#this is 34 characters im not tagging all their names

[pandynogatonga]

Ok so midgame, the Gamma kids end up creating the Deltas and a cherub egg with Calliope's DNA.

The deltas are sent back in time to the same time period as the creation of the gammas. Some trolls are adopted by a few scientists because they all have blood mutations. The cherubs are also raised in that kind of environment, befriending the deltas.

Heres the mutated hemospectrum vs the regular one.

The deltas and cherubs play their own version of sburb that ends up merging with the gamma one.

The gammas create the delta grubs and babies, send them back in time, and then a door opens and the grown up deltas appear.

*beep boop ectomachine*

*sliding door opens*

Krioss: WhO the fuck are yuO guys?

GAMMA HUMANS AND TROLLS!

They place sburb in the year 32,413 on Earth C.

The creators have all lived full lives died JUSTLY of old age, centuries ago. Their stories are considered myth. Their names are not remembered, just their titles. Attempts to recreate them have been succesful-ish, giving the planet new hope in the form of 16 new genetic clones of the gods.

These kids are thrown into regular life, with caretakers and no knowledge of their conception.

Athama, Jean and Betlem find ruins with weird hieroglyphs one day, and have Akiles create an algorithm to decipher them.

The ruins tell the story of the creators of their planet, the prophecy of the ectobiological creation of 16 new heroes, and instructions for a universe saving game...

We can deduce what happens next.

(yes this is a reupload of the original gamma kids post. i made them all non-siblings to allow more ships)

[puma-riki]

No One Noticed...

Synopsis: You've never seemed to make friends well. Sure, you had people you knew and were well acquainted with, but no one ever seemed to get closer to you or want to. You think that no one notices you and you'll continue the rest of your college years alone like all the years before. Except Ni-ki notices just about everything you do.

Pairing: Nishimura Riki x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor (or attempts at), slight angst, smau + written parts, idiots to lovers, university au

Warnings: consistent cursing, kms/kys jokes [Subject to change every chapter]

Characters: Enhypen (all), Eunchae (lesserafim),Keeho, Soul, (P1Harmony)

Status: Ongoing (Start: 092124)

Taglist: @bee-the-loser @iaintseggsy @channieismylove @yangjungwonnie @luluvhs @nikiswifiee @kingofthekards @skepvids @sammie217 @sh0dor1 @sirens-dreams @starfallia @polarisjisung @minhosimthings @mochiwonz @jiiyen @strawberrieswithchocolateo3o @ritzy-dream-boy @roseangelxfuma @sugarikiz @stvrriki @eczlipse @ddolleri @dangerousgardenchild @roarr-ki @rikidaze @rinoosformstellation @domfikeluva @b0os-jellfyfish @wensurr @melancholy-z @brinethebean @sol3chu @luvjichang @aerijns @bananna-12 @jungwonsjellies @sumzysworld @right-person-wrong-time @rikikiynikilcykiki @pjselee @maniluvzyou @jungwonswife-real

Comment on any chapter from No One Noticed... saying you want to be added to the taglist!! or send me an ask !! | bold could not be tagged :c

Do Not Pay Attention To Timestamps!! | Images Used Are Meant To Be Used As References

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Profiles | [Gooners] [Children + Keeho]

01. Quick!! what's a characteristic of water!!

02. I STILL GOT THEM DIGITSS😋😋

03. Existential dread + written

04. HAPPY WEDNESDAY GUYS‼️‼️ + written

05. INCOMING RANT‼️‼️🗣🗣

06. THE VOICES

07. chat does she want me yes or no⁉️🙏

08. OPERATION RIKI[NAME]/P

09. No One Tried, No One But You + written (wc:5.7k)

10. The bum line

11. IM THE BEST ACTUALLY

12. I wasn't cut out for being a boy dad anyway

13. Feeling a disturbance in the force rn

14. I WANT MY DUO.

15. ...SURELY NOT

16. 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚… + written (wc:2.9k)

↳ Bonus : riki[name] out???

17. mama a wisp of essence behind you

18. May a man like Nishimura Riki find me in this life

19. LVL 10 BADDIE AT REGISTER

20. my coworker be losing her mind

21. eunchae my newest opp

22. banned for getting eaten up on the tl

23. Ooouuuu Turn It Awf

24. What The Hell

25. Jarvis, Jerk it a lil

26. Jarvis, What other guys is she talking to

27. Good Luck, Babe! + Written

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+ more coming soon...!

[yanderespamton78]

for those following @turntableart's addison arg!! (sorry for the tag)

TIMELINE

APR 16 :

 6:32 am : Turnons blog opened :D

APR 20 : 

8:35 am : Turnon makes the poll about whether he should investigate smth weird addons doing (this shows that addon has been slightly suspicious since the start)

8:35 am : First morse code!!! With the poll 

4:39 pm : “I miss my past” post (possibly relevant??)

4:53 pm : Maskons first post

4:54 pm : First interaction with maskon (through a comment on a post - he didn't yet have a proper blog)

7:24 pm : Addon makes a blog

8:01 pm : First interaction with the morse code entity

8:10 pm : Addon first translates what the morse code entity is saying

8:15 pm : the giftday party incident (i added this bc it makes me laugh a lot)

8:37 pm : rainbon mentioned. Possibly significant? 

9:24 pm : We find out the morse code entity is actually turnon (im guessing right after the acident but i could be wrong)  (the addisons never find this out)

9:47pm : First time the alphabet code entity speaks through turnons posts. Says “i think that's enough. you're scaring him. he's hurt, you wouldn't want him to dust would you?” presumably referring to the morse code entity. Right after this the morse code entity disappears, and any further interactions respond with “but no one came”

9:57 pm : Second interaction with alphabet code entity who says “stop talking to him you're giving him a headache”. Turnon complains about a headache. This is the first signs of a decline in his health. In the next post he says that hes going to go.

10:04 pm : Addon has been translating bits of the morse code for a bit now. The forth analysis ends up being corrupted, and all the characters are just black blocks. 

APR 21 :

9:26 am : First post says that he got a nosebleed and passed out on his desk the previous night. He also mentions that when he woke up there was a cup of tea on his desk which he presumes is from addon but it was never confirmed.

10:59 am : Mentions that the strange people are back (mentioned in the poll) and that hes getting a nosebleed. Mentions in the next post that he feel really dizzy and is going back to his desk

11:34 am : Turnon describes a building pressure in his head like bugs. 

11:50 am : Turnon says that the nosebleed stopped. Alphabet entity gets accused of being slick. It ignores the question and instead tells us to leave turnon alone as he’s stressed with work.

12:00 noon : This post from maskon? Not sure the relevance of the song. definitely creepy tho.

6:14 pm : Here addon confirms that turnon is in the medbay. This is later contradicted by addon himself.

6:14 pm : “turnon” says that he woke up and has no idea where he is. At 6:23 he tags addon for help.

6:19 pm : Addon says that he opened a zipped file and it shut down his pc. This is presumably what causes the medical documents to get leaked.

6:29 pm : “Turnon” says that he knows where he is and isn't happy about it. What??

6:52 pm : A few posts later ���turnon” tells addon that he got hurt really badly. He says hes going to try to walk home against addons advice.

7:42 pm : Something happens and “turnon” starts making disturbing posts. They are in english but don’t have spaces. He seems frantic and scared and at 7:54 pm he doesnt respond to his own name, despite the fact that he mentions his goggles and crypton, which are obviously things that are unique to him. 

7:50 pm : Addon responds to the first spaceless post and comments on how turnon couldn't be making the posts as he is unconscious in medbay 

8:03 pm : When not-turnon is questioned on his name he says it is presson and seems confused. He says he found the phone in queens palace (if he is telling the truth, it would make sense why turnon was unhappy about where he was. Obviously he fell into the acid lake in queens mansion so its unsurprising that he would be on edge.)

8:20pm : Presson denies that it was him who typed the weird spaceless posts. 

9:34 pm - 9:59 pm : Presson comments on how dark and run down seraphim is. When questioned on it addon says its probably something interdimensional or timeline based. At this point, his text starts glitching out. Addon tells presson to put the phone in the big machine, but presson says that it looks dangerous and he doesn't want to. He seems genuinely worried about dying, but addon insists he returns the phone. Finally, he puts it in the machine and you are no longer able to contact presson.

10:52 pm : when questioned on the weird glitchy text, he again chalks it up to interdimensional lag

If we go by addons version of events (which he talked about a few days later on the 24th) at about 6-7pm turnon went out and got badly injured. At about 8 pm some kind of entity (presson) took his phone, who addon electrocuted. At about 9 pm Turnon was found in an alleyway with some kind of black fluid gushing out of his nose. 

APR 22 : 

5:37 pm : confirmation that Maskon is Slick

8:28 pm : The first leak of Turnons medical documents. 

9:07 pm - 9:53 pm : this whole saga... Look i know i put way too much trust into maskon and i apologise BUT ADDON STILL ISN’T TRUSTWORTHY!!

10:06 pm : Maskon refers to Turnon as his husband

APR 23 : 

11:04 am : Turnon wakes up!! In a bad state but alive :3 also at 11:08 am he says that hes missing a few parts

4:08 pm : turnon is told about the (made up) debt issues

4:37 pm : turnon is shown his medical document. At 4:57 pm hes told not to tell addon about it.

5:24 pm : Turnon is told about presson. He also says that his last phone is blown up.

5:25 pm : Turnon talks about maskon

5:42 pm : Turnon mentions his legs feeling numb D:

7:20 pm : Turnon secretly spells out help !! wow !! 

7:47 pm : second Turnon medical document leaked!!  (at 8:23 pm i made fun of addon for being bad at stopping important docs from getting leaked)

8:34 pm : we find out about the hats

APR 24 :

12:51 pm : Click gets a blog!!

10:30 pm : Turnon makes a post asking how long is legs are supposed to be numb, and asking why his fingers are turning black. Click reblogs the post and says that hes coming over. After that turnon starts typing his posts really,,, bad,, theres no better way to describe it. After a minute Surf (ambyu-lance) takes the phone and click demands to speak to him and addon

APR 25 : 

6:57 pm : the third medical document leaked. This hasn't been decoded yet, but the first bit seems to be in nihilistic cipher. 

8:16 pm : Turnon makes a post, a picture he drew of himself with the caption “im a little sad, i'll get better”. When questioned on it he says that hes not used to the feeling of being useless.

8:32 pm : THE TAGS. THE TAGS. LOOK AT THE TAGS turnon makes a post. In the tags it says “hes getting worse” “oops did i say that? oh well.” My dumbass cant tell if this is turnip or turnon saying this but worth mentioning anyway.

9:15 pm - 9:37 pm : Clickon is questioned on whether he talked to Surf and Addon. He says that he did, and no one is completely sure whats up with Turnon. Clickon says that Turnons condition is worsening. Hes paler than usual, his fingers are black, and Clickon accidentally pulled out a clump of his hair. Click says that Turnon is a survivor, but even this makes him worried. After this, Addon reblogs the post saying that he didn't talk to clickon last night and theres no footage of Click entering the building. Click is obviously confused, to which Addon tells click to wake up and to stop living in his fantasies. After this Clickon says he feels weird.

9:20 pm : cool lil drawing. Not really relevant but i thought it was neat lol

9:35 pm : TURNON STANDS!!!! He mentions that his legs are black and hurt like hell but hes standing!! (at 9:53 pm he falls over D:)

9:37 pm : Click makes a post that simply reads “Somethings wrong.”

9:57 pm : When questioned if he's ok, clickon replies saying he never made it, before a wall of binary. It reads “Everything feels stuffy, Shadows I'm in my car, I think I'm being watched”. At 10:02 pm Addon reblogs the post saying “get out. Now.” before a string of numbers that haven't been decoded. At 10:09 pm Clickon reblogs the post again with another binary code, this time reading “I don't know where I'm going, My eyes, My eyes, I can barely see, Is it following me”

10:15 pm : Maskon makes some kind of post about Cotton candy. It translates to “i do like cotton candy dont you?”

10:23 pm : someone asks maskon / slick if he did anything to Clickon. Slick said he didn't want yellow to hang out with someone like that, but he deserves his freedom.

10:40 pm : Clickon makes a post in binary. It reads “The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars”

APR 26 : 

Nothing from turnon all day. 

7:35 am : Ice cream blog opened

2:07 pm : The runner of the Ice cream blog says that he uses the alias pinup (but for some reason, he can't disclose his real name. Could be for privacy reasons though.)

2:32 pm : Pinup gets a coat!! He comments on how it doesn’t have a tag for some reason

5:12 pm : Pinup mentions addon. He says that he sees addon as a friend but he isnt sure if addon feels the same.

3:39 pm : Clickon mentions he just woke up in the woods with a massive headache. He doesn't know how he got there. 

3:42 pm - 4:26 pm : Complaining about various things. He mentions having frozen joints, so he probably slept in the woods all night. He says “at least hes alive” which means he probably thought he was genuinely going to die (or hes just being dramatic)

4:33 pm - 10:11 pm : lots of things happen in this thread. Firstly, Clickon says that it was him making the posts in binary. He says he vaguely remembers typing something out on his phone, and that he was very scared. The first two are relatively self explanatory, he was scared. The third one he said he remembered looking up at the stars. He describes everything feeling trippy and disorientating as he was running, and feeling like he was being chased. He ends up being told all about Slick and all that. He isnt actually too surprised?? He says that he is nearing the city and he can see buildings in the distance. Anyways Important Shit Happened Go read it

11:38 pm : Its confirmed that the reason why Turnon didn't post anything is because addon took away his phone.

APR 27 : 

6:37 pm : Clickon updates us saying he got back to the city and after a rough night and is driving to seraphim, presumably to check on turnon

6:44 pm : Turnon makes a post saying hes going to walk home and addon doesnt know. At about 6:55 pm he passes out in the middle of the road. At this point he is disoriented from the pain medication and thinks he is back home.

6:58 pm : Clickon finds addon in the road and mistakes him for roadkill. By 7:04 pm turnon is in his car and they were going back to seraphim. At 7:14 pm he says that turnon is speaking gibberish. 

7:15 pm : Addon says a taskforce has already been sent out to try find turnon

7:29 pm : no matter what turnip says, addon finds out that clickon has turnon and sends out a bunch of shit to stop him, presumably not realising that he has good intentions.

7:36 pm : Clickon gets fucking SHOT !! 2 mins later turnon also presumably gets shot. NICE!! Later addon confirms it was a tranquiliser dart.

7:51 pm : at this point both clickon and turnon have been captured. Addon refers to them as ”two ominous individuals” at 8:04 pm Addon reports that they have been hooked up to an experimental piece of darkner equipment that hurts them when they move. 

8:19 pm : Clickon makes a post saying he doesn't want to die. Addon replied a few minutes later with what is essentially a threat (8:22 pm) and at 8:28 pm he ends up confirming that he knows about Slick

OUGH WHAT A DAY 

THEN THERE'S THE 28TH!!!

APR 28 :

11:25 am : Turnon wakes up back at seraphim, chained to the bed and confused on why he is there, stating that hes supposed to be home.

5:17 pm : Turnon is acting weird. He is weirdly insistent to get home despite never complaining about the facilities at Seraphim, and says that he would break his leg to get home. At one point there is a font change. This is implied to be slick possessing him.

5:30 - 6:30 pm :Theres a whole thread thats very important. Despite there only being two accounts, there is obviously three people in the conversation. Turnon, Addon, and Slick. Addon seems insistent on getting Slick out, even if it involves hurting turnon (“You should be more carefully you signed the contract years ago now I can legally do whatever I wish to you to get the task finished. Parasite” “If not I can feed you to Melody, atleast someone should benefit from your pathetic existence.”).  Turnon seems scared and confused. POOR FUCKING WET TOWEL I WANNA HUG HIM SO BAD POOR CREATURES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

@emiplayzmc @tdlizardshinynest take it you freaks /lh

i put all of the longer threads in one bit to make life easier for everyone

Im going to edit this when needed so itll probably be updated once every day or two

[docotokautism]

since you asked me to answer all of thhe questions, you gotta answer all of the questions too!

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

probably zombie saga, although i also love 'i will vandalize your grave in your name', the 7+1 fic and some others that i think im forgetting. OH and 'we were staying in paris'

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer.

well this requires imput from other people. so.

but i'll choose zombie saga!! and the trailer song is Mamma Mia by ABBA. naturally

📝 How many words do you have posted?

approximately 162609

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

that fucking ESSAY that Plankton wrote about iwvygiyn

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

ohh, this is an interesting one actually. definitely something in zombie saga but im not sure what!

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

THIS IS SO FUNNY AS A MUSICAL FAN. uh I Kissed A Girl. because that is what happens yeag

🎭What genre of writing comes easiest to you?

ANGST. it's so much easier than happy stuff lol it's like poetry for me

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

yeah i would tell them

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

"Go to sleep, Lance, and now that she’s gone you sleep with your mistakes" from my fic 'don't speak (i know just what you're saying)', but also many different things from (especially the second chapter of) iwvygiyn

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

@fen-the-magnificat !!!!!

👶Fankids: How you do you feel about them? Would your OTP have kids?

i dont have any fankids unless you count the Dubois brothers, but i think they're neat! i dont know if Frankie and May would have kids but they would be AMAZING parents, and i dont think Juliet and Romeo would have any. William and Anne already have kids, and Lance has kids too which make them Angelique's kids

🐗How do you handle trolls?

i havent had any trolls

🟥How long do you spend in edits?

like 5 minutes to skim over it when ive put it in ao3 idk

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

uh. i dont fucking know

💪What motivates you to write?

someone needs to write about my blorbos!!!

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?

well zombie saga happened because i sent some dumb asks to Felix, anything about the wedding happening just comes randomly, and iwvygiyn came from a page of the sandman!

🌠What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

uhh okay i'll do top 3 for each ig??

ratings: general (39), teen & up (38), not rated (1)

warnings: no warnings (52), chose not to use warnings (14), major character death (12)

categories: other (61), multi (49), F/M (46)

fandoms: & Juliet (74), citc (27), community (16) (last two are crossovers with &j btw)

characters: Francois (59), May (54), Juliet (51)

relationships: Francois/May (61), Juliet/Romeo (41), Juliet & May (34)

additional: title from an ABBA song (19), zombie apocalypse (18), not beta read (9)

overall top 3 are & Juliet, maycois/other (lumping those together lol) and Francois

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

laptop and phone!

🤔What are some words or phrases you find yourself overusing?

'Francois snuggled (etc etc)', probably, among other things lol

📕How do you feel about people printing your fics?

yeah fuck it just dont claim it as your own tbh

🤷‍♀️What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

honestly. none. my readers are 3 friends and my brother and they all love everything basically

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

sinhalese isnt very gendered at all! it was refreshing cause normally i use italian and french which are very gendered

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

ohh... i think the new saga chapters lol

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around?

not sure what this means sorry

👀 Would you ever accept requests or commissions?

yeah!! i might not get to them but i will try (if it's a commission i definitely will though!)

😱What's your greatest fear as a fanfic writer?

the actors reading my fics.

☕Coffee or tea while you write?

neither i am dehydrated

📈Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?

'they forever hold their peace', 'Flower Crowns & Royalty' and 'Glee!' all with three bookmarks

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

ZOMBIE SAGA FOR SURE. idk what network though

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

there was only one bed probably

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

i dont know, i dont watch enough disney

👩‍🎓 Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?

nope

⏳If you could go back in time and tell your younger writer self something, what would it be?

already answered

💯 What rating do you write the most? Gen Audiences, Teen, Mature, or Explicit? How many fics at that rating do you have?

gen audiences with 39 fics!

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

COMMENTS !!!!!!!! AND TUMBLR ASKS and BOOKMARKS with nice comments!!!!!

🐎 Would you ever do a medieval or pirate au?

ohh, that could be fun actually

👩‍🏫Pick a character and I'll tell you their favorite season and why.

requires a character to be picked. i choose Frankie though and his favourite is autumn cause it's cold but not too cold

🎵Do you make playlists for your fics?

only sometimes!

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

my fromeo besties fics :)

❓Insert your own question here!

(not counted)

[clearbun]

look at that, I'm capable of making a half decent pinned post!

artist, writer, and crafter (with too little time in the day for anything)

we absolutely love getting asks and dms, we don't bite! we just have extreme anxiety that makes replying a little harder than it is for most people <3 patience means a lot

main fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Persona 5, Danganronpa (especially SDR2), Ace Attorney, One Piece (still watching pre-timeskip I'll catch up one day 🙏), and lots of other things that I don't want to spam space with, if you've seen us rb stuff related to it we're probably brainrotting over it at some point!

Links:

@and-im-fine writing blog! I post bits of wips here, and eventually links to finished fics too <3

@living-avarice other writing blog specifically for my Greed Lives AU longfic

Greed Character Playlist: YouTube Music / Spotify I add to it every so often and have lots of fun with it so you should go listen <3

we use the tag #dol-talks for most of our general talky posts, "#my art" for our art, and #vent-ish for vents and complaining

system related info under cut:

We're The Aerie, a fictive-heavy DID system! chances are if we've shown that we're into something, we've probably split an alter from it at some point (aka the "I know we joke about having the entire cast of fullmetal alchemist in here, but we really don't need to keep splitting guys from there whenever we're stressed it's ok" system)

some of the alters you might see around:

🪙 Greed (he/him, old because. homunculus. but maturity wise around my 30s probably): the host with the most, that's me! <333 I love talking to people so much and need attention to survive pretty please send me things it makes me so happy <3 I'm the one who runs the writing blogs! I love making content about my source so much <3 oh you can also call me Dol, it's both a "normal" alt name for me and our general name right now (but if you don't specify you're talking to me I'll assume you're talking to us as a whole)

🦾 Ed (he/him, late teens): co-host! bit of a mixed source because I fused with a fragment from the last host at some point (Greed note: he wasn't fronting at all before I started typing his thing, he didn't trust me to do it LMAO)

🤍 Kim (he/she, 34): ex-persecutor, part time gatekeeper, full time diseased

🃏 Ren (he/him, 19): caretaker for our littles and teens, he has a hard time using words and normally talks with emojis and pictures! he absolutely loves people

🖍️ (little): not including her name for now, but we reblog things with #🖍️ when they're meant for her! if you send us things you think she might like you'd win gold stars in so many peoples books

...and more! we'll at least use emoji signoffs if not names too if it's someone specific talking and they want to identify themself <3 feel free to send asks for anyone you see unless they specifically say they don't want it!

[deathschool]

10, 23, and 34 for p101 meme?

*goes to sleep immediately after posting an ask game* Um. Hi guys good morning

10: what does your flag look like? what are your crew colors?

OK SO All of my pirates are different ocs and i give them all different flags. So ill send my 2 fav oc ones :P and describe what i would make MINE (checkerboard print, aqua/purple, that winged heart symbol in all black to look like the clandestine bartskull. teehee)

1 is my oc mina's flag, her colors r teal and black! 2 is my oc catalina's flag, his colors r purple and yellow :]

23: show us your pirate and tell us a bit about them

IM GONNA DO A READMORE HERE BC THIS STUFF GOT REALLLLY LONG. SORRY

Omg ok like i said theyre all ocs soo let me grab a screenshot of my like whole crew loading page.

so jsyk NONE of their outfits are what theyd actually wear (excluding catalinas robe). I dont stitch in pirate HAHA

far left is an old oc some ppl may recognize, her name is hope loomis! Shes a (lvl 70) witchdoctor, blind, and captain of a pirate crew. shes no longer my main oc but i still love her and her crew :P

Since hes relevant to her ill go out of order and say him now: the one in the middle is lawrence nightingale, part of hope's crew, her best friend, a musketeer. (Hes my main pirate for playing, hes lvl 70) He has a bit of a sour disposition and he and hope argue a lot but they care for each other a lot. I also ship him with kane hehehe

Ok middle left is catalina, like i mentioned earlier. Actually ive posted him before, hes a catalan shapeshifter who likes to pretend to be a human amongst people to troll them mostly teehee :P hes a (lvl 46) witchdoctor in game but in his lore he just knows some magic.

Next to catalina is the aforementioned Mina mitchell, shes a (lvl 65) swashbuckler and an emo girl. I dont have much lore for her to be honest but shes just so cute and awesome. She has spiky short twin pigtails. I think ive posted a drawing of her on this blog before under her tag mina

Middle right (orange) is Maeve, shes part of my new main crew! (The other 2 arent in game) shes a (lvl 7, bc i KEEP REMAKING MY BUCKS) buccaneer. Shes also part fox and from marleybone! shes really cool and awesome and sweet and shes best friends with shannon (leader of her crew).

Right is Stormy Edwards, hes kinda new and also his character looks nothing like his actual design lol other than that hes green. Hes a privateer (lvl 7, again i keep remaking themmmm) and hes EVIL!<3 he also has a toxic gay thing going on with vito (witchdoctor with maeve and shannon) and hes just kinda fucked up :P

34: what are the hardest and easiest parts of the game for you?

OK SOOOOO I love the strategy of it all TBH. It was really hard at first but ive picked it up pretty well i think. The hardest part was figuring out how to do gear correctly and what stats to prioritize, which im probably still not perfect at but i think ive gotten it down now. I also hate ship fighting 😭 But yeah easiest is probably just combat i love it i love the battle system. And to be MORE specific ranged combat is easiest for me.

SORRY THIS ONE GOT SO LONG HAHAH BUT TYYY<3

[residentevil-4]

3 and 11 for the violence thing

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

oh god there are so many. this ask meme is mostly fandom related so ill focus on that. im not even surprised by the arguments that proshippers make anymore so i cant cite one of their takes unless its hilariously bad.

anyway i think the worst takes come from the rp community. recently saw one where a homestuck said they believe that, because the stuff with damara was weird and racist, they headcanon the megidos as latino. and like, thats worse, right. now its racist AND damara is race faking.

another homestuck take was them arguing they should be able to call the recuperacoons "coons" because theyre not using it like a slur, despite all the black people in the rpc and especially the homestuck rpc hating it and begging them not to and to use "recups" instead.

im not in the homestuck rpc i try to only follow people i enjoy.

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

34 of them, most are just anything i could imagine people making posts about. people on tumblr ade smart and dont post about genshin but i had to block all homestuck, attack on titan, percy jackson and detroit become human related tags. i also went ahead and blocked character and ship names from atla on top of the general fandom tag because i literally cannot take seeing random character analyses comparing them to atla characters.

[bronsinseele]

#i hate ship wars for a myriad of obvious reasons (annoying. who the fuck cares get a job. ur so mean for no reason)#BUT also bc im now overly cautious#like this when im literally just talking abt. yk. using characters as a narrative tool. aka the things all characters are literally#made to do.#like it genuinely does come from a place of love for all three characters and the narratives as a whole

ok was just gonna leave those as tags but now im typing things out bc i am never chill abt anything in my life

anyways to me its like.

elymei is so compelling to me bc its about grief and thus 1. elysia HAS to die 2. mei has to already be struggling w grief

the fact that elysia and kiana are similar–

mothers named cecilia/celia, technically not supposed to exist in this world, both playing similar roles in mei's arc as beams of light helping her deal with grief and accepting the loss half of love, both being representative of the old kevin and his ideals, both being the reasons why mei joined/left WS

–is pivitol to why i think elysia slots in nicely in mei's arc!!! i think mei sees kiana in elysia in a way. the fact that mei internalizes this idea that no matter what, you will always be linked with your loved ones through elysia is soooo important to her. remember this is a girl who's entire life has been characterized by loneliness!!!

and i dont think elysia could've been replaced w kiana bc i genuinely think elysia already being dead and being someone that mei's never known is so important for mei.

also. ok touching on a bit of why elymei works for me on elysias side. BUT ELYSIA HAS TO DIE ITS LITERALLY HER FATE FOREVER. like not evenn just lore reasons i just also think the flame chasers sims dying is important since it both 1. gives mei and kevin sm to grieve for/let go of and 2. symbolizes this death of the previous era as the current era is truly entering their prime. <- also why i think eden being the last flame chaser sim to die is soooooo important to me.

there is no end game available for elymei!!! bc its never meant to be an endgame thing!!!! its narratives only truly suit a transitional period to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TLDR:

Mei: Before I came here, I met a friend. Mei: She appeared before me as a loser, to act as a counterexample and emphasise that… Mei: Love of any form is not a mechanical idea, but an understanding borne from respect. Mei: …But truthfully, she didn’t have to do that. Mei: If I had not already learned that by now… Mei: Returning to Kiana would have been a mistake. Mei: Yet you showed me those impossible suppositions… Mei: Regardless of your motive, you’ve underestimated Kiana’s character and insulted everything that Elysia had shown me.

-- chapter 34. mei's talk with the herrscher of thunder.

putting like a million disclaimers that i think ship wars are stupid and i dont mean to start any whenever i talk abt elymei specifically bc in my head kiamei informs so much of what i like abt elymei and i only really like when elymei is never end game.

[bloodmooncc]

I posted 525 times in 2021

178 posts created (34%)

347 posts reblogged (66%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.9 posts.

I added 576 tags in 2021

#reblog - 220 posts

#ask - 86 posts

#tzr - 42 posts

#ts4 - 41 posts

#s4 - 38 posts

#bloodmoon rb - 34 posts

#sims4cc - 29 posts

#wip - 29 posts

#s4cc - 29 posts

#ts4cc - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#i think i'll have to lie to tumblr and say that they misattributed my work or sum shit bc they dont let us report on behalf of otherse

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Dragula | Eyeliner

Here’s something small I made after returning from vacation #2. This was tricky to make; I had to use blender’s texture paint to get it to look right. Since school is starting again I won’t be posting cc as actively :<

Big gothy winged eyeliner

All ages except for baby

Feminine

Results vary depending on eye shape

4 swatches of black eyeliner (as shown above + an extra where the white waterline is at 50% opacity which I didn’t show bc I added it at the last minute lol)

Custom thumbnail

Disabled for random

DOWNLOAD (dropbox)

Don’t be fooled by the front angle previews. The inner and outer wings are longer than they look ;)

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1812 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 20:30:55 GMT

#4

❝Enoby❞ Hair

I guess this is my 1000 follower gift? I originally wanted to put this in a pack with a few other items to officially celebrate the milestone but couldn’t bring myself to do that bc im too impatient lol. Anyway thanks everyone <3

Long emo hair named after a goff icon. Oh and 2nd hair from scratch!!

Teen to elder

30 swatches; 18 EA + 12 bonus

Split dye overlay in facepaint (slider compatible) + tattoo categories

Note: for the overlays, the bonus dark brown swatch shows up in the wrong order in CAS and i couldn’t fix it :/ all of the swatches are there and working but just that one shows up in the wrong order

BGC

Hat chops

Tagged as feminine

somehow lower poly than my first shorter hair (7k)

DOWNLOAD (dropbox)

2278 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 19:30:45 GMT

#3

❝Dahlia❞ Preset Pack

Random pack of 3 presets. All are teen to elder, have custom thumbnails, and are disabled for random.

1. Body preset

Mostly changes leg shape, wider set breasts, suits medium to small sized sims.

Female only

2. Jaw preset

Wider jaw with a pointier chin

All genders

3. Lip preset

Bottom heavy with m-shaped upper lip

All genders

DOWNLOAD (dropbox)

3935 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 20:30:55 GMT

#2

Khaos | Makeup Set

Once in a blue moon, I make something that doesn’t involve a mesh.

I love that dirty grungey smudged look so I drew these a few months ago with only black swatches, forgot about it, then came back to make more swatches. This set is focused on dark colors so feel free to recolor idc.

Everything is toddler (go make creepy kids ig) to elder, unisex, disabled for random, and with custom thumbnails.

1. Khaos eyeshadow

Big and dramatic, inspired by Taylor Momsen’s early looks

28 swatches (Top row)

14 plain and 14 shimmery

2. Khaos eyeliner

Filled in corners and a slight outer wing

12 swatches (middle row)

3. Khaos lipstick

Blurred over the lip line, kinda like the lollipop lip trend

14 swatches (bottom row)

DOWNLOAD (dropbox)

Some of the color boxes look the same but they have different undertones i promise

4627 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 20:30:37 GMT

#1

❝Yujin❞ Hair

My first hair mesh completely from scratch! I thought I’d never join the dark side but my curiosity got the best of me.

Short wavy hime cut with bangs that kinda resembles a mullet

Teen to elder

BGC

Hat chops

Feminine, enabled for all genders (however there’s clipping on male sims T_T)

30 swatches; 18 EA + 12 bonus

Egirl strands overlay in facepaint (slider compatible!) and tattoo categories

Inspo

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4840 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 20:30:29 GMT

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[ghostofscarley]

I posted 431 times in 2022

That's 204 more posts than 2021!

98 posts created (23%)

333 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wolfstardaughter-jj

@boss

@lilyswh0re

@ghostofscarley

@volturiwolf

I tagged 144 of my posts in 2022

#adrian pucey - 39 posts

#y/n - 34 posts

#ghostofscarleytalks - 33 posts

#adrian pucey x reader - 27 posts

#fred weasley - 23 posts

#adrian-pucey - 23 posts

#adrian pucey fluff - 20 posts

#dreamwastaken - 18 posts

#fred weasley x reader - 18 posts

#&lt;3 - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 68 characters

#and thats more than and i can say abt most of the pricks complaining

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Those Brown Eyes

Adrian Pucey x Reader

Inspired by 'Those Brown Eyes' - Beetlebug

for the sake of this fic (though i have seen this a lot, idk whether others believe adrian has different coloured eyes) adrian has brown eyes

a/n- this fic is for my hufflepuff boos as (although im a ravenclaw) slytherpuff relationships are just one of my favourites.. also how do y'all play uno bc like, the rules that my family and i play with are what others are usually against.. like for us, its good to have a power card as a last card (like one that just changes colours) bc it doesnt matter what the previous card is (unless its a pick up) but others say you cant finish with it.. yet my family and i have been..

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55 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#4

Can I Be Him

Adrian Pucey x Reader, Past!Fred Weasley x Reader

Alternate version of my Fred fic, Enchanted

For the wonderful @rowanoverholt <3

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @emso12 @pottersbesson @lilyswh0re @cobrakaisb @dayangestre @thiswitchyweirdo @wixabear @14chubs @weasleylovewishes @rottenstyx

word count: 7.1k

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61 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

Frozen

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by 'Frozen' by Sabrina Claudio

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @weasleylovewishes @wixabear @14chubs @hehehhe1d @emso12

word count: 1.3k

(so.. this may be a repost.. and that's bc this was previously a theodore nott fic.. however, i think this suits our freddie perfectly and my theo work is discontinued and i wanted to repost this for our boy whilst i plan my next fic <3)

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117 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#2

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY FIC RECS

for the lovely @14chubs and anyone who has been searching for wonderful fics of our beloved pranksters <3 (this is what i can think of off of the top of my head but i'll keep adding and updating the list)

fluff angst

Fred Weasley

Tumblr

yours truly :))

Enchanted a f

Frozen f

Yours Forever Pt 2 f

Photo Album f

Fred Weasley Masterlist

@onlyfreds

After All This Time a f

Masterlist

@httpbakugou

My Girl Bath Time New Addition (cutest little series) f slight a

Hopelessly Devoted To You a f

and just abt all of her work (accesed all in the lovely archive under fred' name)

@weelittleweasley

If You Love Her a f

I Love You, But You Don't a slight f

Masterlist

@george-fabian-weasley

I Hate You a f

Good Reviews and Spilled Potions a f

@saintlike78

My Little Hufflepuff Brave Little Puff a f

Announcement f

I Want You a f

Fred Weasley Masterlist

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331 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Enchanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by the movie 'Enchanted'

Taglist: @wolfstardaughter-jj @dayangestre @cobrakaisb @emso12 @wixabear @robincantfunction @lilyswh0re @dracosluvbot

word count: 8.7k

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972 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

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[yanderespamton78]

TIMELINE

im not great at stuff like this and ive kinda changed my style of writing at diff stages, so some bits are more lighthearted, some bits are more serious some bits are all shoved into one post, ect ect ect. sorry about that!! also this doesnt get updated often on tumblr, but if you want the link to the word doc just ask and ill DM it to you :DD

APR 16 :

 6:32 am : Turnons blog opened :D

APR 20 : 

8:35 am : Turnon makes the poll about whether he should investigate smth weird addons doing (this shows that addon has been slightly suspicious since the start)

8:35 am : First morse code!!! With the poll 

4:39 pm : “I miss my past” post (possibly relevant??)

4:53 pm : Maskons first post

4:54 pm : First interaction with maskon (through a comment on a post - he didn't yet have a proper blog)

7:24 pm : Addon makes a blog

8:01 pm : First interaction with the morse code entity

8:10 pm : Addon first translates what the morse code entity is saying

8:15 pm : the giftday party incident (i added this bc it makes me laugh a lot)

8:37 pm : rainbon mentioned. Possibly significant? 

9:24 pm : We find out the morse code entity is actually turnon (im guessing right after the acident but i could be wrong)  (the addisons never find this out)

9:47pm : First time the alphabet code entity speaks through turnons posts. Says “i think that's enough. you're scaring him. he's hurt, you wouldn't want him to dust would you?” presumably referring to the morse code entity. Right after this the morse code entity disappears, and any further interactions respond with “but no one came”

9:57 pm : Second interaction with alphabet code entity who says “stop talking to him you're giving him a headache”. Turnon complains about a headache. This is the first signs of a decline in his health. In the next post he says that hes going to go.

10:04 pm : Addon has been translating bits of the morse code for a bit now. The forth analysis ends up being corrupted, and all the characters are just black blocks. 

APR 21 :

9:26 am : First post says that he got a nosebleed and passed out on his desk the previous night. He also mentions that when he woke up there was a cup of tea on his desk which he presumes is from addon but it was never confirmed.

10:59 am : Mentions that the strange people are back (mentioned in the poll) and that hes getting a nosebleed. Mentions in the next post that he feel really dizzy and is going back to his desk

11:34 am : Turnon describes a building pressure in his head like bugs. 

11:50 am : Turnon says that the nosebleed stopped. Alphabet entity gets accused of being slick. It ignores the question and instead tells us to leave turnon alone as he’s stressed with work.

12:00 noon : This post from maskon? Not sure the relevance of the song. definitely creepy tho.

6:14 pm : Here addon confirms that turnon is in the medbay. This is later contradicted by addon himself.

6:14 pm : “turnon” says that he woke up and has no idea where he is. At 6:23 he tags addon for help.

6:19 pm : Addon says that he opened a zipped file and it shut down his pc. This is presumably what causes the medical documents to get leaked.

6:29 pm : “Turnon” says that he knows where he is and isn't happy about it. What??

6:52 pm : A few posts later “turnon” tells addon that he got hurt really badly. He says hes going to try to walk home against addons advice.

7:42 pm : Something happens and “turnon” starts making disturbing posts. They are in english but don’t have spaces. He seems frantic and scared and at 7:54 pm he doesnt respond to his own name, despite the fact that he mentions his goggles and crypton, which are obviously things that are unique to him. 

7:50 pm : Addon responds to the first spaceless post and comments on how turnon couldn't be making the posts as he is unconscious in medbay 

8:03 pm : When not-turnon is questioned on his name he says it is presson and seems confused. He says he found the phone in queens palace (if he is telling the truth, it would make sense why turnon was unhappy about where he was. Obviously he fell into the acid lake in queens mansion so its unsurprising that he would be on edge.)

8:20pm : Presson denies that it was him who typed the weird spaceless posts. 

9:34 pm - 9:59 pm : Presson comments on how dark and run down seraphim is. When questioned on it addon says its probably something interdimensional or timeline based. At this point, his text starts glitching out. Addon tells presson to put the phone in the big machine, but presson says that it looks dangerous and he doesn't want to. He seems genuinely worried about dying, but addon insists he returns the phone. Finally, he puts it in the machine and you are no longer able to contact presson.

10:52 pm : when questioned on the weird glitchy text, he again chalks it up to interdimensional lag

If we go by addons version of events (which he talked about a few days later on the 24th) at about 6-7pm turnon went out and got badly injured. At about 8 pm some kind of entity (presson) took his phone, who addon electrocuted. At about 9 pm Turnon was found in an alleyway with some kind of black fluid gushing out of his nose. 

APR 22 : 

5:37 pm : confirmation that Maskon is Slick

8:28 pm : The first leak of Turnons medical documents. 

9:07 pm - 9:53 pm : this whole saga. An asker accuses Addon of experimenting on turnon and Addon denies it. Id recommend reading it.

10:06 pm : Maskon refers to Turnon as his husband

APR 23 : 

11:04 am : Turnon wakes up!! In a bad state but alive :3 also at 11:08 am he says that hes missing a few parts

4:08 pm : turnon is told about the (made up) debt issues

4:37 pm : turnon is shown his medical document. At 4:57 pm hes told not to tell addon about it.

5:24 pm : Turnon is told about presson. He also says that his last phone is blown up.

5:25 pm : Turnon talks about maskon

5:42 pm : Turnon mentions his legs feeling numb D:

7:20 pm : Turnon secretly spells out help !! wow !! 

7:47 pm : second Turnon medical document leaked!!  (at 8:23 pm i made fun of addon for being bad at stopping important docs from getting leaked)

8:34 pm : we find out about the hats

APR 24 :

12:51 pm : Click gets a blog!!

10:30 pm : Turnon makes a post asking how long is legs are supposed to be numb, and asking why his fingers are turning black. Click reblogs the post and says that hes coming over. After that turnon starts typing his posts really,,, bad,, theres no better way to describe it. After a minute Surf (ambyu-lance) takes the phone and click demands to speak to him and addon

APR 25 : 

6:57 pm : the third medical document leaked. This hasn't been decoded yet, but the first bit seems to be in nihilistic cipher. IMPORTANT : instead of having Patient 25 : Turnon.G. Addison at the top, it has Patient 24 : Crimson.K.Addison. This means that there could’ve been other addisons that Slick infected.

8:16 pm : Turnon makes a post, a picture he drew of himself with the caption “im a little sad, i'll get better”. When questioned on it he says that hes not used to the feeling of being useless.

9:15 pm - 9:37 pm : Clickon is questioned on whether he talked to Surf and Addon. He says that he did, and no one is completely sure whats up with Turnon. Clickon says that Turnons condition is worsening. Hes paler than usual, his fingers are black, and Clickon accidentally pulled out a clump of his hair. Click says that Turnon is a survivor, but even this makes him worried. After this, Addon reblogs the post saying that he didn't talk to clickon last night and theres no footage of Click entering the building. Click is obviously confused, to which Addon tells click to wake up and to stop living in his fantasies. After this Clickon says he feels weird.

9:20 pm : cool lil drawing. Not really relevant but i thought it was neat lol

9:35 pm : TURNON STANDS!!!! He mentions that his legs are black and hurt like hell but hes standing!! (at 9:53 pm he falls over D:)

9:37 pm : Click makes a post that simply reads “Somethings wrong.”

9:57 pm : When questioned if he's ok, clickon replies saying he never made it, before a wall of binary. It reads “Everything feels stuffy, Shadows I'm in my car, I think I'm being watched”. At 10:02 pm Addon reblogs the post saying “get out. Now.” before a string of numbers that haven't been decoded. At 10:09 pm Clickon reblogs the post again with another binary code, this time reading “I don't know where I'm going, My eyes, My eyes, I can barely see, Is it following me”

10:15 pm : Maskon makes some kind of post about Cotton candy. It translates to “i do like cotton candy dont you?”

10:23 pm : someone asks maskon / slick if he did anything to Clickon. Slick said he didn't want yellow to hang out with someone like that, but he deserves his freedom.

10:40 pm : Clickon makes a post in binary. It reads “The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars"

APR 26 : 

7:35 am : Ice cream blog opened

2:07 pm : The runner of the Ice cream blog says that he uses the alias pinup (but for some reason, he can't disclose his real name. Could be for privacy reasons though.)

2:32 pm : Pinup gets a coat!! He comments on how it doesn’t have a tag for some reason

5:12 pm : Pinup mentions addon. He says that he sees addon as a friend but he isnt sure if addon feels the same.

3:39 pm : Clickon mentions he just woke up in the woods with a massive headache. He doesn't know how he got there. 

3:42 pm - 4:26 pm : Complaining about various things. He mentions having frozen joints, so he probably slept in the woods all night. He says “at least hes alive” which means he probably thought he was genuinely going to die (or hes just being dramatic)

4:33 pm - 10:11 pm : lots of things happen in this thread. Firstly, Clickon says that it was him making the posts in binary. He says he vaguely remembers typing something out on his phone, and that he was very scared. The first two are relatively self explanatory, he was scared. The third one he said he remembered looking up at the stars. He describes everything feeling trippy and disorientating as he was running, and feeling like he was being chased. He ends up being told all about Slick and all that. He isnt actually too surprised?? He says that he is nearing the city and he can see buildings in the distance. Anyways Important Shit Happened Go read it

11:38 pm : Its confirmed that the reason why Turnon didn't post anything is because addon took away his phone.

APR 27 : 

6:37 pm : Clickon updates us saying he got back to the city and after a rough night and is driving to seraphim, presumably to check on turnon

6:44 pm : Turnon makes a post saying hes going to walk home and addon doesnt know. At about 6:55 pm he passes out in the middle of the road. At this point he is disoriented from the pain medication and thinks he is back home.

6:58 pm : Clickon finds addon in the road and mistakes him for roadkill. By 7:04 pm turnon is in his car and they were going back to seraphim. At 7:14 pm he says that turnon is speaking gibberish. 

7:15 pm : Addon says a taskforce has already been sent out to try find turnon

7:29 pm : no matter what turnip says, addon finds out that clickon has turnon and sends out a bunch of shit to stop him, presumably not realising that he has good intentions.

7:36 pm : Clickon gets fucking SHOT !! 2 mins later turnon also presumably gets shot. NICE!! Later addon confirms it was a tranquiliser dart.

7:51 pm : at this point both clickon and turnon have been captured. Addon refers to them as ”two ominous individuals” at 8:04 pm Addon reports that they have been hooked up to an experimental piece of darkner equipment that hurts them when they move. 

8:19 pm : Clickon makes a post saying he doesn't want to die. Addon replied a few minutes later with what is essentially a threat (8:22 pm) and at 8:28 pm he ends up confirming that he knows about Slick

[losing-my-mind-in-the-mirror]

Ich habe 22.386 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 22.187 more posts als 2021!

677 Einträge erstellt (3%)

21.709 Einträge gerebloggt (97%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@archive-of-our-own

@mastii-bhara-hai-samaan

@girlboss-nahi-girlbas

@you-re-on-your-own-kid

@romqnticstylez

Ich habe 4.222 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#asks – 553 Einträge

#games 🎲 – 355 Einträge

#ask games – 299 Einträge

#neeks my soulmate🐬 – 230 Einträge

#esther my beloved &lt;3 – 192 Einträge

#<333 – 187 Einträge

#cat tag 🏷 – 182 Einträge

#me vibes – 168 Einträge

#person that i care about <333 – 111 Einträge

#answered games 🎲 – 102 Einträge

Longest Tag: 124 characters

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Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Nico leaving the camp: Bye Motherfuckers! Hopefully I‘ll die from a monster attack and will never have to see ya‘ll again!

Nico: Also, Will my precious baby, don‘t forget our Risotto Date tonight! <3

34 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. April 2022

#4

OBSESSED WITH CATS CULT

@hicanyourepeatwhatyoujustsaid

@chaserofstarsandtheabyss

@abtmeandyou

@humanfromouterspace

@missmohatarma

@somanydreams

@kissestoxan

@hope92100

@hawkeydonkey

@egaliteliberte

@thatonecrowguy

39 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. März 2022

#3

„If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you“

Welcome to my silly, little blog &lt;3

Helpful websites &lt;3 | My Spotify | My Pinterest

Prev URL: @/sternenleserin

About me:

Names: Elise (but you can come up with a nickname and I tell you if it’s okay) | Elsie by @kill-the-liiights

Pronouns | Sexual Orientation: they/them or she/her or moon/moons | pansexual

Nationality: German and French 🇩🇪🇫🇷

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Languages: English, German, French (kinda my grammar is horrible)

„Everything comes back to you“

Sideblogs: @sternenleserin-erschafft (Moodboard sideblog)

@i-quote-the-gays (Incorrect quotes)

Fandoms:

(I‘m in many others but these are the most important ones)

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#2

Today my friend said „I think no one can be 100% heterosexual“ and I think that’s beautiful.

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Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Gods this kid is perfect.

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[calliopesburn]

So you mentioned queer film and docs in some of your tags, may I ask if you have any specific recommendations?

thank u for asking i have SO MANY!!!!!!!!!!

i haven't actually checked but im 99% sure all of these films were definitely directed and likely also written by queer people; for context this top list is all new so look for film festivals that might be screening or streaming these virtually / below i added some older films that are more easy to find

New from the past year or two:

the one i mentioned in the post is one i definitely recommend - it's called Nelly & Nadine (doc) - two women fall in love in a concentration camp, survive, and live happily together - the documentary gets made when a queer grandkid finds old stuff and is like hrmmmm

Rule 34 - one of my favorite films ever honestly - a black sex worker (in brazil) gets into criminal law school (paid for by her sex work) and witnesses her own life and identity being constantly debated in the classroom while continuing her sex work and beginning to explore BDSM at night - she becomes increasingly erratic throughout the film in a way that culminates beautifully (talk about a chaos queer) an incredibly commentary on women's agency

Before I Change My Mind - i think it takes place in the 60s - a non-binary pre-teen kid moves from america to a small canadian town and struggles to make friends for .02 seconds before they set their sights on their crush and become a member of their toxic friend group - puts a whole new spin on 'coming of age'

Compulsus - a woman starts hunting down men who sexually assault women (from the descrip it says it never shows the actual assault that leads her to start striking back, only her committing violence)

Tahara - first of all the stop motion kiss scene still has me reeling. two jewish bffs attend a funeral and things get real awkward when they kiss 'for fun'

Framing Agnes (doc) - gender case studies from a 50's UCLA clinic are re-enacted by icons like Angelica Ross - incredible history

Wildhood - a two-spirit teen falls for another indigenous boy while he journeys with his brother to find their mom

Anything's Possible - Billy Porter's directorial debut - a muslim boy falls for a trans girl and takes his shot even though he knows people will freak out (and they do) but it's really affirming and supportive and lovely and funny <3

Esther Newton Made Me Gay (doc) - ok wanna talk about queer history?? Esther Newton was the first person to ever write about drag culture from an anthropological perspective PERIOD. i think if i remember correctly she was fired from parsons, and was on very thin ice for a long time with her career - but even still she wrote and paved the way for queer academia - writing about fire island, cherry grove, the drag scene, and more!!!!! she also identifies as a butch lesbian/between genders and this film is so incredible for the lesbians - you really need to hear her talk about gender, about butchness and femmeness - ALSO you get to see her childhood growing up in the early 1900's as a queer person and it's incredible, you'll cry but like in a GOOD cathartic way

Sleep With Me (series) - a soapy sapphic thai romance between two disabled women - one in a wheelchair and another with a rare sleep disorder. this will literally give you every cute soapy sapphic moment you could ask for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Girl Picture - lesbians watch this one!!!!!!!! this is a ROMANCE!!!!!! there were scenes where i was like omg!!!!!!! when you never realize how desperately ur craving a certain style - just watch the trailer please ; also asexuals u should watch this one too :) (just to be clear though the asexual character is straight, not the sapphic romance)

Mama Bears (doc) - this doc will also make u cry but in a really fucking good way. this is a doc on christian parents who used to be conservative and homophobic before changing perspectives after their kids come out. most notable is Kai (though she also chooses the name Esther for herself <3, based on her favorite person in the Bible), a trans girl who talks about coming out to her mom as a girl as young as 3 years old, and in spite of the abuse she was put through, she kept saying it and her mom eventually realized she could either lose her "son" forever, or accept and love her daughter. im tearing up writing this - her mom gave up her entire family to literally save her daughters life - and she did.

Nana's Boys - two black men are about to get engaged when the city goes on lockdown and their relationship is put to the test - truths come out and the gorgeous twists and turns of their relationship really shows the gentleness and supportiveness of queer relationships (it's called nana's boys because they were both raised by their grandmas <3)

Unidentified Objects - a lovely film about two neighbors who take an unexpected road trip - their lives of course changing forever as a result. one of the characters is a gay little person who's mourning the death of a close friend and the other is a sex worker who is looking for the aliens who took her when she was a kid (yes that's literally the plot) it's wonderfully well written and has one of those endings that'll send you reeling

New - haven't seen but on my list:

The First Fallen - a narrative story that follows a group a friends as the first wave of the AIDS epidemic approaches in Peru <3

All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (doc) - you'll likely hear about this as its Laura Poitras' new film, it's about Nan Goldin

Stupid for You - a sapphic girl musical????????????????????

Way Down - an episodic on a bunch of friends trying to be musicians - the lead is non-binary in a romance with various ladies and i think everyone else in the band is queer too

The Blue Caftan - a tailor in morocco lives happily closeted with his wife until they hire a sexy assistant

The Inspection - a gay man enters the military and finds unexpected support and family

El Houb - can only remember that it's a muslim guy who comes out to his dad but is a dark comedy (he literally runs into the closet at a point in the film)

My Emptiness and I - a newly out transfemme woman navigates life and dating and surgery

Moneyboys - two gay men in i think taiwan?

so in general i highly recommend paying attention to queer film festivals - newfest, frameline, and outfest are the major US ones (they only stream in the US but im pretty sure you can use a vpn) inside out is a canadian one; most of them stream now!!!! like 80% of their films are available to stream for a short duration so sign up for their email lists and mark their festivals on your calendars because if you pay attention to these you'll start to see actual queer stories written and directed by queer people!!!!!!!!

also consider watching shorts programs - some of the most impactful films ive been seeing have been shorts (there's one called Dress Up that has been glued into the back of my skull for like 2 months) and shorts are basically seeing into the future of queer film and a lot of them are amazing so highly recommend!!!!!!!

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For things currently streaming or easy to find and download:

Fantasy of the Girls (2017/2018 depending where you look) thrilled to list this one as it's actually the film that made me realize im a lesbian :) full film is also on YT

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love dir Maria Maggenti (1995)

Saving Face (2000) and The Half of It - dir Alice Wu

The Watermelon Woman (1996)

Hedwig and the Angry Inch (late 90s i think)

Fire (1996)

Desert Hearts (1985)

The Velvet Vampire - feels like jennifer's body but in 1971 with a vampire who wants to have sex/kill both ppl in a married couple (dir. by a woman; haven't seen this yet though)

Chutney Popcorn (1999)

Paris is Burning (1990)

Brother to Brother (2004) (anthony mackie)

Pariah

Portrait of a Lady on Fire

The Miseducation of Cameron Post (a sad one but chloe moretz dated the girl from the film and the director is queer - incredible film)

Lingua Franca

Fire Island

Naz & Maalik

The Obituary of Tunde Johnson

Firstness

Firebird

See You Then

Ammonite

No Hard Feelings

Shiva Baby

Flee

Passing

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so in general i highly recommend paying attention to queer film festivals - newfest, frameline, and outfest are the major US ones (they only stream in the US but im pretty sure you can use a vpn) inside out is a canadian one; most of them stream now!!!! like 80% of their films are available to stream for a short duration so sign up for their email lists and mark their festivals on your calendars because if you pay attention to these you'll start to see actual queer stories written and directed by queer people!!!!!!!!

also consider watching shorts programs - some of the most impactful films ive been seeing have been shorts (there's one that has been glued into the back of my skull for like 2 months) and shorts are basically seeing into the future of queer film and a lot of them are amazing so highly recommend!!!!!!!

[slimecicle-updates]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Charlie posted on twitter!

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Charlie posted on twitter!

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619 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#3

Charlie replied to Quackity and a fan account! Check out the animation project here!

See the full post

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#2

Charlie replied to Ethan on twitter!

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A cropped screenshot of a tweet by ethan @/CrankGameplays with a reply by Slimecicle @/Slimecicle.

Ethan’s tweet reads “so why the fuck can parrots talk, like what’s up with that”.

Charlie’s reply reads “holy shit oh fuck thats why they call it parroting when someone repeats what's already been said oh my god”.

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My #1 post of 2022

Charlie posted on twitter!

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A cropped screenshot of a tweet by Charlie @/insidetheslime. It reads “Hey everyone, there have been some terrible rumors circulating about me and my past lately that I’d like to dispel. I did NOT go to gay high school, but if I did it was not my intention. I also firmly believe the students would not realize im straight either way. Thank you all.”

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[rose-icosahedron]

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I tagged 542 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i like read and being red icosahedorn didnt sound very intresting and i couldnt be ruby cause i usted to have a freind with that name so ros

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I would like to talk to you all about a specific interpretation of a mcyt character. Or well multiple, but let's not get into that yet.

This character, and let's call them character X for simplicity, has one interpretation of them that I have seen a few times and I'm going to go over it.

This person is an enby canonical, which is very fun. X has a brother, who they used to be close to, but due to fate they have been estranged to a point of hostility. What is this fate you may ask? Getting mind controlled by an evil entity who forces them to go around trying to destroy shit, ruining people's lives, and generally sabotaging their relationship with everyone. People don't question if they are not in control because of some circumstance of their existence that marks them as destined to be evil in the knowledge of everyone around them, and especially their brother. Character X has a black and red color scheme. They probably need a hug. Thinking about it, calling them “X” could technically work off of their name, although it might get kind of confusing.

Now the fun thing is, depending of who you are you either have one of two characters in mind now, either that or you are a very confused dsmp fan and if you are im sorry, but to everyone else:

Were you thinking about Xornoth or Ex, I wanna know.

More than that, I'm kind of thinking about these two in parallel like that now. Ngl i want them to meet.

156 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#4

as someone who keeps doing lore stuff for minecrfat like the food post and stuff i have been forced to conclude that spiders would be used as common farm animals in minecraft

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#3

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#2

is this something?

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My #1 post of 2022

I have seen some people saying that they think people should stop, or will stop, creating art and stories about Technoblade because he died, and I am glad that is not the majority idea, but I have a story I wanted to tell because of this to explain where my philosophy on this comes from. A story about, surprisingly, Joe hills and a much younger Rose.

Once, about two years ago I was writing my first fanfiction and I asked Joe if he had anything to say to the Hermitcraft fanfiction writers. I think that I would not ask such a thing now, the line between what area of fan content and thoughts should be shared with the content creators is a blurred and moving line and I know for certain that that question sits on the blur, but I am nonetheless glad for the answer Joe gave me.

I don’t remember what he said exactly, and I would never be able to phrase it as well as Joe phrased it, but in summary his response, mixed with how I internalized, was basically this: The hermits are essentially folk heroes, that the fact we live in a time where folk heroes can be talked to is remarkable, but that does not change this fact: folk heroes have not control over the stories people tell about them.

In conclusion, Technoblade is a folk hero, not was, is. The man who inspired the stories is gone, but the stories will not change, nor should they. People will continue to tell stories about the same hero, whether or not he is alive because the stories are about folk heroes and folk heroes live till they are forgotten.

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I posted 5,182 times in 2021

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#5

*sigh* so it’s that time again…could really use your fluff superpower 💞 no pressure though, I could always go back and re-read your masterlist

NEVER!! If my baby needs fluff, then fluff my baby shall have! This might be a bit bad cause I'm running a fever right now so... Bear with me😂

Anyway, here, have a little fluffy blurb that can be read as Alina x Darkling or Reader x Darkling depending on your mood.

"Grisha don't get sick"

He was a pitiful sight. He truly was: chest heaving, cheeks rosy with the unhealthy crimson of fever, alabaster skin paler than usual, on his hands and knees on the palace floor, no doubt after having lost his balance, but, somehow, I couldn't bring myself to pity him.

"I hope now you listen to me, and finally go to bed" I scolded, stopping right on front of him, hands on my hips. He looked up at me with glossy unfocused eyes,

"You sound like Baghra" He accused, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, if you were half a stubborn as a child as you are when you're sick, I think I can empathize with her"

"I'm not sick" He insisted, petulantly, even tho he was letting me support most of his weight as I helped him get up, "Grisha don't get sick"

"Fine. Poisoned, then. Obviously, someone slipped you something, a mysterious new chemical that makes you manifest every single symptom of the Flu, designed solely for you, since none of our tasters seems affect by this poison" I snorted, bending under his weight. It was obvious we weren't going to make it into his bedchambers, so I changed course, setting on the nearest guest room, that luckily was only a few feet away.

He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "damn right" into my hair, his -way too hot- breath sending shivers down my traitorous body, that forgot to be annoyed at him.

Finally reaching the bed, I tried to untangle from him and drop him on it, but he held onto me, making us both fall on the mattress.

"Well, well, well... If this was the reason you wanted so bad to get me into a bed, my darling wife, you needed only ask" The seductive effect of his smirk was completely ruined by the coughing fit that started shaking his body even before the last word was able to leave his mouth. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes yet again, instead getting up and away from him, despite his whining. He called my name, the genuine panic in his voice making me turn before reaching the door.

"Wait! Don't... Don't leave me, please!" He sounded so small, so vulnerable and unsure, I couldn't help but melt a little: There he was, the second most powerful Grisha in the whole world (the first being myself), the stoic, powerful Starless Saint who instilled fear in the hearts of our enemies and allies alike, reduced to a frightened, needy mess by a simple illness that hadn't been lethal in well over a century. Not to mention, he was actually immortal.

I shook my head. Men, they were all the same.

He pouted, misunderstanding my gesture.

"I'm not leaving, I'm just calling for a maid to bring us the tea the healers made"

"The healers already made the tea?"

"Yes, you might be in denial but luckily for you, your wife wasn't. The kitchens are already fully stocked with herbal tea, and chicken soup"

"And ice cream? For my sore throat?" He ventured, hopefully. By now, Ravka's eternal tsar's sweet tooth was the kingdom's worst kept secret.

"Yes, and Ice cream"

His replying smile was nothing short of beatific.

"Now, be a good boy, and stay there until I come back. Choose a movie for us to watch together, just-"

"No dramas" He smiled, trying to nod, but aborting the mission when the room started spinning around.

"No tragedies" I confirmed, practically sprinting out of the room, already in a hurry to get back to him as soon as possible. No, no tragedies, I thought. Only fluff, and happy endings for us. Forever.

565 notes • Posted 2021-05-16 22:39:40 GMT

#4

What do you think of a married darkling one shot where his wife is completely indifferent to his feelings/affair with Alina? Like she’s a Second army soldier first and is willing to put the grisha ahead of her feelings and marriage.

I'm thinking I could give it a (one) shot *ba dum tsk* I'm sorry please don't hate me

"Plan B"

Aleksander Morozova x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: Angst but like, not really

Alina was on fire. Her lungs were aflamed, her legs burning with strain, but she kept on running, she had to: she wasn't safe, wasn't going to be safe until she was outside of the palace grounds, outside of the city. Hell, probably outside of Ravka.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized her eyes where burning too.

He had lied to her. He had lied to her since the very beginning, and she had believed him, had let herself be swept away by gifts, and romantic ride dates and pretty words and soulful looks. Baghra's words resonated in her head "He's had centuries to master lying to naive girls"

A sob broke through her chest, the tears finally flowing free, obscuring her vision. She was almost blind in the darkness of the forest, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when she slammed into something hard and huge and was sent careening to the ground.

"Alina?"

"Mal!"

"Alina?" The second voice was a little harder to place, her eyes straining a little to see the features of the person it belonged to, until she finally recognized you.

"Y/N?" Alina took in your plain clothes, your winter boots, your traveling cape. Her mouth fell open in shock, was this why you had missed the fete? People had notice your absence, of course, and most were saying the reason for it was jealousy, that you were too bitter to stand there while the world watched Alina perform. Now she was starting to suspect different. "You're not wearing your keftka"

"Neither are you" You noted, stepping closer, and even in the dark Alina could see your gaunt, hollowed face, the bags under your eyes that looked too heavy to be just a day old. Genya must have helped you hide them, back at the little palace, but now you didn't need to keep your strong facade anymore.

Alina didn't know what to say. How many times had your suffering brought a smile to her face? She felt sick to her stomach remembering the dark satisfaction she had found in every new bit of gossip. The pleasure she had felt the morning Genya had presented her with a black keftka, the very next day after you had stopped wearing yours. The twisted joy when she woke up to a palace buzzing with rumours about you having moved out of the chambers next to the general's, the ones that had always been reserved for his personal heartrender but everyone knew what they really were for...

She felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she confessed,

"He-... He lied to me" There was no need to clarify, there was only one man in the world she could be talking about.

"Yeah, he has a habit of doing that" Your voice was a weak murmur breaking a little at the end, and Alina felt a new pang of guilt hit her chest. She had hated you so much, when you had never been anything but polite to her, despite everything. Because you had never, ever done anything at all to deserve her animosity, other than being the lover of the man she had a stupid schoolgirl crush on.

Now she realized you both had been his victims.

"Not that I'm not all for reunions," Mal's voice made the both of you jump slightly. Had she really forgotten he was there? "But we'd do best to keep moving"

Mal, loyal Mal, pragmatic Mal, pushing all of his questions and feelings and thoughts aside until the task was done, until the three of you could find some shelter or some safe hideout... He didn't wait for your reply before starting to walk again, and you both followed him in silence for a couple of minutes, until Alina's brain decided to catch up with the bizarreness of the situation of having her childhood friend from Keramzin and her not-really-nemesis from the little palace and the darkling's second in command running away together.

But Alina wasn't as stoic as Mal. She voiced her thoughts,

"What are you doing together?"

You opened your mouth to reply but Mal beated you to it.

"She saved my life," He surprised her saying, "back at that old hag's hut"

"Baghra?"

You nodded.

"... How?"

"I never trusted the woman," You admitted without a trace of shame, "but lately, she has been behaving even weirder than usual, so I kept an eye on her cause I was convinced she was going to try something at the winter fete, while everyone was distracted. I mean," You gestured a little awkwardly to your peasant clothes, "It's what I would do, ehrm, did... Anyway, I saw Olga guiding him and another first army soldier to her hut, and then I saw Baghra attack them"

It still didn't answer why you had saved him, an otkazat'sya, when you were the general's second in command...

Alina only realized she had spoken out loud when Mal stopped dead in front of you and Alina almost crashed into his back.

"Wait, you are The Heartrender? The Darkling's Heartrender? The Serdtseyedka?"

Alina understood Mal's astonishment, you had a fearsome reputation: The stone-cold beauty that rode in the night alongside the Black General, glowing in the moonlight, stopping the hearts of entire garrisons with the flick of a wrist. But in front of them, there was just a girl, an ordinary looking girl with a tired demeanor and slightly slouched shoulders and the sallow complexion of someone who had spent days crying, that not even the glow the use of grisha powers could totally erase.

"I'm not the general's anything" You snapped, "Not anymore"

Alina nodded her confirmation at Mal. If he saw, he ignored her,

"Why did you save me?"

"When Olga announced you, I recognized your named" You sighed, "from the letters the general keeps at his desk in a locked drawer"

Alina gasped, a new dagger of pain finding its way into her chest. Her letters, of course he had intercepted them. Just when she didn't think he could be any worse, a new betrayal proved exactly how evil Aleksander really was.

"I don't know why Baghra wants you dead, though"

Mal rubbed his face with his hands, cursing the moment he had decided to take on the assignment,

"The stag. It has to be about the stag..."

You blanched,

"Wait, you found the stag? Morozova's stag?"

"Wait, what do you know about the stag?" Alina demanded.

"I-... I thought he had lost his mind" You explained, almost sheepishly, "That stag is a myth, a fairy tale!" You shook your head, regretful, "I should have known better, now all of us are in danger. Hell, the whole world is in danger! Alina, he wants your power! He plans to use the stag to control you!"

"I know, Baghra told me"

"Baghra? But then why would she-" Understanding dawned in your face, "Oh, saints! I saved the only chance Aleksander has at finding the stag..." You swore colourfully, very very colourfully. Enough for Mal's face to illuminate with amusement. Alina felt a faint stab of familiar jealousy at having the object of her affections show you attention, but she pushed it away. Now it was not the time, and you were too much of a powerful ally to reject. With you and Mal an an amplifier, she might actually stand a chance against the darkling...

For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a glimmer of hope, and it felt as warm as her light.

She straightened, squaring her shoulders with resolve,

"Not if we find it first..."

***

The general was pacing his war room, shadows licking at his hills, eyes shinning with murderous intent. Ivan did not want to be the one to deliver these new set of news to him, not when he was already so... Upset. But the thought of leaving Fedyor do it was unacceptable, even if he was your personal heartrender/bodyguard. In the state he was in, Ivan knew being met with the cut after informing his boss of the new development was entirely within the realm of possibility, and leaving his husband be the one to face that was simply unthinkable.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before clearing his throat,

"Moy sovereingy?"

General Kirigan stopped in his tracks, turning to face him.

"Yes, Ivan? Do you have any news for me?" His tone was deceivingly calm, but Ivan knew better. He could hear his galloping heart after all.

Ivan gulped. He couldn't do this, oh saints help him, he couldn't!

"Well??" The general promoted, impatient.

Ivan opened his mouth, trying to get his tongue to work, the words to come out.

They wouldn't.

Kirigan huffed,

"If you're just going to stand there, gaping like a fish-"

"She's gone" He blurted out.

The general closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in a clear effort not to kill his second best heartrender,

"Yes, I know miss Starkov-"

"Not her, sir. Y/N- lady Kirigan, your wife" Oh, great, now his mouth refused to stop, "She's not in her chambers"

The general froze.

"Ivan..." He started, slowly, as if he already knew the answer but refused to believe it, "If you mean the ones outside that door" He pointed at his left, to the double doors that led to the suite you had occupied for decades, "she vacated them last month..."

Please, say you mean those chambers, the plea hanged in the air between them. Ivan shook his head, mournfully.

"No, sir. Her chambers in the corporalki pavillion"

Aleksander felt his heart stop inside his chest, and he had to look at Ivan's hands to confirm that no, it wasn't the sullen heartrender's doing.

No. It couldn't be. You weren't gone. You couldn't be gone.

"Was she-"

Ivan shook his head again, interrupting him,

"No, sir. Some of her things are gone. She seems to have left by her own means"

In a blink, Aleksander was already halfway across the palace, marching into the corporalki wing, ignoring the curious looks of his grisha as he bursted through the doors of your new bedroom.

He was almost knocked back by your familiar scent, raspberry and peppercorn and something else, something peculiar and coppery and alive all corporalki seemed to have. The smell of the life force at the heart of the making of the world.

He almost wept at the sight of the magnificent kefta he had had made just for you, decadent velvet in blood red at the shoulders that gradually darkened until it finally pooled into the richest black at your feet, because if you refused to wear his colour, he would find a way to compromise, laying unused on your bed. You hadn't even made an appearance at the fete, he already knew that, his eyes had searched for you the entire night.

He had been so in edge, impatiently waiting for you to show up, he had almost snapped at Alina, having confused the room's sudden silence as a sign of your entrance. It had been almost impossible to push down his disappointment, he hadn't even been able to look at Alina as he said to her the compliment he had practiced all day to make to you.

Meanwhile, you had been making your escape.

He cursed the saints and himself, he should have seen it coming, the signs had all been there, you had been pulling away from him for months. You had abandoned his quarters, stopped wearing his colours, stopped going riding with him, avoided him at the halls of the palace, regarded him coldly at the dinning room, even when he started making an effort to show up to dinner almost every night, just to spend a few minutes with you.

And like a fool, he had believe you, time and time again, when you had reassured him after every new public rejection of your relationship that it meant nothing, that you loved him, that it was all to help him in his plan to woo the sun summoner and get her to fall for him.

Yet now you were gone, and he couldn't understand-

You couldn't have believed he actually loved Alina, could you? How, when you could hear his breath hitch every time he laid eyes on you, when you could feel his heart making summersaults inside his chest every time you touched him? And he wasn't quite sure how, but he knew you had to be able to see the sparks flying behind his eyelids every time he kissed you, the fireworks every time he made love to you, coming undone for you every time you called him yours, every time you repeated the single word vow that had tied your fates together almost a century ago: Forever.

No, you couldn't have left him.

He went through your closet, your vanity, your desk... He was right, something wasn't adding up: You had taken your jewels, but had left a whole bag of gold coins right there, had left your keftka but taken your equally easily identifiable cape, had left your signet ring but taken your silver and iridium wedding armband.

He could have hit his forehead with his palm, if the gesture hadn't been so completely undignified: Of course! It was so simple! The coins would have been untraceable, but the jewels would leave a trace, a very expensive trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow. And you might not be wearing your keftka, but your midnight coloured cape was still so eye catching, so conspicuous, so obviously grisha. And there were only two grishas in the whole of Ravka allowed to wear that colour.

You may had run, but you wanted him to follow, you wanted him to find you-

His epiphany was rudely interrupted by Ivan and Fedyor, dragging a bruised Oprichnik into the room and throwing her unceremoniously at his feet.

"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. It was Fedyor the one to step up this time.

"Sir, she was found unconscious in the palace grounds, claims to have had a confrontation with Commander Y/L/N. Apparently, she was the last to see her"

It was as if a switch had been turn, and suddenly Aleksander was all general again, glaring at the blonde soldier on the floor down his nose.

"I find this hard to believe" He said, "if you had truly faced the commander, you wouldn't be alive"

"I know, moi sovereiny" She muttered, not daring to meet his eyes, "She said she only let me live because she had a message she needed me to deliver to you"

"Did she, now?" He quirked an eyebrow, suddenly feeling much more relaxed than he had been only two minutes ago. It was much more easier to find your dramatic antics amusing, now that understanding had replaced fear and desperation "And what message do you have for me, corporal?"

Olga fidgeted on the floor, unable to meet his gaze, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish under her breath.

"I'm sorry" The general's voice was dangerously soft, "I didn't quite catch that..."

"She said to tell you "I told you so"" Olga repeated more firmly, clearly wishing to have any other words to say to him than those, undoubtedly afraid she was going to be the one punished for your insolence.

But Aleksander only rolled his eyes in exasperation. He didn't need any further explanation, he had had the very same argument with you for months, with you taking every chance you got to tell him how idiotic his masterplan was, and how it would spectacularly blow up in his face sooner rather than later.

He internally counted to ten, mustering all of his patience I order not to kill the messenger, before exhaling,

"Anything else?"

Olga hesitated. Ivan pushed her with his foot, Aleksander making a mental note to have a talk about encouraging methods with him later.

"She also said to tell you that, luckily for all of us, she always has a plan B..."

Aleksander had to smile at that. Of course, that was what you were doing, he didn't know why he was even surprised. There was a reason you were his second in command, after all, you weren't only a beautiful face or one of the most powerful grisha he had ever met: you were also a formidable strategist, often a step ahead even of him.

All of at once, it was made clear to him exactly what you had been doing all these months of putting distance between them in public, and now running away on the very same night the sun summoner had disappeared, which coincidentally happened to be the same night the tracker had showed up with information about Morozova's stag...

He realized with a start that he knew exactly where you and Alina were heading.

"Ivan," He ordered the faithful heartrender, "Select a handful of our best grisha for a secret mission and prepare my carriage, we are leaving at dawn. Oh! And get David, he's coming with us"

"Kostyk, sir?" Ivan frowned in confusion, what could the shy durast possibly be doing in a mission?

"Yes, we will be needing a fabrikator" Aleksander declared for all explanation, "and make sure he wears his winter keftka. We are going to Tsibeya"

567 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 03:16:07 GMT

#3

"On the balcony"

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex.

"You're perfect, and everything in between

Keep moaning, 'cause we're making a scene

Keep going, until they tell us to leave"

Notice me - Role Model

"Oh, god…"

"Shhh" His hot breath on the back of your thighs sent shivers down your spine, "You have to be very quiet, princess. Can you do that for daddy?" 

You nodded your head, not realizing he wouldn't be able to see it. You were too far gone to use words anyway, too drunk on the heady cocktail of adrenaline and desire, too drunk on him.

On his big, calloused hands trailing caresses up and down your naked legs, slipping under your dress, pushing it up and up, over your ass, bunching it at your waist. On his lips, his teeth, kissing, sucking, and nibbling at the pliant flesh of your cheeks. 

On his wicked tongue, wet and hot even through the lace of your gossamer-thin underwear, that you had picked out just for him, and now he was taking great pleasure in ruining.

"Tom…"

Your soft sigh was almost imperceptible, you couldn't even hear it over the pounding of your own heart inside your chest. But of course he heard it. His tongue left you, but you didn't have time to complain before one of his long, dexterous fingers tugged your underwear to the side, toying briefly with your clit only to ghost over your entrance a second later, teasing you but never penetrating you. 

He felt your sharp inhale, no doubt about to whine or complain, but you caught yourself in time. It was worth it, if only to feel his lips trail kisses up your naked back as he stood up to tower over you. 

"Very good, baby" He breathed, husky, against your ear as you managed to keep perfectly still while he buried two fingers as far as they would go into your soft, velvety heat. "Just like that… nice and quiet. Prove to me that you can be a good girl taking my fingers in silent, and maybe… maybe I'll let you have my cock" 

It was an empty threat, you knew that by now. If you were to break and moan, whine, or even cry out, he would just slap his hand over your lips, muffling the sounds as he bent you over the railing, fucking you hard and fast in punishment. Good girl or not, there was no way you were leaving that balcony without christening it the same way you had done every other room, piece of furniture or surface, horizontal or otherwise, in that, your new house. Your safe haven. Your sanctuary. The little piece of paradise he had built just for the two of you. 

No, you knew he would never follow through, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you liked the praise. You liked being his princess, his angel, his good girl, as he did bad bad things to you. And Tom was quite aware of that. He loved seeing you bending over backwards to please him, to cater to his every whim, to obey his every arbitrary rule as he made it increasingly impossible for you. 

It was absolutely perfect, you were absolutely perfect. 

"Yeah… Just like that… such an obedient little thing…" Tom savored the effect his words had on you, your walls delicate squeezing his big fingers, the new wave of wetness falling on his palm like sweet ambrosia, like candy; you tasted just as sweet. A part of him wanted to keep playing with you, to drive you crazy, torture you until you begged for him to take you, debase you in the filthiest, lowest of ways you could think of.

But another, more powerful part, hungered for you, needed you even more than you wanted him. It had for the whole night, ever since you stepped into the garden in that shimmery, backless blue dress, designed with the sole purpose of testing his sanity. 

So far, it was a losing battle. 

The cacophony of music and party sounds downstairs drowned the sound of his zipper and belt buckle being undone, so you didn't realize what was happening until he was sliding his thick cock inside you in one long, slow and controlled stroke. 

"Fuck," your boyfriend broke his own rule, cursing out loud as he bottomed out, "you feel so good… being inside you is pure heaven" 

Understatement of the decade. There was a hunger, an ache in him whenever he was as much as six feet away from him. A heartbreaking longing that could only be fixed by having you like that, in his arms and all around him.

"You feel-ah… You feel amazing too" 

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he started moving, unhurriedly but harsh. Deep and measured.

"Really now?" 

A sigh was the only reply you could munster, eyelids falling shut by their own accord, head falling back in pleasure.

"No no." He tsked, "Don't close your eyes… look at them" 

You did as he said, trying your best to focus on the housewarming party still going strong in the garden. On your family and friends, blissfully ignorant of what was going on above their heads. 

"All it would take is for just one of them to look up…"

There was no disguising the shiver that shook your body from head to toe at his words. You felt his dark chuckle against your back,

"Oh, but you would like that, wouldn't you? Them seeing us… I would like too," he confessed, "you look positively stunning when I fuck you"

He licked your ear, from lobe to top, and you swore you tasted blood, from how hard you were biting your lip.

"And no one… absolutely not anyone, can fuck you like I do, can they?" 

You shook your head. But he wanted more.

"Use your words, angel"

It was a trap. Of course it was, cause as soon as you opened your mouth, you felt his fingers dig into your hips for leverage, as he started thrusting brutally, his cock splitting you open in the best of ways. Your lips parted in a silent scream.

"I asked you… a question… princess" Tom demanded, punctuating every word with a hard, almost cruel stroke.

"Ah… yes…" you gasped, "yes, daddy. No one… never…" 

"Look at you, so obedient" He praised, "I think you deserve a reward… you deserve daddy's come"

"Oh god, yes" You almost came right there and then, your walls fluttering uncontrollably around his thick shaft, almost driving him to a climax of his own. 

"Ask me nicely, then" he commanded, his movements becoming erratic, "ask daddy nicely to fill you with his come…"

"Please, daddy, fill me with your come" You half murmured, half whined, not even concerned about the volume of your voice anymore. You needed it, you were so close, you could almost taste your release. And you wanted him to come undone with you.

"Take my come, princess… and come with me" 

You did, burying your screams against his palm, just as he buried his against your shoulder, no doubt leaving a mark. 

Tom pulled out of you, fixing your dress before taking into his arms, stepping inside the room, so you both could collapse on the king size bed.

"That was…"

"Absolutely amazing" he finished, once he could catch enough breath to talk again, "just like you, my angel" he brought your hand to his lips, placing sweet, reverent kisses on each of your knuckles.

"No. Just like you… Tom, you're a dream come true"

His replying simile was nothing short of breathtaking. It never failed to marvel him, the fact that you loved him back. The fact that you were his, such a wild and free creature surely ought to be elusive. But you had willingly let yourself be caught by him, and far from feeling trapped, you had actually liberated him. It wasn't the first time you had done something like that: You had let him fuck you on the back of a limousine, finger you under the table at the Met gala, sneaked your hand down his pants on the dancefloor… The list went on and on. 

He felt even more free with you than when he was a bachelor. 

For so long he had run away from commitment, from love. Now all he wanted was everybody to know he was yours and yours alone. 

Just like you were his.

"We should probably get back to the party before they start wondering where we disappeared to…" 

This time, he was the one letting out a bratty whine,

"I know… I don't want to, but I know"

"Do you think anyone saw us?"

Your boyfriend shook his head,

"The balcony is too dark, and the music is too loud, so I honestly doubt it" 

You breathed out in relief.

"Ok. Let me just grab a jacket and we'll go downstairs"

Tom frowned,

"Why? It's a very hot night… are you feeling alright?"

"I am, don't worry" his concern made you smile, "It's just someone left a hickey on my shoulder…" 

Far from looking guilty, a mischievous glint illuminated Tom's icy blues.

"Don't cover it" It wasn't a request. You were ashamed at the weakness of your knees in response to his dominant tone: he had just fucked you, you couldn't possibly be horny again. He was turning you into a nymphomaniac.

"No?"

"No" He confirmed. They might not have seen him taking you, right there under (or above) their very noses…

But they sure as hell would know what you just did. 

891 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 20:46:52 GMT

#2

Am I too late for the birthday blurbs? I just wanted to ask for something angsty or maybe smuty or both with season 2 Billy and Reader, where she knows he is evil but can't help to still feel attracted to him? Thank you so much in advance

This got completely out of control, and I'm sorry it took this long but I just couldn't make this story shorter or let it go.

The author regrets NOTHING.

"Hopeless romantic"

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, knife play, gun play (mention), bondage, dub-con, creampie, kidnapping.

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

"Cause I'm a hopeless romantic

When I should run for my life

Honey, I don't understand it

'Cause it's magic, but it's tragic

I know you're gonna eat me alive"

"Hopeless romantic" - Michelle Branch

The scream died in your throat even before his hand came up against your mouth to drown it, the crisp, expensive smell of his cologne giving away the identity of the intruder inside your darkened apartment even before he spoke.

"Shhh baby girl" Billy Russo breathed hot against your ear, "it's just me…"

"Yeah, that is exactly why I should scream" you countered, yet your voice was barely above a whisper. Yet you did nothing to step away from his embrace, even as his knife left your neck to toy with the straps of your flowery dress, the same one Maria had gifted you, all those years ago. 

The arm around your waist tightened, pressing you against Billy's front, so you could clearly feel his need, hard as nails, against your lower back. You bit your lip to keep the moan inside.

"Aw, I promise you baby," he cooed, puncturing his words with a long, filthy lick along the side of your neck, "before this is over, I will make you scream"

This time, there was no disguising the wanton sound that escaped your throat, right before Billy dug his fingertips on your jaw, forcing your head back to crush his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and hunger. He bit down hard on your lip when you failed to kiss back fast enough.

"Don't be a brat" He warned you as you shook your head, trying to clear it, to break out of his spell.

"You shouldn't be here, Billy" You breathed out, praying your words would come out steadier than you felt, "The police sent another alert for you. They think you killed that doctor, the pretty one…" 

You felt him stiffen at your back, felt the tip of his knife poke at your soft flesh where the shoulder meets the neck. 

"And you want to know if it's true?" He spat, "Is that what you're asking?" 

"Billy…"

His blade snapped the strap of your dress, the hand around your waist travelling up to cop your newly exposed breast. 

"They're right. I did it." He rasped, flickering your nipple, sending sparks of electricity straight down your spine, "She told me I had to let you go, so I pushed her out the window"

His tone was laconic, and you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or telling the truth. What was worse, you didn't care. He was a murderer, and a traitor. He was a sociopath without even a recollection of his own crimes. He was a ticking time bomb. You should have been fighting him, should be pushing him away, should be running for your life.

You should be calling Frank.

Instead, you leaned back into him, let him rut against you, let him bury his nose in your hair, relished in the erratic little puffs of air caressing your nape. 

"I can't do that" he confessed, brokenly, between pants, "Can't stay away from you, can't let you go…"

His words rang true. It was something you had wondered about, what with Madani and Frank and the fucking FBI hot in his heels, why he kept coming back to you. Well, now you knew: he was just as doomed as you, had sealed both your fates the night he had chosen to fuck you instead of killing you. 

"I was always crazy about you, did you know that?" He had told you, pacing back and forth, eyes frantic, bright with unshed tears, and you had suspected he wasn't seeing you, that his mind was conjuring up some scene from the past inside his head, bringing it back to life as he spoke, "You would hug me goodbye, and all I could think about was your hot body against me. Wanted to push you up against the nearest wall and kiss you, touch you, bury myself between your pretty legs… All you had to do was walk into the room and I was hard for you. At the bar with Curtis, at the park with the Castles. Even once at the Zoo!" He had barked a dark, humorless laugh.

"I always held back, though. Do you know why?"

You had shaken your head no, not trusting your voice, embarrassed at yourself, at the effect his words were having on you while he was pointing a gun at your face.

"Because Frank and Curtis always told me you were off limits. But now, after this?" He had gestured at the constellation of scars marring his still painfully handsome face, "I don't think I owe them my loyalty anymore… do you?"

That night, he had rubbed the cold barrel of his loaded Beretta against your slit until you came, twice. 

The scrap of teeth against your skin brought you back to the present, to Billy's calloused fingers trailing up your leg, slipping under your skirt. You pressed your knees together, closing your thighs in a feeble attempt to halt his hand that even to you felt half hearted. He simply kicked your knees open, his leg between yours stopping you from closing them again, then he took his time savouring his victory, blunt nails softly scraping at the delicate skin of your inner thigh, up and up, until he reached his goal.

"Is this the secret you were trying to keep from me?" You could practically hear Billy's smirk in his voice, as a single digit skimmed the damp patch on your underwear, "how wet I make you?"

"Bill-"

The flat of his knife pressed against your nipple, a warning, making you gasp.

"Don't ever try to hide from me again" You felt his finger slide under your simple cotton panties, "understood?"

You nodded, submissively, as he teased you, fingertip circling your clit, tracing your slit, but never going in, never remaining in the same place to bring you anything else than the most transpicuous shadow of pleasure. 

"Good girl" Billy rewarded you by sinking one of his fingers inside you, massaging your sensitive walls on his way in and out, until you sagged boneless into his arms. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you surrender to me?" 

He chuckled at your whine, perfectly aware that, as talented as his fingers were, one alone was not enough to bring you the satisfaction you craved. But that was not his goal tonight. No, tonight, Billy was out for blood. 

"What is it, baby?" He purred, "Do you need something?" 

"More" You breathed out, "need more" 

His blade was under your other strap now, his forearm a vice across your chest, keeping you trapped as the heel of his hand crushed your clit with enough force to make you cry out. You felt the strap snap, cool night air kissing your nipple.

"Ride my hand" Billy commanded, finally, finally slipping a second finger inside you, "and beg"

Bastard. 

He loved pushing your buttons, obliterating your patience, your pride and your dignity. 

It was liberating. 

You started moving your hips, almost losing your balance as the arm supporting you abandoned your chest and Billy tilted forward to bunch your skirt at your waist with the hand still holding the damned knife, to get a clear view of your pelvis, of your small thrusts, of his fingers disappearing time and time again inside your delicious little pussy. 

It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, and he had seen plenty of obscene things in his life. 

Billy's chin was poking almost painfully at your shoulder, and you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was watching attentively. He always watched, with such a wonder in his eyes, a hunger in those beautiful onix eyes, that made it hard to feel self-conscious, the ever present voice of insecurity at the back of your head instantly silenced by the naked desire in his gaze. You had never felt more wanted in your life, than when you were with Billy. 

And his praises certainly didn't hurt.

"Fuck, so fucking gorgeous, riding my hand…"

"Billy… please…"

"There she is" He muttered, almost to himself, "you beg so pretty, my obedient girl…" 

Oh, it was bad, the way you shivered whenever he called you his. It shouldn't affect you the way it did, you shouldn't want it… but you did. And you couldn't hide it from him, your body was a traitor, your reactions impossible to contain.

If you only knew the trouble that would get you, you would have tried harder to conceal them. 

But he could read your body like a magazine, knew the exact moment when to withdraw his fingers, just a second before you started clenching on them, the precise instant before you came, too early for you to tumble over the edge but too late for you to be able to come down. 

He knew just how to leave you aching for it.

"I love seeing you like this, my little bird, completely at my mercy. You'd take anything I'd give you, do anything I'd say right now, wouldn't you?" 

You gulped. You shouldn't. You shouldn't.

You felt his quiet laugh against your nape.

"Oh yeah," he decided, "you would…"

The room spun and the floor was swept from under your feet, in two movements, Billy had you sprawled on your couch, head on the pillows, legs dangling from the arm rest. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but you had no time to complain as Billy made quick work of your dress, his sharp blade ripping easily through the light fabric.

"I always dreamed about ripping this dress off you" He mustered, soft voice at odds with the almost feral look in his eyes. The sane part of your brain screamed danger. And it had little to do with the fact that the man hovering above you, caressing your skin with a hunting knife, was a killer. It went well beyond that. This was a different kind of danger, the slope of his cheekbones a different type of treacherous, the taste of his kiss a hazard to your heart, the weight of his body on yours a threat to your sanity. 

Billy was wild and unpredictable and entirely too beautiful, the perfect predator, one you didn't even want to escape. You were powerless, the mesmerized hare in the maw of the wolfhound. 

He was going to eat you alive.

"I wanna do something now, princess, something you will like" He hurried to add at your alarmed expression: It wasn't like Billy to give you a warning, "but I need you to stay very very still, can you do that for me?" 

"I… Billy, what-"

"Wrong answer, baby" He produced something from his back pocket, your pleasure ridden mind too slow to process what he was doing until the plastic zip tie was securing your wrists together. 

"No rope today?" You raised an eyebrow. Billy smiled,

"No, not today. Not for this" His kissed you then, stealing your breath and your thought process, not letting you go until he felt you melt into him again, pliant and docile just like he liked you. 

"Now baby, if you bring your hands down" He warned, pointing at where your hands were laying on the pillow above your head, "if you buck your hips, or try to close your legs, I will tie your ankles too, understood?" He waited until you nodded your understanding, blandishing his knife in front of your face, before dealing with your underwear in a single, quick slice, throwing the scraps away from your body. His blade glimed as he parted your knees, settling between your legs, raining chaste, butterfly kisses into your inner thigh, fingertips opening you up to him. You felt your own moisture seeping out, staining his fingers, and he groaned at the sight. 

"Fuck, look at you princess, you're dripping" He nuzzled at your clit, placing a teasing kitten lick on it, and then blowing cool air on it. You had to fight the urge to tilt your hips up in demand. Billy was a cruel man, establishing ridiculous rules and then pushing you anyway he could into breaking them. 

One of his long, dexterous digits massaged your entrance, still not going in.

"Please…" 

"Feeling empty, princess?" He mocked, "This pretty pussy needs to be filled?" 

"Yes, please" You begged.

"Well, you only needed to ask…" 

You startled at the unfamiliar feeling of something cold and hard against your entrance. 

"Shhhhh, baby girl" Billy soothed, eyes never leaving the place where he was sinking the handle of his knife inside your tight heat, "stay very still…" 

You bit your lip, trying to relax your muscles, opening your legs a little wider for him. 

"That's it… good girl…" He pushed the handle an inch deeper, a moan escaping your throat. It felt… soft. Harder and coarser than your silicone vibrator, but not unpleasantly so. 

Oh, no, it was very much pleasant, you decided, as Billy started rocking it in and out, burying it a little deeper with every movement, the ridges in the handle stroking your insides just right. 

"Should I make you come like this?" He inquired, never stopping the careful, deliberate strokes, "Think you can hold still as I make you come on my knife?" 

You shook your head no, you were having trouble remaining immobile as it was, desperate with the need to move and twist and convulse as he angled the handle to grace the perfect, sweet spot no one else had ever been able to find, yet Billy had seemed to master from the very beginning. 

"No? Need a little help for that?" He splayed one of his hands against your abdomen, huge palm pushing down almost painfully, easily keeping your hips pinned down. "Open wider, baby" 

You did as you were told, spreading your legs for him as far as they would go, as he picked up the pace, a hungry, almost angry look in his face as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. 

"That's it… fucking come for me, princess"

Your orgasm was still crashing over you when you heard the metallic clank of the Ka-Bar being tossed away from you, and felt Billy sink into you to the hilt in one hard, unforgiving movement. He didn't give you time to adjust or come down from your high before he started thrusting hard and fast, loving the resistance he felt from your body. 

"Fuck! So tight, clenching around my cock…"

"B-Billy…" You cried, but he didn't relent, instead covering you with his body, trapping you under him as his hips kept snapping against yours punishingly, bare skin against bare skin, and when had he taken out his t-shirt?

"No, baby, there's no escape" He spoke against your throat, punctuating his words with a harsh bite, "You're gonna take it… you're gonna take it all" 

You nodded, even as tears started to leak from your eyes, even as you struggled feebly against him, because the truth was you loved it. You love the pressure against your wrists, holding you in place, the bruise of his sharp hipbones hitting your inner thighs, you loved the overstimulation as Billy extracted every last drop of pleasured pain from your body.  

He sneaked a hand between your bodies, right under your navel.

"Fuck, baby" He moaned, "I can feel my cock moving inside you…" 

Somewhere in the part of your brain that was still somewhat capable of thought, you were not shocked. You could feel it too, overstretched, like he was breaking you in half. 

"Taking me so good… best pussy I ever felt… you were born for this, born to take my cock so deep" 

You trashed at his words, feeling another peak starting to build, high, so high you were terrified of the fall. 

Because you knew it would shatter you. 

His hand creeped lower, wicked thumb rubbing, unmerciful, at your oversensitive clit. 

Your hips bucked of their own accord, trying to dislodge him, leg instinctively trying to kick him off. Billy's other hand left your tied hands to press against your throat, warningly. 

"You're gonna come for me again, princess. Whether you like it or not." 

You liked it. Heavens help you, how you liked it. 

"And then, when your shaking and screaming my name, screaming for mercy…" His thrust were speeding up, becoming erratic, his ferric control finally breaking, "I'm going to come inside you… fill you up with my come… until you're dripping with it. Do you know why, princess?"

You really hoped it was a retorical question, you were far too delirious, too cock drunk too form words. 

He licked into your open mouth,

"Because you're mine" 

Something inside you cracked, the pressure too much for the fault line as you felt it snap, the earthquake shaking you to the very bones. Billy cursed, hips raming into you once, twice, three times before he buried his cock into your cunt as far as it would go, grunting as he spent himself inside you just as he had promised. 

You must have blacked out for a minute, because when you came back into, Billy was onto you again, holding your trembling legs over his shoulders, licking you clean, each swipe if his tongue sending aftershocks through your ravaged, aching body. 

"Billy, please," Your voice was wrecked, you probably had been screaming without noticing, "no more" 

For a second, you were afraid he wasn't going to listen, but then he showed you mercy, crawling up your body, even as two of his fingers sunk into you, collecting your juices, making you whimper. 

"Open up, baby" He commanded, tracing your bottom lip with his fingertips. You obeyed, letting him sink his digits inside your mouth, wiping them clean on your tongue, "See how delicious we taste together?" 

You hummed your reply, unable to do much more. He seemed pleased enough with it anyway, if the way he gathered you in his arms, cradling you into his chest was anything to go by. You remained like that for a bit, catching your breaths, letting heartbeats return to normal, until Billy sighed, depositing you back on the pillows of your couch as he disappeared inside your apartment, your eyes gazing appreciatively the way his back muscles shifted and rippled as he walked. 

Sitting up, you rolled your shoulders, trying to get rid of the stiffness of having your hands above your head for so long. There was a forgotten water bottle on your coffee table that you managed to uncap with some effort to take a few gulps as Billy returned holding a wet towel and what you expected to be your nightgown, but frowned as you realized it was a sundress. 

You offered your tied hands to Billy so he could cut the zip, but he ignored you, focusing instead on cleaning you up with soft, careful touches. 

"What's that for?" You asked, gesturing at the dress, breaking the silence and the tension that seemed to had fallen between you. There was a shift in Billy, a squaring of his shoulders, a change in demeanor.

Some door shut behind his eyes.

"You were right" He declared, kneeling in front of you, eyes capturing yours, "I can't keep doing this, sooner or later someone, probably Frank, is going to notice…"

And unleash hell on both your heads. You knew this, knew whatever… this was with Billy had to come to an end at some point. 

That didn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I have a way out of the country, had for a while" He went on, "have a fat bank account offshore, a nice beach house, the works. Everything has been ready for months…" 

"Then why didn't you?" You prodded, "leave, I mean"

It was reaching, pathetically grasping at straws, you realized. But you had to know, if he felt anything about you, whatever that might be, you needed to hear him say it. You had ruined yourself, time and time again, slept with a traitor, with the man that had torn your makeshift family apart. If this was the last time you saw him, you needed him to say it. 

"Because I wanted to win" He replied, simply, "I want it all. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I want it all: I want the money and I want the girl" 

You stared, taken aback. That certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting.

"What do you mean, Billy?" You held your breath, having a feeling you already knew.

"I want you to come with me, Y/N" 

You wanted to.

You wanted to laugh in relief, you wanted to cry, you wanted to crush your lips to his, cause this was so much more than you had ever dared to hope, you wanted to say yes, let him sweep you off your feet and run away with him into the sunset. You wanted to.

You couldn't.

You thought of Frank, holed up in that trailer, trying so hard to protect that girl he had found, even though looking at her pained him everytime, because he couldn't help but see Lisa in her. Trying so hard to protect this kid cause he had failed to protect his own… You thought of Curt, sleeping with a gun under his pillow, letting the woman he was in love with slip through his fingers cause he wasn't willing to endanger her, to bring her into this war, the war they were fighting against the man currently kneeling in front of you.

You started shaking your head,

"Bill, I can't. Frank and Curtis… they're my brothers, the only family I have left, the only family we have left. I can't do that to them" Every word out of your mouth broke your own heart a little bit more, but you refused to yield, "I won't do that to them"

Billy's hand came up to cup your face, fingertips brushing your jaw. Foolishly, you leaned into his touch.

"Y/N, my love…" His grip turned iron like, forcing your head in place, "I wasn't asking" He sneered, his other hand, the one he had kept carefully out of sight without you even noticing, coming up, striking your neck, quick as a rattlesnake. You felt the sting of the needle, understanding dawning on you way too late.

Bastard.

Billy's cold-eyed grin was the last thing you saw before the world faded to black...

To be continued...

909 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 22:20:21 GMT

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Aleksander was afraid you were killed in combat but finds out you are fine and storms the tent where they have you recovering ✋🏼🥺

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"WHERE IS SHE?"

"Moi soverennyi! You can't walk in her-" A single stormy stare stopped the young healer in her tracks, shadows swimming inside the obsidian orbs of the black general, threatening her to dare telling him what he could and couldn't do again.

She didn't dare.

"I saw her fall, I know she was brought here" She didn't need to ask who he was referring to, she knew. They all knew. "So don't make me ask again"

Despite his composed tone, she could feel the undercurrent of desperation in his voice, feel his barely restrained fear, his pain, and something else, something deep and unfathomable, something not unlike devotion, greater than any flimsy imitation of love she could ever have felt of her own. Every grisha was connected and drawn to the Darkling, that was something the destruction of the fold, the rise of the soldat sol and the disappearance of the man himself could not change. She was loyal to the dragon queen, had been trained by her under the triumvirate, too young to remember the times the Black General had been a mentor to all grisha at the little palace, but in that moment, she knew she would have done anything he asked of her, and she would have done so gladly.

But stronger than his compulsion power, was the power of friendship, of family. Because that's what you were to her. Padruga. Sestra. A fellow Corporalki, even if you were the strongest of them all, the only one powerful enough to put the starless sain back together after decades (or centuries if she was to believe the rumors saying time passed differently in the void) of torture inside the thorn wood tree. And not only his body, but also the jagged fragments of his shattered mind.

Even his very soul.

Koroleva serdets, they called you, in whispers. The Queen of Hearts, the only one capable to soothe the Shadow King's pain.

Either way, there was no choice to be made. She balled inside her fist the note she had intended to send to the queen back in Os Alta. That night, it would feed the fire outside the grisha pavilion.

Zoya of the lost city might be the queen of Ravka, but out there, in the battle front, the second army had one king and one king only.

The girl bowed her head, and with a simple wave of her hand, the sea of red keftkas inside the medical tent parted in two.

That's when he saw you, pale and fragile looking on the cot they had placed you in, your own keftka draped over you like a blanket. Two, three long strides later and he was on you, grasping at your cold hand, the familiar surge of power blossoming at the contact, waking you up.

All the air inside his lungs left him in a relieved sigh as your pretty eyes fluttered open, brow furrowed in confusion for a few seconds until you seemed to get your bearings.

"Aleksander" You breathed out his name, and he almost broke right then and there, audience be damned.

You tried to sit up, but were still too weak to manage it by yourself, so he helped you.

"I'm sorry" He apologized hurriedly, "I should've bee here sooner, but I saw you go down and..." He didn't need to finish that sentence, you knew. Could picture it as if you were there: Whole battalions of enemy armies leveled, as far as the eye could reach, maybe even further, sliced cleanly in half by his cut.

A shiver ran down your spine and even if it wasn't because of the cold, you graciously accepted the wool shawl that Mila, the head healer, wrapped around your shoulders.

"Oh, Aleksander..." Your hand reached out for his face of it's own accord, cupping his cheek. He covered it completely with his much bigger one, keeping it there. Mila was polite enough to advert her eyes at the intimate display of affection, trying her best to give them some semblance of privacy.

"I will kill them all" He was all Darkling as he vowed, "I will annihilate every last one of them. No one shall dare to hurt you again."

"Sasha, I'm not hurt"

"Don't lie to me," He growled, "Not to protect them. They don't deserve your mercy, milaya. I saw you fall off your horse, under a hail of bullets"

"Sebastian was already slowing them down" You explained, referring to that squaller friend of yours, the one that always ran into battle (and into every little scheme your mischievous little brain seemed to concoct with the sole purpose of driving him crazy) by your side, "they never hit us harder than pebbles"

"Then why did you fall?" He inquired, sceptical, "And furthermore, why are you still here, surrounded by every healer and heartrender in your garrison?"

This time, it was Mila the one to reply,

"We are here for their protection. Healers to take care of them, and I must admit, a little bit out of medical curiosity. And the heartrenders seemed to have appointed themselves as their personal guard..."

Aleksander frowned in confusion,

"Their?"

"There are two heartbeats, sir"

You watched in amusement as the terrible, intimidating black general's jaw fell slack, midnight eyes big as platoons.

"I fell because I fainted. I didn't know, I swear, otherwise I wouldn't have fought today. I would nev-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours in a kiss far more passionate than was tasteful for a public display of affection, but neither of you cared. Someone in the background cleared their throat, but it only succeed in making Aleksander deepen the kiss even more, enveloping you in his arms and under his cape, as if wanting to hide you from the rest of the world, keep you only to himself.

And that was exactly what he wanted, even though he knew in practical terms it was impossible. But that word was losing his meaning more and more every minute he spent with you, wasn't it? He had thought impossible for him to survive the thorn wood tree, impossible to love again after the sunlight was stolen from him, had thought Alina was his only equal. But here you were, the mender of every fibre of his heart, literally and figuratively, a star of hope sparking up the long dark night of his existence. Hope because the mere fact that you had been able to conceive his child after over half a century of loneliness was a testament of you at least having the potential to be like him. And unlike Lizabeta, he actually loved you. And unlike Alina, you actually loved him back. And maybe he hadn't been wrong, maybe fate was real, cause he could feel you holding his in your dainty mortal hands.

What a capricious creature, fate was. Another healer, just mortal, just like Luda. Just like the cause of his greatest sin... And now, another healer was the bringer of his absolution.

Just mortal... He would fix that.

"I'll get you an amplifier. The most powerful of them all" He promised, when he finally released your lips, forehead resting against yours, "A Firebird, or a dragon-"

"You are not killing our queen just to get me an amplifier" You chuckled. But despite the joking tone of your words, Mila could see the speculative looks amongst the heartrenders. They had always been the most loyal to the Darkling.

But Aleksander chuckled too,

"Wouldn't dream of it. I make saints, milaya, I don't murder them" He was surprised by how true the words ringed in his ears. No, Sankta Soya could keep her throne, he was going to be too busy with his new family to run a kingdom anyway.

No, he had something far stronger in mind...

But, in the meantime,

"How many people know of this?" His voiced resonated through the tent with authority, and even though his eyes never left you, Mila knew he was talking to her.

"Only the people in this tent" They could keep the pregnancy hidden from the etheralki and the soldiers, but an extra heartbeat was a little hard to keep from a corporalki.

"Good, I want you and a female heartrender by her side at all times" That should help conceal the baby's heartbeat for a while, at least until you started to show, buy he hoped to have found the amplifier by then, "Spread word of her injury throughout the camp, and get my carriage ready, we'll head back to Os Alta for her recovery first thing in the morning."

In reality, he would procure an unremarkable, if fast, civilian carriage along with a handful of his most talented grisha and himself and you would be leaving for the palace before the night was over.

"Now, everybody out, I need a word alone with my fiancee"

That got you arching an eyebrow,

"Fiancee?"

Aleksander shrugged, affecting nonchalance,

"Marrying you was always the goal, I see no reason not to speed the plans now"

You rolled your eyes,

"Ever the romantic..."

Aleksander waited until he heard the last healer, Mila, leave the tent before softly pushing you back until you hit the thin mattress, immediately covering you with his body.

"I can be romantic for you, milaya. I can be anything for you" He proved it, placing delicate pecks on your forehead, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks. They graduated to wet, open mouthed kisses as he rained them on your jawline, down your neck, your throat, right up to that spot above your pulse point that had you sighing, melting into him. "I can be your lover, your protector, your husband..."

"What about the king of my heart?" You breathed out, fingers tangling on his soft locks as his short beard scratched your collarbones, setting your skin on fire.

You felt his smile against your chest, hands on the sash that kept your chemise closed When had he gotten rid of your keftka?

"Yes," He promised, lips trailing down until they were set over your, still flat, stomach, "I can be that"

1159 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 16:56:03 GMT

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