#|| all trophies belong to me: the obsessed ||

[deisbookofdemons]

*skitters in and tosses cheese slices to the new muses and verse*

Jovia would squeak and then eat the cheese.

Jovvy would stare... then stab the anon with her butcher knife.

Proto Prince stared and then swung his head at the anon.

Cyber Leo tilted his head a bit. That cheese slice is much too small for him.

Charon stared at the slice when it landed on the ground. He then pecked at it a bit before trying it.

"Who goes arrrrround thrrrowing cheese slices at people?!" The Obsessed shouted.

"I agree with the bird. You shouldn't throw cheese at people. Especially around me." Critic commented, getting eerily close to the anon.

Darkest End tore the cheese apart.

"This won't help me." The Zero said.

"V.E.R.N." ate both the cheese and the anon.

All of the versions of the DCA jumpscared the anon.

[girlkisser13]

ares cabin headcanons

children of ares

• it’s more difficult to break a weapon in a child of war’s hand (with the exception being if someone was a child of the big three).

• they can pull of any shade of red.

• camo EVERYTHING. they just have a weird obsession with camo.

• a lot of them obsessively collect sneakers.

• they have nicknames/call signs for all their members, they don't choose one when they join, it'll be given to them sooner or later.

• leather jackets, military boots, aviators, chains, chokers and metal rings are the norm.

• there's always that one kid that likes to show off their butterfly knife tricks. (i’m sorry if that’s you.)

• every one of them has a scar somewhere, usually they got it even before they came to camp. they treat scars like tattoos—the bigger and more obvious they are, the more badass they are.

• all the armies on the loosing side are forced to serve them and their father so they can summon them at a time of battle and increase their power by invoking their father’s powers.

• they’re the best fighters in camp, but that doesn't mean all they have is physical strength.

• they have the strength to stand their ground and defend a point that is so strongly that many of them become outstanding politicians.

• they don't just teach people how to fight monsters, but they also basic self-defence for anyone who feels unsafe in the city.

• the tradition of capture the flag initially started as a dispute between the ares and athena cabin, with the other camps joining one of the two.

• it has always been a ceremony for the two cabins to always be against each other.

• they all have excellent posture because they’re always training, so they’re always wearing breastplates. (i’m assume breastplates improve your posture the same way corsets do).

• rumor has it there's an underground fight club that's invite-only (but you didn't hear that from me).

•those who have a taken a vow of nonviolence run an anger management group for their siblings who want to gain a little more control.

cabin exterior

• the cabin has a rugged, fortress-like appearance, with sturdy stone walls that seem built to withstand a siege. the front door is made of reinforced steel, adorned with battle scars and dents.

• it also has heavy punk rock aesthetics, which is ironic considering how much discipline is enforced within its members.

• various weapons, such as swords, spears, and shields, are displayed prominently on the walls, either as decoration or trophies from past battles. some are enchanted to glow faintly, adding an aura of intimidation.

• the cabin is adorned with tattered banners and flags, each representing a different battle or conquest. the ares symbol, a wild boar or a spear, is prominently displayed.

• the walls are covered in graffiti and markings made by the cabin members, depicting their victories, names, and personal symbols. these give the cabin a rough, lived-in look.

• the cabin itself might show signs of past conflicts, with scorch marks, cracks, and patched-up sections that hint at the intensity of the cabin's training sessions and disputes.

• at the entrance, there are statues of ares himself, standing guard and setting the tone for those who enter.

• the stuffed boar head at the front of the cabin acts as a surveillance system, it’s enchanted to squeal when there are intruders.

cabin interior

• the cabin has a minimalist, utilitarian design, with few decorations and a focus on functionality. the beds are simple, sturdy cots, and personal belongings are kept to a minimum.

• the bunks are arranged in a regimented, military style, with each camper's area neatly organized. personal spaces include a footlocker for storing gear and a small, sturdy nightstand.

• ac/dc is constantly playing in the background?

• every available wall space is utilized for weapon racks and shelves, holding an array of swords, spears, axes, and shields.

• the cabin has an area dedicated to training, with punching bags, weights, and practice dummies. there is even be a small sparring ring in one corner for indoor practice.

• various trophies from past battles and quests are displayed inside the cabin, including weapons, monster teeth, claws, and other memorabilia. these serve as a testament to the cabin's prowess in combat.

• large maps detailing various battlefields and strategic locations are pinned to the walls. they have markers and notes, reflecting ongoing planning and strategies.

• the interior features rough, durable materials like stone and wood, designed to withstand heavy use and combat-related activities. the floors are covered in animal skins and thick, worn rugs.

cabin traditions

• for every child of war that has died in battle, a spear bearing their name is placed on the roof of the cabin.

• they have a ritual where members show off their battle scars and share stories of how they got them, celebrating their bravery and toughness.

• they have regular evenings dedicated to cleaning, sharpening, and maintaining their weapons and armor, often accompanied by storytelling or strategizing.

• they have CONSTANT meetings where they plan strategies for capture the flag and other camp activities, often held in a militaristic fashion with a focus on tactics and leadership.

• they have regular sparring sessions where they challenge each other to friendly duels to improve their skills and rank within the cabin.

• before major events like capture the flag, they paint their faces and arms with war paint as a symbol of their readiness for battle and to intimidate their opponents.

divider by @sunkupng

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟰

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: this is really just a LH44 fic rec list bc my other lists were too long for tumblr to post 😭

Lewis Hamilton

Full Throttle⎢ Full Throttle Extended — @mauvecherie-writes ༝༚༝༚

The Art of Eating Pussy — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Give Me Besos — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Being Obsessed w/ Lewis’ Back — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Having Sex w/ Lewis for the First Time After Giving Birth — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bad For You⎢ What Happened in Hawaii — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Daddy’s Got You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

A Touch of Adrenaline⎢ Stand By Me⎢Birthday Cake w/ a Side of Brattiness  — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Try Me — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Where You Belong — ^ ༝༚༝༚

America’s Sweetheart — @saintslewis ༝༚༝༚

Facetime — ^ ༝༚༝༚

ONE ZERO FOUR — ^ ༝༚༝༚

All For Us⎢ Part 2 — @emjayewrites ༝༚༝༚

Silverstone Baby — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Fuck a Title⎢ Part 1 — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Quality Time — ^ ���༚༝༚

She’s Here and She’s  Ours⎢She’s Here and She’s Not Only Ours⎢She’s Here and She’s Just Like You⎢She’s Not Here, But She’ll Be⎢She’s Here and She Won’t Be the Only One⎢She’s Here and He Won’t Let Her Give Up — @pickingupmymercedes

“Just sit down, please!” — ^

Of Thorns and Blooms — ^

All These Little Things — ^

Boy From Stevenage — ^

A Thousand Times Over — ^

You’re The Strongest Person I Know — ^

Winner — @imaginaryf1shots

Soulmate — ^

Shattered — ^

P1 BABY!! — @23victoria

Could You Be Loved  — ^

Eros — ^

Five and One — @unitedhamilton

Roundup — ^

Flowers⎢Luck — ^

Just Like His Father — @ccsainzleclerc5516

Mini You — ^

Lovers and Friends⎢Bite⎢Skin Tight⎢Do You Want To⎢Queen Mother⎢ Father’s Day — @saturnville ༝༚༝༚

Baby Blue Hue — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Not in the Mood — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Why — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Relieving Pregnant!Reader’s Discomfort  — @norrisleclercf1

Lew Obsessed w/ Pregnant!Reader — ^

One Day We’ll Be Old — @uglyducklingofthe2000s

The Only Important Voice — ^

The Best Surprise — @lewisvinga

Beyond Meat — ^

That’s My Wife! — @itsmrshamilton ༝༚༝༚

Kiss it Better —  ^ ༝༚༝༚

Family Ties — @eccentricwritingbaby

Home — ^ ༝༚༝༚

One Night — @royallyprincesslilly ༝༚༝༚

Welcome Home — @peyiswriting ༝༚༝༚

Ferrari Family — @444lec33 ༝༚༝༚

Where’s the Trophy? He Just Comes Running Over to Me! — @youaresimplylovely

Satisfy the Fans — @maxillness

Gentleman — @viennakarma

Chapter 25 — @edwardslvrr

Those Sinful Eyes — @nor-4

Mum Said No — @starkwlkr

Until I Found You — @maxtermind

Album Release — @mclqren

‘Til I Touch, Touch, Touch You [Mob!Lewis] — @prettyfastcars

Daddy’s Here, Buddy — @russellsppttemplates

Heartbreak Syndrome [+ F1 Grid]⎢Ch. I-XIV  — @h4m1lt0ns

Jealous — @ham1lton ༝༚༝༚

Breaking the Contract — @verstappensrealwife ༝༚༝༚

Foolish — @sageispunk ༝༚༝༚

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request from your prompt list:

4.) "My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

And/or

12.) "You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

With Overwatch's Cole Cassidy. Preferably with a darling they've been living with in a surprisingly normal life with up until this point? He's managed to hide his yandere tendencies and live a totally normal life with them up until now?

Thank you,

~♠️

I can try, sure! Here's you catching Cole Cassidy red handed in some dark acts :) Wasn't entirely sure about plot so I hope this works-

Yandere! Cole Cassidy Prompts 4 + 12

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Manipulation, Jealousy, Murder mentioned, Coercion, General yandere themes, Secret picture taking, Possible OOC Cole, Consensual relationship turned forced.

Cole had been doing his best to hide his... behavior ever since he scored you as his. You were his little darling partner and he was determined to keep things that way. He told himself he'd behave once he got you as his.

Well... He lied to himself... and you.

Cole still seemed to keep his stalking habit. He still seemed to seethe with jealousy when some guy came up to you. With you being his... he thought he could stop.

Yet no matter how much he distracted himself with your sweet touch and smell, he still felt dangerous. When you weren't looking, he still beat up those too close to you. He still used his gun to get rid of the more troublesome issues and he did it all while lying to you.

Perhaps he could stop himself, maybe he really is just another monster. Yet he managed to tell himself that he could hide it and that everything would be okay. He convinced himself he can continue with this because you loved him now.

You haven't found out anything yet...

Until now.

"Shoot... Honey, please listen to me!" Cole panics when he sees your distraught face. In your hands are a select few items he was hoping to keep hidden. Photos of you... newspapers on crimes he's committed... the belongings of those who got in his way... trophies..

"What the hell is all of this!?" You yell, fear in your voice as you stare down at the mess of incriminating evidence. Cole watches as you drop the items on the floor before trying to approach. He couldn't keep it hidden forever, could he?

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."Cole mutters to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. You poor thing... you looked all scared of him and it was all his fault. He could've improved....

He really should've burned those items while he still could.

"You are not the man I've met and fell in love with!" You cry, tears streaming down your face as you back away. Cole notices you back off and steps closer. There's no way he's losing you now.

"Oh baby... Of course I'm the man you fell in love with!" Cole comforts, stepping closer like approaching a scared animal. "My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"Get away from me!" You growl, Cole's gaze darkening in response.

"Afraid I can't do that, Darlin'." Cole sighs before cornering you against a wall. You squeal a bit as he pulls you against his chest.

"You have no idea how hard I had to work to get you..." Cole whispers in your ear. "However, now you're mine. You'll ALWAYS be mine... I just wish you didn't have to learn the truth."

Cole chuckles when he sees you struggle. It's a shame, really. You two could've been perfect together. Now he has to work even harder to keep you to himself.

"Now... you and I are going to pretend this never happened, alright?" Cole continues, gaze never leaving yours as he stares you down. "I'll burn those items you dropped and we can be happy, okay?"

You want to refuse... yet you force yourself to nod when Cole frowns in anger.

"Good..." Cole praises, kissing your forehead softly.

"I knew you'd come around for me, Darlin'."

[gabessquishytum]

I have a dom/coach dream and sub/tennis pro hob expansion!

With dream as hob’s coach and his dom, all rolled into one package, you can’t call what they have a typical relationship. Dream isn’t buying him jewelry or flowers and hob isn’t taking him to dinner and pulling his chair out. But they are utterly wrapped up in each other and hob’s tennis career. It is too all-encompassing for the word boyfriend.

They don’t even really talk about it other than arranging their boundaries and communicating about it what is off-limits (which is not much.) dream takes excellent care of hob. he prides himself on it. But it isn’t a relationship.

Dream punishes and rewards hob. He picks his meals and checks over every inch of his body to ensure he is at peak performance. He knows all the ways to make hob cry and beg and promise to be good. He’s had hob on his knees warming his cock for hours but it isn’t a relationship.

Of course one night hob is caught with a hickey he didn’t quite disguise and suddenly everyone is wondering who his secret lover is.

Hob laughs it off like he does whenever he gets hit on and he plays along at press conferences and events, but he has no idea what to do. Is he supposed to confirm that he isn’t single? When Dream isn’t his?

(He certainly is Dream’s, but he knows so little about Dream beyond how his fingers feel twisting inside his needy hole, or how hard Dream is going to spank him based on how furrowed his eyebrows are.

So hob lies and pretends it’s someone else. Anyone else. While dream can only seethe at the very idea that anyone else could own hob, could do even a fraction of what dream can do for him.

It’s going to come to a head. Hob wants more. He wants everything. But he isn’t sure he can have it.

Oh I am rolling around and kicking my legs in the air!!! My emotions!!!!!! I'm obsessed with this "relationship" being both everything and nothing. They spend nearly every day together, they're completely wound up in each other and it's SO intense... but at the same time it doesn't feel properly intimate. There's a coldness. They don't talk about anything that isn't tennis, Hob’s career, Hob’s progress and potential. They're both desperate for more but what if it ruins everything?

Maybe Hob picks up an injury. It's not super serious, it's not going to take him out of the season completely. But it happens during a match and it's painful, and Hob is trying very hard not to cry in front of everyone because it hurts, and he'll have to concede the match and Dream will be so disappointed. But. Dream is there. On court with him, helping him pack up his stuff, shielding him from the crowd and the TV cameras. Once they make it to the locker room Hob is crying hard and saying sorry over and over while his physio checks out the injury. Dream cradles Hob’s head against his chest and hushes him, comforts him. He still holds him when Hob is all cried out and exhausted.

Back at the hotel with his injury treated, Dream gets in between Hob’s legs and gives him the most tender, loving blowjob. He kisses Hob’s hole over and over and slips his tongue inside, and Hob is wondering why? Why is Dream rewarding him like this? When all he did was fuck up in front of all those people?

All Dream will say is "I want to take care of you." Which sounds suspiciously like "I love you." But Hob isn't going to push him. He falls asleep in Dream’s arms, and in the morning Dream is awake and watching him closely - instead of good morning, he says "you belong to me." It's not a question. It's not a demand or a threat. It's just a fact.

And Hob is in pain, but he can't stop smiling. He's going to win every trophy and lay them all at the feet of this man, this man who owns him. And loves him, too.

[theyanderespecialist]

Crimson's Human (Headcanons) Yandere Crimson X Female Human Reader (Helluva Boss)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is where you are a female human and that Crimson is yandere for you. So good luck! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: Crimson is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.)

(Once Again, Please Enjoy this!)

-Yandere Headcanons With Crimson X Female Human Reader-

.It does not matter how Crimson met you, not at all.

.Once he came across you he knew he had to have you.

.His love for you is pure obsession at times.

.Since you are human you are easier to break, so he tries to hold back a bit with you.

.He does not want to break you more than he can fix.

.Though he is most like going to keep you locked up in his home.

.For various reasons.

.One humans do not belong in hell, he is doing his best to keep you safe and keep you from being taken from him.

.The other reason he does not want you to leave him or look at anyone else.

.He is very easily jealous.

.He is also not afraid of punishing you if he has to.

.Super possessive, you belong to him, no one else should even look at you.

.He would only trust a certain few around you.

.He is not completely cruel. He does want to make you enjoy your time here.

.So he will spoil you a bit.

.But most likely when he is angry at you for wanting to leave him he will say something like. "After all I have done for you? You think you can just walk away from me!?!"

.He will make you love him, no matter what, even if he has to break you.

.He is very much a controlling yandere.

.So he will control who you see, who you talk to, and sometimes what you do.

.Has no chill when it comes to dealing with his rivals, he will be the type to take trophies of their bodies after killing them.

.That way he can have a wall of all the rivals he has gotten rid of to keep you by his side.

.Will also have a wall of art of you naked in pictures with him. But that is in the bedroom.

.Is a passionate yandere, who adores and worships you, but expects you to worship him in return.

.You are a brad, which means to him your job is to be home, have kids, and warm his bed.

.You better do as he says and everything will be okay.

.He will not kill you but he will teach you a lesson in obedience if you break his rules.

.He confesses as soon as you get home, more or less telling you that you are now his and belong to him.

.You really do not get a choice in the matter.

.You are his and that is that the quicker you learn that lesson the better off you will be.

.Anyone tries to hurt you or take you from him?

.They are as good as dead.

.You are his prize, a human, his future wife, and his trophy.

.No one better think about taking you from him, and you better not think about leaving him.

.He will put them and you in your places. That way everyone knows that you are his.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[planetariumwriting]

Your Tasty Blood

Follow me on AO3: PL4NETARIUM

𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝: 𝟕𝟓𝟖

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: How much that knife blade hurt inside your flesh, but never as much as his possessive love for you. Why was it so difficult for you to understand this? Why couldn't you understand that all this was just for you? Only for you.

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, +𝟏𝟖

The light entered dimly in that dark room, but it was enough so that you could see your blood dripping on the white sheets. Did you know that. You had pushed Niragi to the brink of despair, to the point that his love hurt you even more. He was inside you, and every time he thrust deeper you could feel the edge of the knife inside you as well. The wound wasn't deep, imagine, but it hurt so much you could feel your flesh burning. The echo of the music also wandered, as did the light, faintly of the room. But you didn't care, you were too focused on Niragi's deep breaths and his words.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you that you're mine?"

He whispered that question close to your ear, causing shivers to run through your entire body at an indescribable speed. It didn't take long for Niragi to resume her torture against your neck: hickeys, bites and his tongue moving damn slow.

Yet you knew the answer to his question. It was never enough for you to hear yourself repeating how much you belonged to him, to the point of even wanting to risk your life by jumping into the lion's den. He kept kissing your skin, going down your body until he reached the wound that he himself had caused. He didn't think twice about placing his tongue against your blood, causing you to scream in both pain and pleasure. You felt so alive. At one point he looked into your eyes and you didn't know what to focus on at that moment: his eyes filled with lust and anger or his blood red colored lips. You were so confused and in love.

"Look at you, so desperate for me."

In an instant his lips met yours in a kiss so aggressive and passionate that it took your breath away. It didn't take long for her tongue to meet yours, making you taste blood. Niragi didn't stop moving inside you for a second, and didn't even give a fuck that you were about to reach another orgasm. When he pulled away from your lips, a small sound of disapproval escaped your mouth. This almost made him laugh; this time it didn't matter what you wanted, you didn't deserve that princess treatment that only he reserved for you. 

"Not even your pleas will convince me to give you what you want."

"Niragi...please..."

His teeth dug into your neck, he wanted to show everyone that no one could really get close to you. No one could really fall in love with you. Even if you didn't want it, you belonged to Niragi, forever. The moans were too loud to control, you couldn't even control your body anymore - never mind your voice. Almost as if on impulse your legs laced around Niragi's waist, somehow trying to unite yourselves into one body. 

It was pathetic on both sides of how you two fell in love. Transforming that intense feeling almost into an obsession, something that could no longer be broken. He didn't care about anyone else anymore; whenever someone wanted to hit on him, his rifle touched the person's forehead. A warning, which was enough to make it clear that his heart was already occupied. Niragi had changed, he didn't know if in a good or a bad way - but that didn't matter to him. Not anymore. In the eyes of the people, she just wanted to show his trophy, something he thought he always deserved: you. And you? What did you think about all this? In reality, it seemed to you that you didn't even have the right to think at times. You didn't deny yourself that you were madly in love with him. You didn't even care what people told you about him anymore; it was too late. You were so stubborn that as soon as all the hell of gaming was over, you'd be looking everywhere for him.

Your eyes met again and you could swear it was in these moments that only you knew a sweet side of Niragi that nobody knew. You placed your hands on his cheeks before kissing him once more. When he came inside you those flames got stronger, but not in a bad way. You felt whole again, like the search for that missing piece was finally over. Niragi, before falling exhausted on your body, found the energy to speak. He felt the need to let you know.

"I will never stop loving you."

[deisbookofdemons]

((New exes added and added the jovia and friends verse))

[portalhan]

˚ ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ 💭 who said i hated you?

pairing: kim seungmin x gn!reader

featuring: chan, jisung

synopsis: seungmin has dedicated much of his high school volleyball career to defeating you in the national championships, but when he watches your fall from grace, why is he... worried about you?

themes: volleyball au, high school au, fluff, angst if you really squint i guess, childhood friends to enemies to lovers

format: one shot

warnings: reader is briefly described as shorter than seungmo (sorry to all you tall folk, you already have enough rights sj,dfhkdjhf), slight swearing, injuries, generated high school names lol sorry

word count: 4k

fae's notes: c-can you tell i'm a haikyuu luver... this is my way of using my intricate knowledge of volleyball that i learned through obsessively watching and reading haikyuu. without having ever played the game. also i always find myself giving my best fic ideas to seungmin but like u know what this is my god-given duty for all my seungmin luvers. you are all precious to me. this one is for U. i'm also deeply insecure about my writing (especially this one because... idk i feel like it's not as good as i think it is) so pls tell me ur thoughts. give me constructive feedback. but i hope u enjoy tho mwah have a good new year everyone

the screech of rubber sports shoes squeaking against varnished wood floors, the echoes of skin against multi-coloured volleyballs reverberating throughout the gargantuan arena, the distant chorus of high schoolers yelling at their teammates to formulate a game play.

seungmin closes his eyes and takes a deep, fully-chested breath as he relishes in the charged atmosphere that fills the gymnasium. a familiar voice cuts through the haze as he feels a hand slap him on the back, before snaking its way around his shoulder. "another year in this damn stadium," chan's calculating gaze scans the place. "we better take home a trophy this time."

seungmin adjusts the strap of his duffel to sit more securely on his shoulder, and huffs to blow a stray lock of his hair out of his face. he turns to look at his captain and sighs: "i'll literally treat the entire team to pizza if we do."

"i know you meant that sarcastically, but the motivation is very real to me," a voice that can only belong to his team's eccentric libero, jisung, pipes up from behind him. seungmin can only roll his eyes before snapping something about how he'd love to see that motivation on the court back, as the team shuffle and squeeze their way through other courts over to their designated one, where they'll be having their first match of the national championships today.

once the team settles down on the benches and starts gearing up, seungmin spots a copy of today's tournament brackets and quietly picks it up for a quick inspection. his eyes immediately gravitate towards the name of his team—wildwood high—neatly printed on the sheet of paper, alongside the name of the opposing team—cape coral—indicating their first match. but then his gaze lingers a beat longer on the paper as he scans it again, this time looking for something else he can't really place his finger on (the thing is he actually does know but refuses to admit it to himself).

he finally spots it: laguna creek, court six. playing their first match today against another team he hasn't heard of, just an hour before his. his brows furrow in frustration, and he lifts his head back up before his gaze sweeps the crowd of the arena once more for court six.

the history between seungmin and you goes way back. you were neighbours for basically your entire childhoods, and for the longest time you were best friends who did everything together. that was precisely how both your and seungmin's love for volleyball began—it started with watching re-runs of the olympics on seungmin's ratty old box television in the early 2000s. enamoured by how cool the volleyball players looked, you both began (poorly) imitating it in his backyard nearly everyday after elementary school from then on.

seungmin's a little fuzzy on the details, but things changed just as you two were about to begin your first year at high school. you initially planned to go to wildwood high with seungmin for their volleyball team, since the school used to produce a handful of national players. but then your parents announced that they've split up and would be looking into officially filing for divorce, and you got whisked away by your mother to a suburb that was a good two-hour drive away, so you were forced to leave seungmin at this new school where he knew nobody. it's not like you loved this arrangement either, but you didn't really have a choice.

seungmin, being a pre-pubescent boy who didn't know how to process his feelings, took his frustration out on you, and pretty much blamed you for abandoning him. he lashed out at you the day you were due to leave, and basically called time of death on your friendship. you remember him screaming something about how you were "a shit friend for abandoning him" and how he was "happy about not needing to tolerate you in high school". those words really stung—you have always considered seungmin the only friend you'd ever need, but the feeling clearly wasn't mutual if he could bring himself to say such harsh things about you. over something you had no control over, too?

and so you moved across town, cutting off all contact with the boy for a short while. that was until both your high school teams crossed paths at your first national championships game. you wanted to ignore his presence, but seungmin started picking on you whenever your schools would cross paths at championships and friendly matches, and it just transitioned into this full-blown rivalry where you absolutely hated each other. if you were to ask seungmin why he even started picking on you on top of all the hurtful things he said to you before you left, he'd say it's because he hates you, but deep down, he just misses you.

"let me guess, you're looking for y/n again," chan tuts, arms crossed over his chest and foot tapping against the floor by the time seungmin snaps his head back around. "why are you so fixated on your stupid rivalry with them?" the younger boy raises a brow.

"have you seen them? they are insufferable. someone needs to humble them and if it has to be me, then so be it."

"are you actually mad that they might be a better setter than you?"

seungmin is genuinely offended by his captain's absurd statement. "are you crazy?"

"if you say so."

seungmin chooses peace today, and de-escalates the conversation by walking away, but somehow manages to end up at the bleachers right by court six. he immediately spots you right there on the court, loose strands of hair stuck to the sides of your sweat-coated face, eyes trained on the ball as you guide it towards your teammates. wearing that same goofy jersey your school makes your team wear—who the hell though bright orange and blue would make for a good colour combination?

your team is running some last-minute drills and warm-ups before the actual game begins in about 10 minutes. seungmin's eyes never leaves your figure as he silently debates going up to talk to taunt you, watching intently as you pull the middle blockers in a huddle to talk strategy.

so he does. he now finds himself with his feet just an inch shy from the white paint that marks the borders of the court, fingers entwined behind his back as he smirks at you. you immediately catch his eye—after all, all that staring from him was not at all hard to miss—and jog right over to him as you rolled your eyes so hard they hit the back of your head.

"first match today too, huh?" seungmin snidely remarks, looking down at you as you use your forearm to wipe the sweat from your forehead. "good luck, you're going to need it." you scoff—you didn't know what you expected from seungmin aside from his usual arrogance. you take a sip of water from your bottle. "you know i don't," you deadpan between gulps of water. "looks like you might, though. a little birdie told me cape coral got a new spiker, and he's in the running for the national under 19 team. i know how jealous of good players you can get."

seungmin immediately frowns, and you relish in his silent distress. "what do you mean?"

"why don't you find out for yourself? you only have about an hour, anyway," you give him a curt couple of pats on the shoulder with the emptiest smile plastered on your face. hm, seungmin thinks, how did you know about his match today? "i have a game to play now." you turn your back and jog away towards the rest of your team as the umpire blows his whistle to indicate the impending start of the match.

a perplexed seungmin is left spiralling about this mysterious new cape coral player as he sullenly makes his way back to the nearby bleachers to watch. the under 19 team? that's at least two leagues above the high school championships. how is his team going to progress past the first round now? cape coral has never been particularly outstanding; the furthest they've made in the competition in past years was literally the second round. this could really tip the scales.

the shrill blow of the umpire's whistle rudely interrupts his train of thought, shortly before your team makes the first serve. seungmin didn't really know what he expected—laguna creek has always been a formidable team every single year he's been in the high school volleyball scene, and ever since you joined two years ago, you've been something of a star player. it really comes as no surprise when your team dominates the first set by a good seven points.

but then something completely unexpected happens. it happened so fast that seungmin couldn't recall the exact details even if he wanted to, but just as you were about to set the ball to a spiker, one of your middle blockers accidentally collides with you at full force. their foot completely pushes down on your ankle, sending you pummelling straight to the ground with a thud that was concerning level of loud. he may have been hallucinating, but he thought he heard you yelp very slightly. his eyes widen as he shoots up from his seat to run over to the court-side, as you wince and hisse in pain while gripping the flesh around your ankle, which is now visibly reddened and swollen. the umpire hastily calls for a time-out.

seungmin can only stand there and watch you in silence as his heart violently pounds against his ribs. the middle blocker responsible for your plight shies away in a corner as your team surrounds you, apologising profusely as tears threaten to pour out of her eyes. you assure them it's not her fault through gritted teeth, as your coach frantically asks for volunteers to accompany you to the infirmary.

seungmin isn't sure why he felt compelled to, but before he had the chance to think his response through, he raises his hand and says, "i'll do it." your coach's head snaps up to examine the volunteer, brow slightly raised when her eyes meet seungmin's. he could tell she was a bit confused about why kim seungmin from wildwood would want to personally bring you to see a nurse, but she doesn't complain. seungmin immediately rushes to your side and slings your arm around his shoulder, with his own wrapping around your waist for support as he lifts you up with a grunt. you wince even harder from the sudden movement as you limp your way out of the main hall with seungmin by your side.

your short walk to the infirmary was mostly just awkward silence, with the occasional groan from the pain of accidentally putting pressure on your injury. you guess your curiosity got the better of you when you decide to fuck it and just break the silence. "why are you even helping me? i'm surprised your skin didn't start melting upon touching me." it's not as though seungmin completely didn't expect some sort of skepticism from you, but the sense of defeat that laced your words was what caught him off guard. you feel his grip tighten around your waist as he tries to think of an answer that wouldn't sound weird.

"i'm not a monster, you know," seungmin huffs under his breath, refusing to make eye contact with you as you both trudge on. "i just need you to be back in the game. i can't score one over you if you're out of commission, right?"

your immediate reaction was to scoff. "score? yeah right," you sneer, but pause for a beat as you let his response sit a bit. "but i suppose you're right," you mutter after a while, eyes darting everywhere but seungmin's figure. you spot the infirmary room in the distance and mentally thank god. "although, it is a bit weird seeing you be this kind to me. if i didn't know any better, i'd even think you cared about me."

blood rushes up to seungmin's ears as he slides the door open, keeping his lips sealed in case he blurts out anything he can't take back. "i only care about properly defeating you." he knows somewhere deep down that that was a bald-faced lie, but you are too pre-occupied with your ankle to retaliate the way you always do. after setting you down on the bed, seungmin wordlessly takes a seat on a chair at the corner of the infirmary as the nurse checks your injury out. "it seems you might have fractured your ankle," she deduces after a while. panic visibly takes over your face as you ask about what you should do. "i'm afraid you'll have to go to the hospital to get this patched up properly. i can call an ambulance," she says. "you might not be able to play for a few months."

seungmin watches you intently as you just sit there, processing the news in complete silence as your gaze burns holes in the floor, your fingers gripping onto the edge of the bed. seungmin doesn't really know what to say or do, except to heed the nurse's instructions to return to the court to inform your couch about the decision to hospitalise you. he's puzzled by his own reaction as he hastily walks back—he should be gloating about the way you're practically removed from the picture, but why does he feel like complete shit?

the day carries on as usual. the ambulance arrives and you're loaded in on a stretcher, although seungmin wasn't able to see you leave since he had his own match to worry about. turns out, you were just lying about the new cape coral player to rile him up—thank god, he thinks—so seungmin's team managed to easily beat them out and progress to the next round. he doesn't tell his teammates about the mishap with you earlier, and no one really notices the way an air of dreariness clouded him today, except for chan. while the rest of the team celebrate the win, he quietly pulls him to the side for a quick check-in.

"is everything alright?" chan mutters under his breath to avoid eavesdroppers, once he brings seungmin to a secluded-enough corner. "couldn't help but notice you were a little off your game today. just a little, though."

right, nothing can ever really escape chan when it comes to his team, can it? seungmin's shoulders slump as he sighs, before he quickly gives him the run-down of what just happened with you earlier chan's face just morphs into an expression of concern as he listens on. both your teams brushed shoulders a lot, considering you were both pretty on par in terms of skill, so chan is pretty well-acquainted with you. he is understandably shocked—your reputation as one of the best setters at the national high school level precedes you. you were always known for being precise and intentional with each move, so to hear that you got taken out by an injury sustained on the court (by a fellow teammate, no less), is unexpected. as chan processes the news, seungmin can only look down as he fidgets with his fingers.

"you know, it's very out of character for you to actually be... i wanna say... bummed out by this," chan observed as the setter's gaze remains on his hands. "that's weird."

of course it's weird, seungmin thinks, he doesn't know our history. "i'm just angry they couldn't take care of themselves better. how am i supposed to one-up them now? it wouldn't be a real win." the way chan tilts his head and purses his lips at his response, seungmin notes, indicates he doesn't buy his excuse. "come on, be honest with me. you like them, don't you?"

the younger boy's eyes immediately widen as his head snaps back up. "you're insane," seungmin declares, but the way the blood rushes to the tips of his ears betrays him. "why would i ever like y/n? you need to wash your eyes out with bleach, look at them again and get back to me."

although it was a complete shot in the dark, chan can't help but laugh at how dramatic seungmin is being over his theory—it basically confirmed his suspicions. "look, i've seen the way you and y/n act around each other. you pretend like the feeling is a mutual hatred, but i can see that you actually care for one another underneath all the snipes and jabs. true arch nemeses don't go out of their way to keep tabs on the other like you two do," chan explains once he calms himself. now the blush makes its way to seungmin's cheeks. " i don't know in what world it's considered acceptable to personally escort your number one enemy to the infirmary after an accident, but it's certainly not this one. i can tell your relationship runs deeper than it shows on the court. you have to sort this out. the tension is killing me."

what tension??? seungmin doesn't really know how to respond, so he just scoffs and walks away, but he knows better than anyone that there's truth to chan's words, even if chan didn't know it himself. perhaps he does care about you, because otherwise, why would he feel so bad about what happened today? seungmin and chan just silently tail behind the team as everyone boards the bus in a single file.

no matter how hard he tries, seungmin can't stop thinking about the conversation he just had with chan on the bus ride back to campus. he's sitting a few seats shy from the back on the bus alone, earphones plugged in and blasting some song from a random playlist he hastily put on the moment he sat down in an attempt to clear his mind. but the moment he sees the bus pull up in the school's parking lot, he hurriedly bids goodbye to his team—chan flashing him a knowing, almost fatherly smile when he makes eye contact—rushes over to his bike, mounts it, and speeds off to the hospital.

perhaps it was the adrenaline from cycling for 15 minutes straight, or maybe it was the escalating anxiety of actually having to talk to you without insulting you, but by the time he parks his bike at the hospital lot, he feels a huge lump form in his throat as he saunters through the sliding doors. "is there a y/n here? i believe they just came in for a fractured ankle," he asks the receptionist, who points him to a ward just around the corner. he warily walks over, mind racing.

"knock knock," seungmin manages to say, after taking a giant gulp to quell his nerves. he peeks through the door to see you sitting upright on the hospital bed, foot wrapped in a thick, white cast. you immediately recognise his voice, and feel your breath hitch in your throat right before you beckon him to come in. you kind of just awkwardly sit there in silence as seungmin dawdles bedside, trying to formulate what he wants to say.

"what did the doctor say?"

"i'm out for two months. might take longer."

"oh."

seungmin clears his throat as he quickly scans your disheveled appearance. you don't really notice since you're doing everything in your power to avoid his gaze, but even then you couldn't hide how upset you were about being crippled by an injury as preventable as this. "how are you feeli-"

"why are you here?" you cut him off, voice raised, boldly spinning your head around to look seungmin dead in the eye. "are you trying out some new demented way to make fun of me? to insult me?" your voice cracks a little bit as you feel your eyes sting from the onset of tears. you aren't really sure what overcame you to confront him so aggressively like this. sure, you certainly have dished out your own fair share of insults to seungmin's face, but they were usually more playfully snarky and sarcastic. this is different; this is personal, but not towards him. you're angry at yourself for letting this happen, and you're taking it out on seungmin. he blinks and attempts to stutter out a response.

"i was just worried," he sheepishly admits, gaze falling to the floor and arm reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. "about... about you."

"why now? why after all these years of hating me?"

"who said i hated you?"

now it's your turn to be caught off guard. your eyes widen as you wait for him to elaborate. "i never hated you," he mutters after a brief pause.

"then why do you treat me like you do?"

"i..." seungmin trails off, squeezing his eyes shut and gulping one more time for good measure. here goes nothing. "w-when you moved away all those years ago, i just didn't know what to do. i was so scared of losing you and i didn't know how to deal with that. so i did what i knew best—push you away first," he rambles as you silently process his words. "then when i saw you again... and i didn't want to come across as weak. so i continued pretending like i hated you. but i never have."

"that's not good enough."

seungmin throws his head back and exhales deeply, heart pounding so violently in his chest it feels as though it's about to pop out any second. "i...i care about you. more than you know. no matter how hard i tried to push you away, i just couldn't."

"still not good enough."

"fine, i like you! i always have," seungmin finally exclaims, throwing his hands up in pent-up frustration. "damn it, was that what you wanted to hear?" it was such an extremely, emotionally charged reaction, but for some reason you couldn't help but giggle profusely as you watch his epiphany unfold before your eyes. you know he's going through something serious here, but watching him act out like this with such strong emotion—while literally looking like a puppy in human form—feels like watching a muppet having a rage episode. "wait, wait," seungmin pauses as he notices your... unusual reaction. "was this just one big, elaborate scheme to get me to embarrass myself in a hospital?"

you absent-mindedly sit up to assure that that was not the actual plan, and completely forgot that your ankle is in a cast. you wince and hiss in pain again, now eliciting seungmin's own fit of laughter. "you're a brilliant setter and a smart, handsome kid, but you are so incredibly dense," you finally tell him between giggles.

"what the he- wait, did you just say handsome?"

"i've always liked you too, you know. since before i can even remember. so when you said those things to me and continued acting like you hated me all this time, i just thought you moved on. so i never did anything about it."

"wha-"

you press your index finger against his lips to quickly shut him up. "sshh. let me finish," you tell him, and he mouths an apology. "i can't lie, you really hurt me. i don't know if we can go back to what we were just yet," you mumble as your hand cups and gently caresses his cheek, and he leans into your touch. you spot the sadness in seungmin's eyes, but you can tell he understands where you're coming from.

"telling you how sorry i am can't even begin to cover it, y/n. i know how much i hurt you. i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore," seungmin says, teary-eyed.

you couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped you after he said that. seungmin tilts his head and raises a brow as he watches yet another abnormal reaction from you. "woah, woah, when did we jump to that conclusion? i never said i didn't want anything to do with you anymore, silly," you smile softly, using your thumb to wipe the little traces of tears that welled in his eyes just a few seconds before. "let's start over. how about a date first?"

you wish you could capture the way seungmin's eyes lit up. his own hand reaches up to hold yours against his cheek, squeezing your fingers as his lips press a chaste kiss onto the skin of your palm. "let's do that."

[the-whispers-of-death]

when i started sending asks about rich reader i imagined him to be a shorter (compared to Sarabi) man with some chub but still strong and a little older. but like.....

it would be like the rabbit who is obsessed with his girlfried who is four times bigger. like rich reader would be in some rich people gathering and be like

reader: and this is my wonderful partner (he wants to call Sarabi husband so bad he's gnawing on the bars of his enclosure)

*pulls Sarabi to his side, arm around his waist while reader is like... tall enough to reach Sarabis chest at best*

reader: isn't he wonderful *proceeds to poeticize about how much he loves Sarabi and how great their relationship is to his rich friends*

short king reader raaahhhh!!!!!

I don't know if it's because Sarabi writes poetry, listens to classical music, and wears turtlenecks as a staple of his wardrobe, but I feel like out of all of my OCs, Sarabi is the one who'd thrive the most if he was taken to a gathering full of rich people. He's a refined man, even with his job and his burn scars. And I mean, he'd love you gushing over him when talking to your friends while he's right there. Let him be your trophy boyfriend!

You couldn't deny that Sarabi looked like he belonged at the party, wearing a beautiful all-black suit with a black turtleneck underneath to hide the burn scars on his neck. He didn't wear a mask or balaclava, because he knew he'd garner more attention with them on and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass you, but even with the entire right side of his face burned, he still managed to fit in with your friends.

He happily followed you as you made the rounds, your arm wrapped around his waist as best as it could with him being so large. Your head just barely reached his chest, but you led him around so easily. He was on his best behavior, using his knowledge of classical music and poetry to wow your friends.

And God, did he preen and melt when you gushed about him to your friends. He somehow managed to stand even taller, his posture even straighter than usual somehow, as he listened to tell your friends he was just the best boyfriend ever.

You rambled about his accomplishments in the military, how he had a hand in helping keep the world safe. And all the while, the hand that wasn't wrapped around his waist was gently rubbing his chest through the fabric of his suit.

He'd gently grab your hand and press sweet, gentle kisses against your knuckles, so deep in love with you. Anyone who looked at you two knew you both were enamored with each other.

But that didn't stop someone from commenting on Sarabi's burn scars.

You had once left him for a little bit to talk to someone who was in the middle of the crowd so you couldn't take him with you, just because he took so much space so he was just standing near the wall. And some pompous man sidled up to Sarabi, a sneer on his face.

"Well aren't you a tall drink of handsome?" the man said mockingly, his judgmental eyes on the right side of Sarabi's face, where year-old third-degree burns marred his face. "It's so disgraceful of {Name} to bring you out in high-society. You should be back home, locked away so no one can see you."

Sarabi eyed the man, but he didn't let the man's words anger him. He was determined on being on his best behavior for you.

"{Name} is entitled to bring whoever he wants to these gatherings," he told the man, his voice bored since you were gone. "Besides, you don't have to be in my space and look at me, I'm sure there's several other people who'd love to talk with you."

The man's face turned red with anger, having been expecting to tear Sarabi's self-esteem down enough to make Sarabi cower in his presence. With his tight grip around his glass of champagne, the man opened his mouth to insult Sarabi some more, but you came back before he could.

"Mr. Peters! It's been so long since we've last seen each other," you said, your voice so sweet as you took your place beside Sarabi once more. Your arm wrapped around Sarabi's waist on instinct. "I trust you and Sarabi were having a nice conversation before I came."

Mr. Peters obliviously misinterpreted your sweet, subtly threatening, tone to mean that you hadn't heard him insulting Sarabi. "Your boyfriend is very rude, {Name}," he complained to you. "And he's not very nice to look at. I'm shocked you didn't leave him at home."

Your beautiful eyes darkened at Mr. Peters' words and you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly. "You talk of Sarabi like he's some show dog to parade around. He's my boyfriend, no matter what he looks like."

You let go of Sarabi's waist to step closer to Mr. Peters, towering over the shorter man because while you were shorter than Sarabi, you weren't too short.

"I suggest you leave us alone, before I decide to disregard decorum. I know how to properly act, unlike you, but I won't have you insulting my boyfriend."

Mr. Peters gulped and scurried away like the coward he was, leaving you to fret over Sarabi. You cooed at him, making sure he knew you weren't ashamed to be seen with him.

The rest of the night went by well, no one else giving Sarabi a hard time. You two left the gathering at a reasonable time, heading home since Sarabi had work in the morning. You slept with his head resting on your stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist, passed out against you as you were his safe space.

It was safe to say Mr. Peters wasn't invited to other parties after that night.

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When I say a character that is so ridiculous it's actually amusing I mean characters like this guy. He's a creepy, possessive, insanely jealous, hypocritical, misogynistic dipshit. But he's so much of that last one that he launches himself into ironically funny territory. Like I'm not even lying, this monumental dumbass made choices that were so obviously stupid and with such obvious consequences that his smooth brain couldn't fathom that I had to set my phone down because I wanted to continue only after I got over my laughing fit.

If you don't know the story, Karl Ulrich Echmont is a snivelling little mommy issue bitch boy who actually has a concubine before he gets married to the FL Adelheid, and is so hateful to her he spends his wedding night with said concubine instead of his wife. Adelheid figures whats good for gander is good for goose and hires a guy named Lionel who is officially supposed to be her aide and lover but she really just wants help doing unimportant things like, I dunno, actually helping the people of the Empire because OF COURSE Karl is as shitty a ruler as he is a husband. This flips his yandere switch and he goes from "You ain't shit Adelheid" to "YOU'RE MINE AND MINE ALONE NOW LET ME PUT A CHAIN AROUND YOUR NECK AND SNIFF YOU." Strangely enough, Adelheid doesn't take well to his newfound possessiveness and tells him to kick rocks if he won't let her help people, and any time she brings up something that he doesn't like (like, say, "We Should destroy all the evil magic towers that bring monsters that kill people and force them into slums") he immediately cries about how Lionel obviously set her up for this and goes into rant mode.

His genius plan to get her to finally submit to being his trophy wife cocksleeve is to out her on trial and have her stripped of her title as empress because she didn't do her duties of consummating the marriage (despite the fact that HE LEFT HER ALONE ON THEIR WEDDING NIGHT) because he honestly believed that she would throw herself on the ground and beg for mercy, which he would of course give as long as she let him take her to pound town. And when she's like "Fine, I won't be empress anymore" he throws the mother of all hissy fits, then later comes to her palace to one, get on his knees and tell her "I LURV YOU" and when she's obviously disgusted with that gets mad and starts screaming that she's his empress and belongs to him.

Yeah. He literally stripped her of her title as Empress only to then declare she's the empress after she has made it clear she doesn't want to be empress.

This man is so fucking ridiculous that his concubine Diane, who was desperate to hold onto his love for her, begins to realize he ain't shit. How bad do you have to be for the white lotus who's obsessed with you to go "Nah, I don't want him anymore." Even SHE is beginning to realize Adelheid is better than he'll ever be. Absolute clown.

Of course this makes the Schadenfreude absolutely delicious. I live to see characters like Karl get their comeuppance in general but he's such a failure in every way that his downfall is especially tasty.

[nidhi-writes]

Jazbaat: A Fiery Tale of Love and Desire

Please be aware that this fanfiction contains scenes of violence and explores mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Author's Note: I want to clarify that my fanfiction based on the movie "Animal" is purely a work of fiction and is not meant to endorse or justify any actions or behaviours depicted in the film. I do not support or agree with the characters' actions or attitudes portrayed in the film. My intention is solely to explore the characters and scenarios from the movie in a different light and to see how much more depth and complexity I can bring to them through my writing. Thank you for understanding.

Please note that I do not own any characters from the original movie Animal. The only characters that belong to me are the original characters (OC) created for this fanfiction.

(Preview)

‘Let me go,’ she whispered to him, gritting her teeth. Her heart started to break at what she was experiencing right now and by whom.

With rapid breaths, he shook his head and tightened his hold on her. In his mind, he was already planning ways to keep her close to him and only him; all these years, he had ached for the one thing, which was her. And no way in hell would he let her go now, after all these times.

‘You can’t seriously do this to me.’ A tear fell on her face as she tried to remove herself from the person she loved. Right now, all she could see was the obsessive, possessive person, not the man she fell in love with.

With his big hands, he took her chin and forced her to see his eyes, which spoke all the words his mouth couldn’t do, but it still didn’t change her mind.

She is not supposed to stay here and doesn’t want to now. Whatever feelings they had for each other don’t matter now.

‘You are married, Abrar. Not once but thrice, and you can’t possibly have me either! I am not some side-chick you could have as a trophy to showcase, and I will never be yours.’  She spat the very well-known facts with disgust on her face.

‘Not yours. Not yours, ' Abrar kept, hearing those words that left Aparna's mouth. As his eyes turned red with anger, his hands tightened around her chin, causing her breathing to become rapid.

‘I am yours Abrar. We are one soul and will always be.’ Abrar remembered their promise and her words when they were both young. And it doesn’t matter how the present is; all he knows is that she is his as much as hers.

She is the flower that makes his morning bloom.

She is the sky that covers him as a blanket.

She is the hunger that keeps his animal alive.

She is Aparna to his Abrar.

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Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 6: International Man of Mystery

Shadow made his way to Tails’ lab, intent on asking the crafty fox to design something for him. During the melee that took place earlier, Aurora’s communicator had been shattered, and he felt personally responsible. He reached the lab and gave a firm knock on the door.

“Uh, hey Shadow!” said Tails when he opened the door. He stood fidgeting with a stylus and looking apprehensive. Shadow’s relationship with Sonic’s friends had never been very “warm and fuzzy.”

“Tails,” acknowledged Shadow. “May I come in? I have a little project I’d like you to undertake.”

“Sure,” said Tails, stepping back to let Shadow by. “Let’s head over to the workbench where CC is.”

Shadow pulled out the broken communicator he had slipped from Aurora’s bag when she was checking on her mother. He handed it to Tails, who let out a brief whistle.

“This thing’s been through the ringer!” he said, turning it around in his hands. “What happened?”

“It belongs to Aurora,” replied Shadow. “It sustained major damage during a, uh, scuffle.”

Tails narrowed his eyes at Shadow. “You broke it, didn’t you?”

Shadow simply nodded. 

“Well, that’s no problem! What do you want me to do exactly? I’m not so sure this much damage can be repaired,” Tails said, noting it had missing parts.

“Can you make a new one for her?” asked Shadow.

“You came to the right place!” replied Tails. “I’ll make a her one with all the latest technology! I’ll even make it her favorite color!” Tails was getting excited thinking of the possibilities.

“Good,” said Shadow. “Spare no expense. When can I pick it up?”

Tails thought a minute. “For Aurora? I’ll have it ready for you by 4:00!”

“Sounds good,” replied Shadow with a sly grin. He knew that fox would fast track anything for Aurora.

When he turned to leave the lab, he saw the award Aurora had mentioned earlier. It stood in a glass case near the exit, so he walked over to examine it. The trophy stood about a foot tall and was shaped like an obelisk. It’s jet black shell was like none he’d ever seen. The certificate lay flat on the shelf next to it. The trophy looked legitimate enough, but the award certificate was very suspicious. Several words, including Tails’ last name, had been misspelled.

Shadow walked back over to Tails. “Aurora mentioned that you had never heard of the award committee that gave you that prize.”

Tails nearly jumped out of his skin. He had already engrossed himself in the task of building her new communicator. Plus, Shadow had a way of startling everyone.

“Yeah, that was a new one on me,” he replied, embarrassed. Clearing his throat, he continued. “The committee just stopped by one day with the award… two rather strange-acting guys. They said they had seen my work at the Global Automation Fair.”

“Strange-acting in what way?” Shadow asked, crossing his arms.

“They just seemed kind of… jumpy, I guess. They didn’t really have a whole lot to say. The whole ordeal was over in five minutes.”

“Hmmm…” came the reply from Shadow. “May I look more closely at the trophy?” he asked.

“Sure,” said Tails, shrugging. Why was Shadow so interested anyway? 

Shadow walked to the display case and opened the glass door. The trophy’s dark surface somehow bore a leathery look. Placing his hand around it, he was taken by surprise to feel the relic begin to warm under his touch. Withdrawing his hand, he called to Tails over his shoulder.

“Have you noticed anything odd about this trophy?”

“Geez, he’s obsessed…” Tails muttered under his breath. “Nope,” he said aloud, hoping Shadow would leave him to his work.

Closing the cabinet, Shadow turned and left the lab, deep in thought.

“Is he always so… mysterious?” asked CC when the door closed.

“That’s Shadow for you,” said Tails. “You never really know what to expect.”

“Hasn’t he been both friend and foe to your group in the past?” CC was searching her internal files for memories of Shadow that she had gleaned from others.

“Yeah,” said Tails, “but I think his feelings for Aurora have solidified the friendship part. According to Sonic, it’s very likely that Shadow is in love.”

CC was intrigued, but saw that Tails was once again trying his best to concentrate on the new communicator. She filed the conversation away for another time.

[yanderes-galore]

YES YES YES I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR DARK SOULS (I didn't realize it was a last minute addition to that one period) 

Could you do general romantic HC's for Pontiff Sulyvahn? He's *such* an irredeemable bastard, and is genuinely the only souls character (Aside from Elden Ring's Mohg, but they're completely separate universes, and maybe an exception for Adrich) that's actually just pure evil. No gray morality or anything. If you don't mind, could you also do a small tidbit on how he'd treat a Crossbreed!Darling? Thanks again, I love your work so much

I tried my best to research and not call upon Dark Souls Anon for this so I hope I did good. Sorry it's short, I wasn't sure what to add :(

Yandere! Pontiff Sulyvahn with Crossbreed! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Imprisonment, Isolation, "Courting" (It's not), Ownership, Dehumanizing behavior, Forced relationship.

Based on what my research has told me, Sulyvahn would be nearly impossible to flee from.

Through charisma, sorcery, and exploitative behavior... Sulyvahn managed to conquer an entire holy city and more.

Once he did so, he created monstrosities through magic and made many of his loyal pets.

Not only that, but he created a magical barrier around Irithyll, one to prevent anyone from leaving or entering unless they were given a certain doll.

I imagine you'd be a crossbreed related to Gwyndolin and Yorshka.

One that has draconic features like other crossbreeds shown (I do believe this is what you meant?)

Sulyvahn would imprison you as his form of courting.

Based on who he is and what he's done in lore, you're yet another pet.

Except, you are no experiment or made a monster by a special ring.

Sulyvahn wants to keep you as you are, weak and at his mercy.

Sulyvahn loves power.

He has twin blades and ridiculously powerful spells at his disposal.

By the time you meet him, he doesn't speak much.

He doesn't have to... his presence exudes an intimidating amount of power.

You're no doubt kept with him at the cathedral, surrounded by holy images and readings... yet held hostage by such an unholy and tainted being.

Can you even call Sulyvahn a man?

He's far from it... He's a monster...

A monster who keeps you as a little pet, under the guise of courting you.

No, every touch he gives is far from loving.

You're a trophy of his conquest, especially as a crossbreed.

His touches are rough, yanking you against his chest when not busy ruling.

Like a doll in the hands of a reckless child.

The very few words he says come out as mocking, all taunts about your siblings.

How's it feel, draconic offspring?

How's it feel to know your brother is being devoured alive?

How's it feel to know your sister is being locked up all alone without you?

If anything, aren't you the luckiest of them?

You get to be with your new ruler.

Through marriage, you'll be his cute little pet.

The time of your family has ended.

It ended long ago.

Sulyvahn uses the fate of your family to taunt you into submission.

He enjoys seeing you shrink away.

You can't go anywhere and you know it.

You'd need the Pontiff's permission...

He'd never do that.

No, to Sulyvahn you belong beside him.

You're his to adore, his to coo at while he mocks you.

His cute little crossbreed to toy with.

Bringing a God to their knees, it's the ultimate power play to him.

You're adorable to him....

It's euphoric to see your fear when you see all the people that used to roam the city become monsters due to that dreaded false flame.

While everyone suffers, Sulyvahn insists on holding you close.

He claims as his spouse... his partner... he'll give you anything but freedom.

He has the power to demand.

Anything he wants, he gets.

He's already caused worse fates than just bloodshed.

If he wants to spoil you for your good behavior, he'll find a way.

Your life may not be the same as your siblings... but it's your own personal hell...

Especially since you're forced to play spouse to the monster who exploited this mess.

You're forced to be the imprisoned cross breed stuck in a cathedral...

Stuck as the pretty spouse for the Pontiff tyrant... the very same one who's holding your siblings captive to earn the obedience of you and the entire city.

[lovesick-boys-club]

Большой список с яндере-асмр'ами.

АСМР собрала в основном на английском, так что, если на слух понимаете, то можете послушать с кайфом. Если же нет: некоторые аудио записаны по сценариям, текст которых можно найти в инете+в ютубе можно подрубить сабы.

Список состоит из двух частей: в первой — аудио (soundgasm), во второй — видео (youtube).

В будущем *наверное* список буду пополнять. И нужно сказать, что я находила контента куда больше, но добавила лишь то, что мне самой понравилось. да, мне нужен врач

Предупреждение: почти все аудио 18+, видео без рейтинга.

п.с. как-нибудь сделаю отдельный пост с японскими CD-драмами (я в них лучше плаваю, лол)

I. AUDIO

1 | Hades is in love with you -> у этого куна советую послушать и другое (красиво говорит по-французски в некоторых аудио)

2 | The Dominant Yandere -> у этого куна советую послушать ВООБЩЕ ВСЕ (у него ахуенный британский акцент 😩)

3 | Forget Me Not -> у этого куна много яндерного, зацените (у него тоже классный британский акцент)

4 | Your Biggest Fan

5 | Taste What we Did Together

6 | Loving Boyfriend Gets Possessive And Tricks You Into Giving Him Your Attention!

7 | No Escaping Your Imaginary Childhood Friend / Your Imaginary Childhood Friend Loves You Still

8 | Happy Valentine's Day (британский акцент)

9 | Making You Understand Who You Belong To

10 | The Cabin in the Woods

11 | Your Possessive Ex-Boyfriend pays your a visit

12 | Your Abusive Ex-Husband Wants His Family Back / Caught trying to escape / Taking Back My Wife to Start Again

13 | You Wouldn't Dare

14 | You drive me crazy in the best possible way

15 | Ich weiß alles über dich (немецкий, скрипт)

16 | Lie Down With Your Italian Boyfriend (итальянский, без скрипта)

17 | You're Stuck With Me

18 | Possesive in two languages (английский&испанский)

19 | Magic Treehouse

20 | Please, you have to be my mommy! (ученик)

21 | Your coworker isn't as nice as he seems

22 | 9S - Androids Were Made to Serve Humans (андроид)

23 | Your Savior / Your Savior Part II

24 | My Trophy

25 | Want to Play Hide and Seek?

26 | Safety First

27 | Can We Forget It Ever Happened? (не совсем яндере, но у него такой русский акцент...)

28 | Just Lie to Me

29 | Teaching the missus (шотландский акцент — это когда ты вроде понимаешь, но как будто нихуя не понимаешь лол)

30 | Love in the Dark

31 | Cuddle Me / Cuddle Me - Part 2 (я хз, австралийский акцент это оч смешно)

32 | The Riddler is Your Number One Fan! / Extended Soundtrack (загадочник 🥴/DC)

33 | Keeping you after class (учитель)

34 | Smut Wars - Episode I / Smut Wars - Episode II: Interrogated by a Possessive Sith Inquisitor (в первой части нет яндере, но это типа история, поэтому я две пихаю/звездные войны)

35 | Welcome Home my Little Christmas Tree (инцест)

36 | Those other boys can't see you like this!

37 | Yandere-next-door gets you (cum)drunk on his cock(tail)

38 | At World’s End (на космическом корабле 👀)

39 | Safe at Last

40 | Trying to Break up With Your Yandere BF / Reworked

41 | Greed

42 | Yandere Boyfriend Pins You Down

43 | Tender Yandere Boyfriend Shows You Just How Beautiful You Are

44 | Ignoring Your Boyfriend’s Post-it Notes

45 | Yandere Stalker Gives You a Call

46 | Dein Gamer-Buddy will mehr (немецкий, скрипт)

47 | Boyfriend Is Secretly Brainwashing You

48 | Your Obsessed Stalker Finally Claims and Breeds You

49 | Your stalker finally meets you

50 | I'm Not Crazy, I Just Love You

51 | What will it take for you to love me?

52 | Property

53 | Unlike Your Career, I Can Love You Back

54 | You're MY Valentine

55 | My Fragile Little Doll

56 | And I Know You Wouldn't Leave

57 | The one you were meant to love

58 | No one like you

59 | Crosswalk

60 | Harsh, Jealous Love

61 | Now And Forever

62 | "No more backing out last minute, baby. Tonight's the night you get pregnant."

63 | dehydration

64 | I will take care of you

65 | Misremembering

66 | The Least Bad Option (The Better Option)

67 | You were meant to be mine.

68 | cousin wants you all to himself (шотландский акцент, инцест)

69 | Shhh, go back to sleep my dear

70 | Pain Pet

71 | A Yandere Roommate Finally Gets Your Hints

72 | Mind, Body, and Soul

73 | Open The Box

74 | your yandere obsessive ex-boyfriend stalks you and breeds you in an alley

75 | Day Twenty-Nine (сюжет оч прикольный, австралийский акцент)

не хватает только доктора :((((

У меня не влезли некоторые аудио, поэтому продолжаю вести список тут.

Можете поискать сами, возможно, что-нибудь классное лично для себя найдете: тут, тут и тут (гуглить yandere, obsessive, possessive, protective, jealous и производные).

II. VIDEO

Признаться, я на ютубе только ради:

-> французский

-> итальянский (не совсем яндере, но, если честно, он так приятно стелет, что мне похуй)

-> англ&итальянский акцент, плейлист

-> испанский

-> немецкий

-> китайский

А вообще я мало что слушала с ютуба, поэтому из английского не могу ничего конкретного посоветовать. Нашла чужой (огромнейший) плейлист, гляньте, если хотите.

Скажите, вы тоже физически не можете слушать асмр на русском, потому что вас люто кринжует?

[mikuni14]

Ok, but I haven't seen such a primitive and crude person in any series, not only BL, like EunJi for a long time. And I use these words literally. EunJi, under the guise of being ���a pretty girl, a student", acts like some juvenile gangster, raised with no education, no manners, no good role models  😁 She's not even evil like YeonJin from The Glory or many other bad characters - she's genuinely primitive. And by the way, I think it’s funny that she’s a girl, becasue she is written like a very creepy dude, I mean look at the things she does: harassing JaeWon all the time, ignoring the word ‘no’, verbally and physically attackicg people just because they had the audacity to defy her... I did this 👀👀👀 when she asked her rival what motel she should go to with JaeWon. Who thinks that THIS argument will win the “love competition”? 😂 It's the same when, despite hearing "no" all the time, she basically keeps stalking JaeWon, she sticks to him, sometimes in a literal way, pretends she has to hold on to him because she's wearing high heels (which she says trying to be seductive, which came out extremely old fashioned and just creepy, but maybe that’s just me 😄), and the icing on the cake is kissing JaeWon without his consent when it’s CLEAR that he’s not feeling well. 

Her primitiveness can also be seen in how she reacts to the problems that come her way. Her only reaction is create a conflict and fight, and here too, I mean that word literally. Because we all saw EunJi establishing her senior dominance on AeRi WITH FORCE. I even took AeRi's crying as a reaction not only to the club's indifferent reaction to JiHyun's accident, but also (maybe even more so) to EunJi's verbal AND PHYSICAL attack on her. It can be seen everywhere, also in how she tried to get JaeWon back during their trip: she did it aggressively, attacking him and blaming him for everything. Her primitiveness can also be seen in how she treats JiHyun: - she has no hesitation in expressing negative opinions about him in public, although she barely knows him - she has no qualms about insulting his friends and boss at his job, which he could lose beacsue of this - notoriously lies to prove how much JaeWon wants to be with her ("he begged me to do a project with him") - her method of "destroying" a rival is to go to his job and bully him as an employee, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself. this is the lowest behavior imaginable, this is being an absolute dick And when that still doesn't work, she just lies outright that she and JaeWon are together and bluntly starts a conversation about their potential motel sex 😬 In addition, she’s constantly rolling her eyes and visibly showing impatience that oh my god, this boy again, like this is something teenagers do, which only proves how immature she is.

It's just - I haven't seen such an ordinary, banally primitive person in a long time, someone who is not even capable of any sophisticated acts of evil, or plotting - she is just so incredibly simple.

And practically the same can be said about Taehyung. He is equally primitive, strongly attached to the senior/freshman relationship (but only when they are the senior) and to all relationships where social hierarchies are emphasized (but only when they are on top, in any other cases they’re extremelly triggerd and offended, immediatelly taking their frustrations on others). They both treat JaeWon as if he wasn't human, just some walking and talking mix of looks, money, chaebol father and position, they have an unhealthy obsession with JaeWon closely related to their low self-esteem, because honestly, their self-esteem IS dependent on JaeWon. The only difference between them is that for EunJi, JaeWon's condition doesn’t matter as long as he belongs to her as some kind of trophy and a prove of her position, while for TaeHyung, the better JaeWon is, the worse he feels - he just wants him to lose.

I can't imagine how empty JaeWon's life must have been with friends like that. I'm not surprised he's been drinking so much, and I'm not surprised how shocked he was to meet someone as different as JiHyun. And why JaeWon acted like he was starving around him, starving for pure feelings, normal human relationships, starving for a friendly attention and touch and for being treated like a human.