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[somerandomdudelmao]

Part 15 :0

I think this is the last part of this episode ahahaha

In case you're wondering, Oscar's parents are happily married and absolutely in love with each other. All parents. All four. of them.

And he has three younger siblings he absolutely adores~

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Masterpost Ref for their fucked up villain family tree

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it is simply too late to think ab this any longer+i need to converse w my marble hornets friend but here's this fucking au

[glowstick909]

Oscars siblings

just some art i did for marble sky by @somerandomdudelmao; you should check it out it’s so good

also benjamin totally wears oscar’s old shirts lol

[psstitsnynx]

Eat up tumblr-

Songs : Creeping around ( Ihascupquake ) / Fnaf 3 Rap ( JT music )

[msssayana]

[a-soup-or-noodle]

Happy Halloween!!!! Yippee!!!!

(shoutout to the 6 whole people who follow me, trick-or-treating is open, I bought way too much candy and it's all fnaf/marble hornets themed)

[moonfirebrides]

Venice Biennale 2015, La membre fantome by Vanessa Beecroft, Photography by Danica O. Kus 003

[rafeandonlyrafe]

best friends dad part two

words: 500

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, extreme age gap, aged up!rafe, p in v sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, kinda caught?

part one / part two / part three

���my wife is in the other room.” rafe grunts, his hands planted firmly on your waist, feeling how small you are under his large palms.

“you dragged me in here.” you remind rafe, poking him in the chest, propped up on the bathroom counter, legs spread wide as you balance right on the edge of the marble.

“fuck, this is so fucking wrong.” rafe groans, immediately regretting cursing in front of you, as if his naughty words are somehow worse than his current actions.

“just put it in.” you moan quietly, his cock pushing through your folds, head of his cock rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

“shouldn't i get a condom?” rafe is trying everything to not fuck you. every excuse he can think of, because he knows once he gets inside of you, there's no turning back. it's all been grinding and sucking and fingering until now, until you came over to tan outside by the pool with his own daughter, in the skimpiest bikini you own.

“no.” you shake your head. “im not your fucking wife you're worried about not knocking up again. get inside me. now.”

rafe holds back for another minute, but you're too warm, too wet for him to resist. he mumbles another curse before lining up with your entrance, sinking inside in one smooth motion.

“oh, yes daddy.” you moan out. “been thinking about how your cock would feel inside me for years.”

“this is so wrong.” rafe shakes his head, despite pushing his hips forward, as if he can get deeper inside your cunt.

“stop whining like a little bitch.” you roll your eyes. “fuck me.”

rafe can't help but listen to your command, sliding until his cock is almost all the way out before thrusting inside, building up a quick pace, the squelching wet sound every time he pushes inside your pussy like music to his ears.

“oh, fuck, yes daddy.” you moan, too loud as rafes eyes widen, leaning in to capture your mouth in a kiss.

“shh.” he warns, mumbling the shush against your lips. “can't let anyone hear.”

“mmm, can't let anyone find out you're cheating on your wife with your daughters best friend?” rafes hips move faster at your teasing, the exact effect your were hoping your words would have. 

you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he continues to kiss you, allowing one hand to scratch at the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair with a smattering of gray throughout.

“god, you're so fucking tight.” rafe moans.

“that's what happens when you fuck young pussy, not old stretched out from kids.” you smirk. you've never liked rafes wife, the way she seemingly does whatever she pleases. you wonder briefly if there was once genuine love there.

“fuck, i love my wife. i love my wife. i love my wife.” rafe chants, as if the words can stop the fact that he's loving how good it feels to be cheating on her.

you let out a chuckle as rafes thrusts become more erratic, giggling when his eyes widen as he hears footsteps down the hallway, unable to stop his motions, knowing if someone listens too closely it'll be obvious what is happening behind the closed door.

the footsteps stop outside of the bathroom, a knock startling both of you.

“y/n, you in there?” it's your best friend, the daughter of the man currently about to cum inside of you.

“yes!” you answer, at the exact same time that rafe calls out “no!”

read part three here

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[katerinaaqu]

Calypso the Beautiful Goddess

So after I made my sketch of Odysseus the other day as you can imagine I couldn't help but also add Calypso, the beautiful goddess (or the One with the Divine Look) or Fair-Tressed Goddess of Ogygia! So this is how I imagined her to look like or at least tried to! Hehe!

My first description of hers can be found to my story Survivor's Guilt and Survivor's Duty (Part2):

"Odysseus weakly looked up to see a magnificent woman. She was tall and slender with dark sun-kissed skin and dark hair carefully arranged in braids adorned with gold and seashells which cascaded down her back like a cape. Her face was heart-shaped and completely clear and pore-less; looking more like the magnificence of marble rather than flesh. Her large almond-eyes had the color of rich honey and her lips were full and shaped like a shell. Odysseus was stunned by her beauty and much more by her soothing voice."

My description was massively inspired by the amazing Vanessa Williams who enrolled the role of Calypso in The Odyssey (1997)

Since sources place her isle in various places, including Gozo island in Malta or to the coasts of Tynisia I wanted to enroll this information to the character's design. While I was drawing I also drew massive inspiration by the beautiful face of Aaliya from the Queen of the Damned for this pore-less skin as well as the skintone of hers which I found simply perfect for Calypso.

I wasn't sure how to achieve that beautiful look Vanessa had and incorporate the multiple braids that I imagined for Calypso so I gave her an extra bun and in a way it works given that I imagined Calypso having very long and very rich black hair.

Her makeup was inspired by Egyptian contexts especially the Malachite over the eyes and the khol around them. The rest of it was inspired by the Queen of the Damned as well as my random details. I know I am not very good with blending I know! But I did try to see how her makeup would work. For her lips I also wanted this classic coral/red shade.

For her dress I didn't have something specific in mind. I did have some images of mycenaean dresses as well as some classical egyptian shapes from New Kingdom but I ended up with a more simple design, partially also inspired by the color I make her wear in the second part of my story.

I was thinking about giving her accessories like jewelry but I wasn't confident I would do it properly so I just gave her a piercing to her ear or something similar and just imagine she wears her bracelets or rings for this one! Haha! Anyway drawing hairstles is also not entirely my forte but I am quite satisfied with this one. Could be worse! XD Some of the beads I colored to resemble corals or something but yeah! Hehe I was apso inspired for her seashell by the classical seashell Cypraea

Hope you like it!

My other sketch with Diomedes can also be found here. Again sorry guys ain't very good at drawing and my marker-pen has a very bad tip so it was a bit hard to ink the lines but I enjoyed making that one!

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... (Ocean of Grass, Colin Bridgerton x f!Reader)

The Queen opens a new gallery space, and you can barely tear your eyes form the works on the walls, until art starts pouring from the lips by your side.

W/C: ~2.8k Warnings: None I believe A/N: there is a part where writing it was like patting myself on the back, so damn strange. fear not, I am not that up myself. but reader had to simp over smtg.

Stepping onto the marbled flooring of the gallery, you struggled to keep your concentration on the task of putting one foot in front of the other. Eyes locking on the pieces adorning the walls and topping the podiums. The words of greeting hitting your ears from all directions as you began trailing the walls of the space, were forgotten immediately, muscle memory replies rolling off your tongue with ease. The same old people and same old conversations were now framed by works of detail and grace grander than you'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.

The tickle of lace over your arm was the only thing to prompt you back to the world of the Ton, as an elbow hooked through your own and a head weighed down your shoulder. Vanessa, a close family friend, had taken her place by your side, as she often did, leaning into you and squeezing your arm in a silent greeting. Taking a moment you finished following the length of a brushstroke, before you tore your stare away and with a breath, that you held for perhaps a beat too long, looked towards your friend.

'Hello' The bland greeting was all your brain could hope to form at that moment. Your mind was shaken awake as the woman by your side responded simply with a suppressed squeak and a wide-eyed grin.

Her expression held within it a great amount of glee and undoubtedly a grand quantity of gossip, only being held back by the tight-pressed line of her lips, a sight that never failed to elicit a smile of your own. Raising your eyebrows slightly, you opened the floodgates and suddenly you found yourself much more knowledgeable about the events that had preceded your arrival. 

To the best of your understanding; One young lady had swooned at the revealing visage in one of the paintings, The queen had not yet made her appearance yet would most certainly do so soon and many of the mamas and papas had retired to the adjacent tea rooms which many had taken as a sign to converse freely. The latter explained the cacophony you registered now free of your stupor, but it certainly surprised you as you surveyed the room to find the group of your peers crowding a piece only a few meters away. 

'Are they discussing that work? Come, surely this will be interesting' You tugged your friend along as you started towards the trio, Vanessa and you discussed each of your hobbies with each other at length but rarely had the chance to discuss such matters with other members of the Ton.

'I don't believe they ar-' Vanessa's warning was cut short as you greeted the small group, not registering her concern in your excitement. 'Hello!'

Looking to the women closest who turned on the spot to see you, you watched with confusion as their smiles twisted into bitter replicas of kindness, each of them giving a nod to you, a small curtsey to the art and turning to walk away.

'Where are yo-' Your words trailed off, your eyes on the receding figures of the other debutantes, as Vanessa spoke up from beside you;

'Good afternoon Mr. Bridgerton, Mr. Bridgerton' From your peripherals you watched her curtsey, you followed suit before you had thought to comprehend why.

'Good afternoo- OH' Your realization wasn't loud, but it wasn't silent either, so truly you shouldn't have been as startled as you were when a pair of matching chuckles were heard from the men in front of you.

'We did not mean to interrupt, we were under the impre-' Vanessa was silenced as Colin Bridgerton shook his head slightly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he spoke up in a lilting tone; 

'No need to apologize. Who would we be to be upset with such beautiful company? We are truly a lucky pair of gentlemen.' 

A minuscule bow of your head and a flash of a smile that you refused to let within a mile of your eyes, crossed your expression before you were blinking your eyes into focus. Looking to the older Bridgerton with a gaping expression Vanessa had, long ago, coined as prized koi, you found your voice a moment too late.

'Amidst my travels-'

'Mr Bridgerton, You are an artist are you not? What are your thoughts on the collection thus far?' You had spoken at the same time and inadvertently cut off Colin. Your mind catching up with your mistake had you countering your question with a rushed apology to the man at your left; 'I am so sorry Mr. Bridgerton, please go on,' Looking up at him you matched the warm smile he sent you as best you could despite the heat in your cheeks.

'It is no problem at all, I was simply saying-'

This time it was Benedict who interrupted his brother with a waving hand of dismissal and a much too-happy-with-himself smirk, at which the younger simply scoffed.

'I am indeed, I was studying for a while but have found the natural approach to growing my abilities to be more fulfilling. I have found some of the pieces featuring the Welsh townships inexplicitly compelling, the detail and depth given to the cobblestones is startling.'  

'That sounds...' You began before pausing somewhat taken aback by the fullness of his answer.

'Compelling' you finished before shifting to the balls of your feet, peering back over the crowd to search the walls for the works Benedict spoke of. 

'And what of this one?' A new voice spoke from behind you, Viscount Edward Lowe had approached and looked to the piece that hung behind the Bridgerton men.

You felt Vanessa's arm slip from your own, as she met your eyes, tilting her head to the side, you nodded in return, assuring her you would be fine should she take her leave. 

'Mr Lowe' Benedict greeted, 'Grown a sudden interest in the arts have you?'

'Not so much as I have found in my betrothed.' Smiling to yourself at the glance the couple shared, you watched as Vanessa took his offered arm and stepped away from the three of you.

'They make a charming couple do they not?' You mused to seemingly no one, not waiting for the opinions of the brothers before shifting yourself to study to the work framed on the wall. 'I find the colouring of this one to be concerningly bland, as if the artist had naught but three hues on his palette and was unaware he could mix them.' Your words pulled a laugh from Benedict while Colin remained silent, 'I apologise if that was too cruel,' Looking towards the latter you found him shaking his head slightly as if to dismiss your apology, and still your eyes remained on his silent figure for a few moments longer even as his brother began to speak.

Benedict was fast to fill the silence, eyes trained on the artwork as he shifted to fill the space to your right,

'I agree, it makes the work come off hollow, as if he, himself felt disconnected from the scene he stood amongst, which if that is the case I would ask him why he desired to commit it to canvas.'

'Perhaps his intention was indeed to spur discourse over that distant feeling?' You mused, attempting to refrain from overly critical comments going forth. 'What do you think Mr Bridgerton?' As you addressed the younger of the two, you watched him glance towards the art, eyes roaming the surface with some obscure purpose.

'The- um, the reds are a strange choice for such trees that don't shed with the seasons' He was softspoken yet the charm of his tone was absent, a vulnerable air to his persona that was rare to see amidst Society. 

Nodding to yourself as you let your own eyes fall back upon the art, you attempted to consider the implications of such a choice. Benedict, on the other hand, seemed not similarly inclined as he started his assertion, 'The warm shades are a strange choice but I doubt it was a pensive decision. He seems unable to make use of any cooler tones. The brush strokes in that area, however, are not dissimilar to that of a toddler with their fingers dipped in mud. Pure chaos. So perhaps he aims to discuss the unpredictability of the natural world.' 

Colin's face was more unsure than ever, clearly out of his comfort zone and flanked by two enthusiasts was surely not the easiest position to be in.

'Perhaps the red of the trees work to add to that chaos Mr. Bridgerton, the artist certainly could have made them brown. Most trees do reach that colour as they die.' You had averted your eyes to the older of the pair, hoping to give the younger a moment to collect his confidence which, to all appearances, he managed, as within moments he spoke again.

'I-I also find the textures... quite... realistic' His voice was still low and somewhat unsure of himself, this was of course not helped by the immediate response, once again, of his brother nor the brow quirked in amusement that accompanied it.

'You find the flat orange expanse of grass, with no discernible brush strokes, accurate?' 

'Mr Bridgerton, if that is how your brother experiences the work is that not a testament to the nature of art itself as a concept that is entirely subjective' Your rebuttal, if it even counted as that, was weak and somewhat irrelevant, even so when Colin spoke next his voice was notedly more settled.

'It follows memories of mine of hills of grass in the wind, moving as the ocean does not as singular blades but as a fabric of silken thread.'

To say his words caught you off guard would be inadequate to describe the buzz and ache that filled your mind and chest at his observation. Everything aside from the artwork and his presence by your side fell from thought. Benedict's lips were moving, that much you were sure of, although that wasn't much of an accomplishment as even the man in the painting could surely hear his opinions.

Colin's words were still floating through your mind, drifting in and out, painting the picture within your head, the image, as clear as it was beautiful. He had set out the details so masterfully you doubted more than a select few painters could compete at rendering such a scene.

Looking up at the man by your side you watched as he rolled his eyes, exasperated as a bright blush crawled over the peaks of his cheekbones. You were startled when his observation fell on you once more, this time partnered with a touch of confusion as he glanced to his brother and back. 

'Are you quite alright?' You watched his lips form the words and still they took comparable years to reach your ears, not to mention the decade it took for you to splutter out a response.

'Oh, I'm quite alright, thank you Mr Bridgerton.' Shifting on your feet you glance to the art before settling your attention on the elder brother, hoping to remain grounded in conversation, 'Art has a way of consuming my attention, although usually, I can maintain focus on the discussion and not drift into thought'

A bright smile broke over Benedict's face in jest as he clasped a hand on the other man's shoulder, 'It seems we are boring her dear brother,' 

'Oh, I assure you that is not the case. You have both given me so much to consider I simply couldn't stop my mind from wandering.' Looking up to Colin you hoped he knew you spoke of his words, and as his eyes met yours you watched his signature smile bloom on his face.

Nonetheless, breathless, you spoke up again, 'I apologise for my rudeness.' His expression melted every ounce of tension in the air and like a windswept hill allowed you to breathe easy.

Keeping his gaze on yours he leaned closer, barely an inch, un-noticeable from afar but up close it was enough to have your breath catching in your chest as his lips parted in a whisper; 'Best to save that for the art hm?' His smile, was now a full-blown smirk as he straightened himself. You could swear his movement had stolen the heat from your skin as he retreated those measly few centimetres to stand back by your side, this time, however, he extended an arm for you to take.

'Shall we move on to the next one? I am eager to hear how you shall tear it apart-' the last second of his speech was cut short by the blaring trumpet that announced Her Majesty's arrival, 'We shall have to save that for later...' Your words, although a whisper, were stronger than you thought you could manage given the nerves plaguing your chest, and surprisingly, your composure was strong enough to allow yourself to retreat to the other side of the room. Stopping short of the wall you stopped, finding yourself alongside your friend and her husband-to-be, stationed by the refreshments... exactly what you needed.

The queen had not spoken for long, but the air in the room had grown hot, so aching for a breeze you stepped outside the moment her speech concluded. Walking clear of the tiled path that hugged the exterior of the gallery you landed amongst the grass of the gardens, traversing the plains your eyes hovered around the horizon, cloaked in statues, hedges, and shrubbery it trapped your attention. You charted the curves of green, trailing your hand against the leaves as you strolled, turn after turn until hedges eight feet high were all you could see.

The maze was not a difficult one to escape, you had surely only rounded a few corners, but the peace was difficult to pull yourself away from. It was simply you, the wind, the trees, and a single set of footfalls.

'Mr. Bridgerton' Startled yet relieved, you stepped to the middle of the path, away from the branches and towards the approaching figure as he rounded the turn. 'What are you doing out here?'

'Am I not to be?' His question was teasing and the smirk across his lips broke the charade of his concerned tone as he continued, 'In that case, you shouldn't be out here either...'

'I-I only meant-' your words were forced out through breaths that grew ever more shallow as he drew closer.

'Why am I here? That's what you meant isn't it?' Now, standing mere inches from you, his voice was quiet, barely audible above the rustle of the leaves and the whistle of the wind. 

'Yes, that's what I meant. Why are you out her-' Feeling small under his gaze you set your stare on somewhere through his chest, a far-off distance blocked by his being just as your question was halted by his voice,

'Guess.' 

'The wind is moving today, the grass, the trees, they do as you said. You came out to feel it for yourself?' The guess was the best you could produce that wasn't corrupted by the heaving of his chest and the depth of his voice. His lips parted though you beat him to it as you questioned him further, 'Why are you breathing so heavily?'

Reaching forward at a snail's pace you sought out his eyes only to find them affixed to your hand as it drifted nearer, 'Mr-'

'"Colin", please' his correction was soft as he inched forth, his chest leaning into the touch as he sighed at the contact.

'Colin, why?'

Encasing your hand within his own as he held it to his breast, he parted his lips once more, 'Listen to the trees, the branches, the leaves. They breathe as we do, as one. Like waves crashing upon the shore,' With a deep breath in his chest pressed into your fingers, 'before returning to the depths,' With a shaky sigh you found yourself emptying your lungs alongside the man in front of you.

Holding his eyes with your own you slipped your hand free, the flash of pain across his eyes faded instantly as you turned his wrist, pressing his palm to your skin.

'Waves crashing down on the sand' your voice is low yet resolute as you breathe in, Colin following suit, 'Before finding its way to the depths...' Raising yourself to your toes you press your lips to his. Releasing your breath, no sooner have your heels returned to the grass than his hand has found your waist and pulled you back to him.

[pernesophe]

Zora Ideale x Princess Reader (bastard of the king)

This is a one shot that I wrote at like 3am cause I needed to write, but didn’t want to touch my other fics at that time. Kinda proofread, and probably (definitely) rushed.

Reader is a magic knight on the Black Bulls squad. After becoming a knight she finds out she’s the kings bastard daughter. Zora gives reader shit endlessly for “being a royal” (in jest). She is kidnapped at a banquet and Zora pursues and rescues her. It gets really found family fluffy at the end btw!

CW: violence, mention of blood, angst, comfort, Fluff

As always, if you’re reading this, then thank you!! I hope you enjoy it!

“Death to the Clover King!” shouts a man in a blood red cloak, standing in the center of the banquet room.

It’s a victory celebration for a recent battle- surrounded by the Magic Knight captains, the top Magic Knights of the Clover Kingdom, and your family - The Black Bulls - you don’t expect it.

He rushes you, snaking a meaty hand around your bicep to yank you towards the portal behind him.

“First. We kill his daughter.” turning his mirthless grin to you - teeth bared and hot breath dampening your face.

Almost forgetting - as you so often do - that you are the bastard daughter of the Clover King, and that being a bastard doesn’t protect you from attempts on the King’s life.

Reacting in slow motion, attempting to plant your feet to the marble floor and dropping your weight towards the floor. Flashing light towards him, but knowing your light spells are healing and illusory in nature - they have little effect.

Everything seems to speed up in a second, you are lifted from the floor and tossed towards the portal. As you are falling through the abyss, you can see them - the Black Bulls - faces set in rage as they scramble towards you. Yami and Asta draw their swords, Luck uses his lightning magic to close the distance quickly, Vanessa summoning threads to pull you back -

But then shadows envelop your vision. The scent of damp earth invades your senses, and your skin prickles from cold, musky air.

They didn’t make it in time.

Cautiously peering up from where you crouched on the floor, you see the cloaked man standing above you sporting his cheshire grin. Swallowing thickly, you don’t dare move.

“Why am I not dead yet? That’s what you’re thinking right? Right?” The excitement in his tone is palpable. “Because I plan to use you! If I harness your magic, then I can remove any magic barrier placed on the Kingdom. Filthy Royal. Your disgusting bloodline will destroy this Kingdom.” Throwing his head back he releases a sharp laugh devoid of any warmth from somewhere deep in his gut. When he turns his gaze back to you, his eyes are wild - so wide all you can see are the whites of them and his pupils engulfing the color once there.

Tears pricked your eyes. Opening your mouth to reply, but the words die on your lips.

How can I tell him it’s a title only… He’s beyond being reasoned with…

“Now, without further ado,” he announces, raising a palm towards you, an inky cloud appears and begins to lazily drift towards you.

As the black tendrils brush your skin, excruciating pain flames through your body - eliciting a guttural scream from you and a maniacal roar of laughter from the man.

Suddenly, a magic circle forms by the man’s head, lightning pierces into his face, shooting him to the other side of the room.

Crouching next to you, a familiar crimson haired Knight places a hand on your shoulder - urging you to look at him.

“Oi, Princess. Are you okay?” His tone is as abrasive as always, but you can see the worry in his cobalt eyes.

“Mhm - I’m okay,” whimpering softly in response as you curl in on yourself from the residual pain. Zora noticing - scoots you backwards until you’re sitting with your back pressed to the wall of the cavern. Peering about him, you finally notice that he is alone. The other Black Bulls still weren’t there.

“Don’t worry, they’re on their way. I just snuck through the portal with the two of you.” Speaking gruffly, his gaze has settled on the man - who is pulling himself to his feet across the room - where his cobalt glare remains steady.

The man doesn’t approach but begins shooting shadowy projectiles towards the two of you without warning. Zora chuckles mirthlessly, but you can see his nerves through the confidence - even if the cloaked figure cannot. A vein popping out by his temple and even through the mask, his jaw obviously clenched tight.

Magic Circles appear for each projectile - causing a black mist to fill the room as they are dispersed.

It’s not long before Zora’s trap magic has been used up, and the projectiles begin lodging into the craggy walls behind you.

One flys alarmingly close. Squeezing your eyes shut, you curl in on yourself more and shift to the side to avoid it, but there was no time to completely move out of its path. The terrifying sound of something sharp piercing flesh fills your ears - something warm, wet and iron scented splashes your cheek.

The pain of being stabbed doesn’t come though.

Slowly, as you open your eyes, a mop of fiery red hair blocks your vision. Opening them the rest of the way - Zora comes into view - using his body to cage you against the wall and shield you from the oncoming attacks. A black, wispy arrow lodged in his shoulder, and blood trickles down his back. His face showed the exhaustion of exerting too much mana and his breath came out in short pants, but his eyes.

Those cobalt pools offered no respite - refusing to douse, dampen or extinguish. They simply couldn’t, because right now, they were burning.

Enraged azure flames bored into you - threatening to engulf you right there.

“Why are you trying to save her? Are you such a brainwashed peasant?! Don’t you realize?! She will never be loyal to you! She doesn’t care for you! When you die, do you think she will cry for you? She is a royal. All she will do is beg for the next knight to lay down their life for hers.” The man hisses through gritted teeth as the black tendrils sway wildly in tune with his words.

Zora doesn’t respond as he rises to his full height. No words are exchanged between the two of you - just an indecipherable expression that clouds his face.

The cloaked man’s temper reaches a fever pitch as he fills his side of the room with projectiles aimed at you, and only you. Zora still doesn’t move as they begin to fall all around you, and you don’t move either - barely finding the words in time that have been stuck in your throat since he appeared next to you.

“Z-Zora, run! PLEASE! I don’t want you to die!” choking out the words as tears streamed down your cheeks.

A black arrow pierces your shoulder at top speed, pinning you to the wall. Pain seeps through your being and the smell of metal tickles your nose as the deep well of unconsciousness claims you.

Just before your vision slips into the black, you see Zora’s face, and for a moment you think either the blood rushing in your ears or the light in the cavern is playing tricks on you. Because you are almost certain you see tears streaming down his face too.

Zora turns slowly to face the - now completely unhinged - man responsible for raining arrows down on you. Though tears stained his face, it was all but emotionless.

“I call her Princess, but that doesn’t make her royalty. Not the kind that you and I hate.” Zora’s voice and breathing came out even, the struggle he felt before was all but gone now as his Grimoire flips open to a blank page and writing quickly scrawls over the pages.

The cloaked figure releases an enraged growl, and with a flip of his wrist, the arrows begin descending en masse again. But this time, Zora’s magic circles appear - seemingly - at will, dispersing each arrow into an inky mist.

Adjusting to the new spell, the man starts shooting versatile shots - attempting to shoot you by bending the arrows around Zora.

Again, he is ready for it, as the magic circles begin to shift position to shield you.

The man prepares a counter attack, but Zora stalks toward the man - paying no mind to the raining arrows all around him - closing the distance between them quickly. He connects his right fist directly to the man’s jaw, resulting in a sickening crack that echoes through the cavern.

“Why am I saving her? Brainwashed? Wouldn’t mourn for another?!” Zora steps over the man now lying on the floor - placing a foot on either side of his torso - and grabs him roughly by the collar.

“You came here because you hate the King, and yet you are trying to kill her. What the fuck do you even know about her?!” The words escaped Zora’s throat in strained growls as he landed another deafening blow to the man’s jaw - spraying blood over his face and already crimson hair.

“She’s the King’s bastard daughter. She wasn’t even raised royalty. She’s just a village girl!” He punctuates each word with a blow to the man’s face. Now, the smell of blood was thick, and Zora’s face, arms and torso were dripping crimson.

“And yet, she’s more of a royal than any noble I’ve ever met. She is what royalty should be. She is so goddamn caring,” he snaps, now grasping the man’s collar in both of his hands. “You say she wouldn’t cry for me? She already has! For all of us - regardless of if we are peasant, commoner, or nobility. Hell, you don’t even need to be human for her to shed tears for you. It doesn’t matter to her. It never has.” Zora’s breath fans the man’s now unconscious and broken face.

From the other side of the cavern, a chorus of footsteps approach the room.

“Y/N!!” The Black Bulls shout in unison as they enter the cavern, but quickly take pause at the scene before them. Klaus, Yuno and Mimosa enter shortly after them, only to halt as well.

Finral is the first to open his mouth intending to ask what happened, but doesn’t get the chance.

“Mimosa,” Zora rasps softly, as he turns only his upper body to face them slightly. Face tear stained, with new ones brimming in his eyes. “Save her, please.” His scratchy voice is so soft it’s almost inaudible, but he knows she heard when she turns to you and quickly gets to work.

Klaus and Yuno take care of restraining the man and taking him away for judgment - allowing the Black Bulls to attend to you and Zora.

Of course they all noticed, but chose to not mention it - the masked knight’s uncharacteristic behavior. It’s not like he hasn’t protected his comrades before, but this time… it was more than just protecting your life.

He was defending you. Your life, your values, your character.

He was defending you.

Three Weeks Later

You’ve recovered fully from your injury, but Yami has stalled on sending you out on any missions while the previous event is being investigated. In the meantime you’ve been training in hopes of being able to defend yourself better next time.

In these past few weeks, you’ve noticed that Zora is acting oddly towards you. Usually the masked man would endearingly insult you about being a princess, or the “connections” you have, or just how easy you have it by being royal. You always knew it was in jest, seeing as you actually weren’t raised as royalty.

But recently, he’s been too polite. Conversation staying surface level before he quickly takes his leave. With each occurrence, you start to wonder if he is avoiding you, and your suspicions are confirmed when he turns down every offer to spar with you. Something the two of you did regularly before the incident.

Frustrations reaching a fever pitch, you decide to confront him about it.

Which is how you ended up in the kitchen of the Black Bulls base, Zora’s back to you as he’s cleaning up after a meal, and you in the doorway - trying to locate the courage to speak up.

Turning around, he jumps and inhales sharply when he sees you standing there.

“God, Y/N! I need to put a bell on you,” he chuckles with a shake of his head and for a moment you feel hopeful that the awkwardness is gone.

“Well, I’ll be going then, have a good one!” The crimson haired knight offers with a polite nod as he turns to leave through the external door.

“W-wait!” you blurt out, surprising yourself and him. He turns back to you and leans against the counter.

“Yes? What is it Y/N?” Zora inquires with a tilt of his head and the too polite smile that just isn’t him.

“I-I… Ever since I was taken… you-you’ve been… too polite.” Squeaking out the words as you cast your gaze to the floor, and hug your torso for comfort.

“Too polite? Now that’s not the kind of constructive criticism I’ve gotten before. I mean, shouldn’t that be a good thing?” Again, it’s just too polite. Too easy going. You don’t recognize this mask of his, and you don’t like it.

“Zora, please! Why are you-” inhaling sharply and hissing out the air slowly as you try to get a hold on your quickly rising emotions.

His smile finally flees his face, and his brow creases in worry from your outburst. Clenching your fists at your side and directing your eyes back to his cobalt ones, you continue.

“Can’t you just insult me like normal? Call me a stupid, spoiled royal so we can just be again? I-I… Y-you… you’ve changed how you act towards me, but won’t tell me why, and I just-” your voice begins cracking around the words tearing at your throat.

“Zora, I feel like I’ve done something wrong and I don’t know what because no one will tell me… so if you can’t be normal to me, then just tell me what I did wrong.” Your resolve crumbling on the last word, head hanging low as a silent sob bubbles up in your chest.

Suddenly, he is towering in front of you and pulls you into his chest for a crushing embrace. Burying his face in your neck, so you don’t see, but feel his tears soaking into your cloak and the tiny, gasping sobs falling from his lips.

For a long moment he just holds you - feeling so relieved you're alive and in his arms. He inhales sharply, quieting his sobs, before attempting to speak.

“You almost died Y/N.” He murmurs in your ear, like an abandoned child.

“...yes, but I didn’t… You saved me.” You softly whisper to try and reassure him.

“But I didn’t know I would be able-“ Zora begins again in a strained voice, but another sob cuts him short. His grip tightens around you, as he folds you more into his chest.

“But you did. You saved me.” You whisper reassuringly, wanting so badly to fix the rift that’s sprung up between the two of you. Hoping. Praying. That normalcy will return.

“You’re not hearing me!” He whispers desperately in your ear, and his grip is almost painful now - almost like if he lets go, then you would just disappear from existence.

In response, you remain silent this time, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“You almost died, and I didn’t know if I would be able to save you. Because it was just me. I had no idea if the rest of the Bulls would get there in time. I-I… God, Y/N, I wasn’t sure if I would be strong enough to save you… and that terrified me. I’m still afraid. I-I have nightmares that I couldn’t do it, or that they didn’t get there in time, or that you died immediately so I couldn’t even get the chanc-'' his voice breaking off before he could finish, and Zora finally surrenders to the lump choking his throat. Shaking with full body sobs, as he leans all of his weight on you, causing you both to collapse to the floor.

Once there, he pulls you into his lap and cradles you with his face still burrowed in your neck. Reaching up, you wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his fiery locks, and pull him down so you’re cradling his head against your chest.

“I’m so sorry Zora. I-I thought you were upset with me… I-I didn’t know that’s how you’ve been feeling…” your voice cracking quietly too while you stroke his hair.

When he doesn’t respond you feel the need to fill the silence, so you add.

“I’ll get stronger - I promise. I don’t want you to be afraid because I’m weak.” you say in a hushed tone, attempting to soothe him, but instead Zora’s whole body stiffens.

“No.” He states firmly, leaving no room for argument. Confused, you stay silent waiting for his explanation.

“You don’t have to get stronger, Y/N. Just don’t… Don’t tell me to leave you again, please? I-I can’t take it. I can’t stand the thought of leaving you somewhere to die alone.” Zora shudders at the thought and subconsciously nuzzles deeper against your chest.

“Okay. I promise,” you assure him softly.

“But on one condition,” your words drawing Zora’s interest as he tilts his head up to meet your gaze, “the next time you feel this way, just… talk to me. It’s okay to be afraid, but it’s not okay to face it by yourself…” tears drip from your eyes onto Zora’s cheeks.

“I can’t stand the thought of you facing it alone either.” You rasp in a pained voice, and then pull him close to cradle his head to your chest again.

A long pause falls between you two, and for a moment you’re worried he’ll say no again, but then he breaks the silence.

“Okay. It’s a promise then, princess.” Zora’s mocking tone revives itself a bit as he uses the word that you so hated being called at first, but now, hearing him say it for the first time in three weeks - it causes a warmth to spread through your whole body.

The same warmth you’ve felt since you first set foot in the Black Bulls hideout.

The one you feel when Charmy gathers everyone for meal time and insists that you try her new recipe first. “Y/N! I just made this for the first time, please try it - you’re the first so tell me how it is!” She’d whisper excitedly - eyes darting back and forth to check for others - and then watch you crumple on the spot from how delicious it was.

Or when Magna and Luck fight like siblings but take pause to make sure you weren't injured by a badly aimed shot. “Y/N! Are you okay?! We didn’t hit you, right?” Magna, trying to recover from Luck’s attacks enough to speak, would worriedly grasp your head in his hands and turn it side to side checking for blood. Luck standing to the side, lifting your arm up and down while saying, “It still moves! Can you move it though, Y/N?” Never did their attacks actually hit you, and sometimes you were convinced they were checking on you as an excuse to take a break from fighting, but you were happy nevertheless.

Or when Vanessa barges in your room to show you her new purchases, and talks you into trying on one of her outfits that shows a little much skin. “It’s okay to be modest, but if you’re covering up because you feel like you have something to hide, then just look how beautiful you are! Now why would we hide that?” She’d say, turning you to face the mirror in that big sister manner.

Or when Noelle ridicules someone, just to turn around and tell off the first person who tries to ridicule them too. “Are you going to train in any offensive spells, Y/N? Right now you just have healing and some illusions…” she’d say with an incredulous quirk of her eyebrow. But the moment a Magic Knight from another squad attempted to give you the same advice, she is quick to come to your defense. “Just? She just has healing?! Do you even know how many lives she’s saved? I mean she’s saved all of the Black Bulls’ lives countless times, and the whole reason we are able to earn stars now is because she handles the damage!” She’d retort in a huff - sending the other Knight off with his tail between his legs.

Or when Asta finds you training alone and gives you encouraging words before helping you. “It’s okay to struggle at something - I mean I struggled at everything until I got my Grimoire, and even then I still had trouble here and there. Standing back up and trying again is the only way to keep moving forward.” He’d urge you, and then he’d help you hone your skills.

Or when Gauche actually showed interest in the books you read because you told him you and Marie were enjoying talking about it together, and eventually he started asking you about it just because and not because of Marie. “Y/N, here.” He’d hand you the new edition in the series you’ve been reading. “They released the new series, but it was almost sold out. Will you take this other copy to Marie?” He hands you a second copy before walking away. (Okay, so maybe he still is very inappropriately obsessed with his sister, and of course you give her the extra copy).

Or when Grey hangs out with you in her True Form on the common room couch late at night. “Oh! Um… Y/N! This is so embarrassing… I’m low on mana, so I can only be in this form! I’m so sorry!!” She’d cry and shield her face from view. You’d say it’s okay - that you like True Form Grey the best - and to come sit with you if she’d like, and even though she claims she’s out of mana, when she sits down you can feel the excess wafting off of her.

Or when Gordon showed you the Voodoo doll he made of you and asked if he could compare the hair textures. “Y/N, I made this doll of you - I did a big job a town over because they make a specific fiber that is the closest I can find to your hair texture, but I’d like to make sure it matches.” You let him compare, and he looks rather pleased that it does match. “Your curly texture is very unique, so I wanted to make sure I got it right.” He’d say with a black lipped beam your way.

Or when Henry (formerly the ghost) changed your room around without warning. When you asked him about it he said, “I… noticed… you… go… outside… every… morning… to… watch… the… sunrise… so… I… brought… it… to… you.”

Or when Captain Yami patted your head after a particularly arduous mission for you.

“Good Work, kid. We all knew you could do it.” He’d say after you successfully healed the squad and mended damages to the village.

That same warm feeling that nestles its way in to curl up in the center of your chest every time you walk through the front door of the hideout.

The one that feels like home.

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for the wanksgiving prompts, could i pretty please get poolverinessa with logan and vanessa dping wade in the ass, with a side of overstimulation and wade crying bc it feels so good if it fits?

hi anon! this took me two weeks but here you go <3

(i'm gonna stick this on ao3 tomorrow when im less sleepy and can think of a title)

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The first time they'd done this, they actually didn't end up doing it, because she'd had to call a time-out so Wade could reassure Logan that yes, he definitely wanted it, and the tears were a feature rather than a bug. Which then turned into Logan apologizing for ruining things, so of course she and Wade had ended up double-teaming him instead until he was too fucked out and pussy-drunk to feel bad about anything. A fantastic night and no regrets, for sure, but Vanessa's been looking forward to their second attempt, and so far it's fully living up to her expectations.

"Fuuuuuuck," Wade groans as he slides down her cock, inch by textured, well-lubricated inch. "Oh fuck, Ness, why'd you pick the one with all the ridges?"

"Because I'm mean," Vanessa says, which makes his cock twitch and spit a little dribble of precome. When she laughs at him it happens again. "Come on, we don't have all night."

"We literally have all night," Wade says, but he obediently seats himself the rest of the way, a squeaky gasp escaping him as his ass meets her harness. His eyes meet hers, eager for her approval; she grants him a satisfied hum before shifting her attention to Logan behind him.

"Your turn, big guy," she tells him, and Wade giggles, though it sounds a little strained.

"You're trying to psych me out, aren't you? Joke's on you, I committed the exact dimensions of Logan's trouser snake to memory the first time I touched it. I could sculpt a one to one replica from marble down to the last vein with my fucking eyes closed. I am well aware of the camel-through-a-needle situation we're working with here, believe you me."

"Nah," Logan says, and strokes his back, one long slide of his hand like he's petting a cat. Wade arches up into it like a cat, too. "You're going to take it just fine."

"Easy for you to say, Big Dick McGee. It's not your delicate rosebud in the line of fire." The blissed-out look on his face as Logan keeps petting him undercuts his griping just a little.

"You've had my entire hand up your ass before," Vanessa reminds him. "I think you'll survive." Logan raises his eyebrows, looking startled and then interested, and oh, there's definitely more fisting in Wade's future. It'll probably take some coaxing to get Logan and his big manly hands fully on board, but Vanessa is confident in her persuasive talents.

"Fine," Wade says, sounding half out of breath already even though all she's done so far is grind up into him a little, "fine, yes, I'm the champion butt slut of the tri-state area, can we just get on with it already?" He tilts his head back hopefully and Logan takes the cue and kisses him. Vanessa lets them go at it for a while, because fuck if it isn't the prettiest thing she's ever seen, the way Logan devours Wade's mouth like he's planting his flag there, the way Wade opens up and lets him in like he's been aching to be conquered. 

They don't always kiss like that. Vanessa knows exactly how much Logan loves a little conquering himself--more, really, than he goes for this kind of thing. Or more than he lets himself want it, at least, because he sure does take to the role like a duck to water when they ask him nice enough. 

Logan's hand on Wade's cheek slides down to his throat and Wade and Vanessa groan in unison. "Fuck yes, choke me daddy--oh--" Wade whimpers as her hips rock up against him, like there's even any deeper she could get. The pressure grinds the base of her cock against her clit so good she can’t keep from doing it again. 

“Enough fucking around,” she pants, and it takes all her considerable strength of will not to just grab Wade’s hips and start fucking him right. She snaps her fingers impatiently at Logan, giving him the sternest mommy-dom glare she can manage when she wants this bad, and he obeys like the good boy he is. 

Wade chokes out a hitched little gasp as Logan drags him back up the length of Vanessa’s cock. She can’t see exactly what his hand does next, but it makes Wade’s cock jump, makes him moan and swear, so she has an idea. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight already.” Logan kisses Wade’s jaw, his shoulder still flexing steadily. “I can barely get a finger in there.”

“Oh, suddenly my cute little permavirgin fuckhole is a character flaw?” Wade can’t quite pull off ‘bitchy’ when he’s this turned on, but he does his best. The way he beams when Logan muffles a laugh against his throat makes her heart and her cunt clench simultaneously. 

“Just telling it like it is,” Logan says. He gives Wade's throat a sharp nip and pinches a nipple with his free hand, chuckles again at the way Wade jerks and whines. Fuck, but he's hot like this. Vanessa makes a mental note to have him boss Wade around more often. “If you really want us both, you’re gonna have to loosen up for me.”

“Come on,” Wade begs, halfway between pleading and petulant. “Just shove it in, peanut, I’ll get used to it so fast, I promise.” 

Logan hmmms consideringly and does something with his hand that makes Wade arch his back and groan. “You sure about that, sweetheart? It’s going to hurt.”

“Good thing he’s a nasty little pain slut, then,” Vanessa says, and the sound Wade makes shoots straight to her cunt, god. “That is what you are, right, honey? Our dirty little slut?”

“Jesus christ,” he moans, “keep bullying me, I’ll come, fuck, Logan, please--"

Vanessa watches them both as Logan forces his way in, his eyes fluttering closed as he drags Wade down onto both their cocks--slowly, but without pausing even for the space of a breath. Wade’s always so pretty when he’s being fucked past his capacity and god knows he’s pretty now, dragging in gasp after desperate little gasp as his eyes start to glitter with tears. 

"Look at him," she tells Logan, "fuck, look how much he fucking loves it." When she takes Wade in her hand he shudders hard, moaning with what she knows is his favorite blend of desire and fear. It'll hurt him, making him come stuffed full like this before he's even had a chance to adjust, forcing his struggling hole to clench and spasm around the two of them. It'll hurt and he'll cry and she can't fucking wait.

She strips his cock with quick hard strokes while Logan watches with lust-hazed eyes, his chin resting on Wade's shoulder. He forces Wade down that final inch at last, and Vanessa rubs her thumb roughly over the soft vulnerable tip of his dripping cock, and Wade shouts and sobs and comes all over her belly, all those shiny trembling tears spilling over like a busted dam as she drags it all out of him.

It damn near does her in too, the way he wails for her, and the shallow little thrusts Logan can't quite hold back that rock Wade's weight down against her clit. Not quite what she needs, but enough that she can feel a fresh gush of juice flood her cunt. God, she could probably take them both even better than Wade at this point, she's so fucking wet.

That's a thought for another night, though. She's got more than enough to keep her occupied right now.

"Jesus," Logan mutters, low and awed. Wade slumps back against his chest, shaking, and Logan licks a sloppy wet stripe up the side of his face like he can't even get it together enough for a kiss. "So fuckin' hot, sweetheart, doing so good for us."

Vanessa can tell the moment when Logan realizes what he's tasting on Wade's cheeks. His eyes go black and he fucking growls, which he's never done in front of her before. She's sure as hell going to make him do it a lot more from now on.

"Oh, Wade," she purrs, grinning, "you're so fucked, babe. I think he likes making you cry even more than I do."

The noise that shudders out of Wade's mouth is some unholy mix of a giggle and a sob. "Yeah, fuck--" He breaks off, keening, as Logan's teeth scrape roughly over his ear. "God, fuck, yeah, I'm in danger. As the--" Another bite, another whimper. "As the kids say. Which is. Something. I--fuck!"

Logan plants one broad hand between Wade's shoulder blades and shoves, forcing him down onto his elbows with a startled huff. "Still talking, huh?"

"Oh, is that the game now?" Wade pants, rocking back as Logan finally starts to move, slow deep thrusts. "You want me to shut up, you're--ah--gonna have to fuck me better than that." His voice wobbles too hard for either of them to take his goading seriously, but Logan grabs his hips and gives it to him anyway. 

It doesn't make him shut up but it does reduce him to wordless moaning in less than a minute, and Vanessa lets herself bliss out for a while on the steady rocking pressure of the strap, the filthy slap of Logan's hips against Wade's ass, Wade's hitched little sniffles as he tries not to start crying again. He's going to fail, of course, but she loves watching him get there, loves the way his face collapses when he finally gives up the fight.

Her gaze keeps sliding away this time, though, because Logan is shockingly pretty as he chases his pleasure. He's flushed, pink all over and dripping with sweat, eyes closed, mouth open. More than anything he looks like one of those old paintings of the saints, face painted with an ecstasy so sharp and focused it looks more like agony than delight.

"Talk to me, Logan." She digs a heel into the small of his back, not particularly gently. "Come on, tell me how it feels, I want to hear you." 

He groans, his hips stuttering to a halt as he meets her eyes. "I--"

She kicks him once, hard. "I said talk, I didn't say stop."

His eyes go wide and he lets out a pained grunt, but there's not a hint of protest in it. He starts moving again, falling back into his driving, brutal rhythm.

"That's more like it," she says warmly. Just that sliver of praise gets a moan out of him, and she can't help giving him more. "Such a good boy, doing what you're told. Tell me how good our bitch feels on your cock, Logan."

Wade sobs, his trapped dick pulsing against her stomach as he comes a second time, and Logan swears and slams into him hard enough to slide Vanessa almost all the way up the bed with a startled squeak. "So fuckin' good, he feels good--so goddamn tight I can't stand it, christ."

She collects herself. "That tight, huh?"

Logan gasps out a laugh. "If you could fucking feel it in there--"

"Oh, honey," Vanessa sighs, "if I had a dick I could feel, you'd both be taking it full time, I promise. Now be good for me and come in his ass so I can sit on your face, okay?"

As always, Logan obeys. Wade moans weakly, puddled helplessly atop her chest, and she squeezes the back of his neck and watches Logan fall apart for her, pretty as can be.

Thankfully, Logan's well-trained enough by now not to just drop his weight on top of her when he goes boneless. Wade (who has no such training, but weighs two hundred pounds less) nuzzles into her neck and whimpers pathetically as Logan pulls out and collapses on his back at their side. Vanessa can't help imagining how wrecked Wade must look down there, and sure enough her fingers slide up inside his swollen, dripping hole like she was sinking into warm butter.

Loose as he is, he tenses when they go in. "Fuck, Ness..."

"Yeah?" She strokes up and down her own length inside him, smiling as he starts to tremble. "You want to file a complaint?" He trembles harder, shakes his head. "Good boy."

He really is wrung out, though, and she only tortures him a little before relenting. When she nudges his ass he squirms up and off of her dick, and Logan helpfully rolls him off her the rest of the way so she can unbuckle the harness and toss it on the floor.

She doesn't have to say a word, just swings her leg over Logan's chest and shuffles up to his eager waiting mouth. He learned fast here too, and he knows how bad she needs it; it's not even half a minute before she's grinding down against him and coming at long fucking last. 

It's entirely unnecessary to snarl at him not to fucking stop, but she does it anyway because she loves telling Logan what to do as much as he loves being told. The next orgasm hits almost as fast and just as hard, but she makes him work for the last two, and when she finally flops back on the bed between the two of them she knows his jaw is aching. It's a pity it won't stay that way, but since the healing factor also wipes out his refractory period, it more or less comes out in the wash.

Which reminds her that actually, Logan's probably ready to go again, since one isn't usually enough to finish him off. Well, that can be Wade's problem. She's got about thirty seconds of awake left in her.

"I'm going to sleep," she announces. "If you two want to fuck some more, do it in the other bed, okay?"

They yes-ma'am her in unison, her good good boys, and she drifts off smiling.

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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in March 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

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❤️ Shift: A Memoir of Identity and Other Illusions - Penny Guisinger 🧡 Tempting Olivia - Clare Ashton 💛 Monilinia - Free Mints 💚 Guillaume - Aurora Dimitre 💙 The Marble Queen - Anna Kopp & Gabrielle Kari 💜 The Baker & the Bard - Fern Haught ❤️ Rainbow! - Sunny & Gloom 🧡 The Safe Zone - Amy Marsden 💛 The Weavers of Alamaxa - Hadeer Elsbai 💙 The No-Girlfriend Rule - Christen Randall 💜 A Different Kind of Brave by Lee Wind 🌈 Cirque du Slay - Rob Osler ❤️ Wizard’s Debt - Niranjan 🧡 One Last Breath - Ginny Myers Sain 💛 Nothing Special - Katie Cook 💚 I Feel Awful, Thanks - Lara Pickle 💙 The Tower - Flora Carr 💜 Be the Sea - Clara Ward ❤️ What Grows in the Dark - Jaq Evans 🧡 Heirs of Bone and Sea - Kay Adams 💛 The Haunting of Velkwood - Gwendolyn Kiste 💙 Thunder Song - Sasha taqwšəblu LaPointe 💜 Mona of the Manor - Armistead Maupin 🌈 Like Happiness - Ursula Villarreal-Moura

❤️ Ellipses - Vanessa Lawrence 🧡 Saint, Sorrow, Sinner - Freydís Moon 💛 Blood & Brujas - Mikayla D. Hornedo 💚 Infinity Kings - Adam Silvera 💙 Really Cute People - Markus Harwood-Jones 💜 How You Were Born - Kate Cayley ❤️ These Bodies Between Us - Sarah Van Name 🧡 Icarus - K. Ancrum 💛 The Emperor and the Endless Palace - Justinian Huang 💙 How Not to Date an Angel - Lana Kole 💜 Enemy Colours - R.M. Olson 🌈 Broken Parts Included - Alyson Root

❤️ Who's Afraid of Gender? - Judith Butler 🧡 The Duke’s Cowboy - Andrew Grey 💛 The Secret Something - Emily Wright 💚 Colstead & Andie - Olivia Janae 💙 Play It Again, Ma’am - Sienna Waters 💜 Love Is…? - K.J. Wrights ❤️ Welcome to Forever - Nathan Tavares 🧡 Just Another Epic Love Poem - Parisa Akhbari 💛 The Phoenix Bride - Natasha Siegel 💙 These Letters End in Tears - Musih Tedji Xaviere 💜 Truly Home - J.J. Hale 🌈 Monster Mixer - Robin Jo Margaret

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[starysky1289]

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Dior.

A/N: sorry if this isn’t fantastic, been having a lil trouble writing, fics may be coming fewer and farther between, only because I wanna post stuff that’s good and worth reading. But I do hope yall enjoy this.

TW: Toxic relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting

“ You did what? “

“ I got myself a job at the mall!! I’ll be working at Dior!! I’ll be able to pay off my student loans easier now. “

Vanessa’s icy eyes stared at you. This job was a bit of a last resort, your loans where piling up and you felt that if you didn’t start paying now, you never would. You knew Vanessa was upset, but why would she be? She didn’t have to spend any more money on you, she wouldn’t need to baby you.

“ and you did this. Without telling me. You just decided to go and get a job?? Why don’t you talk to me! “

“ cause I wanted to surprise you Vanessa!! And now, I’ll be more independent, you won’t need to spend money on me anymore. Plus, right now I’m only working Thursdays,Fridays, and Saturdays, so we’ll still have plenty of time to hang out. “

Vanessa’s gaze shortened, as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to her. You where lucky you where on the campus, who knows what she’d do to you if you where at the house.

“ I don’t want you independent. You should be spending your time with me. God knows why I let you live in the dorm. I can’t with you right now y/n. “

Vanessa let go of your wrist and stormed off. You sighed, turning back to your dorm building. She was just protective of you, she didn’t want people near you. You’d be fine, she’ll get used to it soon.

*~*

You wore a simple beige shirt and black cardigan, as well as some simple jeans. It was your first official day on the floor, and you were simply assigned with fixing displays and putting the new bags out on the floor.

You were going through the boxes, pulling out the beautiful leather bags, gently placing them them onto the displays. You heard the click of heel’s against the marble floor, figuring it was just your manager checking on you.

“ well, if it isn’t my princess. Look at you, working. “

You turned around, your heart almost skipping a beat. Vanessa stood before you, wearing a pink checkered coat and black crop top, along with a white skirt. A bit more revealing than what she’d normally wear in public, but she probably had a party after this.

“ Vanessa! It’s great see you! Yes I love this job, it’s so simple and the people are great. I’m really happy I did this “

“ I don’t like how you’re not home. With me. But I suppose I’ll just, get over it. Never-mind that….don’t you just look gorgeous~ “

Vanessa stepped closer, and cupped a hand against your clothed heat. You gasped, trying to push her away.

“ n-no Vanessa. Not h-here! I’m working….”

“ im just making sure she’s alright dear…I haven’t played with you in a while, huh dear? “

“ n-Nessa….”

Vanessa snickered, pulling back and glancing around the store. You turned back to the bags, red hot in the face.

“ I think I’ll just look around, make sure no one messes with you dear. “

“ there’s security, I’ll be fine Vanessa… “

Vanessa only clicked her tounge, before walking off. You sighed, turning back to your work. You knew she’d keep bothering you at work, even if it messed you up her own schedule. You saw your manager walking over and tried to busy yourself again

“ hey, y/n. Everything ok? Saw something happen with that girl. “

“ alls ok, that was my girlfriend. She just came to check up on me, I’m getting back to work right now. “

“ alright,well, just make sure she dosnt keep interrupting you. “

“ yes maam…”

You sighed, looking at the hand bags you’d never be able ti afford by yourself. You didn’t wanna admit it to yourself, but you wanted this job, needed it. You just wanted to be yourself around people, and not the quiet, shy, obedient girl you were for Vanessa. But that’s just how you were, always willing to listen, desperate to please.

*~*

Vanessa would always come and visit almost every day you worked. Be it just passing by or coming in. And everyday something was off. One day some of the wallets where tossed around the display table, another the bags where out of there color coded order, which put your manager is tizzy.

One day, Vanessa came in with half the soroity. Why wouldn’t they, it was the yearly sale, and they all needed a new bag.

“ y/n, baby, why don’t you help me hold all this. And why don’t you choose something you want, for working so hard “

“ V-Vanessa I have to- “

“ Y/N. I told you to be restocking the shoes, there practically flying off the shelf’s. If you can’t- oh! Ms Shelly! I’m so sorry to interrupt your shopping. “

You looked between Vanessa and your manager bewildered.

“ it’s no issue, y/n was just going to help me and the girls shop, I hope you don’t mind “

“ not at all maam! Y/n. Ms Shelly is one of our top buyers, you’ll be best behaved for her and help her and her party with whatever they need. “

You knew better than to argue, and simply nodded, following Vanessa around the store, standing silently besides her as she and the girls shoped throughout the store.

“ your such a good little helper y/n. Here, I’ll get you this, it’s cute, isn’t it “

Vanessa tossed you a little pink wallet, 560 dollar, although on sale it would only be about 450, not like it changed much. A roar of laughter distracted you, you located it coming from the group of girls by dresses.

“ n-ness will you quiet them d-down…there disturbing the peace-“

“ don’t make me get your manager, sweetheart. You’ve been so obedient now, let the girls have fun “

Vanessa kissed you gently, and snickered, pulling you away to the next section. Something about this job made you feel even more worthless than you were before. People where rude to you, and you where taught that putting yourself first in this job was rude and horrible. You’d rather be home with Vanessa, listening to her talk about the latest gossip, and having someone to ramble about your writings, even if she didn’t listen.

You helped carry the bags and shoes to the register, leaving Vanessa to her own for now.

“ baby, real quick. “

You turned around, Vanessa slipped you the wallet and smirked.

“ all payed for, you keep it. I love you baby..thank you for helping me~ “

“ oh, t-thank you nessy. I love you too, I’ll see you tonight. “

You kissed her gently, and turned back to your work, feeling warmer and bubblier than usual.

*~*

“ Y/N!! My office, now! “

You quickly turned from your work, you’d never hear your manager this angry. You made you way over your her, and followed her into the office. You sat in the chair across from her, trying not to seem scared.

“ your fired. “

“ W-what?? No, n-No why?? “

“ why? You’ve stolen from us, and you carry it around with you like it’s nothing! “

You quickly understood what she ment. You pulled out the wallet, staring between it and your manager.

“ no, Vanessa bought this for me! She gave it to me- “

“ now your blaming our top customer? You were the one working that sector! Give me the wallet. And get out! “

Tears swelled around your eyes, you saw it, Vanessa brought it up to the register, than gave it to you. She wouldn’t steal, she’d never.

You pulled your cards and money out of the wallet and handed it to her, before walking out of the office, and out of the store. You were already sobbing before you even got out of the mall, there wasn’t a bus to take you back to the college yet, so you’d have to call Vanessa.

“ what. “

“ V-Vanessa….i-I need you to come pick me up…t-they fired me. “

You sobbed into the phone, Vanessa went on mute for a moment, before comming back.

“ I’m coming baby. I’m so sorry, what happened? What could you have done? “

“ t-they think I stole the wallet…a-and didn’t belive it when I said you got it for me..”

“ my lord. I’ll be there soon baby, I knew this job would be too much for you. We’ll…snuggle…when we get home, ok baby? “

You sniffled, whipping your face and trying your breath. Vanessa was on your side, she belived you. She’d even comfort you when you’d come back. You needed her. She was the only person who could help you cope with this.

“ ok…thank you Vanessa…I love you..”

“ I love you too sweetheart, I’ll see you soon~ “

[madeline-ronpa-ask]

Welcome to Madeline County!

Welcome welcome! This is a silly blog I thought about making based on a discord server RP that was based on an AU of The Mandella Catalog! If you’d like to know more on the AU, please see this link to a doc made by @/pristina29! (You’ll need it to understand most of this lmao)

We are currently on the 2nd Season of the game, so there’s that bit too. (when that doc drops I’ll link it aswell dw :3)

If you’d like to join the server, just jump on in and join the fun!

(TW: THE SERVER HAS MENTIONS OF CANIBALISM (Mentions of such topics will be avoided as much as possible on the blog))

ASK RULES:

No NSFW. I feel like this is a given but still. This blog is being run by and asks are answered by minors. Dont.

No RP/M!A asks please! The answerers would rather not RP on Tumblr due to already having the server RPs /lh

Please be sure to clearly address the chars you’re asking! Nobody likes their ask being mixed up w/ another char!

Please be patient with responses! It can be a lengthy process as we all have our personal lives/answering styles!

I’ll edit the rules as I see fit

~ Admin Cookie :3

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CURRENT ASK ABLE CAST (Including Represented Deserts and Living Status):

S1:

Hosts:

Cesar Torres ~ Strawberry Cheesecake - Deceased

Mark Heathcliff ~ Blueberry Muffin - Deceased

Adam Murray ~ Apple Pie - Deceased

Jonah Marshal ~ Lemon Tart - Deceased

Participants:

RED Spy (TF2) ~ Cherry Chocolate Bûche De Noël - Alive

SMG4 ~ Vanilla Cake - Alive

Elizabeth Afton (FNAF, Casronpa!AU (Another server lmao)) ~ Strawberry Ice Cream - Deceased

Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets) ~ Keylime Pie - Deceased

Ludwig Beilshmidt (Hetalia) ~ Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte - Alive

Daniel Mattews (Saw) ~ Forest Cake - Deceased

Hansel Strudel (OC) ~ Candied Green Apple - Deceased

Googleplier (Markiplier Ego) ~ Blue Artificial Doughnut- Deceased

Meta Knight (Kirby) ~ Custard - Deceased

Melodie (Brawl Stars) ~ Starburst Candy - Deceased

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) ~ Strawberry Shortcake - Alive

Peter Spankoffski (Hatchetfeild) ~ Hot Chocolate - Deceased

S2:

RED Scout (TF2) ~ Boston Cream Doughnut - Alive

Mario (Mario and the Music Box) ~ Spaghettiesis Ice Cream - Alive

Marchionne Evangelisti (MATMB) ~ Chocolate Bunny - Alive

KAITO (PJ:SK, Base Vocaloid) ~ Blueberry Ice Cream - Alive

Cielomort (Fragaria Memories) ~ Starry Toffee Cake - Alive

Abbiy (Among Us OC) ~ Pockys - Alive

The Witch (AKA Trixie) (Slay The Princess) ~ Poison Apple - Alive

Alex Evergreen (OC) ~ Chocolate Chip Cookie - Alive

HABIT (EverymanHYBRID) ~ Dark Chocolate Mousse - Alive

Robin (Teen Titans, Fears to Fathom!AU (Another Ronpa lmao)) ~ Blueberry Yogert Parfait - Alive

Feliciano Vargas (Hetalia) ~ Banana Gelato - Alive

Robin (Batman/Superman: World’s Finest) ~ Apple Crumble - Alive

Poppy Skies (OC) ~ Rose Latte - Alive

Izumi Sou (ARSMAGNA) ~ Blueberry Cheesecake - Alive

Celestine (Pokemon S/V Protag OC) ~ Blue Raspberry Snowball - Alive

Kiku (Hetalia) ~ Dango - Alive

King DeDeDe (Kirby) ~ Strawberry Blueberry Shortcake - Alive

The Tailor (Rain World HUMAN!AU) ~ Raspberry Lemonade Ice Cream Float - Alive

Magolor (Kirby) ~ Gâteau Invisible - Alive

Peri (FO:ANW) ~ Ube Cake Roll - Alive

Folly (Regretavator) ~ Black Licorice - Alive

Fridge DJ (It’s Time For The) ~ Tootsie Roll Pop - Alive

Spectators (under cut due to lenghty list):

Scout’s Mother (TF2)

RED Heavy (TF2)

RED Medic (TF2)

BLU Scout (Jeremy) (TF2)

BLU Scout (Jenny) (TF2 OC)

SMG3 (SMG4)

Luigi (MatMB)

Mario (SMG4)

Mario (OG)

Luigi (OG)

Cassidy (FNAF Movie)

Evan (FNAF, Casronpa!AU)

Vanessa (FNAF, Mascot!AU)

El Tigre (Yes, from the Nicktoon)

Alfred F. Jones (Hetalia)

Rin Kagamine (PJ:SK, Base Vocaloid)

Len Kagamine (PJ:SK, Base Vocaloid)

Willmesh (Fragaria Memories)

Lauren (OC)

Kirby (Kirby)

Bandanna Dee (Kirby)

Sailor Dee (Kirby)

Grusha (Pokemon S/V)

Kieran (Pokemon S/V)

Tim (Marble Hornets)

Patrick (MLAndersen0)

Collector (The Owl House)

Akira Kurusu aka Joker (Persona 5)

Raven (Teen Titans)

Starfire (Teen Titans)

Lists will be edited as more chars become available to interact with.