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vaguelyapeanutbutterandjelly · 2 years ago

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Tism, but military propaganda

Task force 141 x Autistic!Gn!Reader Warnings: None really A/N: I feel like theres a good chunk of the cod fandom is people who saw the mw2 remake and heard "A new hand touches the beacon". But with a special interest y'know, anyways shout out the the autistic propaganda enjoyers, I love y'all. John Price

Once you tell Price, he had to do a lot of research. He knew autism existed and you would have sensory needs because of it, but that was about it.

He goes through his entire house to make sure you'd be comfortable in it (When he learned how certain fabrics make you feel he found any he had in his house and chucked them in the bin.)

Horrible at remembering information and lore about your special interest(s), that doesn't mean he doesn't try though.

Every time you start talking about it Price stops what he's doing if he can and listens to you and asks questions even if it's a very niche topic.

Sometimes when he has a stack of paperwork to do he'll ask you to talk to him about it because he knows it makes you happy and he loves your voice.

When he can, Price will stock up on all of your safe foods so even while he's deployed you'll have a little stash to eat. When his missions last months on end don't be surprised if you find "random" packages of your safe foods and snacks at your doorstep.

If or when you both move in together, you have free rein to make the house perfect for your needs.

Posters, figures or stuffies you want to put around the house because they make you happy? Weird little thing you picked up on a whim that looks a little questionable? Copious amounts of little trinkets?

Put them anywhere you'd like.

Tell him offhandedly one day about how much you despise the overhead lights in rooms Price is already asking your opinions on different small lamps.

Doesn't completely understand what stimming is but he's supportive. He buys you any fidget toys, chew-able things or anything of the like if you want them.

He'll be a little concerned if you vocal stim a lot but tell him it's a normal thing and he'll just say "Oh, alright"

The second you start getting overstimulated or just done with being in public, Price already has his keys out. If your not happy he's not happy, if he can you'll find yourself out of that situation and going home in record timing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Lets be honest, Ghost is too.

When you tell him he gives you a thumbs up and asks what some of your sensory needs are.

His special interest is anything knives, so if yours is anything related to knives you're in luck. One of the only times he'll be extremely talkative is if you ask him about them.

For the most part though, Ghost prefers to listen to you talk about what you like. He likes listening to your voice, it calms him down.

If you see some merch of something you really love, or a stuffed animal of your favorite animal he'll not-so-discreetly use his military money to good use.

Not only is Ghost extremely good at listening to you talk about your special interest(s), but he has a weirdly good memory when it comes to it as well.

He could forget what he had for breakfast but he could repeat that fun fact you told him a week ago word for word.

Not great at cooking, actually pretty bad at it, but if he can find a recipe on a dish that you love he'll make sure that it's cooked perfectly to how you like it. Just for you.

Ghost understands how hard it can be to de-mask, both literally and mentally, and he still struggles sometimes on what is him and what is his mask. So if you start trying to learn to de-mask more he'll be extremely supportive.

If you ever go non-verbal around him, Ghost would not care at all (In a good way)

Most likely already knows BSL if you want to sign with him, otherwise he doesn't mind trying to find a way to communicate.

Chances are if you start getting over stimulated or uncomfortable somewhere, he doesn't want to be there either so he'll be happy to just up and leave. If you're too nervous to excuse yourself, he'll bluntly tell whoever is there that you're both leaving and do just that.

Ghost doesn't stim a lot but he loves when you do. He sees it as you feeling safe and comfortable enough around him that you're open with your expression.

When he goes on deployment, he always leaves some little trinket he knows you'll love on the kitchen counter for you to find

Usually it's a new fidget, something related to your special interest, or something skull related

He always feels so happy when he sees or hears you stimming around him in any way, it just reminds him how he loves you. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

The king of making sure all your needs are met

Also, amazing communication skills, he always makes sure to check in with you to see how you're doing throughout the day

If you let him, he'll host little 'slumber parties' where he'll gather a bunch of snacks, blankets and let you pick a show/movie for you both to watch.

Bonus points if it's something you've seen a million times before, he loves when you know little tid-bits about your favorite movies

Loves listening to you talk about any special interest you may have

He's a curious lad so expect him to ask a lot of questions about everything

Off topic, Gaz makes really good french toast.

Gaz is really good at memorizing the brands you like, he absolutely refuses to buy you a different brand without consulting you first.

"Angel, they're out of the normal one, should I get something else or forget it?"

Researches your special interest(s), especially if it's really niche or taboo, so he can keep up with you

If he sees anything with your special interest on it he'll buy it without a thought if you don't stop him

He finds any of your stimming adorable

If you own any chelwery/things to chew on he'd get interested and buy one for himself

Absentmindedly gnaws on it when he's doing something mundane, not a big fan of how much it makes him salivate though

If you get overstimulated when you're both out and about Gaz would find a quiet and secluded area for you both to take a break at.

If you tell him you just want to head home he won't judge you, he'd do anything to make sure you're happy and comfortable John 'Soap' Mactavish

*Cough* diagnosed ADHD *cough*

Will spend 30 minutes looking at two different brands of one of your safe food trying to remember which is the 'good' one

He ended up having to call you after he started convincing himself you didn't even like the food

Heard you joking about liking sharks once and now he buys everything shark themed he saw

100% will talk to people if you don't want to/feel uncomfortable talking

Will also punch someone if they make fun of your autistic traits within 50 miles of him

He'll trade facts about your special interests for facts about different explosives

Soap would try to teach you how to make a bomb

Soap would deny ever trying to teach you how to make a bomb

Soap would high five you if you ever "somehow" learned how to make a bomb and then blew something up with it

If you don't like overhead lights because they're icky he'll replace all of the normal lights in the house with disco bulbs

Can't fold like a wet tissue to bright lights if you're too busy boogieing

Usually hates doing dishes by hand because of, ironically, the soap

But if it comes down to it and you cringe at the mere thought of touching wet food, he'd happily wash dishes in your honor

He knows that he can be pretty loud so when he's around you he'll make a conscious effort to be a little quieter

Painfully oblivious most of the time so if you start to get overstimulated and need to leave someplace, you’ll probably have to point blank tell him

Once you do though you're both out of there

Soap does everything short of picking you up and sprinting to the exit

--------------- Hope this was good, please don't steal this and reposts are appreciated. Thanks for readin'

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wearehea · 2 years ago

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STAR-CROSSED READERS, pt.1

Synopsis: What you thought would be an ordinary shift at the university library turns out to be much more interesting when a student named Han Jisung shows up to return a book.

Fic contents: han jisung x afab reader, college/library AU, reader is slightly older than Han, fluff, mentions of agoraphobia, smut coming in the next parts, English is writer's second language.

Please be indulgent if you review, I haven't tried to write fics since I've been bullied because my writing was "horrendous" haha

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When you open the door to the library, the moon is still out in the sky, shining brightly like a lone sequin on a velvet dress. As much as you are not a morning person, you can appreciate such a pretty sight. In this light, the place looks like a church—huge glass windows, a high ceiling, and rows upon rows of books. And at the very center of it all, perched on a wooden estrade, is your desk. Looking at it now, you feel content. Sure, the hours are long, but it's quiet enough, and there aren't many jobs that allow you to read on the clock. You always work opening or closing shifts, as per your own request. It's the only way you don't feel too bothered by your agoraphobia.

You turn on your computer, practically an antique, and smile at the comforting buzzing sound. Then, you pick out your favorite mug from the top drawer of your desk and pour yourself steaming hot coffee from a thermos. Nobody's here yet. Just you, coffee, and books. Heaven.

Or at least, it was heaven for the first few hours of your shift. Right now, it's past 11 a.m., and the public library is jam-packed—exam season is to blame. It's mostly quiet, but you can feel the stress of every student radiating, their anguish seeping into you as if you're one of them. On top of the uneasy atmosphere, a line has formed at your desk with no sign of discontinuing. It seems every student chose this particular day to ask for your help on some matter. You're barely a few years older than these university students and sometimes feel lacking in experience. Adding your sensitivity on top of that makes this shift proper hell.

"This book's cover is practically rotting," you sigh.

The student in front of you looks at you sheepishly.

"Let me guess... Your thermos leaked into your bookbag, and you didn't notice?"

He nods slowly.

"I'm sorry, miss."

You feel anger rise within your body. Doesn't he know how precious a book is? Not to mention that you'll have to ask your boss to buy a new copy. What if somebody else really needed that book to prep for their exams?

You take a look at the lad in front of you. He looks exhausted, his eyebags practically reaching the floor.

"Look... I should freeze your account for a month, but I can tell it's probably the last thing you need right now. Why don't you just pay the $3 fine, and we'll say that'll suffice?"

The sleep-deprived young man lets out a relieved sigh.

"Yeah... thank you, miss!" He smiles, giving you the fine in small copper coins.

"Next, please," you sigh again, counting each little coin and taking the next person's book without looking up.

You finish putting away the money and scan the barcode in one swift move. Only then do you look up, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

In front of you is the cutest guy you've ever laid eyes upon. Dressed in full winter gear with a padded jacket and a beanie, he still looks like he's freezing, a cold-induced blush spreading across his cheeks and ears. His big round eyes are looking straight into your soul, the dark pupils almost sparkling in the yellow light of your desk lamp. A beep from the computer brings a stop to your staring, reminding you at the same time that you just rudely ogled a perfect stranger. Your turn to blush—but not from the cold.

The computer flashes bright red. Here we go again...

"-This book is more than two months overdue," you state desperately. It's really not your day.

The cute guy breaks out into an embarrassed rant.

"I-I know, I'm really sorry. It's just... I've been really busy and forgot about it and..."

Gosh, he's so cute. There's something hauntingly special about him. He's not the first student to blurt out a lame excuse to you this morning, but you sense a genuineness emanating from him that hits your soft spot.

You quickly scan the surroundings. Calm has returned to the library for the last few minutes, and most of the staff has gone out for lunch. Taking a book from the top of your personal pile of borrowed novels, you place it in front of him. It's a collector's edition of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials, with a blue and gold hardcover. It's one of your favorites, a book you've read a dozen times.

"Alright... I won't say anything. You don't have to pay the tardiness fee."

Apollo continues apologizing profusely, his eyes widening even further.

"Wait, no, I don't want you to be in trouble."

You start smiling at his flustered speech, and then, accidentally or not, his hand brushes yours, which still lies on the book cover.

Time stops. An electrical current rushes through your body, wrapping you in a delightful sensation of...Warmth, comfort... Desire? You cant seem to find the words. Your jaw drops. Tentatively, you look up at him—does he feel it too?

He looks like he has no intention of moving his hand from where it is, even though it's positively burning. His breath quickens slightly. Maybe you're going crazy, but he's looking at you like you're a snack. Suddenly, he removes his hand, breaking the moment.

"Like I said... I don't want you to be in trouble. I can pay the fine," he says, his gaze fixed on his shoes.

You start breathing again, as if you'd been underwater for the past few seconds. Glancing at your fingers, you wonder how they're not in flames right now.

"Look."

Your words come out as a whisper. Swallowing, you gather yourself and speak again.

"Look, this is my favorite book. Instead of fining you, I want you to take it and read it. We'll consider it even, okay?"

You're surprised by the assurance in your voice. You can't even explain the words that are coming out of your mouth right now. What you just proposed is absolutely not allowed, but you can't help it. You need a way to see him again. He looks surprised too, a smile spreading across his face, almost turning his eyes into crescent moons. He lets out a laugh.

"I just tried to return a book that was two months late, and you trust me with your favorite one?"

You blush. Is he making fun of you right now?

"That or the fine," you pout.

He becomes flustered again.

"A-alright, alright. I'll take it. Don't be mad?"

His puppy eyes melt your heart. He takes the book before you can add anything, reading the title to himself before holding it against his chest, arms crossed.

"One week. I promise I'll read it in one week and return it to you safe and sound. Okay?"

With extreme effort, you tear your gaze away from his beautiful eyes and accept his library card. A smaller version of him greets you, printed on glossy paper next to his name: Han Jisung, Music major.

"Okay, Han Jisung," you say, unable to contain your smile. "See you in a week."

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magnificenteggsfarmpeanut · 1 year ago

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Nun’s Secret Flowers

A lamp casts a soft yellow glow, the kitchen appears dimly lit with the night drawing near. Rhaenyra, having just completed her kitchen cleaning, lowers her top, allowing the cool air to touch her skin. She takes a damp cloth and gently cleanses her chest and underarms. Afterwards, she applies the juice from a halved lemon to her breasts, enjoying its refreshing fragrance and cleansing properties. Having witnessed Rhaenyra's growth into the admirable woman she is now, Alicent doesn’t feel uncomfortable being present as she performs her post-cleaning routine. Leaning over the sink, she splashes water onto her ample breasts and wipes her hands beneath her armpits.

"Do you have a moment?"

"Always, what can I do for you?"

Rhaenyra looks at her with tired eyes on her beautiful face. She works from morning to night, in service to God, in service to others. She's loved for her work ethic and heart. And Alivent loves her as a guardian angel I've never had, but always wanted.

"It's come to my attention that the student Laena has been engaging in salacious activities. I'd like you to speak with her."

"What did she do?"

"She was planning to sell her innocence to a man. Or men. A student informed me of this transgressive behavior after others were caught doing it."

"Where is she now?"

"Sitting in the hallway. She's been crying for the last few minutes after I confronted her."

"Bring her to me."

"Yes, right away."

In the dimly lit kitchen, Rhaenyra takes a dry towel and gently wipes her breasts and armpits. Afterwards, she dresses in her elegant black gown, donning a white headpiece and veil. Since it's late at night, she foregoes wearing anything else beneath her formal attire.

Alicent proceeds to the hallway and summons Laena, a 22-year-old woman, who stands with her head down, wiping away tears. As Alicent calls her, Laena bravely follows, though her pouty lips and adorable facial features reveal her vulnerability. Despite her slumped shoulders, she tries to maintain composure. Upon reaching the kitchen, Rhaenyra is seated by the table, and Alicent arranges for Laena to sit across from her. Two lamps illuminate their faces, as Alicent closes the door, ensuring privacy, and takes a seat at a distance.

"Tell me what you've been doing," Rhaenyra says.

Her voice is warm, non-judgemental. This approach works best when dealing with delinquent students. That's why Alicent brought Laena to this woman.

"I agreed to do something stupid. I'm very sorry. All I ask is that my parents never find out. Punish me if you must, but don't tell my mother and father."

"You'll have to explain further if you want atonement."

"A man offered to buy my chastity," Laena says.

"Who was it?"

"A business man in the city. Other girls did the same with other rich men."

"Did you agree to the terms?"

Laena nods. "I agreed, but I was extremely hesitant. It never happened. I swear it didn't happen. I can prove it if you wish to look below."

"It didn't happen because you were caught."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."

"Laena, if you needed the money, you could have come to us for a part-time job. There's plenty that needs to be done around here. You know this."

"It wasn't about money."

Rhaenyra quickly grasps the situation and sits in thoughtful silence while Laena hangs her head in shame once more. While others might resort to harsh punishment or immediate expulsion, Rhaenyra's approach is different, and Alicent patiently observes, curious to see how she will handle the situation.

"Your body language reveals that you're a virgin with no sexual experience. That's a good thing. But we must also understand that sex is part of life. I won't tell you what to do with your body. If you want to sell it, then sell it. But I'm asking that you consider other alternatives."

Laena lifts her head. "So I'm not in trouble?"

"I will never punish a young woman for natural desires."

"Thank you. I will do anything you say."

"Do you practice self-care when you're alone?"

Laena's eyes widens. "That's against the teachings of this institution."

"At your age, the rules are more flexible. I'll ask you again. Do you practice self-care when you're alone?"

"Sometimes. I hate that I love it. I try to avoid these things."

"I understand your conflict."

"This is the hardest part of my life. I always wonder why God punishes me with these feelings. That's why I was so close to sinning with the business man. Because I needed a release. I kept asking myself if doing that would make the pain go away."

"You're asking yourself the wrong questions," Rhaenyra says.

"What should I be asking myself?"

Rhaenyra holds the girl's hand. "What have you done for your labia today? Did you pamper her? Feed her curiosities? Do you accept your labia for all that she is? Do you whisper kind things to her? If your labia is happy, then you are at peace."

This shocks Laena to the core and she gasps so hard that she's forced to breathe deeply. "How can you say these things? You of all people."

“I've lived a complicated life. More than you could ever understand. Would you like to hear about it?"

"Yes. I've always thought highly of you."

"I have the same affection for you. That's why I'll tell you a secret, but only if you swear to God that it stays between us."

"Yes, I swear to God that it's our secret."

The night stretches on, Alicent is surprised by Rhaenyra's decision to share her secret with Laena. In response to the unfolding situation, Alicent rises from her seat and starts preparing tea for everyone. With time passing, Alicent senses that by the end of the night, this encounter with Rhaenyra will mark a significant turning point for Laena's personal growth and understanding of herself.

In Rhaenyra's youth, her mother was a woman of the world, and that's how she was raised. Her mother nurtured her with love and kindness, but as Rhaenyra became a teenager, it became evident that her mother was a deceitful woman. Her mother's beauty and charm were her tools to navigate any situation, and these cunning instincts were what enabled them to survive.

As Rhaenyra transitioned into young adulthood, they moved to King's Landing, long before the war. Their life improved, and her mother managed to integrate into high society. They resided in a pleasant home near the ocean. Officially, her mother didn't hold a job; her beauty alone seemed to suffice, and it proved enough for their needs.

Rhaenyra soon discovered that her mother used her physical allure to progress in life. Once, she caught a glimpse of her mother returning late from a party. Her mother was engaging in an intimate moment with a local political figure, accompanied by a bottle of wine. Unable to hear their whispered conversation, Rhaenyra observed through the keyhole as her mother undressed and knelt before the man.

In Rhaenyra's household, the unspoken understanding between her and her mother persisted. She knew her mother was aware of her eavesdropping on conversations. Despite this, there was no shame attached to her mother's dealings; it was simply business. As more visitors frequented their home, her mother's income increased, allowing her to acquire finer clothing and more exquisite jewelry. Rhaenyra didn't feel ashamed of her mother's actions, nor did she take pride in them; it was merely the way the world operated, and they found contentment in their circumstances.

However, as the years passed, reality dealt a harsh blow, leaving Rhaenyra all alone. In an instant, her once perfect life was turned upside down, and she felt adrift and lost. Night after night, tears streamed down her face for over a week. And just as the weight of reality settled upon her, the burden of bills added to her distress. Fortunately, her mother had stashed a significant sum of money in the closet, providing a financial lifeline that would last for several months.

The men who held affection for Rhaenyra's mother offered their support and care, extending the same to Rhaenyra. She seriously contemplated their proposals, but her naivety made her hesitant. Through experience, she soon learned that their idea of "taking care" meant exploiting her and reducing her to servitude. Although she considered their offers, Rhaenyra ultimately decided that preserving her freedom was of utmost importance. Like her mother in her younger days, she yearned to explore the world and embrace new experiences.

Thus, Rhaenyra embarked on a journey, utilizing her mother's financial resources to travel from place to place. As the money began to dwindle, she employed the same strategies she had observed from her mother. Utilizing her beauty and youth, she skillfully maneuvered her way into high society. She invested in luxurious attire and honed her abilities to charm and manipulate men with her quick wit and radiant smile.

Once Rhaenyra had established the right connections, she followed in her mother's footsteps, engaging in transactions that involved lying on her back for a fee or dropping to her knees for an even higher price. With her exceptional beauty surpassing her mother's, she accumulated wealth beyond her wildest imagination. Yet, despite her riches, Rhaenyra's desire for more was insatiable. In her ventures to different towns and societies, she sought out the wealthiest men, captivating them in her allure and eventually pilfering from them, albeit not excessively. Some she convinced to invest in non-existent businesses, diverting the funds directly into her pockets. Over the years, these pursuits amassed a small fortune for her.

However, Rhaenyra gradually became aware of the dangers her lifestyle posed. She constantly felt the need to watch her back, wondering if someone would attempt to end her life with a dagger. In her own reflections, she admitted that such an end might have been deserved. Nevertheless, her survivor's instinct prevailed, and she adeptly altered her identity and appearance to stay one step ahead of danger.

One morning, while savoring her breakfast at a local cafe, Rhaenyra conceived her boldest scheme yet. Observing a group of nuns collecting donations, she grew weary of her current path and decided to adopt a new guise, donning a veil. With her captivating face concealed beneath the delicate fabric, she realized she could amass substantial donations. And for the right price, she would be willing to perform even more intimate services, aware of the considerable sum her beauty in the veil could command.

Having devoted weeks to studying the prayers, hymns, and intricacies of the religious community, Rhaenyra assumed the veil and robe to collect money during the day, while returning home at night. Although her financial needs were met without resorting to her previous means, the desire for intimate encounters persisted, and she continued engaging in such liaisons without charging a fee. Her body seemed to have an insatiable sexual appetite, making her crave new lovers constantly.

In her audacious plan, Rhaenyra ventured to a new city and uncovered a covenant that dealt with substantial sums of gold. Tempted by greed, she sought to join their ranks and gradually pilfer small amounts of gold over time, escaping before her actions were detected, leaving her rich and ready to move on to the next location. With valuable information about the covenant's guards and gold storage, her scheme appeared foolproof. However, her life of sin would eventually teach her that perfection is elusive.

After residing with the covenant for several months, Rhaenyra prepared to set her plan in motion. But just before her grand heist, Sister Alicent, an older and perceptive nun, confronted her in her room. With eyes that seemed to see into her very soul and a commanding voice like thunder, Sister Alicent saw through Rhaenyra's facade, exposing her lies. Despite her anger and attempts to deny the truth, Rhaenyra knew resistance was futile.

Having never faced capture before, Rhaenyra found herself growing extremely defensive. Her perplexity grew, as she hadn't even taken any gold yet. Initially assuming that one of the men had betrayed her plans, she soon realized that Sister Alicent had been studying her closely since her arrival and could discern her intentions with uncanny accuracy.

As the conversation unfolded, it became evident that Sister Alicent had no intention of judging or condemning her. Instead, the nun showed a willingness to lend a compassionate ear and understand Rhaenyra's story. Gazing into Sister Alicent's eyes, Rhaenyra discovered a depth of sincerity she had never seen before, prompting her to confess everything – her entire life, moral failures, sins, and the audacious plan to steal the gold.

In a vulnerable moment, Rhaenyra wept into Sister Alicent's arms, her tears staining the nun's black dress. This encounter forced her to confront her relationship with God and her morality in a way she had never done before, making her realize the depths of her brokenness.

Sister Alicent gently explained that a life of deception was the wrong path to follow, especially considering the love Rhaenyra had to offer the world. The nun directed her to turn her life around and dedicate herself to a higher purpose, emphasizing that the road to redemption would not be easy. It required humility and a willingness to change. Sister Alicent questioned whether Rhaenyra had the strength to leave her past behind and embrace a new life of service and faith, as continuing on her current path would only lead to destruction.

The challenge lay in Rhaenyra's reluctance to part ways with her current life. She openly admitted that her world revolved around opulent dresses, extravagant parties, and indulging in libertine relationships. When she mentioned the significance of sex in her life, Sister Alicent's eyes conveyed a peculiar understanding, as if she, too, had experienced the weight of its importance.

Sister Alicent's words left a profound impact on Rhaenyra's memory. She spoke gently to her, saying, "Rhaenyra, everything you desire lies between your legs, and you can find fulfillment with just your own hand. You must be attentive and intuitive to its needs. Nurture your intimate self, sate its natural curiosity with your mind, and speak sweet poetry to it. Remember that when your inner self is content, you will find peace."

Rhaenyra found herself astonished that a woman of Sister Alicent's stature could speak so candidly, yet she felt an intense curiosity to learn more about her secrets. It was evident why many sought her spiritual guidance, for she exuded a commanding presence unlike any other woman Rhaenyra had encountered. Sister Alicent's demeanor resembled that of a resolute military general, cloaked in the attire of a nun. Her words were carefully measured and delivered only when necessary.

With an unwavering expression, Sister Alicent aimed to alleviate Rhaenyra's confusion, instructing her to lie back. Complying, Rhaenyra reclined on her bed, and Sister Alicent's no-nonsense approach gave the impression of a clinical examination. Steadily, she raised the hem of Rhaenyra's robe, revealing her womanhood, and gazed intently at it.

It crossed her mind that she was some perverted woman looking for an excuse to see what she had. Or maybe even touch her. A woman's body can only be repressed for so long and she figured Sister Alicent was a tortured soul who missed the erotic touch of another human being. Usually she hears these stories about men in the robe, but it made sense that women had the same torment.

The moment she touched her, she knew her assumption was wrong. Her hands rubbed across her thighs and hips with a sense of purpose. She could feel that she wasn't doing this for her pleasure, but for Rhaenyra. She was teaching her something she’d never learned in her adult life, which was how to listen to her body's needs. Rather than going for instant gratification, she was truly listening. She was feeling her skin and flesh and sensing what her cunt wanted.

She prodded her knees like a teacher disciplining a student, but what she wanted was Rhaenyra legs spread, so she spread them. Her face remained stoic and unmoved, even as she looked deep inside her womanhood. Men in that situation would be overtaken with primal lust, with wide eyes and a mouth that hangs open, before thrusting inside of her. Not her. Her face remained composed and analytic.

Bending down, she looked closer, then pressed her ear against Rhaenyra’s labia. She wanted to listen. Then she brought her mouth to her labia, mere inches away. She whispered into her vagina.

"Talk to me, sweet darling. What do you crave at this moment? The stroke of your lips? A kiss, perhaps? Fingers to go inside? Talk to me. Ah, that's it. You say you've never been serviced by a woman? Say no more. I know exactly what to do in this situation. I know exactly what you want. I can sense your needs, my darling."

No one ever 'talked' to her vagina before and her started thinking she was this crazy ginger lady, but her touch reminded her of who she was dealing with. Her hands pressed around her crotch like a massage, kneading up and down. When she touched her sex, it was like magic. She'd clearly done that before with other women and it was like second nature. No hesitation. No fear. Sister Alicent listened to her body and needs.

Spreading her hole and looking deeper, she was reading her like a book. One that was in a different language that no one could ever understand, not even Rhaenyra at times. She had the power to decipher her sexuality. It started with her finger going inside, probing, studying what made her tick and where the pleasure spots were. Her other hand pressed down on her hip to prevent her from moving. The finger probed deeper until her body reacted and she found what she was looking for. Her finger made different patterns, different stroking techniques with different amounts of pressure.

"You feel this, right here, where I'm touching. That's your magic spot. You try it. Do it exactly as I'm doing it. Remember this spot and how to get there."

Sister Alicent pulled her finger away and Rhaenyra saw that it was drenched with pleasure. Then she put her finger inside herself and did the same technique in the same spot. At that age, Rhaenyra was well-versed in the art of masturbation, but something about it felt different. How could a woman of God teach a whore new tricks? Somehow she managed and Rhaenyra followed her instructions. That was the first time letting someone watch her play with herself.

"Tell me, how does that feel?"

"Magnificent, actually."

"Keep going. You'll know when to stop."

Sister Alicent did the last thing she expected her to do. Her tongue stroked across her sex, up and down, inside and out. Rhaenyra’s finger was still inside hitting the magic spot and her mouth took her to the stars. When her tongue circled her clitoris, the orgasm took her to heaven.

"Keep this in your memory. In moments of desperation, remember this. Us playing together. It will help you relieve your tension and whatever doubts you have in life. Imagine my finger inside you. Imagine my tongue, if you must. These memories will serve you as a source of guidance. Use this, instead of looking for sin. Keep the sins away."

That was her introduction to a new life. She left her in the room and she awoke a different woman. More than anything, I was curious about how someone as rigid as Sister Alicent could give her a sensation she never experienced before. Rhaenyra was determined to learn her secrets and stealing from the covenant fell further and further from her mind.

Rhaenyra lived a monastic lifestyle with the women. She prayed with them, ate with them, everything. In the back of her mind she always thought about Sister Alicent and her tongue. She never sought her. Rhaenyra sought her. Privately meeting in moments of silence, usually in between prayers or later at night. She was always very busy and private time was fleeting. Her words were always brief.

"Have you been playing with your flower? Do you let it blossom in your hand? You don't need me, trust your instincts. Listen to what your flower has to say."

But Rhaenyra did need Sister Alicent, though she never actually begged her. Rhaenyra never begged anyone in her life and didn't intend to start. A product of her mother, proud, fierce and independent. She was, however, suggestive with this woman using her eyes and the tone of her voice. She was keen enough to know how desperate she was.

Every once in a while, if I'd earned the privilege, she'd come to Rhaenyra's room when everyone slept and teach her new tricks. She learned things about the human body that would surprise most doctors. The cum was sensational. The mess was spectacular. When her tongue performed magic, it was heaven.

In between orgasms they lay naked in her bed, head resting on her shoulder as if she were a mother figure, and she'd speak about God and morality. Rhaenyra confessed more about her sinful lifestyle and all the things that she’d become ashamed of. She never judged her. Instead, she listened with an open heart while stroking her hair or breast. Her finger circling her nipple was the best.

At her guidance she wrote letters to the men she had swindled, apologizing and asking for forgiveness. Rhaenyra even mailed back their cash and gold until she had nothing left to her name. She never revealed her current location, just that she was living a new life in service of God.

In between letters and reimbursing what Rhaenyra could, Sister Alicent would watch her. Bearing her soul in these letters meant being naked in front of her, confessing her sins and admitting that she was a sinner. After each letter she rewarded her with her tongue. What Rhaenyra still finds unusual is that Sister Alicent never wanted anything in return. She never asked her to eat her out, never asked for her tongue or fingers, though Rhaenyra would have gladly returned the favor. She did offer on several occasions, even to this day. Her face never showed sexual desire toward her. It was a true act of being selfless. True devotion to God.

Material things didn't matter anymore. The expensive dresses, the parties, the lavish lifestyle of glamor. None of it meant anything. Rhaenyra wanted to be selfless like her and be a true servant. What her body needed, she could provide for herself. Rhaenyra did things in the bath or her bedroom which made her blush. If Rhaenyra was in a deviant mood and her body was crying for extra attention, she still turned to Sister Alicent for her tongue and spiritual guidance.

“Now you understand me. My deepest and darkest secrets are yours to ponder. I'm telling you this in hopes that you have a better understanding. And I want you to know that your body is a sacred temple. Sex is a part of life, that's true, but there are ways to handle your natural curiosities.” Rhaenyra finished her story.

The story is over, Ali keeps her gaze on Laena, wondering how she's handling this turn of events. We have always represented purity in her eyes. That's the way it should be. Now they represent something else, something perhaps more human.

"Speak to me."

Laena sits upright. "I listened to every word, but it's difficult to process this information while you're wearing a robe and veil."

"Sometimes a dress can carry sophisticated messages that subtly describe a woman's perspective on sexuality."

"And you feel that way about what you're wearing?"

"I do," Rhaenyra says. "That's not the case for everyone, but it's true with me. My robe represents my relationship with God along with my relationship with my own body, including my sexuality. Does this make sense?"

"Yes, it does."

"How does that make you feel?"

"You might not want to know."

"Tell me."

Laena purses her lips. "You have experience and I have none, but in a way, I feel like I understand you. I understand the needs you have, because I have them as well."

"As you'll come to learn, every woman has the same needs, but to varying degrees."

"Really?"

"This is the reason why women need erotic conversations with a confidant. These things aren't taught in books or schools. This kind of knowledge is passed down through word of mouth, in private, to protect the reputations of those involved."

"And me? Where do I fit in?"

Rhaenyra's eyes travel up and down the young student. "Your sexual appetite appears higher than most. Being young and naive can be a dangerous thing. If you're interested -- only if you're interested -- then I can guide you in these matters."

"Will I be judged?"

"By whom?"

"God or you."

"We have this fallacy in society that religion must be separate from sex. That is wrong. Spirituality and belief are about the full humanness of who we are. And so, sexuality and spirituality co-exist, except in the minds of those who wish to control our bodies."

Laena takes a moment to ponder these important words. The tears in her eyes had dried a long time ago. Now she's thinking, facing perhaps the most important decision she's ever made in her young life. Alicent has been in Laena's position before. She knows how she feels. Ali knows how her cunt must be thumping.

"If you're willing to teach me, then I would be interested in learning."

The girl hangs her head down after making the request. She needs to work on her confidence, but she suspects these issues will be resolved soon enough.

"Have you ever engaged in tongue pleasures before?" Rhaenyra asks.

"Never. Nothing beyond a simple kiss on the mouth."

"With a male or female?"

"Male."

"Without an oral fixation, sex is very dull. A woman should be proud of her oral obsession. It will also maintain your chastity, while satisfying your carnal desires. Come here. Stand in front of me."

Laena stands and walks to her in slow and hesitant movements. Her head still hangs down, she's looking at the floor, her hands are clasped in the front.

"Yes?" the girl asks.

"Open my top. It should be easy. I'm wearing nothing underneath."

The girl's eyes go wide. Soon she'll be seeing something sacred. And Ali is sure she's surprised to learn that there's nothing beneath Rhaenyra's dress.

Her hands go to work, opening the top of the black dress to reveal voluptuous breasts that protrude forward with light brown nipples. Alicent wonders if she can smell the lemon juice that had been used to clean them earlier.

"Yes?"

"What do you think? Suck them. They've already been washed."

Laena hesitates, then kneels and brings her mouth forward. Alicent is sure she's terrified of doing this to a holy woman, and in front of her, but the girl has desires which need to be met. She takes a nipple into her mouth and Alicent can hear the sloppy sucking sounds. Greedy girl. Alicent was the same way when she was that age.

This goes on for a while and she sucks and grabs both breasts. Her mouth takes equal turns on each nipple. While observing them together, Alicent slips her hand below and touches herself, putting her finger inside. This goes on for a while and Alicent almost cums.

"That's quite enough. Now I want you to lay on the table. I'm going to give you a gift, then in the days to come I will explain how you can give yourself pleasure."

"Are you going to..."

"Yes, I'm going to kiss you down there."

This scares Laena to the core, but in a good way. Alicent is sure she never expected to receive such a thing since becoming a student here. Never in her wildest dream.

Laena sits on the table, being mindful to keep her dress down. Even in the midst of her first time receiving pleasure of this magnitude, her respectful nature is still that. Alicent likes that about her. It's a great sign and she'll make an excellent apprentice.

The girl's face winces as Rhaenyra tosses the bottom of her dress upward and pulls the white garments away to reveal the treasure. From where Alicent issitting, she can only see the light brown color of Laena's curly pubic hair. Rhaenyra looks, inspects, plays with the labia and spreads it open, then brings her lips and tongue forward to proceed with this act of pleasure.

Laena's body jerks and clenches and she gasps out loud, as if this were a spiritual possession. She's never felt this before, nor will she feel this again with anyone else, because Rhaenyra has full lips and a wealth of experience. Rhaenyra's mouth has godly powers behind it. The poor girl cries. Her first experience is trial by fire.

While the feast is happening, Alicent walks to them and sits beside the table to provide care for Laena during this critical time of need. These are the formative years of her sexuality and Alicent wants to make sure she's handling this correctly. She holds her hand and she squeezes hers in return. These feelings may be too much for a virgin to handle, but Alicent defer judgment to Rhaenyra on these matters.

Oh, how the girl's face looks. She stares at the ceiling, her eyes are watching God and her faith is stronger than ever. If feelings like this exist in the world, then surely it's a sign of what exists in the universe. She squeezes her hand. She squeezes her hand tighter. Her eyes stay focused on the ceiling, that long stare with a vision of God at the other end.

When she finally cums she clenches her eyes shut and grits her teeth. Tears stream from her clenched eyes and the tears roll back to her ears and hair. Her grip on my hand is even tighter. Alicent listens to the wet noises that Rhaenyra is making with Laena's entrance. That sucking and slurping and sounds of wetness. Better than any church choir.

She rests on the table, breathing heavily. Her hand goes limp. Alicent goes to the kitchen sink for a bowl of water and two clean clothes. Alicent place the bowl on the table and Rhaenyra appreciates that she wets a cloth and cleans her mouth. Her lips are glistening with flavor.

"You could have gone easier on her. That was a virgin's first time."

Rhaenyra gulps and swallows. "A girl must learn. You were also hard on me."

"That's because you were a bad girl."

Alicent dips the other cloth into the bowl of water and wipes the mound and labia of Laena's private area. It's her first time seeing it and the sight is perfect. The hair around the vagina is wet from saliva and trickles of orgasm still leak from the pink hole. That tight little hole. Her labia shines with saliva. The clitoris is swollen. The saliva and fluids are wiped clean and she's ready for bed. Alicent puts the soiled cloth in the bowl and strokes her hair, waking her.

"You need to get to bed. There's a busy schedule tomorrow."

She nods, feeling ashamed that Alicent witnessed her private moment of rapture. Then Alicent help Laena to her feet and smooths her dress so that she looks refreshed. Rhaenyra gives her a goodnight kiss on the lips. The girl kisses back. With their arms locked together, Alicent helps Laena up the stairs and toward the bathroom. She feels that her knees are still weak from the orgasm, which is the reason Alicent is holding her. She leans on her. Alicent knows the effects of an intense orgasm can be overwhelming for a young virgin.

Alicent closes the door to the bathroom when we get inside, and when Laena sits on the toilet, Alicent tucks her hair behind her ears. How beautiful she looks. So pure.

"This is our secret, okay? No one else can know."

"Yes, this is our secret, Sister Alicent, thank you so much."

"Good girl. You've always been a good girl."

"I've never cum like that in my life," she says. "Never thought it was possible."

"The body given to you by God is full of impossible wonders. Once you know the secrets, then your powers are endless. Now relieve yourself, you should already be in bed."

Alicent kisses Laena on the forehead as she starts to pee. Alicent looks between her legs. The stream is laced with her cum and she quivers. The sound of her pee splashing in the water is loud. She sits there until every drop is gone. Alicent looks into her eyes, the girl is emotionally exhausted and still processing this experience. When she finishes, Alicent uses tissue to wipe between her legs. She's able to stand with her strength returning. She washes her hands and looks at herself in the mirror, then she turns to her,, managing to smile for the first time tonight. Alicent smiles back. She is someone who rarely smiles at students, but she's earned it.

Alicent walks with her to the bedroom and tuck her into bed, making her promise to be a good girl, to respect her body and respect God, and she thanks Alicent for the lessons. Alicent rubs her breasts and then kisses her lips. She kisses her back.

DONE

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#rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #laena velaryon #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenyra x laena #smut hotd #hotd fanfic

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jabbage · 2 years ago

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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lady-hibiscus · 4 months ago

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He wished for the standard billionarie riches, love and fame- the average package. You shrugged and granted it all. It was just another master, just another average deal done.

"Alright, now leave the lamp somewhere a less privileged person could find it. A domestic abuse shelter, or a homeless camp," you said. "There's no use giving it to the well-off-"

"Can I sell it?"

"I'm...sorry?"

"Three wishes, that's nearly priceless. You buy it, you could wish that money back double, triple instantly. There are some newly acquired contacts I know that would love this."

"If anyone could afford to buy me, they don't need me," you said, affronted by the mortal's greed. "You cannot-"

Long story short, you ended up being sold to a near-trillionaire (his name? you don't remember mortal's names- though you think he may own a massive corporation or two with enough money to bankrupt countries). In the old days, they would've just made this trillionaire's companies an empire in itself.

You sigh as the trillionaire rubs your lamp, forcing you to appear. Of course he's in a conference bunker miles below ground, surrounded by his closest advisors and several hours of paperwork.

After making it past all the NDAs and lawsuit threats that do not apply to entities such as yourself, you finally hear his first wish, which is, of course, for more money.

His economists and advisors know the danger of his wealth suddenly exploding- that could lead to suspicious investigators, or even the collapse of currencies if overused. That's why the trillionaire simply asks for all taxes and fees to be removed from his growing wealth, forever.

You know this will just generate him billions more he doesn't even need. So you do as a genie does: twist it. No taxes and fees? Okay. His accounts stop generating interest- those could be defined as taxes... percentages his bank has to pay each year? And his company runs on customers paying fees for it to perform a duty... well if there are no fees, his company will just have to work for free!

The lawyers show you the next demand: completely loyalty regarding his partner and kids. Unfortunately...his wife has already divorced him, and his kids just want to escape their greedy father as soon as they turn 18. The already-adult ones? He's estranged one of them for being transgender!

So he wants loyalty? Fine. When the kids go to jail, their father will have to bail them out. That's loyalty. And he'll be forced to reconcile with his LGBTQ offspring, as well as his ex-wife.

Final demand: The world will love him. They'll stop cancelling him on his own platform and worship his meglomaniac urges.

Okay. They'll love this new version of him that you'll create. His company is already working for free, after all- supporting small businesses and creators! He's reconnecting with his LGBTQ daughter, too- that's wonderful! And he holds no grudges against his ex and is reconciling with her as well? The world will do good to love him this time.

You smile. You will grant these wishes, now. And this new man will find himself truly wanting to leave your lamp at a women's shelter when you're done

After you gave your master the standard 3 wishes, you told him to leave the lamp in a place like a women’s shelter or a homeless camp. Instead he sold your lamp to the highest bidder and now you are determined to twist the 3 wishes to the detriment of both your current and former master.

#creative writing #billionaire #genie #oc #oc writing #original work #gee who could this be about?#REDEMPTION ARC #if this happens in real life it'd be really funny #let's be real tho no billionaire would change up this crazy irl

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ooooh thanks for telling (in responce to the right to repair thingy) wont stuff like tutorials on how to DIY repair stuff help with that, or having homemade devices such as phones? I know in some cases it is cheaper to replace something than repair it like with this one avoca tablet I got where the screen cost £10 but the tablet only cost £5 or something (it was quite shite but i loved it, and still have its corpse in my room) or when parts are only made in bulk in places like the foxcon factory in china

tutorials exist, but at the end of the day someone has to make a tutorial in the first place. and if that first person does not have the resources available to make it, it might take a very long time to reverse engineer it

it's not a big deal to diy repair a lamp or a hair dryer or whatever (giving those as examples because ive literally done this). but phones and others are much more complex. it's easy to change a capacitor in a first gen Xbox or an old VGA monitor, but so much harder to change a chip on a phone motherboard. and yes, part of it is the actuall skill of soldering, but for the latter case, you might:

not be able to figure out what chip that is. yes, the code is typically writter on the heat spreader, but not only have these components gotten smaller, but it's trivial for manufacturers to remove the ink

even if you know what chip it is, if there's no way to actually get your hands on a fresh one then it's worthless.

and to tie with that the thing about produced in bulk in chinese factories: yes. they are. but so is everything. if you're thinking of yourself as a consumer, then you're not buying straight from a factory, you're buying from a shop that gets deliveries from multiple factories. but because entities like apple and samsung ban the distribution of these parts from factories to third party shops, nobody can make use of them, unless they are hired by those companies

and yes, you might think that's not that big of a problem. so what if i need to go to the apple store to repair my iphone. well there's a few points to discuss here:

those are companies whose business revolves around selling, not repairing. as such, it comes very easy for them to say "yeah we cant fix this, you'll have to buy a new one" when it's literally just a broken camera assembly

by being the only ones with access to these parts, they create a monopoly. which.. is very bad. this also means that a phone that cost 200$ might cost you 300$ to change the screen (which itself is worth like 20$ an labour isnt THAT expensive. and btw samsung the fact that you make your phones so hard to open is on you)

i think there was something else but i forgot

regardless. the point is. we cant let corporations be too greedy and we cant let them take away our freedom

oh and btw something i wanted to mention:

right to repair wouldnt protect just random people wanting to change their own laptop battery, but also actual proper small repair businesses. or maybe not even small, but essentially anything that would be 3rd party. if they're not allowed to operate, then you might find yourself in a case where you cant just walk (or i suppose for americans drive) to a repair center, but need to send it by mail 300km away to a "certified repair center" that wil jsut fuck off with your money and tell you to give papi Cook more moeny

#my beloved came to talk #sorry it's just that corporate capitalism makes me (rationally) angry

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Any crystals that you think are cool and that more people should know about?

Sorry for the late reply (I'm busy traveling) but yes!!! I don't have ground breaking totally unknown crystals for you but from my collection I will tell talk about some fun little rocks.

Let's start with what is arguably my favourite crystal and it's a pretty underrated one;

iolite

Yes, that's where the Violet_Iolite username comes from (it's my username almost everywhere else besides here)

I have a polished and cut iolite which surprisingly might not be the most interesting form of this mineral. Iolite, or cordierite (the actual mineral name, iolite is the name used in the gem selling business) is a stone that depending on the side it can vary from a light yellow to a purple/blue. Mine is cut in a way where the blue is always the most visible but the sides have the slightest nod to the yellow. Some of the best raw forms will change between these two colours if you turn them around.

I will say the iolite names comes from the Greek ios, violet. So yes, my Minecraft username is something like Violet violet (stone).

Next I will talk about fake crystals versus lab grown ones...

When I say a fake crystals I mean crystals that are sold as other ones when that's not what they are.

Lab grown gems are different in the way that they are chemically the same as natural gems found in nature. In case of diamonds for example is much better for the environment (and in some cases for the health of the miners) if you get a lab grown one. However not all gems are possible to produce in a lab, sometimes they're more expensive to produce in the lab and in cases of quartz based gems the natural gems are so common it isn't worth it.

I'm mentioning this because of the next gems I will show.

Moonstone and sunstone.

Moonstones and sunstones are probably the gems that are most faked (turquoise too but at least turquoise is rare).

Moonstone is a type of light coloured stone (either white, sometimes pink) which has a very pretty blue glow (occasionally it gets a yellow one too) only in certain angles. Opaline (or opalite), a man made gem, is very commonly sold as moonstone however opaline is not even close to being moonstone. Opaline is translucent in a way moonstone isn't and it doesn't have the shine moonstone has. Opaline is a type of glass which commonly has dolomite and metal to make it the colour it is. It was actually made to copy opals so I don't really know why people try calling it moonstone.

Next is sunstone! Orange or brown in colour sunstone is not that special looking. If it's high-quality it will be more translucent and it might have some touches of sparkles but it's not usually something very strong. Our fake stone this time is Goldstone. Also a man made glass goldstone is made with copper.

There's a blue version of golstone which instead of having copper it has cobalt or manganese.

I have booth types of goldstone (the blue one is my favourite)

One that is moderately well known but it's absolutely cool anyway:

Alexandrite

One I recommend you buy lab grown or you'll waste all the money you have. Alexandrite is super cool because depending on the type of light you shine on it the colour will change completely. My alexandrite when in LED light (the light that most lamps have nowadays) or natural light is green. When under incandescent light (old lamps) it gets completely pink. If you lived only under incandescent light you'd believe it to be a pink stone.

When under both types of light:

Chalcopyrite (peacock)

Similar to pyrite but softer, with copper and and can tarnish with pretty colours chalcopyrite is a pretty cool metal. Wikipedia says it is "the most abundant copper ore mineral." So the copper you have in your cables is most likely from this mineral.

Chalcopyrite is in front and the pyrite (unfocused) is in the back of the picture.

Bismuth

I could've actually gotten an ok priced natural bismuth but I decided that getting a bigger sized would probably be better. This one might be lab grown. I'm not sure. The lady that sold me didn't know where it was from. It is 100% heat treated either way, as heating it gives it the lovely colours it has. It is a metal and according to Wikipedia it is "both the most diamagnetic element and one of the least thermally conductive metals known."

So... The last two are actually metal and not crystal but they are cool rocks so it's fine either way.

#crystals #gems #semi precious stones #ask #long post

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Last!! I'm laughing ohmygod wtf is this what am doing with this long ass shit, I'm so sorry askdflakjdhfaksdf helppp 23. Describe the physical environment in which you drawing. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture. Uh.. well. It ain't pretty. Too much dark furniture from my parent's generation house interior trend back then. The table I'm placing my stuffs for workplace is not suitable for work. It's actually a 2metres long give or take table for displaying things. Around 40ish cm in width too. I make do cz we don't know where to put this long ass table if I do buy a proper table and it's expensive to buy the desk I want for me. I'm saving up for future buy tho, it would be a great investment for my work life.

The left side is mostly books about arts. There's HTTYD second movie concept artbook beneath, my bluetooth headphone that I'm hoping to upgrade one day cs it squeezes my head uncomfortably and I have small head. There's Jinyoung's Chapter 0 album there. Here's fun fact, I'm obsessed with kpop but I never buy any of their merchs. I just don't feel it's necessary. I, however, do love putting their pictures online as my phone wallpapers. You'll never see me using myself of my irl loved ones as wallpapers. Only my delusionals or animals or landscapes will stay there. Anything I found aesthetic. So Jinyoung popped my cherry on that one..... that sound's weird lol. Good on you Mr Kim Gaon you make me obsessed with you and your TDJ character. I put 2 of my hair claws there, they're able to clutch my thick and now long hair. I'm thinking of cutting my hair back to short, I like experimenting with different haircut styles but I'm saving money and miss my long hair so that's why I don't cut it now. You cannot see it clearly but there's a black smartwatch next to them, it blends well to the shadow. I have too many dark color items my GOD. I uh.. put a spoon there to take this picture, I was eating yoghurt and I brought it in with me to my room while I left my yoghurt at dinner table lmao. There's a bunch of paper beneath it, my friend literally just deliver it to me to try the feel of it. They were making some papers to draw and they want ppl who draw to test it out and give some feedbacks. The pink bottle cap is mosquito repellent lotion, there's a lot of mosquito in Indonesia, the scars on my legs can give you proof. I put my pencils and pens on the blue hand-knitted pouched given by my friend. It was supposed to be phone wallet kind, but I re-purpose it as my drawing and writing utensils. There's some sticky notes near the lamp, you can see it protrude out a bit. I have 2 t-rex figurine there. I used to have lotta dinosaurs and animal figurines. Like, a whole big bags of it. I play around with it creating scenarios and plots and what not as a kid. Idk where they all right now. Somewhere in my house hopefully just gathered in one giant plastic bag. I hope to collect or make sculptures of dino or monster figurines in the future. There's also my keys with gecko keychain, a random gift from my friend lol. There's pixar like lamp, idk why i bought black even tho I know it will attracts mosquitoes. I guess I don't want the lamp to stand out and distract my eyes. Some recycled board to pin notes and all. Then there's that Geto Suguru squish doll, acts like a stress ball. My friend gave it to me as a birthday gift when she knew I was having a hard time with my mental state and stress-management last year. I remembered tearing up when she gave me that and whispered to me why she specifically bought that. There's my screen, extended from my laptop bcs I used to have computer with CPU and all but I opt of laptop the moment my computer broke down bcs I sometimes want to draw in cafes, I didn't want to draw on sketchbook back then but now I bought another sketchbook, underneath the wooden board beneath my computer screen. If I'm sick of drawing digitally, I switch to sketch or doodle on that sketchbook. Helps me practice my hand and eye coordination too, plus it's different when you're drawing traditional and digital. I don't look at my hands when I draw digital, there's my Huion underneath the long table but again it blends with the shadow bcs it's another dark coloured item. It's just a regular tablet, no screen, so put the tablet on my lap bcs it's ideal for my arm, less pain and ache. Then my eyes look to the computer screen. While as when we draw traditionally or ontop of a screen, your hands gets in the way and the composition of your drawings will somehow be different.

Anyway, my screen is showing this exact answer I'm typing and the link to the question list on the right with discord running in the background where I usually mingle with some of my irl friends and find commissions. Hmm.. I use a white logitech keyboard, the circle shaped buttons. It was weird getting used to the size from regular keyboard but I bought this one for the size, to safe space as I don't really have much and bcs it looks cute xD I don't like using mechanical keyboard. The sound will irritate me if I'm stressed but I do like the custom keycaps people create. I just like it if I'm not distracted by the things I use daily and for my convenience. I'm already distracted enough, too much, by my own thoughts so to me it's not ideal having more distractions.

Here's the extension of my work space. There's my laptop, behind it there's electric plugs where I plug my laptop, phone charge, lamp, computer screen, my playstation 4 on the very corner of my desk beneath the white cloth over there- again, blending into the shadows. Such a depressing work space god I want to have white, brown and green vibe going on in my room but eh.. we make do with what we have for now xD. Underneath the table, the important things I will mention will be speaker, connected to my computer screen for me to play my PS4. There's another speaker, bluetooth, uhh.. covered by my yellow chair where I frequently use it when I turn on my laptop. Listening to music, watching movies, YT videos, play Monster Hunter Worlds, or when I stream movies for my friends. There's 2 black bags that AGAIN blends into the shadow bcs of the colors (cries) where I use it to keep books or things that I don't use frequent but I know I will need at random times. 1 bag is a laptop bag that comes when I purchase my laptop, I use it if I work from cafe with my laptop. I have Koya (BT21 character, Namjoon's) keychain doll I got from my friend in Japan. Remember when I told you I don't buy my idols merchs? Yeah, my friends gift them to me instead lol. Either rip offs or real ones. They're such a blessing in my life. Also, you can see the stacks of books and dusting items on the wall. That's the family items they keep and almost never use. I really want to throw them all out but I can't right now cs most of them needs thorough check from my family before I can say, OFF INTO THE TRASH! I don't really like keeping things I never used, I just throw it away. Might seem cold to some people, especially if you keep some memories related to it. I just don't want to be suffocated with unused things. I'd rather put new and useful things there. One exception for the books even tho I don't read it anymore. They're about animals, insects, whales, dinosaurs, plants, trees, just encyclopedia things.. It's knowledge :/ but I'm a clown bcs I don't open that book anymore lmao. Guess I like to collect certain books \o/ hihi Last thing is the pillow I use to sleep, I use it too for my back support cs I be feeling old in my 28 y.o body for all the sitting down and shrimp posture when I draw. WHEW here we are at the final words. Thankyou so so much for asking this! Didn't think it will take me more than 2 hours typing this but I love it when ppl ask things they're curious about me or wanting to get to know me. I'm so gonna ask you too, but lemme read and choose my questions I want to know about you most. Bless you darling <3

hiii, do you want to do an artist's version of this fun writer's asks game? i'm so curious about what you think of 5, 10, 12, 15, 19, 23

hi there! thanks for this fun game! lemme copy the question to change some of the words and answer them right away xD I will put aside my experience as writer and reader too bcs this is artist version so the answers will be strictly from my experience as an illustrator!

5. Do you have any drawing/painting superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true? Oh gosh, good question- I'm guessing this is some kind like ritual or routine I do before I start scribbling in my sketchbook or digital canvas. I think I kinda do and don't. Since this new year, I started to intentionally journal my thoughts out when I woke up. This is recommended from the book that's called The Artist's Way, some kind like spiritual guide for artists. I've only read up until the page where the author said to take your inner child out to date- creative dates. Anyway, basically the journaling I do religiously now has to be 3 pages and pour any thoughts that came onto my mind. Taking out trash from our mind daily instead letting it piling for months waiting to be taken out. I only do 2.5, my right arm and shoulder always aching since few years ago. But so far, it does helps me a bit with my overthinking and be discipline about my healthy habits. I'm not the best at discipline so I'm proud I'm able to keep this going for almost 3 months now. The other thing, which I'm not sure is something superstitions, is to look up drawings by other artists or watch movies, see fanarts, read fanfics, or just be in my mind, to get inspired and start drawing. I'm mostly brain rot driven or if I'm seeing something very often, I will draw it. I'm trying not to count on my brain rot energy too often bcs I want to be able to draw with and without the brain rot. It's still fluctuates but I'm better than I was years ago. I'm happy with the progress! I will continue on next answer post, Idk why Tumblr is not working for me today :( so this will be 6 answer post, I'm so sorry

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orbitvenus · 4 years ago

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this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 10 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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Absence

The first week goes by terribly slow. The second is far worse. You're currently right in the middle of the third week since Bruce went to Washington to fight an alien invasion. And there's isn't much in the news yet. On the quick talk you had with Bruce, he told you they're doing their best to deal with the situation before the world starts freaking out. These aliens look like humans, but are far stronger. And Bruce is human. He has no superpower but his intelligence, and that's worrying you to death. You know how well he can deal with this, but it's different... Now that you love him, it's different. The very thought of losing him is suffocating, unbearable. You try your best not to think about it too much, but it's a paradox. How are you supposed to stop thinking about someone who's in your head 24/7?

During this time, Alfred has been a very good company. He doesn't speak much, but with time, you notice he feels a bit more comfortable being around you. He was probably one of the many people to try and talk Bruce out of the idea of bringing you here. But you understand him. If you were in his place, you'd probably do the same.

“So, do you like me now?” You ask him, seated on the kitchen island, watching as he takes the lasagna out of the oven. You made it yourself. Alfred gave you Bruce's tablet, so you would have something to distract yourself. One of the things you started doing was cooking. You try a new recipe every day, and you think you're improving.

“I'm growing used to your presence, Miss Quinzel. And I must admit you're doing quite well considering... You know what.”

“Considering I was a criminal. Harley Quinn's sister. Sentenced to life in prison twice?” It's getting easier to talk about your old life. It doesn't mean you like it, but you don't feel so attached to it anymore. You feel like you can exist apart from it, evolve, have a different life.

“Yes.” Alfred nods.

“Did you try to make Bruce, not like me? You know... You must've noticed something.”

“The effect you had on Master Bruce was immediate.” He starts, cutting a piece of the lasagna for you and for himself. “He even thought about sending you back to Belle Reve in the beginning. Whatever that was, I thought it would vanish with time but it didn't.” He puts the plate before you, and you watch the smoke coming from it as you listen to Alfred. “I often caught him looking at nothing, daydreaming, thinking... And when I went to ask about it, the first subject was always you.”

You're blushing, biting back a smile. “How much... How much do you think he likes me, Alfred?” Lowering your voice, you look at him, who sighs.

“I think he loves you, miss Quinzel.”

“Love...” You mumble, wondering if that could be true. Guess only time will tell. And you hope you'll have time, that whichever species is threatening Earth will be defeated. “I'm scared, you know... Of what may happen.”

“Don't worry. Master Bruce always comes back.”

“That's good to know,” you whisper more to yourself than to Alfred.

The bright part of the day was that Alfred actually complimented your lasagna. And for a moment you were able to smile and forget your worries. But later, at night, you're staring at the TV, news channel on, looking for any signs of Bruce. Anything about the aliens that might mean something... But there's nothing.

“Perhaps he'll have time to call you tonight, Miss Quinzel,” Alfred says, trying to calm you down.

Bruce probably asked him to look after you, because Alfred is always around, distracting you when you're starting to overthink, or just asking if you're alright. It's kind really, but you would like it better if it was Bruce doing all of those things. “Maybe. But he's always in such a rush... I can't bear the idea of him getting hurt.”

“Master Bruce is–” The sudden change in the TV gets your attention, and you're both staring when the 'Breaking News' letters come to the screen, in bright red.

“Live from Washington. A giant being, not from Earth, just arrived. He came out of the ship that was hovering over the city and–” The woman speaks fast, and behind her, the city is up in flames. The camera moves away from her, focusing on some kind of human-like beast with gray skin and spikes coming off his body. The thing is kneeled on the ground, like a stone. “He just came out of the spaceship and destroyed a few buildings on his way. He stopped now, but the Justice League is already trying to take him down. Despite the efforts, the... Being doesn't seem to get hurt. It's just sitting there...”

Your heart is beating so loud you can't even hear the woman now. Stumbling up from the couch, you walk away from the living room until you can't hear the TV anymore.

“Miss Quinzel,” Alfred calls, and you sit on the stairs, both hands on your head.

You should be there. You've been to missions before. You could help. “Alfred, how do I get there?” You speak fast, standing up to your feet and going back to your room.

“Bruce wouldn't want you to go.”

“I don't care. I have to help him.” Being here, doing nothing as Bruce is out there fighting a freaking giant gray alien is stupid. “I know I'm only human, but–”

You're cut off by a ring coming from the tablet. It's Bruce. Running to get it from the nightstand, you breathe out relieved to see it's a video call. Sitting on the bed, you answer it. Seeing him brings a smile to your lips. He's wearing the Batman suit, but without the mask. “Bruce.” You put the tablet on the nightstand, using the lamp to support it because your hands are shaking a little.

“(Y/N). How are you?”

“I'm fine... How are you? A-are you alright?” Pulling your feet up, you hug your knees. He looks tired.

“I'm alright, don't worry about me, sweetheart.”

“How can I not worry about you? I saw it on the news, like two minutes ago... The huge gray monster, Bruce. I'm going there to help you.” You speak fast, already thinking about how you'd actually get there. A commercial flight isn't really an option, not for you.

“No, (Y/N). If you were here I'd lose focus.”

“I won't distract you, I promise. I want to help.” You beg because that's the least you can do after everything he did for you. And you'd be helping people too, after being a villain.

“If you were here I'd lose focus because I'll want to protect you. And that would become my priority.” Bruce lowers his voice, and Alfred leaves after mumbling something about giving you some privacy. “(Y/N), I need you to know that if anything happens to me, you won't go back to Belle Reve.”

“What?” What the hell does he mean by that? He can't say something like that... “No! Don't you even-don't you even... Bruce, I don't wanna hear it. You have to make it back.” You speak fast, tears in your eyes. You can't lose him just when things are just starting. This can't be the end.

“Please, (Y/N)–”

“No! I don't wanna hear it.” You yell.

“(Y/N), listen!” Bruce shouts too, his voice louder than yours. His sudden outburst shuts you up, but you're a mess, tears rolling down as you're forced to face the possibility of his death. “I will not let them put you back in that prison. So I made plans just in case...” He makes a pause. “You'd live with a friend of mine. Well, with his mother on a farm in Smallville. It's a beautiful place. You'd have a calm life, but I must ask you not to startle Martha too much.”

“I don't wanna go anywhere, Bruce,” you beg, drying off some tears. “I just want you to come back.”

“I know, my love. But I had to do this. I would never leave you unprotected.” He gets tense suddenly when an explosion happens. “And I will leave you my money. To you and Alfred. You'd have all the means to rebuild your life as you want. In the farm or somewhere else. Study, buy a nice house–”

“Screw your money, Bruce. I want you!”

Another explosion and someone calls him. “I have to go... Take care of yourself, (Y/N).”

“Please, be careful.” I love you. The sentence comes to the tip of your tongue again, but you hold it back. “Come back to me.” You're still speaking when the connection is cut.

You just stay here, paralyzed, looking at the screen where Bruce was seconds ago. He was there, so close yet so far...

Time starts passing by in a blur. You stopped watching TV because you don't want to know what's happening out there. If Bruce dies... Alfred will be the one to tell you. And whatever comes next, it won't matter. At first, you were angry, furious, certain that you'd leave the mansion and head back to your old lair, straight back into your old life. But as the days go by, and turn into weeks, you realize you can't do that. You can't undo what Bruce did like it was nothing. You know that, if the worst happens, you'd want to honor the memory of the man you love. So you'd go to the stupid farm, live the rest of your days remembering the days you spent here, the few kisses you shared.

Sometime in the numbness, you made your way down to the cave, where you started putting all your anger, fear, and desperation on a punching bag. It soon became a daily activity, and it didn't take long until the skin on your knuckles broke. Alfred taught you how to wrap a bandage around your fists to help with the impact, but even so, the blood soon started to soak the white fabric. Bruce will be happy to know that you didn't revert back to your old ways... If he ever has the chance to know.

Today, almost a month after your last video call, you're cleaning your knuckles carefully, gasping when the pain hits. The skin is basically gone, and it's a nightmare just to clench your fists. But it's the only way you can cope. Pain is the only way you know how to deal with everything you're feeling. And above all that, you're feeling dizzy, sore. It's so damn cold today, but you refuse to take a coat with you because you'll warm up as soon as start punching the bag. With one last look in the mirror, you leave the bathroom, taking the bandages and wrapping them around your hands. You hear low voices, chattering, coming from downstairs. Did Alfred invite someone? Nobody came here since Bruce left.

Bruce... You're going crazy because you swear to God you hear his voice among the others. “Get it together. Don't think too much.” You repeat to yourself the motto you made, saying it again and again for the last weeks. “Get it together.” But you hear it again, and low footsteps.

You're telling yourself not to do this, that it's probably just your mind playing tricks, but you're soon at the hall, the voices filling your ears as you walk fast to the stairs. You're halfway there when you see him, climbing the last steps. You stop on your tracks, too scared to be seeing a ghost, a hallucination. Impulse wins over fear, and you're running towards him, too scared to reach nothing. But your heart stops and you start crying when you reach flesh, and you immediately jump onto his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He's quick to hold you, sustaining your weight.

“Are you really here?” You mumble, your voice is weak and a little affected by the crying.

“I'm here. I'm back, sweetheart. It's over.”

You pull away just enough to kiss him, to make sure this is not a dream. You can feel your heart beating violently, and the kiss has to be brief because you're having a hard time catching your breath.

“Oh, my.” Someone says, and something gets your attention downstairs. When you look, you see the small group of people responsible for the chattering. The so-called Justice League. You jump down, suddenly noticing how you were clinging into Bruce.

“I didn't know you had company,” you mutter, fixing your hair. Bruce suddenly takes one of your hands, and then the other one.

“What's that?” He asks.

“I was on the verge of going mad so I befriended one of your punching bags.” As you speak, Bruce starts unwrapping the bandage, and you sigh because you didn't want him to see what's underneath.

“(Y/N).” He exclaims to see the wounds, the basically inexistent skin on your knuckles, and some blood already.

“I know, Bruce, I just... I didn't know what to do and... This is–” You're aware of the eight pairs of eyes on you. “You should give your friends some attention,” you whisper.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Bruce raises his voice before pulling you with him, back into the bedroom.

He's silent as he treats the wounds. It hurts like hell, so you bite your lip. The bandage he puts on is a different type, and then he wraps it all around your hand, and in between your fingers. He also applied some moisture to help the healing process. “Why did you do that?”

“Because that's the only way I know how to cope.” Bruce sits on the bed beside you, and you turn your body towards him. “I was... I was mad because I finally fell in love with someone and he could die, I...”

“Hey, let's not talk about it now, ok?” He brings his hand to your face, and you missed his touch so much. But there's a weird expression on his face, and his hand moves to your neck. “You're hot.”

“What?” You don't follow the sudden change.

“You have a fever.”

“Oh... Really? I didn't notice.” Well, you noticed the soreness and dizziness, and how your body has been weaker in the last two days.

Bruce goes to the bathroom again and comes back handing you a pill. “This will help lower your fever. Now come, let's get you a glass of water and introduce you to the League.”

He reaches out his hand and you take it. “Are you going to introduce me to them?”

“Of course.”

You take another route so you'll pass through the kitchen first. And then you make your way to the living room. Bruce is still holding your hand, and you're sure that won't go unnoticed. “Bruce, I think you should let go of my hand. They'll think we're together.” You whisper, forcing him to slow down his pace.

“They just saw us kissing. And you jumping in arms.” He stops, looking down at you.

“Oh... Sorry about that, I didn't know they were looking.”

“Do you think I'll hide our relationship?” Bruce furrows his eyebrows a little, his fingers caressing your chin.

“Won't you?” You was expecting that. You didn't think Bruce would ever let whatever is happening between you to get outside this mansion.

“Of course I won't.” He bends over to kiss you and you tiptoe to meet his lips halfway. “Now, come. They're excited to meet you.”

“Why would they be excited to meet me?” You mutter, shrugging your shoulders.

When you get to the living room, all eyes fall on you. Maybe they're curious to know the criminal Bruce sheltered. “(Y/N), these are Clark, Arthur, Diana, and Barry. Everyone, this is (Y/N) Quinzel.“ Bruce says, and you step forward to shake their hands.

“Hi,” you mumble, clearing your throat. “It's nice to meet you, guys. I've seen you on TV.”

“I've seen you on TV too,” Barry speaks up. “No offense.”

“None taken. Don't worry.” You assure him. “I made peace with my past.”

“So... You two, huh?” Arthur says with a smirk. He's holding a huge Trident, and you have no idea why he has this thing here with him.

“Bruce here couldn't stop talking about you," Diana says with a smile, and the others nod and giggle. They seem eager to embarrass Bruce somehow. But you're sure you're the one blushing because it's good to know that he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him.

“Age gap. Hot.” Arthur winks at you. Or at Bruce, you're not sure. And it only takes three words to make everyone a little uncomfortable.

“Arthur, would you shut up?” Diana gives him a hard stare.

“Can you talk to fish?” You ask him, trying to change the focus of the subject.

“In a way, yes.”

“That's cool. In an away.” Shrugging your shoulders and giving him a small smile, you exchange a glance with Bruce as the others giggle again.

“Sassy. We'll get along just fine.” Barry exclaims, high-fiving you.

“Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you want before you need to head back to you... Jurisdictions.” Bruce announces. “And as long as you don't say stupid things to my girlfriend.”

“He's talking to you, Arthur.” Clark comments.

“So you guys are officially dating?”

“Of course they are, Barry. Batman here couldn't seem to think about anything else than her during the whole mission.” Diana says in a sassy tone.

“Alright,” Bruce speaks up, sighing. “Make yourselves comfortable. Come, sweetheart.”

“It was nice to meet the girl who stole Batman's heart,” Arthur says as you start walking away with Bruce.

“Woman.” You correct him as you wave.

Bruce takes you upstairs again, and you can't help but smile like an idiot. You feel your cheeks warm, but you're not sure if it's the fever or if you're just blushing. Instead of stopping by your bedroom, Bruce keeps guiding you through the hall. Before you can say anything, he opens a door for you.

“I need a warm shower and attend to a few wounds. Thought you'd like to be around.” When you step in, you realize you've never been in his bedroom. It's huge. The bed seems to be twice the size of yours, and there's a lounge near a big window with a couch and a TV. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Ok.” He places a soft kiss on your lips before heading to the bathroom. There's another door here, which probably leads to a closet. But you don't want to intrude, so you just seat on the edge of his bed.

After a few minutes though, you can't help but wander around a little, looking at his stuff. It kinda feels like Bruce is allowing you to get to know him better, to get closer... A while after you end up by his nightstand, taking a picture up to get a closer look. It's a child Bruce, with his parents.

“I see you already met Martha and Thomas Wayne.” His voice scares you and you put the picture down.

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, (Y/N).” Bruce touches your arm, pulling you closer. You see a purple bruise on his neck, coming from his shoulder.

“You're hurt,” you say, pulling the collar of his shirt away so you can have a better look.

Bruce takes your hands in his, placing a kiss on the bandage wrapped around your knuckles. “I'm fine. Don't worry about me.”

“But–”

“Come here.” He pulls you towards the bed, sitting down, his back against the headboard. Taking a deep breath, you sit before him, but he keeps pulling you until your back is resting against his chest. “I fought a giant gray alien so I just want to sit here with you for a while.”

You smile to feel his arms around you, keeping you close, safe. You're very, very comfortable here, but you have to do something. So you move, turning around to face Bruce.

“What?”

“Sorry, but I have to kiss you.”

“Alright, but stop apologizing, ok? There's no reason to.” As he speaks, Bruce pulls you closer, a finger under your chin.

“Ok,” you mutter, smiling and slowly giving in into the kiss.

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wonkasmissstarshine · 4 years ago

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 3

GIF not mine. Credit goes to owner.

Summary: News about the Golden Tickets gets out and Rose vows to do everything she can to help Charlie find one. Mrs Mason has some bad news, and Harry delivers an ultimatum to Rose.

A/N: A warning for the act of hitting.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers

It proved to be a quiet day at Mrs. Mason's Magical Pies. Since there were no customers currently in the dining room, Rose helped Mrs. Mason with the pies. Mrs. Mason worked on the dough, while Rose put in the fillings and put the pies in the oven.

"Don't you think it's strangely quiet, Mrs. Mason?" Rose pondered, making the woman look over at her. "I know it's not the busiest place on earth, but we usually have a customer or two? Where is everyone?"

"I'm not sure, dear" Mrs Mason shrugged. "But I tell you, on my way here, I saw that the candy store was awfully busy today. Busier than usual"

Rose giggled and shook her head. "So, people would rather fill on candy bars rather than your magical pies?"

"Would seem so, my dear" Mrs Mason smiled at her, and then went back to rolling out some dough.

The bell chimed, indicating a customer, and an excited voice immediately followed. Rose immediately recognized it as Charlie's voice. "Rose! Rose!"

"In the kitchen!" Rose called out to her brother. Charlie entered the kitchen. "What's got you all excited, Charlie?"

"You need to come see this, Rosie" Charlie said, grabbing onto Rose's hand, but he didn't dare start tugging her arm. Despite all the excitement coursing through his veins. "You're going to like this, Rosie, I promise you!"

Rose glanced over at Mrs Mason, silently asking if she could be excused to go with Charlie. Mrs Mason smiled and waved her hand. "You go ahead, dear. I'll be fine"

"Thanks, Mrs Mason" Rose smiled, removing her apron before letting Charlie guide her outside. He brought her over to a lamp post where people were crowding around it. The reason for this was because there was a poster stuck to it.

Dear People of the World,

I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year. In addition, one of these children shall receive a prize beyond anything you could ever imagine. Five golden tickets have been hidden under the ordinary wrapping paper of five ordinary Wonka bars. These five candy bars may be anywhere. In any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country in the world

A big smile appeared on Rose's face. "Charlie! Do you know what this means!?" She asked excitedly, giving Charlie a big hug. "Oh, I promise you Charlie! I will stop at nothing, and get you as many Wonka bars as I can, until you find that golden ticket!"

Charlie smiled at Rose, knowing that his sister meant every word. He knew that she was always trying to save up a little extra. And she always spent that little extra on Charlie. The two of them returned to the cafe. "Mrs Mason, you'll never believe it!" Rose began, a big smile on display. "Mr. Wonka is letting people into his factory. He's hidden these golden tickets in his bars, and--" Rose stopped she saw that Mrs Mason looked upset about something. Rose looked at Charlie and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Charlie, do you mind sweeping up in the kitchen while I talk to Mrs Mason privately?"

"Sure" Charlie nodded. Mrs Mason flashed Charlie a small smile as he walked past her.

Mrs Mason and Rose sat at a table. "Mrs Mason, is everything okay?"

"Dear, I'm afraid I have some bad news" Mrs Mason started with a sigh. She reached over and took Rose's hand in hers. "I've just got off the phone with the bank. I'm not going to be able to make this month's payments" Rose's jaw dropped in shock. "Nor have I been able to make the last few months payments. Business hasn't been what it used to be, and I'm going to have to close in two weeks"

"Mrs Mason, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't know how to break it to you. Rose, I truly love having you work for me, and I'm sorry that I'm going to have to let you go"

Without even a second though, Rose reached into her pocket and pulled out some of the extra money she had been saving. "This is all I have but I'm sure you could--"

"No, no, dear" Mrs Mason refused Rose's offer. "You use that money and buy a chocolate bar for Charlie. You get him one of those golden tickets. If anyone deserves to see that factory, it's that brother of yours. In fact, I have this for him" Mrs Mason grabbed a few things from her pocket. One was a Wonka bar and the other was some more money. "I know his birthday is coming up. This is my gift for him. And the money, my dear, is my gift to you. Some extra money to buy Charlie some extra bars. I know he wants to see that factory"

Rose smiled at the older woman. It's a shame Mrs Mason was having such troubles, and Rose wish she would have told her sooner so that she could help. "Thank you, Mrs Mason. For everything"

Mrs Mason smiled at the girl and pulled her into a hug. "It's my pleasure, my dear. And I know, deep down in my heart, that Charlie will find a golden ticket"

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Rose continued working that day. There was still no customer in sight all day. Everyone had been out buying as much Wonka bars they could, hoping to get their hands on a golden ticket. Rose was humming a song as she did her daily task of sweeping the floor, but then her mood turned sour when she saw who came in.

"Harry, what do you want?" Rose asked, annoyed at his presence.

"I'm assuming you've heard about Wonka and the golden tickets" Harry asked, a smarmy smirk appearing on his face. Rose just nodded as she continued sweeping the floor. "Well, I just came to tell you that I'll buy you all the Wonka bars in the world until you find a ticket for your dear brother"

Rose glared and spat at him. "I don't need your help finding that ticket! Charlie has luck on his side. He always has!"

"But luck isn't going to bring your family out of poverty, now is it?" Harry said as he stalked towards Rose. "Luck isn't going to save your family, but I can, Rose" He grabbed her hand. "All you have to do is say you'll marry me"

"I'm never going to marry you!" Rose barked, pulling her hand away.

Harry growled in anger. Rose never saw it coming. The force of it pushed her down to the floor. Rose began to cry and touched her cheek. It stung from the force of Harry's hand. "Listen here, Rose!" He pointed a threatening finger at the girl. "I know this little cafe is closing soon, and you're going to be out of a job! You're going to be begging to be my wife! I'm the only hope you have at a better life and you know it!"

Without another word, Harry left the cafe. Rose remained on the floor. She cried into her hands. Not only because Harry had struck her, but because maybe he had a point. Maybe the best thing she could do for her family, was to marry the man she loathed the most.

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Rose had come home to everyone discussing Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory and the golden tickets. Charlie was talking to his grandparents about it, as Rose made her way Mrs Bucket who was mopping the floor. "Hello, darling. How was your day today?"

"Oh..." Rose hesitated. How was she supposed to tell her family that she would be without a job shortly and that she had been struck in the face today? "It was quiet today"

Mrs Bucket gave a nod, but then started leaning in when she saw something around her daughter's eye. "Rosalie, what's that?" Mrs Bucket cupped Rose's cheek and stroked the tender area with her thumb. "That's a bruise!" She hadn't shouted it loud enough for Charlie and the grandparents to hear. "Who did this?"

"It was Harry" Rose answered, hanging her head in shame.

Mrs Bucket shook her head. "Is that boy ever going to stop? What doesn't he understand about no means no?" She took her daughter's hand in her own. "Sweetheart, no matter whatever that boy tells you, promise us you won't even consider marrying him"

"I promise, mum" Rose said quietly. Then she decided to change the topic. "I'm assuming Charlie has told you all about the golden tickets?"

"Wouldn't it be something, to open a bar of candy and find a golden ticket inside?" Grandpa Joe said.

"I know, but I only get one bar a year for my birthday" Charlie said. "Maybe two if I'm lucky" He said that last part to Rose, knowing she always tried to buy him an extra one.

"Well it's your birthday next week, Charlie" Mrs Bucket said, trying to give her son some hope.

"You have as much chance as anybody does" Grandma Josephine nodded.

"Balderdash!" Grandpa George exclaimed. "The kids who are going to find the golden tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day. Our Charlie gets only one a year. He doesn't have a chance"

Rose rolled her eyes at Grandpa George. She loved the man, but it seemed he always had to pick out the negative of every situation. She walked over to Charlie and crouched down so that she was eye level with him. "Everyone has a chance, Charlie. Even you" Rose promised him before wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

Grandpa George had just one more thing to add. "Mark my words, the kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat"

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #the chocolatier's rose

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emeraldeyes23 · 4 years ago

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Fictober/Fantober 2020 -

Day 11 - Moving In

Sorry for not updating. I created a really good story for "Road Trip" and "Enchanted Forest" together, but it will be a longer story, so I'll postpone it until later🙂 "It's nothing much compared to our apartment in New York.", Eiji said quietly, opening the door to their new apartment. While he had been treated at a hospital in New York, Eiji had looked for an apartment in Izumo for them. Which hadn't been easy from New York but with Ibe and his family's help, Eiji had finally found one. According to Eiji, it was small, but it was close to his family's home and college. After Eiji had unlocked the door, Ash peeked inside, then entered the apartment and looked around. He instantly liked it. It was small but modern and bright. It didn't have any furniture except for the kitchen that had come fully equipped. They had been lucky to buy it from the previous owner. In total, their apartment had a big living room, two smaller rooms for each of them, the kitchen as mentioned earlier, and one of those Japanese bathrooms he had read about. The living room also had a little balcony directed to the south so that they could enjoy the sun for hours there. He assumed that he wouldn't get shot here. Probably. "Eiji, it's perfect. I love it. It will look really nice once we've settled in." Ash smiled at Eiji, and he returned his smile, obviously relieved that Ash liked it. "I hope so.", Eiji said while looking around the rooms himself. He had only seen photos of it himself, after all. Ash stood behind him, then put an arm around him. "Thank you for all your hard work. Renting an apartment in Izumo while still in New York probably wasn't easy. Sorry that I wasn't able to help you with that." Ash had a guilty conscience because he had done absolutely nothing to help Eiji. "It's fine, Ash.", Eiji assured him. "You needed to rest after such a serious injury. And I haven't done much. My mom and Ibe helped me a lot.", Eiji replied, playing it down instantly. Ash smiled knowingly at him. Sure, his mom and Ibe had probably helped with the paperwork, but Eiji had probably done most of the work, looking for apartments and contacting the landlords and making appointments his mom could go to. Knowing Eiji, he had probably chosen their apartment with great care, knowing perfectly well that Ash had never had a real home, a place where he could relax and be himself. First and foremost, Eiji wanted to create a home, especially for him. A safe haven and a cozy place where he felt protected and comfortable. But playing it down was so like Eiji that Ash couldn't help but smile. "Eiji, you know I don't need a luxury apartment like the one we had in New York. The one in New York had always felt weird to me. I never felt comfortable there; it looked more like a museum than anything else. I felt like a stranger in my own apartment. I like this one much better. It looks bright, comfortable and cozy. And it will even look better when you have decorated it with some of your photos. And turned your room into a little photo studio." "And when you've created a library in your room for all the books, you'll most likely buy.", Eiji added, grinning. "So, which one of the rooms is mine?" _______________________ Ash woke up when the sun rays hit his face. He sat up and looked around in confusion but relaxed again when he saw Eiji next to him. He lay on the makeshift bed on his stomach and was busy making a list while Ash had still been sleeping next to him. "Hey, Ash. You're awake. Welcome to your new life in Izumo." He smiled happily at him before removing some strands from his face. "I'm making a list of things to buy for our apartment.", Eiji explained patiently while he slowly woke up. "Today, we can buy the most important things. I asked my mom for her car. We have a lot of work ahead of us, but I look forward to furnishing and decorating the apartment with you, Ash!" Eiji beamed at him with shining eyes. Ash lived for that innocent look in his eyes and his wide and honest smile.

Ash lived for that innocent look in his eyes and his wide and honest smile. Eiji could find joy in the simplest things. It was the one thing that Ash admired about him. Maybe one day, he could enjoy life as easily as he did as well. He really hoped so. In the morning, Eiji made a list of things they needed for the kitchen and all the other rooms: smaller furniture like lamps or chairs, cleaning products and a broom as well as a vacuum cleaner. And a ladder and a toolbox. Their top priority was a coffee machine, though. Meanwhile, Ash had measured all of the rooms and had written down all the details on a sheet of paper. Then they discussed which furniture they needed and how to arrange it best in their small apartment. That's a lot to buy." Eiji sighed dramatically but couldn't hide his excitement. "We probably need a whole week for that. It's a good thing we have enough free time at the moment. But that won't be cheap." A deep frown appeared on his forehead while he contemplated how they could afford all of that. "Don't worry about it, Eiji. I'll pay for it. I still have enough money left from my gang leader days. It always hid some money on the side in case of emergencies. That should be enough for all the furniture." "You can't pay for all of it. That's unfair!", Eiji exclaimed stubbornly while his burning brown eyes bored into his. "Eiji, please accept it, ok? It's my way to thank you for saving my life and convincing me to go to Japan with you.", Ash pleaded with him. Then he grinned at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You can pay me back when you're a famous photographer." Eiji still had that stubborn look on his face, but then his features softened, and he quietly nodded. "Fine, I'll accept your offer, but I'll pay you back later." ______________________ After spending several days in DIY stores and furniture stores, their new apartment looked pretty good. Ash had put up most of the furniture himself or with Eiji's help. Eiji's most outstanding talent didn't lie in reading construction manuals and following them; that was for sure. So, while Ash had put up the big furniture like their beds, the wardrobe and the shelves for their living room, Eiji had done the same with their desks and chairs. Eiji had also installed all the lamps, had cleaned their apartment, and put away all their equipment for their kitchen. He also established the coffee machine and the rice cooker. When he was finished, he had helped Ash finish putting up the shelf for their living room. The only thing that their apartment lacked was a couch that would only arrive in the next few days. Then, their apartment would be perfect. Eiji had also framed a few of his pictures and had hung it on several of the walls. Ash loved looking at them. They were bright and cheerful, and reflected the innocent and pure way he saw the world. Eiji had a good eye for detail, and his photos reminded him daily that photos could also be beautiful and create or freeze perfect, unforgettable memories forever. By the time they finished, their clothes were dirty; their faces were smeared with dirt, and droplets of sweat were running down their faces. Still, despite all the effort and the hard work he had done these last few days, Ash had never enjoyed himself more. He loved furnishing their apartment because it felt normal. This was the ordinary life he had always dreamed of. It felt great. And he loved watching Eiji walking around their apartment in deep concentration. He always got that cute frown on his face when he did that. He also loved how Eiji was humming to himself, smiling all the time. Somehow his smile had become even warmer since he was in Japan. Maybe because he was back in his hometown or perhaps because he knew they were safe now. Eiji was enjoying himself, too. It was visible in the happy glow in his eyes that made them shine a golden brown and in his posture, his good mood. And, Ash had to admit, Eiji looked really cute when all sweaty and dirty. That was a part of him he hadn't seen yet

#banana fish #ash lynx #eiji okumura #anime #manga #ash x eiji #asheiji #Fictober2020 #fantober 2020

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etlunainmorte · 4 years ago

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Devil May Cry playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons Headcanons

I'm back once more with another DMC playing ACNH headcanons based on my chat fic, 💙 Chat Buddies 💙!

This is, once again, dedicated to the one who started this trend of headcanons. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought of ever writing this. So, thank you so much to my friend, @beyond-the-mirror . And also, belated happy birthday, dearie! I hope you like this.💙💙💙

Also tagging the lovely @evilwvergil . I hope you like the little Vergil screenshots and I hope these make you smile. Also, @dreaming-gamer may find this funny and entertaining, hehe.💙💙💙

Part 2: Vergil

*How he found out about the game: Vergil could never understand kids these days. And his son, Nero, is not an exception. One day, just like Dante, he saw his son playing ACNH on his Switch, and at first he didn't mind it. But, then, when he got back home and saw (Y/N) playing the same game on her Switch and having so much fun with it, he came up with a small idea. Vergil is not very vocal about this but, he really wanted to be close to his son after being separated from him for so long. He wanted to understand him. He wanted to bond with him and be accepted as his family. And he is willing to play this foolish game with him so he could have a bridge towards Nero's heart. He'll do whatever it takes to win his son's heart and trust. He told (Y/N) about his little plan, and she agreed to help him.

*How he got the game: Acquiring money for a new gaming console is not a hard task for Vergil. After a few Devil Hunting commissions, he and (Y/N) were able to buy a Switch for Vergil, and the first game he installed? ACNH, of course ( although that sounds hilarious coming from the man of motivation, himself ). (Y/N) helped him plant fruit trees and flowers by visiting his humble island he simply named, Infinity ( based on one of William Blake's poems ).

*He never time travelled ( insert coughing Dante noises here ) despite knowing it would make things easier for him, and strived with hours and hours of gameplay, in between his Devil Hunting missions, to reach the glorious 5 - star rating. And, as expected of the eldest son of Sparda, he was able to reach it ( insert crying Dante noises here ).

*The reason for all that hard work? He wanted his island to be perfect and in top shape when he finally ask his son to visit. And he didn't disappoint. At first, Nero found it strange for Vergil to be indulging in such an activity but, then, he realized the ulterior motive of this. Like his father, Nero wasn't very vocal about his affections but, he truly appreciated the gesture and effort that Vergil has done. He felt so happy to bond with his father in his own little way. And so, father and son have found another way to spend time together, even if they're miles apart most of the time. They joined Bug Offs and Fishing Tourneys together, shared furniture and diys, Nero even helped Vergil set his own secret place in the island just to surprise (Y/N). (Y/N) appreciated the little gesture and found it cute and endearing, although the very obvious engagement ring that Vergil placed on the setup went way past her head, much to his and Nero's confusion of her utter denseness.

*Now, when it comes to Bug Offs and Fishing Tourneys, Vergil is very, very competitive. He worked and concentrated so hard to earn points just to get those three trophies. And his Happy Home Academy rating is no exception. He likes to flaunt all his trophies and event achievements. He even placed them in the library he spent so many days to set up to let others know that the eldest son of Sparda could never be defeated, even in a game such as ACNH. Not that Dante could best him at this, not at all ( for the record, Dante did quite good during the Bug Off and the Fishing Tourney. He was just too lazy to accumulate those points and only redeemed whatever prize he could get. Not to mention he's having a hard time getting his HHA points past the 100k mark, so, no. Dante is no match for Vergil this time ).

*Vergil is also very organized. His house is the epitome of perfection. His island is so neat and tidy and well - coordinated, using rustic items and little to no custom pathing. He also loves terraforming. There is something in terraforming that makes Vergil very excited. The thought of shaping his own island all by himself gets him going every time, and seeing his work at the end of the day gives him a feeling of satisfaction and achievement. This is good, yes, but barely anyone could disturb him when he's in what Nero calls his, God State.

*Vergil considers it as an act of benevolence when, one day, out of the blue, he insisted on visiting Dante's island and simply dropped, without a word, a complete set of furniture for his brother's pizzeria, all wrapped nicely. This included stalls with custom pizza signs ( because he knew Dante is too lazy to do one ), a neon sign post ( because he knew Dante loves these so much ), a set of diner chairs and tables, some condiments, a menu chalkboard, a hand mixer, an ice shaver ( for the strawberry sundae ), a soft serve lamp, and a hearth for the pizza. When Dante bugged Vergil and asked him why, he simply answered, "For you, scum", to which, Dante replied with, "Aww, Love ya, bro! Ur the best<3<3<3". Vergil didn't say anything else and just left.

*Vergil has no favorite villager. In fact, he can't seem to remember their names and only refer to them as, "Chicken", "Wolf", "Rat", or "Cub". He does seem to remember the name of only one villager, and that is Kyle ( only because Dante begged Vergil again and again to let go of Kyle because he's his dreamie. Vergil, of course, refused, and only said, "If you want it, then you'll have to take it." Pff,... ). Vergil doesn't even call the npcs by their real names! I.e.: Tom Nook = The Capitalist Raccoon, Isabelle = The Dog With The Missing Sock, Timmy = The Small Raccoon, Tommy = The Other Small Racoon, Mabel = Female Sonic ( don't ask ), Sable = Snob Hedgehog, Label = Fashionable Hedgehog, Blathers = Griffon, Celeste = Griffon's Sister, Flick = The Goth Chameleon, CJ = Justin Beaver ( again, don't ask ), Saharah = The Camel, Lief = The Land Hippie, Pascal = The Sea Hippie, Harvey = The Loner Hippie, Gulliver / Gullivarrr = Another Griffon, and Kicks = The Skunk.

*Vergil considers his Sushi Bar as the second best attraction of his island ( the first one being his secret date spot with (Y/N) ). Other than that, he has a café, an outdoor library, and some places that are still works in progress ( he's diligently waiting for all the latest updates like Nero ).

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Part 3: Nero and Kyrie coming soon!

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#vergil #devil may cry 5 #animal crossing new horizons #devil may cry and animal crossing crossover

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