#white hair eyepatch pretty boy????

[jisuto]

[heartkaji]

WINBRE BOYS + THIRSTY TWEETS !

inc : sakura haruka, suo hayato , ren kaji, togame jo contains explicit language + celeb au

SAKURA HARUKA !

“ume’s left ballsack says : do you think sakura’s pubes are white or black or are they divided into both like his hair ?”

kill sakura now.

he’s a red cheeked mess of sweat & nervous system shivers. he’s practically hyperventilating as you laugh beside him, melting into a puddle of molten blush cheeks & ultraviolet bone. he shakes at a frequency not unlike ultrasound.

“oh my fucking god sakura—well ? what do you have to say to the fans ?”

you elbow the quivering boy. if you were any less of the devil you are you’d forcefully refuse the question or at least answer it in his place—you did know the truth firsthand after all. but you’re the serpent in the garden & seeing sakura squirm is like an apple down your throat. sakura is still blinking eyes & flushing nose & palms bleeding sweat bullets so you’ve had to grab the phone from his hands in fear it might fall from the way they quake & quiver.

“ what the fuck kind of question is this ? where are your parents ? guardians—?”

“baby, that question could apply to you too.”

“shut up !”

SUO HAYATO !

“slut4suo69 says : i need to know what’s under suo’s eyepatch. is he blind ? does he have some cool sexy scar ? does he have no eye at all ? not that i care. i’d fuck the shit out of his empty eye socket — three holes are better than two !”

“oh.”

you burst out laughing. this is the first time you’ve seen dagger mouthed suo hayato speechless. his mouth is hung agape as he seizes the phone from your hands & reads the tweet over & over again as if it’ll cause the digital ink to melt off & fly away. each time he reads his mouth gets drier & you swear you can see blisters bruling on his tongue.

“this is the most vulgar thing i’ve ever seen.”

“so true ! now answer it.”

you tuck your hair & dip your head over suo’s shoulders to get one last look at the tweet before facing the camera.

“though i can’t match your freak with the whole eye fucking thing, i too, slut4suo69, would absolutely love to know what’s under my boyfriend’s eyepatch.” you bat your lashes at the bedazzled brunette & loop an arm around his elbow. “the fans & i wanna know, suo. do tell.”

“i’m pretty sure i’ve told you this before, angel—“

“aht aht ! no thousand year old dragon bullshit, hayato. we promised to answer all the questions truthfully, remember ?”

suo heaves a sigh, breath heavy & chest tight as you rest your head on his arm. his thumb traces lazy swirls & zig zags over your knuckles.

“i see. if the fans wanna know, who am i to refuse, hm?”

REN KAJI !

“isagi solos your fave says : i need kaji to suck me the way he sucks his lollipops. hear me out y’all—his tongue swirling over your clit, teeth grazing your folds as he—“

“aight that’s enough,”

you giggle as kaji pulls out the phone between your palms. you reach over his lap for it, pathetic attempts to grab the device from his hands while kaji raises it higher & higher. his palm burns against your stomach to keep you away.

“i fucking hate the internet, bro. don’t y’all have hobbies ? friends ? occupations ?”

you’re giggling & snorting as kaji cusses out the camera. “and i swear, word to my mother that whoever wrote this is is like, twelve. what in the wattpad is this ?”

kaji pulls out the cherry red sucker resting in his cheek. “this shit don’t even taste sweet anymore, man.” he flings the candy angrily into a silver can sitting across the set.

you bury your head in the sleeve of his jacket, a red nosed, puffy faced mess of sweltering eyes & plum heavy cheeks. your snorts are muffled in the linen of his sleeves. “heaven knows i love my fans but fuck, i cannot wait for some of you to rot in hell.”

“god ren,” you clap your hands in between teary eyed giggles. “i’m trying to breathe baby please stop..!”

“fuck no. you horny bitches need to be euthanized. eradicated. like hello ? is this what our lord and savior jesus christ died for ? are these the kind of sins he repeatedly has to forgive ? he’s better than me for real cuz i can’t take this anymore.”

kaji walks off the set but you’re too busy wiping tears & sniffling nose to follow. “somebody ! tell him to come back..!”

TOGAME JO !

“kubzscouts is my wifey says : fellas is it gay to want togame jo to slide into you slowly, teasing your entrance with light strokes as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear like ‘you can take it baby, that’s a good girl’ as his big fat coochie crusher69 slips into—jo i don’t want to read this anymore.”

you look up at him with pretty peach painted lips bent into a pout. his palm stops teasing at your thigh momentarily before picking up again, “m’ not quite sure i want you to read it either, pretty.”

you report the account without even waiting for togame’s approval. he cracks a smile when he notices your cherry drenched cheeks & red dyed ears.

“someone seems jealous.”

“and i know that someone isn’t me jo, so which of your other a-b-c-d looking ass bitches are you talking about ?”

togame whistles playfully, palms trailing further up your thigh. his touch is a ghost burying your nerves in sap & soil. you pretend your skin doesn’t ache from the way he draws hearts on your knee.

“now, now. i think we both know i’m a loyal man, yeah ?”

“who’s we ? kubzscouts over here is describing bedroom you with awful precision.”

he lets out a boyish laugh. “she missed a few things, though. don’t i always kiss it first ?”

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[themotherofhorses]

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: ...aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.

warnings: explicit language. aemond's kinda horny but mainly a lovesick dude. steamy makeout session towards the end??

notes: welcome back to another short episode of "aemond targaryen being a total fucking simp for his handmaid bc vic is too damn obsessed with this pairing."

his handmaid's tales | main masterlist

Aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.

Through the doors comes your soft voice from the inside, feminine and melodious, absolutely beautiful to him. It’s muffled by the thick walls, but he can hear the verse you sing to yourself. I loved a maid as fair as summer, he chants along in his head, with sunlight in her hair...

He sneaks a peek inside the room. You sit on the settee, crossed at the knee like a highborn lady, with an eyepatch in one hand and a thread and needle in the other. Aemond recognizes that one eyepatch at first glance. The sight tugs at his heartstrings. It was a favorite of his, a rare gift from his father on his thirteenth nameday. Viserys had his name embroidered along the inside in pretty cursive.

Aemond One-Eye.

Viserys’s smile was as brilliant and big as the blue summer sea. My boy…three-and-ten. How you’ve grown so fast before my very eyes.  

But the eyepatch grew too small for him as the years passed, and he hid it away, never wishing to see it again. His father now was nothing more than a half-decaying corpse still sitting the throne in pure mulishness, who hadn’t muttered his second son’s name in two long years. He doesn’t know how you found it, nor does he feel any slight bit of bother.

“I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair,” you hum next, turning the eyepatch around to thread the loop. Your feet are bare, pretty hair tousled, and the servant’s robe does little to veil your blinding beauty. His gaze focuses on your face. Your lips look pink and plump- ripe for him to kiss and bite and swallow in all the endless kisses he yearns to give you, and your eyes twinkle as bright as the midday sunlight.

I love a maiden as beautiful as all the seasons.

“I love a maiden as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair-”

He strolls into his bedchamber, striking you off guard, your singing breaking off abruptly. “My prince!” you exclaim, bolting up to slip your feet back into your shoes. “Oh, my sincerest apologies, my prince. I was told you would be gone for the better part of the day.” Amid your babbling, you drop the needle and thread onto the floor, “is there anything you need from me?”

He wanted to laugh.

“I had no notion that you had such a…lovely voice,” Aemond instead tells you, lacing his hands together behind his back. The compliment widens your eyes, and he hears how your breath hitches in your throat. You resemble a fairytale maiden, doe-eyed and flustered at the sight of her wooer. “I’m very sorry, my prince….”

“Do you sing a lot?”

You bite your lip, and it causes his cock to stir within his pants. No, no, stop that at once, he wishes to say aloud. Only I should be allowed to bite your luscious lips like that. All mine. “My mother sang to me as a little girl,” you admit, braving a faint smile up at him. “Sometimes, when I’m missing her, I sing. Perhaps it sounds a bit silly…but it makes me feel as if she is in the room with me.”

Aemond hums, nodding his head. He then looks down at the eyepatch within your hands, raising an eyebrow. “Pray tell where you found my old eyepatch. I swore I hid it well all those years ago…” and he hopes you catch the thin amusement in his tone.

“Oh…” you fall silent, unsure what to say next. “I was tidying up your desk and bookcase, my prince…I opened a drawer, I believe it was the second to last one to the left of the desk, and I found it there….” you glance at the eyepatch, running a finger over the black cloth patch, “-I thought, perhaps, it would be a nice surprise if I extended the straps so that you could wear it once again. It is very pretty!”

You hold it out for him to take. “Would you like to try it on? Just for me to check if I need to loosen it up some more.”

Aemond stiffens. “Perhaps later,” he says, a bit sullenly. “I do not like to take off my patch when others are still around. I’ve found that my missing eye is quite the…dreadful sight to many.” He clenches his jaw so tight he wonders if his teeth might shatter. But you just shake your head.

“My prince, believe me when I say that no such thing would ever terrify me.” Aemond could hear his brother snigger in the back of his mind, and he shifted uneasily. “I’m your handmaid. Please trust every word I tell you.” He remembers the cool night under the stars when he claimed Vhagar for himself, gazing out into the darkened sand dunes where she slept. Your smile is the warmth he needed.

He tilts his head, searching for any sign of deceit amongst your features. Gods, but you’re too damn beautiful for your own good, he thinks as he sighs and slides the patch from off his face.

Do not dare mock me…flinch…or run away…

But you just stare up at him, studying the dark sapphire he’s stuffed inside his missing socket. The skin stretched around it is rather uneven and tender and pinkish, and his healed scar cuts through his eyebrow. “May I, my prince?” you ask. He nods, and you gently trace the scar with your fingertip, up and down. Your touch is soft, and delicate, sending a shiver up his spine.

“You did not deserve this, believe me when I say that,” you whisper, and he feels your hot breath, “—you were just a boy….”

Gods be good, no one has ever told Aemond those words before. He does not know what to say, remaining silent and still.

Then, without warning, you stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, your eyes shutting as your soft lips press against his skin.  

I love a maiden as beautiful as all the seasons.

“You are still handsome and strong and worthy, my prince,” you mumble, stroking his cheek, a smile flickering across your pink…plump…luscious lips and Aemond…

…Aemond pulls you flush against his chest, swathing an arm tight around your waist as the other tangles his fingers through your hair, his mouth slamming down on yours in a heavy and wet kiss that leaves your knees buckling beneath you. Kiss her. Take her. Make her yours. Your arms fly up to his neck as you sink into his grasp.

“She is yours. Your handmaid. Everything she does next is at your own will and mercy…but do treat her well, Aemond…it is through kindheartedness that you receive devotion.”

And he lays a kiss on your lips, and another, and another…and with them all, Aemond swears himself a man obsessed and blinded by love. He knows he will not survive this miserable, torturous life without you by his side. You, his precious handmaid- his maiden as beautiful as all the seasons.

By the time he lets you go, you’re breathless and dizzy and as giddy as a young girl. He gives you only a few more seconds before he kisses you again, flinging you onto his bed. “My prince…!” you cry out, bouncing as he begins to chuckle, swallowing the rest of your words in his mouth. “Oh, this is improper,” you gasp, toes curling as he pulls at your bottom lip, “it’s so….gods, it’s so wrong…I need to…I need…”

“Shhh,” he answers, kissing your nose and chin, and temple before your lips again. “You don’t leave this room unless I dismiss you, remember?”

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[flowerandblood]

The White Flame (Part 11)

[modern! rockstar • Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader]

[warnings: fluff, so none?]

[description: Aemond is the bassist of the band whose leader and vocalist is his brother. The whole band decides to use the marketing and design help of their guitarist’s friend. The story is an interweaving of domination, desire and slowly burning feeling.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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It's been weeks, since their band performed at Alys's club. To Aemond's despair, what she saw, set her back on track. She commented on all their photos on social media and shared them on her club's website.

On top of that, to his fury, Bunny complained to him, that she had started following her private account. She wrote cute comments under her pictures, but they both knew, she was just watching, what they were doing and they felt awkward about it.

During one rehearsal, they broached the topic with the band, wondering aloud what to do with it. Aegon stroked his chin, sighing heavily.

“She's quite a bitch, but we get a lot of money from performing at her club. It is one of the largest venues in the city and can accommodate a large audience.” He said hesitantly and they all nodded to him. Bunny lowered her head, and Aemond sighed at this. He put his arm around her and she snuggled into him helplessly.

He knew, how hard it was for her and how she felt threatened - even though he knew, he'd never been in love with Alys the way, he was with her. He even found himself thinking about having a family with her. That if they'd slip-up and Bunny got pregnant, he wouldn't have been angry. Maybe he'd even be happy.

He didn't know how to get out of this situation. He knew this woman was blowing his nose. As they were packing to leave after the last show and getting their things off stage, she approached him and said she would always be waiting for him.

He told her then, that she would never see him come back to her. Then he understood, that she was not reconciled to the fact, that he had dumped her - much less, that he now had someone.

When Bunny timidly hinted to him, that there would be an exhibition of her and her colleagues' works in one of the galleries, and the opening was in a few days, he muttered, that he didn't know, if there wouldn't be a rehearsal then. After that he thought, he should be there.

He decided not to tell her anything and surprise her. He found the address of the gallery on the Internet, got out of rehearsal early and drove there. Indeed, the lights in the gallery were on, there were a lot of people inside.

It reassured him, because he didn't want to draw attention to himself, and his eyepatch always aroused curiosity. He looked around the room and saw her standing in a pretty, pale dress with yellow flowers.

He felt instantly thirsty at the sight of her slender, long legs, her bare shoulders, which he now kissed so often in the mornings, when she stayed overnight at his rented apartment. He didn't even know, when he had let her so deeply into his life and heart.

He pursed his lips, as he saw a boy put his arm around her and whisper something in her ear, laughing. She laughed too, placing a hand on his shoulder, replying quickly. They broke apart but continued to talk intensely. Aemond felt an unpleasant knot in his heart at the sight.

The boy next to her seemed nice and neat, his dark, wavy hair slicked back. He thought, she was looking at him with a fondness and intensity, that frustrated him. He didn't dare approach her.

He saw her suddenly glance around the room and look toward the door, as if she was waiting for someone. When her gaze met his, her eyes lit up in a joyful frenzy, her cheeks flushed red.

She ran to him quickly, and he, touched by the sight, although frustrated, simply extended his hand to her. She snuggled into him, squeezing him tight. She looked at him happily.

"You have come! I thought, you weren't going to be there." She said with a slight regret, while shivering with excitement.

He took a stray strand from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He thought, he wanted to go to the toilet with her and fuck her. Hear her sweet moans, feel her body heat pressing against him so deliciously.

"I wanted to surprise you." He grunted, shoving his hand back into his pocket. Bunny snuggled up to him again, laying her head on his chest.

"I'm so happy." She said dreamily and he stroked her head. He looked up, his eyes met the boy who had talked to her earlier. His lips pressed into a thin line, as the boy raised his glass of champagne in a toast.

"Who is it?" He asked, before he could think. Bunny turned to where he was looking and jumped excitedly.

"Ah, he's my good friend from college. His works are here too! Do you want to see mine?" She asked.

He felt his throat tighten at her words, but nodded. He couldn't believe, how easily he got jealous of her. He knew, that with her character, she could win over any man. When she took his hand, he intertwined their fingers. He needed her tenderness and closeness.

They watched with interest the posters of her and other artists. Most of them had a social theme, touching on various issues. Bunny explained to him, what the various symbols and representations meant, and he listened attentively, curious. The boy she had been talking to earlier, suddenly approached them together with a group of his friends.

“Me, Martha, Monica and Greg are going out to eat to celebrate. Will you and your friend join us?" He asked lightly, Aemond pursed his lips at his words. Bunny blinked at the proposal, not knowing what to do.

"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to introduce my boyfriend to you. This is Aemond, he plays in a rock band for which I design graphics and visual identities.” She said proudly, squeezing his hand, smiling warmly. The boy nodded appreciatively.

"Actually, I could have guessed from the look." He said lightly, Monica laughed in the background at his remark and agreed with him. Bunny frowned, Aemond's face hardened. He thought, he couldn't punch her classmate at her exhibition, but he wanted to.

"It wasn't very nice." Bunny said in a warning, to indicate, that she obviously didn't like what she heard. Her friend shrugged.

“Come on, leather jacket, tattoos, long hair. Typical rock star! And that pirate patch, nice, although you can ruin the eye you're covering that way." He said, as he took a sip of his champagne.

“There is no longer an eye under it to destroy. But thank you for your concern." Aemond replied coldly, and they froze suddenly. There was an awkward silence.

"Oh shit dude, I'm sorry! Really, I was just kidding, I thought it was just your style." He said, there was real embarrassment and fear on his face at what he said.

"I'm really, really, really sorry." He said, now looking at Bunny, who had pursed her lips.

"I won't stop you. I'll pick you up after dinner if you want." Aemond said, kissing her hair.

"See you." He muttered to her friends as he passed them, and they watched him with terrified eyes.

He heard quick footsteps behind him and saw Bunny running after him. He felt relief and satisfaction at the sight, but he didn't have the strength to speak to her.

He thought ruefully, looking at these people, that he did not fit into her world and her friends. He wasn't polite and composed like her, with studies and plans for the future. He thought, that maybe he was wasting her time.

"I'm sorry about him, he's mean and talks nonsense, but he's a really good boy. Come with us, let's eat something, they also ask for it very much." She spoke quickly and pleadingly, but he shook his head.

"I don't feel like it. Don't worry, I'll come pick you up as soon as you let me know." He said, opening the car door, but after a while a boy ran out, the one, that made a remark about his eye. He stood beside Bunny, hands on his hips, panting, as if he was running fast towards them.

"Aemond, right? Dude, I'm really sorry. Jesus, what a shame. Sometimes when I meet someone, I want to be funny and that's how it turns out. All of us really would like to know you better. Give me one more chance." He said quickly, looking at him intensely. Bunny pursed her lips pleadingly. He sighed heavily. He thought, he would do it for her.

"Fine."

***

The six of them were sitting in one of the pubs nearby, drinking beer. The boy who was apologizing to him was named Bruno, and he was really trying to make up for the first bad impression.

It was a bit awkward at first, so they talked about the exhibition itself and the affairs of their college. Then one of the girls timidly asked him, what their rehearsals were like and whether they practiced often.

"Four times a week." He answered briefly. Once the topic was out, more questions poured in, this time from Bruno.

"You manage to make good money from this? Do you play in many clubs?” He asked intrigued.

Aemond took a sip of his beer and set it down on the table.

“It was hard at first. We played more for ourselves, we shared some things on the internet. My brother sent our recordings to various people and the first proposals began. We play almost every weekend now. So far, we're making a living out of it." He said calmly.

Bunny's friend Monica rolled over on the spot.

"Do you want to play guitar for the rest of your life?" She asked, obviously unsure, if she should ask the question.

Aemond looked at Bunny, who was watching him intensely. He swallowed loudly, feeling, that everyone was looking at him silently, curious.

"I don't know. I've been thinking about going back to college." He said, toying with his bottle in his hand. Bunny shot him a surprised look, that didn't escape his notice.

"That's interesting. What studies are you thinking of?" Asked Greg, who hadn't said a word so far. Aemond pursed his lips.

“Not very profitable. History." He said, taking a deep gulp of his beer. The people at the table exchanged surprised glances. Bruno stared at him in disbelief.

"History? Wow! I wouldn't associate it with you. Is it your passion?” He asked.

It seemed to him, looking at these people, that they were really interested in what he was saying. He felt awkward at the thought of telling stories, he hadn't even told his own siblings. Bunny had heard about it for the first time too.

"Well, I've always been interested in that. The band was my brother's dream, not mine. I don't really know, what I would like to do in the future." He said calmly.

He shivered, as he felt Bunny's hand on his knee, massaging it lightly. He felt hot in his heart and in his pants at the same time. Martha nodded.

“I don't know, what I want to do after art history either. But really, it depends on me and I think, that you can't give up your passions for fear, that you won't know, what will happen next. Life works itself out sometimes.” She said with a shrug.

Others agreed with her, starting to talk about why they decided to study arts. Aemond felt himself slowly begin to relax. He thought, that these people weren't as bad and distant from him as he thought. When Bunny put her head on his shoulder, he kissed her hair involuntarily.

"I didn't know you wanted to study." She whispered softly, looking at him with a warmth, that always softened his heart. He thought, that even with the pleasant atmosphere, he would have to take her away soon, because she couldn't handle the pressure in his pants.

"I didn't know it either, until I said it out loud. Until I met you."

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Thank you for your patience for waiting so long for the new chapter. I had to think about which way I wanted the whole story to go, which would be unforced and consistent with the whole. I plan to write 2 more chapters and end the series with that. 💖

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[stemwriter]

Pursuit of Knowledge - Chapter 1

Finally, the first chapter! Criticism is absolutely welcome here, and I hope you enjoy!

This has a gender neutral reader, and is just the regular sentience au; no cult/creator/imposter stuff. Only main difference, [Y/N] is a lore fanatic.

Word count: ~3.3k

So there you were, sitting in your bedroom waiting for Genshin Impact to download. You had heard that it was a huge game, but for some reason your screen only said that there were only around 10 gigabytes of data. ‘I guess 10 gigabytes is pretty big for a mobile game,’ you thought, as the progress bar slowly made its way to 100%.

The stone doors opened, your screen went white, and the opening cutscene you’ve seen a million times before in all those video essays began to play.

Outlanders, your journey ends here.

You’d thought about which sibling you would pick before. You loved seeing Lumine as the villain, and so without hesitation, picked the boy, named Aether.

You’d seen some gameplay before, and you already thought the graphics were good, but this… This was astounding. It was better than what you’d seen before online. Your character didn’t look exactly realistic so to speak, but everything looked extremely high quality. How was this game free? You guessed the difference between this and what you remember was because you were playing on PS5, and began to move on through the story.

After getting the power of Anemo and seeing the Anemo God himself, you met Amber. You spammed through the dialogue, just wanting to get to Mondstadt.

“Ah! A hilichurl!”

“Quick, get it!”

She said “Get it!” like that hilichurl was no more than a bug in someone’s house, about to be killed for no reason other than being there. That… worried you, considering what hilichurls once were. You knew you had to kill this camp of hilichurls to progress the story, but you told yourself that starting now, you wouldn’t be killing any hilichurls unless you were forced to by the plot or you really needed resources.

After a mildly annoying amount of walking, you entered the city and ran to the Cathedral plaza to get your Wind Glider. Amber gave it to you, and you glided across the city, which seemed different, somehow, although you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were then promptly thrown into the sky, shooting wind projectiles at a dragon. 

“I’m preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds!”

“HOLY CRAP! It’s God!”

“Concentrate on this! See yourself grasping the wind. Harness its energy.”

You listened to Venti instruct you on this gamemode you didn’t think you’d ever use again, making ‘pew pew pew!’ sounds as Dvalin’s HP bar slowly decreased.

It was the moment you’ve been waiting for. The Traveler lands, and the camera cuts to that blue-haired eyepatch man, one of your favorite characters, Kaeya. You waited until he finished his dramatic introduction, and yelled “WOOOOOOOO!!!!” at the top of your lungs. You thought about playing an audience cheering sound effect, but realized it’s too late now and you don’t even have your soundboard open. You should get that ready in a minute. You’ve already heard this before, so you skip through the dialogue. Well, at least Amber’s lines. You let Kaeya finish everything he has to say. 

‘From afar? Is that all we know of them?’

“Surprisingly, yes.” You said, thinking about how you know so much about everyone in Teyvat yet know close to nothing about the main character. You knew they were older than 500, and they had a sibling, but just who were they? You focused back on the game, sighing after hearing Kaeya say he understands being separated from family, feeling your heart growing heavy as you remember his backstory. “You need someone to talk to, man, I’m all ears.” If there was one thing you really knew about his personality, it was that he needed a therapist.

You entered the HQ and listened to the group devise a plan. You still didn’t know why you were only taking care of 3 temples, but you would eventually figure that out, right? Right? You pulled on Noelle’s banner 10 times, only getting her, a sword called… Flute? and some 3 star weapons that you figured wouldn’t help you for long. You equipped The Flute on the Traveler, tested it out a bit, and set off to the three temples.

 By the time you were done with Amber’s, you decided that you were absolutely not going to follow any instructions the system gave you. No one can tell you what you can do!

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Kaeya was… perplexed, to say the least, when he prepared to walk up to Amber and a traveler she was with. For a split second, he could have sworn he saw everything turn gray, and strange, colorful, circles appeared around everyone’s joints. Already, he wondered if he was hallucinating, but then he heard the sound of someone cheering that felt as if it was coming from the traveler, but he didn’t open his mouth. Amber didn’t seem to react to it, either. That meant either neither of them noticed it, or he was seeing and hearing things. Assuming it was the latter, he continued on, making a mental note to keep watch of it.

“Hold on Amber, are you perhaps forgetting to introduce us?”

“Oh… right. This i- Thes-”

‘From afar? Is that all we know of them?’

“Surprisingly, yes.”

That voice! Again, but this time, it directly replied to his thoughts. Was it not a hallucination? Just what in Teyvat was this? He had a strong feeling that it was connected to the Traveler, but how could it see what he was thinking  just then? He needed to investigate this, that’s for sure.

“Long st-”

“I see. Welcome to Mondstadt - though you haven’t arrived at the best of times, I’m afraid.”

The Traveler had been separated from his sister, and came to Mondstadt looking for help finding her. He knew how he felt. When Diluc left Mondstadt for all those years, he spent every day worried, wondering if he would ever return.

“I understand the anguish of being separated from family. I’m not sure why you’re looking for the Anemo God… but everyone has their secrets, right?”

“You need someone to talk to, man, I’m all ears.”

The voice was… comforting him now? Interesting.

Who was this traveler? He certainly wasn’t your average tourist. He’d taken him, his… companion, and Amber to the Knights of Favonius headquarters to see Master Jean, and while that conversation went somewhat normal, the atmosphere quickly became… unnerving as soon as it ended. The others stood still in the room, not saying a word. After a few moments, the Traveler left the room, and Kaeya could swear he saw him swinging a weapon in the main hall, but if he was, why didn’t any of the other Knights stop him? 

Waiting at the Temple of the Wolf, he thought about his experience earlier. He realized that Amber never finished a sentence, but somehow he understood everything she said. Amber never told him the Traveler’s story, yet he knew it. Did that have to do with that voice? That strange presence? It didn’t seem like it was intending anything bad by the way it spoke to him, but this whole situation was just so… strange. 

Kaeya walked around a bit and cleared the area of any potential threats, and after what felt like an hour, the Traveler finally arrived at the temple. He honestly was expecting him to take longer, considering he likely helped Amber first, but it was a surprise to not have to wait quite as long as he thought. How long did it take him to get there? He was a long way from the city of Mondstadt, yet he couldn’t even remember the journey to get here now. Could everything strange he’d experienced be caused by that presence? Hallucinations, memory issues; just what was going on?

“You’ve arrived,” he said, slightly hoping that voice didn’t respond and that it really was all in his head. “Come closer. Do you smell that?”

Unfortunately, it was not, in fact, all in his head.

“How in the world do you burn a Pyro Slime?”

‘It’s the smell of burnt Pyro Slimes.”

How did it know what the Traveler was going to say before he said it? Could it be… influencing him in some way? He continued on, wanting to get these temples taken care of so he could have time to investigate this, whatever this is. He watched as the Traveler walked up to the doors of the domain, and… teleported through them? ‘This day just keeps getting weirder…’ he thought, before entering the domain himself.

“Let me show you how the Knights of Favonius conquer our adversaries,” he said. Although he was about to fight, his body relaxed, and a chill went down his spine. He tried to snap himself out of it, but he found he couldn’t move. The hell…? After a couple of seconds, his body sprinted forward, as that voice said “Alright, here we go,” with a sigh. It was behind this, too? What was this? His heart pounded. He was powerless. It could do whatever it wanted with him, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. No one would know other than those affected… Why did he not mention this to anyone before? He tried to fight against it, but he still couldn’t move a muscle.

 It felt as if he wasn’t fully in his body, as if he was only watching as his body was being puppeteered by some unknown entity. What did it want with him? The Traveler really was being influenced by them, wasn’t he? Was he too, being possessed by it? It seemed the entity could only use one body at a time, but while it was using one, the other completely disappeared. 

Forget waiting until this Stormterror crisis was over, he needed to do something as soon as possible, before anyone else was affected by it! It couldn’t keep its hold over him for too long, right? He needed to get back to Mondstadt as soon as possible, to at least tell someone before it takes control of him again. He didn’t want to leave the Traveler like this, but he would have to if he was to do anything about it.

He calmed down a bit, as it didn’t instantly try to harm him, but he started to get concerned for his safety again when the entity made him jump over a pit of spikes in water. The water could very easily be frozen and walked on, avoiding the spikes entirely, and yet it made him jump over the pit. Nothing bad happened, though. Was it that confident in its, and to an extent, his, abilities? Or was it planning something more… violent? After the crystal was destroyed at the end of the temple, he felt like he was back in his body again, the entity no longer having control over him. Still, he didn’t want it to know he was trying to get away, so he started to speak as if nothing out of the expected happened. But why was it laughing?

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You knew of a little trick you could do in this next cutscene, the one where Diluc comes out of nowhere and obliterates an Abyss Mage. You chuckle to yourself as you pull up a video.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind OST - Giorno's Theme『il vento d'oro』

03:45 ━━━━━━━⬤──── 05:27

As the Abyss Mage comes out from the shadows, you hit Play on the video and watch as Diluc charges in, the song syncing to his movements. You could swear you saw a confused look on his face, but you assumed you were either seeing things, or that you just misremembered the cutscene. You didn’t remember every single detail, after all.

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…Of course that didn’t work. As soon as he left the temple, he fell into the entity’s control once again. It didn’t help that he never saw Diluc leave the temple. If he did, he might have a chance at getting him to notice something’s wrong. It also appeared that he and the Traveler were not the only people it had decided to use as its puppets. At various times, he would be thrown out of his body completely and watch as it uses another. He noticed not only the Traveler, but Amber, Noelle, and for a short while, Lisa. 

It encountered a Ruin Guard at the Thousand Winds Temple. It used Amber to destroy the automaton’s core, stunning it, before using him to counter the Pyro element on it. It got back up again, but it wasn’t up for long before it was defeated, falling to the grou-

*lego breaking noise*

*metal pipe falling*

“*snickering* God, I love having a soundboard…”

What were those noises? Those didn’t come from the Ruin Guard, did they? Were they made by that “soundboard” thing? 

After that, there were an abundance of strange noises, almost always accompanied by the entity laughing. 

 He also realized that it wasn’t killing any monsters; in fact, it even knew some Hilichurlian. Whatever this entity was, it didn’t appear to be intending to harm anything. It wasn’t killing any monsters, and it was giving him equipment that felt like it made him stronger. Did it even know it was controlling him like this? If not, would it continue if it knew?

Regardless of if they knew or not, they continued on, at one point using him to cross the ocean to an island he had never seen mapped before. It took a fair bit of time, considering how far out it was. After a few minutes, what sounded to be a recording of someone’s voice began to play, likely by this entity to prevent boredom.

At the beginning, it brought up what he believed was happening to him now, and went on to say how it might work. How gaining a “character” means the Traveler can now connect to the essence of the person, harnessing their abilities, and how getting more “constellations” gives a deeper connection. He had heard of people having their own constellation, but he couldn’t make any sense of it in this context. While he was very concerned on how people knew any of this, it only further confirmed his theory that whoever this was using his body had not a clue on what they were really doing.

The recording ended up discussing very intriguing things. He was confused on why they were referring to people as “characters” at the beginning, but the whole time, they were referring to Teyvat and its past, present, and future as if it was nothing but a fictional story, constantly mentioning the “plot”, “chapters”, “roles”, and such. Is that what this was to them? The recording mainly focused on the “fate” of Teyvat, and how it could possibly be changed. It had been a topic he had been endlessly thinking about, and this left him with… mixed feelings. On one hand, the Traveler may be the key to changing fate, and it gave him hope that things might actually end well for him. But on the other hand, would he really have to rely on someone else to decide his fate?

They found many chests on the island, and discovered someone’s notebook, which said that something strange happens here in the very early morning hours. The entity seemed confused for a bit, appearing to be looking for something, before sounding disappointed. They did another lap around the island, making sure they collected everything, and then teleported back to near Windrise, still seeming a bit confused. 

They went north to the Stormbearer Mountains, and headed towards a watchtower, likely to get a better view of their surroundings. They weren’t about to get up there without a fight, though. Crossbow-armed hilichurls surrounded the place. Instead of taking them out then and there, they tried to just walk by, finding a good time to climb. He could tell they weren’t prepared for this, that they were overwhelmed. They shrieked as a Pyro hilichurl shot at him, trying to run away from the projectile.

This should be common sense, but one thing he knew about combat; when you dodge, don’t go running directly into the attack.

A flaming arrow hit him right in the jugular, and he was met with a world of searing pain. He didn’t know if it was this entity making him do it, but he let out a scream as it hit. The arrow had disappeared. He stood there, now choking, though his body did not react.  Would this be how he died? By an arrow shot from a hilichurl he could easily take care of if he could just- 

Time seemed to stop for a moment. Suddenly, everything was fine.

No pain, no wound, and he had the taste of chicken in his mouth.

They healed him from what was very easily a fatal wound just like that? That was why they were being so reckless, wasn’t it? 

It had seemed like whatever was in control of him had no clue what they were doing, but how? How could they not know? Surely they must notice that something’s off, right?

At one point, they tried to climb up the Knights of Favonius building with Amber and fell, which caused her to disintegrate. He panicked, but soon after, she appeared again as if absolutely nothing had happened. Apparently, they had the power to revive people they were using, as well as heal fatal wounds. Sure, that was great that neither he nor anyone else this was happening to would have to fear dying, but that meant that if they wanted to, they could kill and revive someone under their control over and over again. It was a good thing they seemed to have no intentions of doing such a thing…

They were exploring for hours, during which time Kaeya’s thoughts mostly consisted of reactions to things they were saying or doing, with a little existential dread creeping in every now and then, wondering if he was ever going to gain back control. The sun went down, and soon after that, they said “Alright Teyvat, I’ll be back to conquer you tomorrow! I’m gonna go pass out!” That was a bit… direct, and he wasn’t entirely sure if they were joking by the “conquer” bit due to the events of the last couple of hours, but regardless, it was over. He nearly fell over after they left, not expecting to suddenly gain back control of his body again. Now, the question is, how does he go about solving this? Before he thought about that, he decided he needed a drink since he had some time to spare, and so he headed to Angel’s Share.

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After finishing Lisa’s temple, you were free to explore Teyvat. You spent some time exploring Mondstadt, collecting Anemoculi, before going back to where you started. You knew of that unmapped island, and now that you had the power to ice bridge, you were going to go there. You knew it would take a while, so you put on another video essay explaining a Genshin theory to listen to, and began the journey. 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t do everything. You were able to get a bunch of chests, but the quest there needed the time of day to be between 2 and 5 AM to progress. You remembered there being a time skip button, but you looked everywhere and just couldn’t find it. So, you had to go back to the mainland, defeated. Come to think of it, how long was the day/night cycle? It’s been over an hour and the sun’s barely moved. Was the in game time synced to real time? If so, why the hell would they make a quest that can only progress in the middle of the night? You figured that you’re just missing something, and started thinking about something else before you got too stressed out. 

You played for a couple of hours, getting used to the combat system. It was fun, but you felt like the enemies did a bit too much damage. Seriously, one arrow from a low-level hilichurl shouldn’t almost one-shot your character! You felt pretty tired, and not wanting to struggle to keep your eyes open, you decided to log out, and continue your Magical Adventure™ tomorrow.

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And pass out you did, falling asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow. You ended up sleeping for a while, so by the time you got up, it was already pretty late in the morning. You had some errands to run, so you showered, got ready, and took care of them. 

You had nothing else to do today, so you decided to open Genshin again and continue your adventure. The world loads in, and there you are, with your team of Aether, Amber, Noelle and- hold on where’s Kaeya? Maybe you removed him for some reason. You were pretty tired. You go to the party select screen, and select hi- 

*This character is busy.*

What the hell does that mean?

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After the Smoke Settles | Attoye | E | 2.4k words | AO3 Link

For Attoye Week 2023 @attoye-week

Day 2: Alternate Universe - Biker!Attuma and Party Girl Okoye

Summary: Attuma is the Sergeant-at-Arms for the Talokanil War Gods M.C. There is a tentative alliance between his M.C. and local Wakandan crime boss M'Kathu AKA The Chief. Both organizations are celebrating a year of successful partnership with one another. Attuma, new to the local chapter, sees Okoye at a party at his M.C's clubhouse. He wants to get to know her, but she is The Chief's daughter. Namor warns him not to go near Okoye because her father is overprotective and it would surely sour their alliance, but Attuma won't say no if the Wakandan beauty is interested in him -- even if it is just for one night.

Content: Unprotected sex; oral sex; hooking up; recreational drug use; drinking; drunk sex; dirty talk; language; minor violence.

The sounds of laughter and clinking drinks filled the space of the club room. Attuma stood next to his friend and new President, Namor. Ever since Attuma had come over and joined that chapter of the Talokanil War Gods Motorcycle Club as their Sergeant-at-Arms almost two months prior, he had been fitting in well. Namor ran a tight ship. They were working on forming alliances with other outfits in order to continue their operations. Having grown up together, Attuma and Namor knew and trusted one another. It was the reason why Attuma came to work with him.

They glanced around the club room, watching their brothers enjoy the party. Namor did not often throw parties, but they were celebrating a year of an alliance with the Wakandans. A year of prosperous partnerships for both outfits.

Both parties were having fun. The mood was light. Drinks were flowing, the music was good, and a few people were dancing. Attuma’s eyes fell on a group of young women at the edge of the makeshift dancefloor. A couple were Sweet Butts, and the rest were Wakandan. He watched them dance and laugh, enjoying themselves, until another young woman from the Wakandan group ambled over – scratch that – glided over.

Attuma was certain his jaw dropped at the sight of her. Big doe eyes; long braids; dark skin; and a blinding smile. She was breathtaking. She danced her way into the center of the circle of girls, twirling as she went. The yellow form-fitting dress drawing attention to her slender body and round ass. Attuma was practically salivating.

“Sakun winik,” said Attuma to Namor. “Who’s that?”

“Who?” Namor replied.

“That goddess in the yellow dress.”

Namor looked over at the dancefloor and then back to Attuma.

“Don’t go there, itz’in winik.”

“Why not? Is she someone’s Ol’ Lady? I’ve never seen her before. What’s her name?”

“Okoye.”

“Okoye,” Attuma repeated, enjoying the way her name felt on his lips.

“And she’s off limits. That’s the Chief’s daughter. He’d probably bury anyone who even looks at her.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. You know Long John Silver over at the shop?”

“Yeah, that white boy with the eyepatch? Wait, you tellin’ me the Chief knocked that kid’s eye out for lookin’ at his daughter?”

“Nah, he got into a hunting accident or some shit and lost it. But, the Chief cut off his trigger finger ‘cause he was in the club and tried to touch Okoye’s hair without her permission.”

“Fuck,” said Attuma before laughing. “Silly prick deserved that.”

“Right,” Namor replied. “No more hunting for his ass.”

Attuma laughed once more and then said, “If he even looks at my future wife, I’ll take his other fuckin’ eye.”

“Attuma,” Namor warned. “Leave her alone. We’re celebrating a year of peace with the Wakandans. Don’t fuck it up over a pretty girl.”

“Christ, brother. I’m not gonna fuck anything up. It’s cool. I won’t go near her.”

…

The party was in full swing and Attuma needed some time on his own away from the revellers. He stood out in the high-walled yard and lit a joint. A bike’s engine revved outside the gate before it opened and let someone in. A girl shrieked and then laughed off in the distance. A beer bottle smashed nearby.

Attuma took a long pull at his joint and then leaned his head against the wall of the clubhouse. The door nearest to him flung open and two people stepped out. The sound of footfalls on gravel caused him to look over in their direction.

“You need to stop!” said a young man.

“Fuck you,” the woman replied.

Attuma straightened up and narrowed his gaze. It was the Chief’s daughter, Okoye. She was being followed by some guy, who then reached out and gabbed her by the arm.

“Don’t touch me, W’Kabi!”

“We’re leaving, now,” said W’Kabi firmly as he tried to drag Okoye away.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Stop being such a brat and move your ass!”

Attuma eyes narrowed even more, he flicked his joint to the ground, and then walked towards the pair.

“Hey, Okoye, right?” he asked when he got close. “Are you okay? This asshole giving you trouble?”

She turned her head, then looked up at Attuma’s face. Before she could answer, W’Kabi spoke up.

“Fuck off and mind your business,” he spat, tugging on Okoye’s arm once more.

Attuma stared him down and then looked back at Okoye.

“You wanna take your hand off o’ the young lady?” said Attuma, inching closer.

W’Kabi let go of Okoye’s arm and poked Attuma in the chest.

“I told you to fuck off –”

Before he could finish his sentence, Attuma grabbed W’Kabi’s wrist and twisted it, causing him to groan loudly in pain.

W’Kabi bent over as Attuma leaned down and said, “Nah, I think you need to fuck off before I break your arm and your face, lil’ bitch.”

Attuma then pushed W’Kabi away, causing him to stumble, before he righted himself, threw Attuma an unimpressed look, and walked away. Attuma watched him leave, before turning to Okoye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

“Yeah. I mean, yeah. Thank you.”

“I don’t usually step in when couples are arguing –”

“I’m not with him,” she replied quickly. “He’s just some asshole who works for my father.”

“Why was he putting his hands on you?”

“Because he thinks he has the right to as my bodyguard.”

“That bitch made motherfucker is your bodyguard?” asked an incredulous Attuma.

“Not anymore,” Okoye replied as she grabbed her phone and started to dial a number. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Attuma.”

“Hi, Attuma. Sorry, excuse me a sec. Hello?” she said into the phone. “Baba? Yes. Everything’s fine. I don’t want W’Kabi on my security detail anymore. He put his hands on me. Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”

She looked down at the small patch on Attuma’s vest and then said, “The Sergeant-at-Arms of the TWG stepped in and helped me. New guy. Attuma. Yes. Baba, I’m okay, really. Attuma’s going to look after me. Sure.”

Okoye removed the phone from her ear and then looked at Attuma.

“My father would like to speak with you,” she said handing the phone over.

Attuma knit his brow but answered.

“Hello, sir? Yes. Well, the guy was yelling at your daughter and tried to forcibly drag her away. Yes. Yes, sir. I stepped in, roughed him up a little, and made him leave. No need to thank me, anyone would help like that. Yes. I appreciate you saying so. That’s fine. Happy to help. Thank you, sir. Goodnight.”

Attuma handed the phone back to Okoye. She bid her father goodnight after reassuring him she was safe and well.  She looked at Attuma who stared back at her. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave her a small smile, which she returned.

“My father asked if you would wait with me until his driver picks me up. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” said Attuma.

He gestured for her to follow him to one of the picnic tables that stood over near the high wall. Okoye walked beside Attuma, and they both took a seat beside one another.

“So, how did you know my name?” she asked while positioning her body so that she was facing him.

Attuma placed both of his legs astride the bench seating. He licked his lips absently and said, “A lady like you steps in the room and a man like me finds out your name pretty quickly.”

“Alright then,” Okoye replied with a nod and a smile. “Thanks again for what you did.”

“It was nothin’. I hope these guys who work for your father all don’t think they can treat you like that.”

“They don’t,” she proffered sincerely. “Just W’Kabi. He thinks because we grew up together that things are different between us. They’re not. He’s still one of my father’s shit kickers.”

“Yeah, well, fuck him,” said Attuma, as he reached in his pocket to get another joint and his lighter. “I’m done talkin’ about that asshole.”

He lit his joint and took a deep drag before holding out to offer Okoye some. She gave him a crooked, devilish sort of smile and leaned forward. Okoye placed both hands to Attuma’s thick thighs and shifted closer. Their faces were close, and heat was radiating from both of their bodies. When Okoye’s lips neared Attuma’s, she licked them and said, “Shotgun me.”

Attuma placed his hand to Okoye’s slim waist to hold her in place. He then released the smoke from his mouth and blew it between Okoye’s lips. She closed her eyes and drew the smoke in. The effects of the drug and the headiness of being in such proximity to Okoye made Attuma’s head spin. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at her, but suddenly realized the young woman had climbed into his lap, with her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms draped over his shoulders.

“You’re pretty,” said Okoye as she ran her fingers through his long tresses.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Attuma replied, staring into the darkness of her obsidian eyes.

“We don’t have much time.”

“For what?” he asked, tightening his grip on her hips.

Okoye leaned forward and pressed her lips to Attuma’s. He deepened the kiss immediately. She pulled away slightly, and he followed her, craving more.

“For me to show you how grateful I am for you stepping in to help me.”

Attuma brought his hand up to cup Okoye’s face before he said, “You don’t have to do anything to thank me, Sweetness.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, a conspirative expression crossing her beautiful face.

“Hmm,” Attuma nodded.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” she whispered close to Attuma’s ear. “And I really wanna do you.”

…..

As far as bad ideas went, the one that had found Attuma and Okoye in the small office felt way too fucking good. After shoving most of the papers from the desktop, Attuma laid Okoye down and sunk to his knees. She hiked her dress up and placed her legs over his shoulders.

Attuma ran his hand over the lace panties Okoye was wearing and she shivered. He stuck his fingers under the garment and then tore them from Okoye. She let out a little welp.

“I’m keepin’ these,” he said as he shoved the torn panties into the back pocket of his jeans.

Before Okoye could reply with a smart answer, Attuma had began to suck kisses to her inner thigh as he toyed with her clit. He hummed against her skin as he peppered biting kisses there. Okoye let out a moan when his lips made their way to her glistening pussy. Attuma ran his tongue over her slit and up to her sensitive nub. He sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed once more. A wave of pleasure washed over Okoye. She laced her fingers through Attuma’s hair as he ate her out. She came moments later with a shudder and his name on her lips.

…..

“Fuck – Ma, this pussy so tight,” said Attuma as he sheathed his impressive length inside of Okoye.

He had her bent over the desk with his raw dick deep between her swollen folds.

“You gonna do something about it or just stand there looking pretty?”

“You got a smart mouth on you, Sweetness,” he said sharply, as his hips snapped forward. “Won’t be so smart with this dick in it.”

He thrust forward again with more fervor, causing Okoye to whimper and curse.

“Shit – shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Wish we had time for that,” said Okoye as she threw her ass back, drawing a loud moan from Attuma’s lips. “Really wanna choke on it.”

“Fuck,” said Attuma as he grabbed at Okoye’s throat and pulled her head back while he rammed his cock into her again and again. He lifted her leg so that it was rested on the desktop as he wrapped a hand around her chest to draw her back to him. Attuma kissed Okoye’s neck and then bit down onto her shoulder, all the while he kept driving himself into her.

His orgasm was drawing nearer, and he could feel that Okoye’s was, too. She was almost crying out in pleasure as her walls clenched around his dick. Soon, she was creaming over his length and coming hard. Her well-fucked cunt drew Attuma’s aching cock deeper inside and he finally came. He didn’t pull out, but both of them were too fuck-drunk to care.

After a moment, Attuma withdrew himself and found something to clean them both up with. Okoye was still bent over the desk as Attuma fixed her clothing, and then his.

“Damn,” she said, all breathless and beautiful. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

Attuma let out a little laugh and then wrapped his arms around Okoye. He turned her so that she was standing and facing him. He captured her lips in a slow, sensuous kiss before running his hand up and down her back.

“That was fun,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair again.

“You were amazing,” Attuma replied.

“We should do this again some time,” said Okoye as she rested her hands on his firm chest.

“Definitely,” Attuma offered as he dipped down to kiss Okoye again. “Let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.”

…..

The meeting was almost at its conclusion when Namor poured himself another drink and said, “One last order of business.”

The brothers around the table gave him their attention even though some were watching the clock.

“The Chief wanted to give his formal thanks to our brother Attuma for lookin’ out for his daughter last weekend at the party.”

Some of the men patted Attuma’s shoulders.

“You did a good thing, Attuma,” said Namor. “His girl is his pride and joy. You did both of them a solid by takin’ care of her when she was on our property.”

“Any of us would’ve done the same thing,” Attuma said, leaving out the part where he had fucked Okoye within an inch of her life. “Just glad we’re in their good books.”

“You definitely are,” Namor replied. “The Chief wants to hire you as his daughter’s bodyguard. Interim bodyguard, actually.”

“What?” asked Attuma, genuinely shocked.

“Apparently you made a real impression on her,” Namor explained. “She asked her father for you specifically to look out for her until they hire someone else. You up for it?”

Attuma thought about the offer for less than a beat before her said, quite enthusiastically, “Yeah. Fuck yeah. I’m up for it. Sign me up.”

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

One of my favorite Days of Our Lives moments. 

Please direct your attention to the first image. At center, with the white hair, is John (played by Drake Hogestyn), who has been on this show since Nineteen The Hell Eighty Two. The performer is nearly 70 — and I assume the character is as well — and he’s pretty much as straight as they get. So I wouldn’t exactly expect him to be a paragon of allyship. But here he is, in last year’s Beyond Salem miniseries, making a special trip to San Francisco to visit his Out and Proud son (standing, left — Paul, played by Christopher Sean) and being just a little embarrassing in that way that even the best dads can be sometimes. 

Later, he and Steve (another extremely long-serving Manly Man character and the show’s requisite Eyepatch Guy) are taken hostage by the villain of this miniseries and Steve asks why John has glitter on him.

John just shoots him a look like because I was at a Pride party with my boy. You’re my best friend in the world but if you give me any shit about this, I will fight you the moment we get untied.

John’s such a broad character, played by a rather... eccentric performer. But somehow all of this works in his favor and makes the whole thing work beautifully.

Note: By “almost 70,” I mean that he is 69. But I didn’t want you to start saying nice until I’d finished making my point.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Alright who wants to see my old Bionicle humanizations? These were from my modern/college!AU Metru Uni which I made when I was in college. These were all posted on dA circa 2011-12ish, and you have to understand these were drawn by hand, scanned into a computer, and edited using a laptop trackpad and MS Paint. Get ready for a lot of Shoujo Legs and Weird Character Choices. (All images will have their descriptions in the alt text.)

So first of all you have to understand that Vakama was my babygirl for many many years. This guy has the worst social anxiety you've ever seen. Not sure why I decided to take away his glasses when he transformed considering that's one of my least favourite things but whatever.

THIS MAN HAS NO ASS. I mean none of them do but Matau especially, goddamn. Anyway he wanted to dye his hair green so bad but his mom wouldn't let him. This guy is a huge flirt and we stan. Also I think the second image is flipped for some reason.

Okay yeah the second image is definitely flipped why did I do that. I was genuinely trying to make Nokama look cute and fashionable here but also I didn't know how to draw skirts very well so. Yeah. Vakama and Matau were both instantly smitten with her when she showed up and honestly the endgame ship there was Vakama/Nokama but for real it should've been the three of them. God she was so fucking patient

Now I gotta say I have absolutely no clue why the hell I gave Onewa a punk aesthetic (it's not even that punk, really, just what I would've considered punk as a very sheltered teen in 2011) but it kinda fucks actually. He was such a bitch but also he was so right about basically everything. King <3

WHENUA MY BELOVED. He was the oldest out of all of them and straight up had a university degree already but had for some reason decided to go to college after to get qualifications for a job that definitely would have paid less than the job he was originally going for with the university degree but I was dumb as hell and also he had to be at college that was the point of the fic. He and Vakama were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Okay so the hairstyle. Um. I was obsessed with Wizard AnimalParade at the time. Also when he lifted the eyepatch on his transformed self he could zoom his vision in and out like a telescope. Also also he was obsessed with astronomy and thought astrology was stupid which. Is very funny writing KNPS now because that version of Nuju has exactly the same opinion

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Hey Rags how come the characters with brown and black as their theme colours are the only brown and black skinned characters" because I was fucking stupid that's why. Moving on.

One of the running gags I had in the manga version of this fic (YES there was a manga version, it only got about halfway through the second chapter) was that Lhikan always had bishounen sparkles every time he appeared. I wanted him to be a pretty boy so bad. I stand by this choice honestly Lhikan should be the prettiest boy. He should be more pretty than he is. VAKAMA SHOULD'VE HAD A BI LITTLE CRUSH ON HIM.

Honestly the only reason his eyes are white here is I forgot to colour them lmao. Dume worked in the college's security office and he was such an uptight old bitch. Look at his stupid little tie clip. This was also before I learned how to, like, make people look older, and so he just looks like a young man with a moustache lol. What learning to draw from Chris Hart books does to a mf

And to round off this part, please have one of the first pieces of digital art I ever did: a cover for the series! Back in the day fanfiction.net let you set a specific cover for a series so I drew this for that. I'm honestly really glad I found this again, I thought that it was lost to time and the only version I had access to was the extremely crunched version still up on ff.net. I drew this all by hand and did all the colouring and shading and stuff using Paint.net, which was a free program. The textures for the dirt and earth were made using MS Paint still though lol.

OKAY there are still about one million billion left to go but I'm calling it here for now so it doesn't get too long. I'll make another post with villains or something later.

Except also here have this no-context picture of Matau that was my deviantart profile picture for a long time.

[kkkkkafka]

MY SWEET CHARLIE

Pairing: Michael Afton/Charlie Emily (featuring Teen!Gregory as their adopted child)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Domestic | Adopted Child | Implied Sexual Content | Poems

Summary: Michael gave Gregory a box filled with his old stuffs to keep the teen entertained while him and his wife Charlie were busy. Gregory discovered something about his father through them.

AO3

Today was the day. The day Gregory's little family finally moved into the new place. He was so excited about this for a whole week, to the point he was almost vibrating in enthusiasm when sitting in their car to their new home with a huge grin on his face. His excitement was just added more as they finally reached their destination, even when they stood in front of the house.

"Alright Greg, you can go upstairs and rest while we unpacking our stuff, okay?" 

Charlie ruffled her son's hair, and gave him a soft smile as she was going to walk to the moving services' truck with her husband. But it seemed like Gregory had a different idea, as he immediately pouted after and pulled at her arm.

"Noooo... I want to help you two...." Gregory tried to persuade his parents with his most adorable puppy eyes, but instead of the desired effect, they ended up laughing at his comically exaggerated facial expressions. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but turn bright red from embarrassment. It seems even his puppy eyes couldn't help him win over his parents. At his son's protest and he knew how stubborn he could be, Michael just shook his head and sighed while chuckling.

"You may help another time, little lad. These things might be too much for you, so just rest, yeah? You have helped us in packing our stuff previously. Here, let me find something that you might be interested in…" 

Michael came back with a small box from his car, and handed it carefully to Gregory.

"... These are my old stuff since I was a young boy. You can entertain yourself with them while we are busy, okay?"

"Hmm... Okay." At this moment, Gregory was interested enough in Michael's old things, so he took the box from his father's hands and walked upstairs to his room.

Gregory stepped into the room, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the beautiful interior. It was so different from what he had imagined it to be. He set the box down on his nightstand and sat on the bed, admiring the details around him. It was now that he realized how much he had been missing out on, having only seen the room through images before. After taking in the sight of his new room, he started to dig up the box to see what Michael had for him. 

Gregory's gaze fell on two small fox plushies, the red one wearing an eyepatch while the other was a white one with pink blushing cheeks. Both were dressed in pretty little dresses, adorned with intricate laces, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. He didn't know his father had a hobby of making costumes for his plush toys, and he found the whole idea simply adorable. They even made squeaky noises when pressed on their noses! 

He put them down on his desk next to the window, and now dived back into the carton box. This time, he found some old, faded photos. They were all about his parents and their family back then. A photo got Michael in his Halloween costume as Michael Myers and Charlie as Wednesday Addams. Another photo depicted Charlie trying to play her guitar bass the first time with her bandmates and a huge grin plastered on her face. Or the one was taken when Michael's highschool basketball team won. They all gave Gregory a sense of nostalgia, and he kind of wanted to be there to see even though he was not old enough to remember those things.

The photos were placed on the desk again, neatly. Gregory found himself a small and worn down leather notebook at the bottom of the box. From the colorful stickers stuck on the cover, it was clear that the notebook was Michael's creation.

Gregory hesitated to open the notebook, unsure of how his father would respond to such an invasion of privacy. But then again, his father had handed him the box containing the notebook, so perhaps he didn't mind too much. Gregory heaved a deep sigh and opened the notebook, hoping to see his father's written thoughts back then. 

The first few pages were somewhat silly, as Michael doodled out a chicken with a huge bib eating a pizza piece, or a purple rabbit sitting on a red guitar bass. Or his notes judging different types of pizza, and Hawaiian pizza received the lowest score being "-999999/10, not recommended, never again" with an angry fox face next to it and the Margherita being "999999+/10, authentic Neapolitan pizza, definitely should try if you don't have horrible taste like my father" with the same fox doodle, but now it had a wide smiley face. The upcoming pages were left blank, only some had few stamps or stickers on randomly. As Gregory flipped through it, his eyes caught some writing.

It was the first part of a poem. The title was "My sweet Charlie". Oh, he didn't know Michael could also write poems for his significant other. Interesting, huh? 

This was enough to catch Gregory's attention, so he began to read it, slowly, his eyes following every letter written. 

My Sweet Charlie

I. 

Oh my Charlie, my sweet and beautiful girl  

Your lips are better than any pie 

And your hands are a work of art 

And every time you smile, my heart flutters, all mine forever

For I am madly, deeply in love with you 

For you are the most wonderful girl I have ever known

And also the most precious girl to this world

I am proud to be your loved and cherished one

Sweet Charlie, she's like a porcelain doll

She has dark hair, like a raven, pale skin like milk

And big, deep green eyes, like shining emeralds

She looks so delicate, yet she has so much strength in her

The way she protects the weaks, and doesn't hold back her voice

How she is like the black cat with sharp claws

But when she looks at me so sweetly

That I can see the gentle princess within. 

II.

Sweet Charlie, a peaceful memory

How my eyes were so filled with awe when I first met her

She was always like a cute little angel

Even with her shyness, no words spoken

I was still so enamored by her

Her green eyes were like two emeralds

Full of love and adoration

And the moment she spoke my name

In her own cute voice

Was the moment I saw who my soulmate will be

Sweet Charlie, our time together when young

How she would follow me, or I would sometimes follow her

The way we always stuck together, like two little puppies

We had no worries, no cares, no concerns

The world hasn't corrupted us yet

We were just little kids

Running around, enjoying each other's company

So much innocence, so much purity

With pureness in our hearts

So full of joy

Sweet Charlie, back when she was a kid

Making tiny clothes for my Foxy plushies

While I was busy playing with the new toys we've bought

She would sit and sew them tiny clothes

To make them even cuter than ever

Then she would hand them to me, with a smile on her face

And we both play with the foxes

This was back when

I wasn't thinking of marrying her yet

But even then, she was my sweetheart. 

III.

Sweet Charlie, is she even real?

The way her face is like a doll, so flat and yet so gorgeous

Like a dream angel, so wonderful yet so kind

And with her green eyes is like I am looking at a painting

Even her smile is rare, but yet so sweet and pure

Makes me melt, just seeing her so happy

Sweet Charlie, always so flustered

When I call her all kinds of pet names

Calling her honey or sugar

Then even worse, sweetie pie and petite peach

I know I am a bit of a cheeseball

But when I call her those names

I just see this adorable blush

All over her face that makes her look so cute and shy

But she always blushes more

When it's me who flusters her instead. 

IV.

Sweet Charlie, you look so peaceful and relaxing

Even though your headphone is blasting the loudest volume

You still look so cozy and comfy like a warm kitty

With your eyes closed, nodding along to the heavy metal tunes

You're so sweet and beautiful even while headbanging

I could keep watching you until your dreamy eyes open again

Sweet Charlie, playing her bass

The way she stands, the way she rocks back and forth

Her bass guitar and her dark hair

The way she plays and sings in her own style

Always looking so beautiful, when she plays that bass

And the sound, so perfect, like a chorus of angels

My Charlie, a girl with such a talent for music

Who makes my heart beat, like her bass guitar. 

V.

Sweet Charlie, and her age so young

At that age, when she wasn't fully grown

She was only seventeen, I was fourteen

What a surprise, to feel my heart pound

When I look at her smile and deep green eyes

The way she walks and talks, with a maturity beyond her years

Yet so shy and nervous, as she was gripping books to her chest

With that short hair and black and white clothing

Sweet Charlie, my angel of love

With the courage to confess her feelings

How she dressed in a frilly dress and makeup,

She does looked so cute and adorable

How she looked at me with fear in her eyes like a little deer

But I had comforted her, tell her that she doesn't need to

Cause I don't care about her looks

I love her for who she really is

I love Charlie for being herself.

VI.

Sweet Charlie, so lovable and cute

She kept comparing me to a little orange cat

That my brain has no cells, and I'm an idiot

But a lovable one, that is why she says with a smile

She's so adorable when she does that, her hair falling on  enchanted green eyes

Making me melt, just looking at her so sweet

I don't know, why is she so lovely and sweet

Sweet Charlie, she is a black cat

So smart and elegant, with her words as sharp as the claws

Calm but can be a cutie pie

With emerald eyes, a face so sweet to see

When she is so into her work, her intellect is like a treasure to keep

But still so adorable when she gets distracted by me

My Charlie, she's a perfect balance between a cat and a fairy

We are like cats,

Both the black and the orange are beautiful and fluffy

And we are the human version of them all

Together, we are complete

She is smart and I'm dumb

I am energetic and she is calm

She is a punk princess and I am a ballet prince

But one thing we have in common is that

We are so in love, we are so madly in love. 

VII.

Sweet Charlie, her small doll-like hands

Just love her little hands, as I take them in mine

With our difference so apparent, and sometimes that makes her shy

How my hands are so big, her hands have so much grace

Her hands as soft as silk, and so perfect, so divine

Her hands are like heaven, they are the perfect size

When she takes my hands in hers, I feel so blessed

So delicate and slender, makes me want to cry

How a small girl like her, can fill my heart

And the way she holds my hands without a doubt

When she looks at me with those love filled gaze

Makes it all clear her love for me

Sweet Charlie, a tiny kitten in my arms

She's so small in her appearance, and yet so precious in my heart

How she looks so cute and adorable when she lies next to me

The way she clings to my arm and my hands

So petite, I could never hurt her, even if I tried

For she is so precious like a doll, so fragile like a fairy.

And I am too big for her, but she feels right in my arms

VIII.

Sweet Charlie, our first time

So special, so perfect, so priceless 

It felt so innocent, as if we have just became teens again

The feeling of her soft and dainty body

As I touch her everywhere, making her gasp and moan

She was so cute when she was nervous at first

But her body was so hot, and it was making my heart pound so hard

It's you, Charlie, every aspect of you

From your sweet lips to your gentle breathing

How you moan to my touch

The way you looked at me, all full of love

Your soft skin and those loving glances 

How you held me, as if we were one

Your magnificent bareness in the sunlight

Your whole body is like a piece of art

I'm your lover and I am yours forever

How sweet to the touch you are

Your curving skin so lovely

In my hands it lies

Your warmth is like a flame

Your softness like a silk, smooth as ivory

And I could never stop loving you and adoring you

For you are like a precious piece of art

A heavenly body full of divinity

Sweet Charlie and her cute chest

So small and elegant, I find that quite interesting

It was so perfectly shaped like a heart

Makes me want to fondle it, to kiss and caress more

Oh Charlie, how you make me feel so full of passion

When I see her was looking so shy and covering up with her hands

That chest is so perfect and perfect because it belongs to my precious beloved angel

Sweet Charlie, and her slender legs

The way she walks it's like a model, legs so beautiful

How her body is so slim and petite

Yet that's the beauty of it, I'd die without it

And her legs, they are so hot, her calves so shapely

I just want to kiss and love it, never stop

Sweet Charlie, so tiny and I'm so big

Yet she can make me so passionate and on fire

The size difference I never cared, my love for her is all that matters

How in bed, she's like my small doll to hold tight

To kiss and caress, her soft lips

The look of bliss and joy when I see her

So tiny, she can be tossed around

But the love she brings is so strong and warm

Sweet Charlie and her bare skin under the sunlight

Her eyes filled with a sense of serenity and peace

The sunlight gently kiss her skin with kindness and love

Making it even more better than the previous day

Her beauty can never be fully expressed in a poem or a drawing

But I am still amazed and awed by it every minute

And I am still in love with a goddess among humans

IX.

Sweet Charlie, a bad girl smoker

That her smoking bad, but makes her so cute

The way she holds that cigarette so seductively

The way she looks so sexy when she blows smoke out

The way she looks so beautiful, she is the girl you can't mess with

Yet I see her as a striking bad girl

And I can't say no to her when she looks at me

With that saccharine yet captivating expression

Her cigarettes are bad, she knows, but sometimes she can't help herself

Especially after that wonderful night together

After all the lovemaking and her body so sweaty

Then that voice of hers saying

Wanna have a cigarette, love?

How can anyone refuse that lovely request?

And I took a puff, and coughed up a storm,

But her beauty makes the tears in my eyes go away  

I forget all about the cough.

X.

Sweet Charlie, the lovely girl that I want to marry

How I want to put a ring on those pretty, soft fingers

I want her to be my treasure, for the rest of my life

But at that time, I was too scared to propose

Too scared that she will reject me

But when I saw her glassy eyes,

Looking at me with adoration

I knew I could not hold it back, anymore

So I asked her to marry me

With a knee on ground, 

Hand holding a silver band,

And she said yes, with a large smile on her face

Sweet Charlie, a bride in delicate white

With a grand suit and a veil

Wearing them all so elegantly

That white veil over her was charming

And her dark hair was so lovely

She was so pretty, like an angel

In all white clothes, I want to kiss her so bad

The girl I adore, now my bride is here

How she is so sweet to be my wife

And how we'll be together, for the rest of our life

My Charlie, my love, my everything.  

Gregory gazed at the old notebook in awe, the golden paper reflected the light from the setting sun. Even though he had known his father to be a hopeless romantic, he never imagined him penning down love poems for his mom. The poems were filled with a love so deep it made him smile just reading them, though some parts made his cheeks turned rouge because what it was implied, but it was still beautiful nonetheless. Now that he knew, he couldn't help but wonder about his parents' past. 

Closing the notebook, he slipped it into his pocket as he heard Charlie calling him for dinner. The sky had darkened to deep blue, with stars now shining brightly overhead. He must have stayed in his room for hours now, he would need to ask Michael and Charlie about their love story and this notebook that had given him a glimpse into their past. 

"Coming, mom!" he called out as he quickly made his way downstairs to the living room. 

He knew he was in for a treat, his parents' love story would be one for the ages, and this little notebook filled with evidence of it would be a treasure for him to keep and cherish. He definitely would ask them to tell him about their stories.

[meteor752]

Oh lawd they been through some shit

So, I’ve done their designs when their parents were still alive on DL. I’ve done their designs of when they joined Empires. I’ve done their designs for when they visited Hermitcraft. I gave them lil Christmas outfits. I showed what they would look like in the future. I even made them as gosh darn villains

But there’s one period of their lives, that I haven’t shown you. I’ve talked about it plenty, even wrote a fic about it, but you’ve never been shown it visually

Double life when their parents had died

Twenty years, of just starving to death repeatedly for the babs

Let’s show it

Oh and btw tw for like, some minor body horror, gauntness and starvation, blood, injuries, and all that jazz. Will be properly tagged

(Also, I cannot express how fun these designs were to make. I spent hours on every single one and it was just such a delight to make them)

Liana

I think I’ve stated this before, but Liana took some heavy damage to her left eye during this time, resulting in her needing a monocle to see properly, thus the eyepatch. Dirty and ripped clothes (those will be very common across every design), and fresh scars that can still be seen in her later designs, just more faded. The missing shoe is also intentional, as that is the foot she later looses to frostbite. It had very little protection against the elements. Her wings being their normal bright colors is also a fun little thing, as even during her most horrid distress, Liana found the time to preen. Idk what’s going on with the pose, but I’m assuming broken ribs. It just looked fun

Wes

The famished look actually the most unnatural for him, because he’s usually so bulky and large. Moss coat fresh and clean, most important thing for him. Newly broken horn, probably a month or so into the development. I actually have very little to say about Wes’ design here compared to everyone else’s, cause like it’s the one I’m probably the most dissatisfied with. It still looks fine and such, but it’s just a bit basic I guess. Idk. I still like the hair, especially the dyed part

Gertrude

Could have gone with the same kinda vibe for her as everyone else, but I realized that I actually haven’t shows Weretrude. This right here isn’t full on Weretrude, more like halfway through transformation, cause I still wanted her to like, look like her ya know. But yeah girl is fully out of it. This is probably not too long after the end of dl, before the game mechanics stopped. When the passing of time kinda stopped, as did the monthly full moons because it never became night. So yeah, the one advantage to their miserable situation

Johnny

The first design, and the reason I did all of these. Johnny was always the one closest to his parents, so their death tore him up the most, to the point where he never left their grave. Moss and vines started to grow on him eventually, and animals and bugs found home in his hair and wounds. So yeah, bad time for lil country bumpkin boy.

Jassy

Ngl, Jassy looks cool as fuck. The sunken in eyes paired with the startling green of her irises, her dirty white hair and mask covering most of her face, her clothes, the fucking contrast in her skin between the light and the dark sunken in parts. I didn’t even intend for that but I just loved it so much that I kept it. Also since this is before she started to form her own identity, she still has the classic Kakashi mask.

Jekiv

Mans looks…honestly pretty normal. Like when everyone is just skin and bones, the actual zombie doesn’t look that zombie like. His skin and hair is a little dirtier, his pastel clothes are a lot dirtier, but yeah he faired pretty alright during this time. Since the first fic I ever wrote for the kids was Jekiv’s logbook, I felt it would only be fitting that he was writing in it for his pose. The quill is also made from one of Liana’s feathers, hence the quality condition. As mentioned in the logbook as well, Jekiv lost his hooded cloak a few years in to a spider, so his hair is on full display here. He hates it.

Novo

Absolutely obsessed with him actually. All of the kids have their own unique weapons (Liana her bow, Wes his war hammers, Gertrude her mace, Johnny his whip, Jassy her double daggers, Jekiv his scythe) except Novo, so I thought it would be only fitting for him to have something as well. And what’s better for him than a barbed bat? He probably still has it in the future, but it’s mostly being kept in his inventory. Difficult being a friendly bard if you keep a murder weapon on you at all times. Also, his cloak? It’s one of Pearl’s old dogs. Not Tilly of course (She was cremated), but one of her pups. Morbid? Yes absolutely. Fitting for my favorite weirdo? Yes absolutely.

[hailtothemightystarwarrior]

The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 2: Battle In The Coal Cellar

In the wall was a tiny mouse hole, and from it came an army of mice, small mouse-like creatures that are simple in appearance. Their bodies are shaped similar to that of a tadpole's and they will either be seen colored red, blue, yellow, or green. Their faces are a peach color and they have two shiny eyes and a mouth. They have two large ears on the top of their heads. Squeakers lack limbs, and have small tails. They were just fluffy little mice like creatures that smell of cinnamon. They marched quietly into the cellar and shushed each other whenever the floor creaked. Then a large mouse emerged from the hole, taller as his army

A towering rat with gray fur dressed in a long jagged red cape. Around his neck, he has a gold bell that appears to be holding up his cloak. His face is shaven and has yellow eyes with dark gray circles around them, above them are thick eyebrows. Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and round, floating paws with five yellow fingers, and a large black nose. His scent is a blend of cinnamon and coffee. On his head, he wears a red top hat. He carries around a black cane with a gold tip with a ruby on it.

He Was Their King.

His yellow eyes squinted at the sleeping girl. He chuckled when he saw a gleam around her neck. He leaned over to his two commanding officers.

The first officer is a blue, bulky, bipedal mouse-like creature. He wears a red bandana and a red sleeveless shirt, a single tooth extending out of his mouth. Both of his eyes are concealed by the bandana, in addition to the eyepatch he wears on his left eye.

The second officer is a small bluish-white mouse bearing major resemblance to his underlings, suggesting that he might be highly-intelligent. He has large round ears and a large green mustache which takes up the majority of his face. He is piloting a red flying saucer

“There it is, boys,” he whispered, pointing to the girl’s brooch

“You telling us we came all this way for that? The small officer said

The small officer choked as the squeak king gripped him around his neck “that ‘cheap piece of costume jewelry’ is the only thing standing in our way, doc! Now go get it before the girl wakes up!”

The little mouse zoomed in his saucer to the sleeping girl. The saucer pulled out a mechanical arm and reached for the brooch. As the arm touched it, a bolt of electricity shot out of it, sending doc flying backwards and causing him to crash into a coal pile. The squeak king slapped himself on the forehead.

“Imbeciles,” he mumbled. “The squeakers could’ve been more effective and practical than this!” he stomped over to his minions and pushed them to the ground. “Watch and learn, Idiots!”

The squeak king crept to the girl and grinned evilly as his eyes beheld the gold brooch

“Yes,At last,” he chuckled, holding out his gray paws. “Nothing will stand in my way nowAAAAAAH!”

He jumped back as the brooch burned his paws. His yellow eyes were wide with confusion, but he growled in anger. He looked above the girl. He paused as he got a good look at the girl’s face.

The innocence it held was mesmerizing and he found himself running his hand through her soft, black hair.

“Pretty thing,” he mused “almost feel sorry that i have to take your precious brooch away”

But as he touched the silk ribbon, it had the same effect. The squeak king gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist. He cursed the witches for not telling him the brooch was enchanted! Then again, he should’ve guessed as much for something so powerful.

After a moment, he relaxed and smiled down at the girl

“No matter,” he said calmly but intimidating. “If we can’t take the brooch, we’ll just have the girl”

“You shall not touch her, you fiend!”

The squeak king gasped as a blue figure hopped and lashed out a sword the size of a pin. It was the nutcracker

“You!” the squeak king shouted “but...how?”

“Have at thee, Daroach!” the nutcracker challenged. “Leave the girl be and face your demise!”

“Stay out of this, metaknight! I was merciful turning you into wood rather than killing you! Let me go about my business and it will stay that way!”

“Your fight is with me! Leave adeleine Alone!”

“On the contrary, Nut Boy, this has nothing to do with you! I’m here for the girl. Just let me take her, and i’ll be on my way”

“Over my dead body!”

“Why? What’s she to you? Don’t you already have a girlfriend?”

“I would be with her, if it weren’t for you!”

“Oh yes, That’s right”

“The only way you’re going to get this girl is if you kill me!”

daroach rolled his eyes “Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it” he drew out a golden rod with a small box-like item on the end with a star symbol on each side of the cane. “All i want is the girl, but having the pleasure of destroying you is an added bonus”

He swiped the rod at the nutcracker, but he quickly ducked out of his swing.

“This isn’t a fair fight, daroach!” metaknight mocked “pick on somebody your own size!”

daroach ignored his comment and swung at him again, gasping as he nearly cut the girl

“Very well,” he snorted. The nutcracker leapt off and faced his opponent

“Just like old times, old chump,” daroach smirked, the chances of his survival were pretty high

The officers prepare to attack, but their leader raised his hand

“Don’t help, he’s mine!”

Daroach charged forth and there with a loud clang as metaknight blocked his blow.

“Why are you here, you rat?” the nutcracker demanded as he thrust his blade towards his adversary

“I told you,” the squeak king replied as he defended himself. “All i want is the girl”

“Why? What do you want with the girl?”

“That is my business and my business alone! If you had not meddled in my affairs long ago, you wouldn’t be in this mess”

The sounds of the foes fighting was enough to wake adeleine. her eyes fluttered open as she wearily lifted her head to see what was making the noises. She clutched her hand to her chest and realized that her nutcracker was gone

She lifted the thin blanket, but could not find him. Then she heard another clang and spun around to see her nutcracker over by the furnace, fighting, another small soldier she could not identify. She shook her head and closed her eyes

“I must be dreaming”

But when she opened them again, the strange battle was still going on. Surrounding the two foes was an army of little mice. The whole scene was bizarre to the girl.

“Did i just hit my head?” she questioned, putting her hand to her head

She didn’t understand what was going on, but frightened her that this horrifying rat was trying to hurt her nutcracker. The enemies’ weapons were pushing against each other, and the nutcracker was losing the struggle

Determined to save her beloved nutcracker, adeleine raced over to the battle. The squeakers scrambled so they wouldn't be stepped on by the large lady

“Looks like you’ve lost your touch, nut boy,” Daroach sneered

He screamed and dropped his rod as a giant hand snatched him up. adeleine brought the large rat to her furious face

“Leave him alone!” she bellowed

“Damn!” Daroach cursed “i forgot about you”

He was angry at the moment but couldn’t help admiring her enormous brown eyes and her fiery spirit. He smirked at the giant girl

“Now, don’t you think you should pick on someone your own size?”

The little gold bell around his neck glowed around her and Adeleine dropped the squeak king as he grew bigger. She glanced around and saw that the whole room was getting bigger. No! She was getting smaller! The shrinking stopped when she was half the size of the nutcracker with the cellar now the size of a gigantic cathedral.

“Wha..” she started to say

She looked up as she heard the squeaker chuckle, towering over her. He is so big that she thinks he’s going to swallow her whole and alive!

“Now, my little lady,” he sneered, “you’re mine”

She backed away as he slowly approached her

“Wh-who are you?” she stammered

“Oh yes, how rude of me” he bowed slightly, tipping his hat, Sliding with easy grace to his feet and taking hold of his hat, looking perfectly Etiquette.“my name’s Daroach, but my subjects call me… the squeak king”

Adeleine gasped “the...the squeak king?”

“Ah! You’ve heard of me then? Then you know why i’m here”

“Y-you’re here to hurt my nutcracker!”

“What, Him? He just happened to be here”

adeleine stopped as her back hit the wall. The squeak king smirked as he had her cornered and stuck his cane out at her

“No. i’m here for you, my dear”

She stared up at him in fright “M-me?”

daroach shrieked as metaknight’s sword poked him in the rear, causing him to drop her. He spun around and growled at his foe

“You’ll have to go through me first, You rat!” the nutcracker declared

Daroach narrowed his eyes ”so be it!”

“Mistress adeleine, Run!”

adeleine didn’t hesitate and slipped away from the squeak king

“No!” daroach cried while shielding himself from the nutcracker “squeakers, grab the girl!”

Adeleine squealed as the squeakers chased after her. The nutcracker saw her plight and looked over at the mouse hole. He pulled out his sword shouting “Waddle Dees, Charge!”

Out of the mouse hole were not mice, but strange creatures marched out. They have tan, pear-shaped faces, chestnut-colored eyes and no mouth. They have a round body, honey colored feet, small stubby arms, and rosy cheeks. Many of them brought out their spears. Two other knights, unlike the strange creatures appear to be metaknight’s commanding officers. and charge towards the squeakers

“Attack!”metaknight commanded

This diverted the squeakers’ attention from adeleine and towards the approaching army. Adeleine used their momentary distraction to escape and hid behind the coal pile

She heard a cry and turned to see the squeak king leading her nutcracker towards the fireplace of the furance. A few more steps and he would be burned alive! adeleine gasped as the nutcracker’s sword was pulled out of his grasp. Daroach then pointed his cane at the nutcracker.

“It’s over, you miserable, second-rate hunk of wood” he chuckled

Thinking fast, adeleine removed one of her slippers and threw it at the squeak king. It hit him square in the back of his head

“Ow!” he cried, spinning around. “Who threw that?!”

He growled when he saw Adeleine run from his sight. Meanwhile, metaknight scrambled for his weapon.

“Idiots!” daroach howled “I told you to get her!” he sighed “I have to do everything myself!”

The nutcracker charged him from behind, but daroach managed to turn around just in time. He used his hands to pin the nutcracker to the ground.

“Sorry to cut our battle short, nut boy,” daroach smirked, “but i have a little lady to catch”

“No,” metaknight uttered, attempting to rise

Three squeakers pounced on the nutcracker as the squeak king pursued the girl

As soon as adeleine saw that the squeak king was after her, she searched frantically for a place to hide.She then looked up at an old crate. She ran to the crate and slip through a small hole

daroach chuckled at her action “silly girl, thinking she can hide from me”

He went into the hole after her. He scanned the inside, trying to determine which piece of object the girl was hiding behind

“Where are you, my pretty~?” daroach called in a singsong voice “come out, come out, wherever you are!”

With a swipe of his paw, he turned over the pot and found nothing underneath

“While i do enjoy a fun game of hide-and-seek now and then, i simply haven’t the time right now”

He pushed over a tool box but was again unsuccessful

“I promise i won’t hurt you, lovely. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, whatsoever”

He kicked a box of matches, but that, too was empty

“you can run, but you can’t hide because i can smell your blood”

Meanwhile, adeleine Was Pressed up against the inside of an old cigar box. The darkness of the small box frightened her, but she was more afraid of the rat lurking outside as she held her breath from the bad smell of tobacco. What did he want with her?

“In fact,” he called, “why don’t you make things easy for us both and just hand over that pretty brooch of yours?”

adeleine puts her hand to her brooch. What did he want of her brooch? Why would he go through all this trouble for that?

“Your choice, my dear”

She held her breath as she heard him stop outside in front of the box

“Very well. If you won’t give yourself up, I’ll just have to hurt your precious nutcracker”

She gasped in fright. She realized her mistake too late to put her hand to her mouth. The box’s lid flung open and the squeak king grinned at the sight of her

“Gotcha!“

adeleine screamed as he snatched her up and flung her over his shoulder

“Let go of me!” she yelled, furiously beating her fists against his back

“My, my, my,” daroach snickered. “You’re a feisty one, playing coy, aren’t you? How charming!”

She did not reply, only continued pounding him

“Shhh, shhh,” he whispered, stroking her back “There there,none of that now. I promise you won’t be hurt”

She didn’t listen and persisted in trying to wrench herself out of grasp as he carried her. Meanwhile, metaknight struggled to fight off the squeakers, as did the waddle dees. They were outnumbered, and the squeaks are stronger. metaknight now had five on top of him

“Help!”

He turned at the sound of Adeleine’s voice and saw the squeak king carrying her towards the mouse hole

“Mistress Adeleine!” metaknight cried

He tried to shake the squeakers off his back, but no avail

“Somebody!” he shouted “save her!”

Daroach yelped as he once again felt something hit the back of his head. He turned around and searched for the culprit

“Ok, Seriously, What’s with all the bloody shoe-throwing?!” he demanded

suddenly, something jumped up from behind and grabbed him by the ears.

“Ow!” he cried out

As his head pulled back and he writhed in pain, he lost his grip on Adeleine, who landed on the floor with a thud. She looked up and saw that it was a pink haired fairy was attacking the fiend. he gasped when a pink circle with red feet came charging at him with a spear.

“Take That You brute!”

daroch shrieked as the pink balll started hitting him with the spear while the fairy was pulling his ears out of his scalp. Once he gotten over the shock, he used his arm to throw the pink ball across the room, reached back and grabbed the fairy by the throat. She screamed as he flung her over his head to bring them face to face

“Why you little brat!” He grunted between his teeth “I never liked fairies or children!”

“Hey!” Adeleine exclaimed “You Leave Her alone!”

daroach turned his head towards the pretty girl, who then she’d done something stupid once again and ran off. The fairy squealed as the squeak king dropped her. He brought out his golden rod and resumed his chase

“This girl is really getting on my nerves,” he growled

Adeleine looked around for a new hiding place. She found herself at the bottom of a pile of clutter.She gazed up at it, intimidated by how tall it now was in comparison to her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the squeak king right on her tail. There was nowhere to go but up

She climbed onto the handle of a shovel. She ran along it until she reached the trunk. Grunting in annoyance, daroach went up after her. adeleine shrieked as she made her way up climbing. Normally, daroach would’ve high jump her into his arms, but he was too endorsed into the thrill of the chase to bother.

“You may be difficult, my pretty” he shouted up to her, “but you know what they say: the harder they catch, the better they are!”

He caught up to her and adeleine ducked behind a box of light bulbs. She squealed when he pierced his golden rod through the bulb, shattering it. She climbed upwards as fast as she could.

“You can’t run forever!” daroach taunted

adeleine was panting as she climbed faster and faster. Soon, she found herself at the top of the pile of clutter where a wood crate stood. She looked around frantically. Where she go now? There was nothing but open space, now nowhere to hide.

She gasped when she heard a dark chuckle behind her. She spun around and collapsing in fear. The squeak king smiled wickedly as he crept nearer

“You see? He smirked “now there’s nowhere left for you to run. It’s just you and me, my beauty.”

adeleine closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. daroach was taken aback at her sudden look of defeat and lowered his triple star wand.

Yes, a beauty she was. Her eyes were shut in fright, yet her lashes fell gently over them. As she quivered, a strand of her black hair fell over her face. daroach then felt the strange urge to reach out his hand and brush it away

adeleine cautiously opened her eyes, confused by the gray squeaker's unexpected gesture. Her brown eyes met his yellow ones that dilated as they fixated on her. adeleine became even more confused, as he seemed to be looking at her not with malice, but...tenderness

Adeleine’s eyes went wide with surprise and Her cheeks were red as a blooming red rose. At first she was terrified, but the girl gasped and put her hand to her mouth and said "Oh!".

“A beauty indeed…” he murmured. For a shrunken girl, She's Charming Than Any Porcelain Doll And Cuter Than Any Rag Doll.

Neither of them saw that the golden bell around the squeak king’s neck started glowing, as did adeleine’s brooch. They didn’t even notice the two trinkets slowly rising, reaching out to each other, bringing their bearers closer together

Once she realized that their faces were only a few inches away, adeleine snapped herself back into reality and backed away

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

daroach quickly shook off her sensations and regained his malicious composure

“My dear, i fear that might be quite impossible, as I can’t take you without touching you”

“Now, come along, my dear” daroach smirked. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm. As soon as he did, a light, a bright flash, brighter than the sun pulsed from adeleine’s brooch and knocked daroach back with such a great force that released his hold on the girl and fell from the pile to the floor. The squeakers gasped at the sight of their leader falling and some of them rush to his aid in the form of a pile just in time to catch him. His hat was removed as he put his hand to his head.

“Oh, my aching head…” he groaned

His eyes widened when he noticed the waddle dees approaching him

“Retreat!” he bellowed

The squeakers ceased their fighting and rushed into mouse hole

“This isn’t over yet, my pretty!” daroach shouted up to adeleine as the squeakers carried him off

adeleine waited until the last bit of the squeaks has disappeared into the mouse hole before climbing back to the ground

“Goodness…”

“are you alright?”

She gasped and turned sharply towards the nutcracker slowly approaching her, holding her slipper in his hand. She was silent as he gently slid it on her foot. She couldn’t help but think he looked even handsomer at this size, but shook it off when she remembered her situation.

“You’re…” she stammered, “You...and that…”

She looked around at the waddle dees

Her eyes rolled back as her legs gave out beneath her. The nutcracker caught her before she hit the floor

“Wow!” the fairy marveled “she’s even prettier at this size!”

“Poyo” the pink ball nods in agreement

adeleine’s eyes slowly opened and she glanced around to find that her surroundings had not changed

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

Everyone shook their heads

“I’m afraid this is quite real,” metaknight said as he helped her to her feet

“You’re alive,” adeleine uttered “all of you?"

She yelped as the fairy flung her arms around her waist

“Finally!” the little fairy squealed “Now i get to hug you back!”

“ribbon!” said metaknight “you’ll overwhelm the poor girl!”

“ribbon?” adeleine said in awe

“Yup!” ribbon exclaimed, stepping away. “And that’s kirby”

“Hi!” The little pink ball jumped and waved

metaknight bowed “We are all at your service, my lady”

The commanding officers and the other soldiers did the same; as do kirby and ribbon. adeleine’ face flushed pink

adeleine gazed at the nutcracker in awe.

So the story was right, then” she whispered “you are a prince!”

metaknight frowned “I was going to be, anyway, until that fiend daroach cursed me and took my queen”

“queen”

“The fairy queen,” he sighed, gazing off into space “My queen”

“So that was really him? The squeak king?”

“Yes,” the nutcracker growled “I’m not sure how he found me, but apparently wasn’t looking for me”

All eyes were on adeleine and she hid her face behind her hands

“Whatever does he want adeleine for?” ribbon inquired

“Nothing good, that’s for sure!” the sword knight huffed

“That puzzles me as well,” metaknight said, rubbing his chin. “I mean adeleine’s just an ordinary Girl” he looked down at her “No offense. It’s just i don’t understand why he would want you you in particular”

adeleine touched her golden brooch “he...he said he wanted my brooch”

“Really? Ribbon said, taking a closer look at the pendant. “It’s a pretty thing, that’s for sure, but it’s nothing the squeak king would get so worked up about”

“But it did something!” adeleine pointed out “I saw it! It knocked the squeak king senseless!”

“Still I don’t know how it did that! she insisted “He...he touched me and it started glowing and I don't know what happened exactly!”

“Hmm,” metaknight pondered, staring at the necklace. “Maybe it’s not just some cheap piece of costume jewelry after all. I Wonder…”

He reached out and touched the brooch. He retracted his hand with a yelp

“You. there’s certainly some sort of magic in it”

“Did it hurt you?” adeleine asked, taking his hand

“Just a little, but i don’t think anyone can touch it”

“But when i touch it, it does nothing”

“Maybe because you’re wearing it. That would explain why daroach decided to take you instead of just taking the brooch”

“But why? What’s so special about it? You know, besides the strange magic?”

“I’m not sure, but if daroach wants something magical, it must be for something dangerous. Best that you keep that brooch on so he doesn’t get his hands on it”

adeleine froze “You mean he might come after me again?!”

“Most likely, daroach’s a very persistent man. No doubt he regain his bearings, he’ll plan another attack”

Adeleine gulped and glanced at her huge surroundings. “Oh, dear! Everything’s so big! What should happen if my matron wakes up and finds me the size of a mouse?”

metaknight stepped toward the mouse hole and squinted into the darkness

“Daroach and the squeaks came through here. This must be an entrance into the land of dreams”

Adeleine shivered “Do you really think he’ll come back?

“If he does,” sword knight said, drawing out his sword, “We’ll be ready”

“We can’t just sit and wait for him to attack again,” metaknight pointed out. “He might bring more squeakers next time. We barely got out of this battle alive. If we’re going to defeat the squeak king once and for all, we’ll have to attack him when he least expects it”

ribbon peered into the mouse hole “You’re not going in there, are you?”

“I Must,” the nutcracker said, drawing his sword. “He’s holding my queen captive. It is my sworn duty to rescue her! Because I was powerless.... She was locked away in the castle, where she remains now”

“What about me?” adeleine demanded “I mean the squeak king is after me, not to mention i’m now much smaller than him

metaknight lashed his rapier “It’s possible that if the squeak king dies, all of his enchantments, including the one he has on you, will be broken”

The young lady’s eyes widened in horror “You’re not going to kill him, are you?”

It’s the only way,” the nutcracker insisted, “If I am ever to be reunited with the fairy queen and you are ever to be your size again”

“We’ll Join you on your quest” sword knight said, saluting his superior

metaknight shook his head. “No, sword knight. If we bring an army to the land of dreams, daroach will see us coming. I Must go alone and catch the squeak king while he’s off-guard”

“But the squeakers!” Blade knight reminded him “You won’t stand a chance fighting them alone!

“Even if you slay the squeak king,” sword knight said, “No doubt the squeakers will attack you!”

The nutcracker rubbed his chin in thought. “Then wait until you wake again tomorrow night. If this portal takes me to the edge of the land of dreams, it will take at least a day’s journey to get to the castle on foot. Wait twenty-four hours before following me. daroach might be too distracted waiting for my arrival to notice an army approaching. Even if he does notice you coming, he’ll take his focus off of me. Either way, we can use it to our advantage”

The general nodded and saluted again.

Then the fairy noticed that something glittered in pocket of Adeleine's white robe. She asked “What is it?”

Young lady dug in her pocket and took out her paintbrush that shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. Ribbon squeaked ”You have a magic sign!”

“Wait, What ?” adeleine asked questionly

“Well, this may seem like an abrupt .question, but… do like colors or drawing?”

“Yep, I do love love them both!” Adeleine smiled

“I’ve grown up among all the colors of the rainbow Ever Since i was born”

She looked the brush and realized it might be a wand that brings drawings to popping out and come to life

Maybe she might accompanied the nutcracker on journey to the land of dreams

“Wait,” adeleine said, grabbing the nutcracker’s hand. “I’m coming with you”

“Out of the question!” metaknight exclaimed “It could be dangerous! Besides, the squeak king’s greatest enemy traveling with the wearer of an object he desires will attract even more attention! And if we should get captured…”

“I don’t think he can hurt me,” adeleine claimed, touching her necklace. “I think this brooch and this paintbrush protects me somehow. Besides,i can’t stay here! I won’t freeze like the others in the morning. If my wicked matron finds me, she’ll faint, or if she might step on me!”

“She has a point” said sword knight

“And if we should be attacked, at least you’ll be there to protect me”

metaknight sighed in defeat. “Alright, but don’t say i didn’t warn you”

“We’ll come along too!” ribbon volunteered

“Oh no,” adeleine insisted “I couldn’t ask you to…”

“We’re not as fragile as we look!” ribbon huffed holding kirby like a ball

“Are you certain? metaknight asked the two “the journey’s long and if we are attacked We’ll give those ruffians what-for!”

He sighed. “It’s settled then. adeleine and these two will accompany me, and the rest of you will follow tomorrow night. Any objections?”

Everyone was silent

“Very well.” the nutcracker took Adeleine’s hand “You ready, my lady?”

Iris looked into the darkness of the mouse hole. The path ahead of her frightened her, but she knew she had to be brave. She had to get back to her own size and she had promised herself that she would protect the nutcracker at all costs. Now that shew the story had been true, she could not rest until her nutcracker was reunited with his true love

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m Ready”

[bluberimufim]

THIS IS THE PERFECT QUESTION FOR ME!!!!!!

I'm an artist and I use colour A LOT in my stories for Symbolism(TM). Colours always mean something in my stories. I never let the curtains just be blue.

Let's do a quick-fire round of all my WIPs! Oh boy, it's gonna be a rambly one!

I've talked about this a bit about "Black and White" but it's pretty much this: red is associated with (doomed) love and sexual attraction, which is why Lucille and August are both associated with it, being the love interests of Diedrich and Darius respectively.

Black and white, as in the title, represents a connection to the Man in Black and White, a sort of lovecraftian entity that people sell their souls to, which is something Diedrich, Markov, and eventually Darius have done. Diedrich almost exclusively wears white suits and is associated with snow and (white) dust. Markov used to be blonde and have blue eyes, but after being punished by the Man in Black and White, his appearance changed and now he has black hair, and he has one black eye and one white eye (which he covers with the eyepatch). Darius wears all of Alphonse's outfits but in monochrome, is associated with ink, and uses a black and white waistcoat as part of his costume when he sets out to start a solo career.

In the dystopia WIP, everyone is associated with a colour, but I want to focus on two pairs of characters: Veera and Alexis, and Cristover and Nester. These two pairs kinda have some parallels in the way that they're defined by colour.

Veera and Alexis are a couple. They fall in love when Veera is sent to kill Alexis. Initially, Veera sees Alexis as the person she hates the most (her being a traumatized veteran and Alexis being the owner of the army she fought in), and Alexis sees Veera as the hot new swordfighter joining their honour guard (because Veera is undercover). Veera is associated with red and Alexis with gold. As they fall more and more in love, their palettes start to mix - Veera wears more gold and Alexis wears more red. There's even a scene where Alexis only wears red, near the conclusion of their story (Veera never gets around to wearing 100% gold bc it's hard to draw and also looks kinda tacky with the type of outfits she wears).

There's even a scene at the beginning where Veera thinks something like "Alexis is like a diety. If I stabbed them through the chest, I bet they would bleed gold". And at the end of their arc, what happens? Veera stabs Alexis through the chest with a golden knife (made of all her melted military medals) and Alexis bleeds. Red, like a regular person.

Nester and Cristover are siblings, or at least that's what Cris believes. In truth, Cristover is the son of two of Nester's slaves servants, and when he goes to present himself as his long-lost brother, he instead gets identified to pay his parents' debt. Now, Nester is represented by silver and Cristover by green (the opposite of Veera and Alexis), and despite them getting increasingly close, Nester's palette does not budge. This is to demonstrate the master-servant relationship between them that Veera and Alexis never had, but also to show that Nester doesn't care about Cris. And Cris, meanwhile, gets all his colour washed away as his spirit is broken until the only colour on him are his bright green eyes, which he once thought were one of the defining traits that marked him as Nester's younger brother.

"Devourer of Souls" is a bit harder to answer for, since it's not as developed as the other two. But what I have is this: the Goddess of Time (she's 100% the villain, just to make things clear) is associated with red and white. She has two twin daughters, named Teo and Jane, which represent the characters of Snow White and Rose Red respectively. Seth, who hates the Goddess's guts, is represented by green - she lives in a huge field and her healing powers are nature-flavoured, she's a cottagecore girlie.

Anyway - sheesh, that was a lot of writing! Hope you liked the answer!

Blorbo Blursday #4

What color represents your character best? Is this their favorite color or something completely different?

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

By the time all the fighting against monsters era came to an end and their lives were peaceful for the first time ever, Max’s legs were fully disabled, Billy was permanently attached to an oxygen tank, and Steve had an eyepatch and hearing aids. After spending a few months doing nothing besides watching movies, football games, and playing Monopoly a sickening amount of times, they decided they needed something new. They had a comfortable sum of money they managed to ween out of the government. They were safe in their three bedroom double wide. The walls were thin and the fire alarms would start beeping as soon as the stove turned on, but it was home to the three of them. More of a home than either of them had ever had.

Steve and Billy shared a room. It took them a while to get along past awkward silences and childish bickering. But, eventually Billy let down some of his walls and Steve stopped the endless snark. Max lived with her headphones on most days. The boys were lucky if she exited her room and ate dinner with them in the beginning. And eventually they were inseparable.

But, eventually, they got bored. Max would get lonely with all her friends away at school while she got tutored from home. Steve and Billy wanted to work. They felt useless without responsibilities.

They went to the shelter after a month of endless wandering about each day trying to pin point why they all felt antsy.

“How are we supposed to decide which one we take home,” Steve crouched down as a plump puppy waddled it’s way over to him. It licked his hand and he laughed before looking up at Billy and Max.

Billy looked around and Max shrugged her shoulders. She bent down almost painfully to reach a different puppy by the right wheel of her chair.

Billy made his way over to a big cage in the center of the kennel area. A thin, raggedy looking Great Dane laid sprawled and panting happily before him. White hairs decorated her coat and one of her eyes were showing signs of blindness. Very similar to Steve’s dead eye. He smiled at her and spooked a little when her head suddenly popped up to look behind him.

Steve’s hand touched the cage and Billy looked up at him. Both their eyes wide as they made contact.

A worker seemed to notice their interest because a voice broke their moment, “This is Franny,” she patted the cage, “As you can see she’s blind in her left eye and she doesn’t walk too well. We can’t tell how old she is, but we know she doesn’t have the longest time left.”

Max had wheeled herself over and stuck a finger in the cage, face serene, “How much for her?”

The worker smiled big at the three of them circling the cage, “Free actually.”

Steve held onto Billy’s arm for a moment as he stood back up, “We’ll take her.”

Billy blinked back some tears that threatened to spill as Franny barked almost like the puppies around them. He opened the cage and sat to wait as she slowly stood up and walked to him. Her breath wasn’t pretty but he let her lick him anyway.

Steve sat by him as the lady went to grab the paperwork and he felt Max roll over to his other side.

“She’s beautiful,” Max ran a hand over Franny’s head and scratched gently.

Steve waved his patch at her and giggled like a child when she laid down and set her paw on his lap.

Billy laughed when she rose her pretty dark eyes up at him as she rested her head again.

“Welcome to the family, Old Girl.”

“You’re a sap, Hargrove.”

[secretqueennacho]

Yandere Gojo

headcanons / drabble idk what to call it

the part two

u were a pretty boy / girl yes you are studying in college under medical science , had a pretty boyfriend and running a bakery. lately you were getting vey strange messages and letters .

It was a normal day you were running a bakery it was at the last store end at the street , rarely any customer come to the store but there was this guy with white hair , wearing a eyepatch and a mask, he was regular customer .

he came into the store wearing the same outfit , greeted u with a "hello beautiful , how are you doin' " you greeted back with a " good morning Mr. no face " "what do you want to order " the guy answered " oh darling u know what i want " he wants you gurl he then proceeds to laugh {a creepy one } .

It was the mochi with vanilla icing on top with some chocolate Crips with matcha coting on top with mango with chocolate filing . your favorite , u some time creeped out by him because he orders were always so specific and detailed with your favorite foods

you gave up your thoughts and started packing his mochis . he left after some time of chatting . some customers came took their orders and and left it was pretty late , u checked the time and made your way out to your dorm

yet u were here again with a letter written in blood and a elegant rose . throwing the letter away u decided to take a shower and eat some food

while showering : u get into your shower with on clothes on and u start thinking about the white haired guy and his creepy laugh , after some time u decide to come out of shower and dry yourself . while drying somehow u felt like some one was there in your dorm except you .

a/n : hi birdies i am posting this at a request , part two will be out soon . stay safe stay hydrated .

[karolzupa]

The Crew Redesign Describtion

I transcripted the crew’s new look describtions since we don’t have Chip’s and Gillion’s offcial art (yet....? hopefully). I also added the rest of the crew so anyone can give it their own spin. Grizlly’s description is word for word, but with the rest of the boys I just wrote down the pointers. English is not my native tounge so be kind with my spelling!

Chip Redesign

Hair shoulder length, more tamed and fluffed out. You can see the earring poking out. Has chin stubble (a lil bit). On top of the head he’s got a red pirate hat with brown on the inside and some gold accents on it. He has a pirate coat, matches the hat. Mainly red but has gold and silver, brown on it, with belts and buttons on it. No shirt. Flame tattoos coming up his chest and up onto his neck. The coat goes all the way down, unbuttoned. Brown sash around it at the waist. A whole bunch of belts, knives and this type beat bullshit. Two short swords sheathed. Design is overall cluttered, with accents. Pants are black with gold trinkets coming off them, chains. Scars from “his trauma” are visible. “He wears it proudly”

Jay Ferin Redesign

White, cotton, square neckline top, with very short sleeves. On the back is clearly visible the feather tattoo from Alport. On the neck she has a double-layered, golden necklace. Has a leather, brown, below bust corset. It leads to her old jacket that is now tied around her waist. Underneath it is a little belt that is attached to the thigh pouch, that is also wrapped around her left thigh. She has black leather knee-highs that fit loosely around her upper calf, with black cotton going up. Ha fingerless gloves that buckle around and reach around her wrist a little bit. Her hair is down, no ponytail. Still has Ferin pin in her hair, but it's pushing her bangs of to the sides so they don't cover her face at all. 

Gillion Tidestrider Redesign

Layered armor, ridiculous shoulder pauldrons. Hair tied up in a manbun. He ditched the shell like armor and is opting for a more traditional fantasy armor look. More spiked, the shoulder pads are very exaggerated. Blue, black and gold, matching with the Destiny's Blade. The gauntlets are larger and chunkier and have a worrying energy (the helping hands flavor). The Destiny's Blade has side sheath attached to his armor, this gold and black, pretty but minimalistic sheath. The pearl fragment is sitting in the base into the swords, where the crescent moon symbol was. On the bottom of helping hands you can see shower heads spray nozzles. You see creeping out of the neck piece reddish lighting scarring. 

Ollie redesign

Ollie’s brown hair has come to grow quite long and untamed, and he now has it braided on both sides, intertwined with two red streaks. He’s wearing the eyepatch [...], flipping it up and down over his bright green eyes.His outfit is comfortable but fit for a young pirate. A black wool shirt with Chip’s old bandana tied around his arm and gold plated leather belt of Mount Giant Strength wrapped around his waist. He is wearing a red furline sleeveless vest, some dark striped pants and brown leather boots. He’s fucking adorable.

Alphonse redesign

Alphonse originally was made from some brass metal, but has received some nice chrome plating all around with gold accents. His face has been molded to resemble a skull, but he still sports that black handlebar mustache under those glowing yellow eyes. He wears a small white cowboy hat with the Riptide jolly roger on the front with goggles and gears resting on the brim. He wears a white collared shirt and black striped vest and a red bowtie with a clock as the brooch. The sleeves roll up to reveal black steel anchors affixed to both forearms, connected by a long chain that wraps around him through the leather harness around his chest. To finish it off, he is in some black leather chaps with a cog for the belt buckle and tall chrome cowboy boots with cogs as the spears. And if you look closely you can see, engraved on his forearm are the letters ALF-0NZ3.

Gryphon redesign

Gryphon has got some warrior braids in his swept back black and white hair. He’s wearing an open chest black blazer with green accents and a Riptide jolly roger printed on the side. He wears a few wire necklaces lined with bullet casing as well as two cross belts in the shape of an X with all of his specialized ammunition. This ends with another belt of bullets wrapped around the thigh over black cargo pants, ending in leather buckle combat boots. Over his shoulder there is a forest green cape with a little bit of fluff on the top, giving him the option to cover the massive six-barrel gun that replaces his left arm.

Drey Ferin redesign

He’s wearing all black, with a deep v neck pirate shirt and a long pirate captain’s coat with golden filigree and an accentuated collar. He’s wearing this deep blue scarf that's pinned by his old Ferin emblem. Matching that same color sash around his waist, just below an oversized belt. [...] custom-made arm slings and restrictors that function both as leather armor and a way to keep his arms from flopping all over the place.

[unladielike]

    Though Hayate can be surprisingly open-minded and thoughtful, there could be no denying the fact he lacked the same cheeriness Vivian possessed; in fact, the difference between their personalities was like night and day, one may be surprised they even managed to get along at all... but through some miracle, they did, causing Alex to frequently have to hear about it.

    "Nah, you're good! To be fair, it's not like Hayupin would even be around to hear us gossiping about him... and yup, for as much as I enjoy giving him a hard time, he's still endlessly endearing! Then again, maybe I just manage to be fortunate enough to draw out his more delightful traits," she soon points out, allowing natural mirth to seep it's way through her tone. ...In fact, their relationship could pretty much be summed up as the 'me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic' meme, because ultimately, Hayate was unpredictable, to the point where he may be an asshole to another, but a tsundere with a big gap moe to someone else.

    Whatever the case, though, it doesn't take long for her to retrieve the phone back from Alex's hands before tapping out of the Draw screen and letting out a loud snicker when she proceeds to accidentally emulate her. "Seems to me you've been vivified!" Vivian jokes while subsequently scooting over on the bed so her girlfriend would have more space beside her.

    "G'raha Tia, huh? Now, that's definitely another cute 2D boy!" she later acknowledges. Granted, Vivian had never really played Final Fantasy XIV if only due to the fact Granblue Fantasy just had way more attractive looking characters, but from the screenshots posted online, she could definitely see the appeal. "Visually speaking, though, Thancred is more my type. I just personally find Nehan more up my alley because while it's true he doesn't have the same white hair Eustace does, he does wear an eyepatch, which boosts his hotness factor by fifty percent in my opinion," Vivian states, only to blink when Alex admits to liking Vikala more.

    "Whoa, really? Is it due to the fact her non-white haired version is a much cuter version of me? Still, I do know what you mean, since compared to all the Zodiacs, her design is the best! It's just a shame Cygames made her 14." Sure enough, she manages a sigh and sets her phone down next to her. Come to think of it, most of the Zodiac characters were adolescent girls, which was certainly a questionable decision in of itself. "But speaking of Granblue Fantasy, Lexy, how do you feel about cosplaying characters from it? Of course, I only ask, due to the fact I get the feeling you'd make a great Djeeta! Plus, I might be able to convince Hayupin to make you an outfit."

『🔧』 Alex had only wished that she had turned around in time to be able to catch Vivian's phone, should she have indeed dropped it. She was thankful, at least, that her reflexes were fast enough to catch it before it hit the ground - and, as she suspected, whatever she saw truly was valuable enough to warrant such masterful reflexes. Not that it would have mattered much, since her bedroom floor was carpeted, but it was nonetheless impressive!

"Yeah... I- I figured Hayate wasn't that kinda person. I- I mean, no offense to him or anything! As long as he's not, like-... a drag to be around or anything, then- then it's fine. Even if he is allergic to his own happiness." The only people she's ever known to be prone to such behaviour, of course, are those who are invariably annoyed with someone, to the point where nothing they say really has an impact on them. Lord knows, she's gotten in a few moods with coworkers that's rendered her in such a state.

"Regardless-" She stops herself, just for a moment - letting out a chuckle as she hands Vivian's phone back to her. "God, I'm starting to sound like you. Uhm- regardless, though, that is a pretty hot catboy. I don't blame you! I mean..." Just as quickly as she sits down, she lays back on her bed, looking up at her ceiling. "He's no G'raha Tia, but... he's alright, I guess."

It looks as though some of Vivian's nerdy tendencies have rubbed off on Alex after all. Maybe she's just trying a little harder to relate to her, it would appear... at least, up until she decides to speak again. "... I've always been more partial to Vikala, anyway. And- and, no, I'm not just saying that because she's the only other Granblue Fantasy character I've seen art of!"