#this is more beautiful than anything i could've imagined honestly

[wataeicentric]

THEM. YOU AGREE?

[cepalliumtm]

Pretty For You

yan!popular girl x gn!reader

CW: yandere tendencies, obsession

a/n: honestly wanted my own take on the yandere popular girl trope. also fun fact: this used to be a yan!pretty boy drabble lol. having a blast with this so just... enjoy. would i do more? i have no idea.

You hated that she was so beautiful. You hated how her smile would light up the room, how her voice sounded like the first day of spring, and how she even had a pleasant aroma. She's the definition of a princess funny how it sounds.

And somehow, she decided her "prince" is you.

You're just another pebble in the sand compared to a polished marble, another face in the crowd. Just like the others, you've had an eye for beauty, albeit you try to find a way to keep it at an arm's distance in fear of breaking it in your hands. You've always accepted that you were a dime a dozen, not particularly outstanding although not ugly. Just plain… you.

Watching what you could call the school idol from across the room, you've accidentally learned about her through passing conversations from your classmates and people passing through the halls. How could you not? Somehow she was the hot topic ever since she transferred, and in your tiny town it was a big deal.

But she wasn't the type you'd pay attention to. The difference in status is just too great, considering that she's the school beauty and you're a nobody.

Perhaps it was pity that caused her to get so attached to you.

You honestly had no clue what you were thinking when you saved her from the other girls that were picking at her, even though you're not exactly the hero type. Something about her looking pathetic like that, teary eyed and helpless, possibly irritated you to the point where you had to do something. You really should've only passed her by.

Because she has a bad habit of latching onto things too hard.

Now, the school idol follows you around like a lost puppy, begging for your attention like a dog would for their treat. You probably could've gotten away with trying to teach her tricks too. Like 'stay', or 'sit', or 'keep away from me'. You probably should've, given her tendencies. But looking into her sweet and pathetic stature, and how could you do anything else?

Her sweet demeanor is literally draining you of your energy. Your friends feel it too.

And it doesn't help that she's as beautiful as a princess. Your very own princess.

You're suffocating under the expectation of being the best already. Even before she bested you in terms of popularity, looks, and now she sweettalks the teachers to improve her grades, and it works. Even budging the most hardened of hearts is her specialty, no sweat.

Imagine your shock that wow, of course she's also rich. How else could she have the time to maintain her looks? Just looking at what she has makes you sick; you almost want to strangle her and drown her in the piles of gold, bathe her in the sweetest of poisons, hoping her pretty face would be tainted by the bruises left from your touch.

All. For. You.

And she smiles. Smiles at all the love she can provide for you. Maybe she's impressed you so much that you'd want to stay with her, be with her forever. After all, she's been so lonely; she's never had anyone else over. And now you… if she could have you, she would trade in everything else in the world. There's nothing for you to be envious over.

It's all for you if you just accept her.

And you couldn’t. Not at all. Not after all the pain and suffering you've given her. Not after all the time you spent, neglecting her because you couldn't stand her face. Not when she manipulates the situation around her to her advantage against you. You're sick of all of it. There's nothing more you want to do than to call it off.

Of course, she cries. Begs for you to reconsider. Makes a scene so the other students could see how much of a bully you're being. How bad of a friend you've been to her. All your bad deeds, your jealous thoughts and your struggle to surpass her when from the snap of her fingers she's handed anything she wants, it all floods back to you. And you know if you reject her again, there's no telling what she would do.

A princess always gets her happily ever after, with everything she wanted and the prince of her dreams. Can't you be hers?

[vera-deville]

May I please request a imagine about Atsushi and a picnic during a sakura viewing? ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Something to Remember

05/01/2025

Pairing: Atushi Nakajima x Reader Word Count: 498 Warnings: N/A Gender: Gender Neutral Tags: Let me know if you want to be added to the Bungou Stray Dogs taglist and for which characters you'd like to be added to! Notes: Really short and sweet, but I do plan on writing another one (more information at the end of the fic). Masterlist

The afternoon sun filtered through a canopy of blooming sakura trees, scattering soft pink petals across the grass like confetti from the sky. The park was quieter than usual, save for the distant murmur of families and couples sharing in the spring warmth. You laid out a simple checkered blanket beneath a particularly full tree, smiling at the way the petals drifted lazily down like a dream.

Atsushi arrived a few minutes later, looking slightly flustered but impossibly soft in the sunlight. His usual coat was swapped for something lighter, and he held a small box in his hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

"I-I hope this isn't too much," He said as he knelt beside you, placing the box down. "I tried making some rice balls last night. They might be...a little uneven."

You grinned, plucking one from the box. "They look perfect."

Atsushi flushed, scratching the back of his neck. "I added too much sesame to a few, but I thought that might be okay."

"It's more than okay," You said after taking a bite. "This is honestly better than anything I could've put together."

You both ate slowly, watching as the petals fell and landed in your hair, on your sleeves, and occasionally right on the food. Atsushi laughed gently whenever you brushed one off his shoulder, the sound light and rare.

The breeze was cool, but not biting. Warm enough to make you drowsy, especially with Atushi sitting beside you, his knees drawn up as he watched the sakura flutter.

"I never really had the chance to do this before," He murmured. "Cherry blossom viewing, I mean. When I was younger, spring always felt like just another season to survive."

You glanced at him. "And now?"

His eyes met yours, hesitant but honest. "Now it feels like...something to remember."

Your heart skipped.

The conversation drifted from there - shared stories, odd ADA missions, silly things like what animal you'd be if you weren't human, and Dazai's latest suicide attempt. Atsushi, blushing furiously, had quietly admitted he thought you'd make a very cute fox.

"Why a fox?" You laughed.

He smiled shyly. "They're clever...and kind of mysterious. But warm too. Like you."

You thought your face might combust right then and there.

The moment settled into comfortable silence as Atsushi leaned back against the tree trunk, eyes half-lidded, a sakura petal caught in his silver bangs. You watched him in that light, surrounded by pink and warmth and softness, and thought maybe - just maybe - spring really was something to remember.

Eventually, he looked at you again. "Thank you for inviting me."

"Thank you for coming."

He reached out, tentatively brushing a petal from your hair. "We should do this again." You nodded, not trusting yourself to say anything coherent. And with a smile that could have rivaled the sunlight, Atsushi looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, even surrounded by blossoms. Especially surrounded by blossoms.

Author's Note: I wrote this super quickly, so it's not my longest fic, BUT, while I was writing it, I suddenly came up with an idea for an Atsushi x Reader x Akutagawa fic. It's the same premise, where they all go for a cherry blossom viewing, but with an added character and Shin Soukoku shenanigans. I definitely plan on writing that, so please be on the lookout!

Masterlist

[doppel-doodles]

Got a few here so brace yourself bestie-

𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮 〜 what does your oc’s voice sound like?

𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻 〜 what kind of people does your oc hate the most?

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝗶 〜 does your oc speak any other language(s)? if they didn’t learn to speak the language(s) when they were growing up, when and why did they learn it?

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗶 〜 does your oc’s name or design reference anything? i.e. music, movies, etc.

𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮 〜 post a song or a lyric that fits your oc

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 〜 post some images or a moodboard that fit your oc’s aesthetic

𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 〜 describe your oc’s personality

For Jú, Ming and Baí :>>> Have fuunnnnn

OH TAMMY MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU

AHEM-

Ming

Caipirinha

I imagine Mings voice as really loud and bold, the kind that just GRABS your attention, I also think he doesn't have a really deep voice(puberty skipped him lol), a good fit would be Polites from Epic for the general vibe but he is definitely a bit more brash than him and talks way faster.

Manhattan

Wukong-

Nah,nah I'm jesting.

I feel like the one type of person Ming would immediately not like is those who take what they have for granted and demand more, it's the greed these people possess that would piss him off so much considering he had little to nothing that's just a punch in the gut.

So it grinds his gears even more when there is zero appreciation.

Blue Hawaii

Nope, he only ever spoke Chinese in the context of his lmk/jttw story:D

Chocolate Martini

Technically Ming references my other oc Klara in his design, his human one anyway, sharing her color pallet and even the name has the same meaning as hers which is "bright"! In his ghost form the blood dripping from his mouth also a reference to his death:}

Dirty Banana

I will throw in a whole bit of a song alongside some lyrics cause I feel like it:

"Gone from living feeces to your priority, funny how much more you notice something that you can't see."

"A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock all this could've been avoided all i wanted was to talk."

"Now that I've been appointed as your new king I decree that it's too late to start caring about me."

From the song "Hansel" by Sodikken

"This life is amazing! If you greet it with open arms!"

From "Open Arms" from the Troy saga of Epic the musical

"Thanks for nothing."

"Swallow your poison make me numb, I don't care if my heart stops."

From "Poison" by Jayn

Harvey Wallbanger

Grasshopper

I would describe Mings personality as that of a caretaker, very kind and nurturing, he is always thinking of others to the point the only thoughts he spares himself are negative ones, he is also the most emotionally mature even if it doesn't seem like it, when it matters it is he who is always the bigger person.

This persists to how he is now but he definitely lost a lot of his optimism, he is more melancholic, more soft and slow. Less impulsive and always three steps ahead of everyone while sleeping with both eyes open as that once boundless trust is gone.

Shattered to bits.

Baí

Caipirinha

I have already made a voice claim for Baí with this animatic and honestly I genuinely think it's a perfect match, it's a very smooth voice and sounds absolutely menacing and condescending when it wants to be but it's also just enchanting at the same time! Very charming indeed.

Once again not too deep either and carries the same kind of calm I think is very signature to Baí.

Manhattan

It's people who seek conflict and cruelty without any rhyme or reason, it's the people who treat those they dont understand with disdain and disgust and it's the people who abuse and force their will upon others.

Baí hates monsters who call themselves humans.

Blue Hawaii

He speaks a lot! Chinese,Korean,Russian honestly just a bunch of countries surrounding Chinese borders.

He has been alive for so long and travelled so much, he definitely saw more of the world than most. And of course every new place meant he had to fit in, he definitely isn't fluent in all of them but he speaks many decent enough.

Chocolate Martini

Just like with Ming, Baí references my other oc Katie who is infact Klaras twin sister!

They also share a colour pallet and the same name meaning, in their case it means "pure". But Baí also has a reference to LBD as on the back of his jacket he has a ribcage embroidered on it which glows to!:}

Dirty Banana

"I remember you from a dream I thought was true, you bright with magic and I blindedby my youth."

"All I wish is, for your hand to hold, you see. Only your smile kills the dark in me."

"Was I a fool to trust in those lies?"

From AmaLees cover of "Magia" from Madoka Magica

"It's my devotion that cuts me open time again."

From "Devotion" by AmaLee

You want a taste of my brain? Okay. It's yours anyway."

From "Misery Meat" by Sodikken

"Be my mentor be, be my guide, show me where to run and where to hide."

"I know you would've known just what to do, with all the things that life coukd throw at you."

From "Alarm Call" by The Correspondents

Harvey Wallbanger

Grasshopper

Baí is defined by his serenity as a character, he is calm and composed yet just always a little mischievous, he comes across as scheming all the time. He is also almost always cared for by someone else so he is very reliant on other people, he can't really make decisions by himself as his life was always that other people make those choices for him.

And despite that he keeps people away from him emotionally, there is a wall there a strange sense of professionalism I guess?

No doubt tho he is creative, with flashy outfits and the flawless confidence of a model with just the right amount of sass to be classy.

Jú

Caipirinha

Obviously I want Jú's voice to be siren levels of beautiful but that isn't a very good description ey? So I thought a little more for what I truly wanted.

I picture a kinda gender neutral voice if that makes sense? Not so high pitch yet also not deep, right in the middle. Her tone is also extremely monotone and dry, she borderline sounds sarcastic without meaning to.

I want something commanding yet soft spoken, stern if you will.

Manhattan

Honestly I can see her hate those who exploit the ones who are naive, coming from the entertainment buisness this practice is normalised to a worrying degree.

Blue Hawaii

She doesn't speak many other languages with any kind of fluency other than maybe English since she is Yúnlü manger and handles a lot of the buisness matters for her and those can be international given her fame.

I think she does listen to a lot of different kinds traditional music from different cultures so she might've picked up a few words and phrases but nothing more.

Chocolate Martini

The stripes of her pants forming these rectangles refrence her "sturdy" personality as she is the most straight laced of her group.

Her colors also reference the bright oranges of her younger years now having dulled down to shades of brown.

Also her human fro references lyrics from the song "Queen of Kings" by Alessandra AHEM-

"Got raven hair, as dark as night."

"Icy eyes, outta sight, outta sight."

Dirty Banana

"I'm calling you like a Siren."

From "Siren" by AmaLee

"What role am I playing? A fool or humble gir? What mask am I wearing, does it cry or feel above the world?"

From "Entertaining" by HalaCG

"Belladonna,belladonna,belladonna,belladonna. Dangerous,addictive don't come here unless you wanna."

From "Belladonna" by Ava Max

"She,queen of the kings,runni' so fast,beatin' the wind. Nothi' in this world can stop the spread of her wings."

From "Queen of Kings" by Alessandra

Harvey Wallbanger

Grasshopper

Jú is the responsible one. You can count on her to get crap done but there isn't much fun on the side, she is no nonsense,dry, straight faced and seems perpetually either annoyed or disappointed by everything. While it definitely is not truly like that her reactions leave much to be desired by.

She is confident without being cocky but still fades into the background very easily and she doesn't seem to mind that, if anything she prefers it.

Has stopped putting in much effort into her relationships, or better put she is afraid to do so let alone seek out new ones, having become an introverted shut in who drowns herself in work.

Despite her dry exterior she is no robot tho, beneath it hides someone who can be the most genuine,caring and vulnerable person around.

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 6 Part 1

Welcome back to my liveblog! As a reminder, this is a re-read, so expect plenty of spoilers!

Don't intentionally spoil people or get thwacked in the face.

Huh. So they have been here for about a week. Makes Rin's exasperation even more understandable.

Wow, rude. I feel like if you actually knew her, that's kinda the last thing she would do. She hates eating weird stuff.

Batting 0 for 3 Maizuru. Honestly, I originally thought she was kind of a jerk, but between this and "Ninja Art: Babysitter", I think her observational skills are just really bad.

See? She doesn't have a clue why this is an atrocious idea.

I mean, it was an elf who was around during Delgal's day, and was using exceptionally potent ancient magic. Who the heck else would it be? Plus the orcs confirmed his identity. And of course Laios thinks Thistle is mad about the food.

Asebi is not amused.

Hmm... another depiction of the winged lion with horns. Also, there was no need to bring up the black magic. Marcille used a regular resurrection spell, just using ancient magic to boost the power level. If the dragon hadn't been soul-bound by Thistle, it would have gone without a hitch. People like to joke Marcille did nothing wrong, but in this one case, I think she was totally in the right. There is plenty of time for her to commit war crimes later.

Chilchuck: Gasp! You were drugging him!

Kabru is here for ALL the hot goss. From a distance.

I love how the canon explanation for why Faligon has feathers is that Dragons = Dinosaurs. It's like an atavism or something. Idk, it looks cool. Stop asking questions.

God. Marcille may be my favorite, but I relate so much to Laios. This chapter and the next are painful. (And I'm not talking about the part where everyone dies)

If only Chilchuck won the coin toss, we could've avoided this drama. (At least until Shuro saw Falin)

Now that's a trustworthy face if I ever saw one.

Well well well. If it isn't the consequences of my actions.

I know I just got done explaining that her actions were fine. Just let me be funny.

Eh, it's worth a try. It works in at least one alternate universe.

She's beauty, she's grace. She's gonna eat your face.

What's all the more heartbreaking is you get little moments where Falin shines through. She wants to pet the doggie! But then the dragon reasserts itself.

Even freakier, I think this is actually Falin too. You can see her pupils oscillate throughout this scene between normal, and elongated.

Like, I don't think it did that on purpose, but the dragon is more than happy to exploit the opening it creates.

Holm? Holm, are those golem cores? Have you been holding out on us?

Man, no wonder she freaks out. Imagine you've been a dragon for who knows how long, covered in scales of iron, and suddenly this dude manages to stab you five times like it's nothing. Heck, Laios just stabbed her in the foot with a normal sword. This dragon must be fearing for it's life like crazy.

Obligatory Whoa Hey!

An important image.

No you dummy. This is standard dungeon procedure. There's a reason healers like Holm and Falin wear those silly robes. So that they get priority resurrections.

Hold up a sec. My drama senses are tingling.

I am genuinely curious what this insult was in the original Japenese, if only because I can't see that coming from either of them.

You know, when I first read Dungeon Meshi, I kinda glossed over the secondary cast a lot. Hard not to when you have my attention span, and like two dozen characters. I didn't even notice the Asebi stuff.

I know people dunk on Toshiro a lot, but I really have to question his relationship with his retainers if a simple thank you and sorry elicits this sort of reaction. Honestly, I mostly get the impression that his dad isn't great, and Maizuru is too loyal to do anything about it.

I also have to wonder why he left Asebi behind. Did he just not want to bother? Or is he rethinking his whole relationship with his retainers, and is offhandedly giving her her freedom?

Like brother like sister.

Image limit reached! I'll be back in a bit. Need to get some meshi!

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

A smutty Paul fic for your big sister ? 🤪😇

PAUL LANDERS - Afterparty

It's hard to keep his hands off of you, especially when hammered

Genre: Smut

Notes: Not much to say about this one. As I read back through it, I realize Paul now has a neck/collarbones kink or something… My bad guys lol

Rammstein had just played their largest show to date, and that meant there was no better cause for celebration. So there you stood in front of the large mirror in your hotel bathroom, putting on the finishing touches of your glittery makeup.

"Babe I gotta piss- Oh shit..." Paul stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the open doorway with his jaw hanging open. You looked good. Real good. The glittery red dress he bought for you looked better than he could've even imagined. The heart shaped neckline with thin straps exposed just the perfect amount of cleavage to leave him drooling, your sharp collarbones just itching to be adorned with dark hickeys. The sparkling fabric hugged your waist just right, cascading down into beautiful ruffles that stopped just in time to show off your strappy red heels. He had to will the words to come out of his mouth, "Scheiße... You look amazing!"

You laughed at his response, putting your eyeliner down so you didn't ruin your work. "You bought me this dress! I'd sure hope I look good in it!"

"It's perfect! Fucking perfect!" He stepped up behind you, huffing when he realized your heels made you taller than him. Regardless he kissed up your shoulder to your neck, mumbling praise into your flesh.

"Quit being silly!" You giggled, watching him in the large mirror.

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm being very serious." He wiggled his eyebrows, picking up the diamond necklace he gifted you from the countertop, gently clasping it to your neck. "I think you look beautiful my love." Paul always knew the best way to melt your heart. Putting your jewelry on for you was definitely one of them. Honestly he just loved the way it accentuated your skin, how it made you look that much more sexy. He absolutely loved gifting you clothing and jewelry.

You laughed once more, "go piss so we can get going Paulchen!" You turned around, placing a sweet kiss on his lips before walking out of the bathroom, giving him privacy. Not that he really gave a shit about privacy in the first place.

Paul was ecstatic to be spending the biggest night of his career with you and his bandmates. His brothers. He just couldn't seem to shut up during the limo ride to the club. All of the boys laughing and joking alongside him. You loved seeing their tight relationship, seeing how supportive they were of each other, how much they cared for one another.

The club was absolutely packed, most of the attendees invited personally by the band or their management, some sneaky fans getting the information and making their way in. As soon as the band walked in, they were swarmed. Girls left and right begging for autographs, or asking to dance. Yet Paul kept his eyes on you throughout everything. He couldn't even think about anything else but you. How stunning you looked, how lucky he was to have you, how badly he wanted to tear that dress off of you.

Wait- What?

He shook his head, trying to rid the dirty thoughts. You two were in public after all. He went off to the bar, getting two glasses of champagne for the both of you. Making his way over to you he handed you a glass, kissing your cheek.

"To your success!" You toasted, raising your glass high.

"To a great show!" He smiled back, clinking his glass with yours before taking a long sip of the bubbling drink.

The two of you giggled and chatted for a while before Paul was dragged away by Richard, presumably to get more drinks. The two of them together were known to overindulge. You spent some time talking with Flake about the show. He spoke rather critically, telling you about all of the mistakes everyone made. Even though he knew you watched the show side stage and everything ran just fine from your perspective.

"Flake, you always do well. Don't be so hard on yourself! This is a night to celebrate!" You nudged him with your elbow, a cheery smile on your face as you take another sip of your champagne.

He let a small smile slip at your words, "Y/N, you always know how to brighten a room."

"I try my damndest! Now go talk to some of those pretty girls staring at you! They look like they want to kill me for talking to you!" You giggled, sneaking glances over at the group of girls obviously dying to get a chance to speak with Flake.

"You know I'm not interested..."

"Go!" You push him gently in their direction, watching him go before making your own way to the bar. Sipping on your next drink you surveyed the room, watching everyone dancing and having the time of their lives. You felt almost selfish thinking about stealing Paul away for yourself. Sighing, you downed the glass, sitting on the barstool with a frown.

A familiar large framed man came and sat next to you. "Why on earth are you pouting? You're supposed to be celebrating with the rest of us." Till spoke matter-of-factly.

"I'm not pouting!"

"Liar."

You scoffed, you loved Till but sometimes he just irritated the hell out of you. You knew he was right and that was what irritated you the most. "I don't want to bother Paul when he's having such a good time with everyone else."

Till snorted, looking at you like you were a foreign creature. "Bother Paul? Bother your boyfriend? The man who would rather spend every second with you? God you're incredible!"

Your frown only deepened at his teasing.

"I don't think you could ever bother him. He loves you like a lost puppy follows it's owner. Speaking of... Here he comes." Till nodded in Paul's direction.

"Baby! Babe! Lets dance!"

You turned to watch as he stumbled towards you with a wide smile. You felt your own frown disappear as he grew closer. "Paul! Oh my god how much have you had to drink already?" You laughed, catching him as he stumbled into you.

Drunkenly he grabbed your hand, planting a kiss on the back, looking up at you with a glazed over daring look. "Not enough! Now lets dance! You're too sexy to be sitting at the bar with this dumbass!" He pulled you up from where you sat, dragging you to the center of the dancefloor.

You couldn't contain your laughter as he started drunkenly dancing, spinning you around and ending in a dip, kissing you feverishly. Kissing him back with the same intensity you felt his hands feeling you up, loving the way he groped all the right places.

"Don't start what you can't finish Landers." You smirked at him.

"Oh I'll finish. I'll make sure you will too." He gave a wink, pulling you up from the dip and pressing you to him. "I've been dying to have you since you put that damn dress on. We might just have to go home early."

"Oh did you think I'd be disappointed by that?" You laugh, pulling his tie hard, your faces now inches apart.

"I hope not, cause that's what we're doing." He smirked, snatching you up from the floor, holding you firmly in his strong arms as he walked through the packed crowd. You felt like a princess in his arms, your long dress sparkling in the lights of the club. Walking out to the street, he called a cab, the two of you getting back to your shared apartment quickly.

As soon as the door shut he was on you, shoving you against the wall, immediately attacking your neck, leaving hickeys he'd been dying to cover you with since the beginning of the night. He knew he’d have to convince you tomorrow not to cover them up. Once he deemed your neck adequately marked he dragged you right over to the bed, wasting no time to strip you out of your stunning dress, smirking at the red lace panties you wore underneath. “You planned this didn’t you?” He chuckled, sinking to his knees in front of you.

“So what if I did?”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your ankle, gently taking off your heels in the process before kissing slowly up your leg, to your calf, your inner thigh, his eyes trained on you the whole time, ready to see you falter. You tried to suppress the shiver that rocketed up your spine, the arousal that pooled between your thighs with each hot kiss he left. You watched as Paul nipped at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “My perfect girl. Fucking sexy.” He mumbled into your skin, licking softly at the lace fabric of your lingerie. Using his teeth he dragged them down your legs, getting impatient as he often did, lapping at your core in a way that had your knees weak.

Immediately you shot your hand down, gripping his hair with a loud moan. Of course your strong grasp didn’t deter him, only spurring him on further, eating you like a man starved.

“You taste so good babe- fuck I missed this-“ he groaned between teasing licks to your clit.

You let your head fall back with a moan, “don’t tease… your teasing is torture-“ you could practically feel his smirk against your thigh, giving a hard bite before standing up and kissing you harshly. He was so desperate, so ready for you. He couldn’t wait any longer. Pushing you down onto the bed he practically tore his own clothes off, having no more patience to sit here and tease.

In an instant he was on top of you, kissing your neck vehemently, sucking on the strained muscles as you tilted your head for more access, licking at the diamond necklace he gifted you for your anniversary. He loved every part of you, and he couldn’t wait to have you. It didn’t take long for him to be buried deep inside of you, setting a rigorous pace. His moans were like music to your ears, and lord knows he’s not shy about being loud.

“Fuck I’ve been dying to have you for so long…” he moaned out, gripping your hips tightly with his face buried in the crook of your neck. “My perfect girl…”

Paul wrapped your legs around him, getting an even deeper angle which had you seeing stars. He kept his head buried in your neck, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. He was convinced the two of you were made for each other. Two pieces of the same puzzle.

You loved him more than anything. The way he kissed you, the way he touched you, the way he fucked you. You ran your nails harshly down his back, leaving angry red marks, pulling a guttural moan from Paul. The fire in your belly was growing hotter with each thrust, threatening to burn you alive, your release growing closer.

"Harder. Please-" You begged, keeping your nails dug firmly in his back.

Paul wasn't one to deny you, following your instructions he pounded into you, his hot breath fanning across your neck, panting with each thrust. He knew you were close with the way you clung to him, your sharp nails drawing blood from his flesh. Fuck he loved it.

With each thrust your eyes screwed shut tighter, finally feeling the wave of release crash over you. Paul continued roughly fucking into you, once, twice, three times more until you felt him tense, letting a strangled moan out as he came. He didn't move from his position on top of you, his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving with each heavy breath.

"Paul... You're suffocating me!" You breathed out, laughing softly.

Slowly he clambered off of you, admiring you and your perfect curves, the fucked out look you wore on your face. "You're fucking perfect." He mused, running his calloused fingers across your collarbones then down between your breasts.

You could only blush as he touched you, avoiding his gaze.

"Let’s shower. Maybe even a round two?" He winked, gently picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to shower. He set you down on the counter, turning the water on, testing the temperature every so often. He chuckled to himself, obviously amused with his own thoughts.

"What now Paulchen?" You asked with a giggle.

"Fuck that afterparty. We throw a better one anyways." He grinned cheekily.

[sweatandwoe]

hello! ^u^

request for a terzo love confession fluff w/ gn reader, just need to feel smth lol

ty sm!! :D

I know you said fluff so there'll be a touch of that here, but I got an idea

Terzo x GN!Reader, Love Confession, Slight Angst, Fluff, Very very slight hint of Omega x Reader x Terzo

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He needs to confess. It is not a want anymore, it is a need. The longing in his chest is becoming overwhelming, to the point he finds himself drifting into a gloomy state whenever he passes by your room.

Terzo is a man of passion. He never has a plan - he tends to just go with his heart, then his gut, and sometimes his head chimes in when he may be doing something far too stupid. Maybe that was why you hadn't spoken to him in the past week.

He can hear his head chiming in now, that the clergy will have his head for this. But he honestly doesn't care. The third Papa needs to tell you he loves you. Face to face.

The ghouls will help, they're already waiting outside your room. He knows they have probably lingered for some time now, guarding your door the moment he started to feel the need to confess. They always were aware when he was about to do something stupid.

He hopes you don't mind it. That you won't be too angry with him.

Your room is cold. Dark. Which wasn't a surprise, when he sees you laying on top of the plush bed. Flowers surround your head, and petals decorate the length of your body. There's a small shine from the glass coffin lid that keeps you fresh and contained.

He was glad he denied the burial to happen, a point of contention between himself and Imperator. You look like a fairytale in the coffin. Painted lips, a beautiful black robe covering your body. Your hands folded over your waist like you could've just been sleeping. If he flicks his gaze over you fast enough, he can almost pretend like there's a movement.

Almost.

Terzo is a man of action, and the ghouls help him. Drawing the runes in blood, guiding him in action. Omega watches over your corpse with such care, and Terzo knows how much the ghoul misses you as well. His clawed hands rest on your coffin, and he rests a gloved hand on top of the ghoul's hand, giving it a light squeeze before they're both ushered away to light more candles, or draw more runes.

The lid is removed and Terzo speaks words he knows he was forbidden to say. Similar ones he helped curse Nihil with, with his brothers so long ago.

But you'll last far longer than a song.

After it's all stated, he sits in silence for minutes. It's terrible. His chest aches, the longer he watches you remain still. Not a single twitch. And then -

You're gasping for air. Your eyes are so wide, blinking hard from the lights. He can't even imagine how dry your eyes feel now, and you're gazing around near blindly. There's a wildness to you that hadn't been present in life, but he moves his hand over to hold your own and you begin to calm.

"Terzo?" Your voice is rough, and he shushes you, gently. Leaning down to kiss your forehead and he holds your hand tightly.

"Don't speak, amore." He smiles at your wide eyes, and he moves to kiss your cheeks next too. Joy fills his chest, and he can't help but kiss everywhere he can right now, covering your face. Omega is the one who manages to pull him back when you start to feel overwhelmed. "Apologies, tesoro."

"Terzo... I-"

"I know." He holds your cheek, smiling down at you, quieting you again with a soft tone. Your voice sounds so rough, he doesn't think you should speak even though he wants to hear your voice. "And you're back now. It will never happen again. Not while I am here."

The ghouls surround the coffin. A protective barrier, as though the clergy would burst through at any moment. But they wouldn't know the spell had been performed until your living form left this room.

You sink into the coffin bed and glance at him. The fear is slowly leaving your eyes, and he holds your gaze. He will never let anything take you away again. Terzo will put his foot down, you will accompany him on tour if you must. Or he will threaten to retire-

Mist conjures up water, and helps you drink while Terzo keeps a close eye, Omega hovering behind him. Once you've drunk your fill, you look far more lively. A tension still resides in your shoulders.

"Why did you bring me back?" It's a whisper, but now it's one of shock, laced with worry, but at its core, he knows what it is - fear. "Terzo, they'll do worse than they did to me, to you, for this. You can't-"

"I have." He says it firmly because it is already done. There was no going back now. "I love you, tesoro. I couldn't stand to live without you." Leaning forward, he presses his forehead to your own. "The clergy can strip me of my Papacy. I don't care. I do not need to follow their rules to worship the Dark Lord. We can run away together, we can-"

You silence him, by touching his hand. Your fingers are warm now, and he never thought he'd relish so much into that. "I love you too."

His heart is full. He meets your eyes before you share one more kiss, before you whisper his name in question once more. "Yes, amore?"

You lean close to him and whisper, "Get me out of this fucking coffin, please."

With a laugh, he helps scoop you up. Putting you on your feet, but looping his arm around to steady you.

No matter what happens, Terzo doesn't think he could ever regret doing this.

Even if it does cost him everything.

[soracities]

(Public post ok on this one!) My love life is a bit strange. I have CPTSD and awful parents, which unfortunately screwed up my attachment style pretty badly. As a result, is very hard for me to fall in love. I found a way though, but not in a way you'd expected.

When I was in 8th grade, I came up with a character named Surge who was meant to be the physical embodiment of evil and darkness and it was through him I was able to channel a lot of my pain. He evolved over the years though, and in high school he became the guardian I so sorely needed when shit was hitting the fan at home. I very truly fell in love with this imaginary man and it was through him I could actually explore what it might mean to love and be loved since I had no good example of it at all in my life. It took time, both of us growing in out own ways, in part for me learning to accept I was deserving of love.

Most of this there was a sort of detachment I guess, like he was across a barrier and I could only imagine him being with me, not that he was there. Somehow that changed in summer of 2021 when I had top surgery, when I could actually feel him there with me, and ever since I have felt him right with me everyday. November 5 of that year I married him in VR surrounded by many friends who loved me and knew what I've been through, and knew that I needed him and was ultimately happy (minus cold feet for a couple days but that's pretty normal for a wedding from what I understand!)

I love him more than anything, he is the only person I don't have to force the words "I love you" out for. My therapists over the years have known about him and I and there have been no major concerns - he's actually pretty instrumental in therapy for me.

I don't have much of a purpose in sharing this I don't think and I wish I could've worded this more eloquently. You seemed like the right person to send this to because I am so filled with unmeasurable love for this person who exists within me. As much as I wish I could see him and feel his face against my hand, I consider myself so lucky that I have found love and peace inside myself that I have never been able to find anywhere else.

I guess my moral is you can find love in the most unexpected of places, and what's considered normal might not be what's best for you personally. Somehow, through my many years of struggling with self esteem and at times just hating myself, there was a part of me who loved me and protected me anyway - even when those in my life whose job it was to do so didn't - and his name is Surge. I wouldn't trade him for anything.

i have no words to say to this and nothing to add except that this so so utterly heartwarming and beautiful and i cannot begin to describe how happy it makes me that you have found love and support like this and been able to allow it to hold and carry you through so much. touched and honoured that you're sharing this and honestly my heart is just....absolutely adore you sm truly 💗💕💖💕💗💕

[niceness-before-knives]

Hi!

5, 33, and 49 for knives pls 👀

He seems awesome and i wanna know more about them

Ah! Thank you so much! :D This totally makes my day! <333

5. What was life like for Rook before joining the Veilguard?

In a word, carefree. Knives grew up in Treviso with his mother, who was something of a seer. She had been sent to Dairsmuid when her magic showed, and it was a good choice since it's definitely geared a bit more towards spirits. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see wisps and a spirit hanging around their small house.

Knives' father is something of a pirate too, so more often than not, he was out on the sea but where he made it back to Treviso, it was always like a little festival. Both of his parents are very carefree and wild souls, so life was honestly a series of followed whims.

(Minor tangent, but this is kind-of why Knives said yes when he got recruited by the Crows. Carefree is nice, but being aimless less so. And while the training was nothing short of torturous, working towards something that would be their own was its own odd delight.)

I imagine in the every day, Knives spent a lot of time wandering and working. His natural attitude feels very aimless and float-y, so he was great at staking out his contracts without tipping off people. Watching people in the every day is a big pastime of his, as well as visiting galleries and seeing local artists and bards at work. He's deeply fascinated by and a bit in love with life in every joyful and regretted moment. So, why not try to experience life in every shade, every color, every tone~

(Poor Solas is just trying to destroy the world he sees as such a mistake, and Knives is just waxing poetry about couples reuniting on the docks on Treviso in fervid and loud displays, effortlessly breaking up over coffee after thirty years of strain, a toddler imitating the bard in the market and 'how can you not see the beauty in all of that? Are you so blind in your own grief and doubt? It's beautiful, every rotting and every blossoming moment. Beautiful.')

33. What do fear demons look like to Rook?

Oh! This actually stumped me for a bit! o: Knives isn't terribly afraid of most things. He'd be in love with motions of terror just as much as anything else, as long as he saw a moment of relief in the future.

Like, Knives even thinks of the Hossberg Wetlands are beautiful in their own way, lol.

That being said, they doesn't enjoy thunderstorms at all much. As soon as they hear a clap of thunder or sees a flash in the sky, they're politely excusing themselves to go hide under something sturdy. It's all the stories their dad excitedly told, about storms at sea and the crashing waves and flooding lower decks and Knives' mind is like just 'nope'.

…which is when the actual fear lies. Being trapped. Knives' life has been very carefree, but his parents' less so. He's heard the stories about his mother's religious upbringing and the suffocating words she uses when she rants about it. Trapped. His father had a whole life planned out under the Qun, and then his magic showed up and he was called a Saarebas instead and his life ended all but ended until he escaped.

The idea of being trapped, to not be able to experience life, is honestly the definition of terror to Knives. So, it shouldn't be surprising that's what the fear demons draw from.

Stitched lips, bonded arms, small rooms, lights flickering through cracks in the walls. A denied life. A life Knives could've had if even one thing happened differently.

49. What will always make them laugh?

Oh my gosh! Knives laughs when he's happy, the purest form in love there is. So. Passion, just passion. Just, regale Knives with something that you find interesting and talk from the heart with passion and joy, and Knives is pure giggles and the quietest little laughters. It's so lovely? Look, there's a theme in these and it's Knives just loves to love. He loves seeing it in other people, eyes lighting up in delight and how many words get stumbled over in excitement, or all the pauses as someone tries to find the perfect way to explain.

…I think it sometimes (more than sometimes, maybe) comes off as rude, especially around new people, but it isn't to Knives. o: They're like half-way in love with you, and just can't contain the joy bubbling inside~~

And thank you again for the questions! I really do appreciate them. <3

[jtargaryen18]

Wait,I just saw an ask you answered about Waves That Beat on Heaven's Shore,for real? Seriously? You will continue it in 2024? It's 1st January already where I live as I was reading that and honestly it's the best news I could've ever read this New Year. I miss Waves so much,you have no idea ❤ I smiled,I giggled,I blushed,got butterflies in my stomach and I cried over Waves 💔 It's just so,so beautiful 😢❤ It's probably my favourite story ever and I'm so grateful to find it in my lifetime. I love it more than any romance/drama books I've ever read,they don't compare. AHIAR would be my number 2 favourite. I've probably re-read it more than 20 times. I even tried to "continue" it,in my personal notes,that I will never put out or have anybody read it except for myself (don't worry,I know that's wrong since the fic is yours,it's your work and property),like putting my own imagination and thoughts on how the story will continue,think of it as fanfiction of a fanfiction. And honestly,it's shit compared to your gift for writing. Trying to come up with suitable plots in my personal fanfiction of Waves made me realize it's actually really hard to write a story and even harder to write great ones and it made me appreciate writers like you more 🙏🏼 No pressure,as we all understand that real life always comes first no matter what. Only we ourselves know how busy we are in each of our personal lives'. Hell,I was busier in 2023 than I had been in 2022 or previous years,and it'll probably be busier and packed for me in 2024. You don't owe anyone anything and like someone already said to you here,no one's sponsoring or paying you,it's art and you should enjoy what you're doing,instead of feeling like you're pressured to do it ❤

And like the Waves anon said,even if you can't continue it,that's okay too ❤ Like the Waves anon,it'll be my 2023 Holidays gift wish as well. Even if you can't,I'll still love your other works and will keep an eye out for your future works ❤ Thank you so much for everything! ❤ For all the adventures you brought us through and all the feelings you gave us through your amazing stories! ❤ I really am grateful to find you and blessed myself with your talented writing 🙏🏼 Happy New Year to you and your family! ❤ Have a blessed New Year and may all your wishes and dreams come true in 2024 ❤ All the best and all the love in the world for you ❤❤❤

First of all, Happy New Year. 💕 I hope 2024 is good to you.

This note had me tearing up. It really did. Thank you for this. I mean it. 💕💕💕 And it resonated with me so much because...

You read correctly. I am picking Waves back up. I got sick over the holiday at the end of the year. I was there with the laptop after we got the kids down and I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep (cough). I went through all my files and I found the next chapter I'd started for Waves, so long ago. I really got upset at myself because after I read that, I went back to my notes. The outline. I love the story because it lets us keep up with Steve and his girl from Rage. I also have this twist in Waves that I was really proud of and I want to write it, damn it. So this is the year we're going to do it. 🙏

Also I wanted to say, don't dismiss your own writing so easily. I'll bet you're a good writer and I hope to get to read your work someday. 💕

Thank you so SO much for this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you 💕💕💕

[h-pelessly]

May Reads

Books I Read this month;

Heathen & Honeysuckle by Sarah A Bailey (8/10) This is my first Sarah A Bailey book. I genuinely thought this was her debut novel which absolutely blew me away because it was honestly very descriptive and beautiful.  Besides the stress on the amount of ARCs that I have/had, I still had a good time. I loved the flashbacks which made me feel comfortable and at home (I am an ocean girlie after all) but the second chance part was unrealistic (like how are you gonna tell me over a decade, a MAN will never forget and dedicate his life to a girl that left him in the middle of the night a literal decade?) Like it’s very romantic don’t get me wrong, but it’s crazy how whipped Leo was for Darby. Darby was very boring like straight-edged, and she really needed Leo, but just hearing about her lifestyle made me feel stuck (small town vibes.) ALSO, I love that Leo calls Darby honeysuckle like that’s such a cute nickname, but like??? He tells her her mouth is deadly from the moment they meet like HUH???? I was under the impression the spice was spicing, but regardless, the story is chef’s kiss. Unrealistic but sweet like honeysuckle.

The Lies We Tell by Cassandra Diviak (6.9/10) This was an ARC read. I’ve never read anything from the author before, but I was happy to give indie authors a chance. Although the tropes caught my attention, the book was kind of boring. I couldn’t connect to the characters. Maybe it was just the fact that they were a part of the higher economic status and seemed (uncharacteristically) proper, and my stigma on stuck up higher class people. I also dislike the poor vs rich trope. I mean it isn’t that bad considering I have a manuscript kind of using that trope, but some times the trope really bothers me. It was fake dating, but maybe I just couldn’t see the sparks between the two as well. It was a slow burn which I don’t mind, but like I was saying, there was no tension between the two in my opinion so it was so boring. But the ending had so much sex like damn yall are like bunnies. ANYWAYS, I feel bad, but I could NOT connect at all.

Same Time Next Year by Tessa Bailey (6/10) I felt bad for this being such a low review, but it was a novella and hence it being short, so much was left out in addition to it not making sense. It was fun and tension filled, but Google could've been Miss. Bailey's friend through all this. Yeah, it was romance filled, but at what cost? Not only was the MMC, Sumner, not hot, but the FMC, Britta, was a walking red flag. Sumner was described to look like a thumb, but he was also creepy. Like how tf are you gonna tell me he got off to the imagined image of Britta walking down the aisle holding flowers? If that doesn't scare just EVERYONE, I'll be damned. Maybe that makes me a walking red flag also. However, Britta doesn't want even a relationship because she's so assured it will fail. It is understandable, but Miss Girl needs therapy not a husband. Yeah, I love the "my wife" microtrope, but the whole thing didn't make sense. They were about to make out in the immigration parking lot, and when seeing the officer, he says "I know the real deal when I see it" hello???????

Mile High by Liz Tomforde (6.5/10) only giving it a .5 more than the last one (although it is also a 2 stars on my GRs) because of mental health. Other than that, what the fuck was this. 5% in, I wanted to DNF because the MMC was so unattractive to me like Miss Liz could've threw in something instead of "I'm just a pro hockey player" and am always on the go and hookup. Like that's the go-to with pro sports and I am sick of it!!! At least give him some personality. NGL, it was an audiobook so the voice gave me the ick-- the reader sounded southern (which is a huge part of where I'm going.) Towards the middle, I realized he was black. I'm like ?????? WHAT?????? I did NOT get that, and that's such a bad writing technique in my opinion. I did live the FMC, Stevie, at first, but then her only personality became living in ragged sweats. Like???? hello make her more interesting. And the author kept writing her as having unmanagable hair. Then a quarter in, I realized that she's half black which makes sm sense of the author reading (which still sounds southern in my opinion, but it is what it is.) But the author describing her as having unmanagable hair????? A WHITE AUTHOR??? WILD. And their third act breakup was so stupid like at least in Consider Me, it was heartbreaking and believable. This was stupid like I know Stevie has a low self esteem, but like ???? did she not know what dating a pro sports player would entail? Also, he, whatever the fuck, Zanders, broke up with her like a toy and she was hurt over it even though SHE was the one hesitant to get with him in the first place? Makes sense tbh, but like have some self respect girl. And also, running from her problems??? The one who should be badass after putting up with her mom and ex's shit for so long? Also, as a mental health advocate, how could Zanders not see that Stevie needs a therapist more than a relationship? But ok.

Small Town Hero by Olivia Hayle (7/10) I thought this book was adorable. It was a sweet romance— I would say clean but I guess it’s more of a YA although they do kiss like a few times. The best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend trope enthralls me, but this book was slow for me. It was slow in the way that I could not connect to the characters. Maybe it’s because I didn’t read the previous book, but it wasn’t needed to understand it. Jamie, the FMC, was emotionally abused by an ex so she and their kid picked up and moved back to her small hometown. She runs into her ex best friend’s brother who is immediately in love with her. Parker, the MMC, always saw her beauty and admired her, but he kept his distance as a cool kid. I’m okay with this trope of cool guy/nerdy girl, but what I don’t understand is how Jamie, who was explained as a rulebreaker/strong girl succumbed to her ex. Like I know emotional abuse works, but how did she let it get so far if she were such a strong leader? Anyways, I love Parker. He’s so kind and patient with her. I hope as a single mom book, we saw more of the kid/boyfriend interaction, but it did well to skipping boring parts so we can see the MMC/FMC interact.

Hating the Player by Rebecca Jenshak (7.89/10) I don’t know why I expected Violet’s book to make me like Violet more, but absolutely not. She was so annoying and like I get that she’s a fashion student, but I was like dude this is so boring. Anyways, Gavin was the best part of this book. I like how calm and collected he was. I was so conflicted to like this book or not bc it’s enemies to lovers, second chance, no third act break up but VIOLET!!!! People were hating on Gavin bc how could he hook up if he believed Violet was the love of his life which I completely agree, but you can only do so much if the other person doesn’t want you. So I did like this book, but the FMC was annoying.

Hilarious by Jess Savage (6.9/10) I honestly don’t remember signing up for this ARC bc I haven’t read the last 3 books, but it is what it is. This is supposed to take place 5 years after the last book I guess so they are 23/24 now. Ella, one of the FMC, is to be wedded off after her stunt of declaring she was part of a throuple. When she admitted this five years ago, her family shunned her, and the only way to get back in their good graces was to carry on life as if it never happened without and stunts. In order to do this, Ella shuts out Jack, MMC, and Hailey, FMC. When she comes back, she runs into them and all her memories come back. I honestly don’t believe Ella ever loved the two. I think most of it is lust because she constantly talks about her parts tingling with the thought of them but like her heart??? There was no commitment when she says she loved them. Her mom was the worst, and though her dad was the one that originally shunned Ella, her mom makes a 360 at the end to accept her. Like ??? Nah, it’s because her mom is a clout chaser since the Stewarts no longer own the club. Ella will always be the mean girl to me. People say Hailey is annoying, but Ella literally exists like she chose her reputation. I get as a child you’re scared, but she had YEARS afterward to reconcile, and she still chose her homophobic parents. Jack is a lovesick idiot, and Hailey is always horny and has daddy issues.

The Teacher by Freida McFadden (7/10) Honestly I was confused about the plot of the story like I didn't know what we were going towards. I wasn't the biggest fan of the plot because it had a lot of cheating and SA, but Freida's writing is fast paced and easy to digest. I like the professor x student/forbidden love tropes, but this book gave me the biggest ick ever because not only was it a minor and a teacher, I was confused!!!!!1 This man, Nathaniel, gave me the biggest ick ever like he was obviously cheating on his wife which made him a big red flag, but also like he was "attractive" and all, but like how do we know. He was literally called "hot" and attractive, but like what was he like? Descriptors would help, but anyways, words wouldn't help him anyway because he is a child MOLESTER!!!!!11 Back to the story like Eve, the wife, wasn't a girls' girl and honestly shouldn't be an educator because like I get this girl got your mentor fired or whatever, but like to have a personal vendetta against someone half your age is insane. To add on, she made Adi's life miserable like what is this???? I get students being mean to her for this rumor, but a teacher???? No way, dude. Anyways, Eve was cheating on Nate all this time because the man wouldn't give Eve attention, whatnot. Then Nate becomes obsessed with Adi and yadiya, you know the gist. Then Adi accidentally kills Eve????? But Eve didn't die then Nate kills her???? Then Eve isn't dead yet????? How is this even real like what are the chances? And it turns out the guy Eve was cheating on was Adi's best friend?? Like HUH??? Is it a case of SAs all around or like what the fuck because like Hudson "Jay" is seen at school also???? HELLO?????

[ciar-galyna]

A Court of Shackles and Glass

Chapter One

Word Count : 2.8k

Warning(s) : None

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Lyphon

Everything is painfully dark in here. I can't see any of the walls of this damned prison, nor can I even hear anything, not even the whisper of a breeze. I haven't able to since I was locked inside this dreadful place. All my movements are restricted by chains linked to cuffs locked around my ankles, wrists, and wings. By now the feathers have definitely gone dull. No doubt Achlys will pout for weeks about his lost beauty and demand to find Gyn to fix his problems again. I won't lie though, finding Gyn immediately to fix whatever is wrong with me now sounds like a good idea. Assuming I'm even going to be freed from this hell.

It was certainly a bold move on Ulysse's part, a stupid one, but a bolder one than I'm sure any of us could've expected. While it cost us to underestimate him and his ambitions, it will cost him more once we've been freed. Especially when one of us is an expert in anatomy and tends to use psychological warfare more than her actual weapons. They used to say, probably ages ago, to never underestimate the wrath of a Mortis. I can only assume Ulysse went against that warning, since he didn't seem all that concerned about Great Grandpa and his love for his Great Grandchildren. I wouldn't be surprised if Great Grandpa killed him honestly. I'm half expecting to see a grave when we get home.

A sharp, faint ring echoes through this lifeless prison. One that makes my ears twitch, aching to hear anything else. What was the ringing caused by? Is the top finally opening? That makes me excited and afraid. I'll be exposed to light again, and I haven't seen anything remotely bright or dim for who knows how long. I'll need to find Gyn fast, she'll be able to heal any damage, and I'd rather not go blind instantly and eternally.

It feels like ages before there's another faint, echoing ring, followed by another and then another and then another. I have no idea what that sound could be. If it's people, I could be freed. If it's a beast...I'm basically a sitting duck. Damn you Ulysse and your rotten soul. Hissing, I look up, or at least what I think is up, it's hard to tell when everything is pitch black here. The sound is coming from above me, so I'm assuming, and hoping, that I'm not upside down right now. If I strain my ears enough, I can hear something like a voice, or voices. I can't make out exact words, but voices are better than growls or hisses.

A low, aching, and loud groan suddenly sounds, like ancient metal doors scraping and opening against each other, and right in my ears. I wince as I cover my ears, which does very little to help block out the noise, but it's better than nothing I suppose. The groaning on gets higher in pitch until a loud slam echoes in this prison, making my ears ring to the point I'm convinced they'll start bleeding at any moment. Light peers in from above, and despite it being moonlight, it still almost feels blinding. A few tears fall, my eyes burning despite my arms shielding my face now.

Sound floods in more clearly now, no doors are blocking my ears from the outside world. Voices whisper and gossip about what could be in the endless void that is the uncovered cube of ancient metals. Rumours begin to build about the markings on the outside being to protect anyone from a cursed creature inside, how they should shut the doors again. A sense of desperation builds at those words, and whether I know better or not, I call out.

"Don't shut the doors."

There are gasps, a few shrieks. My voice is a little rough from lack of use, but not as bad as I imagined it would be. Soft footsteps approach from above. Two more people have come to watch at the edge, to try and spot where I am. A soft breeze blows in, the coolness practically making me shudder. Wind, finally, I can feel something from outside. But the wind also carries the scents of the two newcomers. One smells of apples and a burning hearth, the other of rain and the earth. The rain and earth smell makes me tense, more alert. It's now I can sense the power, it may have been eternity, but I can still recognize the power and aura of a High Lord.

"Well well..so it appears there is someone down there. Who and what are you? What Court do you reign from?"

One of them speaks, I don't know who that is, but I don't think they're the High Lord, not that I'm feeling lucky at the moment. Still, giving them an answer can lessen suspicion, make me less..dangerous in their eyes maybe. Or, it can make it worse when they won't recognize my name and Court. One answer is better than no answer, if I give nothing they might close the doors, and here I have no windows.

"Lyphon Mortis, son of Erebus Mortis, late High Lord of the End Court, and the younger brother of Achlys and Gyn Mortis."

Silences follows, someone says something low enough I can't catch it. People start moving away, but the doors don't creak, so they're being left open. Something falls and whips the air in here a little, somewhere above my head. The voice from earlier speaks again.

"We're going to need more rope."

Gyn

The entirety of this massive prison groans, metal upset and screaming for whatever is happening to stop. I wince at the sound, but it's better than the random rush of water or incessant, rage-inducing dripping from behind me. My own bones almost groan with the prison, they've been aching for ages now, stuck in an uncomfortable, terrible position. Legs bent and sat on, torso leaning forward, arms stretched to the sides, and wings clamped shut. All limbs chained to the walls, my neck chained to the ceiling, but unable to move from the tightness of the cuffs and taughtness of the chains. My legs beg for me to stand, my back pleading for me to slouch or at least shift, and my precious wings just want to stretch and feel the wind against my feathers again. Oh what I'd give to fly again. And all of my body pleading for me to stop soaking in the water as high as my chest, nearly to my face at this point, some hair dangling and dipping into dark waters. The two wings on the lower end of my back is already half in the water, soaking and making me want to shiver again.

The prison wasn't always this water filled, but slowly it's built up. And given enough time, I'd likely be stuck here, eternally drowning but unable to die. True hell indeed.

With a groan the prison suddenly tilts backwards. Water rushes at me, drenching my entire body and leaving me holding my breath for a moment, then choking and spitting out water for another few. Unfortunately, despite gravity trying to pull me back into the water, now below me, the chains don't allow it, I'm dangling above the water. There's another groan and the prison rights itself, returning to it's original position. I wince and brace myself for the oncoming impact of the rushing, practically tidalwaving, water. There's a loud rush and a strong force hits my wings and head. I nearly black out, but I'm left awake, under water and with a nasty headache. I scream, the sound muffled by the water and turning to bubbles that rush to top. When the water sinks back to chest height my scream echoes, the shrill noise nearly deafening me.

I hack and cough as small droplets rise from my lungs and drip back into the dark, chilly water. I groan, head wanting to hang but instead making the collar choke me. With a wince I right my head again. Air blesses my lungs as the only good thing of today. What the hell was that just now anyways? I can only assume Ulysse made sure this prison was cast underwater, so maybe a large sea creature? No..maybe not..but what else could it be? This prison is ancient and massive, nothing small could move it.

I grunt as the prison moves again, this time there's a draggin sound by the doors ahead of me, something like..sand? Possibly dirt? My body shakes when the prison abruptly stops moving, the chains rattle and clink, swinging for a little bit. The ancient doors that keep me locked in here more than the chains open, light from the day floods in, reaching my knees. The darkness flees from the front, behind me probably becoming ever darker. The sudden brightness makes my vision go white, eyes burning with a pressure behind them that makes a strangled scream escape me. I struggle to turn, to look away, let my eyes adjust and not go blind instantly. A few hot, burning tears fall and quickly slide down my face and neck. All six wings flap violently, trying to free themselves and block the light, protect me, unfortunately it doesn't work. Gods it hurts. Another pained noise comes from my throat, something between a sob and a cry. As much as I'd love to feel embarassed right now, I don't have it in me.

Footsteps approach, swiftly, each one echoing in this hollow chamber. At the sound I realize most of the water has flooded out. Voices shout warnings and commands to stop, to back away and 'get away from them! They could be dangerous'. I wince, twisting my head again, skin scraping against the rough, damp, and cold collar around my neck. My arms pull and push, trying to cover my ears and eyes, it only makes them scrape badly against my shackles though. More tears flow and another mix of a sob and cry echoes in the prison. The footsteps approach faster until some of the light vanishes from my vision, the pressure behind my eyes easing away.

The smell of the sea and lotuses envelops me, catching me a little off guard. The stranger in front of me gently takes my face, turning it back to face forwards again. The first thing I see are bright turquoise eyes, concern is laced in them and I can't help but feel guilty. But at the same time, I'm a little captivated by their eyes. They're a beautiful turquoise, almost like they've captured the sea and trapped them in a pair of eyes. It almost catches my breath, and my wings almost flap a little. They smile slightly, which is when I notice the stranger's dark skin and white hair, I almost smile back.

"Be careful, you're going to hurt yourself..now can you tell me who you are? Where you're from maybe? Or why you're in here?..Do you understand me?"

His voice is soothing, almost melodic. I smile faintly, but for very briefly, I need to give him answers.

"I understand, don't worry. Thank you for the concern..my name is Gyn Mortis. My home is likely not a place you know of, but I'll say anyways. I am from the End Court, it is north of the Night Court. I am in here because my Father, it's former High Lord, died and my cousin imprisoned me and my two brothers in seperate prisons. Rumours had been going around that one of us would inherit the title, so out of jealousy he forced us into these. I do not know how long I have been in here and I can only guess where I am."

I end coughing after speaking. I haven't spoken in a while, nor this much. The stranger pats my back, chuckling a little while looking a bit surprised.

"Easy there, don't push yourself. And I'm sorry, you're right, I don't know of the End Court..but I will try to help you."

I smile a little, nodding and whispering thank you. He turns to call behind him, ordering for a blanket and a locksmith.

Achlys

The flame, small as one on a candle, seems as bright as the sun. I try not to wince or squint, acting like my eyes aren't ready to bleed at the brightness. I'll need to find Gyn, get her to make my feathers beautiful again and fix my broken, breaking eyes. But that'll have to wait until this jackass lets me go.

I sigh as the russet eyed, ruby haired male in front of me stares me down. He and some of his servants had found me and managed to get me out of the damned prison, which immediately returned itself home, no doubt family members will either shout for joy or throw a hissy fit when they're informed of the returned prison. The servants stand a few feet behind the male, heads all facing downwards, all of them apparently finding the dirt ground of the cave fascinating.

Russet eyes squats, the fire right between us now. I opted to sit rather than stand, it seemed more comfortable and I've already had to stand for who knows how long anyways; I was switched between standing and sitting every so often, but for the longest time now I had to stand, making my legs feel weak, tired, and stiff. I could swear he's smirking slightly. It's tempting to just slap him, maybe see how he reacts. I don't, of course, but it's nice imagining it happening.

"Well then, I've freed you, whatever you are. So you owe me one. Now you're going to kill my someone for me."

I narrow my eyes this time, almost tilting my head. If I didn't know any better I'd think I'd returned home with the prison. Of course I was only freed to be indebted to Russet Eyes. I hiss lowly, much to Russet's amusement.

"Don't look so pouty. It's only one life. Besides, it'll probably be easy for you. I doubt they locked up a human in something like your little prison." He smirks again, I almost scowl. "Don't tell me you're nothing but a weakling. Gods, I didn't save someone useless did I? What a waste of effort."

At that I nearly punch him, I'd certainly love the feeling of his face being broken by my fists, blood pouring everywhere. I almost smirk at the thought, that would be wonderful.

"Shut it. I have no doubts I am more powerful than you, nor do I have any doubts that my skill is greatly higher than yours."

He snorts as I stand, moving to leave. If someone hasn't already found my siblings, I might as well find them myself. He stands though, pressing a hand on my chest, just over my heart. A warmth builds until it's borderline burning and there's a chance my shirt is about to be set on fire or start smoking. I glare at him, cracking my neck as I flex my fingers. It's been some time, but now that I'm not trapped in that damning prison I can use my abilities again. It feels good to watch his daggers rise and hover a hair above his scalp, like some mock crown that could kill him at any moment. Though because of how long it's been it's not as stable, some of the daggers occasionally wobbling. Clenching my hands into fists the daggers fix themselves, staying still and perfectly angled to stab into his head. I'm going to need to practice more, make sure I'm back to my original skill and strength again.

Russet raises a brow, humming faintly. "What is your name?..You're not from here, are you?"

"If you're really so curious, red locks, it's Achlys. And I come from hell."

He bristles a little at the nickname, but snickers at my last answer. "Red locks..no. You can call me Fenix Vanserra, welcome to Hell 2.0."

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Hello, thank you for reading this. Feel free to let me know what you think. Have a good day/night. You deserve to be happy.

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P.S. This fanfic is available on Quotev and AO3

[ameliahiatt]

Molly chuckles softly. "I'll try, but no promises." Her head is shaking as they continue down the path. "I'm a bit of a sucker when it comes to the little ones. When I was running story hour they'd have to send someone else to come and quite literally pull me away from the kids. I'd spend all day with them if I could." It was a wonder Molly hadn't upgraded to a full time children's library position. There had been one open as she was leaving but once again, the universe had different plans in store for her.

It wasn't very often that she looked back on what could've been, if she had chosen to stay in Nashville rather than run away. Molly was so broken and distraught that it honestly hadn't seemed like an option. There were too many painful memories, so much of that place was etched with memories of what they were, who she used to be with someone else.

She traveled home over the holidays after moving here and while she was delighted to see her family and celebrate her sister's big thirtieth bash she found herself counting down the hours until she could leave. And once she made it out of Tennessee it was like she could breathe again. The thought that she may feel like that for the rest of her life was somewhat of a terrifying thought. She'd lost her home in a way.

But she'd create a new one here. At least, that's what she told herself. She's smiling at Huck again, at his kind and gentle words. "I think it is. It's just a feeling but it's like," she pauses, searching for the proper way to express what's going on inside her head. "It's like I can breathe here. The sun shines more often. Everyone is kind and gentle. Not one person has tried to pry, or force me to recount anything I don't want to offer myself." Molly didn't have that at home. Too many people had too much time invested in her life up to this point. A few had tried to reach out, and perhaps Molly should've given them a little more information or closure, but she wasn't ready for that.

"I feel safe here, in a way that your heart feels safe. If that makes any sense at all." She felt like she was just spouting off cheesy, heartfelt lines from those self-help books that no one really reads. "I really can't imagine how someone could leave somewhere like this. It's beautiful." Molly knew small towns were finnicky, and maybe the Springs had its own set of trials, but nothing left her wanting to run away and that was a win in her book for now.

"You’ll be on craft duty come dinnertime, then," Huck murmurs, voice low and rough-edged, the soft huff that followed about as close to a laugh as he got most days. "Just mind you don’t get sweet-talked by one of the little burrs into takin’ your plate out to the chicken yard. Let it happen once myself. Ain’t nobody wants down feathers in their pie."

To be fair, he was a soft touch when it came to big eyes and bigger promises. Tadpole had won that round fair and square.

The bend in this path was something else. Huck takes a moment to soak it in as they walk, the way the stones curved lazily toward Molly’s cottage, framed up pretty by overgrown wildflowers and the chatter of birds in the hedgerows. Funny how the closer you got to the center of town, the quieter things seemed to get. Out by his place, the quiet was a stitched-up thing—always patchworked through with a tractor’s rumble, or the dogs kicking up a fuss. Here, though, it was a cleaner kind of hush. Like the land itself was taking a breath.

He wonders, not for the first time, how folks ever left a place like this for all that metal and noise beyond the hills.

Molly’s voice pulls him from the thought. He glances over, catching the way her smile lights up wide and sure, even as he catches a thread of something else tucked behind it. Maybe it was that same thing he saw just a few moments before, maybe just memories he didn't mean to kick up. Hard to say. Huck wasn’t the best at reading folks he didn’t know real well, but living in a town like this taught you how to notice things in folks. Even folks as clear as a fogged-up mirror.

"I’ve heard that plenty," he murmurs, tipping his head a little, slow in his nod. "Folks find their way here lookin’ for somethin’ they’re missin'. Sometimes they don’t even know what it is ‘til they find it."

He lets the words settle a moment, trying to find his own thoughts for another, before he exhales out, quiet, "Hope it’s more than just a place to catch your breath. Special’s only special ‘cause of the people you find in it."

[loubombshell]

Imagine Nikolai being drunk.

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader

It was a beautiful evening. The sun started to set, turning the entire sky into a beautiful red while the ocean reflected the color. A refreshing breeze blew trough y/n's hair, making her take a deep breath from the salty taste of the wind. Her eyes followed the wind, that filled their sail. Most of the time a Squaller was responsible for the wind, carrying them around the ocean, but right now they had enough of it to sail on their own. Y/n sat on a bench near the railing just enjoying the view and the sound of the waves.

A shadow walked up behind her and sat down next to her, one on her left and one on her right. The girl turned around and looked at Tolya and Tamar joining her.

"Do you need anything from me?" She asked with a little smirk.

"Don't act like we just come around when we need something." Tolya scoffed.

"The last time you talked to me was- wait let me think." Y/n put a finger on her chin, pretending to really think. "Oh yes! It was when you lost your sword and thought Nikolai added it to his weapon collection." She chuckled about it.

Tamar laughed a bit about the conversation and put a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"You're not completely wrong. It's about Nikolai, he and the whiskey got pretty close to each other- like really close." Tamar told her honestly and Y/n sighed a bit about it.

"On my way." Y/n added and made her way under deck. She didn't hear him singing old sailor songs, which is a good sign.

So far, so good.

The creaky door opened, revealing Nikolai's chambers. There was a desk, with different maps either drawn by him or getting ripped from a book. The lamps hanging from the ceiling swayed to the left and right with the rhythm of the waves, that were hitting the ship.

In the middle of it, Nikolai stumbling from left to right also with the direction of the waves. Y/n had to bite her lips a bit, trying to hold her laugh, she came in and closed the door behind her.

Nikolai turned around by the sound of the closing door, looking at his girlfriend standing in the room too, he let out a drunken smile.

"Y/n!" He raised his arms happily. "The girl of my dreams." He chuckled and walked towards her. "Whoops." He let out when he swayed pretty much to the left side.

"Princess of my Kingdom. My leading Star. Fire of my love and-" Nikolai called her and put both of his hands on her shoulders, as soon as he reached her.

Y/n crossed her arms infront if her chest and raised her eyebrows up. "Are you finished?" She stopped him.

"-and my little mermaid." He smirked and tapped her with a finger on her nose.

The girl was charmed by his words, even if he won't remember them the next day. She wanted to keep a straight face, but after his last sentence she lost it.

"I hope you know, that alcohol isn't good for you and your body." She told him honestly. "You're not going to get older than 40 when you keep doing." She added.

"Are you saying you're going to miss me in a few years then?" He smirked.

"Of course dumbass. I want to see your beautiful face in wrinkles." Y/n joked smirking.

Nikolai looked horrified to her and touched his own face.

"Oh no! I never thought of this." He admitted.

Y/n laughed even more about it. "Come on, let's get you to bed." She took his hand and lead him towards his bed.

"You could've just said so many minutes ago." Nikolai smirked but Y/n couldn't take him seriously with his drunk face. She just shook her head with a smile and pushed him into bed, helping him to take off the shoes and threw them into some corner of the room and sat down on the side of his mattress.

"Are you going to sing for me now?" Nikolai asked with a smirk and looked to her.

"If you want me to wake a shark up, sure." She told him smirking. She was a terrible singer, but she had her qualities elsewhere.

Nikolai chuckled a bit about it. "I can teach you, I'm a great singer." He smirked arrogant. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" He leaned on his elbows.

Y/n rolled her eyes with a smirk and leaned towards, wanting to give him a little kiss to the cheek but in the last moment her turned his head and she kissed his lips instead. The girl didn't pull back, she stayed like this for a few seconds before ending the kiss with a smile.

"You taste like alcohol, idiot." She pushed him back into the pillow with a smirk and stood up again.

"You're not going to join me?" Nikolai asked her.

Y/n shook her head laughing. "Goodnight, Nikolai." She closed his door and walked over to the little cabinet with his liquors in it, she grabbed every bottle and walked upstairs again with the many bottles drowning every single one in the Sea.

[yongislong]

[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... HUANG RENJUN

heavens only wishful - mormor

blackwind - patrick watson

everywhere - fleetwood mac

sunlight - yuno

the love club - lorde

even if it hurts - tei shi

nouvelle vauge - wave to earth

nightclub love - matt maltese

all your love - jakob

everyone adores you - matt maltese

now viewing ... // renjun would rant on and on about how you were his muse. he claimed ever since he saw you he knew he needed to become an artist because people all over the world 'needed to see how magnificent you were.' the first time he said, you visbly cringed and played if off with a rather hard laugh and his eyes faltered

"y/n im not... joking. you know that, right?"

you never imagined how many times he'd ask you to sit in that creaky brown stool where he'd have you posed like a greek entity, covered in various layers of tulle and silk, no makeup on with unruly hair and pushed up brows, while the playlist he aptedly titled 'draw me like one of your french girls :")' played in the background

other days when he just wanted to burn the image of your smile onto paper, he would crack his best jokes while his camera slyly caught candids of you mid laugh, head thrown back, eyes crinkled, your neck in view as the hands that held your chest sparkled with various rings

he has an entire folder saved up for when you're not near to draw and his brain can't seem to focus on anything but you. he's filled up about a shelf and a half on the bookshelf that also held the vast collection of greek mythology booklets and art style photo magazines. he could cherish these soft times forever. those nights you both always slept the best

so secure in the idea that beauty came from so much more than what you both thought about eachother on the inside, but the mere fact that renjun was there with open arms to capture what you thought were your worst features and make them into something you were proud of

when you told renjun how much you confidence has boosted because of him one of these nights as you laugh in bed together, his heart audibly raises, feeling an immense amount of pride

"you deserve to feel like that all the time, im glad i could be of service silly," he ends the night with a big dopey grin and a smooch to the back of both your hands and eyelids

"sleep tight gorgeous." //

have not proofread this and honestly ... lets not talk abt the moodboard bc i kinda hate it, i love the blurb tho, wish i could've gone into more detail tho muahaha, also sorry for lacking on these lately, school is ass

[imsailorpluto]

True Beauty - spoilers; ep 1, 2

tw: bullying, violence, suixxxcide

Our main character is Lim Ju-kyung, a girl who's been bullied for her looks ever since she was a child. Everyone's belittling her, starting with her family, to school peers, she just can't catch a break. She's trying to make her life easier by going with the flow, but nothing seems to work.

Oh girl, looks are not the single most important thing, it's all about the attitude. Her teen life would have been so much better if she at least had some support from her own family. This show has already got me screaming "protect this child at all cost" (⁠╯⁠ರ⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠ರ⁠)⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

I'd put a large warning sign, for the first episode especially. It's a lot. I'm a grown up, and it triggered me so badly, honestly gave me so much anxiety. There are scenes of severe bullying: both harsh language and physical violence, which leads Ju-kyung to the point of wanting to end her own life by jumping off a building. Thankfully she gives up the idea in the last moment. Second episode also has a few scenes of bullying, so consider yourself warned. I'm pretty sure the whole series will be addressing this problem so it might not be for everyone, especially if you've been through something similar yourself.

If something like this ever crosses your mind, just please reach out to adult you can talk to, tell them about your problems and I promise they will help. Every reasonable adult will surely help. Just don't make the worst possible option. There is always a way out, a solution

Thankfully, everything worked out in her favour and, well, she didn't go through with it. I'm glad that dramas address bullying so seriously. Even though I am sure it brought back bad memories to lots of viewers, myself included, rasing awareness of tragedies which bullying causes is extremely important. If we ignore it, it won't magically disappear. It needs to be addressed and it needs to be prevented for real. People need to stop acting like the cave men.

Well, after that it all kind of went uphill, the drama dynamics changes, and it starts turning into a comedy. Thankfully, due to some other unfortunate events, our main ugly duckling changes her life completely. Her family is forced to move back to their old house, which is far far away from her bullies, and so she finally gets a transfer to another school. Oh and, she masters the art of make-up so well, that she becomes unrecognisable. To the point of becoming the beauty queen of her new school.

Even though my inner skin-care obsession is making me scream at the screen for her not going to a good dermatologist, because it's just her skin breaking out and that can easily be fixed and she could've live a stress-free life (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Anyways, seems like she made two really good friends. But bullies from the previous school left some serious scars on her. If you watched this, then the following screenshot will be more than familiar.

I almost cried at this. It literally hurts to watch this scene. Her friends are asking about food and her initial response is to rush and get them what they want. They're showing what it looks like when you've been victimised for so long by others, your responses become so f*cked up honestly. And there's so much repair you have to do afterwards. Make-up isn't enough.

Girl on the left is such a girlboss. She has her friends' back. I mean, she literally chased a perv and handed him over to the police. To help our girl. Loyalty level so high nobody can catch up... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Hopefully she'll stay like that till the end. The one on the right is such a cinnamon roll. I can't imagine her doing anything bad to anyone. Hopefully they'll stick together and stay friends.

The main girlie is also actually a girlboss, she just needs to be reminded of it. Plus, she doesn't know it yet but being yourself is always the best option, no matter what. It's too bad they don't teach us that at schools.

I mean, come on, heavy metal and horrors? We'd sooo be besties in high school. Personality over looks, always!

Of course this can't go right without the main male lead, Lee Su-ho. He's the guy on that second screenshot, taken from a scene when he "rescues" our main girl. She can't see him though as her glasses got knocked off her face, but he memorises her bare face well. It becomes obvious he lost a friend to sui*ide. And as we find out later on, he is extremely smart, does martial arts and lives separately from his dad. That makes no sense at first but then we also find out his dad is the world's greatest a**hole. So, yeah, there's a lot of baggage from his side as well.

Well, soon enough things start to get complicated, as expected, Su-ho ends up being Ju-kyung's new classmate who enjoys long walks to her favourite comic store. So, now she has to do all these silly things just so he doesn't find out her true identity. You know, it happens also that she goes with no make up to the comic store but with full face to school and the poor guy has zero clue that the new girl at school and the comic girl(the girl he saved) are the same person.

I wonder how long will hiding the truth work out. Judging by our girlie's character, not too long (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) but it's all right.

I almost forgot about the second male lead, Han Seo-jun. He's the "bad boy", but I bet he's actually the main cinnamon roll of this series. It's just ... a kdrama thing, let's say.

Of course his motorcycle helmet is now owned by our main girl, don't even ask how, just go watch this precious kdrama.

Till next time, Sailor Pluto

♡

P.s. I know many watched True Beauty because Eunwoo is starring, I didn't even know he's such a big deal in Korea, ooops, i hope you don't get mad at me for saying that. In my defence I really don't know much about Korean scene, I know maybe 5 k-pop songs from groups that probably no longer exist, and I watch kdramas because I find them more funny and relaxing than what's usually available. So. That is it. Hope you enjoyed these scribbles. If you made it till here - thank you so much, feel free to leave me a message with your suggestions and drama recommendations. xo