#verse: DL

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continues from [x] with @yuriko-tsukino-rp

“Oh, you were not rude, Yuriko-chan. It was not your fault at all…” – ( "It is not your fault that I am "what" I am and that I am not related by blood to Karlheinz-sama.") Nunnally could not blame her friend for being…curious? How could she know that was something Nunnally was never comfortable talking about – “You are all good, Yuriko-chan. There is no need to feel bad about that. Everyone…everyone knows I am not a vampire. It’s not a secret that…” – it was not a secret; everyone knew it so why it was still something so hard to talk about? Perhaps she should be proud about it? And Nunnally was in a way, but there was still that pain deep inside that her biological parents didn't want her – “It’s not a secret that my father adopted me when I was a little girl. He found me and rescued me. He made me his.” – she was saying everything in a gentle voice; she did not want to make Yuriko feel bad. Nunnally truly thought she overreacted back then, although, indeed, it would have been better if Yuriko had never asked.

The last sentence, however, was said in a different voice. It was firmer, perhaps louder, as if Nunnally wanted to make it clear. To make it a statement. Yes, she was not Karlheinz-sama biological child, but she was the one he had chosen to be his. His daughter. And although, Nunnally would prefer things to be otherwise, she also found proud (and strength) that he had chosen her. He wanted her. He never neglected her. As he did with his sons.

“Please, Yuriko-chan, please stop apologizing…it’s okay…we can talk about it…one day…Back then your question came as a surprise. But now we should focus on all you and the special day.” – Nunnally smiled to Yuriko trying to convince her friend that everything was in order. Although Yuriko’s last words made Nunnally uncertain again and her bright smile dropped. The blond girl stuttered: --

“W-what do you mean by that?” – that she did not care that where Nunnally came from? Did it mean that she did not think Nunnally is who she is? Karlheinz-sama’s daughter? – “What do you mean by this…Yuriko-chan…? 

[lured-into-wonderland]

“Oh,  you can definitely say that! I mean that the dress was prepared by someone that knows you…and loves you… It perfectly matches your eyes, your personality, your kindness…” – Nunnally stopped; she was not sure if talking such things was a proper thing to do. She was experienced in etiquette, royal etiquette, but human social norms were still a mystery for her. Well, she knew there was a kitsune and a half-blood vampire in front of her, but still it seemed to be a human wedding in a human realm and nothing that would meet Makai standards.

“Please do not mention it…I really wanted to give you something…it’s nothing big, but I hope it will remind you of this very special day.” – then Nunnally giggled; slightly and softly: --

“Tell me Yuriko-chan, do you think it would be acceptable if we had one dance together?” – not something appropriate for Makai, but Yuriko can always say no.

A wide smile spread on Yuriko's face as she saw Nunnally arrive. It had been a bit unclear if her friend would truly be allowed to come but now, it seemed that Karlheinz hadn't had anything against that after all.

"Nunnally-chan, you're here! That's so nice!" Hearing Nunnally's sincere wish for the couple's happiness and love. Destined to be married? Hmm? Yuriko beamed. Perhaps Nunnally was right. After everything that had happened, Yuriko couldn't help but think that maybe fate had played a part in their story.

Hugging Nunnally back, Yuriko giggled. "Thank you, Nunnally-chan. My brother's wife helped me with my hair and make-up... and made the dress. I do love it." Yuriko released her hold of Nunnally as the girl pulled away. "Oh my... you didn't need to bring anything but I do appreciate this."

Taking the package, Yuriko nodded a couple of times. "Thank you so much! We'll open this later but I'm happy to receive something from you~ And I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us tonight. It's so lovely that you are here now~"

@lured-into-wonderland (( I didn't write Ruki's response to this since his admin and I are holding this event together. So, Ruki's admin writes for him when he is tagged and I write only for Yuriko in the wedding interactions when she is tagged.

[ultrabrite-dl]

And this is why Hobie was banned from babysitting

Based on this vine:

[3584-tropical-fish]

Last day! Thank you for running this @podcastgirlsweek !! It was very fun :)

Free space!

Just a doodle page of some of my faves that I spent far too much time on for a doodle page, but I like it

[lured-into-wonderland]

“Of course, they did not!” – Nunnally said straight and honest – “You know we hardly talk and I hardly tolerate them.” – ("oh, we she should said that during his birthday; but Ruki was not polite either!") – “But do you think the lack of invitation would stop me to come and greet you for your birthday? Especially that you do not celebrate it!? You still understand so little about me...”

No, Nunnally did not want to act that way, but his impolite, perhaps even rude, words, his behaviour, triggered the girl’s reaction.

“I am the royal princess and I need to invitation to be here!” – she said more harshly than she intended, than she wanted to. Nunnally waved her hand as if to brush off her previous words.

“Happy Birthday Ruki! Let’s simply try to celebrate this day.” – she said handing him a small gift.

"So, this is how my brothers have been whiling away the time. The garish decorations, one too many balloons, enough sweets to rot my teeth... Good grief. Those three, of all people, should know I have no use nor interest in celebrating my birthday. I never asked for this. I never asked for a grand commemoration, and yet I'm appalled."

Lavish garlands and a multitude of birthday balloons adorned in monochrome stretched as far as the eye could see across the Mukami family's estate, from the balcony all the way to the veranda. With slow, almost reluctant footsteps, Ruki hesitated to attend the gathering in his name. That is, until he noticed a familiar figure in the corner of his steel-blue hues.

"Don't tell me they invited you as well."

[writingkitten]

A taste of dark Ock

Warnings: allusions to rape, dirty talk

“No, no, see I think, if I let you go, you’re gonna scurry off to the nearest police officer. And who are they gonna tell?”

You were barely getting enough air to fill your lungs, so tight the actuators were around you. There would certainly be bruises left from their unrelenting grip. Tears ran down your cheeks from the pain, and from fear.

“Sp- Sp- Spider-“

“Man,” Doc finished for you, “that’s right… and I really don’t need that, sweetheart.”

You were suddenly dropped, falling to the wooden floorboards. There was no time to get up, to run, for as soon as you were on the ground, the “hand” of the actuator pinned you down, your arms stuck at your sides.

“Do you know what I do need?” he asked, towering over you.

You shook your head, terror etched onto your face. Then, two more actuators grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs apart. The cold air hitting your inner thighs made you feel sick, getting a slight sense of his intentions.

“I need a tight cunt to use.”

[inseparableduo]

I really need to add my witch verse bc,,,,, I just miss the fact they used to have animal features as they were animal witches

[ankicarrington]

Little Maxie - Chapter 76 up

Max Verstappen was a little. Of course, his dad never really accepted that his son was one, thinking them too weak and shameful to be driving in the F1. Forcing Max to hide his status, things were kind off okay. Maxie rarely slipped up, and to be honest, he didn't mind if anyone found out if he was little. It was only that his dad got mad when that happened. And of course, it had to happen.

Now everyone knew he was a little, and they knew his lack of care and headspace. Luckily, there are more then enough caregivers willing to make up for that lack of care, and make sure that Jos has no acces to him anymore.

Join Max on his journey to learn that it's okay to be little, and that it's more than okay to accept care and love from the people around you without strings attached.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Nunnally clapped her hands again: --

“I am sure your art will inspire all persons seeing it. I am so excited!” – Nunnally was so happy that she was hardly noticing these small signs that there was something different about Cassie – "No grand opening! I am sure there will be something and we can definitely make it grand! I am experienced in making events simply great...” - she was a princess, a daughter of the Vampire King. She knew how to celebrate, how to organize balls and parties.

But even though Nunnally was overwhelmed with joy about her friend’s success, she did notice that her question, a question that she considered rather neutral, made her friend puzzled…? Concerned? Sad? She sat there on the bench quietly observing Cassie for a few longer moments, not to disturb her as she saw the other girl being deep in her thoughts.

When Cassandra started to talk Nunnally noticed that her voice was different than usual…less cheerful…but also…bitter? She could not quite grasp what was going on. But Nunnally sighed in relief when she heard her words. They were less unexpected, less troubling than Nunnally feared. It was not the first time others were not feeling comfortable around her brothers. Nunnally was used to that. They were Vampires and they acted like Vampires did. She was not the one. She did not understand their need, their lust for blood, but she also did not condemn them. She could not. She loved Reiji. Her love was pure ad honest as if they were truly bonded by blood. She felt close to Shuu, although he probably did not appreciate that. But the others…truth to be told Nunnally could share Cassie’s feeling towards her other brothers. Nunnally neither knew them or feel comfortable around them. So, she could fully understand Cassie. Even with regard to Reiji.

The only thing Nunnally wondered was how Cassie’s path crossed the one of her brothers. Or Reiji? It was not clear exactly what her friend meant, but Nunnally was not the one to inquire. Was it something she saw? Was it something she feel? Nunnally doubted that her brothers had drunk Cassies' blood as then she would expect a bit different reaction from her friend. Whatever that was, it did not seem that Cassie was scared of her or did not want to hang out with Nunnally. The rest did not matter. At least for now.

“That’s okay Cassie.” – Nunnally reassured her friend with a big smile – “I will come alone. Don’t force yourself to invite anyone only to be nice to me. I do not mind. It’s not worth you feeling uncomfortable.”

Nunnally sighed.

“I will tell you a secret, Cassie. I also feel...I sometimes also feel…weird…or a bit intimidated in their company. No, I do not mean Reiji of course, but the rest of them. It’s more complicated. I am the youngest…and sort of our father’s favourite…” – that was not exactly the truth, but Nunnally could not explain it otherwise to Cassie – “…so yes, I was growing up a bit separated after reaching a certain age. So, no I do not mind at all you’re inviting just me. Reiji is of course different. He’s my beloved brother and he always cared about me and he does now, but I get it that…that he’s difficult, so…that’s okay! I will come alone.”

@bluebird-dolly-bride

"Oh, hehe..." a nervous laugh followed the shared enthusiasm of her friend "I do not have those details yet, but I can tell you what I know: tomorrow I have an appointment with the owner of the gallery, I have to show him my trajectory and we both will make the selection of the paintings for the exhibition and talk about those details, but he commented me that it could probably be in two weeks!" she paused for a moment, hearing Nunnally's offering "Oh, and, I am not sure if it will be a grand opening, but if I would ever need help with it now I know I can count on you" she felt happiness because of her friend's reaction. Kindness and support around what gave her illusions made her happy.

Contradictory at the normal behavior, Cassandra wasn't looking with this overture anything related with fame but to fulfill and old desire she had to share her passion, her feelings, her inner world in the enigma behind the strokes, secretly wanting to enjoy people finding the meaning behind any piece. Those paintings were somehow a fictional view over her life, in which characters aimed certain heroes and villains of her story, that one she barely could express properly in words. All those hidden feelings that she never found the way to tell to anyone, but somehow they managed to get into the surface and colored.

That's why, when Nunnally asked her if she could bring him as company she doubted, and this time, she couldn't even hide it, she held a deep silence for minutes, considering it. There was, of course, bunch of paintings related to him, to the battle between their egos, pride and prejudice facing each other, fake love or perhaps just chained love. She doubted to show herself so evident in front of someone who had years, even centuries to study her art. Was she enough courageous to show herself and close, from once and forever, feelings from which she ran away? Or she will be a childish liar? Decisions, decisions. She had to take hers. Nunnally won't wait forever. She needed time to think about it, alone. So she decided, to tell and to hide until the right time came.

"I have seen him, of course" her words, even if she tried them cordially, has a light bitter taste "I fear I know the worst of his sides... I am sorry, I think it is something I should have told you when you mentioned his name the last time we hanged out but I was unsure. I have met more people with that name. I..." she paused her speech, picking the right words on her head "...I do not feel so comfortable around your brothers, even so, I would like to take my time to consider them to go, for you. They mean a lot to you, right? I can do this for you. Besides, I think I can allow them to go if they really want, but still, I have to think about it... I am sorry".

@lured-into-wonderland

[clemencetaught]

long hair!patrick?..... ✨long hair!patrick✨

[bosstoaster]

OKAY I talk too much for the post comment character limit so bringing it back to your inbox: GOSH see so since you mentioned this, it is something SO INTERESTING TO ME that I think about every time I am thinking of this fic (so hearing you say that is lighting up every neuron in my brain atm. I could literally discuss this fic for years, I have so many questions and SO MUCH INTEREST) but re: the Ryou genuinely not caring thing. Is his not caring about it a lack of self-worth or at least what he thinks of as a lack of entitlement? Is he able to comfort/distance himself from it a bit bc tho he remembers it at his own experience, he knows rationally that it wasn't he - Ryou - who had made that choice because he literally didn't exist yet? It was Shiro, and he just got implanted with the experiences of another man? Or does it actually make it even harder on him, because he doesn't feel entitled to struggle with these awful memories because they aren't really "his"? Or is it a combination of both? One of the things that I find so fascinating about any Shiro and Kuro story that is and could have been is this struggle. Part of me feels like it would be so easy for them to hate each other, with so much Shiro self-loathing to go around, but equally easy to sympathize with each other because of how empathetic and generally nice guy he and they are. My Shiro stan heart forever ruminating on this. You have another fic that sticks with me a lot, where the Ryou verse boys meet the canon boys post S6, and they get so angry at everyone for letting Kuro die to save Shiro like he didn't matter, and I can't remember the exact quote, but someone questioning whether Kuro still is alive in Shiro or if Shiro just has his memories, and Shiro (exhausted and untethered and raw and recently back from an eternity alone, practical to a fault canon!Shiro) being like "Is there a difference?" and no one could say anything.

Ahem, sorry for rambling, your Shiro fic is forever among some of my favorite stuff in the fandom, I could fawn over it and discuss it for days.

Okay, so first of all: thank you SO MUCH for a chance to talk about my favorite thing to explain, which is Ryou Shirogane, my boy, my scrungly creature, my actual son.

Okay, so, Ryou's lack of caring on the subject of what Shiro did in the arena. Under the cut b/c this is long

So, Ryou remembers all of it perfectly. Better than perfectly, even. The memories were implanted into his brain through the nervous system connection in his arm. They're permanently etched.

But Ryou has a few advantages here. First and foremost is that Ryou did a lot of work in his own head to separate him from Shiro. A big part of that was the acceptance that the Black Lion was never going to accept him. He was never and would never be the team's leader - or, at that point, he didn't even think he could be a paladin.

That was a blow, because being Black Paladin was what Shiro used to separate himself from what he'd done in the arena. He's a good guy, he fights the very obviously evil bad guys who do evil bad guy things, the lion of being Responsible and Leaderly thinks he's worthy.

Ryou is not.

So at that point, Ryou said 'fuck it, if I'm not the leader, if I'm not a paladin, why hold myself to these ridiculous standards of perfection that Shiro expects of himself?' And he cut it out. He essentially literally took a hack job to his own personality. Fuck it. If he can't be a leader, he won't act leaderly. He won't care about the big picture, only about his people. The universe is full of terrible shit and pain and disappointments, but he has a family and he's going to protect them.

THAT is the start of the Yellow Paladin personality, actually: These are my people they are mine and no one can hurt them, because that's all I have in the universe. No role, no greater purpose, because I wholeheartedly reject the thing I was literally made to do.

From there, Ryou and Shiro did not expect to like each other. And honestly, my goal wasn't even to make them! Just to get Shiro comfortable enough with Ryou's existence to keep them from being at each other's throats. Because it IS easy for Shiro to hate Ryou. He's a physical manifestation of how he was abused by the Galra, and he represents everything Shiro tries to hide about himself: the damage, the parts that aren't nice, aren't leaderly, aren't buttoned up and perfect.

Except Ryou refused to feel the same way. He looked at Shiro and went 'literally no one understands you like I do, and I don't give a shit about your posturing. You're suffering. I remember how you're suffering. You need help. I am going to help you.'

And thus, Shiro became one of Ryou's People. It's only later that Shiro met him at that same place.

But that's why Ryou doesn't care. Because it's sad that the kid died, but it's not actually Shiro's fault. He knows how Shiro feels, he knows why Shiro feels that way, but he can also see him from the outside. And Ryou doesn't care because Shiro is more important. That kid would have died no matter what. Shiro was being abused and starved. He survived. Nothing else matters to Ryou. Shiro could slaughter whoever he wanted if it meant he came home.

Ryou loves Shiro.

Ryou protects Shiro.

That's all that matters to him, at the end of the day.

[lured-into-wonderland]

“Oh, you were to the ball in Makai! How exciting!” – Nunnally exclaimed – “How did you like it? These balls are really gorgeous… I wish I can attend more often, but Father does not find it necessary. He still thinks I am too young to attend each and every of them. So…” – well, Nunnally expected her words might not sound too nice, so she hesitated before finishing – “…I usually attend these that are not open to the outsiders…”

“I am sorry if that sounds inconsiderate…but...but I am sure one day we'll meet there...in Makai or during the ball...I would like to show you so many things there...the royal gardens are breathtaking!”

“Oh, please do not mention it…I understand… There are things we cannot or we do not feel like talking about. Being friends also means we understand that other person might have their secrets. Their rights for privacy. So, that’s…that’s okay. And I am glad that now everything is just fine. With you, Ruki, your brother, his wife…” – Nunnally smiled. She really meant it. She didn't have the need to know everything about Yuriko. Perhaps one day Yuriko would open for her, feel like telling her things about her past. That was nothing that should be pried upon. Like when she did tell her about her father. And her running away from home. Nunnally simply accepted certain things should have remained hidden because they brought pain.

“Oh, no! That’s all right that you did not tell me. I also did not tell you that Karlheinz-sama was my father. There is time for certain things to reveal themselves and there is no need to rush them. I would say it is actually wrong to rush them.” – Nunnally gave Yuriko a warm sincere smile – “This secret was to get revealed because of your wedding.” – she hugged Yuriko to reassure her friend – “Knowing would not change anything…we are friends...”

And then there came the question! That question! The only question that Nunnally would not welcome. The only that would truly hurt her. And there was Yuriko asking it. Nunnally stiffened. She did not want to but unintentionally let Yuriko go. She moved away. The answer to this question implied other questions that she hated to hear. The blond girl bit her lower lip. Before answering.

“No, I am not a Vampire.” – there was no need not to be honest about it. Being a kitsune, she could probably feel it. Well, at least if it was correct what Nunnally remembered about kitsunes.

“But I will not dwell on it.”

"I need to go." It was so nice to see you again! - she suddenly added. She did not have to, but she wanted. She wanted to be alone. To deal with herself alone.

@yuriko-tsukino-rp

"Mhm~" Yuriko nodded. "Not that often though. But Ruki took me to a ball there and we also visited the library in Eden another time."

While Yuriko had felt rather overwhelmed during the visits, for Nunnally, everything in the Makai must be commonplace. "A different world? Well... yes, it really feels like that." Though Yuriko was sure that Nunnally meant 'different world' in a different manner than she did.

Nunnally's question about the kimono made Yuriko blink, but of course, they had never talked about such things.

"Oh... I have a less traditional dress too. But I think since we hold the ceremony in a shrine the kimono fits better there. And it's also important for the family elders..." Yuriko simply couldn't imagine wearing anything else for the ceremony but she hadn't explained her family situation to Nunnally, so probably that was a bit difficult to understand now.

"Yeah... Well... He is the only one. He was... umh... he had... tough circumstances in the Makai, so..." First with the kitsune living there and then with Nunnally's very father. Yet Yuriko decided to leave the details out. "But now he is living in the Human World, so everything is well."

Shifting in place, Yuriko gave apologizing glance to Nunnally. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Nunnally-chan. It's kind of... not easy to say such things. But yes, it's true. I'm a kitsune. So that's why we use both traditions for the wedding."

Yuriko stared at her fingers for a moment but then lifted her gaze. "I really am sorry. I should have said something. But... umh... now that you know... Can you tell me...? I mean... Are you a vampire? Somehow there is something different in you... so... I'm unsure..."

Was that an inappropriate question? Yuriko wasn't quite sure but at the same time, she truly wished to know. There had been so many secrets between the girls but maybe it was time to reveal some truths too.

@lured-into-wonderland

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @gasotea

“Oh, did I?” – her anger disappeared upon his kind words; Nunnally could never be angry for too long if there were no circumstances justifying it. Being compared to a nymph was such a nice compliment. She did not believe she was as beautiful and as graceful as they were, but it was still nice.

“Thank you…” – she laughed – “It’s one of the nicest thing I have ever heard. To be called a nymph. But I am not the one as you already…guessed…” – his next words poured sadness into her heart and into her voice. She was a stranger, a guest here, in this world, and if he was a guard, a protector of these lands, she might not be allowed back. Now when she just found a place to relax, to gain peace of mind…well, it was not a a thought she liked.

“I…I am just a visitor.” – she replied dodging his question; she could not tell him what she was. Nunnally simply did not know – “But I am not doing anything bad, I promise.” – she was quick to assure. Nunnally sighed – “But this is not what you were asking for.”

“I do not know if that’s a better explanation, but I just can cross between my world and this world. This world is so peaceful…so beautiful…I come here…to rest…please do not make me leave…I am not hurting anyone. Just coming here for a few moments and leave…” – she was at the verge of tears…

“When I first got here, I thought it was a dream…and then I learnt…I learnt that it was not…and that I can…I can cross. Please…” – now she was almost begging – “Please let me come sometimes.”

[minijeong]

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[plaguefated]

Asthora is a very active practitioner of blood magic. She doesn’t care who knows, nor does she care who sees. And despite the rather large amount of blood she spills in general, she prefers to use her own for rituals.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Was he confessing to her? What did Ruki exactly mean by that? That she was someone special for him? Like in a romantic way. He shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. No, that was just a fight over chess. The one they would usually have. But her lips were dry and she could not simply brush these thoughts off. Ruki’s words and his behaviour did take her breath away and make her pulse quicken. But she could not surrender to him.

“You mean to make that person accept your point of view?” – yes, probably that was what he was saying, but wasn’t that love? Or at least some form of love? Striking his king made her feel better for a short while until he snatched her wrist and pulled her along…hugging her? That was going into an odd direction. Nunnally did not understand. His words did not match his actions and his actions did not match his words. Or perhaps they did. Perhaps that was how Vampires love…How Ruki love?

“Ruki,…” – it was a soft whisper

“Ruki, what is the meaning of this…” – a bit harsher tone but still showing confusion; she was expected a bite. In fact she was waiting for it. Such a small pain to end her internal fight, bringing back the things where they should be. And they simply be sitting again on the opposite sides of the chess board.

“Ruki!” – an exclamation followed when instead of feeling his fangs piercing her delicate flesh she found herself on the bed with the Vampire towering her; it was what made Nunnally feel scared and excited at the same time. No! She was not afraid he’d do nothing against her will. She was here upon Karlheinz-sama’s wishes and Nunnally truly believed Ruki would not hurt her.

“Prey…!” – she exclaimed gaining her confidence again – “I see no prey of yours here. You have mistaken me for someone…or trying me to push me into role I do not fit...”

She licked her dry lips.  

“Ruki, do you truly want to kiss me?”

@ruki--mukami

"Oh, don't be so prudish. Every esteemed author has used some unexpected euphemism for the deed at some point in their career. Causing an uproar is hardly fitting," the Vampire chastised coldly with a sigh. "I'll at least admit to you that I'm not one to discuss these matters so openly with just anyone. The fools who cannot read between the lines can continue to misunderstand, but when I set my sights on someone I desire more than anyone else, I will use any means necessary to help her arrive at the same conclusion as me."

Nearing her quivering form, Ruki observed for a while longer as if expecting the girl to throw a tantrum and perform the usual spoiled princess act he always expected. However, Nunnally refrained from acting just as exaggerated as he had originally anticipated, earning a a suspicious cock of his brow before the black king of the chessboard fell onto its side. Without warning, he snatched the queen from her fingers and pulled her along by the wrist, snaking an arm around her waist, clearly intending to tease and fluster the young woman more.

"We'll see about that, Nunnally. You say you cannot be conquered now, but you shall learn in due course that I'm far from limited to only educating and taming those who defy my orders."

Sharp fangs flashing under the dim lights of the room, he quickly closed in on her throat, feigning an incoming bite. That is, until Ruki lunged further and toppled Nunnally onto the bed, looming over her the way his intimidating gaze fanned her figure from head to toe.

"A ravenous Vampire like myself also breaks his prey in. I can assure you it is more than my fangs that can take your breath away. Care to guess what that might be, or are you too prudish for that as well?"