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shiny-jr · 6 months

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from POMEFIORE

- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Gender-neutral reader.

- Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier.

- Summary: (Continuation, after this “we just got a letter, wonder where it’s from”) You have barred them from entering the safety of Ramshackle Dorm, but they are determined to make their words reach you. Which is why the letters begin arriving at your doorstep.

- Note: Hoping its not too out of character.

Ignihyde | Pomefiore | Scarabia

Perfume. The carefully sealed envelope reeked of it, like the sweet smell of lavender with spice. The envelope containing the message looked like something you would find when getting an invitation to a ball or a wedding. The envelope was pristine, and the wax sealing it was done so perfectly without a single awkward edge.

It almost looked unnatural with how perfect it appeared. The thick beige parchment was cut evenly, and not a blot of ink strayed from the elegantly curved cursive words that looked like ribbons upon the page. Looks could be deceiving. It was beautiful, but as you might've already guessed, the interior didn't entirely match what was hidden beneath the surface.

To my darling player,

I am at fault and take full responsibility for my actions.

All I've ever wished for, was to admire you. You are the epitome of magnificence, divinity that I can only dream to one day achieve but knowing I will never truly reach. There's an otherworldly sort of allure to you, which drew me in far too close. Much like the man who enhanced himself with wings of wax, but flew too close to the sun so his wings melted and he met a terrible fate. You are the sun, and I was that reckless fool with fake wings.

I allowed myself to get too close, tainting your light with my imperfect presence. Your grace was the warm sunlight on my skin, when everything around me was a horrible darkness. To think, I attempted to put out that light. It was nearly diminished. For that, I should be burned. I'm sorry, so so sorry.

I've thought long and hard on what I could possibly say to you, what sort of response could be adequate enough considering what you mean to me and the delicate situation. It didn't take long for me to arrive to the answer: no response is fitting. It doesn't matter if I pen a letter long enough to rival the river of tears I shed, coat the envelope in gold and ink of silver, with a message that would have moved the seven themselves to weep. It does not change the betrayal that occurred. I betrayed the trust you gave me, and shattered it into millions of pieces. However, know that I'll be on my hands and knees piecing it back together again, even if the shards cause me to bleed, you are worth it.

The stabbing sensation on my skin would be nothing compared to the one in my heart that I feel when I consider the fact that you might despise me. There's nothing more I would want than to see your face, hold your hands and feel the warmth of your skin that's so unlike the coldness of your vessel. Requesting a meeting would be imperious, as I have no right to ask you of this. But if I could, I would love to see you and discuss what comes next, perhaps over lunch. This is just a thought, a wish of mine, but one you are not required to fulfill.

I'd love to believe that I know you and your vessel better than anyone else could even dream of understanding, but I know that is far from the truth. Even as I pampered and polished your precious doll, your secrets continue to escape me. Did you ever hear me, when I brushed and washed Yuu's hair? When I took their freezing cold hands and painted their nails? When kneeled down in front of them to polish their shoes? When I adorned the best luxuries of brand accessories on their body?

I would kneel down to no one else.

There was always this wish, a dream of mine, that one day I might perhaps one day get to pamper you. Not Yuu. But you. Is that a scandalous desire?

Your hands would be warm, and I would hold them as I file your nails. Your arm wouldn't be so rigid and mechanical, you could actually extend it as I slather a creamy scented lotion along your skin. And if you do desired, I could lift your head and apply lipstick to your lips... This is just the process I commonly used while your vessel was under my care.

Although, I would gladly take up the responsibility of nursing you back to health, or any other role you would give me. There are countless things I can accomplish for you. I commonly deal in potent poisons, but I can just as well deal in healing and comforting. I'm skilled in self-defense and various forms of magic, so I can be your companion to protect you from everything that would wish you harm. You know of my business in acting and singing, so even if you wanted nothing else I could be there to entertain or serenade you. I only wish to be with you again, even though I know I'm underserving. I'm selfish.

If you want nothing more, then I have to be satisfied knowing I was in your thoughts for a brief moment. A twisted part of me wants your mind to be plagued by thoughts of me, just as my mind and heart is full of you.

I have to remind myself, that by getting too close I risk being burnt. But, at this point, I do not care for my own safety. I only care for yours, and I do this to keep my sanity. I truly admire you so much, that I cannot adore you from afar behind a rope like sculpture in a museum. I have to stand nearby, inspect your beauty, polish you to a shine, and value you like the priceless treasure that you are. Should someone threaten to chip off even the slightest speck on you, forcing you through more suffering...

I will shatter them into a million pieces, to preserve your peace.

Yours,

Vil Schoenheit

The wonderful aromatic smell that filled your nose brought back some not so pleasant memories. The smell of the earth beneath your feet, the scent of dew collected on every still surface, but above all were fragrant tangs that immediately alerted you to any nearby presence of a student belonging to Pomefiore.

They had chased you through those deep dark woods, like a pack of rabid hounds tracking and hunting a poor wounded rabbit. Besides their shouts and footfall, their perfume gave them away. There was one in particular which you only caught a whiff of only when you had too closely encountered the dormleader. The scent of lavender and spice hit your nose, the same fragrance on the letter.

"That reeks! Burn it!" A certain feline hissed, covering his little black nose with his paws. You swore the fragrance was beginning to form a migraine at the front of your skull. If the smell was strong for you, it must've been much worse for Grim since he had a superior sense of smell.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if the smell wasn't that strong and it wasn't the particular scent. Like vanilla or freshly baked bread. If that were the case, Grim might've insisted on keeping it or even be tempted to take a bite out of the sheet.

But it was lavender and spice. So the letter was tossed into a corner several feet away, left to an unknown fate that you would ultimately decide later. When you glanced back to Grim, you saw him holding and sniffing another letter.

For a long moment his sniffed the rolled up paper, his black nose twitching as he was likely just searching for another gift to claim as a snack. After a few seconds, he discarded it, sliding it over to you before he opted to dig through the pile like a raccoon digging into a heap of trash. "Meh, this one smells boring."

"Boring, huh?"

Boring wouldn't exactly be your choice of adjectives to describe this letter. It wasn't an envelope, it was a scroll tied by ribbon, attached to an arrow. An arrow, of all things, was likely the messenger for this message. Thankfully, this one didn't smell of anything. Even without a fragrance to match to a profile, the arrow was a dead giveaway.

Opening it up and using your hands to smooth out the curled edges, you blatantly ignored the wax seal over the ribbon. Once it was fully unsealed, a few single flower petals drifted down from the paper. Just another mess you would sweep up later and decide whether to dispose of it or not, like the first letter from the dormleader. For this one you were a pinch anxious. The sender was not like the others who came before.

Trickster,

It relieves me to see that you are finally safe.

To see you rest and heal in tranquility, nothing steadies my anxiously beating heart more than knowing you are sheltered. Well guarded by a trio of ghosts and the courageous feline Grim, I have no need to stress over your wellbeing with them acting as your valiant knights in shining armor! Although, I would also wish to join their ranks, blessed by your grace and fit to serve as your shield. However...

I am conscious enough to know that I am nowhere near fitting, no matter how much I may wish to reach out and shield you from every evil. In that most vital moment, I had failed to recognize you. I may have spared you from the sharpness of my blade, but I couldn't have guarded you from the suffering that was to come afterwards.

I'm so deeply and truly sorry. Many sleepless nights have followed, since and even before our first fateful encounter in those woods of the Pomefiore estate. Before our encounter, I was conflicted. I wanted to detest you, but I could not, I thought there must be a reason this was all occurring. I couldn't slumber peacefully, so long as I knew there was turbulence surrounding your beloved vessel. After our encounter, I couldn't get the vision of you fragile, frightened, and wounded, out of my mind. Raising a blade against you, who were a stranger shrouded in infamy, made my very heart stop.

Now I know why I was so unexplainably drawn to you. It was not due to the wild frenzy that overtook the entire campus, or a burning hatred to destroy, or even my own desire to discover answers I desperately wanted, although that last one may have played a role. The reason as to I was so enticed by you, a cunning 'imposter,' was because my heart recognized you. It must have been my very soul that pulled me towards you, and perhaps my own nature as well. My body recognized you, my heart and my soul led me to you, but I was blinded by my sorrows.

Throughout the few years I've had on this wonderful earth, I've seen countless peoples, and you are unlike any of which I've seen. In the places I've been, I have witnessed poetry be written by masters of literacy, melodies sung by the most angelic voices ever heard on a stage, and devoted worshippers in holy places kneel in solemn prayer. Somehow you as a single being, or entity, encompass all those elements into one. My aim is to admire beauty, and I see beauty in its finest form when I look at you.

I truly understand what you mean to me, and to others.

But at the same time, you remain a mystery. And I believe I'm speaking for all those who admire you when I say this. We could only dream of truly understanding you, when we only had Yuu.

So, I try to make sense of it all in what I do understand, in the beautiful things I adore that I associate with you who I cherish. In literature, music, photography, I see you in everything all at once. When I read poetic lines, I think I could share it with you. When I hear beautiful music, I imagine you might enjoy listening to the tune too. When I discover stunning sceneries, I plan to bring you there someday to share a moment with you.

Now, I can make sense of it. I understand how the poets of old felt as they penned the love and awe they felt towards the Fairest Queen. It's a rare sentiment that cannot easily be put into words, a feeling as if it held my delicate heart and squeezed when I so much as thought of you. When a song and its composer can bring an audience to tears, I understand that now too. Hearing your voice for the first time, formed a knot in my throat that prevented me from saying much. Catching that first glimpse of you, was like gazing at a perfect painted portrait hanging in a museum.

My dearest player, I am a Hunt. I am naturally inquisitive by nature, and my fondness for you comes just as naturally. You may consider it wrong, but I will continue to offer my loyalty even if you may not accept it.

My aim is to one day unlock your secrets, solve your mysteries, and understand you fully, learn what makes you tick and what drives you forward. Perhaps when the day comes when you've forgiven me for my crimes, I can proudly stand in your presence and recite the poems I have written in your name. I could admire you everyday from then on, and remind you everyday of your worth. Then, I will protect you, from all harm, and I will not allow myself to fail you once again. This is a promise.

Should you need me, I will be there.

Yours,

Rook Hunt

There was something that felt... off. Compared to some of the previous letters, these were rather tame. Of course, there was the desperation and fascination evident in their words captured by the ink, but it was nowhere near as extreme as other cases.

Although, it was still chilling, to read the thoughts they penned.

In your hand you held the arrow the letter had been connected to, feeling its thin shape and the sharpened head at its tip that nearly pricked your finger. The vice dormleader had excellent aim, and had he not been so kind, arrows like this one in your hand could've easily been driven through your flesh and caught you against a tree where you would've been helpless in their grasps.

And yet, despite the opportunities he had, he didn't let a single weapon touch you. All it would take was one arrow, one moment and he could've ended you where you stood. But he spared you. However, there's the lingering doubt that maybe the primary reason he did it was he hoped you had answers to the malfunctioning vessel. You couldn't be sure exactly why he spared you, when everyone had wanted to torment and imprison you or worse.

Beside you, there's a large crunch and a content purr. When you look over, there's Grim, happily munching away on an apple he held with his little paws. He sank his fangs into the fruit, content that he finally found an offering that appeased him. In front of him was a small basket, filled with more juicy red apples.

"These are great! And, even though I was the one who found them, I'll let you have some!" Grim picked up another apple from the basket, sticking his claws into the red peel and offering it with his little grin. Nevermind the fact that these were probably meant as a gift for you and not for him, but you didn't mind. They would have likely ended up in the trash anyways, at least someone could enjoy them.

"You should really have one. You haven't eaten all day."

"I'm not hungry, but thanks. You can have them." Ever since everything happened, you weren't too keen on accepting gifts, especially if they were consumable. For now, the only places you'd accept food from, was the cafeteria you'd venture too at the dead of night when no one was there, or Sam's shop.

In the spot of the basket where Grim had removed the apple, there was a white layer at the bottom of the basket. Perplexed, you reached in and found an envelope hidden by the piled apples.

Unsurprisingly, the envelope smelled of sweet things, apples, cinnamon, and freshly baked pies. The envelope itself was nothing special, it had no intricate wax seal or marking. It was loosely sealed shut by a brown piece of string, and covered in some white and pink apples blossoms.

The inside was less impressive, more authentic, which was refreshing in a way. Smooth cursive flowed into slightly choppy print scrawled out in uneven lines, before eventually returning back to cursive at the end of some sentences. It appears parts were rushed judging by the blotted ink stains at multiple periods. The apples were a clue as to who the sender may be, but why would the letter be hidden in a gift?

Dear Player,

If you're reading this, that means my letter got through.

Where do I even start? It seems right that I first say sorry. I'm sorry. It sounds like a load of bull, but I am sorry. Apologizing in all these other ways, won't make this any better, so, I thought this might help. I'm gonna be completely honest with you, no lies, no tricks, just the blunt truth. I'm not going to be showing you these pretty sides I polished to impress and to mask all the ugly. I'll tell you everything that's been going on. That's something only I have the guts to do.

The reason I hid this letter was because Vil and Rook have been checking anything I want to write to you. They want to keep up this positive front, they wanna at least pretend to be perfect enough to be near you. At least, that's what I think. Although I know we won't ever come close to that.

Instead of trying to write a real and honest letter for you, it feels like I was writing some essay for Professor Trein to grade. I'd have to write and write, and even if the grammar was right, the message wasn't. They want to make you think everything's okay, when it's not. I can only imagine what elegant crap they were spewing in their own fancy letters, while we're actually all a mess. We've been like this since Yuu broke down. I try to understand them, and in a way I do, but sometimes they freak me out. Yeah, I got my own problems trying to comprehend all this chaos, but they're different.

Is everyone else in the other dorms this extreme? This miserable and on the verge of breaking? Maybe you won't believe me, or maybe you'll realize that there's some truth to what I'm saying. Here, in Pomefiore, I can only tell you what I've seen. These days, Rook's smile seems strained, like he's about to snap, his eyes are sharp and watchful. The only time his smile is normal is when he's looking at some photo, but he won't ever let me see what it is. Vil, well, the only sign he's still alive and kicking are the packages that come in for him, new makeup and all that stuff, things he's using to craft that perfect mask. I did see him one night out in the hall, I swear there was mascara down his face but I was too put off to approach when he was like that.

Don't ever tell them I told you all this. Vil would probably skin me alive and wear me as a robe, and Rook... I don't want to think about what he would do... I'm kidding by the way, but seriously, don't ever tell them. I told you I would be honest to you, so here's my reason. I thought that maybe telling you all this would score me points with you, get you to trust me again. Even if this is a rotten way to go about it, I don't care.

I am rotten, and I won't hide it like them.

If I can't even be honest with you, then do I really deserve a second chance at all?

Scratch that. I don't deserve a second chance at all after everything that happened. What I did was downright terrible, but I'm trying my damnedest to be deserving again. And I won't stop trying, even if part of me thinks it's useless. I never cared for Yuu, the only reason I acted for them was because it was you behind them. My goal is to eventually be beside you, the real you.

Although, a basket of apples is a crummy way to go about things, but think of it like a peace offering. Just cause I can't get word to you, don't mean I give up. I'm not giving up. Ever. Everyone's going about their own roundabout ways of mending things. If you want to hear more, I'll gladly tell you. I don't think anyone else would tell you the truth of what's happening, because in a sense everyone wants to appeal to you with the best image of themselves they can possible portray. Don't believe all the hogwash they send you. If whoever sends something and seems to be stable, they're not. Not completely.

I'm awfully ashamed to admit it, but I'm not okay. Not since everything started, and not since everything went to hell when shit hit the fan. I'm not okay without you, and I got myself to blame for that.

This letter is helping. The thought of communicating with you again, even if I can't see your face or hear your voice and its reduced to words on paper, it's more than I could ask for. So, if you want me to spill the beans, just ask. If not, if there's no response, well, I'll get a bit of comfort thinking you might've read this. Besides, I have hope with each attempt I'll make. I'm not just rottenly selfish, I'm stubborn to a fault. And if I have to knock down someone else's chances to get closer, then that's fine by me.

All you gotta do is talk to me.

Until then, hoping to speak to you soon,

Epel Felmier

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bones4thecats · 29 days

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Hello 👋🏻

Could I request Heracles, Buddha and Hades finding out their s/o is cursed with immortality because she managed to kill several gods as a mortal? In her defense, she was being hunted down by the gods.

What If Their Immortal! S/O Was Cursed?

Type of Writing: Request Name: What If Their Immortal! S/O Was Cursed? Characters: Heracles, Buddha, and Hades Requester: Anonymous

A/N: The God that I used for the story to fit together for my writing is completely fake. He does not exist (that I am aware of) in any kind of mythology or religion.

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💪 Heracles has heard many stories from his fellow Gods about a 'God-Killing Human' and how dangerous they were that even they had taken down a former high-ranking God by the name of Merikh, who was the God of Death

💪 When you had killed said God, you were brought to the peak of a nearby mountain and offered by the humans as a sacrifice for your crimes against the Gods

💪 Zeus and a few others saw potential in you, so, instead of torturing you in many ways, like how they did Tantalus for trying to feed his son to them, they had gifted you with immortality, though you were not considered a God in their books

💪 You had been alive for a few centuries when Heracles became a God, but when you had first met him, you didn't confirm that you were the Immortal Killer of Gods, instead you said you were an average human with no value to him

💪 Heracles had bonded with you through many years, and the only reason he discovered you were immortal was when Ares had come with him and he had come across you after their training

" Oh! Ares, this is my- " " You know the Immortal Killer of Gods?! Heracles, you know what Dad'll say! " " Wait... you're the- WHAT?! "

💪 Despite trusting many despite their flaws, Heracles was very scared that you had lied to him about loving him and everything else. But, when he had spoken to his uncle Hades about it, he gained the knowledge that instead of immortality being a gift to you, it was more like curse for thinning their divine-numbers

💪 All of his concern about if you were lying had faded away, well, more like moved to the category of are you okay and what could you possibly be going through whenever coming across a divine being such as Heracles?

💪 But his biggest question was; why didn't you hate him?

💪 When you replied with how he had nothing to do with your sentencing and how it was your actions that led you to this, not his and how he didn't need to blame himself, he felt his heart melt and tears pocket in his eyes

💪 Despite living with such an everlasting and probably torturous life, you still do not hate those who punished you, you knew from the centuries you spent alone that this was what you should have expected. Though, Heracles still scolds you if you go into a depressive state of blaming yourself

" Dear, don't blame yourself. All humans makes mistakes! Myself included! Oh no, please don't cry anymore! Wait, no- "

🍭 As a human-turned-God, Buddha did not really see any issue with being this. In fact, he found it nice to round about and spend the rest of his 'afterlife' relaxing and keeping up with his path of enlightenment, and he loved to help others get on that path as well

🍭 While he was alive, he had heard stories of a human that killed many Gods, including one by the name of Merikh, a Death God who had tried killing many children just because he could

🍭 Buddha could sense something was wrong with you when he first met you on his path to enlightenment, you were just sitting beside a random river while your long white and gold robes flowed in the air, while a thick line of face-paint laid on your eyes from one side to the other

🍭 He just felt that you were far to quiet for your own good. But, since you didn't get up and join his group, Buddha just smiled, waved, and went on his merry way, not expecting to see you ever again

🍭 But, when he had awoke as a God and took a small walk a few hundred years after, he had noticed a familiar form at the edge of the river; you.

🍭 Before your relationship even began, he knew you were a form of divine being. But, he had no idea how you had gained the power of immortality, but as far as he guess, you could have been born with it

🍭 So, when Brunhilde had come to him to ask if she could have you fight in the next round of Ragnarok against a new and dangerous God, he declined, saying he didn't want his delicate immortal S/O to die

🍭 Brunhilde had spilled the beans. Telling your story of killing God after God until you made it to Merikh centuries before Buddha's birth. But, unlike Heracles, Buddha doesn't view you differently, you were his S/O. Plain and simple.

" Brunhilde, I understand why you would want 'em to fight. They're strong, and that's plain to see when they glare at anyone. But, I am not letting them risk their life against some new douche from the Norse Pantheon. They're my S/O to protect and cherish, and I plan on doin' that for a long time, longer than these last few centuries. Do they're not doing it, got it? "

🍭 He also loves to just stand there and flip of Zeus with you, since he had cursed you in the first place and Buddha just didn't like the old geezer

💀 Hades had known about you for centuries, as he was one of the Gods who was against torturing you, and instead just giving you a sentence of immortality to satisfy the lives lost of their allies

💀 This guy is very distant, even to most of his own Pantheon, so he always has had rumors floating around that he may be doing something behind everyone's back. Well, technically he was, but still- you get the point!

💀 Whenever Hades would go up to the surface and relax in the rare sunlight he ever gets, he would always try visiting you in your small home located deep within the forest

💀 He had noticed you had gotten used to being an immortal quite quick, and that shocked him. It had taken Heracles a little while to accept the fact that he was immortal himself, but you accepted it within a couple years while his was nearly double your time!

💀 Hades had asked you to be his one and only a few hundred years of knowing one another, and when you said yes, he just smiled and spun you around, thanking his fellow Gods for you being immortal like him

💀 But, Hades didn't understand how this had been affecting you internally...

💀 While you seemed to accept outliving everyone you cared about, on the inside, you were the complete opposite. You had had many panic attacks and nightmares of the Gods you had killed, especially the Death God, Merikh, in which you would wake up in a cold sweat

💀 The only reason that he found out was because of your small friendship with Hermes, who was a well-known gossiper. He had found out about your nightmares getting worse and had confronted his uncle about it, not sparing a detail, much to your annoyance

💀 Hades had come to you directly and, while you were away, had his servants move your things from your home to his. He didn't do this to observe you more- well, he kinda did, I guess- BUT. He mainly did it because you were married and married couples live together!

💀 Yeah right

💀 It only took a couple nights together for your nightmares to calm down, as feeling the lovingly-tight grip your husband had on your midsection made you feel protected and adored instead of hunted and hated for your actions of the past

" Sweet-Skull, you have no need to cry over such an event happening to you. As long as I am here, nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever come close to harming you again. "

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scekrex · 2 months

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Okay, okay, okay, ANOTHA ONE. Winner!reader who got lost in Heaven on his first, because Adam forgot that he was supposed to give him a tour and simply kept walking while Reader got distracted and went after something shiny that he thought would look nice on Adam. Now cue in Brandon Rogers skit with a "mother" looking for her son Timmy. Just Adam running around and screaming "Y/N!!!!" and asking around, cause he's totally shitting himself. He lost a soul IN HEAVEN of all places. After some time he sits down on a bench in a park or something, completely exhausted and distressed, when suddenly the reader appears behind him, placing a shiny little tiara between his mask horns saying: "✨👸🌺You're a fucking pretty princess!🌺👸✨" while holding ice cream in the other hand and Adam just looks at him like:

You can end it however you want, cause honestly you're gonna nail it either way 💁🏻‍♂️

Babes, I fucking love you for that request. I feel like I'll write so many crack fics for Adam n Reader just bc of you and I'm fucking ready for it

Lost and Found

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, this is a crack fic (kinda)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When you had first appeared in Sera's office you had been confused and overwhelmed, the little girl, her name was Emily, was full of energy that you weren't able to deal with at that point. She had been all in your face and while you were aware that it was all good intentions, it made you feel like stumbling right into a panic attack.

So Sera had made a call with some guy named Adam, she hadn't explained who he was and why she called him and not someone else but once Adam had arrived at Sara's office, you understood. The guy was a lot more chill than Emily, sure he could talk a lot - that was the first thing he had proven once he had entered the office - but he wasn't draining you by doing so. He wasn't all up in your face either and you appreciated that a lot.

So once you two had introduced yourself to each other, the two of you took off.

The streets weren't as full and crowded as you had expected them to be. Heaven was painted in bright colors, pastel blue, white and gold were the most common colors you came across. Adam was currently rambling about some chick that he had fucked a couple weeks ago at one of his gigs, you weren't really paying attention though, you were too focused on all the shiny lights that surrounded you.

So your attention was on many things, on everything but Adam, the person you probably should've focused the most on considering that you had no clue where exactly in heaven you two were. And when the two of you walked past a jewelry store you couldn't help but walk right through the door. In your mind you thought Adam would notice and follow you - or wait outside the store.

Well, Adam didn't even notice you were gone at first, he was too caught up in his storytelling. So he continued to walk through the streets of heaven for a good twenty minutes without you. That was until the man stopped to look at you - or at least that was why he turned around. But you weren't there.

Fuck.

For how long had he been walking alone? Where were you and why weren't you following him anymore? A wave of panic hit him. What if Sera would find you all alone without him in sight? He'd be in so much trouble if that were to happen.

So he walked in the direction he came from, checking every back alley he had walked past but he couldn't find you. “Y/N?” he called out for you as he entered yet another back alley, hoping he'd get a response. He tried to remain as calm as possible, that wasn't easy considering that he had just lost a fucking soul in heaven. Oh he was so fucked if he weren't to find you by sunset. He was so fucked if Sera were to find out.

Another wave of panic shot through his body as he rushed out of the alley. He grabbed an angel who just went about his day by his shoulders, shook him slightly as his voice filled with panic got louder and louder, “Have you seen my-” Adam stopped for a moment. His what? You weren't his. Ah, fuck this, “Have you seen the dude I'm supposed to watch? He's about this tall,” he raised his hand to show the angel - who was slightly frightened by Adam's behavior - how tall you were, “clearly gay and has a thing for me, but we haven't had the talk yet.” The second the angel started to shake his head Adam was gone, calling out your name over and over again.

“You fucking little shithead, get your sexy ass over here,” Adam yelled, earning himself a few strange looks from bypassing angels, he couldn't care less though. A panicking expression was visible on his mask as he continued to walk all the way back to where you and him had come from. He opened a door to one of the countless stores you two had passed, “Y/N are you in there? You better get the fuck out if you are!” The customers inside the store looked at Adam in confusion and disgust for yelling so loud. He slammed the door shut and crossed the street to enter a park, maybe you had seen some kind of animal or whatever bullshit it was a soul like you were interested in.

“C’mon you little bitch, I'll let you fucking do drugs if you move your ass over here right now,” that was a total lie, obviously it was, but Adam was trying to get you back and he really had no idea how to do it properly.

Another angel walked up to him, she seemed slightly worried about the situation that was playing out, “Have you tried retracing the steps?” Adam shoved her out of the way, “Fuck, you think I'm stupid? Of course I have!” The lady who just had wanted to help flinched away from the first man and was quick to take off once his attention had shifted away from her.

He rushed through the entire park, even looked at the entire thing from above in hope he would be able to spot you, but nothing. Once his feet were back on the ground he broke down on a park bench, his hands were covering the LED face that was displayed on his mask and he was done with it, there was no way he'd find you before sunset - which was when Sera was expecting the both of you to return.

He was completely fucked, there was no way he'd be able to explain to Sera what had happened. And even worse: what if you got hurt? Shit, he didn't even know why he cared about that, you were just some random soul he had met a couple hours ago but yet there he was, worrying about your fucking ass.

Adam flinched when he heard the sound of metal clicking against his mask and turned his head around. There you were. A soft smile was curled around your lips and you held a cone of ice cream in your hand as if nothing had happened, “Y’know,” you started to speak up and pointed to the thing that was resting on top of his mask now, “For someone who talks about ‘fucking bitches’ a lot you're a fucking pretty princess.”

Adam reached for the object you had placed on his head and looked at it closely. It was a fucking golden tiara. It had tiny purple gemstones attached to it and it surprisingly fit his aesthetic pretty well. He stared at the shiny accessory for a moment before he put it down on the bench, got up and lifted you over the bench he had been sitting on. Before you knew it your ice cream cone landed on the ground and Adam pulled you into a bone crushing hug, your feet still dangling in the air, you simply decided to wrap them around his waist. The taller man didn't seem to mind it all that much.

“Don’t you fucking dare to ever run off again you little shithead,” he whispered as he held you, the face of his mask was pressed flush against your neck. “And I thought I was the one having a thing for you when clearly it's not one sided,” you teased the first man, your hand playfully grabbing his horns and pulling him away from your neck to look at him. “You heard that?” he asked in a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Yeah,” you shrugged, “Next time when you're looking out for me, do better.” Adam couldn't help but simply stare at you in pure disbelief. There was simply no fucking way he had missed you. “Also,” you looked down on the ground where your ice cream cone was melting, “You owe me ice cream, idiot.”

“I swear I'll fucking get you a shirt that says 'If lost, return to Adam' or some shit in case that ever happens again,” Adam mumbled and even though he sounded slightly annoyed, he seemed pretty happy you were back. “Oh, it will happen again, trust me,” you simply grinned.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x reader #adam x you #adam x y/n

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wolven91 · 1 month

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Stolen Yawn

The black fur of the felinoid was scruffy in the reflection. Kallis visibly flinched and immediately began raking his claws through the fur along his cheeks and meticulously used his thumb and finger pad to straighten his whiskers.

It had been a long day but was happy enough now that it was over. His stop was next and from the station, if the felinoid moved with purpose, he could get home and get his fix.

Looking down at himself, he produced a large, round comb with a strap across the back to hold it against Kallis's hand and began to prepare himself. The velvet black fur began to shimmer once more in the horrid light of the monorail. The gold spirals that were designed into the pelt once more looking like the felinoid and painted himself in liquid gold.

A quick once over and a glance in a handheld mirror, the felinoid snapped it closed and focused on his target.

Matthew.

When the monorail doors opened, the felinoid leapt from the tram like a beast out of a trap. To an observer, it wouldn't look like the felinoid was running, the graceful bounds were more of a skip or gazelle-like leap, one someone who was carefree might employ.

But this was far from the truth.

Kallis was on a mission; he had gone too long without his human and now he was so close the alien's mind had near gone feral. As the felinoid made it to his level and corridor, his claws clattered on the tiles. Kallis actually skidded in a rare display of a lack of control at his own door.

AS the felinoid reached up to unlock and open the door with his own biometrics, the door slid aside, and the bright human face of Matthew lit up.

"Kal-*Oof!*" The human began only to be silenced and winded as he was picked up. In the next few seconds, Kallis strode into his and Matthew's home with the human held aloft in his hands. The front door slid closed giving them privacy whilst the felinoid twirled with the human in his hands. Kallis stared up at his human while Matthew screwed up his eyes during his journey.

The next thing the human felt was being brought in, under Kallis's chin, which began to rub itself over and over across the crown of Matthew's scalp.

"Oh, how I've missed you today..." Uttered the black and gold creature. Kallis felt warm arms and hands reach around his chest and try to hug him, despite his size rendering him too wide for the human to complete his hug. It didn't matter, he knew what Matthew was doing and to Kallis that was just the same as if he had succeeded.

"Oop! Earthquake!" Matthew chuckled as Kallis couldn't help but purr.

To the human, it was long laying on top of a warm, fluffy, V8 engine that idled. The purring rattled and shook his whole body, but like magic it made the man's eyes close in delight.

"All I want this evening, is to lay down together and merely bask..." Kallis explained, communicating to his partner, and let him choose how they spent their evening. The human, albeit reluctantly, lifted his head from the thick silky fur of Kallis's chest and grinned up at the alien.

"I got popcorn and a film all lined up."

"'Popcorn'?" Asked the alien, having never heard the phrase before.

"Alright, you got me. Popcorn doesn't exist anymore; I deep fried a bunch of squidgit bites. But we can pretend, and-and the film was recommended by the nice felinoid at the corner shop." Explained Matthew desperate to explain himself and searching Kallis's inscrutable face for either disappointment or approval.

Kallis merely leant down and captured the young man's lips with his own and enjoyed his favourite 'snack'.

Two hours later, the film was wrapping up and Kallis was idly toying with the human's fur. Hair. It would grow and grow without pausing unlike the felinoid pelt. Kallis was considering this as the human lay on top of his chest. Matthew was chest down on top of the felinoid, both hands up, resting against his pecs.

Kallis could grow his fur out if he wanted? He'd been orange and cream when he'd met Matthew and had merely changed to the black with gold spirals. Maybe he could change it to Matthew's favourite colour? Red? Long and Red? Would that work? Would Matthew like it more importantly.

Kallis yawned as the day caught up to him, only to find his mind completely freeze with his mouth caught wide open.

Matthew had a finger in his mouth. It took a few moments for the felinoid brain to turn back on and Kallis gently 'chewed' the finger until Matthew retrieved it and Kallis was able to close his mouth again.

"How... what was that?" The felinoid asked, confused for a moment.

"I ruined your yawn." Grinned Matthew, mischievously.

"You completely derailed my thoughts... I've never had that-" Kallis was caught out by another yawn, only to blink as, unbeknownst to him, he lost his train of thought again as a finger touched his tongue, killing a yawn midway through. Matthew was giggling to himself, so at least Kallis's human was happy.

Kallis lightly chewed the finger but found himself naturally covering his mouth as he yawned next, unsure why he'd suddenly taken up the overly polite gesture.

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #felinoid #cat

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madebyrolo · 24 days

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Holding me and holding back

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Pt.2 Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

Read Pt.1 here

she/her

Summary: summer fling with Rafe. Your typical kook vs pouge war but what if instead of gold it was love?

Obx masterlist

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

You pulled into the Tanny Hill driveway, you parked leaving your sleeping bag and stuff in the car because you didn’t know where this night was gonna lead.

You planned on confronting Rafe, the whole tire thing was absolutely insane.

You starting walking up to the door as Rafe was already waiting for you. He opened the door and greeted you with a bear hug and kiss on your lips.

The mint taste feeling like home.

“Where’s your stuff?” He asks “aren’t you spending the night?” Rafe sounded concerned.

“Maybe, my bags in the car just in case.” You say rubing your thumb across his knuckles.

“Okay come on, I set up a movie in the screening room. Sarah’s gone she’s off with Topper, wheezy at a sleepover and my dad trusts us enough to leave us alone” he smiles leading you to the room.

You and Rafe lay on the gigantic bean bag. One had wrapped around you and the other using the remote.

“Okay we can watch scream, mean girls, don’t worry darling-”

“Don’t worry darling.” You say without even considering the other options

“Alright should’ve know, Harry styles is in the movie….” He sighs giving you a tight squeeze.

You guys are into the movie, Rafes eye are glued on the screen and you’re deep into your thoughts.

You and Rafe have being a “thing” since April.

Never in your life you would be in a situationship with the kook king, Rafe Cameron.

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—flashback—

You're a pouge yourself, working as a bev cart girl at the golf course. The job is easy and the tips are ever better. Tipsy old men with a girl in the skirt is like the money-mouth emoji.

That were you met Rafe of course.

You were covering for your other employee, she was over 21 and she could actually handle the alcohol legally but some how the mangers didn't care that one day. You were doing your loops and happened to meet your best tippers, who usually have $20+ they were easy in a way, but not that day.

"Look it's our favorite doll!" The oldest one said.

"Good to see you too Mr.Adams!" you say with a fake smile plaster on your face.

"Honey, what did I say call me Paul!" Mr Adams said playfully.

"Okay Paul, what would you and these gentlemen like today?" You said getting out the cart and pulling open the coolers.

"Arnold Palmer, needs some of his luck if I wanna win this bet with Andrew" Mr Adams winked

"throw in a splash vodka too"

As you began pouring the vodka Mr Adams kept saying "a little more..."

"Might as well made it a longgg Island" you joked earning fits of chuckles from the tipsy men.

"I'll take a beer" Andrew aka Mr.Gage asked

"And I'll get your number sweet heart" the bald one said checking your ass out.

You pulled it down praying there was gonna be no breeze to help fill out his fansistes. You gave them their drinks about to turn around to enter your cart as the bald one grabbed your wrist.

“I didn’t get what I ask for.” He said leaning in with the smell of wiskey heavy on his breath.

“Sir let me go.” You said with your head down trying to fight your wrist back.

The other men were laughing, sipping their drinks watching their friend miserably hit on you.

“Darling I’m not gonna ask you again.” He said squeezing tighter.

You were about to risk them seeing your paintes to kick this bald bitch in the dick but right before you could lift your leg the man fell right in front of you with a grunt.

As you watch him go down you saw an another dude behind him, and that being Rafe Cameron.

He had a golf club, which you connected that he hit him with. You can see the mark of dirt and grass on the back of his shirt.

“You want another one?” Rafe said looking down at the man as he turned to face him.

But all he could hear with groans, the man bareley being able to get a word out.

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” He ordered.

And with that Rafe slammed the golf club right between his dick. Barely hitting it but enough to scare him.

He yelled as he rolled down the hill as his friend run away.

“I’ll make sure you never set foot in this club, or any club on this island again.” Rafe yelled at them.

You shook your head trying process what just happened, or what could’ve happened. Your legs shaking from the thoughts and your arm being red from the “man's” grip.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked.

You heard stories of the boy, him being played as this big scary guy from Jayj and the fights you heard involving your friends and others.

“Um yeah I guess, thank you Rafe.” You said avoiding eye contact. You didn’t want him to see the tears building up in your eyes.

“Hey kid.” He said lifting up your chin to see the tears spilling down your cheek. “Here let me help you in, I’ll drive you back to the house, we’ll get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” Rafe offered as he guiding you to the passenger seat of the cart.

As he got in he started the cart slowly driving. Whiping the melted mascara, trying to get yourself together before you have to face your manager.

“You know their names right?” Rafe asked as he looked over at you.

“Uh yeah all of them except the one that grabbed me.” You said trying not to cry again.

“It’s alright I bet you $100 I’ll get it within the next 30 minutes.” He said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension.

“Thank you Rafe, if you didnt get there in time I would’ve had to kick him, giving them the view they wanted” you said with a breathy laugh wiping the rest of your tears.

“Would’ve been one hell of a kick girl!” He said placing his hand on top of yours.

In a way it felt comforting, scary cause you barely knew the kid but he wasn’t a complete stranger.

Soon you were in the passenger seat of his truck, and with a $100 bill in your pocket from the bet he made.

“Can’t believe you got them banned practically everywhere.” You said with a small laugh.

“Oh and they donated 100k to the club all together too. And here’s your tip” He smiled to himself handing over $520 in bills.

“Snagged them from their wallets” he said giving you a wink.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” you scoff in amazement counting the cash.

He’s driving along the beach to the side of the island he swore to never ever to be on. The sun was setting creating a warm ambiance with “3005” by childish Gambino playing from his playlist.

“Great music taste” you complement trying to change the topic.

“Mmm thanks, I take pride in it.” He hummed “you listen to childish gambino?”

“Um the one and only Troy Barnes ? Yes I do girl” you giggle.

“I love the community, it’s so good. I haven’t done my annual rewatch yet.” He said taking a quick glance at you before focusing on the road again.

“Omg me too. Although I can never get myself to finish season 6 because it’s just boring without Donald glover and the problematic old man.” You say looking out the window watching the sun set.

“You have to come over and watch it soon. We can have a little watch party” Rafe offers as he pulls into your neighborhood.

“Yeah I’ll like that.” You say locking eyes with eachother.

Soon he parks into your driveway. You began unbuckling before he speaks up.

“So you’re down to come over one day? Netflix and chill or what not.” He laughs with blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yeah it’s a date” you say with blush now matching you both.

“Hey I wanna thank you again. I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done without my knight in shiny golf club” you joked

“Don’t sweat it, besides I’m glad you’re okay y/n .” He said nudging your shoulder as you let go of the seat belt.

“So are you gonna give me your number or…” you joked.

“Oh yeah yeah my bad. Here type yours in” he said handing you his phone.

As you enter it you hand it back.

“What emoji you want by your name ?” he ask trying hard not to have you go.

“A princess would be nice ‘cause you were my prince today.” You give a dopey smile to him.

“Perfect.” He said entering it in before turning his phone off.

The car is filled with silence with his music barely being able to fill your ears.

He looks at your eyes before going down to your lips, you also doing the same.

Next thing you know they’re a warm touch on your lips. And your hands are tangled in Rafes hair.

You break the almost minute long kiss, you have to enter your house at some point.

“Thank you Rafe.” You said before your open the door.

“No thank you y/n. I’ll text you when I get home” he said as you shut the door.

He watched you enter your home before driving off home.

You run into your parents on the couch.

“What are you doing home, I thought you didn’t get off till 7?” Your mom ask

“They let me off early ” you say as your enter your room.

You lay in bed thinking about the eventful night.

Screw the bald man, you just made out with Rafe fucking Cameron.

— end of flashback—

Ever since that day you have been so grateful for Rafe. Even though you guys aren’t exclusive you both knew better not to touch another breathing thing.

He was a sweetheart, to you at least. He always payed for the food, little (big) gifts here and there, sleep overs ever weekend, driving you to world, picking you up from work, hanging out after work.

You two were inseparable.

It was fun behind doors, but the second you were with the rest of the pouges you were nothing more.

Him and his on going “war” with John b and jayj for no reason other then social class. He would call the others out with names and insults laced with venom but never said a thing to you. He couldn't even find the words.

One time he called jayj white trash and made fun of John b for having a dead dad, them literally millimeters away from a fight before you called him out for being obsessed with them, throwing in a gay joke.

He looked at you with soft eyes before throwing a small insult to throw the rest off.

“Okay princess, go make tips with your boobs.” he said leaving everyone confused for the “insult” he threw at you.

And with that he left without a fight.

“Okay so I get called a slut and you get called out for boobs?” kie said offended watching the boy walk away.

“I mean she does have nice boobs…” jayj whispered before Pope smacking the back of his head.

You giggled at the old memory,

But the feeling of guilt washes over you.

Rafe and his buddies always messing with the pouges, you’re bestfriend. The name calling with bruises and vandalism to prove it.

Where does your loyalty lie?

Rafe perks up with the sound of your giggles

“Okay are your giggling at her being crush by glass walls right now?” he asks

“No no it's something else.” you say looking off to the side.

“Actually pause the movie, I wanna talk about something” you say as he grabs the remote.

“Uh okay, so what's up.” he ask with thoughtful eyes.

“So I know we've been sneaking around for a while now-”

“Well I wouldn't call it sneaking around, you've met my parents and vise versa” he said with a nervous laugh

“Yeah i guess but our friends Rafe. If mine find out about us I don't know what they would do”

“Why do you care what they think?” he ask

“Cause you just ruined Kies car…”

“Well she deserved it”

“What did she even do?? We were just having pizza for crying out loud.”

“Oh didnt know jj was pizza…” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

“Oh so this is about jj.”

“I’m just saying if he wasn’t all up on your the night wouldn’t have ended like this!”

“First of all, nothing happend, second of all if it was jjs fault why did you destroy Kiara’s car!”

“Like she couldn’t get it fix, she a kook too you know!”

“You slashed her ties Rafe! Money or not that’s still a despicable thing to do?? She’s completely innocent and she’s never did a thing to you yet your terrorize her? How would she ever react if I tell her? ‘Oh you're fucking y/n? Okay that's fine u forgive you for the slut shaming and destroying my car yay!!’ is that what you think she'll do?” you argue.

“Well if they're the real friend you claim they are they wouldn't care! They'll be happy ur happy!!” he said back

“And Jj? The bruises he has on his back won't disappear the moment you come out hand in hand with me.” you say

“Why who you care what jj would think huh? I see you guys all up on eachother especially after today. What do you think that makes me feel? Seeing you all touchy touchy right in front of my eyes knowing I can’t do a thing about it!” He

“He wiped fucking sauce of my face Rafe.” You say

“I see the way he looks at you! He’s totally into you he’s like a 12 year old, practically drooling over you! Every time I come around you guys he steps in front of you, guarding you from me always with some time of body part on you. Every time I look back after I leave he’s giving you hugs or some bull shit.”

“Is this really about jj Rafe? He’s my bestfriend, brother even! We grew up together and hes seen and been physical with you of course he’s gonna get protective!” you say ruffling your hair

“Rafe are you jealous of him?”

“What? No, no he’s a pouge, he has nothing against me. I-I can practically buy him if I wanted too.” He said

“Screw them you're happy with me alright?” he said trying to change the subject.

“Rafe we aren't even-” you didn't even know what to say. Together? He sure acts like you can't sit by a guy especially at a party.

“What y/n? Official? Dating? Cause these past 3 months have been nothing but perfect for me!” Rafe said trying to make you feel bad.

“Thats the thing Rafe! I wake up in your bed then end the night talking shit with the pouges! Thats not normal, healthy! It's far from perfect can't you see that?” tears began to well up in both of your eyes. “You can't even call me your girlfriend.”

“We can never have a sweet date that doesn’t involve me ducking under a table or you hiding in the bathroom Rafe. We always have to have a small dinner or another movie marathon at Tammy hill, I just want at least a peaceful day at the park or the board walk.” you cry.

“Belive me y/n i want too, do you know how many girls never make it to tannyhill? Only the back seat or a trashy motel room.” he said

“Oh thanks for that image-” you say as your getting up from the bean bag

“Y/n stops that's not what I'm trying to say.” He huffs trying to collect his tears, grabbing your hands into his.

“The moment I first saw you, you were surfing with jj. It pissed me off that you were with him out of all people. but then my eyes landed back on you and all that anger went away. I wish I could explain it, how I feel. You're the only person I find tolerable in this world. When we first officially met on the golf course, the circumstances obviously could've been better” he said with a small laugh

“But you and me sitting in my truck, driving you home felt so, normal. Like it was meant to be. It felt like I've done it a million times even though I was so nervous. If you get what I'm trying to say y/n is that I like you. I want you in my life, as a friend, girlfriend or even the Bev cart girl. But I really hope you take the girlfriend title”

“Rafe….”

“Y/n these 3 months have meant everything to me and I hope for many more. Y/n will you be my girlfriend?

“But the pouges-”

“Screw them, this is about you and me princess” he said looking for something in your eyes.

And it was lust.

You smash your lips onto his, hands tangled into each other hair.

Rafe pulls you onto his lap letting his hands roam all over your body, slowly trying to get your shirt off.

As you began shifting on his lap to tease the poor kook, he starts sliding his hands underneath your shit cupping your breast.

“Let’s take this upstairs yeah?” Rafe offers in between kisses.

“Aren’t your parents up there.” You mumble with your lips still on his.

“Guess we just have to be quiet huh princess?” He says cupping your face, soon getting up.

As you guys walk out the screening room he picks you up bridal style causing fit of giggles.

Finally in his room he puts you on his bed towering over you once again starting a make out sesh.

—flashback—

Rafe and you were on the beach, walking along the sunset after you first date.

You guys went to an arcade in on the mainland so none one can spot you guys.

The date was fun, you never knew this side of Rafe or Rafe in general. The Rafe who let you win in air hockey, who helped you make baskets in basketball, the Rafe would spent all of his tickets on a stuff animal for you.

Everything the pouges describing him to be was far from this Rafe.

Did they have the right to say all those nasty things about him? Yes 100% but you never had it happen to you. The worst thing he’s ever done to you before this whole relationship happened was dirty looks, he never once said or did anything bad to you.

In a way you felt terrible, you were betraying your bestfriends. Yes you felt guilty, but boy were you in love. You hate to admit it, being in love let alone being in love with Rafe Cameron.

One kiss and you instantly metled.

The first being shared in the beach, where you and Rafe went after the ferry ride back.

It was a beautiful May sunset, the weather was finally warm enough for shorts on the beach. Obx winters felt way longer than anywhere els.

You were walking hand in hand with the stuffy you got. Rafe was sharing small stories of from his childhood.

“And so when Rose came out the bathroom she had hot pink hair and very orange skin! She looked like one of those troll dolls from the 90s.” He said laughing.

You guys then sat in a rock, in the between the long grass and daisys sprouted around.

“I remember this one time I manage to actually pull of a prank on jj” you laughs to yourself recalling the memories, Rafe tensing at the boys name but you never noticed.

“I blew up a shit ton of ballon’s and cut open a mattress and replace the insides with ballon’s and I also did it too his pillow. So I know jj jumps onto the bed everytime so the night when he went to sleep I was in the living room and we all heard the big pops and a uncanny high pitched scream from jj.” You say completely losing it.

“Oh so you’re one tough cookie huh?” He said playfuly while you trying to collecting yourself.

“Honestly I didn’t think it would work” you say looking at him.

You guys sat on the rock, waves crashing and the sunset creating the perfect warm atmosphere.

Rafe look down to your lips, you looking at his. His eyes looked into yours asking for permission without saying a word, you nodded and he started to move in closer.

You connected your lips with his.

The kiss sent electric waves downs your spine. Nothing els really matter, everything that once clouded your mind just melted away as you melted into him.

The taste of mint and lemonade.

The kiss was semi short, you both didn’t wanna part but the look in yours eyes made it seem worth it. Rafe swore he could’ve seen stars in yours eyes.

That was the first kiss of many.

Who knew mint could be such a sweet flavor.

— end of flashback—

You’re clothes are fully off, Rafes on top sliding two fingers in and out of you

“Taking my fingers so good Baby” he teased.

His favorite thing has to be fingering because he can’t get over how pathetic it is that you are clenching over practically nothing.

“More Rafe” you can barely get out. now with 4 fingers in.

Rafes pumping back and forth, lips on your breast sending chills down your spine.

As you get tighter and tighter Rafe takes note that you’re about to finish so he picks up his face and tugging on your nips to get you there quicker.

You let out whimpers trying to hold in your moans.

“Such a good girl.”

As you finally reach the first orgasam for the night you quickly grab Rafes free hand covering your mouth muffling the moan.

“Fuck Rafe” you say as he flips you guys over with you now on top.

You send trails of kissing down his body, grabbing his hard dick sliding your fingers over the tip.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you look like this” you say as you staring going up and down his dick looking him in the eye.

“You should see my angle babe” he soft chuckles, buckling his hips.

“Needy” you say putting the lip in your mouth.

You’re head going up and down, trying to take his length in one hole. Reaching the tip you swirling your tounge on it looking up up Rafe that has a smirk on it watching you.

Your hands cupping his balls as Rafe throws his head back.

“Mhmmm fuck y/n” Rafe placing a hand on top of your head slowing pushing down.

“I wanna hear you.” He said as your start gagging.

Deep and deeper you get him both turning you on even more.

You press your legs together as his breathing starts getting more intense.

Before Rafe can finish he pulls you off, yanking you on him before putting it in.

“Remember not too lound princess.” He starts lowering you into his cock. The tip so red its pulsing.

You start to slide down his dick, your body feeling like it’s the first time again.

The way he stretches you out making your brain go numb.

“Oh fuck-” you say as your barely on it.

“Come on princess you can take it, you’ve done it before” he said as he guides your hips.

You moan as you completely take him in. Your hips connect to his, you take a minute to let your body adjust.

Soon your start moving up and down

The feeling of your tight pussy making Rafes mind go haywire.

The slow pace wasn’t enough so Rafe starts bucking his hips into you trying to make you go faster and taking note you did.

Rafe watched as your tits bounced, his hand reaching for your nipples as he begins to twist them.

Your moans being made into whimpers

The feeling of Rafe pelvis hitting your clit makes you go faster, the way his tips perfectly hitting your g spot.

But his length makes is tiring.

“Rafe help.” You pled.

Rafe lifs you up by your waist as he begins pounding you himself.

“Love it when I fuck you huh baby?” He says as he pounds you.

You’re knees began to weak as the familiar sensation that overtakes your body.

The way Rafe easily slides in and out, him being inside you feeling so normal. Like his dick was meant for you. Always surprised how it’s able to fit.

As you grab one of his pillows to drown out the moan messing he’s leaving you in, the tighter you get the more fast he is.

“Rafe..” you gulp as your legs shake.

“I know baby, cum with him.” He grunts.

You free a hand and begging rubbing your clit in fast circular motions, throwing the pillow to the side.

You bit on your lips to hold in the moans so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were gonna be bruised later.

Soon enough you reach your climax, legs shaking and giving up on as aquejen on Rafe as he shoots his load in you.

Both in sweaty and hot you fall into him.

Nothing if your body’s conlasping on the king size matress bento you.

You roll off of him trying to catch your breath, with him doing the same with grunts in the middle.

You look at him admiring the high he gave you before he also turns to look at you.

You let out a little giggle before he pulls you in laying together.

“Are you still jealous of jj now?.”

“Oh shut it.”

-time skip-

You wake up in the king size bed if Rafe, the sheets smelling like him.

As you turn to reach for the boy you're met with nothing.

You began to grab your phone, as you reach for it there's a note

Ran out for breakfast princess, your clothes are in the dresser.

You turn to look around a spot a brand new dresser you've never seen before. How the hell did you miss that.

Hope you like it, it has a built in jewelry storage :)

Damn you Rafe. Time like these you wished your friends saw.

You get up and throw a shirt on that you found on the floor.

You open up the drawers you see he organizated it himself. On the top is your undergarments, then tops, bottoms and PJs (the clothes you took from him)

You grab a pair of clothes which included a new Victoria secret set and head to take a shower.

As you stand under the waterfall showerhead, you can't help but what your friends are doing right now.

You grab the Redken shampoo Rafe bought and lather your hair. The only way you could afford it is if you bought it at tj maxx.

Soon you're out, you change and as you began brushing your teeth you get a text.

Rafe 🕶️: Hey just ran into Jj

Rafe 🕶️ : I think we should wait a little longer to break the news

You sigh.

You: Rafe what did you do.

Rafe 🕶️: lets just say he needs to think before he makes a comment on my girl.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

I literally hate writing smut 👎

Sorry for the long awaited pt2

Please ignore any typos 💁

#rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe outer banks #rafe fluff #jealous rafe #obx smut #obx netflix #drew starkey

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sanctus-ingenium · 1 year

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I was wondering how achieve such a wonderful textured finish on your pieces? They are wonderful and I love their resemblance to aged photographs and the speckles of colors in the backgrounds. Your art is mesmerizing :)

you can see some of the texture brush sets i use in my #info_asks tag but i have some more (procreate) tips aside from just brushes

also hi i made this whole thing and then stupidly hit ctrl z to erase ONE word and i lost the entire bottom half of the post and all my image descriptions so fuck you tumblr i had to make this twice

to get a faded photo or old digital screen look, consider duplicating the canvas (once all the layers are merged) and using a gaussian blur tool on the new duplicated layer. then set that to low opacity to add a misty sort of look. looks nice in combination with some chromatic abberation and a small bloom effect. then a subtle noise filter on top:

for faded print effects, it's really worthwhile to learn how to use layer masks. you can use a layer mask to non-destructively 'weather' blocks of colour or lineart, without erasing the layer itself. the weathered ink/block print effect here was made using layer masks which means that if i just hide the mask, the lineart becomes solid black again and easy to alter or colour in:

for old paper effects you can just set a paper texture on multiply over the art sure, but you can also combine it with the blur & bloom thing, a really subtle drop shadow and canvas tilt, and highlights to make it look like an aged photograph of a card. this originally had a transparent bg but i'll post it here with a white bg so that the drop shadow is more obvious. the scuffed edges of the card (left) were hand drawn, simple white stucco brush. the bigger patch of scuffed ink (top right) was a texture stamp.

for block print looks you can move the colour layer out of alignment by a few pixels - but only after you're absolutely sure you're done with it, otherwise you'll get something like this -

i forgot to erase out her eye before i moved the red layer so now her eye defeats the 'look' of a misaligned print. the black lineart and red layer were also given the same layer mask treatment as described above to make them look faded or like the ink didn't stick down right to the paper

you can do this with multiple colour layers too. if the colour layers are separated and set to multiply (as in this cmyk example), it'll leave halos and edges around each shape which mimic old comic book print

just to show what you can do WITHOUT any special brushes, here's a piece of one of my mez tarot cards from before i got any extra brushsets at all. for this one, i added a green tint over everything to mimic a sun-bleached or faded print (my actual goal wasn't 'medieval illustration' but actually 'trading card from the 60s that got left on someone's windowsill for decades'). the background texture is the procreate noise brush. the texture under the green lion drawing is the procreate concrete brush (to make it look painted onto a wall). the lettering and lineart is procreate's 6B pencil. but to properly aim for The Look of it being a printed physical object, i also used a perspective blur so that the edges are out of focus, and metallic gold highlights which don't match the lighting of the actual illustration and appear to be catching some other external light. that texture was made from the procreate noise brush

it's pretty simple compared to my later stuff but i still really like the effect

in terms of colours, you need to keep them unified so that they all appear to be acting under the same external light source, like if someone is holding up a torch to a painting then the painting colours will be glazed with firelight even if there's no painted fire. a really easy way to do this is to slap a multiply layer over everything in one shade - grey-yellow for a weathered paper look, or greenish blue for sunbleached photos. this unifies all the colours of the drawing. or you can apply a gradient map at a low opacity so that there's only a subtle change. or just do it by hand - if you want everything to be slightly tinted yellow, just pick the colours you normally would, but move the colour wheel towards yellow to get a yellowfied version of the base colour. easy

it's really important to consider how fading and weathering can affect printed colour. white paper yellows, black fades. you will rarely see pure black or pure white. which means you can use pure black or pure white to add external effects like the white scuff marks on the hierophant card. if the whole drawing is yellowed from age but there's some white somewhere, it's an easy shorthand to show that the scuff mark or whatever was not originally part of the drawing (great way to add some nasty stains lol)

#info asks #i don't have like a specific set of steps i follow i kind of freestyle it every time #obviously i have favourites i like to use but like that sphinx drawing? don't ask me how i did it because i don't remember #i just played with it until it looked nice. the blue dots are ... some sort of effect layer i don't remember which

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serendipityandbenevolence · 1 year

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Couldn't find any fatui x reader SAGAU so I wrote what I wanted to read. It's a tough gig, but someone has to do it. Also yes, I know my sentences are too long

Contains - Mentions of blood (yay), me pretending like scara is still part of the fatui and la signora isn't dead, a good part of this is just you monologuing about how you're going to die (spoilers: you don't) no gold blood (sorry guys) also gn reader

With every labored breath that fell from your lips, you became more certain that this was where you would die. Not in a comfortable bed, surrounded by family to hold you gently as you slipped on, but alone and scared in a foreign land. You traced patterns on the snow that you lay upon, the only movement you could force yourself to do since you collapsed into that very snow hours prior. Part of you said it was the cold that had brought you to your knees, the other, more rational, part said that is was the gaping wound in your side and the heavy trail of red that you had sloppily painted the pristine landscape with.

You could not recall who dealt that blow to you. There were too many bows, swords, spears, that had rained down upon you to tell whose had cut you. And you hadn't looked. You didn't want to know, of those who you had adored through a screen, had performed the killing blow. It was a miracle that you had escaped. Perhaps it was a blessing from the god whose face you had unwittingly stolen, to give you the chance to fade away gently before they could inflict more pain to you.

But as soon as the thought of a peaceful end crossed your mind, you heard it. At first, you could pretend it was merely the howling wind that swirled above, but as the noises got louder, your brain was forced to recognize them as they were: voices. A single tear slid down your cheek as you lay motionless, the last tear you would shed for yourself.

"-they get this far? With the amount of blood they've lost, surely they must be de-"

"Shh! Don't even speak the words! The death of a god would not go unpunished and I do not delight in the thought of what punishment would be in store for us, so please, refrain from such-"

"Over there!"

The hands that grabbed you almost seemed to burn, their gentle warmth scorching your frost-ridden skin. Panicked voices swirled around you, words disappearing from your mind as soon as they are spoken. The only thing you truly hear, as the darkness surrounds you, was the frantic yell for a healer.

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You were warm. A rather bland, yet incomprehensible feeling considering the few days you had just had. However, as you forced your eyes open, the reason for your warmth became clear. Gone was the infinite snowy landscape, replaced with a truly massive bedroom and a crackling fire that provided your only light aside from the slightly ajar double doors and the sliver of light they let through. And the bed that you lay upon, which seemed far too spacious for even two people rest in, was piled high with furs and blankets. You wondered whether the person who had made this bed for you had simply taken every blanket they could find and thrown them upon you in the hopes that it would keep you warm.

"Liyue had extended their sincere apology for the treatment of the Divine One, but we are yet to hear anything from Inazuma."

The voice that snaked its way into your room was firm and professional, but with a sharp venom lacing every word, especially the nations that they named. The next voice in comparison made no effort to conceal its vicious hatred, anger seeping out of every letter.

"Not even a letter. How disgraceful. I expected nothing less from a nation that cannot even know its creator when they see them, but somehow, they still disappoint me."

Quite a few murmurs of agreement surrounded that statement, revealing truly how many people stood outside your room, before the first voice responded.

"You would think, Capitano, that such devout worshippers would have a good set of working eyes, however-"

You did not hear beyond that. That name, it told you everything about where you had found yourself and the nature of those voices whispering in the hallway.

The Harbingers.

You almost had to laugh, that your sworn enemies within the narrative were the ones to be providing you shelter after your 'allies' had turned against you. But instead of a laugh, a name fell from your lips, louder then intended, causing the voices outside to hush.

The name of the person you wished to see and, if you were being honest with yourself, your favorite Harbinger.

Now the only question is... who was it?

Pierro

Dottore

Columbina

Scaramouche

Sandrone

Signora

Pantalone

Tartaglia

Capitano

Arlecchino

Anyway, I'll write their lil pathways when i have the energy but hey, if you're reading this, if you want to comment which one you want first, i might listen

#genshin sagau #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #genshin impact #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader

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mayullla · 9 months

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Hello

I hope you're doing great and having a good day

May i request Albedo🍀🦋?

I hope i didnt miss anything

-thank you very much

Title: Momentary Paradise

Character(s): Albedo (Genshin Impact) Summary: He always had this dream of you long before he could even open his eyes. Your arms was like a paradise to him in those moments but he wanted it to be forever. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, reader is 'similar' to Albedo~

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Albedo always had this dream that never left his mind. It was long before he was able to open his eyes and see the world and walk with two feet.

When he was still inside a vial sleeping ever so soundly.

Was it a dream or not he wasn't sure, sometimes he would dream of it again, when he was so tired after a long day's work or when he felt the world was too heavy for him to burden. Your voice was soft and gentle, hands holding him ever so gently. The soft warmth that wrapped around him, he could not forget.

It was a kind of momentary paradise for him. As every day he hoped to see you again as he close his eyes, disappointed when he wasn't able to and the sun rise.

Yet with each passing day, his dreams become blurry of you. Each day he feels like a small detail fades to nothing, a blurred mess that he didn't want it to be. He never forgot, yet the fear of forgetting made him scared as he wondered if he did. Your eyes were clear in his mind yet at the same time so hard to grasp.

He remembers each and every single detail of what you look like, shown on the portrait he was slowly painting as if to put every single detail of you within it. To case it that he might forget, that these thoughts would one time eat him alive.

Every strand of hair, eyelash, the memories of your eyes and your skin were still vivid in his mind. The warm touch of your care. Patiently he painted every single detail but inside his heart he was impatient. His creator Gold didn't know who you were, raising her eyebrow in interest at his words when he told you who you were.

Pausing he took a step back to admire his work. He could not help but feel a little disappointed as he looked at the drawing. What oil paint could not make was natural heat, what it could not make was movement nor could it make sounds.

Not yours.

Instead of continuing tho, he placed his paintbrush down cleaning his hand from the paint and chalk. He heard the sounds of the steps and voices familiar to him one that belonged to the soft-spoken Sucrose and the high pitch Paimon. He assumed that the traveler was there too as they and Paimon were almost never apart.

"Albedo we are back from our travel! We also ran into Sucrose while heading up the mountain." The high-pitched voice of Paimon called out his name. Glancing at the portrait for a moment he left the room to greet the visitors and who he considers as friends.

"Albedo here are the materials that you asked for! Paimon and Traveller had a hard time finding half of this stuff so the pay better be good." Paimons placed her hands on her waist, with a pout narrowing her eyes at him.

"I don't know how you managed to find out where so many of these materials are and how to find them otherwise the traveler and I would be running in circles getting nothing done."

Albedo greeted the traveler taking the bag that he had asked them to store the ingredients when they found them. What was once light and with empty compartments now was heavy. Checking if they have found everything that he asked he looked at Paimon and smiled at her.

"Do not worry Paimon. I made sure to pay extra for all your troubles." Albedo chuckled as he watched Paimon perk up, her eyes excited.

"You better! After traveling the desert and climbing the highest mountains I want to eat the most delicious food of all of Teyvat now! I want to eat sweet madame, chicken-mushroom skewer, and fisherman's toast!" Paimon nodded smiling happily at the thought of the money that would soon be used to fill her stomach. While the traveller could not help but sigh at her antics still a small smile on their lips as they tease their little companion.

Albedo chuckled, grabbing a bag filled with mora he handed them their commission fee. "Thanks again for procuring this for me. With this, my experiment would be able to make some progress." Albedo told them.

Paimon tilts her head at what he said, curious as to why he would need such rare materials for research "If you don't mind me asking. What are you experimenting to need so many rare materials?" Paimon asked leaning a little more forward.

"Hmmm, I am afraid that I can't say. This is rather personal for me so it would be hard to say. Sorry, Paimon." Albedo apologized, to which Paimon quickly waved her hands "Don't worry about it, I was just curious that is all. If you don't wanna say anything, you don't have to!" Paimon told him, waving her hand at him.

After some tea and catching up the traveler and Paimon started to head down the mountain not before offering Albedo if he wanted to join them. "You sure you don't want to join us? We are gonna eat a ton of delicious food, join us! More the merrier!" Paimon flew a little higher excited at the thought of food again (the snacks were nice but not enough for her) but Albedo shook his head.

"Thank Paimon, but with the materials now here I want to get everything started."

"All right, well see yeah Albedo! Message us when you need help again or just wanna hang out!"

Albedo watched them head down the mountain till he could no longer see them before he started heading up the mountain with the materials on hand, a narrow and dangerous road he walked higher and higher up the mountain till he reached a small cave that no one knows about...

... all except him.

Walking in he walked towards a blank wall, he moved steps that he had memorized a long time ago and at the last step, pulling a lever hidden behind a wall of ice the wall groaned and rumbled. What was once a wall now showed a pathway.

After waiting for a little while when all the rumbling stopped Albedo walked in before the wall closed again. Walking in the dark, the place brightened by the flickers of torches. He reached deep within the cave, and there stand a woman silently sleeping in a casket.

Surrounded her were flowers that wither slower than normal flowers, reaching the casket Albedo examined the flowers before placing the bag of materials that he had gotten from the traveler and Paimon. "I should change the flowers soon, they are starting to brown around the edges."

Walking closer he looked at you, your eyes closed as if you were really sleeping.

However, there was no pulse. There was no movement.

You looked like a timeless doll, beautiful and fragile, so well taken care of. Raising his hand he touched your face cold as ice. "I am back..." Abedo whispered softly, examining your skin... even cold looked real.

"I was finally able to acquire all the remaining materials needed." Albedo continued to whisper softly, softly rubbing your cheek and slipping his hand down to your neck where there was a yellow diamond just like his on the center of your neck.

Just a little bit more, and you would finally wake up and all the experiments he had done for years would be worth it. Just a little bit more and you would look at him with those lovely eyes and laugh in that soft gentle voice in his arms.

This time you and he would be together forever instead of a short paradise.

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stra-tek · 5 months

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Lots and lots of random spoilerific things about Star Trek comics

Gold Key's old run was written by people who had never actually seen the show. Later they involved fans like Doug Drexler to make things a bit more authentic

This however made them, IMHO, amazing

Blond scotty. Wearing green.

Voodoo planet, with papier mache versions of Earth landmarks which, when blasted with a death ray, cause the real ones to collapse

Spock learns voodoo to combat this threat

The Enterprise completely razes a planet of hostile plant spore things. Like full on extermination of all life

There's a locked room on deck 7 full of evil Vulcan spirits. A yeoman blunders in and all hell breaks loose

Kirk doesn't know what a god damn black hole is

Spock is kidnapped by aliens, has their entire knowledge downloaded into his brain which makes him into a bobblehead for awhile

The Enterprise is briefly taken from Kirk and given to Captain Zarlo, who is a total bellend

Spock forgets to have pointed ears sometimes

The old UK newspaper comic strips were even worse. The first few issues feature "Captain Kurt" and he wears a red shirt. Bailey is also a lead character, giving away which one episode they had knowledge of

Depictions of the Enterprise in their very first strip will shock and horrify you, but after that the art becomes amazing and maintains a very high standard

Marvel did a series following The Motion Picture, and it was a vast improvement, although they technically had rights to the movie and not the series, which led to a little weirdness. Tons of references still were snuck in, though

There's a series of Book and Records, which you can listen to on YouTube and are goofy fun. The Enterprise desperately needs a meal in the art, though.

They draw Romulans as green wizards

They didn't have the rights to Nichelle Nichols or George Takei's likenesses, so get ready for White Uhura and Black Sulu!

They didn't have the rights to The Animated Series either, so M'Ress is a human with weird face paint and Arex is substituted for just some guy

There's an unlicensed Chinese adaptation of The Motion Picture's novelisation (made with zero prior knowledge of Star Trek), which features an all-star cast like O.J. Simpson as Decker and James Brolin as Kirk. It's called The Star Trek, which is a better name than The Motion Picture, IMHO.

DC comics' first run is considered some of the best Trek ever. They're made with love and a deep knowledge of the source material

You know how Star Trek III takes place right after II? WRONG. It was several months later and the crew (with Saavik taking over from Spock) had tons of adventures in the interim. It just seemed like it was right after😂

Before Worf and long long before Ash Tyler, Kirk had a Klingon on his crew

He was a cowardly Klingon named Konom who fled the Empire

He fell in love with a human woman named Bryce

They adopted an albino Klingon/human child with dwarfism which they named Bernie

Kirk has an unhinged, insubordinate crewman on board named Bearclaw and they hate each other

Tension escalates and eventually there's a stabbing

Sulu/M'Ress happens and I don't think people knew what furrys were in the 80's

You know how Spock comes back at the end of III but isn't his old self until the end of Star Trek IV? WRONG AGAIN. He came back just fine, and lost his marbles following an incident months later that just happened to line everything up to make it all seem like it was right after.

After STIII, Kirk becomes captain of the U.S.S. Excelsior NX-2000 and Spock becomes captain of the U.S.S. Surak. We get a few issues exclusively focusing on Spock's ship and his band of merry weirdos.

The U.S.S. Surak keeps changing design, starting off as a sort of Oberth-class ship, then randomly becoming an Excelsior-class ship and finally ending as the warp sled shuttlecraft from The Motion Picture

The Surak's crew include a giant chicken man, a Vulcan hating racist lady and a balding man with a bicycle

They all die horribly and a massive reset button is pressed so everyone is exactly where they were at the end of Star Trek III

In order to make that work they had to bs that the Klingon Bird of Prey was hidden in Excelsior's shuttlebay all this time despite it being way, way too big for that

There's a full on mirror universe invasion

Kirk becomes a celebrity from saving the galaxy all the time

Mr. Arex comes back and becomes chief of security but doesn't really do much

HORTA CREWMEMBER. It's as amazing as it sounds

The first Next Generation comic miniseries was made with knowledge of the first 2 or 3 TNG episodes and nothing else

Everyone is hench as fuck. Picard has washboard abs and bulging muscles

Data is emotional and Troi feels the emotions she senses a la "Encounter at Farpoint"

Wesley is drawn as if he's 10

The B-shift con and ops team are a husband and wife who wear caped superhero versions of Starfleet uniforms with bare legs.

They argue. A lot.

The crew meet an alien Santa Claus and Q loses his powers years before "Deja Q"

The whole Q Continuum visits the Enterprise and they're all John De Lancie but in Starfleet uniforms of every colour under the sun.

After that initial miniseries, the Next Gen crew lose a lot of their muscle mass and start resembling their on screen counterparts a lot better

Picard had a brother who fell down a hole and died as a child. Q offers to rewrite history so he doesn't die. Claude Picard grew up to be Space Superhitler and turns Starfleet and the Federation fascist.

Before all this Q turned Jean-Luc into a goat for the lolz

Marvel's The Early Voyages was very literally Strange New Worlds before Strange New Worlds.

They have a pyrokinetic security officer named Nano and he's awesome

Marvel lost the Trek license quite suddenly, and so the series ends on a cliffhanger where Admiral April is up to something iffy.

Marvel did a Starfleet Academy series featuring Nog and its utterly fantastic

A female Andorian cadet tries to make Nog feel at ease by greeting him in the nude, but Nog fails to take it as an innocent gesture and she immediately sends him flying across the room

Romulan agents with split personalities in Starfleet Academy!

They visit Talos IV and get help from Captain Pike, who's still alive

IDW comics did a prequel to the 2009 reboot where Picard is an ambassador, Data is captain of the Enterprise-E and Nero has hair. It was co-written by the movie writers and was considered sort of vaguely semi canon ish for a time

They originally wanted the Romulan supernova to destroy a lot more, including Earth and have Nero kill the TNG crew. It was the Star Trek Online devs that got them to scale things back because they'd have no universe left to set their game in.

Nero's ship looks like it does because after Romulus was destroyed he took it to a secret Romulan base and had it equipped with reverse-engineered Borg technology

You thought DC struggled to keep ship designs correct? IDW's comics keep using traced fan art from Google Images, and fan art (sometimes with unique ship designs) has shown up on multiple occasions as the Kelvinverse U.S.S. Enterprise

In one IDW TOS comic, the bridge is totally covered with TNG LCARS graphics.

In another, an Orion ship is a gigantic Stargate sticking out of the middle part of Battlestar Galactica.

Wanna see Kelvinverse versions of TOS episodes? That was their first comics run, picking up after the 2009 reboot movie. They start off very faithful and as the series goes on things diverge more and more

To the extent some stories have very different backstories and outcomes

We visit 2 Kelvin mirror universes and a genderswapped universe too. No, Kirk doesn't do what you're thinking.

Q visits the Kelvin Universe and brings the crew forward in time to their version of Deep Space Nine

Nero's time in Klingon prison (from the Star Trek 2009 deleted scenes) and escape is fleshed out

Nero meets V'ger.

Nero mind melds with V'ger.

V'ger turns away due to the sheer force of Nero's hatred.

I wish I was making that up.

Klingons get their hands on Narada's technology and go to war

We get a Khan backstory where the Eugenics Wars are a full on nuclear conflict and "Khan" is the title that little Noon Sing adopts when he takes power

After being revived in the 23rd century, Admiral Marcus has Khan surgically altered to look like Benedict Cumberbatch as part of his John Harrison cover identity

They did a series of shorts called Waypoint, and in the first one Geordi is captain of a future Enterprise and his crew is made up of holographic versions of Data and it's a really sweet concept (this was several years before before ST: Picard brought Data back twice)

There's a prequel series centred around Number One where nobody manages to say her name before being interrupted. If you put the bits together it seems her name was Eureka Robbins. Of course, this is long before novels and SNW made her Una Chin-Riley.

#star trek #star trek comics #star trek the original series #star trek the next generation #star trek aos #star trek kelvin timeline #tng #star trek the animated series #dc comics #gold key comics #idw comics #marvel comics #deep dive

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tac-bat · 1 year

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Why I love How Sky Portrays Death

Before I start, I go into detail about death and loss, and description of the afterlife and dying and examples of it in sky and a little mention of religion irl.

I wrote this while sleep deprived if this makes no sense, i'm not sorry

Take this all with a grain of salt as this is purely my observation and interpretation

To many, death is scary, unpredictable, and inevitable. Death is frightening because it represents the end of life, the loss and grief it brings, and the uncertainty of where we will go. Every religion has its own version of the afterlife, from our soul moving to a new body, places ranging from rewarding good and punishing evil, to simply being nothing. Death is scary because we'll never truly know what lies beyond or what awaits. It's complicated ,heavy, and it's something that many have delved deeper into too. I only bring this up because the sky not only answers, but embraces death. How? Let's take a look.

Orbit

Sky's interpretation of the afterlife is perfect. "All are given breath by starlight," as stated in the intro mural, everyone ends up back in the stars someday, becoming spirits that travel to this small part of the galaxy. They even seem to become one with the light and stars if they so please. And it's relaxing; it's soothing.

They know it exists.

Spirit's have shown from the beginning of the game that they can descend and ascend whenever they please. See all TS's, Grandma, and event spirits like Yeti, who appear briefly during Feast to cast a snowman spell before ascending. According to this logic, orbit is widely known because ancestors were bound to descend to explain what happens. And spirits aren't gone from their loved ones' lives; they're still present. They're not gone and can visit anytime they like; it's not hard for me to imagine them visiting others during holidays and events.

Gravestone's

In every social space, there are gravestones for every base-game ancestor. What's interesting is how they're laid out; unlike regular graveyards, which are organized in a line, none of the graves are uniform, some being lengths apart. This is very clear in Prarie, with one near the closet and another nestled in a cave; even irl graveyards that are less uniform don't tend to put burials that far away, but Sky does. It almost seems like an ancestor could've possibly chosen the placement themselves. You also have the special burial site at the 8-player door, a working elevator and all, the graves have their own little buildings and stones draped in gold, implying a ceremony as we know. Not only that, but Valley's way of honouring death is extremely interesting.

Let's talk about Samekh's temple

Valley really demonstrates how death is viewed—not in a morbid way but in an honourable way. The hallways of both races are lined with gravestones, with the exception of some open spaces. When compared to decorations such as the eight-player door, the gravestones themselves are painted in gold. They're unlike any graves seen so far, and you can argue that these were reserved for champions, and if so, I feel like the halls would be packed considering this is the valley of triumph, but no, there are still a few open spaces. Which makes me adore how there are gravestones in the twin's temple.

Their temple is the only one that not only has gravestones inside, but is lined with them! And considering their position and how we know they play a big role in the sky as leaders, to the point where they have a temple, it makes the fact they share it as an ancestor's final resting place so heartwarming to me. They were under no obligation to place gravestones; they could have dragged the banners down, added more statues, or even designed something similar to Daleth's temple like the murals we see, but they didn't. They allowed the room with their shrine to be a graveyard, they value their people's lives; they regard it as an honour, and whether those are the graves of champions or ordinary people, they value them all the same.

And it still hurts.

Even in the sky, where the question of death is answered, it still hurts.

It hurts when Mindful and a Tearful miner witness the deaths of their friends, Tearful having to bury their own. It hurts when Teabrewer returns with herbs for their loved one who died while they were away, so much so that they become anxious when they leave anyone alone, as seen in their info card. It's horrifying to know how many ancestors died in the war with no way to escape, faced with the fear of death every day.

Death is still scary in Sky, and I love it for that. Even when you know where you'll go, you still value your life; you don't want to die, and you don't want to go. But when that time comes, when you choose to be one with the universe, or roam your home with your star-kissed body, you'll never be alone. And that's why I adore the way death is depicted:

Because it's bittersweet.

#i spent way to long on this but head full #head very full #sky cotl #sky children of the light #skyblr #valley twins #valley elders #valley of triumph #daylight prairie #sky spirits #death mention #tw death #sky: cotl #sky: children of the light #tac rambles #tac art #?

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maristocratie · 1 year

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Some of my PJO/HOO + Magnus Chase headcanons

I apologize in advance for the spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue, I will try to do my best !

Enjoy the reading :)

Camp :

There is a winter version of the camp t-shirts for the kids who stay all year long which is an orange fleece, it is not possible that these kids are all year long in t-shirt + this fleece is a big oversized grandpa fleece

Percy :

Percy has a collection of ugly T-shirts from the gift shops of the small towns they passed through during all their quests

Annabeth :

Annabeth has a completely collapsible mug that she can slip into her bag when she goes to work for hours at the University Library in New Rome on her architectural projects. She has several of them in different colors for different drinks and she never puts tea in the coffee cup etc... because the cup takes on the taste and smell of a drink and when you drink another drink in that cup it tastes like the usual drink (it’s so specific sorry)

same when she makes a tea or coffee in their uni apartment she has a cup for each drink

Nico :

Nico has NO accent when he speaks English

Luke :

When Luke was younger he was certainly one of the oldest at camp and was like a big brother to many campers in addition to Annabeth

It happened very often that he read/tell stories to the little ones, put bandages during the trainings if the injuries did not require going to the infirmary and that he animated a lot of workshops as the one of the beads painting

He also animated the campfire in the evening and the singalongs but that was before he became a big jerk (to stay polite)

In Chiron's office there is still a box with the things Luke didn't take with him when he betrayed the camp that should have been returned to May but it was never done

Thalia :

Thalia has big feet I can’t explain why

She told Luke about Jason and he promised her that they would find him one day

She was extremely blonde when she was little

Jason :

Jason somehow knows how to play the piano.

He´s well versed in history and art history and knows a lot of random facts

At some point he has discovered contact lenses and wears them regularly when he’s doing physical activities

When he and his sister are side by side they look much more alike physically than one might think at first glance, they have the same facial expressions

Jason has small freckles on his face and shoulders that stand out in the summer even though you can see them in the winter when you are close to his face

Leo:

Leo can for sure play the drums

Frank :

Frank didn't become super thin or anything when he grew up, he stayed sturdy from the shoulders, which goes with his morphology

Will :

Will wears crocs or similar in the infirmary because he has to stand all day and can't afford to have sore feet + when he's not in the infirmary I think he wears Birkenstocks because they are more comfortable than the flip flops he wears in the books. Will = comfort shoes king

Very often during his night shift will wears the famous fleece because he’s rather cold and he wants to feel comfortable after a long day

He knows a lot about botany thanks to the medicinal plants but also because he has many plants in his bungalow and he has even placed some in a corner of the infirmary

He even has several books on plants that he reads during his breaks, big books that are a bit old and with lots of diagrams and illustrations

He has a helix piercing on his right ear and it's a gold ring

Piper :

Piper has a lot of ear piercings and she has a lot of cool jewelry. She is often asked where she found them. A big part of them are made partly by herself

Travis & Connor :

The stoll brothers are tall and skinny like not muscular just extra skinny legends. Connor is taller than Travis even though Travis is older

Connor has really curly hair while Travis' is more wavy

Magnus :

Magnus is so left-handed that he barely uses his right hand

It's canon that he's tall but I consider him taller than Jason and therefore Percy. He must be a good 6'1" minimum

He smells like head&shoulders and neutrogena intense hydration comfort balm Norwegian formula (very precise almost too precise)

not really an headcanon but I think we forget too quickly and too often that Magnus is extremely intelligent because of his looks and his natural embarrassment. And it infuriates me that he is taken for a fool.

Also, we often forget that he is an excellent pickpocket and that he and the Stoll brothers would literally be a molotov cocktail if they joined forces...

Hope you liked it !

#headcanon #percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #thalia grace #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #magnus chase #travis stoll #connor stoll #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo headcanon #hoo headcanon #frank zhang

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Damn it, I'm craving a bloody Bucky now. Ugh.

Omg please tell me he comes back from a mission and he needs us to calm down and then we clean him up afterwards?

Sort of.

The Red Door

Summary: You take on a mysterious new client.

Warnings: prostitution, oral, blood, dubcon at worst.

Please, let me know what you think. Leave a like, reblog, and some feedback. Love you all.

🩸🩸🩸

The other girls are scared. You won't pretend you're not.

They stare as you lead the man down the hallway, figures pressed against wood, eyes peering through inch-wide cracks, women with a sudden sense of modesty. You exhale as the heavy boots follow you, methodic, rhythmic, almost inhuman in their unwavering pace.

You stop at the end of the hall, by the door painted red, pulling forth the scarf tucked in the belt of your silk robe. You tie it around the knob to signal others not to disturb before you twist. You enter and wait for him, the metallic smell tickles your nose and seeps into your stomach. It almost makes you wretch.

He pauses at the threshold, the rosy light casting soft shadows across the space. Another scarf tossed over the lamp to give the effect. You grip the edge of the door and hold back a shiver as you look at him.

You didn't before. Not fully. You were too terrified to see further than the streaks of crimson across black leather, spattered across his chiseled jaw, and dark hair. His blue eyes are the only bright thing about him.

He steps through, another clunk of his thick sole, and marches past you. You blow out another quivery breath and shut the door. The click makes you flinch.

You turn to watch him as he walks the perimeter of the room, stopping at the covered window, examining it before spinning back. He moves as if he's inspecting the place. Curious, most men aren't so concerned with the room, just the bed.

Suddenly, he approaches you again. You press yourself to the door and cower. The stench of blood stains your tongue as wafts in through your nostrils. He reaches past your arm and turns the latch, locking you in.

He retreats without a word, not even looking at you. You stand on your own weight as he angles his head until a loud crack comes from his neck. He stretches his fingers, the leather gloves squeaking, then pops his knuckles.

The more antsy customers do better with wine. You go to the cabinet in the corner and open the small glass door. You grasp the neck of a bottle but his gritty voice gives you pause, as abrupt and unexpected as the rest of him.

"No, shit is like water to me," he waves you off.

You let go of the bottle and shut the door. You face him as he strides along the edge of the bed, unstrapping a glove and peeling it off. He pulls off the other and leaves them to ball on the table against the window. He drags his fingertips along the wood.

"I'm Rouge," you offer, uncertain how else to proceed. Some of the men like to have a name, others don't give a fuck. You don't ask for the same as often they prefer anonymity. This isn't a place for renown.

"You choose that?" He wonders as he turns, examining his hands, one shiny and metal, blood in the creases across his palms. He looks at them as if they are not his own, a wrinkle between his brows, as if he is as perturbed by the sight as you. Your more concerned with the artificial knuckles limned in gold.

"Red door, rouge," you shrug, "suppose the one before me went by the same."

He nods and drops his hands. His throat bobs as his eyes glimmer hotly. He looks at you, jaw ticking.

"I need to... clean up..." his timbre scrapes up his throat and he spreads a hand across his bloody jacket, resting it there before retracting it sharply. He bends his fingers and blows out a breath. His eyes search the floor, then the wall, as if he's lost.

"Sit," you say.

"I'm dirty," he returns flatly.

"I change the bed after. Every time."

He shifts and looks at the bed. His sole squeaks on the floor as he keeps his fist balled and considers the invitation. Surely, he didn't come here without intent.

He hesitates and takes the two steps across the floor and sits. His shoulders are straight, posture rigid, head raised like a soldier. His knees are wide as he grips one, once more entranced by the blood across his knuckles.

You leave him and gulp as you enter the small bathroom. You take the small basin from beneath and let it fill with warm water as you search for a cloth. You twist the faucet off, balancing the plastic vessel and the cloth as you emerge.

You place the basin on the table by his gloves and wet the cloth. He watches, you sense him and confirm it with a glance in his direction. You turn and near him. You reach to wipe the streak across his forehead and he catches your hand, wincing as if you've slapped him.

You stare into his deep blue eyes, endless like the ocean, mysterious and terrifying.

"I'm just helping," you say.

You wonder but you don't ask. He's not there to talk and neither are you. Besides, you don't want to know what happened. Rather, what he did.

He relaxes, just a little, and you continue to wipe away the blood. It's dry enough that it flakes onto the cotton and you rinse it before turning back, dabbing the line of his nose as he wiggles the tip and scrunches his lips. Ticklish despite his veneer.

He lifts his chin so you can clean his jaw and you see how the blood has dripped past his high collar. None of it seems to be his own.

You take his hand, the real one, and worked diligently on his fingers. He spreads them and turns his palm up as he lets you. He groans, a soft whisper, as you focus on the task.

"You get a lot of men in here need cleaning up?" He asks.

"You really wanna talk about them?" You ask as you turn and dip the cloth in the water, wringing it out before facing him again.

"Nah," he grabs the knot in your silk belt and tugs you close, stilling your other hand before you can touch it to him, "I don't know why I came here."

"Why does anyone come here?" You counter.

"Fair enough," he shrugs and slowly lowers your hand, squeezing it as he slides further over the edge.

"You want me to undress you, honey?" You ask."

"You call everyone that?" He intones.

"What do you want me to call you?"

"Whatever you like, doll," his tone softens, "you're a sweet thing, working in a place like this."

"You came to a place like this," you say as you wiggle your hand free of his. You drape the clothes over the edge of the basin and return to him, sliding down the tab of the zipper just beneath his chin.

"Not tryna insult you," he assures you as he frames your right hip with his hand, the metal cold through the thin silk. His touch slides down to knead your thigh and he hums. You let him pretend he isn't as slimy as the rest of them.

"I know," you push the zipper down and pull apart the leather, revealing the tight black tank beneath.

He stands and you can't help but take a step back. He looms over you, reminding you at once of the imbalance; client and seller, brute and woman. You guide the jacket down his arms and draw it away from him.

He sits once more and begins to unlace his boots. He tugs harshly as you hang the jacket on the back of the chair, looking at you as he pulls his foot free of the leather.

"I wanna see what you're hidin'," he says.

You nod and untie your robe. The lace bra and thong beneath lend a glimmer to his gaze as he removes his second boot. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slow, his chest rising and falling markedly. He runs his fingers down his cheek as he stares.

"Come here," he demands, all gentleness receding as he tugs up his shirt, peeling it over his head.

His torso is thick, muscular, and covered in scars. Those along his left shoulder that line the edge of the metal are most obvious, like tendrils that reach towards his neck and across his chest. There is blood in those places where it seeped through a seam.

He drops the shirt over the edge of the bed as he watches you approach.

He rises as you shed the robe. You gasp as his metal hand stretches across your throat and he squeezes, just enough to frighten. You peek up from beneath your lashes as his other hand comes up behind your head.

“Are you scared?” He asks.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, “who wouldn’t be?”

He searches you, for something, anything. A crack, a tell. You can see he’s trained to look for weakness, for deceit. In your business, honesty is the best policy… to a point.

His touch slips down your throat and past your collar bone. He traces a line between your cleavage and flutters along your stomach. He pulls away and unbuttons his fly. You go back to the table and open the slender draw, pulling out a condom from within. You return to him as he hooks his thumbs in the top of his dark briefs.

You hold out the square package and he tuts, “I want you to put it on, doll.”

It’s not an unusual request. You tear open the corner as he pushes down his pants and briefs in one swoop. He stands straight, his need bobbing before him. You can rarely tell with a man what they hide below the waist but with him, he’s as thick there as anywhere else.

You place the rubber against his tip and circle your fingers around him, unrolling the condom down his length. He trembles and grips your side. His other hand crawls up your arm and cradles the back of your head. With a nudge, he urges you down.

You get to your knees and look up at him, his fingers brush around to your chin. His thumb lingers on your lip as he grasps his hip with his other hand. You wrap your grip around him and stroke him. He lets out a long hum.

You press your lips to the slight bump at the end of the condom and slowly take him in. The act is routine, almost numb. You welcome him to the back of your throat, your hand reaching up blinding to brace his hip. He covers it with his own as he pets your crown with his metal fingertips.

“Slow down, act like you mean it,” he pushes his hips out until you gag.

You breathe through your nose and ease your throat, inching him down past your reflex. You go until you can’t take anymore and pull back until only his tip remains, poking just between your lips. You repeat the motion as he balls your hair in his hand, purring as you coax him with your mouth.

His voice drones around the room, the tension slaking from his tone. You push your tongue against him as he coos, “that’s it, doll.”

The wet noise of your mouth slicks up and down him, you smell the sweat and blood, taste it despite the layer of rubber between you. You let your hand glide up his hard stomach. His muscles clench in response as he squeezes your shoulder.

“I’m ready, doll,” he snakes his hand under your chin to stop you, “you’re gonna make go too fast.”

You slide your mouth off of him, a string of spit dangling before you wipe it away with the back of your hand. You swallow as he offers his hand, hauling you up roughly so you stumble against him.

“How do you want it, baby?” You ask, breathless.

He smirks, the first chip in his hard veneer. Beneath it all, beneath the metal and blood, he is a man. He grabs your arm and spins you so you're dizzy. He shoves you so you bend over the bed and he kicks apart your feet. He slaps your ass with his metal hand so you cry out. The sting ripples down your thigh.

He tugs the thong aside and drags his tip along your folds as he bends his legs. You curl your fingers into the mattress as he edges inside. Your lips form an O as he stretches you. He feels even bigger than he looks. Your walls fit snugly around him. He sighs as he reaches his limit and your legs buckle.

“Thing is, doll, as sweet as you are, I can’t help but break things,” he thrusts, bringing you to your tip toes as you cry out again. The pain is as fiery as the pleasure, “even nice things.”

Your eyes roll into your skull as he dips his hips again, a hand on your waist as his other kneads your ass. He rears back and jars you meanly. Your moan becomes a whine and you hit the top of the bed. Your bones thrum with the force of it.

He falls into a steady tempo, skin slapping loudly, you whimper and squeal, tortured by his intrusion. His grip is tight enough to make you grit your teeth. The long he goes, the harder, the faster his thrusts.

The bed hits the wall with each tilt of his pelvis and your voice forms a deafening and endless blare. You can barely take it. Your walls throb as your bones feel as if they will snap. He latches onto your shoulders, arching your back as he rams into you, over and over.

His growls and grunts swirl into a cacophony with your shameless song. Your feet slip out from under you and he falls onto you, crushing you against the mattress. He doesn’t stop, bucking into you furiously as he scoops his hand under your chin and lifts your head. He nuzzles along your neck and bites into the tender flesh that curves into your shoulder.

You sputter as your walls vibrate around him, his own motion grows errati and he raises his head to snarl at the ceiling. He jerks his hips, over and over, punctuating his climax, until he’s shaking and weak. He stops and hangs his head to exhale into your scalp.

“I paid for the hour, doll,” he wiggles inside you, “I’m gonna make you earn this.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #ask drabble #mcu #marvel #winter soldier

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faces-ofvenus · 1 year

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we are soul mates, but not meant to be together

They studied together, in other circumstances maybe they could be considered soul mates, so opposite, but who would look at them and wonder, are they really that different?

Couldn't you think, he comes from a cradle of gold, he was nothing but a spoiled child, who grew up with everything he wanted, at the snap of a finger, at the slightest blink of an eye, he would have it all, and this irritated her, perhaps envy, even she perhaps couldn't explain the dislike she felt.

She wouldn't be at his feet, not for the money, he just doesn't know, she's not worth his time, she's beautiful, and smart, and honestly that's all he could ask for, but at the same time, the way she talks to him, with such indifference, irritates him, he doesn't care about status, but at that moment, the buzz in his mind says "She's nobody compared to you, she won't get anywhere, no, not like you".

And so grew the enmity between them, like cat and dog, they hated each other, but at the same time, it seemed that their gazes never left each other, it seemed that their words, even if horrible, were directed at only one person, it seemed that everything in that room, revolved around each other.

As I said they could, could become soul mates, but they are blinded, blinded, by arrogance, by envy, by fear and insecurities.

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

They don't know, when love and hate started to blur, when they could list a thousand things they hate about each other, now it didn't make so much sense, do I really hate his eyes, piercing me like blades, so cold, so crazy. So hot.

He thought the same, how he hated her sharp tongue, it was so far beneath him in every way, but even though he would never admit it he felt so ecstatic, when she directed her attention to him, no matter, the rudeness, the irony falling from her lips, like the venom of a snake, that he would love to drink, even if it killed him.

They longed for each other more than they could really admit, but the problem lies there, how could they admit, even if their hearts longed to feel each other, or just hear each other's voices, without the masks they had carefully created for each other falling off, how could they admit that simply that repulsion they talked about having, was in fact the purest attraction, of two destined souls.

𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐡 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲. 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

She looked at him with such admiration, such a strange look for him, they were tired really, they seemed to forget the world around them, even with the snow falling around them, with the crowd that surrounded them, the sun rays beat so softly through her face, so beautiful, she was like a muse, nothing compared to her, not even the paintings he made of her.

How he loved her, how it burned, he touched her cheek gently for fear maybe it would all disappear from him finally waking up, he wouldn't be able to tell if it was a dream or not, he just wanted to make it last, they didn't look away, not for a second, her hands went to his, and when their bodies came closer, when their lips touched, it was maybe the best feeling of his life, and he has had many, but her lips intertwined with his when they parted she kept looking at him, her two hands now intertwined with his.

"How can we...not allow ourselves"

And then he woke up, he was not in some park surrounded by snow next to him, but in his bed, after a terrible...nightmare, "How can we not allow ourselves." How he longed for that nightmare to be real.

𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐡 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲, 𝐈

𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

So much jealousy, she felt so bad, so bad for wanting the bad of such a sweet person, someone who would never truly mind never hurt the smallest and ugliest insect, but here you are, on the other side of the room, quietly staring at Aemond talking to your sister, feeling jealous of her was such a silly thing you knew, but yes you felt it, he smiles at her, honestly you have never seen a smile of his directed at you, at least one that is not with a certain perversion, especially when you do something wrong, as he loves.

But not for her, she feels so envious, so jealous, he is so sweet with her, a sweet that for you is so poisonous, his look was... Because! Because! I envy her, that was the first thought that went through your head when he gently ran his hand over Haelena's head, "I envy her!"

How you envied her, and how that envy was killing her inside, yes it is a horrible feeling, it eats away at you inside, it seems to be destroying everything in you, the envy is so so evident, even though you try to hide it, look away, and just leave the room, how I envy her, ah envy, go away.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬.

Like I said, this competition, all the fighting, all the hatred, they blinded him, they blinded all the opportunities they could have, and now it's no use, no use anymore, and you know it well, not when promise rings are on your fingers, not when you've already sworn to love others, you knew it, you knew he couldn't break her heart, and neither could you, you had repressed so much, but now you were here, face to face, with the source of his greatest nightly desire.

She finally couldn't feel jealousy, and he was sure it wasn't a dream of his subconscious playing tricks on him, you were there, in the place where it was his strongest of feelings, the place where his enmity and at the same time his love blossomed, honestly maybe this will be the last time you meet, for bad luck and maybe luck for both of you, maybe then your feelings will fade away.

— Then it will end like this...

He finally said, he was sitting at the teacher's desk, deep lilac eyes staring at her from across the room, he didn't dare look away, it would surely be the last time they would see each other, he couldn't not allow himself to look away, he already memorized her whole face, but still.

— There was never a chance between us...just, we nurtured something impossible, now I know, I know, no matter how hard we tried....

She rambled on in a slightly defeated voice, even though she knew the danger she was in, she dared to get close to her greatest source of desire, the one who was the cause of her envy, the one who made her stomach turn.

And when she got very close to him, he also dared, he wanted to relive that dream he had, to the maximum, touching her face, he felt her skin, he didn't envy the sun, because it simply made her more beautiful than ever, he caressed her, in a way that for the first time she allowed him, with a final sigh, against her will.

— We would hurt so many people, I'd rather it was just us getting hurt....

He stood up and as he took both sides of her face, leaning down to her size, she lifted her gaze, her heart beating so hard, it seemed to want to burst out of her chest, her breathing on the other hand, seemed so slow, when their lips allowed themselves to meet, her hand going to his waist, squeezing it gently.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

it's a modern Aemond!au I forgot to put it in the beginning 🙌🤤.

It came from nowhere so there must be so much error, and it's not even supposed to make sense.

Listen to O.I.N.V to get into the vibe

@mrsgrwy Yes I have to make everyone sad 🤫🤫

#hotd #hotd x reader #reader #reader insert #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #modern au #modern!aemond

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ink-flavored · 14 days

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OC Questionnaire Tag Game

I was tagged by two people for this one, so thank you to @leahnardo-da-veggie & @ink-enchanted!

Rules: Answer 3 questions in your OC's voice and then give the next player 3 different questions to answer.

I have six questions because I was tagged twice, so I'll put my answers under the cut and do everything else right up top

Tagging: @foxys-fantasy-tales @jezifster @bargainbincheese @friendlyshaped @saintarthur01 @hallwriteblr and anyone else who wants to play!

Your Questions

Do you miss someone?

Are you more selfless or self-centered?

How many hot dogs do you think you could eat in one sitting?

My turn! I'll answer these for Pride, Justice, Henry, and Priscilla.

My Questions

Which of the 7 deadly sins are you?

What is something you cannot live without?

If you are the "good guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "bad side"? If you are the "bad guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "good side"?

If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?

What is your most treasured possession?

Do you think you could win in a fight against your nemesis?

Which of the 7 Deadly Sins are you?

Pride: "You're fucking kidding me, right? Like, you're joking?"

Justice: "Uh... I don't like to think about it, sorry."

Henry: "Every man has his vice... Most people would guess greed, and I suppose they'd be onto something."

Priscilla: "Wrath. 💞"

What is something you cannot live without?

Pride: "Weed. It's proof that humans can do one thing right."

Justice: "People. The people I love. I wouldn't be anywhere without them."

Henry: "The farm. Percy'll get onto me for saying it, but I can't imagine ever living in any automobile-choked city again."

Priscilla: "I never go anywhere without the lovely engraved pistol Henry gave me for our first anniversary."

If you are the "good guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "bad side"? If you are the "bad guy", what, if anything, could make you switch to the "good side"?

Pride: "I'm gonna need the Big G to personally descend from His throne of gold and suck my dick before I even consider that. And I don't have a dick, so we're all gonna be waiting a long ass time."

Justice: "Depending on who you ask, I've already gone to the 'bad side', and the catalyst, for me, was trying to stop an injustice. To them, I prevented a good deed on purpose. I want to believe I'm still 'good', but I think it's all relative. No one wants to believe they're evil."

Henry: "Maybe if it ever stops being damn good business to be the bad guy, I'll hang up my hat."

Priscilla: "When the world gives back everything it's taken from me."

If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?

Pride: "I dunno... for my life to not suck?"

Justice: "Peace and understanding between people. It wouldn't fix everything, but it would go a long way."

Henry: "Enough acreage to board horses. Now that's good business."

Priscilla: "Darling, if you tell someone what you wish for it won't come true!"

What is your most treasured possession?

Pride: "Dante let me have some of their paints they didn't want. I've used them up now, but... yeah."

Justice: "My reading glasses! They don't actually do anything, but they're fun to wear."

Henry: "The dogs."

Priscilla: "This is cheating a bit, but our dogs are simply the most precious things I could possibly think of."

Do you think you could win in a fight against your nemesis?

Pride: "Abso-fuckin-lutely."

Justice: "I don't really have one. I guess the concept of injustice is my nemesis, in which case... I'm doing my best?"

Henry: "I'd rather not get close enough to find out."

Priscilla: "Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult. I've gotten this far, after all."

#annika talks #ask game #Pride #Justice #Henry #Priscilla

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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idk if this has been asked, but idea. Reader's grandfather voiced the og Freddy, and fredbear. And it continued in the family for voicing Freddy's. And reader voiced rockstar Freddy and glamrock freddy

"Hey Superstars! It's me, Freddy! Welcome to the Mega Pizzaplex! Grab a jumbo slice of pepperoni and top it off with an ice-cold Fizzy-Faz! Then enjoy our super games and attractions! Don't forget to stop by Rockstar Row and meet ME in person! Have fun, and have a Faz-errific day!"

"That was..not me. That was a recording." Freddy muttered in awkward embarrassment, his gaze shifting to Gregory. "I wanted to make sure you are not confused."

"Hey now, don't be shy. Remember who gave you that Faz-tastic voice?" With a coy smirk, you nudged his arm in a playful manner. He felt a bit humbled by the gesture.

"I-I know, Mr. [Y/N]. I did not mean to offend-"

"It's alright, superstar. Lighten up." You teased, flawlessly mimicking his voice.

“So..you’re really Freddy’s voice actor?” Gregory blinked, still bewildered that you were the man behind all of the bear's programmed lines. He was slightly creeped out by how eerily similar you two sounded....minus the robotic overlay, of course.

But your talent proved to be useful in helping him sneak around the Glamrocks--even saving his life at some points--by simply mimicking Freddy’s voice and telling them the “lost child” was somewhere else.

None of them ever got suspicious; not even Roxy despite her sharp hearing. They just ran in whatever direction you pointed.

Fortunately the three of you got to take a breather in this elevator, so you seized the chance to talk about how you actually come from a family of voice actors for the franchise’s many Freddies.

It was a bit weird explaining this to the glamrock bear considering his mini "crisis” down in the warehouse. But he was okay; he wanted to know more about his predecessors.

“Well fun fact, you’re not the first Freddy I gave a voice to. Long before this place was built, I recorded lines for Rockstar Freddy.”

“Rockstar?” He gasped in wonder. “Does he have cool paints like me? Did he have a similar extroverted personality?"

“..uh, not really. He only had a gold star on his chest, and he was built as some interactable vendor. My only line was “please deposit five coins”.”

“Oh, I see. So...you give him the coins and he talks to you?” He tilted his head to the side, curious.

“Yep, but he was on stage most of the time..so the kids couldn’t really reach him.” You sighed. “I tried it myself and..there was just this monotone voice coming out of him. No life. No personality that’s as unique as yours..but for some reason he got agitated if the building was too warm. Probably a bug that never got sorted out.”

Although a bit disappointed, Freddy still smiled. "Well, what about any other Freddies?”

“Oh! Right. So in 1983, we had the very first bear animatronic named Fredbear, and soon after came the original Freddy Fazbear. Both of them were voiced by my grandfather. Then 1987 rolled around and my dad provided a goofy voice for Toy Freddy...and I think my cousin gave Funtime Freddy his voice but...yeah. It runs in the family, as you can tell.”

"Fascinating! I have seen the faces of these Freddies all around the Pizzaplex but never knew the voices behind them." He whispered, looking at Gregory., who was leaning against the wall. “Gregory, you’re not asleep are you? This is our history!”

“Huh--oh, yeah. I'm listening. That’s uh..pretty cool.” He smiled shyly, before tensing as he realized the elevator was no longer moving. “Have we..arrived? I didn't feel the elevator stop or anything."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you approached the still-closed doors, trying to pull them open with your bare hands. “I think so, but...damn it, it’s jammed.”

“How unfortunate..” Freddy muttered. He was so enthralled with your story that he hadn’t noticed it sooner.

Who knows how long the three of you have been stuck in here?

He couldn't help but feel at fault. Though instead of apologizing, he went over to help you, checking his now purple and green claws. “Stand back, Mr. [Y/n]. With this upgrade of mine, I should be able to open these doors with ease.”

True to his word, he was able to force the elevator open, albeit leaving claw marks and dents where he gripped the two sides. “Oops..I uh..guess this upgrade works a bit too well. Nobody will notice, right?”

“I’ve broken worse things here--AH!” Gregory yelped in fright after he stepped out and came face-to-face with yet another Mapbot. “What is your problem?!!”

“Hi, please take this ma-”

He rudely snatched the map. “Shut up.”

Both you and Freddy just smiled and laughed in amusement, only to stop as the young boy stared back at you. But then he sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I’m..never gonna get used to that.”

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #male reader #platonic #voice actor reader

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