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cowboymantis · 5 months ago
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My favourite manga series is one you have never heard of*
((* probably, if you speak only English))
IT HAS EVERYTHING: DRAMA, BLOODSHED, FOUND FAMILY, LOST FAMILY (🥲), RANDOM INVINCIBLE BEINGS, CONFUSION, PAIN, FUN...
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[Collage I quickly put together of all the manga covers, rip they've got such bad quality but I just quickly got them from a website, all the other images here will be my own photos]
So. There is this manga series that has been my absolute #1 favourite since around 2014, I think. I found out about it from a random Youtuber I used to watch, who made those monthly review/recommendation videos for manga he read.
Thinking it did sound very interesting, I just went and bought the first volume and was HOOKED. The manga in question is Vanilla Fiction by Megumi Osuga.
The premise is simple (or uh, as simple as I could water it down): Guy named Sato, who is a best-selling author, is also a huge pessimist and can only write bad endings. Now, he's pressured to write a happy ending. Right at the beginning of the first manga, he stumbled across a murder scene and then somehow ends up adopting a little girl that was there. Or uh, rather she forcefully adopts herself lmao 😭 And then he gets the task of saving the world (aka happy end for humanity?? Real??)
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(Also her little angle wings backpack 🥹🥹🥹 It's so cute 🥹 And later on in the story, Sato has a jacket on with angel wings 😭)
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As if Sato isn't confused enough, all of a sudden there's this weird guy (who names himsels Ozamu Dazai. Yeah, I know... Another manga character with that name HOW ORIGINAL, but I think this came out just some months before Bungou Stray Dogs so it's a funny coincidence that both of those happened along a similar time 😭) who gives him a lore drop and explains HOW he has to save the world and all that, also it turns out the guy is kinda invincible and is some sort of weird human ragdoll zombie (or something like that). Sato first finds out about that because he accidentally killed him (in his defence: Dazai is ANNOYING AS HELL‼️)...
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As for saving the world, Sato has to eat cookies with the little girl or else the world will end (because of chaos theory mome nte). Thing is, other people also want to do that. So some sort of weird battle royale-esque shenanigans ensue. Yippee‼️‼️
And I gotta say this manga has some of my favourite aesthetics, I absolutely ADORE the artstyle and also the characters are so great and (MOST of them...) lovable!!
Love the introduction scene in the second volume of my fav too he's very silly 😭
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He's like, "I became a police officer because I love fighting (as in arguments, but he does love beating up others too lmao) people! Doesn't matter with who, about what, I am never going to lose!!"
Just a hater fr.
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Also, I absolutely love this page sm, on the right is one of my other favs and btw HE IS SO GENDER!!! He's kinda like if Do Hanse was a manga character... Do you see the vision??? He's also the leader of the "Kanto Devils", which is a surprisingly wholesome gang :) They're like a family...
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Also two pages I love nowadays even more:
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WHY ARE YOU JUST WATCHING???
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I can't believe Vanilla Fiction predicted Yakuza Kiwami ⁉️
Also gahhh, in every volume there are two fully coloured illustrations on the first pages and I love them so so much. Due to tumblr image limit I tried to squish some of them together:
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And. ...Sigh, there's a running banana peel slip gag but I SWEAR IT'S FUNNY.
And oh my god even years later I still think about the ending. 😭🛌🛌🛌
When the manga was still coming out with new volumes, I'd always read them immediately and then lend them to my friend who I got into the series, so we could both talk about it and it was just always so nice experiencing the hype of a new volume together 😭
And then, in 2016, when the final volume was released... We were both devastated 😭😭😭 Tbf, there was a volume before that which hit just as hard goobey...
Some years later though, I realized... No one ever really talks about this manga. And when I go search for it, all people talking about it are in German. Then I slowly realized HOLY HELL THIS MANGA DIDN'T EVEN GET AN ENGLISH TRANSLATION, NOT EVEN A FAN TRANSLATION ⁉️⁉️
NO WONDER IT DOESN'T HAVE A FANDOM 😭😭
The name Vanilla Fiction tbh is also not making it much better, and the covers are such a huge don't judge a book by its cover moment, because you'd think it was a cute little shoujo manga 💀 But then you open it and there's just a bunch of gore happening right at the start so. Yeah.
Man... I love talking about Vanilla Fiction a lot, but I know they'll never even get to experience it now, so that's kinda sad. It has been my favourite manga series for a decade now and I can't even talk with people about it 🥲
I'm lowkey tempted to just scan in the pages and do my own translation of it just so I can show it to people lmao 😭
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obsob · 1 year ago
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happy and proud!!
✷(print shop)✷
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sapphire-heart-tippy · 3 months ago
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💙Flirting on the job💜
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(self insert uses ze/zem/zeir and fae/faer)
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eechidreams · 2 months ago
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madeliene cookie x g/n reader
request asked by friend but decided to post it here too~
cw: , nsfw (obviously),cursing, manhandling (in a sexy way ofc)
Pounding and faint screams is what civilians nearby, coming from sir madelienes house. Of course some were confused and others knew what was going on since they scurryed away quickly as they can from the site.
But who was he doing with?
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKK!!!" You moaned out sobbing, his cock slamming deep into you. The bed literally creaks with each slam into your bruised but wet hole, poor you.. But madeleine didn't care. he fucks you like a dog and acts like this is the last time he'll ever fuck you, he holds you close and mumbles into your shoulder "Mine.. mine.. all mine.." as you screamed, He knew people could hear but who cares? He doesn't.
He picks up the pace and manhandles you, changing the pace. hes holding you by the waist while slamming your body onto his wet long cock. You immediately start to scream moaning, as if you werent doing enough screaming. "MORE!!!! I NEED MORE!!!!" You yell, Obviously since madeliene is a freak he quickens up. Madeleine is- well now was more of a wait till marriage guy, but when hes with you? He couldn't resist. You were too fucking hot for your own good. But this doesn't count right? Just two people enjoying intercourse.... right...
He shakes those thoughts away on how hes putting the Madeleine family to shame and continues to rawdog you, Alone in his house, while you sob and cry. "I love you, i love you i love you i love you!!" He repeats like a broken record as hes about to cum, He picks up the pace like a dog trying to catch a ball "Shhhitt im about to --" Before he could finish his sentence, he released allover inside your hole, You immediately collapse on his bed face front gasping for air as madeleine slowly lighten his grip from your now bruised waist. What they don't know wont hurt them..
this is my first time writing smut for crk characters, sorry if it sucks and is kind of bland but this is what my friend asked for , and i hope u enjoyed it too xd
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lesbianfakir · 2 months ago
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If anyone is wondering what I’ve been doing I’ve been in full blorbo mode over fucking Skyrim of all things which is humiliating. I may have 4000+ hours but I will be the first to say it’s a terrible game
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madredhattie · 16 days ago
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the horrors persist but I did have something fun this weekend
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behold, the homemade birthday cake for my birthday!! featuring the best cake toppers/gift from my folks~ my booooooys
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andi-rigby · 1 month ago
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Alright, y'all. Poll time. Synopses of your choices are under the cut, if you want them. I can't decide between my upcoming original stories (I'm gonna write them all eventually), so I'm inviting y'all to choose for me.
On a related note, if I hit 15 followers before this poll expires, I'll do a follower lottery and the lottery winner will get to name a character in the winning story! (More details on that also under the cut.)
Synopses
Adventures in the Gaywild, a queer contemporary portal fantasy with an ensemble cast of queer & disabled adults just trying to live their lives, but who have said lives interrupted regularly by their hometown’s proximity to the fey realm. Beronsgate is a cute little coastal town with a major problem: sometimes the door you open doesn’t lead where you wanted it to. Monster-of-the-week episodic sitcom installments with an overarching denial-of-destiny arc. (If this wins, the "winning story" will be the first installment of the series.)
The Death of Santa, a sapphic Christmas adventure with a transgender Mrs. Claus who’s unhappy in her role as the token female holiday persona, and escapes the North Pole only to find herself in a strange land of eternal winter. Kristina takes shelter in a fortress built over a gate, and finds deadly traps, warped Christmas monsters, and the woman she married 900 years ago. Transgender themes, trans joy/power, and mistaken identity feature heavily in this high-action novelette that tries not to take itself or Christmas too seriously.
Liberty, a gay cowboy friends-to-lovers between a cattle baron’s heir and a gifted horse trainer. Aaron and James have kept their romance a secret for almost a year. When Aaron’s mother makes a big stink about him turning down yet another farm princess, he’s got a tough choice to make: follow the herd, or follow his heart. Forget coming-of-age—let’s talk coming-out, love and support from unexpected avenues, and being true to yourself.
Double Tide, a seaside low fantasy adventure about a dockworker and the inquisitive merrow they met in the local tidepools, who become fast friends despite language barriers and local taboo. When a new fishing technique threatens the local merrow population, they discover whether a lone dockworker and a social pariah can really make a difference. Try this gender-agnostic, hopeful Romeo and Juliet (without the tragedy) that explores the meaning of love and friendship.
The Siege of Helen, an exploration of neurodivergence and (mis)communication in a romantic relationship. Helen’s new pregnancy has made her mood a thousand times more volatile, and her husband is spending more and more time at the office. Hephaestus, already overstimulated and dysregulated from trying to provide for his now-growing family, realizes in the nick of time that there’s only one way not to lose the woman he loves: he’s going to have to talk to her. About his feelings. Short story companion to my novel-in-progress, By Any Other Name, following Ambrose’s parents as they try desperately to keep their marriage from falling to pieces.
The Library, a heartwarming zombie survivor tale about a weary now-single dad and his last remaining foster teen who fight to preserve the ruins of a great library against those who would destroy it for their own short-term survival. Take refuge in the Charles J. LaRose Memorial Library, and let Kaylen tell you about the time they fought off zombies and men with guns to make a safe place for travelers like you to rest and recuperate in the desolate hellscape of the zombie apocalypse.
Lottery Info
Lottery will happen if the total follower count (less myself) on this blog reaches 15 before the poll in this post expires. I'll choose via random selection & contact the winner via Tumblr to confirm you want to participate. If you don't, or I can't contact you via Tumblr because your messages are closed, or if I don't get a response to my initial message within ~24 hours, then I'll choose a different winner by the same process. And so on until someone bites.
Lottery winner will receive a short bio of the relevant aspects of their character (appearance, mannerisms, and plot role), and the name they choose will be used for the described character. I will not accept names that are offensive or that would be considered offensive in the context of the story or character, and I retain the right to ask the winner for a different name if the chosen name is, for some reason, really really not going to work in the context of the story.
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plutos-little-space · 4 months ago
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Hiiii!! cg pure vanilla moodboard, please? <3 masc/boyish, please! with babyre stuff? and sheepies 💙💙 and blue paci!! Maybe um blue or yellow? am not sure :)
@babykin25
Yeah Ofc!!!
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Cg!Pure Vanilla Cookie agere moodboard :0!!
hope you enjoy!!! :> i think i’m gonna have to play this game >-<
(requests are open!)
DNI BANNERミ★
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ailoveuu · 2 months ago
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"Proshippers stink and have no life! They need to touch grass."
I have hoco today. I took an everything shower. I'm gonna leave early to take pictures with my friends. I spent all day yesterday at the pep rally, setting up for hoco, and going to the football games with my entire friend group (we won btw). I have a field hockey game on Monday, and I've always been a starter. I'm in multiple AP and honors classes, all of which I'm doing well in.
Please, dear anti seeing this post because they were doom scrolling, explain how this equates to "having no life?
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innocentlymacabre · 8 months ago
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then boy howdy, is The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time the movie for you!
(majorly appreciate any reblogs and signal boosting!)
Jayce and Lott find themselves in the twisted grasp of Lucille Carmine, one of the most dangerous Overlords of the criminal world, in a fantasy-heist, splicing the thrill of walking the edge of a knife with fantastical malevolence.
full intro here
And the best part is that you can get it made! Literally all you have to do is head to this link, read the script (you can also listen if that's more your style), and vote with your honest opinions. The winner of the competition gets their movie fully funded and produced!
I've found that the listening tool is more reliable than reading, so to make sure your vote counts in one go, just hit play and mute the tab while you read. Feel free to reach out to me if you run into any issues!
So go forth and read! Tell your friends! Tell your family! Tell that annoying guy you always see at your bus stop in the morning!
P.S. If you send me a screenshot of your vote, I'll do everything I possibly can to get your name added to the credits :)
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cinderswrites · 21 days ago
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S A C R I F I C E :: 30 Fics in 30 Days
8560 / 30000 words. 29% done!
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This challenge is something I made based off the 30k November challenge. I plan on writing one short story per day every day of November, and since I know I'll probably blow past the 30k mark, I changed the name.
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"Sacrifice" is a story about sisterly love, and the lengths one sister will do for the others. It's also a story about needing to recognize your boundaries.
It is also, in part, a small fanfic since it features the character Viktor from @yga-vn, an upcoming dark/horror romance visual novel by @kuruchyo.
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WC: 2,286 :: CW: I don't think there are any, but there's a demon, so lmao.
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“Ugh, Nova, you always take everything from me!”
Verity’s shrill voice carried through the corridor, ringing in the ears of the housemaids as she shouted at her older sister. Ariadne flinched and sighed softly from the sitting room just a few feet away from the main hall where her sisters were arguing. She was the middle one of the three of them, the beautiful and sought after Greywind sisters from House Greywind. A family name as old as time itself and the very definition of “old money family”.
The short woman stood up, pulling the velvet purple cloak tight around her shoulders again and setting down her book. Just one evening of quiet is all I asked for… her thoughts were bitter as she went to find her sisters.
Nova was standing with her hand on her hip, her other hand holding a bag high out of Verity’s reach. Nova’s impressive height was something she used to her advantage often. Verity’s face was flushed red in anger and she looked like a petulant child throwing a tantrum, the way she was stomping her foot and crossing her arms.
When her gray eyes spotted Ariadne’s form, she stomped over and grabbed her older sister’s wrist and tugged on it, pointing at Nova. “Ariii,” Verity whined, using her doe-like eyes to plead with the short woman. “Nova stole my new clutch.”
“I did not!” Nova said fiercely. “I just bought this one, today.”
“Since when have you ever had a lick of fashion sense?!” Verity shot back.
Ariadne wanted to smack both of them upside the head for being so loud and disruptive. They knew better. It was quiet hours in the manor, for their father suffered chronic migraines in the evening. “Both of you knock it off, now!” she snapped quietly.
Both sisters straightened up and looked at her with apologetic expressions. “Sorry,” Nova mumbled, looking down and fidgeting with the zipper on the bag.
“Yeah, me too,” Verity said, letting go of her arm and sighing.
Ariadne ushered them both to sit on the couch, herself taking a seat between them. “Verity, when was the last time you saw your purse?” she asked.
“A week ago when I went out with that Scarsbee man,” Verity said, brushing back her short pale blue hair. “I came home and went to my room and left it on my vanity table and haven’t been able to find it ever since.”
Ariadne turned to Nova then, whose long indigo waves were drawn like a curtain around her features. “Nova, do you have the receipt for the bag you bought today?”
“Of course I do,” she snorted, opening the bag and pulling out a slip of white paper. She handed it to the middle sister, who looked it over.
“Mm, yeah, Verity,” she showed the receipt to her. “The date of sale is listed as today. This bag isn’t yours.”
Verity’s gray eyes squinted at the receipt, as if trying to find hints of forgery or tampering. Then she let out a long-suffering groan and fell back against the couch. “Okay, fine! But that still doesn’t solve my issue.”
“Your issue is that you’re a lawless spoiled brat,” Nova muttered, earning herself a painful nudge in the ribs by Ariadne.
“Enough, both of you. Nova, why don’t you go find something to do? I’ll help Ver find her purse.”
“Fine by me. Oh, and when you have the time, could you call the Dorsby house and let him know I’m not attending his banquet tonight?” Nova stood, pulling her own black cloak around herself and walking away without another word.
Ariadne reached up and rubbed her temple for a few seconds before turning to her younger sister. “Come on, let’s go to your room.”
“I’ve looked everywhere, Ari, it’s just not here!” Verity was whining again a few minutes later as she threw herself on her bed.
Ariadne ignored the younger woman’s whining and searched the area where her vanity table sat. “If you let the maids come in here, you’d be more organized and could find things better,” she chided. “Look at this mess on the table. You’re wasting makeup by letting it spill out everywhere!”
Verity just hugged a cylindrical pillow and pouted.
The middle sister’s keen yellow eyes swept over the surface, her hands picking through the items, checking behind and underneath things. When it was clear that the bag wasn’t in the heaping pile of feminine products, she checked the drawer. She thought it was ironic how clean and spotless the empty drawer was compared to the surface of the vanity.
She stood back a moment, planting her hands on her hips and glancing around the area. Her eye caught the glint of a gold chain slung over the mirror and disappeared behind it. As she walked up to it, she thought she’d caught a glimpse of a pair of glowing purple eyes in the mirror, hiding in the shadows of Verity’s bed canopy. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards and when she blinked, the eyes were gone.
Ariadne grabbed the thick gold chain, pulling it off the mirror. Lo and behold, on the other end of it was the exact bag the woman had been looking for. With one hand remaining on her hip, she turned and gave her sister a look. “It’s been here the whole time, Ver,” she said.
Verity’s face flushed in embarrassment, her pout lingering as her gray eyes flicked away. “Guess I forgot I changed the strap…” she mumbled.
Ari sighed and rolled her eyes, slinging the bag forward and tossing it onto the bed. “Use your brain next time. You know you’re not supposed to get Nova all worked up like that,” she chastised. “Come to me if you need help.”
Verity finally sat up on the bed and held the purse in her hands, fiddling with the zipper. Despite how often her sisters were at each other’s throats, the resemblance between them was plain as day to anyone else but them. It still shocked Ariadne when Verity would display the same little quirks Nova often had.
“Yeah, okay,” she said. “I’m sorry I made a scene.”
Ariadne’s expression softened. She walked over to the young woman and reached out with slender fingers, preening her hair and brushing it to the side. Something she always did out of habit, ever since they were young. She was the middle sister, the one that had to look after her younger sister since Nova made it very clear she wasn’t going to. But Nova had always been that way, and not in a selfish sense. She just couldn’t care for other people as well as Ariadne did.
And that was fine with Ari. She loved taking care of and helping her sisters, even if it was mentally and sometimes physically exhausting, always having to be the middle woman, the messenger, the one that smoothed things over. “Don’t worry about it,” she pulled her hand away. “I need to go take care of Nova’s thing now.”
“You’re always so helpful, you know?” Verity’s fond tone carried out the door after Ariadne had left.
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“Yes… Mr. Dorsby? Good evening,” Ariadne stood at the manor’s house phone, twirling her finger around the chord. Her parents were always fond of vintage aesthetics and this rotary phone that still worked even now, in 2024, was a favorite item of theirs. “It’s Ariadne Greywind from House Greywind calling.”
“Ah, Miss Greywind. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” Mr. Dorsby was a middle-aged man with average looks and a wealth that almost rivaled theirs.
“I regret to inform you that Nova will not be attending your banquet this evening,” she said. “She’s down with an illness tonight.”
There was a heavy sigh that breathed in her ear, and she knew what was coming next. “What a shame… I was looking forward to having one of the prestigious Greywind daughters. I even bragged about it to my friends, you know. I planned a wonderful evening for her.”
Ariadne’s lower eyelid twitched, and she pursed her lips. “I do sincerely apologize, Mr. Dorsby. Perhaps-“
“Say, are you doing anything tonight?” he asked suddenly.
She slumped against the wall, “… I am not.”
“Why don’t you come in her place? You said you’re Ariadne, right? The middle daughter?”
“Yes, that’s correct, Mr. Dorsby.”
“Join me. I’ll have my driver come pick you up in, oh, say… Two hours? Is that plenty of time for you to get ready, Miss Greywind?” Dorsby’s voice sounded delighted.
Ariadne pinched the bridge of her nose, “That’s plenty of time. Thank you, Mr. Dorsby. I’ll see you in two hours’ time, then.”
“See you soon, dear.”
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It was almost midnight by the time Ariadne was walking back up to House Greywind, her feet throbbing with pain and smelling like expensive colognes and cigar smoke. The banquet had been… alright, if not a bit stuffy. Many influential men and women were in attendance, and Ariadne herself was seated next to Mr. Dorsby the entire night. He had gotten loose-lipped and flattering with every scotch he drank as the night went on, but he was thirty years her senior.
She did her duties as best as she could, avoiding casual touches and questions with hidden implications. Not just from Mr. Dorsby, but from a whole slew of “eligible” bachelors that were in attendance. At the end of the night, when Dorsby had bid her farewell, he had expressed his appreciation for her attendance and apologized if anyone had made her uncomfortable, including himself.
Overall, it had been a good time, she thought. Not that she wanted to repeat the experience anytime soon, but she was glad she went in Nova’s place now. Nova wouldn’t have been able to stand so many people sitting shoulder-to-shoulder at a long table. At least with Ariadne there, she could continue to keep House Greywind’s reputation to high standards with her maturity and grace.
Once she was in her bedroom, she kicked off the heels that had been pinching her feet all night. She undressed completely and pulled on a pair of soft cotton pajamas. Ariadne sat at her vanity and removed the makeup she had applied earlier. Staring at herself in the mirror, with every swipe of the makeup wipe, she revealed pale patches that starkly contrasted her otherwise warm brown tone.
It’s not that she was ashamed of them, no. She only covered them up with makeup to avoid being stared at and being asked question after question of what afflicted her. It was Dorsby’s banquet, after all. Not Ariadne’s.
“You’re a terrible liar,” she told herself as she continued cleaning her face, frowning.
A little while later, she had turned out the lights and settled into her large plush bed, her yellow eyes glancing out her window. She could see a strip of night sky just barely, and she focused on that as her eyelids became heavier and heavier.
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Some few minutes after she’d fallen asleep, she was woken up abruptly by feeling a presence plop onto her side and stomach, covering her legs as well. “Ari,” a voice whispered like smoke, wrapping around her and pulling her out of sleep. “Wake up, I’m lonely.”
Ariadne groaned and reached up to rub her eyes, shifting to lay on her back. The presence on top of her practically purred and laid its head on her soft stomach area. “Viktor?” she mumbled, blinking several times.
Those glowing purple eyes gazed up at her in an almost innocent manner, before flashing a set of pearly pointed teeth. “Mornin’, starshine,” he said.
She could see his tail lazily flicking back and forth beyond the purple horns on his head. Her hand went up to stroke through his dark tresses at the top of his head, being careful to not touch his horns. The action was instinctual at this point, since she’d done it so many nights before. “You couldn’t let me sleep a little longer?” she huffed quietly.
The demon pouted a little, “I was bored.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile on her lips, “You’re so troublesome, you know that?”
“Mm, I could be more troublesome if it’ll make you feel better,” he teased, lifting his head off her stomach and resting his cheek against one of his fists. He watched her expressions with those striking violet eyes of his.
“Don’t you dare,” she scolded lightly, a soft laugh escaping her.
He grinned again before speaking, “So, where’d you go tonight? I tried to follow but I lost the car you were in.”
His tail whipped through the air, smacking against the bed with a thump, indicating his frustration. Viktor had gotten… quite attached to her in the months after she’d finally caught him trying to torment her like a pest. He didn’t like not knowing where she was, or when she left her house.
Ariadne tugged on a strand of his hair lightly, making him pout again. “I went to a banquet in Nova’s place,” she explained. “I didn’t get home until a little while ago.”
He wrinkled his nose in distaste, folding his hands over her stomach and resting his chin on them. His eyes looked away. “No wonder you smell funny,” he grumbled, still clearly displeased.
“I smell fine,” she protested, “I was too tired to bathe tonight.”
“Why couldn’t Nova go? Or that little brat of yours,” he huffed.
“Because Nova can’t handle large crowds, and that little brat—“ she tugged on his hair again, “—would probably embarrass us.”
“You’re always doing something to help out your sisters,” he looked at her then, his expression rather serious. “When do you ever do anything for yourself?”
Ariadne hummed softly. Her eyes traced over the similar light patches on his own skin. He had been the only one she’d ever seen like herself before. Maybe that was part of the reason she put up with his presence. After all, not many people would welcome a demon to come back every night. “I don’t know,” she admitted after a few beats.
Viktor’s tail lashed again, angrier this time. “You’re going to burn out one of these days, you know? And who’s going to help you, then?”
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Instead, she sighed and looked away. “I’m fine…” she didn’t even sound convincing.
Her hand was still playing with his hair, and his tail came up to wrap around her wrist, pulling her hand away. He pinned it to the bed as he suddenly lifted himself up onto his hands, hovering over her now, his face just above hers. “You’re not fine,” he murmured. “I can see it in your face. You’re tired and wearing thin.”
She clenched her jaw for a moment, before relaxing and meeting his eyes once more. “I’ll… try to not be…” she trailed off again, struggling to find a suitable word.
“A pushover? A doormat?”
Her eyes narrowed before she rolled them, “Compliant.”
Viktor hummed thoughtfully in response, settling his taller frame on top of hers. His clawed hand came up to brush through her hair as he looked down at her, only inches away from her. “I can find other ways for you to fill that… need to ‘comply’, as you put it,” he teased, his other hand stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Ariadne laughed softly, her face heating up with his implication, “You’re too much sometimes.”
He placed a soft kiss on her chin, trailing them along her jawline. She let out a relaxed sigh this time, a soft hum of her own emitting from her lips. “On the contrary,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, taking in her sweet scent of jasmine and shea butter. “I like to think I’m just what you need, my little lamb.”
“Little lamb?”
“Mm. Because you can’t stop sacrificing yourself for those ungrateful sisters of yours.”
“… and here I thought you were just being cute.”
Another wicked grin from him as he lifted his head and nuzzled his nose against hers. “I’m also being that,” he added.
His tail had let her wrist go finally, and Ariadne drew her arms up, wrapping them around his neck. She pulled him closer in an embrace, hiding her face against his shoulder. “I promise I’ll try harder to be less of a pushover,” she whispered, her tone almost vulnerable.
“Sweet lamb,” he crooned softly, and suddenly he had her pulled against his side, laying on his back with her nestled into him. “I’ll take care of you since you can’t be bothered to do it yourself.”
“How do you make that sound so sweet and infuriating at the same time?” she huffed as she snuggled up to him more, almost clinging onto him at this point.
“It’s just one of my charms, darling,” he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Sleep now.”
“Mm,” she hummed, resting her head on his warm chest and letting herself be lulled to sleep by the soft touches of his hand stroking through her hair.
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actuallycassidyiambusy · 4 months ago
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I speak for many others when I say you need to stop with the Buggy and Luffy ship art. your talented and your wasting it on problematic shit. cannibalism and demons? Get help 🖕🏻
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sapphire-heart-tippy · 2 months ago
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💙💜Happy Anniversary, my beloved husband💜💙
(I use ze/zem/zeir and fae/faer! He/him is okay too)
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sparkles-and-trash · 15 days ago
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Domestic fluff, getting together, hurt/comfort, fluff and smut, may none of you ever leave me 🙏🏼
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jasperstanaccount · 10 months ago
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I don’t really understand people calling purelily one-sided as if it’s a hard fact instead of a headcanon. i mean for one, white lily JUST woke up and then immediately got involved in a battle so there was no time for her to reciprocate feelings. whereas we’ve had years of pure vanilla being playable so we’ve gotten his perspective and thoughts on stuff numerous times. and for another, she’s just a shyer character than pv is, so it makes sense she wouldn’t be as outward with her affection
this is just my take on it though, if you think it’s platonic on white lily’s part, that’s totally fine. it just bums me out to see some people on tiktok and twitter treating the one-sided interpretation as irrefutable canon and being mean to purelily shippers about it
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nanamis-bigtie · 30 days ago
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This account blocks ageless followers & minors who follow or like/reblog nsfw fics ❤
This is a little extra reminder before I proceed with the heavier part of kinktober. I'm an adult who creates and enjoys mature content and erotica, including and not limited to: kink, fetishes and dark content (noncon/dubcon and monsterfucking for this kinktober but the list is longer).
If you're a minor and insist on reading my nsfw texts, I won't stop you (and frankly I don't care lol you do you), but please, don't show yourself to me, don't like, don't reblog. I will block without any further warning, if you walk into my lane, banging pots.
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