears. 

I’ve talked at length about what I think of the fandom’s general artistic interpretation of Revivebur as having partial zombie/undead features, but with Halloween around the corner, more and more people are dressing him up as Frankenstein’s Creature and … 😭😭😭

The original Frankenstein’s Creature is not the green and bolted silent figure you’re probably more familiar with. He’s a man of letters. He loves words and philosophy. His One Big Thing is trying to connect to other people, to be considered and treated the same as - but being consistently rejected by - everyone who meets him because they refuse to see him as anything but a monster.

He is a living mosaic, built from the people around him both literally and figuratively, and it is this constant rejection and denial of his personhood that eventually drives him to more violent and destructive acts.

Frankenstein builds his Creature because - I mean mainly he builds the Creature because he’s a little bitch with half a semester’s worth of a bachelor’s degree who thinks he knows better than all his professors and God themself - but the Creature is initially built in the blind euphoria of idealism. He builds his Creature to be the most perfect, the most beautiful, being he can. This naive idealism, driven primarily by ambition and hubris, is quickly brought crashing into reality as the consequences of what he’s done, the “catastrophe” that is at the heart of his actions, the living being he has brought to life, stares him down. 

Honestly, there are connections to draw all over the place between L’Manberg, Wilbur, The Creature, and Frankenstein, all with their own delectable nuances and symbolism. They all mesh together in an exploration of identity, creation, and the responsibility we hold for others, ourselves, and what we create, but what I’m particularly drawn to tonight is the idea of a creature, brought into the world beautiful and shining, with all the expectations of success, a creature who grounds their understanding of the world in the books they read and the people they meet, and who eventually, specifically because people refused to acknowledge their humanity - the innate preciousness of the individual life we each possess - that because this creature was not given the right resources, space, or care, to become their truest and best selves, partially through their own stubborness, partially through the neglect and ignorance of others, despite being a fully cognitive, intelligent, and emotionally rich person, so ready to love the world and the people in it, was only ever rejected by that world and called a monster, and eventually gave up, deciding that if the world saw them as a monster, a villain, they would do everything in their power to become worthy of that title. Because what is the use of trying to be a good person if no matter what you do, at every turn, no one will ever acknowledge or see you for who you truly are, and that maybe, if this is how everyone sees you, if this is your true purpose in life, and if you are fulfilling your life’s true purpose, surely, even if you’re not a good person, you can be good at being a person. 

“Tommy are we the bad guys? … Then let’s be the bad guys!”

“If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear”

And in the end, because in fact you do have a moral code, and you are a good person, and you have actually been holding yourself accountable for the terrible things you’ve been doing this whole time, your self loathing has reached such a peak that you truly believe the world would have been better off if you had never existed at all.

“My unfinished symphony! Forever unfinished!”

“Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me. Phil, stab me with the sword. Murder me now.”

"I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds."

[pies-writes-and-more]

haikyuu boys as expecting fathers

characters: TimeSkip!Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnant reader and mentions of having a baby so pls be mindful if this makes you dysphoric or if you’re not in a good headspace for it. But otherwise, it’s all fluff so I hope it makes you guys smile!

a/n: everyone around me irl is having babies so here is the result of that LOL i love cute stories about expecting families and shit. All of these are obviously with TimeSkip! characters! And none of the following gifs are mine so credits to the original creators! Hope you guys like it :) 

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Tsukishima loves to tease the shit out of you, and that hasn’t really changed since you started getting bigger. But now, he’ll hide your cravings in the top shelves of the pantry so you have to make him come get it. He can’t help it, it’s that angry pouty look in your eyes - he’s so in love with you, even when you look like you’re about to murder him.

But despite him hiding everything you could possibly crave, he is an absolute sweetheart. He calls his mom every now and then to update her about you and the baby, probably asks about what she liked when she was pregnant. She tells him stories about liking to read to him and his brother, or how she enjoyed a nice bath if she was particularly sore that day. She even joked that she found it really hard to put her shoes on so typically she just wore slippers or easy to slip on shoes.

Cut to the next day, you wake up to Tsukishima reading a book of dinosaur facts to your belly. He’s not so much reading it as he is disputing and/or explaining further the facts that are written in it. He doesn’t notice you wake up while he waves away the book and states, “It’s fine. When you’re here, I’ll just bring you to my museum and I’ll show you in person. I can sneak you out of daycare, just don’t tell your mom.”

You had hoped to be able to keep your independence for longer than this, but found yourself struggling to properly put on your shoes. You huffed, muttering something to your unborn kid about how you’d hold this over their heads forever, and just waddled about with the backs of your shoes folded under your heel. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow as he noticed, waiting for you to sit down in the car before holding the door open and bending down to properly put your shoes on.

“Kei, what’re you doing?” You laughed, watching him swiftly tie up your laces. “They’re fine, they’re old shoes anyways.”

“If you wear your shoes like that, you’ll fall and hurt yourself,” he shrugged. “I can’t have you hurting the little Tsukishima just because you can’t put your shoes on.”

His expression was the same plain emotionless face as usual, but you smiled anyways because here he was, kneeling in front of you and helping you with what is supposed to be a simple task.

The day went on as usual, but you definitely weren’t prepared for your husband to call you into the bathroom and display the little bath he had drawn you with your favourite candle lit.

“Did you do something?” You asked him with narrow eyes, making him scoff.

He rolled his eyes, helping you out of your clothes gently, “Am I really such a bad husband that you think I’d have to be feeling guilty to be nice to you?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding playfully, “Yup. So what did you do?” You laugh and he just flicks your forehead before helping you into the tub.

You watch as he smirks a bit, holding your chin for a second and watching your eyes, “Well I’m the reason you got knocked up so I supposed I have to take care of you don’t I?”

He doesn’t hold that sultry teasing look on his face for too long, especially when you splash him with water, drenching every part of him you could reach 😂.

Bokuto is in a PANIC the closer you get to the due date. You once just felt a bit tired after vacuuming and the boy thought you holding your front meant you were going into early labour.

“I’VE GOT THE CAR KEYS BUT I CAN’T FIND MY WALLET!!! BABE HAVE YOU SEEN NY WALLET? I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT IT. OMG WHAT IF THEY WONT TAKE US IN. WHAT IF THERE ARE SO MANY BABIES BEING BORN WE CANT GET IN. I KNEW I SHOULD’VE TAKEN A CLASS ON BIRTHING BABIES!”

You let him run around because he honestly is so entertaining to watch while panicking. He pouts about it later, talking shit about you to your belly, “Your mom’s a big meanie. You need to be born quick so we can team up on her okay?”

“Kōtarō! Don’t you dare try to turn my baby against me!” You laughed, swatting at his head.

Man is overly prepared for any sort of situation. He already set up all the safety baby measures, like corner cushions and outlet covers, though now he’s considering locking up all the knives into a cupboard.

“Kōtarō... how am are supposed to cook like this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the lack of your sharp cooking knives.. and the butter knives.

The grown man just poured some more, “I gotta keep both my babies safe alright? I’ll cut everything for you so you don’t cut yourself.”

Except for the fact that Bokuto is definitely more accident prone than you are and has a few bandaids on his fingers now.

As an expecting dad, Bokuto found himself getting more and more teary eyed at any situation that involved a family or a baby. Whether that was just seeing kids and families play in the park that the two of you walked past sometimes, or seeing a commercial for diapers with happy bouncy babies, you would turn to see a misty-eyed Bokuto who would then turn to you and wrap you in a tight squeeze.

He was beyond excited at this point to meet your little baby - he wanted to know what they would look like. The perfect mix between the most perfect woman in the world and him, who was pretty cool thank you very much. This baby was going to be the cutest most amazing kid ever, who would definitely play a really great game of volleyball, Bokuto was sure of it.

Let’s be honest though, pregnancy is not an easy journey. Bokuto loved seeing you grow the baby but he knew that it was a difficult process for you. You were always sore and at the beginning you were always sick. And there were some days where you literally didn’t feel attractive or beautiful at all, but Bokuto would praise you as high as he always did regardless.

“You are the most perfect lady I have ever laid eyes on. The most gorgeous being to ever walk this universe!” He told you one day, pressing kisses all over your face as you laid across a couch.

“Thanks,” you tried to give him a smile - you always appreciated his compliments, even if you didn’t necessarily agree.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you with a small frown, noting your forced smile.

“I just… feel bleh. Not at all like how you’re saying I look,” you admitted with a small smile.

Bokuto’s eyes grew wide in shock, jumping over the couch to sit down on the floor next to you. He clasped your hands in his, pressing kissing to them gently as well. “I know you might not feel it… but I hope you know that I still think it. I don’t even have to force it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and that hasn’t changed even though your body is changing a bit. I don’t need you to wear the most perfect makeup or the best dress for me to think you’re gorgeous. You’re perfect just laying here in my old sweats and I’m happy that I get to come home to see you like this every day,” he grinned, touching your cheek affectionately.

You loved this man. He was so sweet to you in every way possible. But sometimes…. sometimes his sweetness just went a little too overboard. You tried to insist to him that you were pregnant but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. Man refuses to let you do anything for yourself. No lifting boxes, no lifting anything in fear that you might hurt your back.

“Kōtarō, it’s just my purse,” you tried to point out in a laugh, trying to reach it as he held it above your head.

“Nope! Not happening. What if you hurt yourself?”

“... with my purse?”

“Ya!”

“Kōtarō, I have to go shopping for food or we won’t have anything to eat. And baby needs to eat!”

“Well I’ll come with you then!”

“You’ve got practice!”

“It’s fine, I’ll tell them I’ll practice another time! My perfect wife and baby come first,” he’d grin at you and insist on opening all the doors as you two made your way to the car. You fall in love with this man more and more every day, even if he keeps stealing things from your hands.

Ushijima is a really nervous new dad, even if you can’t really tell from his stoic expression. He listens intently to all of the parenting advice people give, bought a few books about newborns, and has hundreds of tabs on his laptop of ranging topics from baby products people insist are necessary, mommy blogs about what is important to do when pregnant, and research that he doesn’t quite understand but feels is important nonetheless.

Ushijima isn’t necessarily a man of words all the time, so you were surprised to find that he started to talk a lot more after finding out that your child could hear him.

“You don’t have to play volleyball if you don’t want to,” he told them quietly one day while the two of you were on the couch. It came so out of the blue that you actually thought he was talking to you.

“Hm?”

“... do you think they’d want to play volleyball?” He asked you sheepishly, glancing at you with a shy expression.

You thought about it for a moment and slowly started to smile, “Well they’ll be attending every single one of your games so I’m sure they’ll be at least interested in learning!”

Ushijima nodded and you watched as a soft smile graced his face. You kept your eyes on him for just a moment longer, seeing a flicker of uncertainty on him.

“Wakatoshi, don’t you dare think for one second you’ll be a bad dad,” you warned him, poking his side and making him jump from surprised.

He stared at you for a moment, blinking, “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I know that you’ve been worried about being a good dad ever since I told you I was pregnant. I know that you’re nervous about being the kind of dad you always wanted to have growing up. I know because I’m terrified of being a good mom too,” you admitted with a nervous sort of smile, interlacing your fingers together. “We’ll be okay together though.”

Ushijima nodded and hummed softly, “We’ll have to take them to France.”

“France??”

“Satori wants to meet them too. He said he would make them chocolate.”

It wouldn’t just be the baby that Satori is constantly trying to spoil, but you as well. He sends over packages of his chocolate for you to try, grinning ear to ear when you call him for a catch-up call.

“Do you like them?” Tendō asked, and you could hear him humming to himself as he moved around a kitchen.

“I love them! But you’re going to make us fat if you keep sending them! They’re much too yummy for me to stop eating!” You laughed, eyes wandering to the kitchen where you knew you still had a few bits of his chocolate left.

“No no no no. I’m just trying to make sure your baby is a cute healthy plump baby! They’ll grow nice and strong!”

It always made you smile, knowing that all these people who loved your husband wanted to love you and the baby as well. Even Ushijima’s new teammates would come by and bring snacks or anything they thought might aid you in your pregnancy. Though, Kageyama wasn’t really sure what pregnant people or babies liked, so he just brought a whole bag of the milk boxes he liked.

“You’ve got to grow big and strong so that I can defeat you in volleyball one day. I can’t defeat your dad right now… cause he’s on my team. But I’ll defeat an Ushijima one day for sure,” he muttered to your belly with a fierce intensity in your eyes that made you laugh, making his ears turn red as he realized that you also heard him (Kageyama, the baby is attached to her, of course she heard you lol).

As it neared your due date, Ushijima prepared himself mentally every passing day. He wanted to be 110% ready so he went over your birthing plan mentally at least 10 times a day and reread over all the articles and information he had gathered over the months. He wanted to be the best father possible, but you insisted to him that you weren’t worried about this at all. After all, he was already the best husband you could ever have asked for.

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The Fugitive: Finding Home, Pt. 2

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You're quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

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Part 1 - The Beginning

“Mother Miranda, I’ve been requesting new maids for at least six months to this day.”

“That’s because you keep eating your other ones.”

You were shaken awake.

“I think that my castle would be best suited for her.”

“Oh, so you can bleed ‘er dry? You think that would really be the best use of anyone’s time?” A familiar voice retorted.

“Good morning!” A shrill voice squeaked as what felt like wood kicked at your face. “She’s up! She’s up! She’s up!” It exclaimed excitedly with a bounce, the voice became softer as the skittering of feet scrambled away.

“Ah,” the unfamiliar smooth woman’s voice cooed as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. There were what looked to be six figures in the room. Miranda stood before you, perched upon a stage-like area that once housed what you could only imagine was a priest or preacher. To the left sat a cloaked woman with a blob of white resting in her lap. Another woman, also adorned in a white garb, sat towering over the rest, the light constant trickle of smoke danced upward from her vintage cigarette holder. On your right sat a familiar face, the man from the village who had saved you only a few hours prior. You’d come to know him as Lord Heisenberg. He maintained the large woman’s gaze, but the look held no love or any remote sense of familial belonging. Instead, his eyes were set ablaze, even behind the shaded rims of his glasses. Lastly, a shorter creature with a large hunched back moved ungracefully around. Its long gangly arms accompanied by its deformed face only aided in the growing unease.

The dull ache of your shoulder only distracted you from the bindings of your wrists for a moment. Your attention was quickly drawn to the rough ropes that dug their thorny threads into the soft skin of your wrists. Everything ached, mentally and physically.

“I do think she would be best suited with me.” The tall woman repeated herself. “There’s no doubt Moreau wouldn’t be able to handle her, and likely not the rest of you either.”

The hunched creature whirled back, throwing a forlornly glare in the woman’s direction. You supposed that was Moreau.

“You think I couldn’t handle her?” Heisenberg shot back, bent forward to rest his weight on his heels. His relationship with the large woman was clearly tumultuous given his outburst and her subsequent reaction.

“You always get them.” The shrill voice called. It was the doll; the fucking doll was talking... not that this should surprise you at this point. “She should come with us! We need more friends.”

“You’re not included in this conversation.” The tall woman mocked with a fierce glare shot violently at the doll as its mouth hung slack.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Thus far, nobody had managed to answer your simple question. The lot turned toward you, the majority with piercing stares. “Guess not.” You muttered, becoming quite fed up with the range of emotions you had been experiencing over the past day. If it kept going in this direction, you’d surely have to be treated for whiplash.

“She’s already proven to be a considerable pain in my neck.” Miranda loudly projected. Her steps were a clear juxtaposition to her tone, falling light on the church floor as she approached. “One villager is unable to walk, another dead.”

“Dead?” The words fell before you could stop yourself. She didn’t answer.

“Please,” Heisenberg leaned back once more, his hand moving to the interior of his jacket, “the dumb thing practically laid down when she was attacked by a lycan.” His fingers fumbled around the darkened paper of a cigar. Yellow, blonde streaks flashed upon his face as the distinguishable clink of a metal lighter was flicked. “I wouldn’t call that too capable.”

“My friend pushed me.” You argued, once again mentally reeling for the outburst.

Heisenberg let out a huff of smoke, intentionally blowing it in the tall woman’s direction, “sounds like a piss poor friend.”

“Enough.” Miranda had taken to her spot at the front near the alter once more. “The girl shall go to Alcina.”

A wicked smile crossed the tall woman’s face. “Thank you, Mother Miranda. It is so good to have you back.”

“Where are you from?” One of the girls ushered you through the depths of the castle. She wore a simple gown with stitches at the bottom, holding together the frail fabric that looked to be decades old.

“America.”

The girl cocked her head to the side like a newborn. “I don’t know of that town.”

Upon arrival you were escorted down to what was described as the maids’ chambers. In a small stone room, you were assigned a cot, given a chest, and told to change into uniform. Your arm ached and spasmed as you lifted the lid of the trunk open. Somewhere between being shot by the villagers and being transported to Castle Dimitrescu, the bullet was removed from your shoulder and replaced with gauze that limited the mobility of your arm. The distinct oily feeling of grease caused friction between the bandages and your clothes; the ache of alcohol still stung, causing a sore numbness.

The Lady insisted all maids conform to the strict code of dress. Long, unflattering dresses, short heels, and sometimes a headscarf if hair wasn’t pulled tautly into a bun at the base of one’s neck were a few things to name the least. You always wore the headscarf, which was a thin piece of grey lace that attached at the peak of your hairline, cascading over your shoulders to land at waist-length.

The rest of the day passed slowly. You learned the ins and outs of the castle, became acquainted with the sparse staff that only consisted of women, and met Alcina’s daughters from a distance. The next two weeks passed the same way.

Wake up, clean the castle, serve Lady and her daughters, go to bed. That was your routine. Though, the sounds that seeped from the halls at night prompted unwavering curiosity. Heisenberg had mentioned the ill-fated maids that had the luxury of serving the Dimitrescu women back in that church. Nothing at this point had you doubting that was the case. But you assured yourself daily that you would not accept the castle’s fate; you would get out of here one way or another.

You had only been at the mercy of Lady Dimitrescu once to this day. A small spat broke out between maids and the arrival of the head of house had the women squealing lies of how you were the one to start it.

“She stole our rations!” The girl with the wide nose accused her chubby finger outstretched in your direction.

“I didn’t steal anything, you dirty fucking liar.”

“She did. We were squabbling over how she should be punished.” The other girl replied, tucking a shaking hand behind her back as she straightened her poor posture.

“A thief,” Alcina regarded you, “that’s a shame.” Knives skid across the thin skin of your forearm. “Another outburst like this and there will be harsher consequences.” Red stained her tongue as she ran the claw through her cherry-red lips.

As she sauntered down the hall and out of sight, you uncurled your arm from your chest, wincing at the large crimson stain it left on your dress.

“Fresh face.” The words ricocheted off the wall in front of you. Footsteps steadfastly approached from behind. He walked with an effortless swagger, legs slightly bowed with each lyrical step. You’d gone for the quiet route after the situation, finding that silence often pleased those that ruled over the castle. “Here I was thinkin’ it would take you a little longer to lose that fight.” He stepped closer; the unmissable smell of tobacco seeped from his lips. “Looks like I was wrong.”

Instead of words, you held his gaze through unimpressed eyes. Hues of yellows, greys, and greens met yours from beneath his rounded glasses. You could see more of him from here. A large scar ran from the right of his face to the left, the lifted skin healing over leaving memories of whatever had happened. In fact, the majority of his face was plagued with scars. One ran from the bottom of his lip down to his chin, disappearing beneath the stubble of his beard. You wondered if his disdain toward Alcina was founded by those wretched claws of hers. His hair was wirey with shades of brown and peppered grey streaking through the ends. Quite honestly, he was an attractive man.

“I’ve got a name, you know?”

“I don’t think I cared to ask.”

“Then I suppose you aren’t deserving of one either.”

“Well,” he tapped at your chest with a gloved finger, “I think you’ve got a little spunk left in you, sweetheart.”

“Call me Y/n.”

“No last name?” He deadpanned.

“L/n.”

He nodded, but you felt as though your words had passed through him like a ghost.

“Karl.” He gave a lazy bow, tilting the rim of his hat. “But I think you probably already knew that.”

“Gossip and information don’t come easily from the maids here. Sorry,” you pressed your lips together, “I didn’t know.”

Karl gave a shrug.

“Do you know what happened to my friend?” The thought had been playing on your mind for the past few weeks.

He raised an inquisitive brow and turned his head to peer out the shaded window. “The so-called friend that left you to become lycan chow?” A hearty tut left his chest. “I think she’s assimilated into the town.”

“Dumb bitch.” You breathed.

“There’s that spark.” He stood tall with an artificial sense of pride. It had been a long time since somebody in the village was willing to use such crude language in front of any of the Lords, let alone Miranda. It almost astonished him that they’d let you live after the killing of Adelina’s brother. The gun misfired; it wasn’t really your fault.

Another week of growing suspicions and two newly missing maids, you finally attempted to seek out the dungeons that everyone spoke of but warned to stray from. You had to know what was going on here.

“Lost?” Heisenberg’s voice appeared at your right side. His chin almost rested upon your shoulder; the stubble of his beard scratched at your neck. “This isn’t a place I’d get lost in if I were you. In fact, it’s not even a place you should be exploring.”

“Are you going to run to Alcina if I do?” You didn’t face him, why would you? The hallway was cramped, restricting of any sort of movement other than in the direction you were going.

“Me?” He leaned backward to stand at full height. Your body cursed silently, wishing nothing more than to have him close again. How he wasn’t hitting his head on the rafter just inches above floored you. “I hate that bitch. You do what you want, but I won’t bail you out when you get caught.”

“Good thing I don’t plan on being caught then.” You descended the metal ladder, only looking upward for a moment to catch a glimpse of Heisenberg leaning over the opening. An eerie smile was plastered on his lips, it was almost smug.

The dungeons were as you imagined. Cold water trickled down some of the walls, likely due to cracks in the castle’s foundation accompanied by the ever melting of the outside snow. It smelled of mothballs and garlic, something musty was clinging to the air. You noted a few turns here and there, attempting to memorize the path you had taken in case you needed to make a swift escape. What didn’t help was the skid of your maid’s clothes along the rigid floor.

Muffled cries put you further onto the edge. The narrow hall gave way to a large room filled with arched stonework. Metal bars shot from floor to ceiling, hinges creaked as the sound of hands banging against them filled your eardrums. You didn’t want to go further, scared of any repercussions should any of the jailed women recognize and rat you out.

Turning to head to the ladder, you collided with a chest. “Leaving so soon?” Heisenberg again.

“Shh!” You slapped at his chest with a closed fist, only realizing what you had done when the action was completed. He looked rightfully amused. Everything that you had learned of these “Lords” up to now told you to act less casually with him, to put on an air of respect at the very least. But there was something surprisingly human about him. Something that told you it was okay despite it potentially not being so. At this point, you were only prolonging the inevitable.

“What?” He started, swiftly being cut off by approaching footsteps. Firm hands grasped at your arms, pulling your face forward into his chest. “Open your mouth and I’ll feed you to whatever’s coming.” He said through his teeth, trapping your arms between your two bodies.

The room grew dim, the wall behind your back became close even though you had not moved at all. Heisenberg’s grip was strong on your forearms, causing you to inaudibly hiss as his thumb dug into the slash Alcina had left weeks prior. The footsteps were accompanied by the soft cries of a woman, gasping pleas of being let go falling silent on the ears of her assailant. A minute passed; the dungeon fell soundless.

“You can breathe now.” His lips lingered close to your ear, once again sending a rush of chills crawling down your skin. He knew what he was doing.

“I’ve been breathing.” You breathily retorted sounding as if you had just run a marathon.

“Whatever you say, doll.”

The wall behind you gave way, moving on its own. You turned; the materials that had been pressed to your back laid themselves on the ground. Heisenberg’s smile was unmissable. “Go ahead.” His voice was gravely, gruff, a slight melancholy dismay underlying. Heisenberg desired for you to implore what just happened, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. You refused to see him as anything but normal, for if you did give in to the village’s mental games, you’d likely find yourself going mad. He was a man, you told yourself, nothing more.

“I thought you weren’t going to bail me out?”

“I wasn’t.” He tightened his grip on your arms. “But I figured it’d be a shame to lose such a pretty face so soon.”

“I, I’m sure you say that to all the girls here.” You couldn’t hold his gaze at this distance. Perhaps Adelina was right, you were rather frumpy and unexperienced.

A huff came as he exhaled, a thoughtful tug of his lips upward accompanied it. He didn’t answer, a reoccurring event with those who inhabited this town.

Heisenberg had been keeping his trips to and from the castle a secret. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he felt so inclined to bother with the outsider woman who appeared in the village one fateful evening. Perhaps he was growing bored of his daily routine with no results to show. Maybe he was enticed by the well of knowledge you held of the outside world. Maybe it was something else, something human. The Lord’s weren’t allowed to stray far from the village. The other three lived delightfully oblivious, completely okay with never exploring the unknown. Heisenberg, on the other hand, was not. Your friend, Jess as he recalled you calling her, was far from interesting to him. It didn’t take a genius to tell how low her I.Q. had to be. She conformed easily to the village and by all accounts had been down talking you to the others she met. She quickly fell into the same brainwashed daze of worship.

It had been another turbulent week of utter chaos around every corner. Nobody knew of your adventure into the depths of Castle Dimitrescu and you had no intentions of spreading any gossip among the maids. They all seemed to have it out for you anyway. You were the “outsider,” as one described it. It was so blatantly evident to them that you were not going to conform to their ways. And that disturbed them.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t your fair share of punishment to this point. In actuality, you had received a significantly greater amount of beratements and surface wounds from Alcina and her daughters. You thought to Heisenberg often, continually wondering how your life would differ had Miranda bestowed you upon him. He was irresistibly charming in his own twisted sense. Every word that escaped his mouth heavily contradicted his actions. You received a good number of swats to the hand stemming from woeful daydreaming of the man you hardly knew.

He could be dangerous, you’d tell yourself before slipping into yet another sequence of fervent and unrelenting thoughts stemming from the mysterious man. He was a Lord, one placed in a top position according to the village’s hierarchy. You just weren’t sure why.

There had been countless times the man had sauntered into the castle, “accidentally” run into you, and held brief conversation.

The other maids were assholes. Though you had concluded this swiftly upon entering the castle, their recent actions only solidified your feelings.

It had been only a day since Heisenberg’s last visit. He strolled into the castle, easing his way past the maids as they hurriedly passed by. They paid him no mind. The evening sun had begun to set in the sky. Lady Dimitrescu had gone out for the night, instructing her girls to hold down the castle while she was away. The three of them had descended into the dungeons, not to be seen again until morning. This left the halls free and roamable for the savvy Lord.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Your voice caught his attention. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Marybeth.”

Shrill voices argued back and forth behind the kitchen doors. The sound of muffled giggles fell on his ears; it was an unusual sound within the castle walls. The girls must be relaxed knowing they’re safe from punishment tonight. At least, that’s what they thought.

In a second, the hinges of the door burst off, sending the heavy frame crashing down to the tiled floor. Shrieks came quickly and died on their lips as soon as the girls realized who was there.

“Lord Heisenberg.” One woman bowed her head, concealing something within her hands as she placed them in her lap, clasped tightly together. “Lady Dimitrescu has left for the evening.”

“I know.” His brow raised at the scene set before him. You stood to the rear of the kitchen, clearly irate at something the woman who regarded him had done. Five other women were huddled with the one who spoke, following her lead and averting their gazes. No aroma of cuisine drifted from the empty cauldron, only the stale scent of curing meats clung to the air.

“What’s going on in here?” He looked directly at you from beneath the lid of his hat.

“We were cleaning the kitchen.” The maid spoke through shaking breaths.

After a pensive moment, he waved his hand. “You’re dismissed. Except,” he held his hand at your chest as you attempted to pass, “you.”

The girls stumbled over the door, making quick work of getting back to their quarters and away from the Lord. You listened as the audience of feet trampled away. None of the girls here knew how to walk in heels causing for a rather elephant-like clomping of shoes wherever they went.

“What really happened?”

“Do you care?”

“Not particularly, but color me curious.”

“Don’t get them in trouble.” You demanded through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to deal with the aftermath.”

He chortled. “You seem more afraid of them than you are of me.”

“You’ve not given me a reason to be scared.”

Your back pressed to the wall, a glass chalice fell, shattering against the floor. The lapels of his jacket and dog tags pushed to your chest were still cold from the frosted night air. “Do I need to give you a reason?”

“I just,” embarrassment rose in your cheeks, “would you stop doing this?” There was no budging the man. His strength far outweighed yours, easily acting as if your pushing against his chest was nothing but a soft breeze.

“Doing what?” A smirk grew on his lips. God, he loved this.

“This!” Your clenched fist banged on his chest, not rattling him in the slightest. Droplets of claret liquid ran from your palm to your elbow. “Dammit, Karl. Move.”

The use of his first name was new. A solid hand closed around your wrist, bringing it up to eye level. He tilted back, adjusting his vision. The raise of his brow signaled that he wanted you to open your hand. Complying, you cringed as the reddened skin screamed for relief.

“They did this?”

“It’s no different from the other injuries I’ve gotten here.”

“It’s deep.” He reached into the pocket of his trench coat. “Don’t let anyone know you’ve got this.” A silver tin slipped from his hand to yours, you pried at its ridges with your nail.

Heisenberg disappeared after that, taking off with a dramatic throw of the castle doors as he disappeared into the dense forest. He had given you a tin of salve and a bandage.

“Lady Dimitrescu has requested your presence.”

The Fugitive: Finding Home Part 3 - Foreign Thoughts

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