#also. loved the idea of silhouettes and shadow

[jisoopremacy]

i love you and me // dancing in the moonlight //

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[yanderambling]

Ahhh love your writing!! Can we get something for yan!ruler and their willing darling who's also their knight? Reader is pining towards their totally sweet and kind ruler and when the ball comes they're very sad cause now their Highness will dance with some noble and ofc fall in love and reader have never had a chance with the royalty anyway :((

But they didn't know those concerns were in vain🙂🙂

i'm so happy to hear that! and what a wonderful idea, thanks so much for sending it!! i may have taken it in a slightly different direction, but i hope you enjoy <3

concept: Submissive Monarch!Yandere(gn) x Pining Knight!Reader(gn)

words: ~1.1k

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, slight manipulation, this one's actually p tame lol

You hadn't been working for Aschanti very long when they promoted you to their personal guard.

You were honored by the trust your noble ruler had in you, and you still work tirelessly to ensure that trust was not misplaced; the last thing you'd want to do is disappoint your dear sovereign.

Aschanti is a righteous and just power, they're clever and virtuous and surprisingly kind, to boot. You admire them immensely, and you're grateful every day for the privilege of being in their royal majesty's presence while you keep them safe and secure.

You couldn't be happier to be by your ruler's side all the time now.

Well... almost all the time.

You struggle at times like these, these high-class social gatherings where you have to watch them dazzle and charm (more so than usual), where they play nice and rub shoulders with the elites.

It just makes the divide between you two so much more prominent in your mind; you feel terribly out of place as a working hand among all these elegant nobles- and watching half of them squabble for Aschanti's attention is just the icing on the bitter cake.

They could have anyone they want, any of those beautiful scions that look so natural in all their fineries, that move with unfaltering grace and poise, that hold high status and social connections.

Why would they ever choose you?

You were meant for the sidelines, a lowborn made to stand in the shadows and keep your divine ruler safe while they live out their life before you.

You’ve known this for ages, and remind yourself often. But, unfortunately, this knowledge cannot seem to stop you from dreaming.

If only you stood a chance with them…

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Aschanti has desired you since the first day you reported for duty.

You were so earnest, so absolute in your dedication to the crown, to them. And they could tell, they've seen countless knights pull the "happy hardworking hero" act to get in their good graces, but not you. You were real. You truly just wanted to protect them, to pledge your life to their rule, to defend their body and name alike based on only your ideals and instinct (you seem to rely on those for most decisions, and you’re very often right).

They put you on their personal guard almost immediately (which is lodged within the castle, naturally), terrified now at the idea of being so far from you after having been blessed by your glorious presence.

They always feel so comforted when they see your silhouette standing in their periphery, they lose their breath when they watch you scrutinize new persons for potential threats, their chest sets alight when they hear you shifting outside their bedroom door on your night guard (how they long for you to just come in one night and sweep them away...).

You make them feel safe, down in their very bones, until their head gets fuzzy and they just want to collapse into you and let you move and manipulate them however you desire.

They want nothing more than to be with you, to let you protect and take care of them forever, to let you have them, utterly and completely.

But they could never lay themself bare like that, especially not in front of you.

How disgraceful, for a monarch to want such perverted things from their guard, to yearn to be dominated by their own knight. They can't begin to imagine what the world might think- the council, their allies, the social elite- but that's absolutely nothing compared to their fears about you.

God, they wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye if you knew what they thought every time they see your muscles flex while you train, or when you place a gentle hand on the shoulder before walking ahead, or when your eyes get that thrilling, stony look when you focus on a task- they would cede their entire empire for you to look at them like that for just a minute while they knelt at your feet.

But then you would never look at them the same. You'd never respect them again. You’d likely be so disgusted that you would resign, and then where would they be?

They’d have to detain you somehow, of course, make up a collusion or the like; they know they would simply waste away in your absence, so leaving is just not an option.

But then still, you would never again gaze at them with those sparkling, idolizing eyes. You would never again toss them that encouraging grin that near blinds them every time they see it. You would never again see them as the honorable ruler you've looked up to since the beginning.

You would never love them.

No, it’s too risky.

At least they can still be with you like this, choking on their desire to melt into you at any given moment, desperately trying to maintain the illusion of respectability when all they can think about is your fingers around their throat.

It gets especially hard during the balls and what all; how can they even pretend to care about any of these highborn frivolities when you're standing mere feet away, watching them with those sharp, intoxicating eyes?

Funnily enough, you’re also the only thing that gets them through these circus acts.

Aschanti is always subtly watching you during these social events; they’ve perfected the art of staring as soon as your gaze shifts and looking away right before they're caught, it's kind of thrilling.

They entertain petty conversation as they recall the water that dripped down your neck when you chugged it after training yesterday, they laugh at bland jokes and picture your enchanting smile, they allow the occasional noble’s heir to place a flirtatious hand on their shoulder and imagine it’s your calloused fingers stroking their collar (they notice how you stiffen at the sight, how your lips purse and your hand tightens around your staff- it makes their blood pound just thinking you might be… oh, god, jealous over them. Maybe they lean into it a little, just to see your gaze harden. Oh, to think of all the ways you could punish them for their impertinence!)

It's still incredibly difficult for them, though.

They yearn for you every waking second.

They curse the inches between you when you stand in your place at their shoulder, they bask in the heat of your hand when you place it on their back to guide them, they imagine falling into your reassuring arms at the end of the day and try their best not to lose their composure each time.

Being with you is such sweet torture, one that they could never relinquish, because being without you would be closer akin to death.

If only you knew what they'd have you do to them...

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[overtaken-stream]

Do you have any writing plans involving Katakuri or the Big mom pirates?

Monster's Voice Is Sweet To Hear

Charlotte Katakuri x F!Wife!Reader

! !NSFW! !

This is from ao3, last year, sorry for any grammar mistakes, as well as my different writing, this is also the first time I wrote filth, aside from the love-making in the Ace fic from Ao3. I want to write something for him but the ideas are just not coming to me. I also didn't specify readers race. Just that it's a female and tall/stronger then a human since we all know Big Mom won't just toss away Katakuri and make him marry a boring human with no specialties. this could work on all shapes and sizes of reader, chubby and skinny.

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Rarely in the dead of night, a monster such as Katakuri needs love. It's something you can't say no to. After all, how can you deny that unnerving voice of his.

Warnings: Size difference, POST-WANO SPOILERS, multiple rounds.

In the quiet night, where only the humming of your voice is heard.

Light from the cake-inspired lamp bounces off the pink walls the shadow that's in a silhouette of a woman falls onto the giant bed in the center of the room.

On a quiet night, a married girl takes her jewelry off and places it in one of the drawers the magenta bureau contains.

You stand up from the chair, getting closer to the bed. Getting out of your clothes and putting on a modified (F/C) nightgown, you straighten the hot pink details running over your tall figure as you lie down on the heavenly bed.

Only at the sound of a door opening did you quickly get under the blanket. The sound of metal and leather rubbing against itself notifies you of the person who walked in before they can even say anything.

``(Y/N).``

``Katakuri.`` You shyly show your face from the covers to see the sight of your husband of 3 years now, even after all this time you can feel the blush creeping up your face, no matter how long you will never get used to seeing a man that's able to look down at you. That stoic and firey gaze always unleashed the butterflies deep inside your belly.

``I apologize for startling you, I've seemed to... Be distracted lately.`` This was his way of saying I forgot to knock on the door. With much time you start to learn the ways of Katakuri's speech patterns. Start to recognize what words his pride was holding back even from you. Apologetic wasn't one of them. It isn't like he's trying to hide something after all you've seen his biggest weakness in action multiple times, gobbling all kinds of sweets. But never have you thought forgetting was something Katakuri was capable of. It wasn't until after the incident at Pudding's wedding involving the Strawhats that Katakuri's mask, which he had been carrying since marrying you (probably much, much longer than that) truly shattered. Thanks to his younger sister Flampe not keeping her mouth shut about how horrid her big brother is physically and then about his treatment towards her, after what she did. The brat even tried to approach you to run her tongue about Katakuri. Your husband.

Honor is off the table when faced with a person with that kind of mindset. Never mind the respect when facing a worthy opponent.

``Mind if I join you?``

``No, not at all.`` You smile as you watch him carefully get out of his uniform. Never did you imagine you would smile at Katakuri, compared to the sad bride and groom the two of you were. The new life treated you both kindly, it wasn't fast but it wasn't slow-paced either.

The stiff and awkward interactions turned into small conversations about interests and they blossomed into what can only be fondness. The road came with its fare-share of bumps, and both of you dived head first in this with only your families in mind, ready to throw away what little freedom both of you had for your parent's satisfaction.

At the wedding ceremony, walls were built. Walls that cracked the more time you spent with each other.

``Y'know, Luffy was announced as an Emperor today.`` You fill in the silence. Knowing Katakuri's favorite topic you slide in the information.

Katakuri stops mid-changing and raises his head at that. He had told you about Luffy a couple of weeks ago, finally emptying his head to you about the topic he was trying to tell you the moment he returned to your room injured. You didn't push him back then.

The time will come when he'll bring it up. You would tell yourself. It's his calculations of reactions that hold him, little insecurities eating him up and even if the conversation was late, you are happy that he was finally opening up. To you at least.

``Is that so?``

``Yeah, it was in today's newspaper. It said he defeated Kaidou, impressive huh?``

You watch as he nods his head. You debate for a second if you should tell him the next sentence, but he is her son, after all, today he dedicated himself to the library (A time he cherishes since it happens so rarely. A battle with the Straw Hat sure tired him out. You wonder if it's a blessing in disguise sometimes. If it is you wouldn't be surprised.) and judging from his lack of knowledge about the feat Luffy accomplished, you might as well tell him now...

``Surgeon of Death and The Eustass kid from the Worst Generation were involved... They defeated Big Mom.`` At that, you can feel how the temperature drops in the room, his movements to put the clothes back in their place slowed down until they came to a stop. It almost felt like time had stopped.

``I've heard about that. All the commotion in the palace this morning was from Perospero's call. They needed a backup to retrieve them.`` He says as the heavyweight is lifted off the room, letting go of the fabric he was holding onto, the time begins to roll once again.

You don't bat an eye at Katakuri's actions and his casualness. You doubt he would mourn his mother.

You quiver as the blanket is thrown off of you, the chill biting your arms and chest before he joins you on the bed. You fix your body position as the natural warmth his body carries sends shivers down your spine. Your back facing his chest as his giant hand creeps up to cradle your waist.

You shy away or try to. But the moment his fingers softly graze your pelvis, a tight knot starts developing, his shy yet soothing and careful touches sending the blood up to your face.

He's mindful of his heaviness, even if you are taller than a human should be, more tolerant and powerful, he treats you the same as he would to his child siblings, with feather-light touches. It's instinct at this point. It makes you nervous. Makes you red and sad, as well as happy that he also wasn't the only one with bad habits.

Habits that differentiate you two are rare. Since most of them are dependent on higher-than-an-average-human height.

``Is this okay?`` his open eyes travel over your face devoid of any skin color except red. You nod.

``...May I?`` The awkwardness in his voice is precious. Sweet as a mochi should be. Not how a monster's should be.

It makes your heart skip a beat and your core to pulse.

The impatience takes over when he's leaving lingering touches closer and closer to where you would like the itchiness to go away. The temptation to grab his hand and drag it to your genitalia is strong. Biting the bottom lip you feel his hand cup your crotch, and it's a feeling you'll never get tired of.

He shoves the gown's bottom piece up to your belly button, getting the cue you grab the (F/C) silky cloth. It's tacky but it was one of the more subtle ones that Brûlée has picked for you.

You shift your left thigh to the side when the tips of his finger flex on top of your clitoris, a thin layer of fabric stopping him from intruding, yet he is still making you pulse and drowning you in the electric shock of pleasure. The fingers slowly run over it, again and again putting no pressure behind the movement.

When his right-hand digs behind your back, your flushed face barely turns around to ask him what he is doing.

``Changing position...`` Katakuri says as he carefully scoops your neck between his forearm and upper arm, his left hand grabs onto your right hip.

His show of strength as he gets you on top of him in a second, leaves your knees shaking. At first, you lay on his chest with your back pressed against him.

Even with your superior height he somehow manages to make you feel as if you were a human, it makes you doubt your reality for a millisecond, his right hand balancing you and the other one going down your body a bit too fast, your suspicions are confirmed by the impatience with which he tosses the blanket off of your bodies. The room temperature now no longer poses a threat to your skin.

This time he isn't as slow with his actions, leaving the undergarments on, he rubs up and down your slit, feeling its warmth escape onto his sweaty hands.

The quiet room was momentarily full of little gasps and beating hearts of both parties. A squeak leaves your mouth as you rise from your position on his chest, leaning on your elbows that are still... On his chest. The coldness that sudden separation brings on your back is forgotten as you look down to where Katakuri is making laps around you. The moisture grows in seconds when he presses his thumb on your clit, slowly rocking it sideways and tightening the knot deep within you.

You try to bite the bottom of your mouth to not let the noises escape but as Katakuri flattens his hand so his index and middle finger are sliding and tickling your entrance, the task to stay quiet becomes very difficult. You feel the way he snakes his second hand up your breasts while the other separates the undergarment from your folds. Little moans sneak past your lips as you look straight down, the bulge that shows from underneath your thighs just makes your heart beat out of your ribcage.

Katakuri lays his forehead on your shoulder as he feels the wetness coating the surroundings of your entrance, he knew the smaller hands were coming before feeling them pull down the owner's panties, momentarily stopping for her to take it off before he continued infiltrating it. His right hand fondling with your breasts squishing them but not rough enough to hurt you.

For a split second, you felt the pain of the stretch, arching your back and tossing your head over his shoulder as Katakuri's other hand played with the silk-covered nipple, he pushed his forehead down on your cleavage, it wasn't in his intentions but the size difference was really making your mind mushy.

You could feel him shaking from below you as you rest on top of him, closed eyes and clean mind absorbing your movements.

For a couple of seconds, you lay like that, panting breathes and already sweat covered. He won't move. He won't hurt you. He'll give you time to adjust.

Your hand lands on his crimson hair, fingers run through the short pink layers devoid of grey. It startles him, eyes snapping open he looks to his left shoulder where you are resting your head and meets his beloved's smiling face staring back at him.

Pink dusted his cheeks and as his heart jumped, his mouth opened and closed, this nervous feeling is shameful to him. The big brother Katakuri was still getting used to his new-not-so-new feelings towards new-not-so-new his wife, and expressing them to her face turned out to be the most complicated and difficult part. (Aside from Brûlée, she has seen him at his worst. It's a new feeling, a new type of embarrassment he hasn't experienced with anyone, not even Brûlée. The thought of this ever getting out almost frightens him. It frightens him.)

At last, he chooses to look away as you chuckle.

``C-can you move now?`` He nearly forgot.

``Are you... Sure?``

``Yeah, now c'mon... I was so close...``

He continues his motions with soft pink shades over his face, and slowly the two fingers slide deeper into your gummy walls. The clenching makes him wish it was some other part of his inside of you instead of his fingers. He listens as hisses leave your lips from the painfully nice stretch, the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes being wiped away by Katakuri's other hand that took a break from playing with your breasts, he feels his boxer get tighter when your legs shake around his massive thighs, for a second he feels glad that you aren't super tiny, it makes this feel like the first time both of you did it. It holds a special place in his heart, the lovely touches have never been that satisfying. And every time you take your time to show affection to him during it- he falls further and further in love with you. Even if he doesn't show it, or return them, he appreciates the gestures.

He knows it's time to start the actions of love and that you would certainly never reject it. It's the childish fear keeping his head and eyes locked away during them. Is he shy? Maybe. Does he wan't to return the gesture? Some would think that he doesn't.

The whimpering noises fill his head as he finally went in knuckle deep, he lifts his head from your cleavage and brings your face closer for a kiss, eating the deep moan that leaves your mouth when he pulls out his finger and pushes it back into the warmth. Watching with open eyes how your eyebrows point up in pleasure twisting into a lustful picture he'll love for the rest of his life. The fact that he is the only one who's allowed to see it makes his head dizzy with what other expressions he could steal from you.

He slowly fastens his pace, making and leaving your walls a mess before he gets back in and fixes it with his fingers, finding that spongey spot was easy, having it memorized Katakuri curves his fingers upwards and pistons into it, barely taking his fingers out.

One after another lustful noises (now louder than ever) escape before you can bite your tongue. At some point, drool started coming out of your mouth. Eyes closed you can feel how Katakuri milked your sweet spot brutally, making your cunt weep and sting oh so impossibly delightfully.

His hand and your thights are all wet now.

``Just aah little m-more...!``

You were so close. So incredibly close.

The moment Katakuri forced his hand to dig deeper in your cunt, to get past the line of his knuckles, and pushed upwards into your belly, forcing you to arch for him harder was the moment you were seeing stars.

Your closed eyes were going into your head and your wide mouth was slack as he held your hip with one hand and rubbed your clit faster than ever with the other one. Throwing you off the edge and finally loosening the knot that was tied at the start, slick now not-so-unclear dribs down your slit, he doesn't let you have a break, hand still accompanying you even after your orgasm.

You don't complain.

He slowly pushes your pelvis down with his forearm to meet his hips, not slowing his fast-paced rubbing. Your moans are now as free as they can be, but you limit yourself, wanting to hear little grunts and deep slow moans from Katakuri. You honestly think you could cum from his voice alone.

He's beautiful you think.

His eyes are closed, the furrowing thin eyebrows holding onto the sweat drops that are covering his face in a thin layer of gloss. His eyes are closed yet he seems so concentrated to make you cum again. The vein in his forehead is on full display for you. His naturally long eyelashes adorned his hooded eyes.

``You're Beau...tiful... Kata...``

The way he hides his mouth in your cleavage and not in your shoulder because of his big size, the way he is avoiding eye contact the moment you whispered those two words. The way your heart shattered, is like no other pain you've felt. Because this boy is so... So incredibly sad. You want to kiss the pain away, the worries to be crushed under your tall figure. You want to shield him because he deserved so much more than this family.

``Sooo pretty... C-can you look...at me?`` Exhausted, you reach out.

You don't pay attention to the second orgasm, too busy complimenting him about his beauty. You miss how he is rutting his clothed hips right on your naked ass. You don't miss how he turns his face to the opposite side from you, you don't miss the red-colored ears as you hug his neck. Biting his ears as you are getting closer yet again. You notice how he's gone quiet the moment you praised him. How he is listening to your moans right in his ear.

Suddenly he crashes his hips into you, stinging sensations of him losing grip on his strength lays mockingly on the prints he has branded on both sides of your hips. Even if you were drowning in an indescribable pleasure you didn't miss the way he threw his head back, he almost roars a held-back-moan as wetness spreads on your ass. You don't have to look down to know that both of you guys's cum is wetting the sheets below.

Did he cum by pleasuring you?

Shit... That's so... Hot.

You've known there were ten million ways to love somebody and this. This was one of them.

Katakuri relaxes on the pillow behind him, coming down from the high he tossed both of you in, your arms still around his neck. He opens his eyes looking down at your face, It's a mess really, with sweat and hair sticking on your forehead, swollen lips from the previous kiss (he spends extra seconds looking and feeling the breasts resting against his own skin) but it doesn't matter to him, all he sees are the fruits of his labor. He finally removes his hands from your hips, his gaze falling on a now-covered-by-your-nightgown spot.

Did he leave a mark?

A giggle escapes from your lips before you can stop it, earning a playful glare from his direction. What's so funny?

``Aha-I'm sorry, it's just. You're so red!`` He looks through you, unfocusing his eyes before turning his (now red from embarrassment) face away from you.

You rub your cheek against him, feeling the stitch scars that lead to his mouth hole.

``Awh! C'mon don't hide from me!``

``...You're getting brave (Y/N)...``

``I don't have to be brave to call my husband beautiful and handsome! Plus you're so cute right now!``

``I'm not cute...``

``Sure you're not.`` You're pushing it. You are sure as hell not sure where this confidence came from but you aren't complaining.

Putting your hand under his chin and turning his face toward you.

His eyes settle on your lips before you pull yourself up to make your (S/C) lips land on his monstrous mouth. Like a beast, he doesn't close his eyes, unlike you.

Yet again choosing to make up for the time he closed his eyes during the sex. Staring into your wet eyelashes.

His left arm drags you so impossibly closer to his chest, in a hug while his other hand puts a strand of (H/C) hair back over your ear. When you try to pull away he follows your lips down. Cherishing the strawberry residue that the lipstick left.

A couple of moments last of you two in a romantic kiss before it turns into playful pecks across each other faces. Katakuri was careful with his fangs, still getting used to having someone get as close as he was to the white knives. He calls them and judging from the sharpness you can't exactly call him wrong.

It lasts like that for more than necessary. The sweet touches turned harsh from him is a normal feeling for you, pain tolerance is one of your specialties. It's in your blood. There is nothing he could do from the outside that could hurt you. From the inside, it's a different story.

It's the reason why Charlotte Linlin chose you to be the bride for her second son.

``He's a monster in humans skin,`` She said.

``Better have that scarf around you at all times Katakuri, don't frighten the soon-to-be bride.``  She said at one of the tea parties she had invited your family over.

It was humiliating for him to hear those words, let alone in front of a different kingdom's royal family. Those words were enough for you to have an opinion set on Big Mom.

And Katakuri too. It was respect, you respected him for putting up with people like his mother daily. Another thing to add in the similarities chart besides the height.

``Don't you think your genetic powers would make lovely children for my boy here darling? Wouldn't that be wonderful?``

You pity the children you have to give birth to. Because you know it will happen.

Her piercing gaze and a change in tone was the only reason you nodded your head. It was how the entire party went actually, with you acting like one of Big Mom's homies. Bobbing your head to every compliment she would say about you and your powers.

Maybe that's what left a sour taste in Katakuri's mouth. Why he avoided you for a couple of months after the wedding, he probably saw you as a fragile bimbo who was swayed by fear.

You would hate to say it but the truth is always hard to swallow.

It was what you were before the wedding and after. No doubt about that. The fear of upsetting a bomb that was Big Mom terrified you to your core. You could take Katakuri ignoring and avoiding you but you could never say no to them, the strings she had on your family were too tightly tied around their necks to risk it. Not to mention the thousands of people's lives each of your family member represented.

``The more you fuck around the more you're gonna find out`` As your diplomat father would say in all kinds of situations. It's just that in this instance it wasn't comedic.

It was a psychological thriller. And fucking around you couldn't.

It was a sad start to your relationship with him, an unwanted marriage both of you were against at first, maybe in another lifetime one of you would have had a voice to protest it. But for now, you enjoy the soft embrace of his arms around your shoulders. A loud banging of his heart against your ear.

The chill of the aftermath leaving your body and replacing it with a sticky feeling between your crotch and the smell of sex that wasn't visible at the time.

``Well then, don't you want to clean yourself up?``

``No, I don't.``

``W-why not?`` Usually, Katakuri loves his cleanliness, organization, and tidiness. He showers after coming home, often he's the one running to the bathroom with towels in his hands before you can even process that you've arrived home.

``...I just don't want this to end.``

``... You...`` And you thought Katakuri had run out of his surprise factor. It makes you want to toss your feet in the air with tiny kicks, giggles and everything, it makes you blush.

Seriously? Why are you acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on her upperclassmen?! Have you lost all your marbles in you, woman?! Where is the royal blood?!

You can practically feel the inner, secondary or tiny voice in your head yelling at you.

``Y... You do...?`` Unbelievable.

A nod from him is all you need.

``Y'know, we don't... Have to end it...``

``What?`` God his obliviousness makes you want to strangle him.

``We can... Continue it instead...I-i mean... If you... Want..?`` You run your index finger over his chest, tracing the tattoo with half-lidded eyes and lips in a kissing position. If this isn't lustfull, you don't know what is.

``...``

``...``

``... We can?`` His shocked eyes leave you once again, speechless.

``Of... Of course, we can! If you have any energy left that is... What made you think that we couldn't..?``

Sex is something that rarely happens between you and him since both of you most of the time are sent out for missions separately, however, If your memories aren't lying to you there are a total of four times (not counting this one) that you guys have slept together. How many times did he want to cuddle after sex? 2 times? 3 times?

Such a bad wife you've been to him.

WHAT DON'T THINK LIKE THAT!

Your questions go unanswered. Instead, he gently turns you onto your back, his hands balancing himself like a pole, they shut off your field of vision 'till you can't look anywhere instead up.

And up you look.

You think it's a sight any fair lady would go feral over. So what if you've seen this many times before, it never fails to make you nervous, the confidence dripping off of him, even if shaky eyesight proves just how unconfident he is.

Swoon over him you do.

The feeling you got at the start of the night coming back ten times stronger and filling up your heart until it's back to the pace it was before, this time maybe even shaking sideways for dramatic or. romantic effect.

Your breathing quickens as his head follows his body that was leaning on his thighs which were usually heavy with accessories of any kind, mostly following his gothic style with minor changes. Now he stands on top of your legs with his free-of-any-weight ones, caging yours with his knees. He has a charm in the way he travels his hand down on your skin, giant fingers ghosting over the most sensitive of places. The size difference isn't much but staring at your squished thighs and comparing it to the thickness of his knees makes your breath hitch, gulping you look up towards his face.

Katakuri's sharp crimson eyes glimmer down at you.

He had never once failed to make you feel so unbelievably small under his gaze, you find this exact moment perfect to take off your sticky nightgown that's wet with substances from both of your bodies. It turns out to be a good hiding device for your face, too bad it only lasts a couple of seconds before Katakuri gets suspicious.

Once over your head, you toss the (F/C) fabric somewhere on the floor. Presenting your fully naked body to him.

You don't know when or how he got the boxer off, but he now stands in all of his glory. One would think he was flexing his muscles, and he was. With how heavily Katakuri was breathing, you would have run your fingers up his tattoo if he didn't grab your legs first, taking them out of his leg jail, it was an awkward struggle to pull them over his thighs but he managed to not stretch it out for too long.

It felt so right, you against him fitting like puzzle pieces, your warm legs clinging onto his hips that are the perfect fit for your long legs.

It's your fantasy coming to life and so is his.

Katakuri pulls your hips near his pelvis to get you in a comfortable position. His fingers play with your now relaxed entrance. His other hand strokes his sex in front of you.

Shyness is thrown out of the window.

``I'll... Be slow.`` He always says that. But he can not help the roughness come into play the moment you get used to having him inside you.

You shiver as his head presses against your folds, hiss as it's slowly getting past the cold surface and into the warmth your insides bring. You hear him let out a grunt of his own. The shakiness of his hands on your hips calms the arch your back has been put into.

Katakuri pushes in with slow motions.

He tries to distract you will little strokes up and down your arched back.

You try to not tense up, you really do, but his fingers weren't enough for you to have been ready for his cock. It has that extra length and thickness his fingers weren't capable of having.

The sting leaves you panting and watery-eyed.

Katakuri looks down at you, completely stopping his actions when the walls around his girth close his pathway to bliss.

He lets you relax and adjust to his length. Looking at your face when you wipe your not-yet-spilled tears. Feeling the walls grip and loosen around him makes him close his eyes, ignoring the sparks of pleasure that are signaling him to just rut into you. He turns his face back to you, opening his eyes.

Katakuri doesn't ask you to relax, he knows you're already doing that and he knows you'll signal him to move onward, there is no need to remind you of what's obvious. So he stays quiet, humming and touching you elsewhere across your body, a gentleness he didn't know was capable of, coming forward and dripping honey over your pain, sugarcoating it with his lips that are kissing up your neck.

You put your hands over his shoulders, feeling the pain go away only for it to be replaced by numbness. calming down you nod your head against his scarred cheek.

``You can go on... Now.`` And he does. Slowly and surely with the help of the previous round. He bottoms out.

Your walls surround him, while his grunts surround your head. Both of you stay still for a moment, him going back to kissing your shoulder while you hug his neck, lost in ecstasy.

The world is summed down to only him and you, even if you are running your eyes on the walls of the room, you're still breathing in his leftover cotton cologne, lingering on his skin for just a bit longer.

He starts moving, god he starts moving.

Rocking into you slower than ever, stickiness in your crotch area goes unnoticed. The feeling of him moving and dragging the pleasure away only for him to slide back in, adding the rubbing against your clit with his shortened pubes is soul-shattering in a pleasing way, making your brain mush and your mouth full of unholy sounds.

Sweat dribbles down the side of his face still buried in your shoulder. He is not a man who leaves hickeys. Even though It's impossible since he can't exactly hurt you, although he enjoys leaving marks with anything else, they don't last long, only a couple of minutes before it's back to the way your skin was. But he likes having your signatures on his back especially since that's the only place covered by his jacket in the public.

Even now you leave tiny trails with your nails on his back, not strong enough to break the skin but just enough for them to look like a part of his tattoo gone wild. it just sums up more blood on the southern side of his body, getting him harder than he was before.

It's too much for you when he starts setting a fast pace, his hips meeting yours midway through your grinding, it's too much you tell yourself.

The way he is holding his wide torso with his elbows right beside your shoulders since you didn't let go of his neck since you grabbed it. You feel silly, sticking yourself onto him this way but he doesn't have any complaints. Even if it's too much how you cum yet again with shaky legs and slick dripping down your crack and onto your arched back. Too much of him rocking into you. The mattress below you squicking and rocking with his thrusts. Not only the mattress, but his thrusts also drag your entire body with him, meeting him halfway through his pulling. Too much moaning coming from your side, it's too good.

Too good to tell him to stop.

You can't tell when you came again, the shakiness is blending in with his hips crashing into yours, and you can't tell what is your natural body's doing and what is Katakuri making your body do.

Him finding the sweet spot was the last thing you wanted him to do. You wanted him to find it.

But judging from the electricity hitting you full force again and again and again, making you cry out in all kinds of movements to push him away, you can't be sure.

Katakuri takes advantage of your vulnerability and pulls you away from him so you could relax on the light pink pillow almost swallowing you whole. Allowing him to thrust at a slightly different angle, an angle that also relieves tension from your back.

He straightens himself, now standing on his knees as he looks down at where your bodies are connected, he lands his hands on your hips setting an almost inhuman pace you aren't able to keep up with.

Not with your body and not with your mind.

He pays no attention to your face, you've had enough of that before. Instead, he watches as his hands slam your hips to him, and your poor clit swollen and sad, lies helplessly. Taking him with no problems.

``A-ah little more..`` he moans out. You want to cry at how much he wants to drag this out.

You can tell by the way his hips stutter before calming down completely, going back to the slow pace he did at the beginning.

It's too much.

``Katah-kuri, please!-`` Your voice cuts off by a scream that left your mouth when he slammed his hips back into you unexpectedly.

You can hear him chuckle lightly at your trembling figure lying under him.

It's like he is teasing you and himself.

Tears drip down your face as he repeats it a few times more, before grinding his pelvis when fully entering you cleanly. Your abused cunt beats against the few pubes it has stuck in the wetness surrounding it.

He doesn't let your wobbly legs slide down his thighs, holding them harshly and not letting your bottom parts get away from him.

You can feel it before it comes. The way a vein in his dick starts pulsing and throbbing. Filling your insides to the brim.

You don't look down, instead, you pay attention to Katakuri's Addams apple bobbing up and down in his thick throat accompanied by sweat drops, the way his heavy jaw comes up and down, and the way his eyes are closed and tensed as are his eyebrows. How the other shoulder free of any tattoo (one which you were previously gnawing on) is red colored. It's shiny with spit, tears, and sweat.

It's as far as you get before your heart finally calms down, forcing your eyes to close and your body to pass out, exhaustion finally catching up to you. The last thing you see is a blurry figure of Katakuri looking down at you.

His worried voice calls out to you.

And here you thought you could endure a monster's sweet voice.

#Katakuri x wife reader #wife reader #Katakuri x wife!reader #one piece #anime #one piece spoilers #one piece x reader #.my writing. #op katakuri #katakuri x you #katakuri x y/n #katakuri x reader #anime x reader

[greyskyflowers]

Obsessed with the idea that Nami and Zoro occasionally have a girls night.

Another post based on Nami and Zoro being chaotic and loving bffs? Yep

💙

It all started out as a way to get Zoro to bathe regularly. They're both gay as hell, and the whole crew all live on top of each other, so stripping in front of each other is nothing new or special.

Then it shifted into sneaky attempts to get the good booze and drive Sanji nuts when they'd disappear together.

Then it became a thing.

Nami goes all out on their bath nights.

Zoro originally fought against the whole idea, very similar to how a cat would react to being given a bath, but he has since accepted it.

He's even made his peace with wearing the towel around his head, though he insists on calling it a towel hat, because Nami says it's part of the experience.

She brings out her favorite towels, so soft and fluffy that her fingers leave indents as she holds them.

A little trinket box is also retrieved and picked through. Beautiful, colored glass bottles, some thin and tall while others were short and round, all full of oils that cast faded watercolor silhouettes on the walls from the low lighting.

Little bars of soap carefully carved into flowers, shells, and fish are placed near the bath. Some of the finer details already smoothed away from previous use.

The lotions are pushed off to the side until later, looking refreshingly cool and milky in thick jars.

There are a few candles lit and placed around the room. The flickering flames sway on the ceiling and walls like full hips.

The bubbles are edged in rainbow where they catch the light, floating off the water and around the room before disappearing in a pop.

Bath night means Sanji is more willing to part with the good alcohol he normally keeps tucked away. He always gives in to Nami, providing her several bottles and a few spotless wine glasses.

The glass looks elegant in Nami's hand, surrounded by the bubbles and low lighting. It looks breakable in Zoro's, small and misplaced when held by hands covered in scars and calluses.

Sanji also prepares a light snack, usually fruits of multiple colors all arranged in pretty patterns.

He hasn't quite made his peace with this whole situation yet but he's working on it. Everyone else just went with it, no futher questions asked beyond Luffy whining that they got extra snacks.

He doesn't know if he's jealous of Zoro... or Nami.

As they gathered more of a crew and went on more adventures, sometimes Robin would join as well.

She's cuts a haunting, beautiful presence in the low lighting. Small smiles lost behind bubbles and her long legs stretched out to knock ankles with them affectionately.

Sometimes the shadows seems more welcoming, and the lines they cast are less harsh.

Sometimes, fingers sticky from fruit open easier to let go of doubts and worries, and mouths stained with something dark and too sweet will speak with less restraint.

Sometimes when they all sit there in the soft shadows and warm water, fruit and alcohol staining their mouths and loosening their words...

Sometimes they all talk about different shades of blue.

#one piece #straw hat pirates #zoro #nami #nico robin #mugiwara crew #hints of/implied: #namivivi #frobin #zosan #setting sail with greyskyflowers

[abtl]

I will not stop gushing over the Earthmover's design. It's just so iconic, a quick peek at its silhouette and you can tell that's Benjamin, everyone's favourite mass-destruction weapon who runs on blood and sunlight. Props to ULTRAKILL's artist team. I also can't stop imagining them in other media, as they fit too damn well. Rain World, OneShot, Shadow of the Colossus, Wall-E, among others. I fucking love this war llama you guys have no idea. And it begs the question: How the FUCK did the people at the very end of the Final War manage to clamber onto those things, let alone BUILD TOWNS on them? Like I know people always find a way, but DAMN. Either that or some of the machines became self-aware and offered their backs as refuge. I have no idea. Thank you ULTRAKILL for existing.

#beetle posts #beetle rambles #ultrakill #ultrakill spoilers #ultrakill layer 7 #ultrakill violence #earthmover #earthmover ultrakill #1000-THR earthmover #I keep imagining an anime where an Earthmover gains self-awareness and tries to repent for what they've done #by allowing people to clamber on their back and build a town #with a super emotional last episode as the earthmover's power starts to run out and everyone says goodbye through tears #I love these giant war machines so much

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

this is an interesting one, I think it could create some really good angst

a request/idea!!!: what about a flayed!steve Harrington whose maybe trying to get reader flayed too?? and the mind flayer makes him say things that he doesn't mean just to hurt her. but the reader somehow manages to fix it cuz the power of love!!??

<33

so….umm i decided not to use the power of love🫣 i just have a tight situationship with angst, we just can’t leave each other alone.

steve harrington x gn!reader (tw: choking, smashing glass) also just don’t think too much about the end, it’s better for all of us.

masterlist

a week. steve’s been missing for a week and it’s been the worst seven days of your life. you’ve barely eaten, sleep only brings horrid nightmares, and you spend hours searching different parts of the decaying woods.

saturday, 8:25pm. eigth day steve’s been missing. your nerves were tightening each second of the day, you snapped at nancy earlier when you went to her house to talk about another search party. it seemed as the days passed everyone but you started loosing hope, started talking about steve in past tense not present. you overheard nancy talk with jonathan about funeral preparations without a body, you couldn’t withhold your anger.

“steve is not dead! so stop talking about funerals and acting like he’s not coming home! cause he is, we’ll find him!” body shaking from adrenaline.

nancy walked up to you slowly, a pitiful expression covering her face while holding her hands out, like you were a spooked animal ready to flee. “it’s just… after the forty-eight hour mark chances start to dwindle… and he’s been gone for a week. we have to start-“

“he’s not dead!” and you stormed from the wheeler home back to the harrington house to restart your search. you recheck the woods lining the back of the harrington house. heavy drops of rain fall from the sky splashing your daisy yellow raincoat, your own personal thunderstorm following your every steps.

trekking back towards the road after finding nothing, once again, you skidded to a halt just outside the tree line. the harrington house, usually shrouded in shadows with no inhabitants, now flashed light from one window and a shadow walked about. in steve’s bedroom.

rushing to the front door, trying your best from falling on your ass, you frantically knock on the wood door and repeatedly ring the doorbell all while yelling steve’s name. it took what felt like forever when really it was just a few minutes before you could hear faint footsteps inside and then the locking, you dropped your hands just as the door swung inward.

there he stood, an unmoving shadow with only the porch light to illuminate his silhouette. he looked unmarked, no dirt or scratches staining his paling skin. hair looks a bit longer after only a week, ends of his hair curling to his earlobe and a few flopping over his forehead. steve stood before you in grey sweats and his old hawkins high gym shirt, healing marks on his abdomen from the demobats attack.

you were left breathless staring at him. he was alive and healthy, breathing.

“steve,” his name a sob as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms behind his back to pull him into a tight hug. face pressing hard into his chest, wanting to inhale his scent. “i’ve missed you. worried you were dead or- or kidnapped. stevie.” nails clawing at the cotton shirt fabric.

you noted it took awhile for steve to return your hug and the usual warmth that accompanied him was nonexistent. but you thought nothing of it in the moment, probably shock or something. you just wanted to be in his arms again.

“what- what happened?” his words tickled the shell of your ear. you pulled away from his chest, confusion painted your face, “you- you don’t remember? you’ve- you’ve been missing for a week. no trace or anything.”

releasing steve’s waist your arms snaked up to cup his flushed cheeks, an icy chill tingling your fingertips, you swiped your right thumb at the darken rings under his eyes.

his brows pinched, his fingers loosely holding onto your damp coat. “i- i don’t remember anything. only the past few hours of today, walking back home from some where and now.”

you nodded solemnly, “not- not great, but we’ll worry about that tomorrow,” dropping your touch from steve’s face, “best you get some rest after everything. we can talk more in the morning.” moving to talk a step back, even though you wanted to stay the night with steve. keep an eye on him. you didn’t want to intrude though.

before you could more any further steve reached out to clasp onto your left wrist, keeping you within reach and under his front porch. “actually can- can you stay the night? i- i don’t want to be alone. again.”

two steps forward and a comforting smile, “of course.” and you both went inside and up to steve’s room.

after getting changed and situated in steve’s bed, you both lay on your sides. facing each other with a hand tucked under your head or pillow, you rested your right palm against the blue bedding between your bodies. exhaustion was slowly creeping onto you, limbs feeling heavier and blinks getting slower.

“can- can you tell me about when i… left?” steve’s low voice broke through the still room. he didn’t use the word disappeared, he said left. like he left for the store and was planning to return, not vanishing into the wind for a week.

you cleared your throat, “it was a few days after the first… ash fall. i was on my way to your house cause there was this- this feeling, a weird feeling in my chest and stomach. so when i got there your front door was thrown open, just batting against the wind that day.” you drew a circle in the comforter, not maintaining eye contact. “i called hopper. he said there was no struggle and it wasn’t a robbery. your car wasn’t in the driveway either. you were just… gone.”

it went quiet. only the faint howl of the rain and wind batting against the house and windows filled the air. shadows of tree branches trailed over steve like monster claws.

“well, i’m back now.” steve’s hand rested atop yours, still lifelessly cold. his thumb rubbing at your wrist.

“yeah… your back.” eyes darting over the planes and angles of steve’s face. his soft brown eyes were shaded to almost black, pupil and iris mixing seamlessly. golden skin that went for miles now fades into a ghostly pale in the drizzling moonlight. faint black veins were hidden under steve’s skin on his neck and up his jaw.

“you- your sure you can’t remember? nothing from the past week?” pushing onto an elbow to lean over steve, bits of untucked hair framing your face.

“just waking up in my car today on the outskirts of town.” steve shrugged off your questions. only giving a vague answer that puzzles you.

a pinch twisted your face, “outskirts? were you- were you gonna leave town?” hurt by the idea of steve leaving you and everyone behind.

steve rolled onto his back, rubbing a hand over his face as an exasperated sigh left him. “i- i don’t know. nothing is sticking out to me. can- can we just get some sleep?” hand resting on his rising chest as the other curled behind your ear and trailed to your chin. “please? i just want to hold you again.”

resting a palm to his chest you flashed a sympathetic smile. “of course. sleep will do us some good.” you shuffled yourself closer into steve’s side, his arms holding you tight as you slowly drifted to sleep.

-

a once peaceful dream slowly transitions into a horrid nightmare that causes you to snap back into the present. and the present is just as terrible as your nightmare.

where your dream was once a glimpse into the future with steve, living in your own place, maybe owning a pet or two, a delicate stone sitting on a special finger. it begins to melt away. the bright sunshine glows dims into darkness, black ink creeping into the space as a different steve stalks towards you, a predator air about him.

“stevie?” a quiver on the name.

a twisted grin warps his features, “steve’s no longer here. it’s just me.” and he throws out his arms to wrap his hands tightly around your throat.

the action caused your eyes to shoot open into reality only to be greeted by the same sight. steve leaning over your, knees on both sides of your hips while pressing down on your esophagus.

you started smacking at his forearm, thinking he’s stuck in a sleep nightmare. maybe having ptsd from everything involving the upside down. but his eyes that were completely black stared into your soul.

“if you truly loved him, you would’ve noticed the change earlier. you not being able to save him, makes him mine for eternity.” a monstrous growl coating steve’s voice.

“ste- steve…” digging your fingers under his to wiggle free. legs kicking out underneath him.

you tried searching the nightstand for something, anything to stop him. black dots started to cloud your vision as your hand came into contact with a glass.

nostrils flaring you braced yourself to swing with all your might, your life depended on it. “so- sorry…” croaked out as you swing the glass into the side of steve’s head. bits of glass sinking into your palm and falling to your lap, drips of water trailing down the side of steve’s head, mixing with blood.

his body slumped and fell to the side, the mattress groaning at the impact. his hold on your throat loosened and you ripped them away. coughing as your heart beat against your ribs, a slight tremor to your limbs.

“it’s okay, steve. we’ll- we’ll fix this.” saying it aloud to reassure yourself.

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington au #steve harrington fic #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine

[ignitingthesky]

The Previous World Mural — a dreamscape transposition of The Next World Mural to somewhere, somewhen else.

The gif compressed the images but I will also post them as a clearer image set, to be linked in a reblog.

Excerpt of accompanying ficlet below. Decided to just post the segment of it I've finalised since I won't have the time to work on it for a very long while.

artblog @chromacandescent

kofi | inprnt 🪻🌷🌹

Excerpt:

You stand on an unfamiliar street, across a familiar mural. The pavement is dimly lit, blue warring with orange between the shadow and light. The streets are populated with faceless shadows. The sky, indistinguishably and eerily hazy, holds the morning moon and the dawning sun distantly together. The world is fading… smearing at its edges.

PERCEPTION — The mural is the only thing you recognise here, depicting featureless silhouettes: one in white paint, engulfed by one in black. They are lovers leaning together, heads meeting in a kiss. A circle of red paint forms a halo around their heads, enclosing that moment of tenderness.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Despite being close enough to melt into one, the lovers remain distinct, separate, impossibly apart.

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] — Like The Next World Mural, from your ledger.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT — Wasn't that one about a man and a woman?

Is *this* Grand Couron?

Is this... the next world?

YOU — Is this... the next world?

INLAND EMPIRE — No. A previous world…

PREVIOUS WORLD MURAL — True love remains impossible. We are not new people.

PAIN THRESHOLD — There is no escape.

VOLITION — But you can, and you have started anew.

PERCEPTION — Either way, the silhouettes *are* too ambiguously rendered to belong to the Next World Mural, so…

YOU — "I've never seen you before… have I?"

PREVIOUS WORLD MURAL — Of course you haven't. Look around you... Where were you, and where are you now?

ENCYCLOPEDIA — You have no idea. 

BLOCK ??? — Before you is a towering, utilitarian structure, built to shelve a massive population. This building is one of many, its sequential sign obscured by the mural.

There are 11– no, 12 floors in total, including the ground floor, which has been obscured behind sheet metal barriers.

PERCEPTION — The scent in the air is unfamiliar. Despite the fumes of traffic and paint, the distant cigarette smoke, the wet pavement, the damp grass…

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] — There is nothing haunting in the air. No ghosts between the molecules — not for you. The wind is silent of her sighs.

(tbc)

#ignitedart #ignitedink #disco elysium #the next world mural #the previous world mural series #art #ficlet #digital art #digital illustration #photo manipulation #artists on tumblr #gif #wip

[ichigoli]

Mistborn Shadow Box Master Post

Recently, I began working on a Shadow Box concept using paper, resin, and various mix-ins in a 4" square coaster mold.

Mistborn has such a dynamic and bold aesthetic that it felt like a wonderful place to start. It was also my first Cosmere book.

At least if it's Ruined, it's still perfectly in setting.

I started by drawing out a high-contrast, dynamic silhouette of Best Girl Vin above Luthadel.

Each layer was cut out of card stock. I picked a shimmery metallic for the skyline but it doesn't read through the resin so I'll skip next time.

I poured a layer of resin mixed with gray and black mica powder for ash into the channels around the rim of the coaster.

I alternated resin and paper to space the pieces out, swirling white ink between the rooftops for Mist.

A quick peek through the bottom of the mold shows nothing shifted out of position...

The last layer has a lot of red and Garnet ink swirled in. I deliberately under-blended it to get some variety in the pockets of color.

Something I didn't anticipate is the difference in density between the paper and resin. Thin spots tried really hard to float leading to some odd curling in the corners, but nothing deal-breaking.

And the big reveal!

... kinda underwhelming. I went too hard on the mists, and a lot of that ash escaped containment making the whole effect muddied and hard to see ...

BUT WHAT IF WE BURN TIN!?

Awww yeeeah, there's our girl. The red background being transparent and irregular really let's that fiery red sun POP.

A softer background mutes those lovely Allomancy lines but the effect is just too pretty to fault it.

I learned a lot from this project and already have some exciting ideas for more!

Stay tuned for the next one in progress right now

Sneak Peek:

#Cosmere #mistborn era 1 #vin mistborn #shadowbox #My art #epoxy resin #paper craft

[aceinacloset]

!FNAF SL REDUX!

Character profile #1

Elizabeth Afton, Age 10

In life, Elizabeth was a child of artistic aspirations with an ever expanding curiosity.  An extroverted child by nature, but quite introverted when talking to others. She was also quite intelligent and calculated, more than some were willing to admit.

Was always called a ‘Mommy's Girls’, the kind of daughter any mother would want to have.  But the person she always wished to impress, to be loved by, was her father. I mean, every child would wish to be loved by both their parents at at least one point in their life.

This desire to be loved would soon shift to a need to please, after she impressed him with something she had created.

He even decide to make that creation of hers into the star attraction of his main project. Isn't that sweet.

I just don't think Elizabeth would have expected Afton to build her creation the way he had.

Now, to outsiders, Elizabeth's desire to please Afton may seem strange, if not completely weird, but to her, it makes complete sense. If someone who is meant to love and care for you doesn't even really acknowledge you, finally gives you an ounce of that love you are going to try hard to experience that again, even at the expense of your own health and safety.

But as Elizabeth aged, her curiosity began to overshadow this desire to please. She saught out more in life, specifically in seeing a certain red and white clown that her father forbid her from seeing for reasons he never spoke of.

Disobeying her father willingly for the first time, she went to see her creation.

In doing this, she would be captured by Circus Baby and killed by the Scooper.

Now, in death, Elizabeth haunts the facility she had been experimented on and trapped in and will stop at nothing to escape even if she has to "die" over and over and over again.

Here is some Elizabeth Ghost info, so you can have a basic idea of what she is capable of.

Elizabeth, having been experimented on, with her Remnant being injected into the main 4 funtimes, she is given almost complete free rain over the facility. She's a poltergeist, unlike the other souls in FNAF.

She has a corporeal form called "Silhouette Circus Baby", she's like shadow freddy but has an ability to mimic people's shadows for a bit of time

Elizabeth can temporarily hijack Handunit and the security system. This takes up a lot of energy so she doesn't do it often.

Elizabeth can take control over the other funtimes, but only temporarily. She only does this to make things go the way Circus Baby and Elizabeth want.

Also, here is Living and Dead Elizabeth color palette, just in case you ever want to do fanart of them.

#!fnaf sl redux! #fnaf #fanart #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sister location #fnaf fanart #elizabeth afton #fnaf au #aceinacloset art #aceinacloset rambles #character info #finally done omg #this has been sitting in my drafts for like ever my god #hope you all like this info post real proud of it #william afton #yeah hes here too #artists on tumblr #digital art #art #please reblog this took me too long

[anniflamma]

HELLOOO!!! I really love how you designed Hermes a lot!!! He looks so mysterious and somebody you wouldn't want to cross with when trading lol. Idk how to ask this properly but what made you want him to be cover in shadows? Like is just for fashion sense/choice or is there headcanons/lore for this? If you domt know how to answer this thats fine Im just here just enjoying your design so much [insert Hermes laugh] hahahahahahaha!! ^o^

HELLOOO!!! :D

So I use a lot of different factors for inspiration when designing the Greek gods. For Hermes, I really wanted to highlight his role as the god of thievery and travelers, which I think is such an interesting aspect of his character. He reflects what it means to be a pilgrim but also an outlaw in the wilderness. He is pretty much the personification of the stranger you meet across the street. But he is also the stranger who asks you for hospitality and refuge, and he is the host and protector of the home from thieves and burglars. He is the coin and he is BOTH sides!

My first step was to make him look like a traveler with a coat and hat. AND I LOOOOOVE characters that have a simple body silhouette with a big wide hat. Snufkin from Moomin and even La Muerte from The Book of Life were huge inspirations!

However, I initially designed him without a shadow, so he had a face and all, and I drew him with different hairstyles and even experimented with whether he was going to have wings on his head or not. Like this! Here are some dumb scrapped sketches XD

But I also really liked how the Epic fandom pretty much unanimously decided that Hermes' eyes were always covered with a shadow. So I started to just fill in the shadow like in the final design. And that helped reinforce the idea of him being "the stranger." You don't know who it is until you come up close!

One thing, though, that I am a little bit bummed about with his design is that it doesn't really fit the vibe of the song "Wouldn't You Like." Yeah, he does bring out the same energy with his creepy smile, but oh well! I do have some ideas that he may "flash" himself and even remove his hat, because if he's gonna dance...? That hat will fly off!!

#La Muerte tho has a lot of details but she has a really big hat~~! #epic the musical #asks #hermes

[toska-writes]

Hello! I love your writing and how sweet it is in the clones just being so brotherly and platonic it’s great💖! I do have a request if you up for it! Basically the reader is the forced Padawan of a sith but hasn't connected to the dark side (they do have a red lightsaber tho). They run into Kix and start freaking out thinking he's gonna hurt them but Kix clams them down and asks them if they are alright. The idea of Kix also having some beside manners and comfort just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside❤️

also no pressure have a great day!

I love me a good red lightsaber

“Stickers”

Summary: Kix meets a dangerous new friends in the dead of night and wants nothing more to help

Paring: Kix x GN padawan Reader (Yes it’s platonic!)

Warning: very brief mentions of injury and trauma- don’t worry Kix is there to help

Word count: 1354

Notes: I love when I decide not to write on weekend and then write into the night when I have school in the morning but it is what it is ig. Also I will get to proof read it tomorrow woops

Kix was the one that was supposed to have the steady hand, the quiet mind. He was suppose to be smart and quick because if he wasn't there was normally terrible consequences.

But why didn't he comm in when he saw a dark silhouette that sunk in with the fog that littered the tree line. Why did Kix just stare?

He squinted his eyes as he came from the medical tent that was currently quiet. The universe just couldn't give him a break could it. A figure was doubled over against what would only make sense as a tree.

Heavy footsteps crunched the thick soil from under Kix boots, a hand came up to his helmet and tried to flick on the flashlight. One knock, two and then it was on.

"Hey?" Kix asked rather than demand. Assuming that it was one of his brothers or even his generals quieted his mind a little bit. Unless of course those clankers were becoming way to life like. "Who's there? Do you need help?"

A medkit along with a blaster hung at his hips, hands were hovering over both.

The figure seemed to snap its head up at the sound, it's breathing was heavy and labored. As Kix stepped closer the person seemed to retreat back- a weapon of their own was clutched slightly in their hands.

"Soka?" Kix's voice was laced with worry. What if it was his young torgruta commander. Could she be hurt?

The ring of Kix's light flashed a halo around the figure that stood in front of him, every detail was still caked in dark but the eyes seared right into him. Angry and scared.

And in an instant the figure fled.

Fled faster than Kix was expecting. He glanced over his shoulder once- nobody needed him now as everything was still under the light of the moons. The early moments before a battle always seemed the eeriest.

Kix ran into the darkness.

Footsteps seemed to reverberate off of every surface that was cloaked in darkness, Kix could barely see a few feet's in front of him. The snapping of branches filled his ears but he could never be certain if it was his own or not.

"Wait wait I won't hurt you I promise!" Kix tried calling into the darkness. "I can help. Are you hurt?"

Dead silence answered to his attempted calls. The air seemed to still as well and the movement stopped.

The visor of his helmet seemed to help in the dark but when there wasn't anything to see it didn't really matter.

For a split second Kix thought that maybe he could have imagined it, that the shadows duped his eyes and all he needed was a little rest.

Air hissed from somewhere in front of him, the familiar sound of a lightsaber ignited before Kix could even think of what to do next.

Red light bled over the landscape, illuminating everything in its path. Kix hands flew to his blasters like a reflex and was pointed with deadly accuracy.

The stories of many siths that Kix normally got from Anakin or Ahsoka replayed throughout his mind- he took a shaky step back.

But he didn't shoot, not right away. Maker if the Kaminoans could see him now Kix could only imagine the disapproving states. Kix has never been a good shot anyways.

The eerie glow casted over the figure in front of him, the lightsaber was held close to their body and shook ever so slightly.

This wasn't a sith, barely around Ahoska's size this was practically a child. A child with a dangerous laser sword that threatened to cut him down where he stood.

Kix let his blaster drop back to his side. A hand slowly came to the side of his bucket and with practiced ease Kix slowly took it up.

Setting both items near his feet he brought his hands back up to his face so the figure could see them perfectly. The look in their eyes however did not change.

What could have possibly gone through Kix’s mind to justify that this was a good idea?

“See? It’s alright.” It sounded as if Kix was trying his best to coax a wild loth cat, or something on a much bigger scale. “I promise see,” He shook his empty hands slightly. “Nothing I can do to hurt you.”

Something sounded a second later, as it caught up with his ears he realized it was the sound of someone crying. The light quaked over the grass as your hands shook a little more.

“I can’t do this.” It was the first time you spoke and Kix almost missed it. The sound could have been lost in the wind.

Kix inched ever so slowly over to where you firmly stood, the instinct to help others have never been blazing this high before.

“If you could just drop you saber a little and away from me I could help.” Kix barley stood 5 feet away from you now. The lighsaber could pierce through him if all you did was flick your wrist.

Your eyes cleared for a moment as if you were coming out of a deep thought. Stumbling a few steps back trying to mask yourself in the shadows once more.

“You can’t, you can’t help, you can’t-“ Kix heard the frantic rambles. “This- I wasn’t suppose to do this.” You spoke a little more clearly this time.

Kix looked at your staggered form, clearly something physical was bothering you and he couldn’t get walk away from it.

“Your hurt.” Kix spoke nice and slowly- his blaster along was his helmet were still resting in the spot that he stood before. “I could take a look if you wanted me too.”

The choice flashed across your eyes and Kix knew that maybe he could get somewhere. “How about I just call a few of my friends and they could help-“

You seemed to remeber the blade in your hands and brought it back up strongly in front of you. “No no no no no more.” You tried to plead with the man in front of you.

Kix nodded and lowered his comm quickly- clearly trust was a rocky road that could barley even be crossed.

He stared at you for a moment taking the sight in, a small looking person who he thought could look the age of Ahsoka stood with a weapon of the sith. The enemy.

Kix would always give help to those in need.

Your own glare returned to this strange man in front of you. The thought of your master being furious that you messed up yet another plan played through your mind.

You could have commed him, could have told the separatist army exactly where their camp was, but you didn’t. A feeling through the force made you stop, a feeling that seemed foreign in your mind.

Was it hope? Or was it the fear that had gotten you this far?

Against better judgment the light of your saber returned to its hilt. The blood red slowly drifted away leaving the two of you in the dark.

Fear racked you now more than ever. Hope was a dangerous game that you constantly played with but the solider in front of you radiated it.

Doubt plagued your mind, what if he did something, anything.

Through the thick paint of darkness you saw a smile spread across the clones face. “There you go.” He praised in a calm voice that barely reached a whisper. “I have some stickers back at the med tent if you want when we’re done.”

He normally got Ahsoka, Fives and Hardcase with that line, clearly it wouldn’t be that easy.

“I promise nothing will happen to you.” Kix took the hint and gave you a little more room. “I won’t let anything happen to you.

You stared once again at him until finally you spoke mimicking his whisper. “I don’t know what a sticker is.”

The smile spread on his face once again, one only you could have seen from the darkness. One that the two of you shared for what seemed like a lifetime.

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[oddballwriter]

Dwelling in the Night, Part Two: Neck and Neck

Series Masterlist

Pt. 1 - Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Summary: The MoonKnight system continues to have run-ins with the shadowy figure that they've come to nickname The Silhouette, lurking and dealing with crime in the same area that they do. There's more communication between the two vigilantes but still no answered questions. Simply just a mutual respect for each other despite the different methods they use. A the same time, Steven tells more about their new neighbor Y/N, and even shows them a few things. However, it seems like the more Steven gets to know them, the stranger they seem. And Jake seems to be picking up on a few things in both cases.  

Warnings: The reader (Y/N) is a vampire and their source of sustenance is criminals. The action of said method and thus killing is never written or depicted, only implied. Reader lying to the boys. Mention of Harrow. The boys kind of, technically, break into the reader's apartment if you squint. It's not depicted but the reader is in the coffin that was mentioned in the original writing, aka part one, so possibly a claustrophobia warning. The reader, in their lying, claims to be on a liquid diet and also lies saying that it's doctor ordered, so if you have any medical traumas involving diets then a warning for that. 

Author’s Snip: No one asked for a part two to the original, I just came up with the idea of adding to it. I'm aware that I still have the Unexpected Addition mini-series and have yet to work further on part three of that but I just wanted to self-indulge considering my love for vampire content and more so my desire to see more vampire content where it is the reader who is the vampire of the story. So yeah. I would gladly make more with this idea but if you all would be so kind as to put your ideas in my inbox once I open up requests again, which MAY be soon. No promises though.

Notes: When I was proofreading this I found that some parts of the story were copied into other places which was so fucking weird. I felt like I was going insane. I think I fixed it and got rid of the extra, but if anything loops, that's why.

Anyways this intro is really long, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2300~

  There was a rhythm to the Silhouette, as the boys have named them,’s work when they looked at everything more deeply. They once a month and go for more dangerous criminals like muggers and potential assailants. They also usually stick to a particular block that has an issue with a higher crime rate. At least they used to stick to one specific block until they found another body, with the signature bitten throat, sitting hidden next to a garbage dumpster in an alleyway. 

  Marc and the rest of the system groaned together when the signs of the Silhouette started coming up. They figured that they would stay and deal with the crooks on their block while Moonknight did the rest of the city. But it seems that they weren’t free of crossing paths with this ‘fellow vigilante’ anytime soon. 

  And low and behold, here they are now in an alleyway with Moonknight, Marc, standing on the brick ground and Silhouette standing in the cover of the shadows that the lights couldn’t pierce through. The only difference this time around is that there’s no victim or dead, or just scared shitless, criminal that the other bumped into. 

  “Why the hell are you here?” Marc questioned, holding a stance that was both meant to be imposing and signaling that he was over these types of meetings. “I’m picking off perps. Same as you.” the Silhouette explains. “I thought you had your block? Why’d you move over here?” Marc demanded quickly after the figure spoke. “The criminals have dried up. There’s hardly anyone who lurks around there now, so I have to move spots.” the Silhouette explains matter-of-factually. “Gee, I wonder why,” Marc mutters under his breath before speaking to them again. “What’s your deal anyway, huh? ‘You some type of type of righteous maniac? You seem to have a theme with taking all these bastards’ blood.” Marc questions again. 

  “I need the blood. I take blood from dangerous criminals to make the means of getting it slightly more ethical.” the Silhouette claims as they stare back at Marc with their faint glowing eyes, “Do some good with the dirty.” they phrase. 

  Marc sits with that for a moment, not sure how to feel about what they just said. It feels familiar to Harrow’s ideals, but at the same time, this person isn’t making a cult and planning on making a ‘perfect and pure’ world. Instead, they’re just picking off some unpleasant bits that cruise around the streets at night. But it’s not exactly the same as their Moonknight work either. Marc, Steven, and Jake have a job of protecting those who wander and roam under the moon. This person sounds more like that of a mutual symbiotic relationship. Like how a bird can get something out of picking the ticks off of an animal's back, you, apparently, get something out of taking the blood from the crooks that dwell on a block. 

  “Can I ask what you do with all that blood?” Marc’s morbid curiosity makes him ask. “Can I ask how you got into your role as a hero of the night and moon?” the Silhouette asks back, the tone of their voice indicating that they were echoing him. “I don’t have to tell you anything. It’s none of your concern.” Marc replies. “Then it’s the same answer for you from me.” they quip back. “That’s not really on the same level…” Steven comments from the back of Marc’s mind, to which Marc just repeats back to the Silhouette. “I’m not doing anything bad with it. I can assure you that.” the Silhouette responds. 

  ”So should we just ask them the obvious question, or…?” Jake budded in from the reflection of a puddle. “No. We are not. That’s a stupid question.” Marc says glancing at his alter with a volume that was meant to go unheard, but judging by the confused movements of the Silhouette’s eyes, they still heard it. “Don’t pay attention to that,” he tells the figure.

  “Is this the part where I disappear into the darkness of this alley? Or would you like to chat more?” the Silhouette asks with a tone has Marc imagining the cheeky smirk on their face. “Depends. Have you gotten your criminal killing done?” he remarks. “I almost got one but I think they saw me for a second and decided to leave instead of do anything.” the shadowy figure mentions, “And you seem to be calling dibs at the moment. So I think I’ll do my work some other time.” they claim.

  “It was nice talking to you.” the Silhouette says before stepping back into the deeper shadows and disappearing into what was thin air yet again.

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"Oh bugger," Steven muttered under his breath, drawing the rest of the system's attention. "What's the matter?" Marc asked. "I completely forgot that they sleep during the day and I've went and opened their door." Steven explains, referring to none other than you. "I just wanted to return the book that they gave me. I should have waited." he scolds himself.

"Well, might as well go in anyways in case you did wake them up," Marc says, "It's probably for the best since I don't see a key in your hand, so that means they had the door unlocked." he points out in addition.

Steven huffed and took a deep breath before opening the door again and stepping in. But as he looked around for what he was expecting to be you sleeping in your bed, he found no one and nothing around. Steven lets go of his breath, glad that he didn't actually disturb you like he thought he did.

"Well, this is kind of worse. Their door is unlocked and they aren't even home. Good thing it's just us." Marc comments.

"Is that a fucking coffin in their living room?" Jake asks.

Steven looks over to see the same coffin you showed him when he helped you drag in your bed frame set a while back. "Oh, yeah. It's part of their aesthetic decor. Isn't it interesting? " Steven said. "They use it like a coffee table." the Brit explains as he walks closer to the hunk of wood.

"It's a coffee-in table. If you will." Steven jokes, making the rest groan at the pun.

"It's genuine though. They said they got it from a funeral place that was selling old ones that they still had in their inventory." Steven mentions as he crouches down so Marc and Jake can get a closer look. "See. Real wood and everything." he adds as he knocks on the scratched polished wood.

"Freaky." Marc comments, both admiring and slightly weirded out by the choice of furniture. "What do they have inside?" Jake asks. "It's empty." Steven answers, "But I'm sure they could store loads of things in there." he assures.

Steven gets back up and places the book he borrowed from you on top of the coffin before he walks towards a desk and writes on a sticky note writing "Thank you for the book! But you should really be careful and lock your door when you leave. I accidentally opened it when trying to give this back. -Steven" and placing it on top of the coffin too.

"Open some curtains before you leave, Steven. It's so dark in here." Marc comments, but Steven refuses, "No. I've already gone touching enough of their stuff without them even being here.".

"I've even let myself in without asking or having a key." he adds.

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Jake wasn't typically the brains or the planner of any of the tasks the system gets up to. He's usually the backup for when things get too much for Marc and Steven. But that doesn't mean he's an idiot, quite the opposite actually, he's often the one who notices patterns and themes that the other two don't pick up on. They call him paranoid when he points it out or thinks he's being an asshole and making snarky jokes.

But when Jake senses something, he investigates it, thoroughly.

Jake might not be able to control the front as well as Marc can, but when he's there, he can stay via focusing on something, and the others can co-front. Which makes way for Steven to see Jake at their desk looking through things like newspaper clippings and what seem to be notes.

The clippings had the same topic judging by their headlines. New Hero or New Threat?, The Killer of Killers, Brutal Killings Scare off Crime, Questionable Hero in the Shadows, Nighttime Duo?, Silhouette Follows Crime to New Hunting Grounds.

"You're looking into our acquaintance?" Steven questions. "I just want to understand what exactly their deal is," Jake answers. "We heard them and Marc's conversation. They don't want to disclose that even if it's strange and disturbing." Steven reminds, but Jake shifts in his chair unsatisfied with that answer.

"I think I already know what they do with it anyway." Jake claims. "Jake, mate. Don't tell me you're starting to think what I think you're thinking." Steven remarks. "What do you think I'm thinking?" Jake inquires. "You know what I think you're imagining." Steven exudes, "You're thinking that they're some type of vampire or something silly like that.".

Jake looks for any surface that might reflect this fellow alter on it, landing on the reflection from the glass pencil holder. "Do you not believe in vampires?" Jake asks as if Steven should. Steven rolls his eyes at such a dumb-sounding question. "Of course not? How the bloody hell do you?" Steven exclaims.

"Steven, mí amigo. We're the alters of a guy who's died and came back from the dead two separate times, which he can see in his reflections. And we work for a god of the moon and have fought a former worker of his who could kill using magic." Jake lists off all while looking directly at the Brit in his appearance in said reflection so that he can prove his point. "And you don't think that there is a chance that maybe, just maybe, other forms of the paranormal also exist?" Jake comes back around.

Steven looked back at Jake, realizing how dumb his stance on not thinking vampires exist is now. "Okay. So maybe they are." Steven says, "But why are you so concerned about it? It seems like they're just feeding themself." he asks.

"I just feel a bit off about the fact that it seems like their work in killing criminals is only backed by the fact that they can use it to get their food," Jake answers. "What happens when the crime pool dries up completely? Who will they bite the throats of next?" Jake inquired, making a new point. "Just want to make sure we know who we're dealing with then." Jake concludes.

The sudden knock on the door causes the two of them to jump a bit. "Who the hell could that be?" Jake grumbles. "Are you expecting anybody?" Jake asks but Steven shakes his head. Jake gets up once a second knock comes, heading towards that door. "Who is it?" Jake calls.

Your voice answers from the other side.

"Oh shit." Jake whispers before switching out with Steven.

Steven unlatches and unlocks the door to show you standing just beyond the door frame. "Hello." he greets, "What brings you over here?".

"They needed to check my smoke detectors with the fire alarm check." you explain, "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you or if you're busy. I just have nowhere else to really go while they check them out and I don't want to be in the same room as they do all that." you explain further.

"Oh," Steven chimes, "No problem. I don't mind you spending some time here." he smiles. "Come on in." Steven says as he walks away from the frame to let you in.

He walks deeper into his flat as you come inside. "Would you like something? A snack? Some tea, even though it's too early for that." he offers. "No. I'm fine." you say as you look around and get a good look as you slowly stride on the same path into his flat. "It might be a bit of a mess. I wasn't expecting anyone to come over today." Steven apologizes as he puts away Jake's notes and newspaper clippings into a drawer.

"It's no proble-" you speak, but stop mid-sentence and make a face. "What's the matter?" Steven worries. "Nothing. It's just..." you say as you stand in his living room, "Did you eat some garlic earlier." you ask.

"I did. I had some garlic bread last night with my dinner. Is it still around?" Steven answers as he opens up a window near the kitchen to make the remaining air get out. "It is." you confirm, "Sorry. I just have a sensitive sense of smell and garlic is just a really strong smell so it makes me pause when I smell it." you explain. "It's okay," Steven remarks, "In all honesty, I don't care for the smell much either." he adds.

"I'm making something nice for dinner tonight. You're welcome to join me, I'm able to make enough for two." Steven offers again. "No. It's fine. I have a strict diet." you say. "Oh, if you're vegan it's perfectly fine. So am I." Steven tries to say but you cut him off. "No. Like..." you stammer, "I'm on a liquid diet. Doctor's orders." you explain.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Steven apologized. "I hope it's nothing serious." he concerns.

"Judging by how pale they are, it looks like they need to eat some meat." Jake mutters.

"Come to look at them, they look like they match the decor of their place a bit too well." he thinks, but Steven, again, brushes him off.

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[idunoooman]

CREEPYPASTA OC

Meet Host. Aka [ Jason Andrés ]

Lots of lore please read 🥺

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* Jason’s best friend was named Micheal. Jason is a wildlife and nature photographer whilst Micheal is an environmental scientist. They both bonded over their love of nature. 

* Jason and Micheal became friends during a college lecture, Micheal was looking at houses and Jason joined in and the two came up with the idea to live in the same neighborhood.

* Jason and Micheal are both in their mid-to late 20s

* Jason and Micheal both want to research the woods near their neighborhood since all previous scientists that went in either got all their footage and data lost or went missing. Housing prices in the area were also very cheap and affordable since the crime rate and disappearances there were high.

* After graduating and moving to the place they planned to live together, while collecting data in the woods, Jason’s camera malfunctions but he does captures a few frames and pictures of what looks like a tall man in a suit with no face in the woods.

* Micheal thinks Jason is fucking crazy because his camera is perfectly fine and all the “evidence” Jason is incredibly low quality and illegible. But both agree the woods are off limits for future exploration since both were understandably creeped out.

* Jason starts to become increasingly paranoid. He can’t sleep at night and tries to keep as many lights on as possible in his home. Sometimes, to save on the electricity bill and to not bother or worry his neighbors, he will navigate the house with a flashlight. He started carrying around a weapon at night, like a knife, baseball bat, and even a gun.

* Jason had no clue why he was paranoid. He just was.

* Micheal started to take notice of Jason’s irrational behavior and lack of sleep, but unfortunately he was too busy with other matters like his job and could not help Jason through whatever he was experiencing.

* Jason continues to spiral into paranoid for almost a year, slowly getting used to his new lifestyle and habits. Things seemed to be getting better, although he was still paranoid, every precaution he took became second nature and Jason was able to get more sleep at night.

* All goes to shit when one night Jason woke up and saw what he thought was the shadow of a tall man at his window.

* Cue even MORE paranoia. 

* Jason starts to record himself and he does manage to get some semi-solid footage of what looks like Slenderman a few times, but only his shadow or silhouette. 

* Jason’s paranoia has started to severely interfere with his life, he is unable to work with others, temperamental, and has been neglecting his job.

* Jason gets increasingly angry at Slenderman, blaming him for every single inconvenience in his life.

* Micheal continues to focus on his job and tells Jason he doesn’t want to be dragged into this. Micheal says all the “evidence” Jason has can be explained easily.

* Jason focuses solely on his search to track down Slenderman and does make a lot of progress. Jason has started venturing into the woods to find Slenderman. Jason is surprisingly effective and very good at tracking down Slenderman, although he can’t get it all on film, he is making progress.

* All Jason wants is to know who this figure is so he can get help to try and figure out what he wants and how to get rid of him. He is able to find some information on Slenderman online from previous people who have also gone into the same rabbit hole as Jason.

* Jason has become more violent towards Slenderman, going as far as carrying a weapon and threatening to kill Slenderman.

* Slenderman has become increasingly more violent towards Jason in response. Jason does lots of research and finds some information on Slenderman and realizes he is suffering symptoms of Slender Sickness; Chronic migraines, nose bleeding, etc.

* Jason’s health declines but he continues to persist.

* One night, after Jason got too close and confrontational, Slenderman lashed out at Jason. Jason was not hurt, but he was terrified, he ran and realized that he had been recording and finally had solid proof of Slenderman’s existence. 

* Jason ran to Micheals’ house, but burst down the door (after 10 minutes of Micheal not answering) to find Micheal dead.

* Jason immediately comes to the conclusion that Slenderman killed Micheal and tries to kill Slenderman with a gun. 

* Slenderman kills Jason, driving a tentacle through his left eye socket.

* Jason comes back to life, his soul is attached to the camera he held in his hands when he died. As long as that camera is safe, Jason cannot die again.

* Jason’s soul is attached to the camera because that camera recorded much of Jason’s life, and ofc because he was holding it when he died.

* Jason makes a deal with Zalgo, who approaches Jason shortly after Jason’s death.

* Zalgo and Jason have a common goal: make Slenderman’s life miserable.

* Zalgo gives Jason power and resources and promises to guard the camera Jason’s soul is attached to, in return, Jason is the host for Zalgo whenever he needs or desires one. Jason also has to continue to inconvenience Slenderman whenever he can.

* Jason photographs Slenderman’s victims. Whenever Slenderman or his proxies kill someone, Jason will be there shortly after to capture a picture of it. Jason does this because when snapping the pictures of the victims, he is able to collect and trap their souls that he can store in his camera. Jason can summon these souls to do whatever he needs and often only uses them to torment others or torment or bother Slenderman and/or his proxies.

* Jason can capture the souls of almost anyone, he just needs to take a picture of them and they need to be looking at the camera. Unless they are already dead, if the person is dead, Jason can still capture their souls if they have been dead for less than 24 hours.

* Jason is very smart and keen. He noticed that all the injuries of Slenderman and his proxies’ victims did not match the claw marks he saw on Micheal’s body… but he ignored it for the sake of staying focused on his goal.

* Slenderman never killed Micheal. That was Zalgo. Zalgo saw Jason’s irrational hatred towards Slenderman, his isolation from the rest of the world, and his attachment to Micheal. Zalgo knew killing Micheal would be the thing that pushes Jason over the edge, and when he did, Zalgo knew Jason would blame Slenderman. Zalgo saw Jason’s hatred for Slenderman and knew he could use it to his advantage and get Jason to agree to a deal that Zalgo would benefit greatly from.

* Slenderman did not see Jason as a threat when he filmed in the forest. Slenderman knew Jason did not have solid evidence of Slenderman’s existence.

* Jason was also not suffering from Slender Sickness, it was all Zalgo. Zalgo made Jason irrational, paranoid, and made his health decline, knowing the blame would all fall on Slenderman. Jason was not around Slenderman enough to contract Slender Sickness. Slenderman was never “stalking” Jason. The two only interacted or saw each other 3/4 times, the rest of it was just Jason being paranoid/hallucinating from Zalgo’s influence.

* Jason literally just kept running into the woods and acting surprised when he finds Slenderman, in the woods, where he resides. Slenderman is understandably unnerved by Jason’s strange ability to always find him.

* Zalgo is very fond of Jason, although Jason doesn’t seem to reciprocate the same affection. What made Jason all the favorable was how his hatred and anger was towards one of the only people who was capable of actually causing damage against Zalgo. The one person who could be a true annoyance to Zalgo, was conveniently the same person that was Jason's main target.

* Zalgo is aware that he cannot reveal to Jason that he was the one that killed Micheal, not Slenderman. Even though there is nothing Jason can do about it since Jason gave his soul to Zalgo, Zalgo greatly values Jason’s loyalty. Zalgo would never turn Jason into a mindless servant either. Even though doing so would guarantee Jason’s loyalty, Zalgo also recognizes Jason’s intelligence, competence, and talent, and fears that he would not be able to replicate that and that corrupting Jason would put all that talent to waste.

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[evelynpr]

Arlecchino Demo Music Analysis

DISCLAIMER: I am no musical expert in any way, just a massive fan of the Genshin soundtrack and learned music theory as a hobby.

One of my favorite things about Genshin is its music. It is not just that it sounds amazing, but each element, style, and motif has meaning and purpose- while being orchestrated and mixed to create a truly magnificent and unique musical experience. It is no exaggeration that this soundtrack is one of a kind.

Arlecchino's Character Demo has just been released, so I want to make a musical breakdown of it because I think it is a stellar example of how Genshin uses music to signify its themes and present its story. Before we get into that, there are ideas that I must detail for you to get the full picture, so I hope you enjoy!

Genshin uses musical elements to signify certain ideas (places, characters, elements, etc.). For example, Chinese and Japanese instrumentation signify Liyue and Fontaine respectively, but it goes beyond this.

"Travelers' Reverie" — Behind the Scenes of the Music of Sumeru | Genshin Impact

You may have noticed that a majority of Genshin's environmental music consists of real world instruments. There are even videos showcasing the orchestras and instruments of each nation (Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine), and using orchestral/live instruments even applies to other regions such as Enkanomiya, The Chasm, Golden Apple Archipelago, and etc. This gives each region a distinct musical identity, but all together it establishes them as places that are grounded and real.

During the final act of Fontaine's archon quest, we have been introduced to a new musical identity. This is Genshin's dubstep, and it has been used to signify otherworldly power. This genre not made by a real orchestra or real instruments, but through sampling (using existing sounds/music) and technology.

This is the identity in its most blatant form: (Shadow phase of the All Devouring Narwal boss fight)

This entire track symbolizes this. No other track within Genshin's world sounds remotely like it, symbolizing its otherworldly nature. It does not belong here- not with the live orchestras and melodic symphonies of Genshin's world.

Simply put, hardcore dubstep = otherworldly

Note: I am aware that many character demos and other tracks also use dubstep/EDM, but for the purposes of this post I think it should be left separate. Only if someone openly disputes this conclusion then I would happily oblige in presenting more evidence to this thru a reply or rb. Essentially, dubstep IS used in other tracks, but only in Silhouette of Catastrophe and Arlecchino's demo is the dubstep used as a"main idea", while also accompanied by heavy bass and "smaller intricate" sounds. This specific form of dubstep is what signifies being otherworldly.

Another musical element is children's singing!

In terms of the in-game ost, children's singing is used most prominently in Dragonspine's soundtrack in Genshin's world- and I will admit that I am not sure why that is. Perhaps Dragonspine has themes relating to innocence? Childhood? Tranquility? Whatever it is, I am not sure of. (If you have an idea, I would love to know!)

Instead, we can look at a certain character demo:

Nahida's! The beatdrop of her demo begins with children's singing. I believe this represents her innocent nature, status as a young archon, and the children of the forest that surround her- the Aranara.

Not only that, but the only other people in her demo are all children. Suffice to say, Genshin pays very close attention to using their music to reflect the themes and attributes of their characters in their demos (I could make more posts about this- breaking down more demo music...I think that'd be fun)

It's fairly straightforward, but essentially children's singing = children, innocence, and childhood

Now let's (finally) look at Arlecchino's demo

Let's first review each of the main musical elements and what they represent:

Dubstep and distortion: Otherworldly power. For Arlecchino: her curse, power, and dominance. "A spark cannot shatter all shadows until it sets all ablaze"

Children's voices and music box: Children. For Arlecchino: a lullaby; possibly protectiveness/care or tainted innocence (depending on how you interpret how she sees her children)

The music begins with a solo piano- lonely, melancholic, and mysterious. This is how she is after the death of Clervie and the rest of the children of the HotH.

Afterwards, the piano gets distorted- then replaced with harsh artificial beats and musical turmoil. This may be reflected on how she defeated her "mother" using her otherworldly power- her curse.

Following this is the anticipated beatdrop. Fascinatingly, it is not actually lead by dubstep, but by a distorted music box with a creeping melody. Not only that, but it is accompanied by a children's choir and a drum beat together.

The dubstep then ramps up- completely overtaking the track. But one it has reached its height, it is interrupted by the music box and singing children.

One can interpret this as her children holding her back from unleashing her true power. When she is most ruthless and violent, she is reminded of their playfulness and innocence.

The choir ends abruptly- but afterwards, the children's voices and music box lead the melody, while the dubstep and distortions accompany it harmoniously to create one whole piece.

This is who Arlecchino is. A Father and Harbringer defined by "caring" for her children and her otherworldly power. A love that nurtures and neglects- a power that frees and destroys. A wolf in sheep's clothing, or a sheep in wolf's clothing?

However the demo doesn't end there- the solo piano returns once again.

"Its flame is no longer needed, for you have the strength to defend yourselves"

This is going into speculative territory, but perhaps after she passes on her title as "king", she is once again lonely, left without a family. After all, she may no longer be needed or wanted at all- not after all that she has done, not after all that she has failed to do.

Conclusion

I love Genshin's music from the bottom of my heart. One reason why is the attention, detail, and beauty put into each track. Each piece is not only an experience, but also a story, an idea, a character, a place, whatever the artists wish to portray.

Arlecchino's Character Demo is one but many pieces that showcase this. In this track, we are able to discern Arlecchino's two core ideas, her relationship with her children and otherworldly power, through an incredible combination of singing, a music box, and dubstep. One can even theorize the course of her story through its visuals and music, in the end creating a beautiful and encompassing display of "Arlecchino".

#this does not even talk about the VISUAL details. just the music ALONE is so much #holy shit this i really did all this in one day #dear god arlecchino is truly amazing #i hope u guys like a music analysis im gonna hope this does not flop alkdjfalsdjls #its also really damn long whahhaha #also I am ofc open to criticism im not exactly an expert here #i love love genshins music so much #its amt of motifs and recurring themes could rival undertale #i am not joking #evelynpr genshin #genshin #genshin impact #arlecchino #the knave #music analysis #nahida #peruere #house of the hearth

[jake-g-lockley]

Hello! Could you write prompt 23 with marc, please?

I love how you percieve marc

Command (Marc Spector x royal avatar!reader)

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Prompt: you are without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with, and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice

A/N: Thanks for the ask, lovely (and the sweet comment :”))!! This idea also has been on the back of my mind since I began writing fics, but I only suddenly had the idea of using it when I saw this prompt. 

Warnings: MDNI, smut, switch!Marc, switch!reader, female masturbation, exhibition (if you squint), bondage, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, unprotected (p in v), creampie, alcohol consumption, choking, powers that are associated with manipulation, one of Marc’s alters are lurking heh. 

Word Count: 2.6 k 

Being royalty in your country was absolutely useless. Sure you had a throne and a whole castle to yourself, but no subjects to reign over and no diplomatic ties to fight over. You were bored, so bored and angry at the fact that you had so much yet so little. You craved the thrill, tired of being queen in the modern world. You wanted to live the way your ancestors did, powerful, smart and you wanted to write your own story, something that no one else could experience. 

You searched far and wide and surprisingly, in your search, you ended up along the river Nile staring up at a beautiful goddess, who gave you all the power you wanted, so that you could do her bidding the way pharaohs before you did. Being the avatar of Hathor meant that you could manipulate people to do your bidding. You finally felt the thrill, the power that you were so hungry for. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Now, you stood in your throne room, staring at the giant portal that appeared before you, a sign that the Ennead was converging at the Great Pyramid of Giza. You smiled and walked through it, not exactly expecting what you would see once you were inside. It was empty, beautiful sculptures that were there before were ruined, everything turned into dust and rubble. You set your hand onto the broken bust of your goddess, a feeling of anger surging through you like no other. 

“Would you be even more mad if I mentioned that I was partially involved in this destruction?” a voice you’d never thought you’d hear again rang out from behind a statue.

You whirled around, squinting in the darkness at the direction of the voice. Memories of that voice came flooding back to you and you couldn’t help but smirk at the way it sounded a little too cocky and confident. 

“Mostly my god and his destructive abilities but, oh well.” the voice came again and you could make out a silhouette leaning against a bust that was topped with a crescent moon. 

“You better show yourself, or-”

“You’ll command me to? That’s not going to work on me, sweetheart, I’ve gotten myself an amulet.” you could literally hear the sly twist in the person’s voice as he twisted something shiny and sharp in his hand. 

“Scared, Moon-boy?” you teased, slightly surprised that he knew about protective amulets.

The figure stepped out of the shadow and into the glow of the lamps around you, his olive skin and brown eyes as radiant as the last time you saw him, his crescent weapon clutched in his right hand. 

“Not at all, Your Highness.” 

Marc Spector was wearing a little too much confidence on him and you were itching to knock it down a few bars as he smirked at you, eyeing you with the same hunger you did a few months ago. 

—

“On your knees, and eyes on me.” 

He gritted his teeth and kneeled, his eyes trained on yours as you leaned back on your chair, toying with the sash of your robe. 

“Good boy,” you purred. “Show me your hands.”

He already had his wrists locked together as he presented them to you and you pulled the sash right off your robe, tying it around his wrists and to your chair as the robe pooled off your body and onto the seat, leaving you bare. Once he was secure into place, you smiled at him sweetly again before spreading your legs.

You placed your fingers at his lips and he opened his mouth obediently, sucking your fingers softly as he kept his big brown eyes on your gaze. You suddenly pulled them out, a trail of spit connecting from your fingers to his lip. You slowly begin to rub at your clit with your spit-soaked fingers as his gaze dropped to your cunt. 

“Let's see how many times I can cum in front of you before I have you begging for me.” your fingers push past your entrance and you tip your head back with a groan.

—

“Why are we here, Spector?” you rolled your eyes, searching the room for any sign of the other avatars.

“No idea, I only walked in like five minutes ago, you’re the one who's late.” he shrugged, examining his blade. 

Suddenly, he straightened up and his face was set to a grimace as he turned to his left. You felt something too, turning towards the powerful energy that was approaching the two of you. You smiled when your eyes met with big empty sockets of a bird’s skull. 

“Not weird at all, you know, the fact that your favourite avatar isn’t your own.” Marc said deadpan, gazing up at the ancient god.

You stuck your tongue out at Marc as Khonshu placed a wrapped hand on your head, smoothing your hair affectionately. Marc watched as your eyes turned gold, before turning to where Hathor was standing, rolling his eyes and shaking his head again. 

“You know, if you weren’t an Avatar, you would have been reduced to ashes by now.” Hathor’s voice coiled up Marc’s spine but he held his ground, glaring at you will malintent. 

“Just get to the point.”  he muttered and you almost felt bad for him but was again impressed by the way he didn’t just melt at Hathor’s words.

“We’ll need the both of you to…”

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Steal Hathor’s relic for her! What am I? Just a slave that Khonshu gets to toss around? Nope, you know what, don’t answer that.” Marc repeated for the fiftieth time as he paced around the lavish hotel room as you boredly looked on. 

“You never quit complaining, do you?” You said, gazing at him through the mirror as you tried on a pair of diamond earrings that were gifted to you. 

“You are not one to talk! You are a queen and a pampered one no less! Why does Khonshu care for you so much anyway?” Marc stopped and glared at your reflection. 

You opened your mouth but for the first time in a long time, you hesitated. You narrowed your eyes instead, giving you time to choose your words correctly. 

“I’ll tell you, only if you tell me how you can resist Hathor’s strongest charms, even without that amulet around your neck. 

Marc’s eyes flashed white and you swore you saw another person peak through but you shook the feeling away.

“I have  extra…attachments in my brain, helps me…manage a little differently.” He shrugs, tapping his forehead. “It's complicated.”

—-

“Never tasted a queen before.” his darkened voice came from between your thighs.

His nose nudged beckoningly at your clit as your fingers tug harder at his raven hair as he softly kissed your slit, trying to make you beg for what you needed. 

You slowly realised that he was pushing through the spell you put on him, wanting to have control of your pleasure and suddenly you were filled with so much need that the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Marc, please, I need this.” you whispered, carding your hands through his curls. 

“Mmm, that's all you had to say, mi reina.” he murmured into your cunt, before licking a wide strip that had you keening for more. 

—-

“Hmm. Okay. I helped Khonshu out of a sticky situation once. It was…complicated.” imagery of you throwing down Khonshu’s figurine and freeing him during Ammit’s reign flooded your memory once more as you fought a smile. 

You had ultimately saved Marc’s life in the process of freeing, bringing him back from the dead. You didn’t want him to feel like he was in debt with you, though. It’s why you asked Khonshu to keep his beak shut about this. It was Marc��s turn to squint at you now, as if he knew you were hiding something from him. He didn’t press on, choosing to turn around and glare at the pyramids that overlooked your room. 

You caught a glimpse of his handsome face from where he stood, stubbornness radiating out of him like it were second skin. Truthfully, you heard about the infamous Moon Knight before you saved him from the clutches of the Duat, his legendary crescent blade cutting through the throats of those who harmed the innocent. You liked him, his courage and constant need to do things for good making you feel something you’ve never let yourself feel before. 

“You need to loosen up, Marc.” you smiled to yourself, pouring him a glass of your special liquor. 

Marc turned abruptly at your use of his first name, looking at you suspiciously. 

“Come here and take a sip of this, trust me, you’ll love it.” you said, nodding towards the glass on the table as you poured yourself some. 

He walked to your vanity table and picked up the glass, examining it before taking a sip. You smile as his eyes widen slightly and he takes another, more confident sip. 

“Shit, this is heavenly.” Marc breathed, eyeing his glass again.

You took a sip of your own, the honeyed liquor slipping around your tongue, coating it with a slight fruitiness that singed your tastebuds slightly. 

“What the hell is this?” Marc asked, an amused look gracing his face. 

“Oh, just a 4000 year old liquor.” you bit your lip and watched Marc’s expression change. 

“You’re fucking with me right?” he spluttered slightly, his eyebrows creasing together. 

“No, I’m not, if you weren’t an avatar, you’d be dead on my floor right now.” You frowned, tipping the rest of the liquor into your mouth.

“You’re nuts.” Marc chuckled, sipping the rest of his liquor. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Oh, sweetheart, there you are.” Marc’s voice perked your ears up as you turned, casually accepting a quick kiss from him as his arm curled around you and his hand rested softly at your hip. 

The man that was speaking to you slowly backed away as Marc’s heavy gaze settled upon him, a fake smile blazing upon his pretty lips that morphed into another one of his famous grimaces once the man was out of sight and amongst the other bidders for the night. 

“Did ya’ really have to?” you hissed slightly, turning to adjust his lapel, before kissing his cheek, just in case any onlookers were paying the both of you a string of attention.

“Yep, we have to stay focused.” he said, smiling down at you, nudging your hip slightly with his. 

—

One of your legs were hiked over his, your eyelids fluttering slightly as he kept firm eye contact with you while pushing his fingers in and out of you, the same way you did before when you were teasing him.

You let a small gasp leave your lips and Marc’s eyes glimmered, knowing that you’ve let slip that he was doing everything right. You involuntarily tensed up as he continued assaulting the soft spongy spot inside of you.

“Let go, don’t be stubborn. Come on, keep your focus on me.” Marc’s voice temptingly pulled you to the ledge along with his fingers, before dropping you down a forty foot cliff.

You cum hard, panting into his mouth as his nose softly brushed against yours. 

—

You stand a little taller, letting your nose brush against his as his fingers tightened their grip on your hip. You let your nose drag along the length of his cheekbone before settling your lips against the shell of his ear. 

“You, Marc Spector, are without a doubt, the most annoying person I’ve ever crossed paths with, and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice.” you huskily drawled into his ear, making him smile.

“My voice? You could practically command people to do as you please.” he softly reminds you, kneading at your hip slightly. 

“Where do we need to go now?” you ask, playing along and placing your hand gently on his, tracing his long fingers.

He casually flipped his hand and grabbed yours along, pushing the rest of your fingers into a fist as your index finger sticks out, raising it slightly towards a door to your left.

“There.”

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Shhh it should be here somewhere,” you whispered, rummaging through items as Marc nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your expensive perfume. 

Marc clearly wasn’t used to 4000 year old alcohol despite having super metabolism. His eyes were lidded and he was hanging onto you like a lost koala. 

“You smell delicious.” he whispered and you felt arousal pool at your lower abdomen at the way his voice seemed to kill all your working brain cells. 

Your hands grabbed something that shot a course of power through your veins and it almost made you shout out loud. 

“Found her!” You turned to look at Marc before catching a glimpse of yourself in a mirror.

Your eyes were glowing gold again and Marc slumped against you, groaning loudly as his hard on pushed against you. You cursed your gift for the second time in your life, pulling Marc’s amulet off his neck and wrapping it around the goddess’ relic. 

—

He was lodged deep inside you, but he wasn’t moving, just softly mouthing at the soft skin of your neck and mumbling something incoherently. You kissed the top of his head and used his shoulder as an anchor, grinding softly against him, never feeling so full in your life. 

Once you felt yourself adjust properly, you started to slowly move up and down. Some coherent curses mangled with Marc’s broken moans, and it pushed you to fuck him faster, now slamming yourself against him with loud slaps. You curse too as Marc’s fingers dug painfully at your hips, drawing blood with nails. 

You clench hard around him and your hand finds his throat, pushing him against the wall as you fucked him with more determination. He chokes, trying to tell you that his release was near, but you knew, from the way he twitched inside of you.

“Fill me up, Marc, fuck-” you stutter as your own orgasm washed over you making you slump against him.

He couldn’t be bothered to thrust up into you, letting the strong clench of your cunt milk him as he released inside of you, breath mingling with yours as he gasped for air. 

—

“The fuck happened?” Marc mumbled, standing up to his original height, pressing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. 

“Nothing, let's just get out of here, now.” you whispered, tucking the relic into your purse and pulling Marc along with you. 

The both of you didn’t stop until you were back in your fancy hotel room, where the gods awaited. Marc handed the relic to Hathor and she smiled at him, patting his cheek. You glared at Khonshu and raised an eyebrow and he reluctantly slapped Marc’s back causing the poor guy to jolt forward, making you giggle slightly. 

“Fuck, thats enough of that for a while.” Marc said, rubbing the spot where Khonshu slapped him.

He sighed and slumped on the couch, holding his arm out for you. You smiled down at him and took his hand, letting him pull you between his outstretched thighs. You sat down on one of his thighs, leaning in as he kissed the hand he was holding, keeping his eyes on you. 

“Wanna pick up where we left off, my queen?” he whispered as your lips inched closer to his. 

“Yes, my knight.” you whisper back, closing the gap and smiling into the kiss. 

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[tastybluesprite]

Afraid of the dark (disaster twins tots fanfic)

I love the idea of tot Donnie being scared of the dark and then tot Leo just comforting him. Also I now believe in the headcanon that Leo will give Donnie behind the neck tickles when he’s scared or stressed. Also it’s a tad bit short but even so I hope you like it lol.

Warning: Nothing much really. Just tooth rotting fluff.

The clock read 1AM. Donnie flinched and winced at every dark shadow he saw. He tried to ignore it so he could actually fall asleep, but nothing was helping. For as long as he knew he was afraid of the dark. His twin, Leo, was the only one of all the brothers who knew this, because Donnie was honestly embarrassed to admit it.

It wasn’t until he noticed a particularly terrifying silhouette that made him yelp and hide under the covers. He began shaking uncontrollably. “H-help… someone… please..” he said in a small shaky voice. Tears welled up in his eyes and he started to sob.

He heard his door creek open and buried himself deeper into his blanket. “N-no.. p-please… don’t hurt me!” Donnie only sobbed harder.

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.” He heard a familiar voice say. The small purple turtle, still crying, peaked out from under the covers to see his twin smiling back at him. “Are you ok Donnie? I heard you crying and got worried.” It was probably a twin thing that Leo of all his other brothers had woken up.

Leo approached the bed, sat on the side of it next to him, and stroked his head lightly to help calm him down.

“Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” He asked his purple twin. Donnie looked up at him and gave a slow nod, he looked away bashfully out of embarrassment from the prospect of needing someone to stay with him to fall asleep.

Leo crawled into the bed and snuggled up close next to him.

“Um… Leo?” Donnie soon asked.

“What is it Donnie?” Leo replied.

“Um… can you… do… the neck thing?”

Leo smiled. Donnie was always too shy to actually ask for tickles.

Leo began wiggling his fingers against the back of his twins neck. Donnie melted into the touch. Not long after, he had fallen asleep. And soon after that, Leo had fallen asleep as well. It was finally a nice and peaceful night.

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