#then I was done drawing a good two orbs

[idrawgaystffs]

Bored? Do a value thing and then draw some spheres!

-my brain every time I sit down to work

[josephquinnswhore]

the day your heart stops yearning - pedro pascal x female reader

summary: pedro is tired of the two of you dancing around your feelings for each other.

word count: 1.2k

content warnings: bitta jealously, insecurity from reader, mentions of sex, suggestive comments etc. Pedro is the loml I swear these new pictures have altered my brain chemistry.

Wrapping the towel around yourself tightly, you sit down as your swimsuit soaks through the material. Hair dripping wet and skin cooled down from the sea water. Pedro looked incredible, his hair wet and curly. Droplets of water running down his toned chest.

His board shorts tighten and stick to his thighs and crotch. Swallowing thickly, you help him put his sling back on to support his shoulder injury.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” His voice calls to you softly, drawing you out of your thoughts, every time you were with Pedro, you seemed to be lost in them. Somewhere far away from him.

There’s a moment's hesitation where you process what he’s said, reeling yourself back to the serenity around you. The two of you are on a small boat, surrounded by clear blue water, bright and mirroring the clearness of the sky. Not a cloud in sight.

There’s a formation of an unnaturally curved rock, shaped by erosion, perhaps the gods. The sight would’ve been worthy of such creation. Pedro was wearing nothing but his multi-coloured board shorts, and a deep blue sling.

“That doesn’t even come close to it. I can't describe how it feels to be here.”

With you.

But the words are lost, dying on the tip of your tongue as they had many times before. More often than not the two of you had done this, your own separate outing together aside from everyone, co-stars and friends.

“How’s your shoulder feeling?” The concerned murmur is met with a smile that he reserved for you. All teeth baring and eye wrinkles exposing themselves, the smile that reaches his eyes. His deep brown orbs aren’t much to be seen now, eyes squinted as he laughs.

“You’re worrying about me at a place like this?” He tilts his head, the one curl from his messy brown mop of hair falls onto his forehead, and he runs his hand through it, pushing the hair back off his skin.

He’d always found a way to lighten the mood, sending some kind of solemnness emitting from you today, he knew you better than anyone. The feeling had his insides clenching with anxiety.

It had been happening for years, the two of you having some unspoken moments where you couldn’t deny that there was a connection between you, something so effortless and heart wrenching at the same time. So many unspoken words and almost confessions.

“Hey,” he draws you out of your head again, lost in the fog of heartache and doubt.

He looked so good with Connie, that’s all you’d thought about since you’d flown to Malta with Pedro. They seemed so perfect for each other—the way he looked at her while he filmed their shared scenes. It felt real.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m just thinking about some things.” It was easy to brush off, or to pretend to anyway.

“Since when do you keep things from me? Somethings going on with you, come on, spill your heart to me honey.” Meeting his gaze, the brown orbs suck you into an intoxicating familiarity of the love you so desperately crave.

“Can this wait? I don’t want to ruin all of this.” Gesturing to the view, the lapping sound of the water against the side of the boat, the gentle rocking sensation sends your stomach spiralling into more unease.

“You aren’t ruining anything, talk to me.” Setting his can of beer down, he shuffles closer to you, placing his hand on your exposed thigh. “Talk to me.” He pleads again.

“I miss you.” The simply utter broke the silence between you, cutting through the background noise.

He knew what you meant. There hadn’t been much time for the two of you to see each other. Between filming for Gladiator II and the new Fantastic Four franchise. Yet—he knew it ran deeper than that.

You missed the picnics, the shared gazes of knowing and mutual love. The late night dancing and his hands running through your hair, the two of you unable to let go of one another.

The sex you miss, too. But not nearly enough as you crave for his skin on your own, for his hand in yours and his heart in your hands.

“Oh, sweetheart���“ he sounds so sweet, so sincere, but you cut him off anyway.

“Pedro.. don’t. We don’t need to do this today.”

He stares at you, wondering what’s happening in that head of yours.

“You know how I feel about you, right?” He murmurs, tracing unnamed shapes over your skin.

“I suppose so.” All he gets is an uncertain shrug from you.

He frowns, the stress lines on his face appear on his forehead. “My heart is yours, sweetheart.” He utters your name softly, fingers leaving your thigh to caress your cheek.

“What’s it matter how we feel? We can’t be together. You practically are married to the entire internet and it’s not practical for us to date.” Finally, he was getting to the root of it all.

“Fuck being practical,” he murmurs. “Tell me how you feel, just say it to me, I’ll do right by you.”

It feels like your throat is swelling up, preventing you from uttering the words you’ve longed to tell him for years. Somehow, you blurt them out in an anxious whisper.

“I love you.”

Before you could process the admittance of your love, he had pressed his own lips softly against yours. It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d kissed, but this time felt more authentic.

Your fingers caress his face, his facial hair tickles your fingers as you hold him against you, his nose is pressed into your cheek and it’s a little awkward. But your heart is pounding erratically in this moment, eyes closed and focusing on the feeling of his lips, his hand clutches the back of your neck.

After a few moments, he pulls away from you, pupils blown wide take up most of the mass around the deep brown iris. “I love you,” the whisper in return was made against your lips, his nose against your own.

“Tell me you’re mine, that we’re going to do this properly.” He pleads, he’s too close for you to look at anything but his eyes. The pleading gaze of hope in them.

“I want that, want you.”

The words aren’t lost on him, the entire afternoon is spent in seclusion, the two of you holding each other, kissing and wrapped around each other as if you were two halves of a whole.

Your fingers are white, lathered in sunscreen as you apply the substance on Pedro’s back. “We really should’ve done this hours ago.” You scold lightly, to which he laughs, shaking his head.

As you trace his back while you’re applying the sunscreen, making sure to cover all the freckles on his skin, and his arms as you trail down. Fingers running up the muscled limb as you return to the base of his neck to give a light massage.

He’s not subtle when it comes to how you made him feel, a loud breathy groan escapes his lips.

“Feel good?” The purr turns his cheeks red—he turns to you.

“Such a tease. If we weren’t in public you’d be in trouble.”

“Maybe we should head back to the hotel now then?”

He perks at your suggestion. The corner of his lip tugs upward in a slight smirk. Pleased with the idea of having you all to himself.

“My girls just got all the right ideas, don’t she?”

My girl—his girl. After years of pining and yearning over more from him, he’s given you the chance you’d dreamed of.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Oh..I think you’re holding the heart of mine..

Characters: Solivan Brugmansia/gn!reader

Cw: fluff, mentions of marriage, crushes, love at first sight (?), mentions of kidnapping, yandere themes…

A/n: This is based off day two of The kid at the back :] hope you guys enjoy!

(E/c) eyes lingered across the room, trying to distract themselves from the crimson orbs that stared at their figure, drawing it with a smile. Portraits aren’t that difficult when you know how to draw, except, their skills were quite rough, unlike Sol who was nearly finishing it, looking back and forth between y/n and his paper. Blush covered part of his cheeks, placing his sketchbook down while locking eyes with them

“Is it done?” Y/n asked, sighing as the bell rung across the hallway

“Not yet, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow” He responded with a soft smile, one they’ve rarely seen the times they saw him.

Going their separate ways, y/n found their group in the hallway making small talk as they arrived. It wasn’t long until Sol and his friend appeared, chatting as Sol’s gaze landed on them. Feeling a bit curious, Y/n excuses themselves, parting away from their friends while approaching Sol.

“You must be Y/n! Sol’s told me about you..he’s right, you are kind of cute..” The guy before them spoke while chuckling as Sol sighed, blushing while glaring at his friend

“Anyways, I’m Hyugo! We were just about to eat lunch on the roof, would you like to join?” Y/n looked back briefly at their group. Perhaps something different wouldn’t be so bad today. Crowe however, noticed their sudden disappearance, his sad gaze lingered as they left with the two boys walking across the small corridor.

“I’d love to..!” Hyugo chuckled as the three of them headed towards the roof. Upon arrival, Sol handed Hyugo a bento box filled with his favorite food. It didn’t take long for them to dig in as Y/n looked around the roof, admiring the city and the view it provided.

“Have you eaten yet, y/n?” Sol inquired, staring at their hands that fidgeted around their shirt. ‘hm, cute’ he thought. The sudden question returned them back to reality while answering.

“I didn’t get to eat anything but it’s okay, I’ll grab something later-“ Before they could finish their sentence, Solivan had already taken out the other box he had saved for later.

“I made three boxes today, just in case Hyugo’s appetite was insatiable so..you can take it”

“Are you sure? I mean..” Without any hesitation, Sol had already opened up the lunch box, handing them the tasty food he prepared while smiling, reaching for some utensils.

“You made this all by yourself? It looks so good..!” Y/n praised, taking the utensils Sol provided for them as Hyugo chimed in, swallowing his food gently while speaking

“Sol’s cooking is the best! He’d make a good househusband, don’t you think?” Hearing this, Sol blushed after seeing them nod, maybe being a househusband for Y/n wouldn’t be such a terrible idea after all..

“I think so too, maybe even one day, we could get married as well” They half-joked, watching as Solivan’s smile widened, taking hold of Y/n’s hand and bringing it forth, kissing their knuckles gently

“I’d..love that, no one could ever keep us apart.” Y/n’s eyes drifted to Sol’s gaze, watching as he pressed his cheek against their hand lovingly. Hyugo was nowhere to be seen as the bell rang. After packing everything up, Sol’s hand remained intertwined with their own

“Me and Hyugo were thinking of ditching class, he wanted to see a movie..what do you think?” Upon reaching the corridor, Y/n turned, facing Sol’s body that nearly towered over theirs while leaning forward

“I..-” Looking back at the door of their next class and Crowe who had suddenly exited the room,y/n nodded “-Fuck it, let’s skip.” With that, Sol escorted them towards their secret escape place, not bothered by the glare Crowe had given him as they left.

Due to Hyugo’s request to see the latest movie in theaters, the trio arrived at the cinema shortly after. The movie itself was great, though all y/n could think about was how close Sol was, his arm in their own while sharing popcorn and some small talk. Solivan was over the moon as he walked with them around the nearby park, Hyugo had retuned home afterwards, saying something along the lines of “I’ll leave you two lovebirds be, see you tomorrow” was spoken from his behalf.

The afternoon sun had already settled down, as colder it got, a shiver ran down Y/n’s spine. Sol noticed this, feeling a bit saddened by the fact he couldn’t lend them one of his jackets. Instead, he opted on holding their hand once again until the remainder of the walk to their apartment. Sol already dreaded the look of their place, if only he could take his beloved back to his home, maybe that way he wouldn’t have to worry for any creepy onlookers. As y/n took their keys from their bag, Sol quietly wished for their lips to mest in a kiss before they would lart ways. In that same moment, they leaned forward, kissing his cheek while entering their apartment

“Thank you for today, hopefully we’ll spend more outings like this soon..!”

“Like a date?” He chimed in, making them chuckle while tilting towards him. Their gaze flickered between his eyes and lips

“I wouldn’t oppose to such idea..goodnight Sol, text me when you arrive home” With a nod, Sol bid his goodbyes and left the apartment complex, his heart racing softly while replaying tge memory of their lips caressing his cheek

“Soon..soon enough you’ll be able to see just how much I adore you, my pumpkin”

[thebettybook]

The hunter who reached for the star

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Characters: OPLA (One Piece Live Action) Roronoa Zoro x Straw-Hat-Crew-Member!gn!reader. This fic is written in Zoro’s point of view

Summary: Reader gets an idea to draw portraits of the Straw Hat crew. While the other crew members make the portrait sessions fun and chaotic, Zoro takes it as a chance to spend more time with Reader

Warnings: Mild cursing from Zoro. Sanji cheekily references the “draw me like one of your French girls” line from Titanic for laughs. Other than that, all fluff

Strawbetty’s notes: Y’all were so sweet with my OPLA Zoro crush headcanons post so here’s a oneshot as my thanks :)🫶

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Zoro sat at the far right end of the tiny dining table in the Going Merry’s kitchen. Despite being surrounded by his fellow Straw Hats, Zoro had his eyes closed and his arms loosely crossed in front of his torso.

Like at most mealtimes, the other crew members were far too engaged in their lively chatter and harmless bickering to notice that Zoro was trying to sleep.

Instead of dozing off, Zoro could only think about the conversation he had with you last night—how the two of you, both unable to fall asleep, gazed up at the stars.

Every word, every sensation, replayed in his mind—from the midnight waves that lulled the ship to the way his name softly rolled off your tongue like a siren’s song—

“Zoro.”

He heard you call his name at the table, pulling him from his recollections. His thin, dark eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t crack his eyes open. He was too tired to do so.

“Zoroooo!” Luffy stretched his neck from his seat at the head of the table to the end of the table where Zoro sat. The captain didn't hesitate to place his mouth right next to Zoro's left ear. “WAKE UP!”

Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed just a bit as Luffy’s voice pierced his ears. The stoic swordsman opened his eyes, his brown orbs glittering with annoyance. “I’m awake.”

Luffy cackled before snapping his head back in place and turning his attention back to his breakfast of potato bacon soup with a loaf of bread.

“Good morning, Zoro,” your smile, albeit sheepish, eased Zoro’s fatigue a bit. “We were talking about how it would be nice to have official portraits of ourselves, so I offered to draw everyone’s portraits after we all finish eating.”

“I’ll practice my poses!” Usopp chimed in, comically pursing his lips and sucking in his cheekbones to appear like a model. “You know what I always say, if I didn’t join this crew, I would’ve been a model by now.”

“Sure you would’ve,” Zoro couldn’t help but respond with his usual sarcasm, earning him an offended look amped up for dramatics from Usopp.

“Would you like to have your portrait drawn, too, Zoro?” You leaned forward with your elbows resting on the table, giving him a hopeful smile.

Even though Zoro didn’t really care for having his portrait done, and even though he would usually say “no” at any given chance to anyone concerning anything, there was no way Zoro could say “no” to you.

Plus, you drawing his portrait would mean the two of you would get to spend more quality time together. No way would Zoro pass up that chance.

“Mm,” Zoro answered, his voice rumbling an octave lower due to his drowsiness. “I’ll go last.”

Despite Zoro’s nonchalant attitude, his heartbeat quickened when he saw your smile widen.

— — — — —

The setting you chose was a blue-and-white-striped seating area between two rectangular ivory windows in the main room that provided the area with ample lighting from the sun outside.

Zoro watched you pull up a chair a few feet away in front of the seating area for you to sit on while you would draw your portraits. As you placed your drawing papers and pencils on the pool table next to you, Zoro made his way to the far corner of the room to rest on a cushioned bench underneath a circular window.

With one leg propped up, Zoro shifted to get comfortable on the bench and rested his left arm across his torso.

Finally. Zoro shut his eyes, but his ears couldn't shut out the voices of everyone around him.

The first person you drew was Luffy, who would ask you a fleet of questions like “What do you think we’re gonna see at the next island?” or “Wanna know about the craziest dream I had last night?”.

As much as Zoro was (endearingly) used to Luffy’s enthusiasm by now, Zoro contemplated leaving to get some peace and quiet in his own room. He was about to open his eyes and do so before he heard your laugh.

“Luffy! Stop changing your face!” You giggled at how Luffy stretched his mouth out a mile wide.

“What? I’m trying to give you the biggest smile I can!” Luffy’s words jumbled together with his mouth still wide open, only making you laugh more.

That melodic laugh of yours was one Zoro could listen to all day and night no matter how tired he was. He continued to sit on the bench, but his eyes were now open and fixed on you and the rest of the crew around you.

The next person you drew was Usopp, who kept twisting and turning his face and body in hopes of looking like a supermodel.

“Just relax, Usopp,” you chuckled, putting your pencil down.

“I can’t relax,” Usopp threw his head back dramatically. “I’m Usopp, Supermodel of the Seven Seas. Make sure to get both of my good sides.”

Pfft. Zoro let out an amused huff under his breath at the same time you rolled your eyes at Usopp, who simply shot you a cheesy grin.

After Usopp was Sanji, who took off his pink chef’s apron from making brunch to don his usual black suit blazer over a striped blue dress shirt and black pants.

The first thing Sanji did was lay sideways on the couch with his body facing towards you. He propped an elbow up and rested the side of his head on his palm.

“Draw me like one of your French girls,” the cheeky chef winked at you, snickering at his own playfulness that betrayed his flirty facade.

“If you say that again, I’m throwing you overboard with nothing to save you but a door to float on,” you threatened, but you couldn’t help but cackle.

Your portrait session with Sanji couldn’t end soon enough. Zoro felt his usual mild annoyance towards the cook grow as he watched you and Sanji exchange popular references like they were your and Sanji’s inside jokes.

Luckily for Zoro, in a matter of minutes, you finished Sanji’s portrait and began drawing Nami. The Straw Hat’s navigator sat straight with perfect posture, and donned a sincere smile that softened her usual serious expression.

While Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji already had their portraits done, they stayed to hang out. The three of them pulled up chairs to the pool table, each taking one of your extra drawing papers and pencils to draw something of their own.

Luffy and Usopp’s eyes were fixed on their papers. Zoro guessed with a small smile that Luffy was probably drawing something food-related while Usopp was probably drawing himself.

Sanji, on the other hand, had his gaze fixed on Nami. Sanji was skilled and swift with his pencil strokes as he was with a chef’s knife, and anyone who looked at him at that moment would see a smile of genuine admiration on his face as he studied Nami.

Zoro turned his attention from the others back to you. He noted the way your gaze would shift between your paper and Nami as you sketched her.

He also noticed the slight pout your lips formed when you were completely in your element, focused on capturing the subject onto your paper.

The six of you fell into comfortable silence, and Zoro chose not to make any large movements as he basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun that glimmered into the room through the windows.

It was a rare moment like this where the entire crew was together in one room, not laughing or bickering or talking, but simply enjoying each other’s presence.

— — — — —

Zoro didn’t hesitate to get off the bench and make his way over to you once you handed Nami her portrait. He rotated one of his arms, trying to get out any kinks from his shoulder blades.

Unfortunately for Zoro, Sanji was the first to notice him.

“Looks like someone didn’t get enough beauty sleep in time for his portrait,” Sanji teased, earning a mild glare from Zoro.

The rest of the crew chortled in good nature, and before Zoro could respond with a biting comeback, you blurted out, “Zoro always looks good, though.”

Zoro barely had time to register what you just said, even when you covered your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

Sanji, Usopp, and Nami quickly displayed all-knowing smirks on their faces, while Luffy piped up, “Sanji, I’m hungry and I wanna eat a snack.”

Zoro subtly sucked in the inside of his right cheek to stop himself from smiling at your statement right then and there. If he smiled, he’d never hear the end of it from the others.

“Ok, everyone who’s had their portraits done, out,” you turned your back to the crew, fumbling with your pencils and papers on the pool table. “And yes, go eat snacks or something.”

“Ok!” Nami, Usopp, Sanji, and Luffy all saluted you at the same time. The first three shared a mischievous look before all four of them skedaddled out of the room.

Once they all left, Zoro’s lips eased into the smallest of soft smiles as he made his way to stand next to you.

Zoro couldn’t decide between saying “Hey” or “What’s up?” to sound cool now that the two of you were alone, so he bent down slightly, peering at the portraits you drew of Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji that they had forgotten to take with them.

Zoro didn’t know much about art, nor did he have much of an eye for it, but even he could tell you were good at it. His eyes followed the charcoal lines of the three crew members’ features—Luffy’s scar, Usopp’s dimples, and Sanji’s stubble—and how perfectly you captured them on paper.

“Nice,” Zoro murmured. His eyes moved up from the portraits to you, only to find your eyes already on him.

“Thanks,” you gave him a grateful smile, fiddling with the pencil between your fingers.

“Where do you want me to be?” Zoro straightened up, but his eyes never left yours.

“You can sit right there between the windows,” you broke his gaze and pointed to the spot.

Zoro nodded, going over to the seating area between the two windows. He removed his three swords from the leather strap at his hips to sit down.

Instead of placing his swords to the side or on the floor, Zoro wrapped his right arm around his swords, his bicep flexing as he did so.

In his natural sitting position, Zoro sat up straight, his posture perfect from years of training as a swordsman. However, he wanted to appear casual, so he rested his left leg over his right and put his left hand in his pant pocket.

“Can you draw my swords, too?” Zoro’s eyes flicked back to yours.

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled, plopping down onto your chair with a blank piece of paper and your pencil ready.

Zoro then noticed the charcoal pencil smudges that caked your fingertips. He realized that throughout all the portrait sessions, you never once took a break.

He cleared his throat. “You should take a break.”

“What for?” Your eyebrows lifted in confusion.

“Just noticed you haven’t taken a break since you began drawing us,” Zoro stated. His tone came out flat but the way his eyes softened at you conveyed his care. “Go drink some water, or wash your hands, or something.”

Zoro didn’t realize that he probably sounded more blunt than he meant to, but your eyes only flew down to your hands.

“I’m good, but thank you for thinking of me,” you cracked a huge smile. “Actually, wanna hear a fun fact about me?”

Zoro nodded. He found himself curious that you didn’t wipe away or wash off the pencil smudges on your hands yet.

“I like keeping pencil smudges on my fingers until I’m done with a drawing or an art project,” you gently rubbed one of your fingertips, but the charcoal smudges remained. “It’s like marks that show I put my best effort into what I drew.”

“I get it,” Zoro glanced down at his left palm, which had hardened over the years from calluses he gained from swordsman training. “That’s how I feel about my calluses.”

He couldn’t contain a chuckle when you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes widening with intrigue as he held out his left palm to you.

The skin of his palm was rough, battered with Zoro’s badges of honor that were his calluses. He never really looked at his calluses much, but the way you marveled at them like the stars you marveled at last night made Zoro’s chest puff up a bit with pride.

“Very cool,” you grinned, leaning back in your seat. “Are you ready to get your portrait drawn, Roronoa Zoro with the cool hand calluses?”

An easy laugh escaped Zoro’s lips as he sat up a bit and repositioned his hands to his former pose. “Yep.”

You turned your focus to your paper and pencil, and your head tilted downwards a bit as you brought your pencil down to the paper.

Before you could begin your sketching, Zoro racked his brain for anything witty or funny to say, not wanting to waste the opportunity of having this alone time with you.

“Don’t get my bad side,” Zoro joked, but his words accidentally came out as serious with the stoic expression he kept for his portrait pose.

“You don’t even have a bad side,” you murmured without hesitation, your eyes still fixed on the paper as you began drawing him.

Zoro’s lips broke into the widest grin he had on all day. He turned his head to the right in an effort to hide his flustered expression, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from turning upwards and his eyebrows from lifting.

“Shit,” Zoro mumbled as low as he could, but his growing smile and movements utterly betrayed him.

“Ack, Zoro! Don’t move!” You grumbled at him.

Zoro hid his face in his right shoulder. Both of his shoulders shook as he let out a hearty laugh.

“I’ll never get your portrait done at this rate,” you huffed.

“Good,” Zoro replied with nonchalant defiance. He turned his face back towards you, peeking at you from underneath his eyelashes as you turned your gaze back to your paper.

Zoro’s eyes first saw how the sunlight hit your face, how the gold flecks of light saturated your irises and illuminated every imperfection on your face he thought was perfect.

If Zoro could draw half as well as you could, he wouldn’t hesitate to draw you right then and there.

He wasn’t the artist, but here he was, studying you—taking in every upward quirk of your lips, every back-and-forth of your gaze from your paper to him, every movement you made—and trying his best to capture them all with the sharp pencil that was his memory.

It was only the two of you in the room, and you were only a few feet away in front of him, but Zoro couldn’t help but feel that you were so far away from him.

With the comfortable silence between you two, Zoro’s mind filled with the conversation he had with you last night.

— — — — —

“That’s Orion’s Belt,” you had pointed up to a constellation made of three stars last night. “Those three bright stars.”

Zoro turned his eyes up to follow your finger. “Who’s Orion?”

“Supposedly a demigod huntsman who passed and was placed up in the stars,” you hummed. “Wait, you’re kinda like Orion! With being a former pirate HUNTER and having THREE swords.”

Zoro brought his gaze back down from the stars to you.

“That’s a reach,” he scoffed. Zoro took a leisurely step back, the wooden floorboard of the Going Merry creaking a bit under the weight of his boots.

A crooked smirk glimmered on his face as he reached his hand up to the direction of Orion to humor you. “Literally.”

You chuckled, playfully nudging his shoulder. “Really? I thought there wasn’t anything Roronoa Zoro couldn’t do. Even reach for the stars.”

He wasn’t one to care for fluffy words or compliments, but your comment—and the way you spoke with such faith and confidence in him—sparked meteor showers in Zoro’s heart.

Zoro tried to avoid touching the back of his ears, which grew as hot as the stars. He shifted his body to rest his palms against the polished wooden railing of the Going Merry.

“Why do people like looking at things that are far away?” His eyebrows furrowed up at the stars in an attempt to change the subject.

“I think it’s because since the stars are so far away, all anyone can do is look at them and try to draw them,” you gazed up at the sky. “To capture that moment of seeing something that feels so far away from you but is so beautiful that you can’t help but want it near you.”

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Zoro remembered not really understanding your words last night about people’s fascination with stars.

He didn’t get why people would yearn for something they couldn’t have.

Now, watching you as you drew him in daylight, Zoro understood what you meant.

You were physically near him a lot, bright and warm like a star he found himself wanting to get closer to, only to be reminded of the possibility that seemed as wide as a light-year that you might not feel the same.

He was lucky and he wasn’t. He could admire you up close but he had to keep his romantic feelings for you at bay.

Wait, scratch that.

Zoro was never one to believe in luck.

At his core, he was one to never back down from a challenge—to fight for what he wanted.

He didn’t know how you felt about him other than you regarded him as a close friend like he did with you, so there was a possibility he could get rejected.

Thus, Zoro’s pride from not wanting to get hurt prevented him from outright asking you right then and there if you liked him, too.

For now, Zoro would fight his pride with every chance he could get to spend more time with you—to build up his courage to confess his feelings to you someday.

To reach for the star.

And if that meant moving and messing up during this portrait session to lengthen his time with you, he’d do it again and again.

Zoro bided his time before he decided to part his lips.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled.

“What is?” You inquired, not stopping your hand with the pencil.

“A star,” Zoro didn’t hesitate to answer, knowing his reply was so bizarre it would get your attention.

And it did, as your eyebrows scrunched together and your head flew to the sides to look for a star outside the windows or one that miraculously appeared near you and Zoro somehow.

“Which one? And where?”

A genuine chuckle escaped from his lips, turning your eyes back to his. He hoped his next words would anchor your attention on him.

“The one right in front of me.”

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SILENT PLEA

Part 1 of kinktober | main masterlist

Being a few feet away from your friends wasn’t going to stop you from seeking pleasure with your professor.

softdom!spencer x fem reader; Thigh-riding, teasing, semi-public, praise, age gap, power imbalance with teacher/student dynamic

words: 2,932

a/n: this one is dedicated to those who just wants to sit on his lap while being praised 🖤 (also i has to repost this bcs of some error it was so weird)

IT WAS HIS EYES. The rich, earthy tones of his irises with subtle flecks of amber and gold held a comforting warmth that seemed to radiate within, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You always found yourself captivated every time his gaze fell on you. It felt as if he had a secret language written in those brown orbs, one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

Or it might've been his hands. You always knew he had nice, well-kept hands but the more you examined them, the more you noticed how enticing they truly were. The size of them always surprised you, as well as the length of his fingers, but it was the veins running along the backs of his hands that really made you dry at the mouth.

Maybe it was the age difference. The mature lines on his face, those crinkle lines around his eyes whenever he smiled only adding an appeal to his appearance. And the way he carried himself with a sense of authority was definitely a factor, one that never failed to make you weak in the knees.

But perhaps it was just him. All of him. The way he stood at his tall height. The way he laughed at his own joke. The way he spoke in his lectures—the enthusiasm palpable in his voice as he explained the difference between a trigger and a stressor while mentioning he was going to put them in the finals, something he shouldn't have probably done.

It was everything about him. His unruly hair. His tailored suit. His charming smile.

And there was the way that he called you, addressing your first name in a room full of people, yet every time you were alone with him, you felt special. You were always his good girl.

"You're such a good girl for me, you know that, right?"

You knew, because every time you did as you were told, he gave you more. More than what you wanted, more than what you needed. He knew you inside and out, and as much as you hated to admit what you were doing these past couple of months was deemed inappropriate, you still couldn't help it. Everything about him made you crave more.

That was why you found yourself perched on his lap after class. It was wrong on so many levels. Not only was it unprofessional for a faculty member to be sexually involved with a student, it was also looked down upon to be in a relationship with someone almost twice your age. But temptation won over rational thoughts, and you had to admit, the professor you had a crush on ever since he introduced himself in front of the class, was really good at tempting you.

"Spence..." You sighed out, hips squirming along his lap. Each of your legs was on either side of his thigh, and you sat there, waiting for him to do something because you were desperate. How could you not when he had been eying you throughout this morning? The subtle glint of mischief wasn't lost on you when he spoke in front of you and your peers, and now that you were finally alone with him, you wanted his undivided attention.

Spencer's hands gripped your thighs as his eyes swept along your body. They momentarily paused on the low dip of your shirt, your cleavage visible for his own pleasure, before he glanced back up to your face.

"We don't have much time," he reminded, yet his hands were sliding up your skirt. And he was right, there wasn't enough time. Staying in his class after everyone had left wasn't exactly ideal, but it didn't stop you from locking the door before you practically climbed on top of him. You knew his next class was about to start in fifteen—no, thirteen minutes. You had already spent the two minutes waiting impatiently for him to touch you.

Now you couldn't leave this room without having a part of him. You needed him, every fiber in your body was screaming for him, and if you had to beg for him to comply with your needs, you would gladly do it in a heartbeat.

"Please." Your voice was barely a whisper, yet he still heard you loud and clear. "I-I need you."

Your breath hitched as his thumb stroked along the outline of your underwear and it took a lot of self-control for you not to whine pathetically. "Yeah? Tell me what you need then."

You paused, opting to choose the right words that wouldn't sound so vulgar because, with the way your body was reacting, you could only think of wild, explicit things. Your eyes settled on his face, sinking in the way he was watching you intensely, and your words abruptly stopped at the tip of your tongue.

"Go on, use your words," he urged. "Tell me what you want me to do."

You let out a trembling sigh. Everything about him was already consuming you, but the moment his hands danced along your sides, you knew you had to have more. Lust surged within you like a relentless tide, pulling you deeper into its intoxicating depths. It was a feverish, aching hunger that clawed at your insides, demanding satisfaction. The simple warmth radiating from his hands gripping your thighs just wasn't enough. So you braved yourself and leaned closer, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I-I want you to touch me."

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. "But I am touching you."

You looked at him through your lashes, biting down your bottom lip. "More," you pleaded. "Please."

He hummed a reply, his hands slowly leaving your hips before they trailed under your blouse, traveling up the length of your body before stopping right on your breasts. Your senses danced with anticipation, every nerve alert and quivering, as his hands cupped each flesh, squeezing them ever so slightly as you felt a thumb brush across a nipple over the thin layer of your bra.

"Like this?" All you could manage was a tiny nod and his smile grew wider. You couldn't help but buckle your hips when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, playing with them in a seductive tease.

"What else do you want?" He gently asked. You noticed the way his voice began to descend, gradually sinking into a deeper tone, and your eyes instinctively fell on his mouth. His lips were a perfect balance between fullness and subtlety. It was gently curved and so inviting that you wanted to feel the shape of them right against yours.

"I..." you started, your voice in a breathless whisper. "I want you to kiss me."

He let out a pleased sound, slowly sliding his hands out of your shirt. "I can definitely do that."

And then he was moving forward, pressing his lips to yours, caging you in with strong hands on either side of your face. You instantly melted like a puddle. You were ice and he was the sun, and the mere taste of him had your body dissipate in his arms.

He teased your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, lightly tracing the pink skin until your mouth parted in invitation. You moan quietly as the taste of him—faint traces of coffee and something incredibly sweet—greeted you. His tongue slid against yours, hot and eager to taste you as pleasure surged throughout your body.

Spencer slowly pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck before he sucked on the spot right under your ear. You could practically feel the smile against your skin as his hands traveled down your arms, holding you gently as he whispered, "Tell me what else you want."

The ache between your legs was too much to handle. A simple kiss was enough for your body to burn with lust. You needed the pleasure, you needed the release, and he was the only one who could give it to you. He was the only one who knew your body as if you were made exactly for him to ravish. Your eyes smoldered with an insatiable longing and your breath came in shallow, hurried gasps, each one a desperate plea for fulfillment.

It was now or never.

"I want you to fuck me."

He leaned back, if he was surprised by your choice of words, he didn't show it. Instead, he let out a sigh as his hands continued to move down your sides again. "Oh, sweetheart, it's not that I don't want to, but we both know I would need more than..." His eyes swept over the watch around his wrist. "...eight minutes to fuck you properly."

Your breath hitched in your throat, then you watched as the curve of his lip turned upwards into a teasing smile.

"But I can't leave my sweet girl all desperate like this, can I?" Then his hands were back on your hips. "Why don't you ride my thigh instead?"

Your face heated up at the suggestion while your mouth slipped out a desperate whimper. Your skin flushed with a warm, feverish glow, and the world around you faded into obscurity as desire became your sole focus.

You were hesitant, but you were also desperate to find your release, so your body started moving on its own, hips rutting against the roughness of his pants. Pressing the growing heat surging between your legs onto his thigh sent a shiver in your system.

Much to his pleasure, Spencer's mouth stretched out into a thin and permissive smile, unable to hide his satisfaction. "That's it," he praised, fingers digging into your hips. His raspy voice only made you burn with red-hot desire. "Keep going."

Following his words, you moved your pelvis. What started out lazy and slow soon turned into sporadic thrusts as you tried to cling to any friction, grinding yourself against his leg with such fervor. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough.

Attempting to catch your breath, you buried your face into the crook of his neck to suppress your mewls of arousal as best as you could. But as he continued to massage your hips and manually move you back and forth on his leg, the effort quickly became useless.

"This feels good, doesn't it?" He murmured. "It's so cute how easily you get off with just my thigh, don't you think?" He said, giving your ass cheeks a firm squeeze.

You breathed his name as your eyes fluttered to a close. You grind your hips harder down onto his thigh, gasping against his lips when your clit caught on the material of his pants. Your toes curl as the fierce heat of pleasure overtook your senses. You were greedy with it, chasing after that spark as you rocked your hips steadily, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Doing so well for me," he whispered against your ear, hands gripping your hips as you rubbed yourself against his thigh quickly. He smiled when a soft, strangled moan escaped your parted lips, which encouraged him even more. "Look at you, drooling over my leg."

And just to prove his point, he pushed your skirt up along your legs until its material lay loosely around your waist. His eyes took in the sight of you. The way you were grinding against his leg frantically, the thin fabric of your underwear pressing between your throbbing cunt from the constant friction, slightly showing off soft, bare skin glistening under the light.

"So fucking wet," he mused, his tongue swiping along his lower lip as he watched you drenching him. "Just the way I like it."

It felt as if you were floating, so pleasurably dizzy it turned your head to mush. It was hard to keep yourself upright, eyes rolling back, body nearly giving out. And the wisest thing to do for you was to stop because you could imagine the mess you were making. You could also imagine the wet patch of your arousal staining his pants, visible for everyone to see.

"P-People will talk," you whispered between bated breaths.

"Let them." He rocked your hips forward, encouraging you to move faster. "Let them know your sweet pussy made this mess on me."

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips. You rolled your hips again, and the beginnings of something heady and sweet swelled within you. But in that heat of the moment, a sudden hush fell over the room, and your heightened senses caught the faint sound of footsteps approaching from outside. Your body stilled, every muscle tensed, and your breathing became shallow as you strained to listen to the distant murmur of voices.

Spencer suddenly leaned closer and ran the tips of his teeth along the outer shell of your ear once he felt your momentum slow. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You shuddered in response and found your pace again, faster and longer, continuing to knead yourself against his thigh. But then the sudden jolt of the doorknob sent a bolt of panic through you.

"It's locked," a muffled voice echoed from behind the door. "Isn't class supposed to start soon?"

Your ears perked up at the familiar voice before a second voice chimed in, yet still holding a familiarity you also recognized. "Is he not here yet?"

A small groan escaped your lips. There was no denying who those voices belonged to. They were your friends, albeit not that close, yet you were still acquainted with them and the thought of having people you knew standing a few feet away from you while you continued to rut your hips against him was making your head delirious.

"Do you know them?"

You nodded helplessly.

"Then maybe you should keep your voice down," he suggested, holding you closer to him. "Don't want them to know what you're doing in here, do you?"

He noticed the way your body stiffened.

"Or is that what gets you off?" He asked. "Your friends standing a few feet away while you're grinding desperately on your professor?" His hand sits on your lower back, drifting down to the tops of your ass, forcing you to rut forward.

It was so, so wrong, yet you couldn't stop the pleasure coursing through your veins at the possibility of being caught. The knowledge that your friends were just outside, on the brink of discovering your intimate moment, added an exhilarating layer to your pleasure.

"Spencer," you whined. "Please."

"Naught minx," he mumbled. "I think I like seeing you like this."

Suddenly, he jerked his leg up, catching you off guard and you whined instantly, unprepared to counter the pressure pushing up onto your sore cunt. Muffled cries of ecstasy escaped your lips, your teeth clenched in a futile attempt to hold back your moan.

It didn't take long until a pulsating warmth began to radiate from the pit of your stomach. Each passing second brought a rising crescendo, a mounting tension that threatened to shatter your composure. You whimpered, thighs shaking slightly as you continued the abuse toward your clit, somehow the material of his pants made the stimulation even better and it almost caused you to lurch forward in shock.

"That's it, use me," he encouraged. "So, so good for me. My sweet girl."

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, and your body quivered with a delicious ache. The intensity of it all was almost unbearable, and yet, you craved more, grinding yourself harder. Your muscles tightened, your breath quickened, your skin prickled with anticipation, and nothing could have prepared you for his next words.

"Cum on my thigh and I'll let you cum around my cock tonight."

That was it. You were instantly gone. The thought of having him stretching you was quickly engraved in your brain. The mental image of you spasming around his cock was enough for you to surrender into a blissful mess. The conversation outside continued and you made a concerted effort to keep your voice down, as waves of pleasure surged through you, causing your limbs to tremble and your muscles to spasm.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps finally retreating from outside that a wave of relief ran through you, yet your breath still came in ragged gasps as he helped you ride out your orgasm and held you in place, making small ruts against himself with your spastic thighs gripping around him tighter.

"Oh my god—" he pulled you in for a kiss. Spencer's mouth devoured you, hot with a passion that made you dizzy. You whined into his mouth and bucked against him, little whimpers filling his throat. Then you felt his tongue on your bottom lip; you puckered your mouth, letting his tongue invade every corner of your entrance as a thrilling sensation shot right through your veins, finally riding out your orgasmic bliss.

When he finally pulled away, he watched as a string of saliva fell against your lips. He reached out and wiped the bottom of your lip with his thumb as his eyes glazed over your red and sweaty face. They flickered from your face down to your lower half as well as your equally drenched thighs. Yet despite the disheveled state of your hair and the sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, you radiated a raw and untamed beauty.

Spencer always thought you were beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight before him. Your once-pristine hair was tumbled in disarray around your shoulders, framing your flushed face. Your eyes, half-closed and smoky with desire, held an irresistible allure that seemed to draw him closer with every glance. Then there were your lips, kissed to a plush, inviting fullness, beckoned with a promise of lingering sweetness. You looked wrecked, like a hot, beautiful mess.

And he couldn't wait to ravish you tonight.

[somerandomdot]

Please please please can you make some nsfw headcanons for gale? Love how you wrote the rest, thank you so much!

Indeed I can! Here is some well needed love for our Wizard Jesus Gale!

Random Nsfw Gale Headcannons

I wish to bite this man’s shoulders till I gag like Astarion did 🤭

Gale is very touchy, during his time with Mystea he obviously wasn’t touch starved, but after the accident with the orb, he’s had some ‘one night stands’ yes, but your different.

He’s constantly holding your hand when he can or when you let him, I feel like his hands are always a bit sweaty/clammy when he holds your hand.

At camp doing your own things/distracted with your back turned he’d always come in for a back hug, burying his face into your hair (back if your taller). Taking in that ‘musk’ he oh so dearly loves. Putting his arms around your torso and giving you a reassuring squeeze than a greeting.

When there’s a moment where you two are alone and have the time to relax his hand is either playing with your hair, intwining the strands between his fingers while rubbing your thigh or back.

This man is one hundred percent a switch, loving both sides of domination and submissive intimacy when there’s enough trust for him to show that side of him.

His favorite part during an intimate encounter is the forplay, how he could make you a breathless and quivering beneath his touch before he’s even half way done with you.

He wouldn’t really be into hickies on your neck or areas that are ‘revealing’, yes he’d love to show you off. But your not a trophy to be displayed, your his lover, his companion.

Though he’d leave marks and hickies in between your thighs, small dark purple circles trailing your inner thigh the tender flesh alerting you with a slight irritation as you walk about your day. Reminding you off you and Gale encounter, and he knows it.

Very into overstimulation, on you and himself to to draw out the timing of the session for both of your enjoyment.

Oh yes there’s moments where the sessions don’t last long, where he couldn’t help himself and had to show you how much he needed you, hugging you from behind rubbing up against you whispering how much he wants you.

He is a messy kisser, excited and eager as he explores your mouth with his tongue for the first time, moving his head side as he pushed into you as you grant him more access; only making the eagerness worse.

Positions he’d mostly go for, he craves and somewhat needs that reassurance that he’s doing a good job, he doesn’t wanna do a ‘fine’ job at bedding you now.

Missionary, anything where he can have eye contact or watch the way your face contorts and contract with each movement of his fingers/thrust. You arch your back when he curls his fingers inside you, he’ll keep doing that. You let out louder moans as he thrusts harsher, he picks up the roughness.

No shit this man whimpers, but it’s more of a breathless whimper; harsh breaths and grunts as his face is pressed into the crook of your neck as he ruts into you. The breathing occasionally followed with a small whimper as well as he’s stammering out praises/compliments.

When he gets close to finishing he’s wrapping his arms around you holding you onto you his body pressing as close as his can to yours as he grinds into you finishing out his orgasm or either marking you given what/where you’d want him to finish.

Obviously this man is great at after care, taking care of you; cleaning you up than himself. Than somewhat expecting a cuddle himself after the intimate encounter-

He’s always going to want to be big spoon, even if you’re bigger than him, he has a big thing with holding onto something while he’s sleeping. Using his arm as a pillow as you feel his chest pressed against your back, his crotch pressed against your bottom, both you legs curled together as you both rest from your encounter.

Yay! You made it! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a good rest of your morning/afternoon/night!

[perlelune]

no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | vi.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

An eternity seems to fly by as you wait for Coriolanus to do what you’re too terrified to do on your own. During the agonizing minutes, you picture William’s face. The confusion, the hurt. Tears skip down your cheeks as you curl over the blankets, knees against your chest.

Hopefully your reckless actions haven’t ruined what you two have. Maybe one day, you’ll even jest about it, the pre-wedding jitters that caused you to hide for a week.

It’s the meager hope you cling onto as the soft tap on the door draws you from your thoughts.

Coriolanus nudges the door open, a silver tray between his hands. A matching porcelain kettle and cup sit on the tray.

The mattress sinks as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing the steaming teapot at your bedside. Your gaze drags over the colorful roses painted on the porcelain set. 

Tearful eyes rising to his face, you ask “H-How did it go?”

His long fingers drape over your cheek, wiping your tears as he smiles down at you. “Everything’s alright.” His deep soothing voice brings you comfort as it rolls over you. “Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, just like I promised you.” He collects the tea cup from the tray. The steam rising from it caresses your face.

“It’s my own personal blend of chamomile, peppermint and lavender, for your nerves.”

“I don’t need that.”

Concern sways in Coryo’s blue orbs, his thumb collecting another stray tear.

“You had an emotional day. It’ll help you sleep, trust me.”

You don’t reply, laying the side of your face against the pillow. Do you even deserve to sleep soundly after causing the people in your life so much unnecessary distress?

Maybe this is what you deserve, unending nights wrestling with your own mind while you drown in a river of your own tears. After all, if you hadn’t overindulged in alcohol that night, you wouldn’t be here. You still remember the way Coryo described it. Were you truly that desperate to bury Sejanus’ memory, to forget?

Coriolanus strokes the crown of your head.

“I just want you to get one good night of rest. You need it. Do you really want to spend the entire night torturing yourself when you’ve done nothing wrong?”

For a while, silence hangs between the two of you, Coriolanus letting you weep as he patiently cups your face. The aromatic scents of the herbs he mixed in the tea tickle your nose. You have to admit, it smells heavenly. Like peace. The thing you’re craving most at this very moment. For your thoughts and emotions to fall silent, allowing you to drift into a dreamless slumber.

So you surrender.

You sit up and graciously accept the cup Coryo offers you. As soon as the first few drops of the warm liquid coat your tongue, a heady, pleasant feeling swaddles your mind. It makes your body feel heavy, pleasant warm tingles swirling over your flesh.

“I’m starting to feel…”

Coryo’s beaming face starts blurring in your line of sight. Your grip on the cup weakens. He assists you in holding it, tipping the rim against your lips so you gulp another sip.

“Drink more. All of it.” You heed his instruction. The drowsiness grows tenfold. Your lids sag. Your body slumps over the pillows. You feel the soft brush of Coriolanus’s lips on your forehead. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

You awake from the best sleep you’ve had in literal weeks, a wide smile stretching over your lips as you unfurl from the sheets.

Unlike the nights before, you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, crying or tossing and turning in bed.

You pivot to the sun rays spilling from between the curtains. You bask in the rejuvenating warmth kissing your skin. For a while, you stay like that, in awe that your mind isn’t crowded with anxious thoughts. Instead, you’re calm, rested, your head light as feathers. Even your grief is a faint noise when it’s usually so loud, its uproarious presence twisting your heart first thing most mornings. 

It’s a newfound serenity you haven’t known in many weeks.

Even the bone-deep ache sitting in your limbs cannot cast a pale on the day. As you step in the rose-scented bath that’s been drawn for you, the soreness lingers. You grimace a little.

Perhaps you slept so heavily, your entire body is tense from it.

But as you lie back and let the hot water work its magic, the pain starts to fade. You let the strange sensation melt away, smiling once more.

You enjoy your bath. A bright, wonderful day awaits you.

When you’re done, you put on one of your favorite day dresses and hop down the stairs.

You find the entire Snow clan having breakfast in the dining room.

Coriolanus peeks from above the morning paper, his face brightening as his gaze flicks over you.

As you approach the empty chair near Grandma’am, Coriolanus rises and pulls it for you.

“Good morning,” you chime while plopping into your seat.

Tigris beams at you. “Good morning. I see someone’s feeling better.”

You tuck your hands into your lap as a maid places a scrumptious plate of eggs and meat in front of you. Your stomach growls at the sight and you pick up your fork, excited to dig into the food. You haven’t had a proper meal since you left Ma and Dad’s house.

Although, even that is a fuzzy memory, as you can’t remember the last time all of you sat down and had a proper breakfast as a family since Janus passed away.

It’s been too hard.

Shoving the fork into your mouth, you acquiesce, “Much better.” You hum as the flavors melt on your tongue.

The corner of Coriolanus’s lip quirk as he observes you. He returns to his seat and bends forward.

“I take it you’ve had a restful night, princess?”

“Yes, and I have you to thank for that. I don’t know what’s in that tea exactly but it works wonders.”

“I’ve had the opportunity to experiment with many natural remedies while working under Dr Gaul.” A glint dances in his blue eyes. “Some plants have the most…fascinating benefits.”

“I think I’ll take some with me home, if you don’t mind. Not just for me but Ma has struggled with sleep ever since…”

Your voice dwindles as an abrupt wave of sadness passes over you.

Tigris grabs your hand and squeezes it across the table.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Coriolanus nods in agreement. “She’s right. Take it one day at a time, princess.”

You ponder what he just said. You are feeling markedly better today, but you loathe thinking about your mom and dad alone.

You swallow a wide lungful.

“Maybe I should go back home tomorrow.”

Coriolanus’ gaze narrows, his smile vanishing momentarily before sliding back into place.

“This early? Shouldn’t you rest a bit more first? It’s clear that you need it.” He studies you for a long time. “You can’t be here for others when you aren’t healed yourself.” You shudder. Sometimes the blond seems to possess the uncanny ability to peer right inside your head. He reaches over the table to place his hand over yours. “Don’t rush it. Like I told you before, our home is your home.”

You don’t find it in yourself to argue, Coriolanus’ gentle yet firm grip on your hand and his smile chasing away your doubts.

“O-Okay.”

Satisfaction glimmers in his gaze at your response.

As Coryo advises, you remain with his family a little while longer. Everyday, he finds gentle words to convince you to extend your stay. It doesn’t take much for you to believe him as you trust him fully, his caring demeanor reminding you of your brother. If Coryo thinks you need a bit more time, he must be right. He only wants what’s best for you.

So a few days turn into a week, which eventually becomes two weeks. Surprisingly, you and the Snows’ daily routines twine with ease. In the morning, you have breakfast together in the dining room. Then you tend to the roses with Grandma’am while she hums songs to herself, an endearing habit you’ve grown quite fond of.

And you usually spend the rest of the day with Tigris, chatting or playing board games, or on your own, reading most of the time. Coriolanus’ library is massive enough to rival the one you have at home. You never run out of things to do in the gigantic penthouse, even sometimes cleaning and cooking to pass the time, efforts Coriolanus never fails to praise you for.

Whenever he returns home to a spotless house or one of your delicious meals, his blue eyes light up with happiness.

And of course, at night, Coryo talks to you in your bed while you dutifully drink your tea, regaling you with stories about his apprenticeship and the University. Most of the time, you never get to learn how they end because you fall asleep.

Thanks to Coriolanus’ herbal mixture, your sleeping schedule is back to relative normalcy. The only downsides are the tea’s peculiar side effects, as near everyday you wake up sore and aching. But the slight inconvenience is minor compared to the benefits you’ve experienced.

All is good and well until one day glimpses of lost memories flash in your brain.

You’re starting to remember the night of Clemensia’s party.

It first happens as you’re gardening with Grandma’am. You’re watering one of the rose bushes when something rushes back to you, something so vivid the watering can in your hand clatters to the ground.

You stumble back, your breaths quickening. Placing a hand between your shoulder blades, Grandma’am helps you find your way to a nearby bench. You collapse atop the bench, your mind whirling.

Her wrinkled features crease in concern.

“Are you alright, sweet girl? Should we call a doctor?”

“I’m fine, grandma’am. Just got dizzy for a bit.”

You smile, hating that you just lied to the older woman. You’re not fine. You’re starting to remember things, things that don’t match up, make no sense.

Terrible things.

I knew you’d feel just perfect around me.

Chills bounce across your spine. Your fingers tighten around the edge of the bench as your breath flows back to your lungs.

You come to a decision. 

You need to talk to Coriolanus. 

Your brows squeeze together in frustration as the balding man checks your pulse and shines a light in your eyes again. It’s the third time tonight. Coriolanus insisted upon it.

“I told you there was no need for a physician, Coryo.”

“Grandma’am said you almost passed out,” the blonde retaliates.

You heave out a deep exhale as you glance at Tigris and Grandma’am standing nervously by the wall. They’re wearing the same concerned expression. 

You wished Grandma’am hadn’t made such a big deal of your little moment in the garden. You feel fine…well, physically at least.

You flash a feeble smile at Coriolanus.

“I didn’t…it was just a dizzy spell. Nothing honestly.”

Brows knitting, he turns to the bespectacled older man at his side.

“Doctor?”

As the man nearly approaches you again, you shoot him a warning glare. You refuse to be poked and prodded once more. Lifting his hands, the man falls back.

He adjusts the stethoscope around his neck.

“I see nothing wrong,” he says. Your shoulders sag in relief. “Still, I’d recommend that your wife takes it easy, sir.”

His words make every hair on your skin stand on end.

“I’m not his wife,” you snap.

Coriolanus’ jaw ticks. 

He turns to the others and instructs, “Everyone, leave us alone.”

There’s a flicker of hesitation on Tigris’ face. She lingers at your doorstep after Grandma’am and the doctor take their leave.

“Are you really sure that you’re okay?” she asks.

You purse your lips. “I’d feel better if everyone stopped fussing over me.”

She nods before leaving as well.

As soon as the door to your bedroom closes, Coriolanus sinks to one knee in front of you. He takes your hands in his, his thumbs brushing circles into your skin.

His cobalt eyes are wide and worried.

“Is something wrong?”

Your stomach knots. “Coriolanus…”

“Yes?”

You draw your hands back, placing them on your lap. His gaze tracks the tiny motion and he squints. 

“That night…” You lick your lips, nerves flaring as your fingers bounce. Just these two words have Coriolanus’ attention on you sharpen in a way that turns your blood to ice. Still you gather your courage and continue, “Did I say no at any point, tried to…stop it? Did…Did you, Coryo?”

The moment your doubts are uttered aloud, you loathe yourself. It’s an awful thing to even suggest. But you can't shake the feeling that there is something Coriolanus isn’t telling you. 

And maybe you always felt that way, like something isn’t quite right, but you craved so badly to have a piece of your brother near that you ignored the glaring signs. 

Shock paints Coriolanus’ handsome face.

“What? I already told you everything that happened, that I was drunk, we both were.”

You peer at Coriolanus. It hurts. So goddamn much. A knife twisting in your chest, again and again. Especially that look of utter betrayal on his face. You don’t want to casually toss those kinds of accusations at your friend. 

But your mind…

It’s bursting at the seams, moments you’re beginning to recall seeping through the cracks. You can’t ignore that. Not the sick echo of Coriolanus’ lustful tone. Not the terrifying glint swaying in his blue eyes. Not the way he panted and grunted above you as you told him to stop. Or at least you think you told him?

You’re not even sure. You’re torn. Coriolanus wouldn’t do that…right? Someone you trust. Someone Sejanus trusted…with you.

Tears swell in your eyes, threatening to break past the confine of your lashes.

Anger flashes in Coriolanus’ eyes. “Really?” he scoffs, bolting to his feet. “You don’t trust me?”

He blurs in your tear-stained vision, distorting to hazy colors you don’t recognize anymore.

“Coryo…” you sob.

He hunkers in front of you again. The anger vanishes, making space for disappointment and sadness.

He cradles your face, his tone softening.

“I would never hurt you,” he mumbles. “How could you even imply…after everything I’ve done for you.”

A shaky breath flutters through your lips. You search Coriolanus’ face, hoping to find something. A truth, an emotion, a lie. Anything, really. Any proof that you’re not crazy, that your mind isn’t just spinning wild stories out of thin air.

Nothing comes up. Coriolanus’ face is a perfect mask of genuine concern and sincerity, right down to his glistening gaze. Doubts even begin to creep inside you beneath his intense stare. 

But the longer you look into his eyes, the more unnerved you grow. 

Something is off. No one can convince you otherwise. Not anymore.

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“I-I think I need to go home now, Coriolanus.”

You don’t want to be here anymore, in this house you don’t know, with this man…you’re beginning to realize you don’t know either.

You want to be back home, your real home. You crave the safety of your own bed, of Ma’s warm embrace, of the familiar walls of your childhood home.

Instead of acknowledging what you just said, Coriolanus flashes you a bright grin.

“We can discuss it tomorrow.”

A sinking feeling spreads through you. You frown.

“But Coryo-”

He leans to place a tender kiss on your forehead and you freeze. Every cell in your body longs to flinch away from him but gut-gripping fear keeps you in your spot.

“Tomorrow, princess,” he whispers. He fondles your cheek. You can’t tamp down your shudder. Coriolanus’ brow pinches as he gets to his feet. “It’s getting late. You should go to bed.”

Coriolanus heads for the door. 

“Sweet dreams,” he coos, smiling. But it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

When the door slams shut, a sound you never heard before echoes from outside. The sound of a key slotting and turning inside a lock. The kind of sound suggesting you’re now trapped in the room.

Your gut sinks.

You find yourself wondering; will tomorrow ever come?

[presleyslilbaby]

~Dig Into Me~

(50’s!Elvis X Reader)

(TW: Oral sex, gagging, crude language, slight hair pulling, use of Daddy in a sexual way-)

Reader and Elvis go to a drive-in theatre, but things started to get hot in the backseat.

“Elvis, are you paying attention?” Y/n asked a rather distracted Elvis whom in which was twisting and turning the ring on his pinky this way and that, his Blue orbs locked in on the sight of her chest. “Yeah, Baby. ‘M payin’ attention.” He lied, his plumped Pink lips parting as his gaze remained exactly where it was. Y/n cocked a brow before shaking her head, deciding to simply focus on the movie herself and hope that he’d eventually follow suit. It was silent between the two for a few moments, not a single peep being made. Then- “How’d you get such perfect tits?” Elvis suddenly asked, drawing her attention away from the movie in confusion. “What?” She asked. “Your tits. They’re gorgeous. Can I see ‘em?” Y/n was taken aback by just how brazen he had been, blinking a few times as she processed his request. “…Pardon…?” “Baby, I don’t know how I can be more obvious ‘bout this.” He says. “I’m askin’ ya’ to show me your tits. Usually that involves you giving me an answer.” She thought for a second, the blood rushing up to her cheeks in a wonderful Pink flush. “Well…” She started, biting her lower lip. “I guess I can show you.” Y/n agreed, her fingers curling around the hem of her shirt. Pulling upwards, she discards it in a matter of seconds, revealing the tantalising shape of her beautiful round breasts, already on their way to becoming stiffened peaks. “Fuck…No bra, Y/n? Hot damn, you wanted me to do this.” Elvis murmured hotly, licking his lips at he stared at her perfect globes. He leant forwards, kissing her neck tenderly as his hands found their way to their prize, squeezing her breasts gently. “Mm…” Y/n hummed, closing her eyes as she allowed him to lead her wherever he wanted. Elvis was in control. His tongue peeked out from behind his lips, licking a stripe over her throat as he pinched her sensitive nipples, listening to her whimper in pleasure. “You already makin’ noise? I’ve barely done anythin’.” He teased, kissing down her throat to her collarbone, then finally one of her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and allowing his teeth to gently close around the pebbled area, tugging slightly. “Elvis…” She whispers his name, adjusting herself where she sat. Elvis pulled back, feeling himself growing harder in his pants the longer he thought about how sexy she’d look giving him head. So much harder. “You wanna please me?” He asked, tilting her chin up with his index finger and thumb. Y/n nodded. “Yes…” Undoing his belt, Elvis held eye contact with her as he then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, fishing around for a second to pull out his semi-hardened dick, stroking himself so softly and with purpose. “You gonna be a good Girl and suck me?” He coaxed again. “Yes…Oh, yes…” She replies. He grunted in acknowledgement of her answer, working himself until fully hard. “You best get workin’ that pretty li’l mouth o’ yours, then.” Y/n barely hesitates, if not hesitating at all, before she dipped her head downwards towards his lap, opening her mouth slightly and allowing her saliva to drip from his tip, all the way down to the base of his shaft. Before long, she’s already sucking at the head of his cock, hands resting on his thighs as she slowly eased downwards, taking in more of him. Y/n begins to bob her head up-and-down, slowly at first, then gaining enough speed to allow Elvis to truly feel what he wanted. “Ooh, Y/n Baby…What a lovely li’l cock-sucker you are…” He praises, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as a large hand found its way to her hair, gently gripping. Steadily, he began to roll his hips in time with her sexy little mouth, his grip on her hair tightening over time, feeling the pleasure heighten. “Mmm…Oh yeah, Baby…Suck Daddy just like that…Fuck you do it so good…” Elvis thrusted particularly deep into her mouth, feeling her throat tighten as she sputtered around his length, gagging. It felt heavenly. “Sh-Shit- Gag on me like that again-“ He groaned, tugging on Y/n’s hair to get her to do as he says.

She obeyed despite the stinging in her eyes, forcing his cock down her throat to gag over him once again, and again. He groaned in delight, forcing her to keep bobbing her head, thrusting into her mouth at the same time. “You’re gonna make Daddy cum…You want that?” He asked. She glances up at him with less-than-innocent eyes, her look saying everything for her when she was taking heaping mouthfuls of his throbbing cock. “I ain’t ever cum this quick. Shit…” Elvis groaned and groaned, louder and louder, feeling that familiar searing heat pooling in his lower abdomen. “Gonna cum…Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum-“ He muttered pleasurably, his eyes screwed shut in pure pleasure. Finally, he felt something snap inside him, his hips rutting forwards as deep into Y/n’s mouth, her throat as he possibly could, gripping her hair with both hands as thick ropes of hot, sticky seed filled up her mouth. “Take it-! Take it for Daddy-!” He had groaned out rather loudly, taking a few moments after orgasm to pull out his actively softening shaft. Elvis looked at Y/n and all her beauty, seeing how his own cum dripped down her chin as she tried to swallow every drop of his essence, his heart racing as he scooped up some of himself with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips to taste. “You make me wanna cum again.���

~

My very first smut-filled-story! Publicly, at least- I hope it wasn’t too awkward or rushed, but I’ve been thinking about this one for so long I knew I just HAD to make it.

[frozrowan]

I had this dream of The Collector💚 I wanted to write story of it

Asa Emory x reader

"Welcome home, my dragonfly."

Sunlight shone from behind the curtains creating a soft yellow glow on the corrido's wall. The rays made shadow boxed incest to shine on their true colors. Most of them were beetles, but here and there where butterflies with most vibrant colors you haven't ever seen. You recognize couple of them, but rest was unknown. Still all of them were admirable.

You did woke up inside the red box, it wasn't locked so you let yourself out of there. He may have done that on purpose. The box was placed in the middle of the living room so you could take a good look of Asa's home. Everything was so organize, tidy. He had lot of green plant and seemingly loved vintage. The house was homely and comforting, better than the cold abandoned hotel. You felt bad for those other who have to be there, alone in dark. You thought you would have been one of them, but you weren't. When thinking all of it the collector, (before you learned his real name) he didn't never really hurt you. He only kept you inside that box, checked you now and then, brining you food and clothes. Now that feels like eternity. Asa let you out of the box in two weeks and toke you to the hotel's library, showing all the books you could read and where to spend your time, of course under his watchful eye. Some reason you are special to him.

The headache you had at the beginning was starting to get you dizzy and your vision blurry. Any memories of leaving the hotel wasn't on your mind, but one faint memory of the needle touching on your necks skin, before you blacked out . You reached your left hand on the wall next to you, taking support on it. You closed your eyes to ground yourself. Feeling of your own heart bounding calmly inside of your rib-cage soothed you. Warmth in your hands made them to tingle. Everything was quiet and still, song of the bird outside made your eyes to open. Then you felt the floor shift under you of someone else weight than your. Large hands creeped around of your neck behind you. They gave your neck a light squeeze not meaning to hurt, but more to show possessive over you, he loved to do that.

"Little cricket let themselves out of the box, without the permission..."

His hot breath hits your neck making chills run down on you spine. Asa knows that made you shiver and melt in his arms. Teasing was his way to show affection and he loved the reactions he could get out of you. His thumb draws a circle on you neck and he could feel how you began to lean on his chest. But before you could say anything he pushes you against on the wall. Making gasp escape of your mouth. Asa's hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Hot wave rises to you face, burning like pins and needles were under your skin.

Avoiding his intense gaze was challenging to maintain, twain of black shining orbs looking right at you, seeing you. It was unnerving, but the same time you loved it. How the simplest things Asa did, made a butterflies fly in your stomach. The grip he hold your face, forcing the eye contact, not letting you get away on this time. Asa knows you look at him secretly, when you think he won't noticed, he do. Admiring him whatever his working on at the time, how his unique eyes shine when the light reflect on them.

Corners of his lips rises to a grin, and that made you realize you have had look at his lips for too long. "Do a bug want something?" Asa lean closer to you, watching closely the tiniest reactions and expressions what appeared on your face.

"I...I want you to...." the rest of the words get stuck in your dry throat, becoming a inaudible mumble. Asa's humorous laugh embarrassed you, but it faded away quickly when his lips pressed of your forehead, giving it a soft kiss. When his gaze returned to you, the courage grew in you to press your own lips against his. That took him by surprise, he would never think you would be brave enough to kiss him, but regardless that was enjoyable, it was challenge.

Asa steadied his hand behind you neck, one supporting your lower back. He had a control. Yours kiss was sweet, but he's was full of possessiveness. Asa was going to take everything of this moment. His grip around you got tighter, while his kiss deepened. A moan left your mouth, you hand clenched on his black shirt like you life depend on it. If you were honest, you have dreamt of this for so long. Times you could have been like this with Asa, was only when he wasn't busy. When you rested you head on his lap while he stroked your head or when he give you a soft kiss on forehead before he leaves.

The broke of the kiss left you breathless, lack of the oxygen almost made you to faint, Asa other hand seems unbothered lack of it. His hand stroked your cheek, eyes gazing you dearly. He wasn't sure if you could noticed it, but at the fist time he hasn't any walls around you, he was completely relaxed. No dangers, no traps that could hurt you, or his victims who would use you as escape plan. No one could ever take his precious thing away.

"Do I have to go to hotel again?" Worry in your voice waked Asa back to reality. "If you absolutely miss that place, we can go back" He was tried to sound serious, but you can tell tone of his voice he was joking "No. I want to stay here with you."

Asa smiled at your response "Welcome home, my dragonfly."

[seneon]

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait anon-chan this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut and a lot of yapping

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@killyzury ⌇ mil

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies / @luv-lies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

@rizzmin ⌇ armin

medieval knight's armour. i believe it's the whole knight theme you have but you're definitely a knight in your last live. and your name is majestic too like ?*!*!*?

@kurosaaki ⌇ jen

hunger games. specifically, a player in hunger games. i don't know, you just radiate survival / apocalyptic vibes in any media like the last of us and stuff.

@conan-hearts-u ⌇ conan

mint chocolate ice-cream. you're very very chill and nonchalant, and super cool just like ice-cream. the mint and chocolate is just a preference that you remind me of.

@jaysgirlx ⌇ kleo

penthouse barbecue parties. with all your home girls just chilling at the penthouse, cool music in the background and the sizzling of barbecued foods. yess i want barbecue now.

@white-poppie ⌇ gauri

soft rose lippies and heart-achingly beautiful poetry. you are the epitome of poetry. a muse, something i would write hours on end about. you're also the writer. it's both in one.

@seumyo ⌇ eumy

goldfishes. the moment i met you i already immediately thought about fishes, especially goldfishes. it's a bonus for me when you actually have a fish theme HAHA.

@angeliicheartt ⌇ elle

eyeliners and chokers. this is random but i really love the way you do your eyeliners. it's sososo pretty and you're so cool and grunge i fw you heavy. for the choker, uhh your emoness

@heartkaji ⌇ mars

the 2000s mcbling aesthetic. so unrelated to you but you give me heavy mcbling vibes. it's the striking hot pink and blinking queen stuff you have swirling all around you.

@bloodswrd ⌇ rosalyn

"i was all over her" by salvia path. yes, a song. you give me the vibe of a child lost in their dreams, wandering around a foggy forest looking for their way back home.

@sepptember ⌇ august

my english teacher. mb this is so weird but you radiate my eng teacher vibes HAHA. she's very nice and kind and so are you. she's also quite poetic! and really pretty 🙏

@metsukini ⌇ mimi

cinnamoroll. ueygshd i love cinnamoroll sm he's so cute just like you. y'all both are sososo adorable i wanna keep you in my pocket forever. wanna squeeze your cheeks all day too..

@lunatiqez / @poetlus ⌇ liv

ramen with naruto. the swirly thingy with pinky lines. and of course, miso ramen! or the noodle takeout that looks like this 🥡 you seem like a friend i'd go to an izakaya with (:

@rueclfer ⌇ rue

a crystal castles song. you give me the vibe of you dancing to a crystal castles song in your room then the next second you're on the ground, contemplating about life.

@sweetheartsaku ⌇ saku

i think you can kinda predict what i'm gonna say... fireworks and stars. i cannot watch a fireworks show or the stars the same anymore aft meeting u. it's a game changer, saku.

@raeson ⌇ claire

bees flying around petals. you have a really sweet vibe and i imagine you as a flower petal and there's cute bees flying around you on a perfectly sunny day where the sun is peak.

@bbluefllame ⌇ eirene

a jovial black & white cat. you radiate kitty vibes. those two colours always bear the cutest kitties ever, and it screams eirene. yk, the typa kitty who has a insta account js for u.

@luvlyycy ⌇ cy ( mother )

mini skirts and cupcakes. you're soso upbeat and cute i imagine that one dabi x girly! reader with you as the reader like actually. wanna keep you in my pocket!!

@cindol ⌇ cinny

light pink glossy platform heels. miss pretty girl is always so kind and friendly. not to mention for a fact that you're absolutely cute cinny winny.

@haunted4kent ⌇ leah

glazed cinnamon rolls. leahhh you're like one of my favourite big sisters on tumblr and you give so much chill sister vibes with the best best bessttt advices ever.

@rvoulte ⌇ yira

this is so funny but beabadoobee's freckles. 哈哈哈哈 IM SO SORRY YIYI. oh and clairo songs!! because you have this rather soft and shoujo girl vibe y'know?

@ryescapades ⌇ rye

kitties! whatever cat i see, it reminds me of you. because you're the queen of cats and you send me kitty stuff and we love kitties and i love your fat cat ♡

@elssero ⌇ els

my other tumblr big sister ♡ but gothic and creepy. you remind me of candle wax flowing down. in the slowest motion. that's how you creep into my life btw hehe.

@nyxypoo ⌇ nyx

white / gray cat. just like rye, you very much remind me of cats, but more specific in colours! it's the vibe that you give off ykyk? also you and rye are probably kitty couples so cute.

@mightymorphin777 ⌇ rinzler ( rizzler father )

video games in the dust. you remind me of the old forgotten video games that a teenage boy probably accidentally stumbled across at the back of an abandoned game shop.

@poemeater ⌇ leigh

candies. like, specifically this one funny round shaped one 🍬 cuz you're very sweet, but at the same time super super silly. and that typa candy is usually the most fun!!

@suksatoru ⌇ bee

bubbles and rain. just because you have quite the bubbly personality yet at the same time you can write forsakenly good angst ( cough your dabi fic )

@skiiyoomin ⌇ ines

old books and dried paintbrushes. self explanatory, cuz you draw so so well and you reminded me of introverted art students who sits in library all day.

ok that's all. i reached mention limit so that's all for now. this is most of my mutuals that i know of! i heart all of you, my pride and joys of this funny app 🖤

[th3p0rtalmaker]

Incarnate Deleted Scenes - Everyone Into the Chamber of Destiny!

So in chapter 1 of Incarnate, the final version, Rapunzel snuck past Edmund and into the Moonstone chamber all on her own, relying on her friends to hold him off so she could fulfill her destiny. Only for Hector to breeze past everyone with his unnatural gift of speed and challenge her one-on-one. But originally, Raps wasn't alone in the Moonstone chamber when Hector came after her...not that it made a difference. Another deleted scene from the year or two of work I did before posting Incarnate's first chapter on Ao3!

Rapunzel reached for the floating opal. It was so beautiful - shining and calm as it emanated a cold sense of power. For months she'd been working towards this moment; she'd left her parents and kingdom behind so soon after finding them, but in the company of her friends she'd discovered a world bigger than she could have imagined back in the tower. 

  What if Adira was right - what if only the Sundrop could neutralize the Moonstone, balancing their respective powers and ending the Moonstone's reign of terror and destruction?

  And what if their union ended Rapunzel’s life?

  A loud 'BOOM!' brought the moment to an end, quickly followed by the barely audible pattering of angry boots racing across the rock bridge.

  "OH NO YOU DON'T!" 

  Rapunzel whirled around to see Hector of all people, barreling towards her as he tossed Eugene over his shoulder like a rag doll. "EUGENE!" she cried, taking a step away from the stone and reaching a hand out for her boyfriend.

  "RAPUNZEL!" Adira shouted, appearing in the now open doorway with her sword in both hands. "GRAB THE OPAL!"

"I said HANDS OFF!" Hector bellowed, throwing his left arm out to the side and summoning his sword from its hiding place. 

  "Same to you, Crazy Rhino Guy!" Cassandra spat, drawing her sword with her non-burnt, weaker hand. She attempted to lock blades with the older warrior, but Hector's first swing knocked Cassandra's weapon from her grasp and sent it hurdling into the chasm below. Hector gave a low growl and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her so that they were eye level. "Looks like your beginner's luck just ran out," he sneered. 

  "CASS!" Rapunzel wailed, grabbing her hair with both hands and attempting to whip it at the feral knight. But the Sundrop's reaction to the Moonstone was too strong, and alas her hair refused to cooperate.

  Cass scrabbled at Hector's grip with her good hand, only to be flung back towards the chamber’s entrance. She slammed into Adira, who deftly caught the younger woman, grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt, and then set her gently on the ground. Eugene, who had recovered from the first throw, was up and running at Hector again. The older knight waited for him to get close, then ducked and slammed his shoulder into Eugene's diaphragm, instantly winding him. 

  "Stop attacking my friends!" Rapunzel snapped, hoping an authoritative tone would catch Hector off guard. The man grabbed Eugene by the collar of his shirt and the waistband of his pants, then chucked him easily back the way he'd come, once again into Adira's waiting arms. 

  One would think they had this routine planned out ahead of time.

  Hector finally turned to look at Rapunzel, standing tall and marching toward her menacingly. "Stop forcing me to do my job," he sneered, baring his teeth at her. Rapunzel froze in pure terror, looking up at the much taller man with wide, terrified green eyes, hands clenched in her suspended hair. His acidic yellow orbs glimmered menacingly as he loomed over her. For the first time, Rapunzel noticed that Hector's canines were extremely sharp, although whether it was done purposefully or as a cruel joke of nature the princess honestly couldn't tell. She was trapped with the opal at her back and Hector in front of her, and both were capable of destroying her without warning.   Before she could process the motion of his arm, Hector grabbed hold of Rapunzel’s suspended hair, clenching it in his fist and tugging painfully on her scalp. Rapunzel yelped and rose onto her tiptoes to relieve the pressure, before registering the fact that her hair had suddenly ceased floating of its own accord. As her golden locks dimmed and began to fall, Hector swung his sword at the section between his fist and Rapunzel’s skull with a roar. Rapunzel flinched and squeezed her eyes shut as his segmented blade met her unbreakable hair, generating an uncomfortable grating sound. After a moment she opened her eyes to find Hector gawking at her in utter discombobulation. He turned his decidedly non-aggressive gaze between the sheared piece of metal left on his gauntlet and her terrified face several times.

"Hector," Adira's voice called sharply across the cavern. "Spare the princess," she demanded slowly.

  Hector’s face instantly contorted into an enraged sneer, and then a sharp-toothed grin, and Rapunzel felt her heartbeat accelerate.   Even without his sword involved, this was not going to end well.

  To her surprise, Hector released her hair and wrapped both of his large hands securely around her midsection. As she was lifted into the air, Rapunzel heard several cries of alarm from her friends, and found herself squirming for freedom. "Let me go!" she demanded, realizing too late that it would take no effort for Hector to drop her over the side of the black rock bridge.

  "You want your ‘precious Sundrop’?" Hector called over his shoulder tauntingly, bouncing Rapunzel playfully as he displayed her for all to see. She had the presence of mind to feel indignant, but decided not to continue struggling against his painfully tight grip.

  "Hector-" Adira's voice was much more exasperated now, still holding an edge of warning.

  "Then catch her!" Hector shouted. Rapunzel let out a shriek as she found herself sailing through the air, propelled by a level of force she hadn't been expecting. Then she was slamming into Cassandra, and the two of them tumbled into the entrance wall, hitting it hard after tangling in her loose hair.   "Sunshine! Cass!” Eugene exclaimed as he appeared beside them, falling to his knees. Rapunzel and Cassandra groaned as they were gently untangled by the prince consort.

"That was your last warning, princess!" Hector called from the other end of the bridge. "If you come after this opal again, I'll be dumping you with the rest of the bodies!" he threatened darkly. Rapunzel panted as she sat up, staring at him from across the Moonstone chamber.

  "I don't get it," Cass panted gruffly. "He could've killed all three of us just now - why didn't he?"

  "Hector’s motivation isn’t to kill; it’s to guard the Moonstone. Killing is an unfortunate side-effect of his mission at times," Adira explained, peering over her shoulder as she stood at a distance from the trio. "The oath taken by the Brotherhood is aimed at preserving as much life as possible, not destroying it wantonly." 

  "Really?" Cass deadpanned, looking unconvinced. "You called him the most sadistic member of the Brotherhood," she reminded the older warrior. Adira rolled her eyes as she turned to face them. 

  "Hector has a reputation for making grisly statements out of his opponents, if he kills them,” she admitted. "But he still holds the responsibility of preserving life with utmost importance. If he wanted you dead, he would have made sure to push you off that mountainside himself instead of playfully butting the caravan with Kifaru.” After a moment’s pause, she continued, “Normally, getting into the Great Tree would make you enough of a threat for Hector to kill. This is the first time in twenty-five years that anyone has made it past the Dark Kingdom’s defenses.” Adira looked straight at Rapunzel as she added, “Even when the Moonstone was within your reach, fear stopped you from taking it. Because of that, Hector didn’t see you as a threat, just an obstacle.” The warrior woman turned back to look across the cavern at her brother. "Unfortunately he has just stated that you are, in fact, a threat," she finished matter-of-factly.

"So what do we do?" Eugene asked, rising to his feet with an air of determination. "Didn't Edmund try to stop him?"

  "'Tried' is the keyword," Edmund's voice responded. The foursome turned to see the king standing in the doorway with a grave expression. He leaned against Lance tiredly, looking winded. "Hector believes he is now the only person fulfilling the Brotherhood's duty to the Moonstone. He's not going to listen to anyone willing to unite it with the Sundrop."

  "Well, he can't take all of us at once, right?" Eugene said hopefully. "There’s six of us, and he only has one sword-"

"There is no need for all of us to attack Hector," Adira said sagely, clasping her hands behind her back. "He and I have some…‘unfinished business.’ Now that Princess Rapunzel has been returned to us, I can handle him myself."

  "Didn't he kick your butt the last time you two fought one-on-one?" Cass pointed out, standing and crossing her arms. Adira gave the younger woman an annoyed look.

  "I got distracted," she excused irritatedly.   Rapunzel stood and approached the knight, her expression both concerned and hopeful. "Adira, wait; what if there's something I can do? I think Hector's proved he's not going to listen to you-"

  "He also just saw your hair react to the Moonstone and destroy his most prized creation, yet he still threw you away from it," Adira replied, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck in preparation. "He can't deny what you are any longer, but he's too tightly bound in his oath. He doesn't see the world as...fluidly as other people. Everything is black and white in Hector's mind, and if he assigns an ill-suited interpretation to something, it takes a lot of work for him to change his perception."

  "This may not be the time or place to do that kind of work," Edmund suggested. Rapunzel saw both of Adira's hands clench into fists at her sides, and the larger woman squared her shoulders with an aura of determination. 

  "This is the only time and place," she declared firmly. 

  "Adira," Edmund warned. "Don't be foolish enough to think that your words still hold sway over him. You're not his sister anymore; you haven't been for a long time."   Adira visibly bristled, and Rapunzel flinched upon sensing a wave of broiling anger radiating from the warrior woman for the very first time. "It doesn't matter. Hector's never going to leave the Moonstone unguarded. He'll die before letting us get to it, even if that means wasting away from thirst and hunger while we sit on our butts thinking about how to convince him to stand down." Rapunzel took note of the icy tone Adira’s words acquired, taking a half step back from the taller woman. She turned to look back at Cassandra, Eugene, Lance, and Edmund. None of them looked pleased with the idea of Adira facing Hector alone. 

"There are only three people in this world that can reason with Hector,” Adira said, gaining Rapunzel’s attention as she began cracking her knuckles. “I am the only one of them who’s capable of stopping him from killing himself, and I seem to be the only one both willing and able to take action when he’s obviously in danger," Adira added, her voice uncharacteristically menacing. 

  Rapunzel nervously withdrew to Eugene's side, taking his hand in hers. “If something goes wrong, we've got your back, Adira," she said. Adira nodded, then turned her back to them.   "Thank you, Princess Rapunzel," she replied in a much softer voice, and made her way towards the bridge that led to both Hector and the Moonstone.

[plushietoon]

I'm thinking of a guy whose name starts with orb and ends with -on, who is famous for always wearing sunglasses. That's right: Roy Orbison

Send Me a Character!

Ah yes...Roy Orbison...a splendid character! Good gravy those shades shine in the light! Such a classic...

First impression I remember him from a cartoon I grew up with...he's a vague memory but I remember his glasses the best...

Impression now Such a good father figure to his crew! He may be stern but he wants the best for those workers!

Favorite moment Him teaching lil Kody about the ways of the go-karting was amazing. Never knew the fellow had spunk in him.

Idea for a story He should face off with Wario.

Unpopular opinion HE'S NOT 20 YEARS OLD OR 100. He's just in his mid 30s!!

Favorite relationship I love him and his boyfriend Harold. Love can be found at all ages!!

Favorite headcanon He has a cat named Mr. Ovalton.

...Ok yeah I think I'll do Orbulon too 'cause that's your icon. Sorry I can't hold up the joke ;w;

First impression REST IN HECKING PIECES YOU SPACESHIP BLOB. I did play Touched but he was recognized in DIY...either way he was stuck in a ship when it came to my childhood Wahs.

Impression now Weird scrimblo who stretches everywhere. He funny...also very popular, like there's a lot of self-shippers and Mike he's in romance with. Good for him. He has fans alright.

Favorite moment First impression of him: Him eating crap by being launched into space when he just was just vibing. It sticks out, besides him stealing random stuff from all over.

Idea for a story Him learning about baths...preferably at a hot springs but hey if 5-Volt or Spitz thinks he needs to bathe in some other situation, then so be it.

Unpopular opinion Can we just compromise that he takes on whatever form he wants because he probably can stretch and squish himself??? I like both states though. Also that Omni-Nom is not a pet. That guy's a whole alien denizen from some other planet. Unless I guess pets also have their own "ships". WarioWare is weird.

Favorite relationship I think about his relationship with the twins, especially due to the drawings Freak (you) done. Though I think about the twins with anyone. They are fun munchkins to throw at characters. Him being besties with Mona is good too, plus it has grounds in canon! But people can do whatever lore they want, it's fiction. I've personally wanted to see two indie game protags get together. Fans should do what their hearts desire.

Favorite headcanon He purposely sleeps in inconvenient places. During meetings, in driver seats, the stroller that was meant for the twins, making games...he needs his 20 hours of sleep dude!!! Though some of those slumbers be unintentional too. Biology is something, can make you sleep more or less than you need.

[a-pink-beau]

FFXIV Write 2024 #13 - Butte

Summary: Ar'beunti early in her journey, switches from a summoner to a black mage with Papalymo's assistance.

Content Warnings: None

Spoilers: None. Set during ARR

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The ground shakes as rocks and rubble tumble down the cliffside. Another explosion strikes the side of the cliff, rocks fly in all directions. Another blast, larger than the last, the rubble flying its furthest so far. Small rocks clatter against the ground and roll past a tattered boot. Wearing this boot is Ar’beunti, wearing dark robes and readying a large staff, fire growing around the gem sitting atop of it. She throws her arm forward and fire flings from the weapon and screams toward the wall of rock, detonating in impact, crumbling the butte all the more.

“Ah, yes- now would be about the time you should switch to channelling ice aspected-”

Another explosion interrupts Papalymo as Beau casts Fire once more. Beau focuses her energy into the staff yet again, but finds herself straining. A few sparks flash from the staff, but nothing more. Papalymo closes the distance between them, patting some dust from his robes. “Hmm. Yes. Now this is what I was trying to help you avoid. Thaumaturgy is more than just fire, fire, fire, Ar’beunti. It requires at least some semblance of balance between ice and fire.”

Ar’beunti pants as her exhaustion catches up with her. She wipes her brow and places her hands on her knees as she gives the Lalafell a dirty look. Papalymo furrows his brow. “If you don’t want to acknowledge the fundamentals, then you can return to being a Summoner. No one is forcing you to take up a new craft.” Beau stands upright.

“Summoner isn’t for me… and I need to catch up… to where I was before…” Beau says, still out of breath.” Papalymo places his arms behind his back.

“Then you better start listening. You have a lot of ground to cover.” Papalymo takes a deep breath, pacing in front of Beau, swishing the air with his hand. “Thanalan is fairly warm today. Do you know what will help you cool off? Help you regain your energy?” Beau side eyes Papalymo. “Switch. To. Ice.”

Beau tightens her grip on her staff and focuses, the air beginning to cool around both of them. Papalymo nods his head in approval. A small blue glow forms at the staff and Beau throws her arm forward, Blizzard flying through the air, over Papalymo’s head and striking the butte once more. “Very well done! Now keep that up and-” the ground begins to rumble. Papalymo slowly turns to look toward the large rock formation the two have been using as target practice. Cracks start splintering from the crater, the large pillars of stone start to tilt. “Ah. Well. We should vacate the area now, I would think.” The cracks zip down and along the base of the butte and large sections start tumbling away, before the entire mass of rock starts tilting toward the pair. “Yes. Yep. Now would be a good time to ruuuuuun!”

The two quickly fall into a sprint, Papalymo zooming past the tired Ar’beunti as they outrun the avalanche of rock and stone. The novice’s adrenaline is able to compensate for her exhaustion and she catches up and keeps pace with the man half her size. They raise their hands to cover their heads as pebbles start raining down from above. They’re heads down, they see a shadow start to engulf them. They were not quite outrunning the otherwise stationary structure.

Papalymo, quick on his feet, draws his own staff and quickly fires off a orb of fire up into the tip of the butte that had shaded them, blasting it to pieces before planting his feet and charging another blast. Beau slides to a stop as she looks back at Papalymo taking the danger head on. Another Fire is flung off his staff and Beau watches as the lalafell becomes a silhouette among the light of the blast that crumbles the falling rocks. The main body of the rock slams into the ground, dust first engulfing Papalymo, then everything else in sight.

The deafening sound of rock crumbling and crashing settles. Beau coughs dust as she looks for Papalymo in the cloud of destruction.

It isn’t long before the sun shines through the settling rubble and she spots the small stature, standing upright, staff still at the ready. As the landscape becomes more and more visible, Beau finds there is solid rock all around them in a large U shape. Papalymo had cleared a strategic chunk of the butte to create a safe space for the pair.

Papalymo puts his staff back on his back and turns to face Ar’beunti with a smile. “Now remember. Fire, Fire, Fire, then Blizzard, Blizzard, Blizzard.”

[suburbanbonfire]

tagged by @18minutemajor for a hockey art share tag game! I enjoy talking about myself but am terrible at posting so this is perfect. i WILL talk too much, this is a threat.

rules: post your first ever hockey art, your latest hockey art, and your favourite hockey art, then tag three hockey artists.

FIRST ART

I made the Kraken Orb (Korb) at the end of the 22-23 season, as a commemoration, although a sort of ironic one considering i had only gotten into hockey in time for the playoffs so there are a couple players here i actually never got to see play at all before making this (Joonas, Jaycob, Burky, Fleury)

it was a whole lot of fun though! Prior to this i was in a months-long art slump after leaving a fandom, so it was a total surprise to have hockey of all things be what revitalized my art.

technically, the very first hockey art from this was Matty; you can kinda tell by the way his lines are a bit thicker than the rest since i wasn't in my groove yet. i also knew coming in that i wanted to arrange the faces in a circle, but didn't plan out beyond that, so i just made sure that i was getting a variety of head directions in my references and hoped for the best. My favorites from this are Gru, Soucy, Dunn, Schultz, Borgen, and Eeli. I think they all turned out really well.

LATEST ART

MEAT CUT MEAT CUT

this one is fun for me because it's quite different from my usual style of art, with lineart and non-realistic forms/face. I've had the concept in my head for awhile after hearing/reading so many interesting descriptions of the physical qualities that good hockey players possess.

'Sacrifice the Body' actually came in mid-art when i had an epiphany doing something like driving my car or an activity similarly unrelated. Before that, it was going to be a lil heart drawn on the chest and the going contender for the label was 'Ferda.' which would've been great, but sacrifice the body just worked too dang well with the themes.

FAVORITE ART

i mean, c'mon. it's gotta be this one.

my magnum opus, my white whale. it came out even better than i saw it in my head and i love everything about it. when i came up with the idea, i had TOTALLY forgotten that Climate Pledge has those giant windows, so when i set out to find references and saw it, it instantly made everything even better with LIGHTING!!!!

It was my first time drawing this kind of interior architecture and although there's definitely things i would do differently now, im so so proud of how it looks and turned out. I was also still drawing through my decade-old laptop at that point, so I had to split up the work on this into two files - i sketched everything, then worked ONLY on the bg until it was about 90% done, then made a flattened copy to open as a new file to draw the players on top of.

I also have a bunch of WIP shots of it in my drafts I guess I'll throw in here now!

initial sketch to get down the composition before i remembered the window | lines of the building! i actually found a 3d virtual tour of CPA from before it was built which had the PERFECT angle, so i screencapped that and straight up traced the architecture. Ultimately, the scoreboard and the paint lines ended up getting moved around.

planning out my lighting in greyscale (i really need to do this more often, i struggle with values so much, alas) | in progress bg! at this point, the ice and the boards/glass were the only things completed. I eventually said 'fuck it' to being able to see the areas behind the stands like you could in all my references, and just put the people dots all the way up.

Now the most gut-wrenching part

THE TAGS

this is where me being bad at posting comes into play, because instead i just lurk and thats not great for forming connections HERE GOES

@ruinedcasket - it has been awesome seeing your art progress! would love 2 hear your thoughts about it

@rouzys - your kraken stuff is so pretty, love how you capture likenesses

oh god oh fuck everyone else i know has already been tagged fuck oh sshit

If You Are An Artist On Hockey Twit And See This, It Is A Sign

[timetoeatthebread-blog]

Aphelios x Reader - Dreaming of You. (Part 2)

(yes the silver eye color is a plot device you'll see)

(Thanks to a redditor I was able to collect more information on the noctum flower. Here is a link: https://www.reddit.com/r/loreofruneterra/s/Y7rq8uEhmG)

Oh, well. You could probably ask Alune later. You doubt that Aphelios would speak to you, even if the noctum poison wore off.  

Checking on the fish, you noticed that they were almost done. They were impaled on two sticks and the sticks were partially buried in the ground, so they didn't need to be constantly watched. As you crouched beside the fire, you enjoyed its warmth it provided. The flames were trying to lick at the fish, trying to burn them. But the attempts were futile, as the fish were too much out of reach of the flames. Soon, you deemed the fish done and you picked up the first stick.  

Deciding to pass the food to Aphelios first, you walked up to him as he was resting with his eyes closed, still leaning against the tree, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted ever so slightly to the side. His black hair fell to his left, where he tilted his head. His hair was slightly longer on the left compared to his right side. With the hair temporary out of the way, the crescent drawing of the moon was fully visible. He was partially hidden from the sun, the tree casting a shadow over him, but not fully.  

"You should eat, Aphelios, the fish is done." 

He opened his eyes, two black orbs stared back into your silver ones. His gloved hand reached out towards the stick you were passing him and all he offered was a nod as a thank you, not that you minded. Then, you took your own fish and started eating it and enjoying the fire, the slow cracking of the wood had a calming effect. Soon, after eating, you threw a quick glance towards Aphelios and thanked him for caching the fish and starting the fire. It was a good thing you knew the lore, otherwise you were pretty sure you would have become offended and thought that he is mute or ignores you.  

As you were getting ready to rest, you noticed something strange. It was almost like a soft current made out of pallid mist and it was showing you the way. You stood up and made a few steps in the direction, not noticing that Aphelios was keeping an eye on you as soon as he noticed you walking further and further away from the camp. The thinly veiled mist was gravitating towards the forest softly, almost as if showing you the way. You were deep in thought as you followed the mist and stumbled upon a cave.  

The darkness seemed almost welcoming as you stepped deeper into the cave. Soon, soft trickling of the water could be heard coming from somewhere, but you didn't pay much attention. Touching the side of the rough and sharp wall, you gradually made your way downwards the cave, vision becoming darker with each step. With each step as the cave became darker, the mist seemed to become more visible and thicker, almost as if leading you to something greater than you would have ever imagined.  

The trickling of the water became louder the closer you got to the source, which was located at the end of the cave. There were luminescent drawings on the wall, and you recognized the symbols to be drawn by a Lunari, there was no mistaking it. You brought your hand closer to the symbol of the moon and touched it, the hard surface of the wall so hard and sharp that you didn't notice it when it prickled your finger. As if in a trance, you ignored the pain and continued to touch the markings and tried to analyze them, not noticing your hand gathering more cuts the more you touched the wall. The pain was basically nonexistent at this point. Where you touched, blood could be found on the inscriptions, silver mixing with red.  

When you touched the last engraving, a hidden path has appeared to your right. Although you didn't understand much of the situation or the signs on the wall, the mist was telling you to go inside. It sounded like the source of the noise of the water was coming from the hidden path. As you ventured deeper, you finally noticed two streams, one on each side of the wall. Cyan flowers grew under the water, their buds closed off, but still gave off a delicate light. However, there was no sweet smell in the air. Instead, the air was cold and refreshing. 

At the end, the two streams connected and created a large pond, with more flowers pooling inside. What was the most interesting, however, was that on the flowerbed, in the water, lay two shuang yue blades, made out of moonstone and moonsilver.  

You carefully reached into the water with your hurt hand, water mixing with the leftover blood. Then, completely by mistake, your open palm brushed against one of the flowers, the mucus from the flower touching you. Your mind was screaming in pain as you reached for one of the blades, tears running down your cheeks from the agony. As if controlled by a higher power, you couldn't make a sound. But that didn't stop your body from being honest. Your hand trembled so much that you accidentally cut yourself again, this time with the blade. At that point, your hand was hurting so much that it felt numb. With the other hand, you reached for the second blade, inspecting both blades next to each other, now out of the water. Tears clouded your vision as you blinked rapidly, clearing your vision as a result.  

They looked exactly the same, they were twin blades. The engravings were the same as the ones on the wall in the cave and you didn't know what it all meant. But you stood up, your expression pained, with tears still gathering at the corners of your eyes. But you couldn't say anything, feeling dizzy as blood tenderly started to decorate the blade you were holding in your hurt hand. It piled together in one place before a blood drop was created, and then gingerly ran down the blade, before falling off and landing on the stone floor. 

You breathed heavily as you tried to get everything under control, trying to calm down and reclaim control over your own body. But it was hard, almost impossible. Lifting up your gaze, you finally noticed Aphelios, observing your form not too far away. "A-aphelios? What are you doing here?" You tried to say his name, but your voice cracked at the beginning, the pain stil existent. The numbing was wearing off and it seemed like now was the begining of true suffering.  

It took everything in your will not to scream at the pain you felt as you made your way towards Aphelios, your eyes looking into his. He looked at your face for a few seconds longer, his expression unreadable as he changed his focus to the blade in your hurt hand. Taking your hand, he glanced again at the wound, gaze focused as he took the blade out of your hand gently.  

Then, he traced his thumb starting from your wrist and over the palm of your hand, making you instinctively open your palm. After you opened your palm, he properly grabbed the underside of your hand and spread your hand some more, getting a good look at the cuts you have created in your trance. You held your breath as you stared at his face but were snapped out of it when he grabbed your wrist instead, holding it firmly as he dragged you out of the cave. 

No words came to your mind as you followed after him, observing his behavior. Although his hand was gloved, it still gave off warmth as he dragged you through the forest floor. It was eerily quiet, there were no animals and even the wind barely made any sound while gliding between the leaves of the trees.  

Aphelios continued to look ahead as he walked, sometimes glancing at your form to make sure you were alright. 

[adobe-outdesign]

What are your thoughts on the Misdreavus line?

Misdreavus is a really nice little ghost. I love how abstract it is—arguably it's based off a banshee and/or a nukekubi, but either way, it's a nice combo of "sheet ghost with waving effects instead of a lower body" and "actually unique design".

Visually, the colors are quite nice—the darker blues help the pink and red accents really pop, while the yellow draws attention to the eyes. The eyes have a really pretty shape to them with the thick outlines, and the little mouth looks appropriately mischievous. I also like how the flowing hair resembles the flowing effects of the lower body.

If I was writing this post back during Gen 2, my only complaint would be that there's no real reason for Misdreavus to be a single-stager. Thankfully, we now have Mismagius to add to that:

And if I like Misdreavus, I really like Mismagius. The addition of a witch's hat is a fun little bit of theming that doesn't distract from the already existing elements; for example, the hat prevents it from having the "hair" of Misdrevus, so it instead integrates that element into its "arms" on its lower body. It also keeps the same fun eyes, just with a zig-zag mouth, and anyone who's read these reviews knows how much I love OwO mouths.

In addition to the elements it keeps, it also expands upon some of the pre-existing ones as well. The orbs around its neck have become more ovular and are now embedded into it, the "cloak" is much longer and now has a pink fringe to it, and the color has shifted from an already nice blue to a lovely purple (there was no need to change it, but it looks good enough that I can't complain).

There are only two things that bug me about it: first, the zig-zags between the "arms" feel kind of random, and continuing the curves of the cloak would've better connected it to Misdreavus. Also, the random spikes around the brim of the "hat" feel kind of tacked on; the ones at the top were more than enough. Other than that, I love everything about this design, and it's a much-welcome addition to the line.

And I guess we can talk about Flutter Mane real quick—and I do mean quick, as it's probably the least interesting of all the past paradox 'mons. It adds some spikes to Misdreavus' head, longer "hair" with scales, slightly different eyes and mouth, and pointer frills at the bottom. It's not bad, but it feels very same-ish compared to the other paradoxes; I could easily see more being done with the neck orbs or the bottom frills.

It's also a bit odd conceptually; I guess it's more dino-like, hence the scales and spikes, but that doesn't have anything to do with the 'mon itself. Particularly baffling is its 'dex entry:

As A) pterosaurs don't exist in Pokemon (Aerodactyl, maybe); B), pterosaurs don't have scales and C) it looks nothing at all like a pterosaur.

Visually, I also find it odd that it has exactly one (1) strand of "hair" with lighter colored scales before the pink tips and nothing else, and also how it has one (1) red point on its lower body and nothing else. It's not really bad looking otherwise; it's just kind of "meh" compared to the other past paradoxes, which all manage to do something more creative and/or have better themes.

As a whole: this is a very strong line; both designs are abstract but the ghost typing is obvious, the colors are great, and the everything is well-balanced. The worst I can say is that Flutter Mane is a bit underwhelming.