#the mutual pinning and the mutual sacrifice and the mutual love

[grabby-smitten]

All the Caleb hate would die if they only took time to read his myth. He is literally doing the impossible to keep MC in his heart. I don’t wanna hear anyone badmouthing this treasur of a man. Legend. Amazing. Majestic.

[skyrigel]

Hi! I love all of your writing, could please do Benedict and best friend reader at a ball and he over hears some girls bullying reader and goes OFF and reader runs off and he thinks he’s embarrassed her but when he finds her she explains she found it super hot and then some smut please! 💖

You are in love 1 || B.B

Part 2 of " you are in love"

Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x best friend! Reader, + Polin

Warning: fem! reader, no description of reader, friendly flirting and teasing, mutual pinning, use of inappropriate words, reader has a step sister. Fluff and angst, part 1 of you are in love. Part : 2 will be smut

Rigel's note 🪩: Thank you for requesting, and the compliment<3333 *smooches* I hope you don't mind me doing it in two parts :) the title is taken from Taylor Swift's song " you are in love", it popped as soon as I read best friend reader, hope it's not as bad as it's in my head, sending love back, also part 2 soon.

" Perks of being a woman, you don't have to dance with Eloise bridgerton." You remarked when it was the fifth time Eloise stepped on lord White's toe.

Benedict snorted on his lemonade as he looked at you sideways, his iconic lop sided grin plastered to his smug face.

" I was her dance partner, " Benedict fake sniffed, wiping the fake tear, ", that too, before she started lessons."

You winced at the idea of Eloise before her lesson and gave Benedict a pat on his back for being ever the sacrifice.

" I thought that's why you danced wierd " you told him, smiling when he looked at you scandalously.

" Excuse me ?! " He narrowed his eyes, " you take that back ! " He slammed the glass down with force.

" Will not, you dance like...like a snowman ! " You beamed, slamming your fan down and glaring back, nose to nose, eye to eye.

" That never stopped you from dancing with me." He said smugly and retreated to his space with a satisfied look in his eyes when your jaw slacked slightly.

" You don't dance like a snowman with me." you told him in a small voice and that's when it hit you how gracefully he twirled you around when he was practically running away from other beautiful young ladies.

Benedict smiled, his eyes twinkling at you as he raised his brow, like in a question.

" And why would you think that ? " His mouth twisted and you didn't know what to say.

" Perhaps because I dance well...? " You tried and despite it being not the answer he expected, he laughed all the same.

" You dance like a ... a Kangaroo." Benedict thought hard and a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled proudly when he got the right word to annoy you.

" What's a kangaroo ? " You asked, you had heard it somewhere but it was easier to ask him than think hard.

" It's like..." Benedict motioned with his hands something like a vase," it's a cute animal." He finally said when nothing more could be made out from his gestures.

"Oh." You nodded and then it hit you, " Did you just call me an ANIMAL ?! " You snarled at him and he shaked his head with a chuckle.

" I called you cute too." He squabbled.

" Kangaroo's aren't cute ! " You jabbed at him and he chuckled, grabbing your wrist firmly, a spark so bright jolted inside you and you felt your face grow hot.

" Then I don't dance like a snowman—" you sticked your tongue out at him and he was lost in words, just looking, you saw the opportunity and yanked your hand away from his grip. He relented like a gentleman.

" You are always like..like running away and leaning off while dancing and it's so so snowman like." You argued and Benedict's eyes twinkled like moon.

" Have you seen a snowman waltzing ? " Benedict asked and you shaked your head, while clutching at your chest, you couldn't help the giggling.

" Yes if we are talking about a tall, handsome and smug snowman."

" You think I am handsome ? " Benedict ducked his head closer to your face and you felt your breath hitching in your throat, like air was punched out of your chest.

You rolled your eyes when it became too apparent that no word would come out of your traitorous throat and you couldn't help but gaze back at him, he looked back just the same, all fire and blaze.

" You didn't answer my question." He said slowly, each word carefully and it squeezed your heart how close his face was, how beautiful those eyes were, and that nose, and those cheeks, those lines when he smiled, he oftened and it was so warm and gorgeous, how you never noticed how captivating he was, every atom of his body was tied with an invisible thread with yours, a golden one. And you would be damned to think of that mouth, your lips parted at the ethereal site and Benedict smiled at that.

" No." You just said it, eager to say anything and break this moment, it was swirling you around in a storm.

" No ? " He questioned, frowning and he was handsome at that too, you were so doomed.

" You are silly like handsome, like some lord Byron poetry." you murmured softly, safe guarding the hammering heart in your chest and blinking at the sudden burn from his gaze on you, drinking you in, his brow knitted in funny way, a mock annoyance crossed his face.

" Lord Byron ?! Really, " he dropped back to his seat and you finally took a breath, then he covered his face like a damsel in distress and when he glanced sideways at you, he was smiling his brightest, oh, you just realised how goofy and precious and mesmerizing his smile was, you wished to stop time and paint it under your lids so everytime you close your eyes, you could meet him there, in your secret gardens and then a death like that would be sweeter.

" What ? " You exasperated when he refused to look away, even when your nose wrinkled and face basked in it's warmth, he wouldn't let go of you, taking each and every detail in like he was wishing to stop time too and paint you. He could, he was an artist.

" You called me poetry..." His mouth quirked up in a delightful grin, like it explained all the merry and you groaned, looking away as you huffed the tingling in your body that wouldn't go, your eyes landed on a very eventful moment.

" Is that our Colin ? " You raised your brow at Benedict who sat up straighter and turned his gaze to the other side of the hall.

" Why is he eye murdering lord Debling ? " You asked him, he winked and pulled your chair closer, not caring if any mama saw or perhaps lady whistledown herself.

" Penelope is dancing with lord Debling, and well she's laughing at something too, oh—" Benedict whispered in the shell of your ear and you barely nodded, Colin looked like he had enough, he was making his way through the crowd towards Pen.

" Forty shillings if he punches lord Debling." You piped up, Benedict shaked his head.

" You are gonna lose cupcake, he's gonna take Miss Featherington's hand and—" you gasped when Colin stopped abruptly, said something urgently and took Penelope's wrist between his hand, Benedict cocked his head to his side and winked smugly.

" And ? " You drawled and it amused Benedict beyond limits, like he has been waiting for it.

" Birds and bees." He said in a code like hushed whisper, you smacked the back of his head.

" I don't have a mother, you know." You told Benedict and he touched his upper lip with the tip of his pink tongue, he nodded along knowingly.

" Well, someone's gotta teach you."

" Mm.. you are my best friend." You would look anywhere but at him but your eye's were locked in his, he was being brave then so can you. One step, not much.

" I can not tell you birds and bee." Benedict said sincerely.

" Colin helped Pen ! " You said, nose flaring as he worried his jaw but didn't say anything.

" He told her how kids are made, something like going to a farm and then...well he kissed her but that's not the point." You blurted in a whisper, he listened intently.

" He kissed her already ? "

" Well a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell but a lady can, but that's not the point! " You pouted, his resistance crumbled but then again, bloody bridgerton.

" That's not my place cupcake." He was breathing hard, his mouth would open and snap close again, taking back all the things left unsaid.

" Well then—" you hated how choked your voice got, you tried, didn't you, it's not like you left it on god's cue, this was the biggest hint you could have given him and if he didn't got this, then only bricks might work.

Give him one more, a small voice said in your head, it was yours, but stronger and braver than you.

" —then you can tell me about love."

Benedict laughed on that, like it was the funniest thing you had said.

" You know what? I take it back, I am gonna ask someone—" you smoothed your skirt and began to get up when he pulled you down.

" Sorry, I didn't mean that, sorry, don't go leaving me stranded." He pleaded.

You looked at him hard, looking for any sign of humour and you found none, he was glittering when he clapped his tongue and opened his mouth, his soft tongue resting like a tired cat.

" Love," he began," is like music."

" Like music." You repeated, struggling with the fit laughter that shook your shoulders.

Benedict glanced at you offended but when he spoke next, it was how the poets said, with longing and desire, like bleeding for your beloved and when no blood was left then it was ink and parchment.

" You can hear it in the silence." He said, you remembered those afternoons when no word was said between you and your bestfriend and yet nothing was hidden and left unsaid.

" You can feel it on your way home." He said, penetrating his gaze in you eyes and he remembered damn well that night after he rescued you from the lake when you almost drowned, the terror of losing you, the spark of holding you closer than ever.

" You can see it with the light's out, it's so bright and golden." Everything is more beautiful with you Benedict, you told him one Sunny afternoon, basking under a tree while he read you poetry, Better than Byron.

" Loving that one person will make you love yourself, with them, you are enough." He was whispering now, chest heaving as his hand trembled and unknowingly yours found his under the table, locked eye's and joined hands and sacred whispered chants. It was enough.

" You aren't too much, or too little, or loud or boring, you don't have to be interesting or witty or anything, being youself with them is enough." I like myself with you, he had told you when you were sixteen.

" That's love, being safe with them is love, being their home is love, to be able to leave all shades behind and be naked in just body and soul and not being afraid, not being embarassed is love."

" Benedict..." Your voice was soft and sweet and it took him a moment to realise he was crying, when you gently wiped it's proof with your handkerchief.

" I...I will be back in a moment—" he stumbled out, still smiling a small smile and oh god what you have done, you have ruined him as well your self and nothing will ever be the same.

" Yes...." You said, because he was waiting for your approval, he nodded back when he got it and disappeared amongst the crowd as you watched him leave.

Love was indeed like music, the one you liked, it could be light as bee buzzing and sharp as thunder roaring in clouds, it could be slow and rhythmic and soft like water flowing, it could be the sound of his laughter and the way he drew his breath, it could be how he whined and joked and played and teased, for you, love was the music and muse of Benedict bridgerton and yes, you were very much doomed.

" What a pleasant site, a spinster smiling on her own, have you planned some scandalous plan of yours to bag some noble man ? " Claire wheezed in a duckling like laughter, shared with Asha Patil and Gissele Turner.

You refused to say anything, it only further added spice to their boring marital lives, with their husbands out and wombs empty.

" Would you look at her ? She's giving us that attitude, no wonder she's still unmarried ! " Scowled Asha, with her frizzy hair and crooked nose, her eyes coated in loathing of most tainted kind.

" She might had gotten the ring if she wasn't being Mr. Bridgerton's bitch." Gissele whispered it down to you and anger shot up through your veins and your eyes snapped to her, it didn't matter if she was your elder sister and the rage that blinded you was so fierce that you didn't feel when two big tears rolled down your cheek.

" Don't cry now, you can always be his mistress atleast." They all laughed, loud and big and white teeth flashing, with their fake diamond rings rubbing in your eyes but it was too blur, you saw nothing, you heard nothing, everything was drowning around you.

" Speaking of mistresses, Lord Hasting has bought a bigger estate for his mistress than your home in east London and I wouldn't blame him lady Hasting."

You can hear it in the silence.

It was your love's voice, it was your Benedict speaking and you lifted your mascara stained lashed eyes at him.

If you had known him less than you couldn't have known of the terrible anger that was shaking him, that smile was no ordinary, it was feral and stray, wanting to tear anyone who dared to come near, he was burning in anger that was beyond words.

Claire sizzled at that remark, turning her hand to her palm side and only moments ago she was flashing her ring and now, she was hiding it.

" Don't ruin your reputation by showing ungratefuls such as her your pity Mr. Bridgerton." It would've hurt less, were it Claire or Asha, but it was your own half sister, be it half blood but blood all the same.

" Lady Turner, i have no wish to speak to you, you have hurt my best friend beyond words, you had taken her affections for granted so if someone's ungrateful then it's sorely you, you don't deserve a sister like her, she's too good for all of us." He was carefully placing the word and his anger slipped between, his teeth grinded and breath hitched, you stared, just at him and him, everything was getting dimmer but you knew in that moment, you would know him in darkness.

you can feel it with the light's out.

He had done many things for you, Benedict stole Anthony's horse to take you out on a midnight ride, he nicked Colin's sword and taught you fencing, bought ribbons of your favourite pastel silk, saved your favourite sweets, and so many and so more, but this was something you couldn't have done yourself if you wanted, he had done it, he had stood up for you and it was the most gleaming moment of your life, he wasn't playing hero, he wasn't being mean, he was protecting your with your honour and Benedict, the gentleman who wouldn't hurt a fly, he was going to dagger them down with words alone.

He was speaking and speaking and they were all quiet, their eyes low and nose bowed down, he was speaking and speaking, words clear with pure affection and respect and then your felt it.

The warmness aroused in your womanhood and an inaudible gasp parted through your lips as you felt the slicky wet feeling caress your inner thigh and the sensation was so electrifying that you had to close your eyes in order to take a breath and even then, you could feel his words, soft and praising, " ......if you were half good as a woman she is....." He was breathless and he wasn't stopping and something inside you wanted to cup his face and tell him, don't Stop, never stop.

And then his eyes looked for you, he found your gaze and held it and you felt the shame, you couldn't do this to him, this burning desire would take you both down in flames and what it would be to become one, only in ashes, it was scaring you.

And before you could think of say anything, you were already on your feet, stumbling through the crowd with your gown kissing the floor behind you.

You didn't know where you were going but far, away and this feeling wouldn't let go, you knew well but you wanted air, the warmness that was spreading was maddening and the hunger was tugging under your skin.

He was calling out your name, you hated yourself but you needed to run, this love would ruin you, what if Benedict hated you if you told him how you felt, how you thought about him, would he call you a whore along with Gissele, would it hurt more ?

More than anything.

His voice turned to pleading as crowd thickened and you were getting out of his sight. You wouldn't look back, because if you did then you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from doing something very stupid.

You were out of the gates, descending down the stairs as one heel slipped out but you didn't care, you were on a run.

Johnny was already motioning the horses as you frantically climbed in, you could see Colin chasing down Penelope's carriage in a distance as you opened the window to inhale heavy gulps of air.

Would Benedict Chase you down too ? Would he come and look for you ? And if he did, what would you tell him ?

You are my best friend.

Part 2

[byuntrash101]

lovers on the sun

reader x dom!mingi ft. yunho angst | smut | mdni 4.8k you never understood why mingi chose that life. chose to be an outcast, a loveless bandit. over the years you came to terms with it. you got married, you grew. but when the outlaw finds himself gravely wounded his instincts drag him back to you. to the person he's willing to sacrifice everything for. nsfw tags under the cut

plot, outlaw!au, friends to strangers to lovers (?), hurt/comfort (the hurt part doesn't go too hard dw), a lil' angsty but lowkey wholesome, cheating, mutual pinning, good ending, yunho is mentionned but does not appear. nsfw: nipple play, body whorship (f), pet names (baby, doll) oral (f), slight begging, unprotected sex (i mean they didnt have a choice back then), mingi in the cowboy hat and leather coat (im weak for him </3), big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, cock warming, he's madly in love with you

playlist: jeannette - el muchacho de los ojos trites, david guetta - lovers on the sun, amy whinehouse - love is a losing game

a/n: thank you so much @ssaboala for hosting this amazing collab. and thank you @hwaightme for helping me so much and brainstorming ideas. also i really recommand you listen to the playlist it will for sure put you in the nostalgic western mood <3

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You can’t help but be worried as you wake up to a cold bed. You haven’t seen Yunho in a couple of days. You wonder if he’s fine as you look out the window of your room to the cornfields. It’s just after dawn but the hot summer air is already laying heavy over the fields, making the green and yellow stems undulate. 

You sigh heavily, imagining your husband on his horse in his uncomfortable and sweaty uniform combing the streets, the plains, the fields, the whole town, the whole state, maybe even the whole country. All of that on an empty stomach and sleep deprived.

But you knew he wasn’t going to come home before he caught him. Song Mingi. Ever since he was appointed sheriff it has been his life goal to catch him. The public enemy number one. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much blood this man had on his hands. He pillaged and robbed and murdered. Always slippery like an eel and managing to get out of justice’s grasp.

Until a couple of days ago where he made a fatal mistake. Your husband jumped out of bed in the middle of the night and mobilized the entire department to look for the man. He was hurt and hiding somewhere. He only needed to be found. The dangerous outlaw reduced to a defenseless flower only waiting to be plugged. This time he knew he was done for and Yunho was going to finally catch him and bring him to justice and ultimately to the gallows. Where your husband thought the fugitive’s righteous place was. Behind the church and six feet under.

You chuckled humorlessly to yourself at the name. You used to know this name. You used to know it very well. Or at least you thought you did. You used to be close to Song Mingi. The three of you were. Mingi, Yunho and you. You were just a bunch of teenagers, you didn’t have a worry in the world. But you grew up and Yunho joined the force as Mingi did and you can only guess power got to his head. He eventually got caught involved in shady business with even shadier people. Until he left and became the fugitive. The outlaw you only knew by the wanted posters put up everywhere in town.

His name lost all familiarity. But your heart couldn’t forget about his soft half smile. About the warmth pulling in his orbs when the three of you stayed up in the hill to watch the stars, sleeping under the open night sky, despite the snakes and coyotes. Even the crackling fire couldn’t rivalize with the blaze of his sharp eyes on you. You couldn't forget his rough hand snaking its way on your nape, pulling you closer to lay the gentlest kiss on your lips. You nervously glanced over at Yunho sleeping next to the both you. You felt nervous even if this happened long before you got married, long before he confessed to you. And for Mingi there was not a trace of doubt on his sharp features, no evil in his eyes. Only love. You thought at least.

That was the very last night you saw him. The next day he fled to the valley and proceeded with his life of crime. Your heart ached again, how could he have chosen that life… over what he had. Why would he choose a blood stained pile of shriveled dollar bills instead of this night on the hills with you… instead of this kiss? Instead of you?

You shook your head trying to forget about the uncomfortable feeling of your skin crawling as the wholesome memory turned into bitter dormant ache. You have accepted it over the years. Truth was you never knew Song Mingi… You only knew about the sheep but never about the wolf.

But then again you have to get on with your day, and carry on. Life goes on and doesn’t wait. You have to take care of the animals in the barn.

Since Yunho was the town’s sheriff earned enough money for the both of you it wasn’t necessary for you to have a huge farm. A couple of pigs, some hens, two horses and a cow was well enough and tending to them was the only labor you ought to do. 

You traded your nightgown for a dress more appropriate to work in. A light blue flowy ankle length dress with long sleeves and a high neckline that was going to protect your skin from the hot sun, but would still let you breathe through the light material.

You hoped in your worn out brown leather ankle boots and headed to the barn. First of all, you start by checking if the hens laid eggs, you gently push the chickens to harvest the six eggs and place them in your basket that you set aside then you go to feed the cow. You go to take a big serving of hay and you make a mental note that you’ll have to go by the neighboring farm and purchase some more because you are running out. Maybe the cow and horses have been especially hungry lately. 

You place the hay in the big manger and head to the fence to let the cow take a stroll in the prairie next to the house. 

As you reach out the fence, you nearly scream. The handle is covered in blood. The colors leave your face as you realize that the traces are fresh as you see one single drop on the dusty floor. You squint and realize there’s a trail of blood going out the barn. You follow the trail circling the barn and landing behind it, the trail disappearing behind tall weeds and bushes that you had left unattended for quite a while.

You pushed aside the leaves and discovered some rags maculated with blood and at the end of the trail a man, lying, his back resting against a small trunk, sitting on a pile of hay. Barely holding off.

Mingi didn't even know why he dragged his mutilated body out here to rot in the sun, he didn't know why he took that chance. He just had to. If he wasn't going to see the sun rise again tomorrow then he at least wanted to see it set on a familiar face. A face he held in his memory so dearly. Even after all these years. 

After all this time, when he finally sees it, the face he pulled through thick and thin for. Your face. Your face emerging from the bushes. There are not enough words in the world for him to express the relief he feels. He doesn’t have enough time to carefully curate them and voice them outloud. So he only chooses to smile.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart jumping in your throat, the frantic muscle getting stuck there, making you swallow thickly as your eyes grow in surprise. You have trouble believing your senses. Have you stayed in the sun for too long? Have you contracted yellow fever? Can you trust your eyes, reflecting this image of the past? A figure you thought (and maybe even hoped) you would never see again?  But you know your eyes aren’t deceiving you the second his lips curl into a half smile, rounding up only one of his cheeks. The familiar sight takes you back to the hills, to the crackling bonfire, to the starry sky, to the warmth of his orbs. Even if you see the red tint of diluted blood on his teeth and the way pain twits his eyebrows. It’s the same. The same smile you remembered.

“Mingi?” you finally breathe out, broken voice hindered by your heart still sitting in your throat. Barely audible. But still heard by the beaten man. 

“Hi doll” his deep voice echoed yours, hardly louder than a whisper. 

There’s no resentment, no hatred, no evil in his voice, in his eyes. And for that instant you forget about the endless tales of horrors, about the murders and the blood and you forget about the wolf. Because you see only the sheep, hurt and needing your help.

You throw yourself on your knees next to him, you wrap your arms around him, careful to avoid the wounds. 

Mingi closes his eyes and you lean against him as he suppresses a cough. He almost forgot about the smell of your hair, about the warmth of your hands, about the sound of your voice. Almost, but he didn’t. He could never even if he tried. He could lose everything but you. And if you were only a memory then it was all he needed.

***

You brought the man inside, limping and leaning on your side. You sat him in the wooden and creaking chair of the dining room. The tall man grunted as he settled down.

You kneeled next to him. And very carefully, you lifted his long leather coat to uncover the blood maculated shirt.

"So... How does it look doc?" Mingi joked, even going as far as to lightly chuckle before the sharp pain on his side wiped the half smile off his face.

"Let me help you" you said, carefully peeling the fabric off, the coagulated blood stuck to the opened wound, making Mingi wince as he felt the air blow on his sweaty skin. You ran your finger across his skin, carefully avoiding the wound.

Your touch was so soft, so gentle. Mingi sighed, closing his eyes. Your tenderness almost making him forget about the pain jabbing him. It's been so long, so so long since Mingi has felt this. He hasn't felt a soft touch in a lifetime, a contact that was free of any kind of aggression, that didn't demand anything from him, that only intended to soothe him.

It's been so long since he's felt safe.

That was the word. He felt safe. Safe with you even though he was half naked, wounded and unarmed. He felt safe.

You took your time to treat the wound, cleaning it with what you had on hand, which was the rest of a bottle of home distilled bourbon, warm water and clean rags. You patched him up and handed him his hat back.

"You should go, Mingi" you started after a long silence. You tried to conceal the lump inside your throat as you enunciated the heavy words.

Mingi looked up at you, grabbing his hat. He didn't want to go.

"Y/n.. I-"

"You know he might come back. If he finds you here he's gonna..." you hesitated. “Finish the job”

"You mean kill me?" Mingi looked you dead in the eye, a coldness laying latent in his orbs, a coldness that gave you shivers along your spine even with the hot sun heating up the windows of the small dining room.

You closed your eyes shut trying to chase away tears. After all these years and all he’s done. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

Mingi wanted to scream. Why did he get to be with you, to touch you, to lay next to you every night while he was perpetually running, fleeing and living on the edge of the world like a wild dog. Barely surviving on the sole memory of you and the love he felt and feels for you.

"Mingi..." you started hesitantly. You had the chance to ask now, maybe this opportunity would never represent itself again.

"Why did you kiss me that night?"

Mingi’s anger evaporated into smoke as his eyes snapped to you. For all these years he had feared you somehow resented him. That somehow the tales of his life came back to you and poisoned your heart. He feared that you too saw him as the bandit, the outlaw he had become. But there was no hatred in your quavering voice, no bitterness pooling in your orbs. Only incomprehension and sorrow. 

Your eyes were glazed over by a sheen of budding tears, drooping in sorrow and you looked up intensely at the man. 

You waited for an answer, you waited long enough, you waited for years. And waiting again for those few seconds was too much.

“Why did you kiss me if you were going to leave me Mingi?” this time you called his name. And Mingi felt like the question had wrapped around his heart and was holding it tightly, squeezing it until the agonizing organ gave out.

“What did he tell you?” Mingi finally spoke, tipping his cowboy hat down, making sure to conceal his face.

“What?”

“What did Yunho tell you?” Mingi reiterated, this time his voice broke, echoing the shattering of his heart.

“I-” you started, stuttering.

“I never did any of those things, y/n” he finally rips the hat off his face, the disheveled and sweaty hair adding a layer of urgency to his state of despair as he raises his voice in frustration. “Yunho planted the evidence! He framed me! Because he couldn't stand that I was to become sheriff, he wanted to control the city, he wanted the power and he wanted… you…”

Mingi took a deep breath, his voice softening to a whisper. “He wanted you for himself. Because that night I-... I-” Mingi hesitated as you hung on his lips. “I wanted to marry you, y/n.”

You felt the blood vanish from your face. You became livid and your vision blurred, your world was crumbling before your very eyes.

“This is impossible” you whispered more to yourself than anything else.

“In the morning I told Yunho that I had kissed you and wanted to marry you and he couldn't bear it. So he framed me as a bad man to get me out of your life. I ain't no saint! I know! But the rest of it, I only did because I needed to survive. I stole to feed and killed to defend myself. Never in cold blood. Y/n, you have to believe me!”

Mingi’s words were mushing together barely making any sense in your ears that were already rigging, you felt dizzy, you felt ill. How could that be the man you married? The man you shared your life with. The man that looked at you with the most innocent big round eyes. The man that you knew cherrich justice above all else, so much that he didn’t care that sword of justice he was wielding struck his best friend because he was led astray and that was the treatment reserved for criminals. 

But that was all an act. It was never about righteousness and justice, it was about vengeance and envy.

Your knees gave out and you stumbled onto Mingi’s chest. He caught you in time, wrapping his strong arms around you, grunting as you pressed your weight onto the fresh wound. 

Your life was collapsing. Your chest started to heave up and down rapidly, your heart racing as your reality faded to black. Nothing to anchor yourself to. Nothing real, nothing you could hold on to to keep yourself afloat. Only lies and smoke. And you fell and fell into panic and into Mingi. 

Suddenly you were back again, back from the darkness and you looked at him to find your peace again, both lost in this familiar silence. He protectively wrapped his strong arms around you, and soothingly pressed your head against his chest, the leather of his long coat brushed against your cheek as Mingi held you just like that. He felt his warmth, you heard his heart beating against his ribs and you felt… him. Not the outcast, not the outlaw, but just your friend Mingi.

Ever so gently, with a softness you had never ever known from a man, even your husband, he wrapped his hands made rough from labor around your chin and gently lifted your face upwards, you found that Mingi’s eyes were as deep as the sea, just as mysterious and alluring, strangely welcoming.

And slowly, very slowly Mingi closed the distance between you. Giving you all the time in the world to voice your desire for him to stop if you felt that way. But you didn't want him to stop, instead you gripped at the long coat tighter, somehow afraid that he too was a mirage, a body made of haze that was just another lie. You had to make sure he, at least, was real. True.

And he was.

When your lips connected you felt as if your body has gone up into flames, open fire bursting from your chest to your heart, convincing you to close your eyes, and give complete access to Mingi. But even though he didn’t that use trust to his advantage, he didn't engulfed himself into you. Instead he gently deepened the kiss, taking the time to let you warm up as your fingers relaxed around the worn out leather. Mingi’s hands were getting to know you, caressing the soft cotton of your dress. His rough palms contrasted greatly with the softness of his touch.

Slowly he parted his lips, his tongue gently slipping into your mouth inviting your tongue into a dance, giving a few kitten licks and getting to taste you, you moaned when his hands reached down to the small of your back. 

“Mingi” you breathed against his mouth. There was no words to describe what that simple word did to him. Simply his name gently murmured like this. It was like having an angel speaking of the devil's name so fondly, so gently. He didn't feel worthy but there was plenty of time tomorrow for guilt. Today Mingi only had time for you.

He gently laid you back onto the wooden dining table and you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, he leaned over you as his kiss spilled from your lips to your neck. You whined once when your lips mourned the loss of his warmth and once when you felt his hot and wet tongue glide across the thin skin of your neck, you let your head fall back as Mingi progressed further down until he’s met with the collar of your dress. You don't want to lose the way he feels on your skin so your hands quickly busy themselves with the buttons, practically ripping them off to take the thick fabric that separated you from Mingi off you while he watches with this signature half smile, satisfied to see you so eager to expose yourself to him. 

As soon as you’re done with buttons he latched on your skin again, sucking on your collar bone going down and then up the curve of your breasts until he reached your bra he swiftly reached around to unclasp it, he drew back to see the way your beautiful breasts spilled out of the article, gently falling over at each side of your chest. Mingi’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes avidly roamed over you, taking your form in. 

The way his eyes turned sharp as he looked at you made you squeeze your thigh together as your felt arousal pool into your lower stomach, heat spilling into your underwear.

“So pretty” he murmured before he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, immediately hardening into a tight nub. He flicked his tongue on the erected knob while his warm hand kneaded the other one, perfectly distributing his attention to your body, already feeling sensitive. You arched your back and pushed his face further into your skin when he sucked on the hardened nipple, making your moan his name. 

“Fuck- Mingi” you panted. “Don’t stop”

Mingi briefly stood back up to take the long coat off, only harboring the leather vest that let you admire his toned arms flexing as he ripped the coat off to throw it over one of the chairs. He didn't even bother taking the dress off you, only flipping it over your stomach as he pulled down your underpants, leaving your bottom half completely nude. 

Suddenly coy you pressed your thighs together, shielding your modesty from his ardent gaze, he looked back up at you with knitted brows, such desperation swimming in his eyes, as if he absolutely needed to see you.

“Please” he exhaled. “Please let me see you, y/n” he pleaded.

And you finally parted your legs, first your feet then your knees and finally your thighs.

“Fuck” Mingi cursed as he palmed his aching  lengh throught his pants. He was finally seeing you, like how he imagined you a thousand times. But even the wildest dreams could never live up to that reality, to the truth of you, you were breathtaking. The way your beautiful center was already swollen with need, twitching in anticipation to be touched, your folds covered with the glistening sheen of your juices lazily running down your entrance. 

Mingi felt like he’d finally seen the light. Like redemption was within grasp, somehow contained within your holy form. He felt like he needed to worship you, like he needed to get on his knees and so he did. 

He kneeled in front of you, snaking his arms around your things and grasping at the supple flesh to pull you closer to him, bringing his lips close to your most private of places.

You felt heat rush to your face and chest as your heart raced, uncontrollably hammering into your chest, menacing to break free anytime as Mingi dug his nose right into your folds. 

“Oh my g-” you gasped as soon as he made contact with you. Your head immediately spinning, your core quivering and demanding more.

Mingi planted one soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves, then went to your entrance where he flattened his tongue to swiped it across, spreading your folds and scooping as much as your slick as possible, earning a whimper from you. Mingi wanted more of this, of your sweet taste, more of your honey coating his tongue, more of your beautiful voice singing soft melodies into his ears, more of your beautiful face looking down at him in pleasure, glossy eyes pleading for more.

“Baby” he moaned against you before burying his face into you, flicking his tongue on your clit as you moaned again, louder this time. Mingi concentrated on this part of you, assaulting your clit with flicks after flicks, jolts after jolts of divine pleasure, spreading heat in all of your limbs. Mingi felt your thighs tense up in his hold and he suddenly let go. 

You whined as you felt your desperate center throb for more of him. You looked up at him right on time to see him sink not one but two long fingers inside your tight heat. Immediately curling them into your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, once again you let out a lewd sound that bounces off the walls making the hairs on Mingi’s nape stand and his length leak arousal. 

“You like that?” he asked, deep voice a little more impatient.

“Yes!” you exhaled. “Please more, more” you begged, your eyes coming back into focus.

“Of course, doll” he said before coming back down to your demanding center. He pumped his long fingers in and out of your heat, each time your eager little cunt pulled them back inside, tightly gripping around them. He wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking and licking until you were on the verge of your release.

“Please” you said, your hand flying between your legs to keep Mingi’s face exactly where it was. “Don’t stop” you breathed, your thighs tensing, your swollen clit pulsing under Mingi’s wet and hot tongue.

“Fuck” you said, pressing on his face a little harder which made him smirk agaisnt you. “I'm cumming” you said in a strangled moan, you legs trembling your orgasming center gushing more and more of your honey , completely quenching Mingi’s thirst for your sweet nectar, walls fluttering around his fingers as he guided you down.

Mingi hurriedly kicked his pants off him and stood between your legs, large cock resting heavily in his palm, the head made red and shiny with precum.

“Please give me another one of those” he whispered with edginess, deep voice strained with need. “I wanna see and hear that again.” he rubbed his cock against your folds, mixing both of your essences into one, drenching his length with your slick. “Please this time cum on my cock” he gently pushed his tip inside you, closing his eyes shut as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock head, finishing your previous orgasm around his cock, your pretty little pussy pulsing around him as he continued to push himself in, breathing heavily to keep himself from bursting on the spot.

“Fuck” he cried, finally peeling his eyes open. “You feel so good around me baby” he breathed. “You’re so pretty, so perfect” he praised you. Taking a good look at you. You were stunning, beads of sweat running down your temples, your breasts spilling from the half undone dress, said dress completely wrinkled and roughed up, not hiding anything away from him anymore. 

“Ok” you said, out of breath, pushing a dampened strand of hair away from your face. “Make me cum around your cock, Mingi” you said, spreading your legs even wider, giving Mingi an even better view of his cock splitting you in two.

“Fuck-” Mingi cursed again, immediately taking you up on the offer. He started to pull out only to push back in again, just as gently. The way his girth split you open made you moan his name. You whimpered at the delicious stretch of your walls accommodating his generous mengh as he filled you up to the brim so perfectly almost like you were made for him entirely. 

“Please harder, Mingi” you said, your fingers pulling into the leather cropped vest, where you could see from underneath his toned abs and belly button. 

“Of course, doll” he said as he picked the pace, a wince of pleasure sneaking on his face when you gripped even tighter around him, letting out a satisfied groan. 

With each powerful thrust he was grazing against your g spot making your moan and arch your back, pushing your hips into him everytime he pushed himself back in.

“Fuck you’re so good to me baby” he panted, a large bead of sweat running from his hairline along the bridge of his sharp and long noze. 

You only replied with more moans, growing louder and louder as you both fucked each other, rocking the dining table recklessly the sound of your skin clashing and filling up the space along with groans and grunts.

“Baby, I'm close” Mingi said in a strangled and high pitched moan that was far from the usual deep voice he used.

“Me too” you answered “Please inside” you struggled to make sense. “Please cum inside me”

You didnt care about the consequences right now, moreover you weren't even thinking about them. You only thought about Mingi deep inside of you giving you the raw, rough unfiltered love you have been needing for years. Ever since he kissed you back on the hills. And suddenly you were back at the hilltop again.

Your body started to shake as you came undone again as Mingi delivered large and thick ropes of burning cum inside your heat, your name slipping off his lips a thousand times. Both of your bodies going up in flames, throwing each other in the fire that lighted you both as he kissed you again.

You pulsed uncontrollably around him, as he became sloppy, his thrusts more shallow and irregular until they came to a stop. He crashed over your body, panting, chest heaving up and down as you stroked his hair. He stayed inside you for a while, his cum lazily dripping out of you. He didn't want to lose this connection with you, he wanted to stay right there. Right here with you.

***

“Come with me” Mingi said as he was ready to hop on one of your horses, as the sun was setting over the fields. 

“Mingi I-” you started.

“Forget about him” Mingi cut you off before you have a chance to mention your husband's name. He took your hands into his big and rough ones. “Come back with me to the hills, y/n” he said. You opened your mouth to speak again but Mingi didn't let you talk. He was afraid of your answer. “We won't have much but we will have each other. And if I have you then I have everything” he pressed his chest against yours and you heard his heart beat into your ear, testifying of his true feelings, much deeper than any words. 

This was your chance to let the deceiving lies behind to embrace a life of true love. And you took your chance. As you hoped on the horse right behind Mingi, leaving the empty house behind. You held onto him, your fingers found their way and intertwining with the leather again as you rode into the sunset, lifting the dry dirt in your wake. The stars finally crossing as your destinies took the same path. The sun meeting you on the horizon, inviting you with it.

Two star crossed lovers on the sun.

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a/n: phewww it is done! i cant even begin to explain the STRUGGLE i had while writing this but i hope it turned out good? maybe? it was wayyyy out of my comfort zone if you liked it please tell me in the comments or reblog (pls don't use the community labels please) or leave a nice ask. that would mean so much <3. anyways thank you for the awesome collab anne @ssaboala. don't forget to check out the other authors' amazing fics here. byeee~

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Cult of the lamb masterlist

Originally I was going to wait until I got all 4 bishops to make this but guys the brainrot is so.. bad.. I'll be sure to edit the opening section once I do get them all though!

That said! Welcome to the COTL Masterlist! Be sure to read the rules in my pinned before requesting! Please send requests to the inbox only!

As of 6/10/24, I only have lamb and the bishops listed however if you want an NPC feel free to ask! AS OF 11/1/24 THIS MASTERLIST IS COMPLETE! RETURN TO THE MASTERPOST FOR VOLUME 2!

LAMBERT

having a soft spot for follower!reader

Comforting the lamb after a nightmare

making them a flower crown

x baby lamb reader platonic hcs

pampering them for a day

saving the reader from being sacrificed

x lamb reader

x isabelle!reader

x guard dog!reader

telling the lamb you have a crush on the bishops

x fran bow reader

flufftober day 29 vacation

NARINDER

follower!reader giving follower!narinder pets and cuddles

sick!follower narinder x follower!reader

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

m o d w/ narinder (fluff alphabet)

m h g (angst alphabet)

x swan!reader

e j l (angst alphabet)

giving him a gift

flufftober day 12 cooking together

LESHY

Follower!leshy x follower!gardener!reader

X reader who smells nice

W E V (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #15/Holding your face 2: the squeakquel

mutual pining

j c y (fluff alphabet)

x reader who is like sozo

HEKET

crushing on the reader

Y N C (fluff alphabet)

x picky eater reader

k x e (fluff alphabet)

x sweet and soft spoken reader

x overworked and tired reader

x gourmet chef!reader

KALLAMAR

x seamstress cat reader who likes to gossip

x artist reader

f k p (fluff alphabet)

x reader who makes jewelry

Random thing #17/obsessed

Random thing #18/coward

v w j (fluff alphabet)

Random thing #19/earrings

Random thing #20/beauty

x winslow leach!reader

x beef!reader (phantom of the paradise)

flufftober day 18 protecting

SHAMURA

helping them with headaches

Random thing #14/holding your face

♥ y z (fluff alphabet)

talking to them about your interests

Random thing #16/keeping logs

r g w (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 17 massage

Random thing #21/warmth

x nonbinary reader who is scared of spiders

HELOB

b j l (fluff alphabet)

v w u (fluff alphabet)

SOZO/SOZONIUS

general sozo x reader hcs

BAAL

petting hcs

AYM

flufftober day 23, pillow fight

CLAUNECK

C F O (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 26 drunken confession

KUDAAI

CHEMACH

JALALA

crushing on the reader

MULTI

follower!bishops x new follower!reckless adventurer!reader

Calling the bishops pretty

one bed trope w/ the bishops

bishops x male golden retriever reader

platonic bishops x kid reader

bishops x baker!reader

giving the bishops flowers

lambert and shamura x winslow leach!reader

kissing baal aym and narinder for the first time

baal and aym x new follower!clumsy!reader

kissing the bishops hands

kallamar and shamura x sick!reader who returns after being MIA

taking leshy and heket back to their old domains

baal aym and kallamar x reader who cant cook

leshy and heket x cursed reader

kallamar shamura and narinder x cursed reader

parent!bishops x child!reader

bishops x reader who wants to sacrifice themselves for a ritual

heket and shamura saving the reader from getting sacrificed by their own cult members

leshy and narinder x reader who loves their plants

shamura kallamar and lambert x reader who has a curse like eda clawthrone

giving the bishops plushies of themselves

leshy and heket when soft spoken!kind!reader snaps

leshy kallamar and lambert x reader who is like emily from hazbin hotel

leshy and shamura when softspoken!reader bursts into tears

lambert matching making you with the bishops but i forgot to amp up the matchmaking

sunshine!reader making friendship bracelets for the bishops

follower!bishops x kind!disciple!reader

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Spring Pop Up Event Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated! I hope your spring season brings new things your way.

I hope to see you for our only two day event, May 25-26, that will focus on graduation! Check the pinned post for details and some ideas to get you started.

Late Bloomers by @fuctacles | Rated T | no cw | tags: t4t, transfem stevie, transmasc eddie, pre-relationship, mutual pining

my body is my weapon by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: canon-typical violence, mild blood | tags: self-sacrificing steve, hurt/comfort, getting together

I keep going to the river to pray by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: child molestation (not from MC), nudity, fade to black sex | tags: Italian steve harrington, naiad eddie munson, past lives

Sprung by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: future fic, established relationship, struggling to make ends meet, light angst, sacrifice, love, making a life together

vampire nesting season by @katyawriteswhump | Rated M | no cw | tags: vampire eddie, vampire au, established steddie, angst, fluff, non-explicit bloodsucking, dark undertones

Holding Out For Spring by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: alcohol abuse | tags: eddie pov, corroded coffin, future fic, struggling, post break up, hurt/comfort, angst with a hopeful ending, gatorade: not a sponsor

art by @arelliann

spring of malcontent by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: major character death, implied character death, suicide | tags: angst, grief/mourning, post-vecna, depression

Somehow, I just want you more by @sidekick-hero | Rated T | no cw | tags: second chances, blind date, exes to lovers, modern au

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Everything I learned about Neil Hargrove in one scene:

He doesn't respect the boundaries of others but expects others to respect and uphold his boundaries.

The example: he yells at Billy to open his bedroom door, as opposed to Susan who just prior had knocked. Both want to talk to him, but only one respects that Billy shut his bedroom door for privacy. Example 2: He walks straight into Billy's room uninvited while Susan stays in the hall. Example 3: while speaking with Billy, Neil becomes surprised and quickly angered that Billy raised his voice. One could argue that this is a matter of manners, how one raises children etc about not raising your voice to your parents. However the main point is that thus far Neil has ignored at least three separate boundaries of Billy's and the moment Billy treads on a single boundary that Neil has... He becomes angry.

Another example Neil was late to return home, but when Billy points that out, it is considered crossing a line. Billy is the one that is flawed. But he is not allowed to point out flaws in Neil.

Neil has a sense of entitlement.

Again with the example of not feeling the need to knock at Billy's door and instead yelling and demanding he open it. So what if Neil believes I paid for the house I own it, I own the door, etc etc. Neil operates with a belief system that if he yells at Billy, Billy will open the door. If he tells Billy to "watch his sister" he'll do it. And so on. And when these high and mighty expectations aren't met. Neil takes them like a personal affront. That Billy's hurting him, making him angry, or possibly disobeying him on purpose.

Neil believes that Billy owes him his loyalty, and that as a son he should be dutiful and ask no questions. Neil believes that he is owed a lot from Billy... He demands that Billy apologize even though Susan says it's unnecessary. The apology truly isn't for her it's for Neil and what he believes he's owed.

Neil uses coercive language.

When Neil has Billy pinned to the wall he uses "we" statements. "What did we talked about?" As if to suggest that this topic is something that was mutually agreed upon rather than just told and yet again expected of Billy.

He then uses more pressured coercive language with an unspoken threat attached. That Billy will sacrifice his date night because he's instead going to prove what a good loving brother he is, "isn't that right Billy?"

Neil uses multiple forms of intimidation.

He mainly uses physical intimidation, entering Billy's room immediately. Using closed off or standoffish body language. He already doesn't believe what Billy is going to say no matter what it is. When Billy eventually does something that Neil finds worthy of biting onto and becoming fully aggressive with he then relies on full eye contact. It's like he hardly blinks compared to Billy and that he's trying to burn holes into him.

When Neil pulls away and it seems like the threat is dwindling Neil turns back and again leans into direct eye contact. He also becomes more tense locking his jaw.

Lastly, it seems that Neil's both promissory and ending notes of intimidation are yelling or otherwise raising his voice. He seems like he quite literally wants to be the one to have the last word. He wants to start scenarios with "or else" and end them with it too. The worst gut churning mic drop of all.

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Updating my pinned for new mgs fics UwU

How Far We’ve Come

Complete, 10k

Dave and Hal had come so far in only six years. They began their journey as friendly acquaintances, mutually dedicated to the cause of peace, but ended it as so, so much more.

Or

Five times Dave mentioned marrying Hal, and the one time Hal brought it up himself.

Fireflies

Complete, 15k

In the three years since Philanthropy’s conception, in the face of infiltration missions and gun fights and life on the run, it was truly ironic that the worst emergency they’d faced to date was appendicitis.

Blind and Frozen

Complete, 23k

As Hal watches the Discovery go down in a brilliant explosion, watches as Dave goes down with it, he imagines his future with the man he loves coming to an abrupt end. However, he simply refuses to accept their fate, and vows to save Dave at all costs. As he fights to keep them both safe from the dangers all around them, and as he races the clock against the infection brewing in Dave’s lungs, he doesn’t notice that his own time is running out.

Jupiter in the Seventh House

Complete, 47k

Six years after Solid Snake’s final mission, David retires to the relative quiet of rural North Dakota with his partner, Hal and their daughter, Sunny. Their simple life together is well-earned, and Dave is content to let it play out peacefully.

After more than a decade together, Dave is finally ready to propose to the love of his life. However, Sunny won’t let him half-ass something this important, and decides she must intervene.

Or

Five times Sunny helps Dave propose to Hal, and the one time it actually sticks.

Event Horizon

In-progress, 5.4k

Star maps written in their skin, paid for with blood and sacrifice, leading them to orbit a metaphorical black hole that neither of them desires to escape.

Or

Dave and Hal’s lives, told in snapshots via the scars they are burdened to bear.

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PINNED POST

established 23.09.24

AND HERE YOU COME;

WITH A SHIELD FOR A HEART,

╭・ AND A SWORD FOR A TONGUE.

#𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍-𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 , an independant roleplay blog for 𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 of resident evil/biohazard .

A STUDY ON : resilience | betrayal | blinding revenge | loyalty to the point of self sacrifice | retribution for the sin of hubris | always finding your way back home | being dragged down to the underworld | rediscovering your identity | fates worse than death | a not so quite big bad wolf | cursed to never forget | grief vs. memory | a raven visiting late at night | losing your sense of self

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───・✧ˎˊ˗ 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄

definition : finding someone after ,

a long time of seperation ,

╭・ rediscovery

rules under the cut , please read before interacting

───・✧ˎˊ˗ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

one . #𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍-𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 is a single-muse , independant , selective roleplay blog . I am mutuals only and I will only write with those 18 and over , but I love getting to meet new people !! i LOVE plotting and will happily welcome anything into my inbox - don't feel hesitant to drop in and ask for a plot/send in a starter meme or anything similar - I promise I don't bite ! That being said , don't be an asshole , over anon or anywhere else.

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eight . i am more than happy to accomodate if you require a different format of writing , or something similar . just message me and i will do my best .

nine . this blog is multimuse && oc friendly , i am more than happy to write with either . i am also open to writing in any setting , or aus , but my main universe is typically the resident evil canon game universe as it is at the moment .

ten . if you reblog a meme or a prompt from me , please send one in return . otherwise , please reblog them from the source . memes / inbox are the best way to start interactions with me but i don't mind doing starters .

───・✧ˎˊ˗ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

eleven . this blog is multi-ship , and i am perfectly happy to write different ships with muns , though they aren't the main focus of the blog . i will not , however , write weskertine or nemestine - though other ships are more than welcome . my jill is unlabelled , though tends to lean more towards feminine-presenting individuals . please message and ask if you would like to write any sort of ship with me . i ship chemistry , and do not do forced ships . i really , really enjoy dynamic , complex bonds , and am always down to discuss any sort of relationships , whether it be romantic , platonic , antagonistic etc !

[justsurvival]

ROUND TABLE (a character aesthetic)

muse : vierna naerth tagged by : @fruitpoem MWAH ty tagging : you, my beloved mutual who is reading this, for the character whom you most recently saved a pin on their board for

♛ MORGANA LE FAY

midnight rituals || looming shadows || the feeling of being watched || veils of mist || unrequited love || the musk of exotic herbs || silk and velvet || moonlight through twisted branches || the beauty of a storm || the weight of destiny and prophecy || a chalice that might be poisoned || healing hands

♛ LANCELOT

a noble heart || oaths of protection || a quest for redemption || heroic deeds || pine || fulfilling a role || shining silver || quiet fortitude || selfless dedication || a bountiful feast || war horses || seeking a greater calling || fatal mistakes

♛ MERLIN

whispered incantations || ethereal light || ages - old secrets || the spark of creation || ancient disputes || a hidden sanctuary || the allure of the unknown || finding balance between light and dark || opportunism || fear of unfulfilled potential

♛ GUINEVERE

the grace of a queen || jasmine || unyielding faith || the blush of a tender moment || a golden crown || poetic letters of affection || the aroma of blooming roses || the glow of candlelight || a radiant smile || lavender || wise eyes || eternal love

♛ KING ARTHUR

unity, at whatever cost || an overwhelming presence || battle cries || noble sacrifice || enduring legacy || a grand vision for the future || the balance between justice and mercy

♛ GAWAIN

unwavering loyalty || strength in humility || the glow of a warm hearth || old traditions || chivalric valor || a canopy of trees || wisdom gained from trials || being one's own worst enemy || bearing a heavy conscience || a sense of duty to protect the innocent || hooves on a woodland path || the scent of leather and steel

[niennandil-me-writes]

Ouroboros

CN: gore, consensual/romanticized violence, cannibalism, dementia/rabies analogies, exposed organs, can be read as suicide

[Commission for @noxachi. Qin belongs to them.]

These things are true: The world is ending. The world has been ending for a while. The world is at the culmination of ending right now.

These things they know: They are each other’s world.

Everything else has fallen away like the meaningless background noise they had slowly realized it to be. No places, no time, no sound, the only thing they perceive is the other’s body, and the other’s voice in their head, calling them closer, whispering sweet words of desire and desperation. They have forgotten how to talk. They have forgotten a lot, but nothing that matters.

You’re mine, Teo says, and it sounds like Make me yours.

I am yours, Qin says, and means Be mine.

An outsider would have taken them for human beasts, driven to madness by the approaching apocalypse, now lost in an endless fight where they viciously attack each other until one lies dead on the ground, body torn and broken while the winner devours their flesh, only for them to rise again after a while and immediately resume the fight. They might have thought, rather foolishly, that this behavior was motivated by a mutual hatred.

Someone who knew them would notice the awe in their eyes as they look at each other, the joy beneath the sadism in their laughter, and the love with which they cradle the other’s corpse in their arms, and that the desire that makes them rend and chew and swallow each other’s flesh is a deeper hunger than anything bodily. 

That person might weep at seeing them like this, maybe remembering what they don’t: Who they used to be. What they lost. That they are now so far gone they are not even aware of the world ending.

This onlooker would be an even greater fool, unable to see what they see, feel what they feel, twice even, once for themself, then for the other. And what do they care if the world is ending, when their world is ending and beginning anew every time one of them falls?

Theirs is a love language written in blood and yelled in screams and gasps and moans of pain. Their embraces so close they leave scars. Kisses so deep they taste of flesh. A love so greedy and so selfless, giving each other all of them and taking everything as well, not being satisfied until they are utterly, completely, one.

To him they are the altar he’d pray at, and the deity he’d pray to, if he’d ever been a religious man, if he cared about anything but Qin. To them he is their executioner, the knife that slits their throat to sacrifice them, to drink their blood and eat their flesh. And at the same time, he is their pet, their puppy, their attack dog, who they feed of their own flesh, who bites their hand, and who obeys their every command, no matter if that command is kill, or die for me.

They are no longer running away, he is no longer chasing them. Too strong is the desire for the other’s touch. Together they are sprawled on the ground, him pinning them down, them pulling him closer. His fingers find their way into their hair, tangling and tearing at the matted mess that used to be the color of moonlight but he has turned into a blood moon.

Teo, Qin calls for him, and he remembers that that is his name. He looks down at them, into their eyes, and then he is drawn towards them as if by gravity. His mouth smears bloody kisses over their naked skin, trailing black veins barely visible beneath the blood and gore. Kissing becomes biting becomes tearing and rending flesh until his teeth meet their bones, and they both moan with pleasure. 

Now their hands are in his hair, even dirtier than theirs, guiding his head exactly where they want him. He follows obediently. Their fingers wander to his face, scratching his bearded jaw while he chews on them.

Puppy.

From them it sounds just like his name. 

Closer.

He puts his hand to a wound and slips his fingers inside them, caressing them from within. He can feel the pain he inflicts, blood gushing from his own body just as much as theirs, but only when they utter a whimper does he join in with a soft scream. There’s nothing in this world that makes him feel what doing this to them does.

Closer!

Two hands in a big wound on their stomach, and he starts ripping them open. Exposed organs in front of him make his breath go heavy. He can feel something fall out of himself, and onto Qin, blood and viscera mixing. They are one.

I love you.

Neither of them knows which of them said it. It doesn’t matter.

Their hands reach for his chest. Nails digging under skin, ripping aside flesh. He whimpers as they hold his heart in one hand, looking up at him in a mix of delirium and fascination.

He cups their chin in his hand. Tilts his head in question. There are no words left to him. There is only them.

This… you are so beautiful. A smirk splits their face. Their fingers play with his heart. I wish this moment would last forever. 

He trembles from their touches and words. Takes their other hand in his and kisses it, then bites off their finger. They giggle. They understand.

Then they say: Let us end now, sweetheart. Like this. In this perfect moment.

I love you, Qin. This time, it does come from him. I am yours. And he leans down, so they are skin to skin, and teeth to flesh. Rending and tearing, chewing and swallowing.

Devouring. Being devoured.

Until there is nothing left.

Until there is only them.

The world might end tomorrow.

Qin and Teo end today.

[walkeddeath]

WALKEDDEATH - a writing blog ft. original character & lore

the veil manifested, doomed narratives, self sacrifice / self haunting / self destruction, changing your fate, being dead since the beginning, holding on to hope even when it burns, inescapable immortality, cosmic entities, concepts of life and death and what exists in between, loving in spite of the way that things are, and what exists beyond eternity.

affiliated with walkedfire .

also featuring getslashed , americanedpsycho , edensrib , klaeus , razedhell , + more.

primarily plot based • severely slow activity • twenty-three + only

by kaie. est. 2012

* do not follow first unless we are already mutuals.

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[anonymousdanganronpaconfessions]

He did give it a fight, but he did not intend to win that fight at all. Even in something Hajime doesn't seem to really pick up on, it seems to me he was feeding him clues. Towards the end, when Hajime is debating him about whether or not he could've pressed Nekomaru's power button, he says he couldn't have gotten behind him and Hajime needed to "surpass his human limitations" to pin him as the killer. He used his hamsters to get behind Nekomaru, which was him surpassing his own human limitations. This is a skill he REVEALS to the whole class, he doesn't keep this fact secret.

He even has a particularly lovely line about how "you cannot find peace without sacrifice anywhere," fully intending himself to be sacrificed. I don't doubt that he would've played along had his classmates accused someone else, but he accepted being caught in a dignified manner and didn't intend to frame anyone like Sayaka did. Though, his plan could've potentially created an unsolvable murder if it had all gone perfectly, or someone else could've been easily accused and he would've had an alibi.

Gundham does call his classmates his foes, but that's only because they quite literally are about to kill him. He's accepted that he will be executed before Hajime even does the final stuff and calls the voting time himself. Monokuma is even bored of the trial because of how Gundham admits to it.

After the voting, he CORRECTS Hajime and says that he battled Nekomaru to the death, a mutually agreed upon duel instead of Nekomaru running or calling for help. He won the battle, but wouldn't have minded if he lost, because he truly believed sitting in the funhouse waiting to starve to death was pathetic.

I dunno why I'm dying on this hill on an anonymous confession blog, but I do truly believe both Gundham and Sayaka had valid motivations and are on equal levels of morality.

-Fandemic

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[gemstarstarlight]

From the pews

Welcome, God.

I sit in church. Week by week, I endure. I listen, I understand; I try to understand the perspectives, the worldviews, of a people that are increasingly not like me.

I hear people say that God’s design is families, that God works in families. That single people exist, and God has provision for that, but the main story of the Bible is families. That ultimately God designs for us to be in families, and that means marriage and children.

I think of God working in a highly patriarchal society where a woman was truly safer married than single, where everyone came from a family (where blood family was very important but could also could mean member of a household, a servant of a family or a second cousin of a patriarch or any number of things that were bigger than just the initial top family unit), where divorce would be worse for everyone involved and the woman was immediately vulnerable, where being a widow was a terrible fate for women because they couldn’t provide for themselves, and many of the passages on singleness in the Bible are in the New Testament where it was a bit more safe and normal for people to be single and devoted to God.

I think of Adam and Eve, childless before the Fall.

I think of the pages in the Bible God put in about slavery, where slavery was a practice in the Bible, but in God’s initial design for Israel (that Israel frequently failed in) it was temporary, treated like an indentured servant, and it was only for specific circumstances and not to be born into. I think of how slaves were given rights, rights that weren’t seen in any other culture at the time. I think of the more broad and more easy-to-interpret-as-bad ideas about slavery (that slaveowners in America absolutely took advantage of without realizing that slavery outlined in Leviticus wasn’t racially motivated or permanent or assumed subhumanity) were actually in the New Testament, in a culture that was Greco-Roman, distinctly not Israelite or following the laws outlined in the Torah, and there was little slaves could do to not be in their position. I think about how God actually called the Israelites out of slavery in Exodus, which speaks much more loudly about his opinion on slavery than anything else.

I think of God, working in cultures regardless of what they value most and what they consider normal, understanding we have preconceptions about how the world works and putting in structures and ideas so we can follow him even in an “imperfect” society with ideas we haven’t even thought to question yet.

I think of God putting revelation knowledge in our church fathers, encouraging us to follow the Bible the best way we can. I think of how many of them were single. I think of the monasteries and abbeys, men and women living in communities of singleness with each other, leading other communities to Jesus. I think about how until the Protestant Reformation, the pendulum had swung so far in the other direction that people who wanted to serve God weren’t allowed to marry, even though Peter, considered the first church father, had a wife. I think how even in Peter’s case, we only know about him being married because Jesus healed his mother-in-law, and that much more emphasis was put on his devotion to God.

I come home. I drink tea, alone in my house. I stare at the pride pin on my backpack. The mark of the single, the mark of the childless, the mark of the person who will almost certainly be unable to give her body to a husband. The orange and white and blue of those without attraction, but not without love.

I think of the sacrifice and sacrament of marriage, the intention being a mutual serving, of loving as Christ loved the church and gave his life for her, of submitting as to the Lord and not to men, of choosing to trust even if you don’t know or understand yet.

I think of the people who have loved me unconditionally. I think of the people who have encouraged me to submit my life to God, even if I don’t understand why yet and fear for the future. I think of those who have held me as I weep for the future I have lost, but tell me to trust God and that he has a place for me no matter what.

I think of the people I love and who I can care for. I think about the people I speak for, who I speak to and why.

And I wonder.

If I have devoted my life to God and gotten a sea of people who love me and who I can love in return, is that not a family?

“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families, he leads out the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭68‬:‭5‬-‭6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

[pikaflute]

sam and max 001 :^))

smiling and giggling. this got long because of autism.

when I started shipping it if I did

i think like. legally if you play the telltale games or consume any sam and max media youre required to think they're a old married couple. it's the law. i also thought they were gay when my tumblr mutuals put sam and max gay comps and art on my dash for many years. and shoutout to that one person who put max's penis on my dashboard too.

and special shout out to my friend teddy for getting me into these games we're going to be fighting in gladiatorial combat but like we'll be kissing while we do so.

my thoughts

theyre going to hell. like for real. do you know how much time i've spent thinking about them these past two months. like. i have a 6000+ word fic still brewing, two wips of ideas that i will probably not finish, and two google docs of headcanons for them. and my THREE playlists for them. here they are btw:

general s&m playlist - he let me hit cause i'm goofy as hell

sam playlist - look at my detective dawg, he's doomed by the narrative

max playlist - UNIDENTIFIED THING! BLOW IT UP NOW!!!

i have also spent so much on those sam and max figurines and the max plush. we're all lucky i haven't found keychains or pins yet to make an itabag. joking. maybe. anyway they're very cute and special to me. i love them so much and i love the way they love. im throwing pipe bombs at them

What makes me happy about them

i love the way they love. seriously, i read the comics over the weekend and they were very funny and very cute together. that whole road trip they took together was so adorable. i also love their interactions in hit the road. the lousy golfer bit is the most married they've ever been in my mind.

i just love couples who have been together for so long that their love language is funny banter. there's a part in 303 where sam finds max's brain and they immediately get into an argument because max was too loud. keep in mind sam just went through all the stops and was so broken up about losing max but they still have time to do this. in 304 before max turns into a monster he fucks with sam. it's really funny.

love them so much. sam throwing max out a window is a declaration of love to me.

What makes me sad about them

im under the impression that telltale games still needs to be tried in court for episode 305. like treason. TREASON. anyway post 305, they're together again (yay) but things have to be different right. like this new max does things differently than what our max did and it's making sam question if this is right. like is this really helping him let go of max? also he feels like if he gets close to this max he'll end up losing him again as he did everything he could to save max but it ended up failing at every step of the way.

meanwhile max is bottling everything up inside because he doesn't want to think about it. when he does eventually think about it, he feels awful and feels like he killed sam and is now thinking whether or not if he should stay to not allow sam to feel anymore miserable about losing max. he doesn't want to hurt sam anymore and will sacrifice his own happiness by being with sam to do that.

anyway that fic should be done soon. looking at you autistically

things done in fanfic that annoys me

surprisingly: ive only read like two sam and max fanfics (that were about them specifically, i read my lovely friend teddy's stuff because we're soul bonded) and one of them is my own draft. i think just in general, they should already be married in the fic. like even post 305 they should like get married again. sam and max have been married ever since max got one of those spider rings from sam at age 5.

things I look for in fanfic

i think they should be annoying. and in love. that's it. actually also give sam a hug max, please. please he needs a hug after the shit in season 3.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other

i'm under the impression that they need to be a couple or else. like the world is going to collapse if they don't get hitched 50 times. also i don't think anyone else is right for them besides each other.

but. i have an image for this. do you get it. walk with me.

My happily ever after for them

not living in new york for one. but seriously, i think a lot of people imagine them retiring at some point, but honestly i think they would be freelance police until the end. they just love to do what they do: sam because he loves to be a detective and be with max and max because he loves to be the "long arm of the law" aka shoot people and be with sam. when they do die they're gonna terrorize hell too. you will never separate them ever again.

if they ever retire however, they are living in new jersey for my sake. i hate new york.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

"oh wouldnt sam be the big spoon because hes like 6 feet?" yeah but max is like a cunt. he tries spooning sam and sam lets him because he's a) tired and b) doesn't want to get bit right now. half way through the night sam either rolls onto max or max wants to be cuddled instead and max tries to get sam to change positions and wake up and sam ignores him because he knew this was going to happen because it happens literally every night.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity

throwing rocks at each other. but also i think they really like doing any silly shit together. watching movies together but making fun of them. playing poker and max shooting the cards when he loses (which is often). them playing video games together and max breaking his controller because he lost (also happens often). them goofing off on cases. going to a diner for dinner and annoying everyone there. they just love to spend time together with one another. its so cute.

[bthump]

I saw that one really long tumblr ask involving Casca and Griffguts so I wanted to add a different perspective. At this point from a narrative standpoint I am personally more annoyed with how Casca was treated after the eclipse than during the eclipse. The eclipse was an event specifically designed to put the band of the hawk through the worst suffering possible so the horrible stuff that happened to Casca had a purpose. What I don't like is that Casca's regression was never used as an opportunity to explore more of her character. Even if she had regressed to the point of a two year old she would've still had noticeable personality traits. Something as simple as giving her a favorite color or an object she really likes would've made so much of a difference in that regard. It would've made people reading the manga after the eclipse a little more sympathetic to Casca because they truly got to see bits of her. She clearly had basic emotions and instincts during her regression but it sucks that was never built upon.

Although I enjoy Gutsca, Golden Age Griffguts and Golden Age Griffgutsca I think Gutsca would be the best one to make canon. At this point I think Griffith has destroyed too much of himself to get the love he had wanted from Guts (and especially not from Casca if some interpretations are to be believed). In the canon of Berserk it wouldn't be fair for Guts to be with a man who traumatized him so completely unless the writers wanted to make a dark character study. At least with Casca they can mutually heal from the scars the sacrifice left. And even then Guts still has more growing to do if he doesn't want to destroy himself like Griffith did. It's honestly quite sad.

Also I really don't understand why people discredit the female characters of Berserk so much??? Even if there are hiccups in Casca's story she, Farnese and Charlotte are like my favorite characters in the series. They're all so well designed from a narrative perspective and they're also all just pretty neat. It's just sad that people in the fandom victim blame Casca. Or define her based off of Griffith or Guts. If anything her potential personal arc should culminate in her gaining more self esteem.

Yeah I get that, I think Casca's "character" post-Eclipse has been absolutely dismal writing, and honestly those are some good ideas for how the writing could've been imporved. I hate the regression concept in general, but it's true that it doesn't mean Casca needs to have absolutely no characterization beyond generic sexy baby and maternal instincts lol.

And tbf I don't think very many griffgutsers expect Guts and Griffith to end up together in a romantic capacity - a homoerotic emotional revelation followed by death seems to be the going theory in my circle at least, and that's what I'm pinning my hopes on. But when it comes to fanfic and headcanons, griffguts is straight up a lot more fun to me, so that's what I focus on.

Plus for me personally I'm not super interested in what the characters deserve, so I like the love still irrationally being there regardless of the Eclipse and Griffith's transformation, and I do think that's canon - platonic love at least. Guts' feelings are mixed, and the Beast of Darkness taunts him for longing for Griffith, and he still misses human Griffith, etc, and I think that suits the tone of the story very well. I don't think a happily ever after is likely to come from it, but a moment of catharsis where those feelings are untangled and likely still requited to an extent before a climactic death scene sounds right up my alley.

But yk, to each their own, there's room for a lot of different takes in the fandom.

As far as the female characters go, I think they're better than a lot of female characters in similar stories tbf, and I definitely love a lot of them, but I do think they're sometimes awkwardly written, and sometimes in misogynist ways (eg Casca's retconny suicide attempt, Farnese's total 180 from complicated fucked up pyromanic to caretaker after one montage, the vast majority of Berserk's women being motivated by crushes on men, etc). There's lots to love, but also lots to feel annoyed by imo, depending on what you're focused on, so I can't blame anyone who wants to complain about how Miura writes women, and I can't blame anyone who wholeheartedly loves the female characters either.

Anyway thanks for sharing your opinions as a counterpoint, it's good to hear different + thoughtful points of view, whether I agree with everything or not!

[discipulusmaleficus]

✵ IF You are still accepting, for anyone that tickles ur fancy

@scxrytxles - impressions meme!

ALICE.

Their first impression of your muse: Oh that thing's weird. Might as well investigate.

Current impression: Most trusted and appreciated of Friends.

Are they attracted to your muse?: She's cute!

Something they find frightening about your muse: Have you SEEN her doing magic

Something they find adorable about your muse: Her hair and her clothes and the way she talks and the way she moves and again, she's cute

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yeah.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: Yeah.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Idiosyncratic, politely.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No, because she would probably just act sad about it. And he doesn't want her to leave again.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Yeah.

NIL.

Their first impression of your muse: Why are you Looking at me like that. if you start Diagnosing me I am going to shove your head into a blender

Current impression: Excellent blood mage and complete fucking lunatic who goes around giving free help to Just Anyone, apparently. and also like. some kind of Authority Figure you can form a mutual friendship with and whose love and support isn't contingent on you doing exactly the right thing at all times?? he doesn't know what you'd call that, it's wild

Are they attracted to your muse?: Not particularly. Is nursing more fanboyish admiration and deferential respect than he'd like to own up to.

Something they find frightening about your muse: If Nil stops helping him for any reason, he's pretty sure he's fucked. Still Does Not Like incomprehensible medical devices.

Something they find adorable about your muse: Quilts!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Probably. Gets the feeling Nil would prevent that from happening.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: Sure, he can go Do Things. (Nil's only sometimes embarrassing to be around in public.)

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Unbearable. <3

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: He'd punch him again! Just for fun.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Has hugged him. Feels kind of self-conscious about initiating it.

LEWIS.

Their first impression of your muse: Oh This Guy Is So Cool. This Has To Be The Coolest And Prettiest Guy Here. Hello Your Aura Is So Shiny. I Like Your Piercings. Can I Sit Here And Look At Your Face. Can I Touch Your Fa

Current impression: I hate you. You're the most important person in the universe. I need to set something on fire.

Are they attracted to your muse?: kal vc: haha not at all <3

Something they find frightening about your muse: He keeps letting his guard down -- even as he becomes increasingly aware that this man could literally bite his hand off -- and he's not sure why. Also he's full of Bugs now and we know how Kal feels about that

Something they find adorable about your muse: Those lip studs bobbing up and down. Bioluminescence. Likes teaching him words.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes. ರ⁠_⁠ರ

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: Sure.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: …Difficult.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: And worse~.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Yes.

CHESTER.

Their first impression of your muse: Hey so why are you covered in stitches and also a cat? Please tell me about this in great detail. …No? OK.

Current impression: Fine? Kind of uptight. Not sure what his issue is, the safety pin thing was weeks ago c'mon

Are they attracted to your muse?: Nah. Too skinny.

Something they find frightening about your muse: He's a Large Predator and also actually understands the legal system.

Something they find adorable about your muse: Chasing of small woodland creatures. :3

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Not particularly likely.

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: That sounds like it would annoy Chester immensely. So sure.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Kitten. >:3

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Feels no particular need to. Doesn't think it would get much of a reaction.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: That also sounds like it would annoy Chester immensely.

TESSA.

Their first impression of your muse: Bitch.

Current impression: Bitch.

Are they attracted to your muse?: UNFORTUNATELY.

Something they find frightening about your muse: Half of his support network is in love with and/or works for her. He doesn't know how to make her stay dead.

Something they find adorable about your muse: Well. He'd like to see her in panic attack mode again~.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: She's one of the few people he's still tempted to murder. (:

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: In a manner of speaking. Well, if he's ever in fighting form again.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Bitch. Stubborn.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Mhm.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Seems foolhardy.