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fairyhaos · 1 year

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seventeen and exams

how i think seventeen will study for important exams

notes: inspired by me, and my friends, who are currently going through exams. tag yourself y'all, im jeonghan

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seungcheol:

tries to study rlly hard, spends an hour looking over his notes then proclaims loudly that test scores don't actually matter and you shouldn't base someone's self-worth on a bunch of numbers before throwing his stuff into the air. before he goes into the exam, he tells everyone to not expect anything from him. gets practically full marks.

jeonghan:

one of those superstitious people who says that eating chocolate before having an exam helps you perform better. the members still don't know whether he actually believes it or uses it as an excuse to eat half a box of chocolate before his exams. meditates (prays) with minghao on the day of the exam. crams in the two days before, pulls all-nighters and is all charged up in caffeine and sugar. scores super high, so does it all again next time too

joshua:

goes round telling everyone to do your best!!! your best is all that you can do when it comes to tests and don't feel bad if you fail, especially if you're mingyu or seungkwan!!!! tutors the younger members in maths/ english when they get stuck, literally looks like a cute nerdy uni tutor when he puts on his rimmed glasses. claps when everyone gets their results, never tells anyone what his were

junhui:

firm believer of Winging It. hoshi swears that junhui has photographic memory or smth bc if anyone ever has a question about the material he answers back in record time despite having not looked at his notes Once ever since he wrote them in class. gets the third highest score out of all of them. is basically a genius trapped in a catboy's body

hoshi:

almost kills himself trying to cram for his exam a week before. lives on energy drinks, cookies and sometimes the carrot sticks that joshua brings him. gets asked by wonwoo if he's slept at all, answers with "red". can barely focus on the paper when he's in the actual exam bc he's so tired. is going to go back into hibernation once he's done the exam, couldn't care less about the result anymore

wonwoo:

he's a nerd, so he gets full marks. makes a three month study plan, ends up only following the first month of it and the last two weeks of it. randomly yells questions at junhui at various times during the day, gets increasingly more exasperated when the guy keeps getting the answers right. stays up the night before the exam playing games, blacks out during the test but still does rlly well

woozi:

he's studying for it, okay, just not as intensely as soonyoung or wonwoo. makes a study plan that's less intense than hoshi's (admittedly, that guy doesn't even have a plan, he's just stu-dying), manages to actually follow through with it. asks joshua to help him with some stuff, buys the elder chocolate after the exam when he does well

minghao:

meditates his way through it. nah, he's studying too. is more relaxed about it, believes that half of the exam is just knowing the right way to word stuff. you could learn half the content and pass with high marks. and tbh, he's right. uses almost exclusively flashcards, carries them everywhere to randomly test himself n others. goes to joshua and junhui to double check his info, makes sure that hoshi's supply of cookies is all stocked up

mingyu:

prays to the gods. he knows he's smart enough to do all this, but has the attention span of a ball of wool and none of it is Staying in his head. steals some of jeonghan's chocolate, cries in wonwoo's bed after he's done the exam saying that he failed it. is pleased when his test scores come back and he finds that he Didn't fail it at all. the little shit smh

dokyeom:

either passes really well, or just barely doesn't make the pass. is practically joshua's permanent student. part-time studying partner of hoshi, part-time breakdown partner of seungkwan. also steals jeonghan's chocolate before the exam. is the most positive when they get their test scores, bouncing around and hyping everyone up so they don't feel too worried

seungkwan:

has a mental breakdown four (4) times while studying. declares himself done with revising a total of six (6) times. his room is a mess of papers and flashcards. followed the advice of people on the internet and bought a wall-covering whiteboard, which he's covered in red ink and his tears. has one last crying session with dokyeom in the corner of the living room the night before the exam. comes out of the hall saying how badly he messed up and makes the members feel so bad that mingyu buys him ice cream

vernon:

locks himself in his room, has his headphones on his head almost permanently. walks around the living room like he's never seen it before, stares blankly at all the members he encounters as if he's meeting them for the first time. no one knows what he's revising. or how he's revising. practically only comes out of his self-isolation the day of the exam, wishing everyone good luck before gliding out the door like some sort of spirit

chan:

is the one providing everyone with positive reinforcement even more than shua!! hypes everyone up, encouraging everyone to keep going. gives like 5 members shoulder massages every night. no one ever knows when he has time to revise by himself bc he's always sitting with someone and listening to them rant. does moderately well on his tests, is praised endlessly by his members bc they're so grateful for how much he helped them

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howlsnteeth · 2 months

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hi, just wanted you to know that if you ever wanted to like. interest-dump about cotl and your thoughts about the lore/storyline and stuff as ive seen you show in your art, id read PARAGRAPHS. im so curious and love to hear about people's interest in game/story/media lore and the interpersonal relationships within the universe!!! - from an autistic system who has loved your art since like. forever. (u can call us moss)

okay hi moss :3

i'm kind of due for an infodump on my cotl headcanons, so! i'll try be somewhat concise because this is going to be a long post anyway rip. i drew some pictures :D

(i can't really think of any warnings to give outside of usual cotl themes/killed race/dying/blood/etc but let me know)

obviously watching the destruction of your entire race is traumatic as fuck, also because it likely took a few weeks or months to achieve. so they died pretty underweight/weak bodied/pretty shut down. the bishops are gone by the time lamb is revived by toww, and their body hadn't quite made it to a 'body pit' (or food pit). still, they get Their Bell from another of their race on the way out. probably weren't thinking about it too hard and just desperately wanted to grab something while their eyes burned in their sockets and this red crown fit like molded clay in their hand. my lamb has a little notch out of their left ear which was caused while escaping, which ends up never healing because of a few reasons but mostly because i like it.

over the course of the game/story they start to slowly physically change. after revival it takes scars a Long time to fade, considering lamb is technically a walking corpse, and also because of their affiliation with Death (narinder, who has similar i'll mention later). they get dark marked lines under their eyes from that classic 'bleeding eyes' action during rituals/etc. their ears but especially horns get longer and sharper. their way of coping is similar to most lambs, jokes and pulled punches.

by the end of the 'main game/toww fight,' they've already made their choice, and start flexing their control/communication with the red crown itself. it gets harder for toww to view through it, and lamb gets somewhat intoxicated with the idea of an ultimate revenge, having killed all the other bishops. they've done everything they can to stop their cult members noticing signs of weakness, but as things get more stressful this kind of rubberbands around to them seeming extremely unstable. by the time they go to fight toww they're muttering nonstop, barely aware, and also they let their wool get longer and basically end up with a mullet. <3 because it's funny to me

they obviously beat toww and for them it's like a smashing of clarity, like a gripped handle let go, standing up from the river of blood. it's freeing but also the most pain they've ever been in. and instead of killing toww this pit in their stomach spares him. lamb went from a corpse to a god and now, in some sick way, they want to watch a god turn into a living corpse, just like them. because with every other sheep dead, narinder is the only one with a connection to that genocide, the cause of the other bishops doing it.

narinder hates their fucking guts. obvs. he thinks, or knows, that lamb is doing it on purpose. but narinder's body hasn't been normal for far, far too long. even before he was made death (as in artworks i've done with him), his body turned skeletal and rotted away. lacerations open all over his body, but especially down his front torso. when he's first brought to the cult, lamb gives him red robes, also because of this 'problem'. but narinder does every single thing he can against them. he gets white robes and lets them turn bloodied and disturbing to everyone around him.

even washing them stops working, and lamb does resign slightly to letting him sit in his dirty stupid robes. it's the pettiest shit. narinder also keeps his veil, and lamb can't bother with a reason to take it away. let that dumbass keep his yuck robes and veil. you can only stick him the stockade for a week before your other followers get too concerned.

over time, they do end up getting closer, but it comes from a place from both being touched and changed by Death, the red crown, and the choices of the other bishops. it takes a really long time and only after all the other bishops have been recruited (another whole thing). both of them catch themselves enjoying little things, and then having moments of all the pain bleeding through. an example is over time narinder does end up wearing darker robes, but it's fairly gradual. in this piece, it's lamb getting too deep in the countless lives that were taken from their race, triggered by blood (a whole little story thing), and narinder does make the (semi subconscious) choice to wear dark robes.

anyway you're probably looking at that giant shadow in the picture huh. it takes a long time but lamb Does end up truly becoming a bishop.

not 100% done with this design, but it has the basics. their main horns end up breaking off (thinking of a story behind that still). the main thing with them that i really like is they have multiple strings of bells on them. so everyone starts associating the sound of ringing bells as Death. so if you hear them, they're coming for you. that being said, they also have the ability to move completely silently, despite being covered in bells. which adds to the scaring-the-fuck-out-of-everyone factor.

there's a ton more i could get into with the other bishops, ratau, the duck siblings, the crowns themselves, more aym and baal, but i'm probably gonna do more artworks with them so i can talk more then :3 this is already too long lmao

thanks for the ask though!! it's nice knowing people are interested in my stuff :D (it's also worth mentioning that i am also a system and have alters of lamb, narinder, and aym and baal, who all contribute to this stuff)

#barks #cotl #cult of the lamb #long post under cut

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limbus-limousine · 3 months

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Do you have design takes on Kromer, Knauer, Alfons, and Frau Eva. I'm dying to know

Okay first and foremost I apologize because this kind of turned into an essay but like❤️

When it comes to Knauer and Alfons, honestly, I don't have much of a mental image???I have aphantasia, so it's hard for me to imagine appearances from only text and usually stick to specific representations of them, limbus designs are like super ingrained in my mind but I do think of their book descs aswell. Mostly I'd say Knauer would be physically similar to Sinclair to some degree, but their main differences lay on face, eye shape and such. I usually draw Sinclair with round shapes, but then roughen him around the edges a bit (I make his eyes sharper, hands calloused etc). Knauer would look more soggy i think

About Kromer, I always try to make her look bulkier in a way?? Blocky and spiky at the same time if you will. I also love making her sclera a dark greenish hue, it makes her look like an animal being hit by camera flash a bit... I also lean more into her limbus character because I love how much more relevant she feels, I at least try to portray her in a slightly animalistic, scary way, in contrast to Demian with whom I also lean towards animalistic, but more like, sly??? If that makes sense, fox/snake like. Kromer to me is more feline (cat hunts bird uhu) but also insectoid, to represent that while she is scary and such, she lacks Demian's sly mystique and intelligence (in other words, the mark)

As for Eva, I imagine her very similar to Demian (obviously) although in my mind, both of them aren't super defined, the lines are blurry. I think I mentioned this before, but they feel to me like some kind of cryptid. I boost the "creepy/scary" aspect for them a lot, I think because I deeply resonate with Sinclair's more abstract view of love, it reads to me like he finds beauty in the grotesque, and I want to interpret that as nonchalance and even appreciation to something that is outwardly scary. Also going to the whole star symbolism... God, space is scary, but ohh is it beautiful as well.

It doesn't feel completely right to portray them as people sometimes tbh. They are more like masses of light and energy floating around to me. Demian to me represents camaraderie, guidance and a more childish (but still profound) love, while Eva leans more toward the whole mothery love thing, maturity, home, safety. But they are like, two ends of a spectrum?? Sometimes it will be an in-between of those shapes of love and feeling, is it Max or Eva?? Doesn't really matter, they give of the same light, same star... This is why I portray Demian differently as well, sometimes I will make his hair longer, face a bit older looking, etc.

IM SORRY this is really rambly and super long auughgg😭 I'm not very clear with specific design aspects but the way I see them psychologically really influences how I draw them... Thanks for the ask anyways!!! I love talking about these freaks mannn

#answered #project moon #limbus company #rambling #demian (1919)#my art

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resi4skz · 20 days

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Title: Be Mine

Warnings: fluff (drabble)

Pairing: Chan x Grace (OC)

Plot: Gracie starts seeing her friend in a different light.

What if life had been different if I wasn't a coward enough to stand up for myself when my dad was berating me in front of everyone when I told him I wasn't going to follow in his steps to study business? What if my mom actually had the decency to stand up up for me or tell my dad that she's been cheating on him for.the last 3 years with his best friend, Charles?

All this would've been different if I wasn't a scaredy cat. If only there was a miracle. I watched cars drive by, a drink in hand with the summer breeze flowing through my long wavy hair as I sighed, peering at my phone. A message pops up.

C: hey, you up?

Except Chan was the only one who stuck by me, stuck by my ups and down. Even when I fought him once over me telling him to call me fat because of my chubbiness and didn't speak to him for a week, he still left me sweet messages on my phone every day.

G: yeah i am

C: im coming over with pizza and company

I smile, walking back inside and setting the glass of wine down on the kitchen counter.

G: define company

C: me, hannie, hyunjin, changbin and felix

G: bring ice cream

C: with cherry on top?

G: channie, istg if you make another corny joke, im changing my locks.

C: :( so you dont want me as the cherry. Sheesh

Shaking my head, I put my phone down. This guy......

He's flirted with me before but it wasn't anything major. It was just....he showed me affection like a boyfriend would do to his girlfriend. But weren't anything like that. Sure, I found him very attractive but that's all it was. There was no way he would go for a woman like me. Chubby and unattractive.

"We're here!"

I jump up at the voice and walk over to the kitchen as Han came into view with Changbin trailing behind him. "Where's Felix?"

"Wow, and I carried all this pizza just for you to forget I existed?" Chan's voice comes around the corner, holding 4 pizza boxes.

Oh. My. God.

"You....you dyed your hair?" I asked, blinking at the color sitting on top of his head. The shade was brown, with hints of maroon if he was to stand directly under the light. And it was styled differently than his usual curls.

My hearts skips a beat and I'm suddenly regretting this whole thing about me not finding him attractive more than a friend.

"Yeah," he replies, setting the pizza boxes down on the counter and came around to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, beautiful."

Hyunjin, who was standing on the other side of the counter, made a gagging aound. "Ew, get a room."

I roll my eyes and ignore him as I get the paper plates for everyone as Hyunjin and Felix join the other two, leaving Chan and I alone. Opening a pizza box, my hand freezes upon seeing a number and a name written in a sharpie, with a lip mark next to it. "Oh wow, she really did give her number," Han says from behind me.

"Who?" Changbin asked, grabbing a paper plate.

"The woman at the pizza place. The one who couldn't stop ataring at Channie hyung," Han replied.

"For the last time, she wasn't staring."

I whip my head at Chan, his ears red. "Sure she wasn't. I bet she wanted to get in your pants if we weren't around," Han retorted, grabbing a pizza slice.

"Come on, Channie hyung. What's the harm in calling a phone number?" Hyunjin chimed in.

Why......why do I hate all this? Why do I hate about a phone number being given to him? Why is my heart feeling like there's been an arrow shot right through it?

"Guys, just cool it, alright? I'm not going to call her," Chan says annoyed.

"You should call her," I hear myself saying.

Every eyes lands on me but it's his that breaks me in two. "You do?"

"I....." I swallow the bile down my throat. "I need air." I turn around and walk to the patio.

Taking a breath of fresh air did nothing. But I was glad I was away from all that. Or so I thought.

"Hey, what was that back there?"

"Chan, today isn't a good day to drill sense into me," I sigh, already defeated from all the drama today.

He sensed my frustration, and steps closer to me. "What happened?"

I tell him. About how dad berated me and how mom didn't defende me, as always. By the end of it, I feel his arm wrap around me as I lean against the patio railing. I turn my head. He's looking at the view in front. My eyes travel down his forehead, nose and lands on the lips.

Was he always tbis beautiful or am I just noticing it now?

"For what's it worth, you don't have to listen to them anymore. You make the life you want. Don't ever live the life others want for you when its the life they wanted." He turns his head and smiles down at me. Our faces were very close. "Your worth is more than that, Grace."

Fuck, my heart can't stop beating so fast. He chuckles. "Falling for me, Gracie?"

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay, I think it's time we go i-"

His word get stuck when I yank him back down on my lips. He lets out a surprised sound but his body immediately relaxes as he wraps his arms around me. Wow, his lips. "Gracie, wha-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Channie," I whine. I wanted his lils back on mine. My heart was going crazy but it became crazier when he slams his lips against mine, cupping my cheeks.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers, biting his lower lip. "You drive me crazy."

"That makes the two of us," I replied, my cheeks heating. "Do you always show girls see this side of you?"

"Only you."

My breath hitches in my throat. "Should I be scared?"

He throws his head back, laughing. "Have I ever made you doubt me?" I shake my head no. "Do you want to try it with me?"

"Try what?"

"Being my girl."

A/N: should I continue this or leave it as it is?

#bang chan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #chris bang #stray kids #bang chan fanfic #fanfic #skz #straykids #oneshot

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loveneversleepss · 9 months

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Lee know as tsundere

-Pairing: Vampire!Lee know x Vampire!f.reader

-Chapter warnings: switch povs, cussing, slow burn ish? Ex gets in the way(Felix), mixed feelings, fighting/gore, marking/hickeys, sweet praises, slight stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, nicknames, unprotected sex, hair pulling.

A/N~ Im back y’all.. but only for a little while😭

"I've always felt empty. Until there was you."

Life was boring, dull, cold and dark. Everyday felt the same. Until a particular girl saved me. She saw something in me..

Everyday was pretty normal for you. Nothing big or drama had been in your life. It was quiet. Until someone had messed up all that quiet. Your ex, Lee Felix. Sure it’s been a while since you two broke things off. But how it ended always messes with you. Never got reassurance. He broke it off saying ‘it’s the best if we don’t be together’ leaving just like that. You live in the same town. Occasionally bumping into each other thanks to how small the town is.

But honestly deep down. You still have feelings for him. He came exactly when you needed him. He saved you. Now you walk pass each other like strangers. Always seeing him on your way to work.. But there was another reason why you were so obsessed with him. In this world, vampires roam. Not the kind that can be harmed by sunlight, garlic or holy water. They hide in plain sight. The way they feed is the same, blood. But they can control themselves easily.

Usually vampires turn other people to feel less lonely, since they are immortal. But you never did, you won't. Unless you had to. Like if someone was dying. Vampires have super strength, super speed, regeneration and mind control. But you were different, you could move any form of liquid and form it into anything you want. You basically are the top of the food chain in the Vampire world.

‘God will this light ever let me cross?’ You think. You’re stuck at a sidewalk, waiting for the lights to change so you could cross. You go on your phone for a bit, just so the time can pass by faster. Sooner or later a crowd starts to fill the area. You hate crowds. People always seem to not notice you and bump into you. That's not what happens when you're in a room filled with fellow vampires.

Until someone really fucked up. You out your phone back in your pocket. Deciding that you were getting bored of it. You look around the crowd behind you. So many people.. until the guy standing next to you catches your eye. He looks around your age, maybe a little older. Brown hair and lightly tan skin. Eyes that could make you melt. The top lip is slightly more pouty than the bottom. Just then you watch a man bump into the guy next to you, hard. He ends up dropping his phone, onto the street.

You watch as he sighs loudly as he goes to grab it. You see out of the corner of your eye a car losing control and swerving crazily. The car is coming alarmingly fast towards the man. At the last second you use your speed, you jump and push him out the way. The car flies right by you two and back onto the road. Luckily it didn’t hit anyone.

You landed on the guy and are on top of him. You look down at him and see he looks confused. “Are you okay?!” You ask him. His eyes are lost as he nods his head yes. You get off him quickly and everyone starts to crowd around you two. You help him get up and grab his phone from off the floor. “Please next time, be aware of your surroundings.” You tell him as you hand him his phone.

He takes it and you feel a shock from your fingers grazing along each other. You look at him and see a leaf in his hair. You smile and laugh lightly to yourself. “Here, lemme help you.” You raise your hand and take the leaf out of his hair. You make eye contact for a couple seconds. ‘His eyes are so pretty.’ You think. They have a thousand stars in them. “Thank you.” That’s the first thing he’s said this whole time. You smile at him.

“No problem.. are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him once again. He nods his head and smiles. His smile is gorgeous. His eyes crinkle up and he looks so pure. You look down at the phone in his hand. It’s broken there’s no way he’ll be able to use it. “Uh, do you wanna use my phone? Yours looks broken so, you’re free to use mine.” He looks down at his phone and tilts his head. As if he only just noticed it now that it’s shattered.

“Right um.. could I use it real quick? Just to make a phone call.” You nod your head yes and hand him your phone. He takes it, another shock comes from your hands touching. He dials a number and raises the phone to his ear. You hear the voicemail voice talk and he hangs up. He sighs heavily, "Guess I won't get a ride home." He hands the phone back to you and you put it in your pocket.

"Wait, you're bleeding." He points at your arm and you quickly hide it. "I'm fine," he grabs your arm that was tucked away and reveals nothing. "See? I'm fine." He looks at you confused and takes a step back. "I swear I saw a cut. You were bleeding." You shoot him a weird look and begin to gaslight him, "Maybe you hit your head too hard." You turn to cross the street, "Get home safe, okay?" And with that, you leave.

I'm not crazy. I know that. I saw a cut on her arm, I know it. I look down on the street and see a puddle of blood. Then I notice on my broken phone, a smear of blood as well. I knew it. But how did the cut disappear in a matter of seconds? Who is she? I have to follow her. I have to know who she is, what she is.

It gets dark fast, she hasn't noticed me yet. I'm keeping a good distance from her. She walks to the rich side of the city, full of mansions and fields. I keep hiding behind bushes and trees right before she turns around. We arrive at a mansion where a party is going on, the music raging.

I watch her walk straight in, I can't go through the entrance without being caught. I'll have to go through the side. I make my way around the fence and to the side of the mansion. I crawl over to a window and see her inside. In a room where there are only 10 people, it's quiet, secluded from the rest of the party. The window is slightly open and I can hear the conversation.

"Enjoying the party, y/n?" A man with pale yellow hair with freckles asks her. Y/n? So, that's your name. "Not really," she huffs out as she keeps a distance from him. He pouts at her and attempts to put an arm around her, "Aww, you just need someone to drink." Did he say someone?

She pushes his arm off her and he laughs, "Still mad at me?"She rolls her eyes and his hand goes up as he motions for someone to come over. A frightened looking girl, around the age of 18, appears. "Don't you look tasty," the man strokes the side of her face. Her eyes begin to water, "please, don't hurt me." He laughs in her face and aggressively chokes her, "You're in no position to speak!" He twists her around and bites into her neck, my eyes widen. I fall back as I watch him suck the life out of her, her body stills and he shoves her to the ground.

I look at y/n and see the look of disgust on her face, "Really? This is your idea of partying, Felix?" That's his name, Felix. She kicks the side of the girl and gets no response. "You sucked her clean," she sits down onto the couch next to her. "Don't worry, we'll find you someone to drink." She leans against her hand and crosses her legs, "I'm waiting." I feel a hand on my shoulder and I quickly turn around. A man swings at me and I black out.

"Wakey, wakey," the blonde man appears in front of me. I startle awake and sit up. To find my hands tied together with rope. My head is pounding and I realize i'm sitting on the floor in front of 5 people, one of them is y/n and Felix. The man who knocked me out sits there as well, "you're a bold one. Following y/n all the way here," Felix sits in front of me with an amused smirk. "Did you really think she wouldn't notice? Your smell gave you away," he gets up and stands before me.

"Who are you people?" My voice is stern, thankfully. They all start laughing except y/n, "Isn't it obvious, we're vampires." I stared at them, I already knew that. "I'm Felix, that's Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin and y/n, who've you already met." The one who knocked me out is Changbin, he is clearly the strongest out of all of them.

"So, what's your name, pretty boy?" He stays silent, glaring at Felix. "Speak!" Felix screams and his voice echoes slightly throughout the room. He sighs heavily, "Lee know," you feel your dead heart flutter. So, that was his name all along? It suits him. Felix crouches down to his level, "So, lee know, what's going to happen now is," He pauses as he grabs his chin. "My friend, y/n, is going to suck you dry now." Your hearts sinks as you hear his words, but you keep your cool.

"Why don't we just erase his memories," you begin to reason. Felix turns and smirks at you, "Where's the fun in that." He gets up and stands in front of you, tilting his head, "I promised you someone to suck. Here you go." You flash him a fake smile and push him aside, you walk slowly to Lee Know. Chan and Changbin pick him up and hold him still. You don't want to, you really don't want to. But if you don't, Felix will.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his ear as you place your hands around his neck. You command your fangs to release and plunge into his neck. He resists heavily but is held down by the two men. His painful screams fill the room's air. You repeat in your mind, 'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. I don't wanna do this.' Although you are doing it.

The pain is excruciating. I feel all the blood in my veins being sucked out. I can feel my heart slow down. I scream and plead as loud as I could, begging for her to stop. My body begins to feel cold and suffocating. My eyes get heavy and I can't fight off the sleep. Blackness is all I see now.

His body lays limp now as you pull away. Two holes on the side of his neck, from where your fangs sank into him. You wipe your mouth clean of his blood, you don't feel too upset. 'I hope you survive' you think as he's carried out. After a couple minutes, they come back and state that they threw his body onto the street. Leaving him for a stranger to discover the body.

You leave to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel tears form in your eyes and you let one fall. 'Please, be alive.' You repeat in your head. Although, you didn't know him, he was innocent. He didn't do anything wrong, and yet you still did what you did. You hear the door swing open next to you and Felix is standing there. He scoffs as he shuts the door behind him.

"I never asked to be like this, you forced it upon me." He walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as he shushes you. "Feeling sorry for him?" He brushes your hair to one shoulder, you know where this is going. "He didn't deserve you anyway," his cold lips press against your neck, his hands on your waist. "He didn't get a chance," he hums against your skin which causes you to get annoyed. You push him off which causes him to get angry, "Don't pretend you don't like it." You raise your voice at him, "I don't! I wanted him, I wanted Lee Know." He growls, "You had him and you sucked him dry! If you were smart, you would've turned him!"

You shut up now, he's right. You should've turned him. "Forget about him, you have me." He attempts to pull you back in but you resist, "Get off!" You run out the bathroom and leave the mansion, heading home where you should've been all along.

I wake up, my eyes slowly open. My head is on the floor, my arms above me. A perfectly dead position. I'm so thirsty. My teeth hurt and my body radiates with something un-human. I heard a shuffle of footsteps approaching my side, "Are you okay? Do you need help?" My body moves on its own and in a flash, I have this man in a choke-hold against the wall. "I'm.. so.. thirsty." I feel something grow out of my teeth and is sharp, my body reacts fast as I bite his neck. I suck as the blood becomes addicting, I don't stop until the screams stop. His screams. I back away as I see his eyes lifeless and his body falls to the floor. Did I just suck his blood? I look at my hands, did I turn into a vampire?

You watch the mansion burn before your eyes. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix are burning inside. It's the only way to kill them. You did it, finally. You're free. You walk off and begin to walk home, in the dark. You begin to laugh to yourself as you replay the night. You knocked them out successfully and set the whole place on fire. It was too easy. Revenge which you've been planning the last 7 months, ever since they made you kill Lee Know.

You're walking past an alleyway when you hear something, then you smell it. Blood. Someone's dying. You run inside and see a body on the floor. You reach them and touch their body, you hear their heart stop. "No, no." You mutter under your breath as you sit next to the body. You hear a cling then a cold, metal wraps around your wrist. You look at it confused and then another wraps around the other. You get launched back further into the alley and land on your back. You land with a thud and you quickly get on your feet, preparing to fight whoever pulled you.

You hear a swoosh behind you then next to you, then above you. You spot the body and the pool of blood around them, you concentrate as you warp it into a knife. You summon it to your hand and get ready. You hear someone land behind you, "Didn't know you could do that." You know that voice. Lee know. You turn quickly and there he is. You could faint. "You're alive.." You mumble softly, you slowly approach him. "You're alive," you smile in relief as your eyes fill with water.

You softly touch his cheek, his eyes mesmerized on you. "Thank god," now both your hands are placed on his cheeks. His expression changes, turning dark quickly, he grabs your neck, holding you against the wall while he holds your knife to your neck. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," you're paralyzed. You scream out, "I killed them!" He lets you go after several seconds. You breathe heavily from being choked, "I killed all of them. Burned them alive."

"I believe you," he drops the knife on the floor and it returns to a puddle of blood. You listen and hear no heartbeat coming from him, "You're a vampire." You finally realize. He nods his head, "You turned me." You fall to your knees, your head falls in your hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want this for you." It's quiet, silent. He leans down and pulls your hands away, "I know, but it still happened." He wipes the tear from your cheek. "I mean, there are some perks." You look at him confused, not knowing what he means. He laughs, "Come on. Let's go to my place."

He lives in an apartment, it’s cozy. You walk in, the kitchen is on your left and ahead of you is the living room. You notice it’s a mess on the counter, garlic, water and wood. "What's all this?" You say picking up a piece of garlic. He laughs to himself, "I wanted to know what kind of weaknesses I have." You giggle softly as you lay it down, “our only weakness is poison and fire.” He nods his head in understanding. You walk into the living room and scan the surroundings, he’s a reader. You walk past a bookshelf filled with books. A big mirror next to the tv, what’s that for?

You touch the cold hard surface and look over to lee know, “what’s this for?” He walks over with two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine, unopened. “Uh well, I’m a dancer. I use it to monitor myself.” Oh. So, that’s what it is for. You had much more dirtier thoughts since the couch directly faces it. He sits down and places the glasses down. You sit next to him as he pours it for you, he hands you a glass and you gladly accept.

You take a sip and start to get curious, “so.. what did you mean being a vampire has its perks?” He pauses as he sets the glass he was holding down. “Well everything is enhanced, I’m faster, stronger..” he pauses as he notices how you’re staring at him. You smile as you break away and put the glass down. “Higher sex drive,” your eyes shoot to his thighs, you hadn’t noticed how firm they were. Definitely a dancer bod, you analyze his clothing. Slightly baggy but you can tell he’s fit. “You done?” Your eyes shoot to his, you cringe internally on how you were caught daydreaming about him.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you turn your head back to the mirror, getting lost in your lustful thoughts. Imagine him pounding into you as he watches you through the mirror, being a moaning pathetic mess for him. “No need to be sorry,” his hand moves your face by your chin. “What were you thinking about, hm?” You get shy as he is getting closer now, so dominant. His eyes flicker to the mirror then back on you. His mouth leans over to your ear, “were you thinking about me fucking you in front of the mirror?” You feel the heat pool inside your panties as you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Do you want me to?” He places a sweet kiss on your soft neck, causing a gasp that sounds more like a whimper to leave you.

“Sounds like you want me to,” he nibbles softly on the skin. Making your eyes roll back at the feeling, it’s been so long since you had sex. You missed it. He begins sucking and you know that he’s making beautiful markings all over your neck. “Mm, lee know,” you moan out which makes him chuckle against your skin. “You sound so pretty, Kitten.” This new pet name does something to you. Your nails dig into your palms as you resist ripping off both your clothes. You bite your lower lip to keep the noises down which makes him annoyed. He pushes you down on your back, your head laying on the couch armrest.

“I wanna hear you, don’t hold back.” His arms lift up his shirt, revealing a set of abs. Your mouth drops slightly open at the beautiful sight in front of you. All yours. You can’t help but run your hand down his body, admiring it. His hand tugs at the bottom of your shirt, “take that off for me, baby.” You quickly obeyed as you ripped it off. His hand grips on the waistband of your pants, his eyes ask for permission. You nod your head, giving consent. His hands swiftly rip off your pants, leaving you in your panties.

He attaches your lips back together, his hand smooths over the wet spot on your panties. You feel your face flush hot and redden. "So wet," he mumbles against your lips. "Do something about it," you respond back eagerly, causing him to smirk along your lips. "Happily," he moves you quickly around. Your hands now placed on the couch's armrest, your body exposed to him while you watch him in the mirror. His body creeps over yours, his hand snakes down the front of your body. It slips down into your panties and finds your sensitive bud with ease.

The sensation makes your thighs tense up and your mouth to fly open to let your moans escape you. The pleasure so great and makes you beg and beg. You clench around nothing repeatedly wishing he was in you right now. Your nails dig into the soft material as you look deeply into his eyes. His eyes dark and concentrated onto you. You begin to squirm as you chase your high, so desperately wanting it. "Fuck, I can't take it." His hand falls as he pulls down your panties.

You fall limp on the ledge as you were just denied an orgasm. You whine as you turn to see him quickly unbuckling his pants. You get ready as you hear his zipper and push yourself up on your hands. You feel him edge into you and let a whimper like moan out. You feel so full with him inside you and when he begins to thrust, you're in heaven. Your eyes roll back and you thank god for giving him a higher sex drive. Which causes him to last way longer. "Fuck, baby." He whimpers out which causes a harsh pulse in your cunt.

You like hearing these noises. His hand pulls your body straight up so he can kiss you. The sinful noises and skin slapping doesn't faze you two. You reach your hand back into his hair and tug softly on it. He bites softly at your bottom lip, tugging on it softly. You have to pull away when you feel a cramp in your belly, knot-like. You finally reach bliss and he doesn't snatch it away. To help he starts to rub circles on your clit causing you to squirm and scream. "You're doing so good, kitten." He coos at you. You begin to feel overstimulated and grab his wrist. But he doesn't stop until your fluids drip all over the fabric of his couch.

He finally removes his hand and you fall onto your stomach. "We're not done, kitten." He yanks on your hair to reveal your face. He bends down to your ear, "Look at you." He grabs the bottom of your chin to look at your face in the mirror. "So beautiful, and all mine." Your lipstick is ruined and makeup smeared from sweat and tears. You hadn't realized tears had begun to fall. He begins to pound into you once more, pain mixed with pleasure. You don't resist so he can chase his high. You fully look at him through the mirror. His hair is all messy, chest rising up and down from how heavily he was breathing, eyebrows furrowed. Eyes hooded, full of lust and bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

What a sight. He lets out a loud moan as he pulls out of you quickly. You feel the white hot liquid drip onto your thighs. You let your body fall and relax as you shut your eyes. Exhausted.

You open your eyes and touch the unfamiliar sheets around you. You turn your head to lee know gazing upon you lovingly. You're confused, you fell asleep? Vampires don't sleep. "Confused?" You sit up and cover yourself, it's chilly. You touch his arm and it's warm, odd. Vampires are supposed to be cold to the touch. "What's happening?" He kisses your cheek as he pulls you close. "We broke it." You raise your eyebrows at him, "Broke what?" He leans in slowly, placing a kiss on your lips, "the vampire curse.."

The end ;)

#stray kids #stray kids stay #stray kids imagines #stray kids series #straykids hard hours #stray kids smut #skz scenarios #straykids smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz smut #skz #leeknow smut #lee know #lee minho #skz lee know #skz lino #lee felix smut

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Fregions bones ached, his muscles sore. It had come for him slowly, so slowly he hadnt even noticed it. He was already long in the tooth by a large mark compared to most charr. He thought, maybe that meant he'd just keep on going like this forever. But one morning in a borrowed bed visiting Kas and jory, he felt it. This ache, this weakness. He was so tired… Kas had been the first to find him. He'd tried to get out of bed but he just couldnt muster the strength.

The heavy thump of his body hitting the floor must have drawn her attention up there. She had gasped, and he had laughed, weak and raspy, as she tried to help him up without looking at his naked form. Even now as he drew closer to the end…he was still embarrassing her. He was glad that never changed…she was fun to tease. She had asked if he was ill, running a fever. But no, he had shook his head and smiled sadly at her.

"Im dying…" He had said in a low voice. "I think my times up." She had panicked. Clones jumping every which way as they ran to likely contact a doctor, send letters to their friends and who knows what else. He remembered her shaky hands on his forehead as she scolded him for joking like that. But she knew he was telling the truth…

As the days drew on and his strength failed him. He cursed the world. What an ignoble end for the legendary Charr Commander. Hero of Tyria. To die peacfuly in bed. Not on the field of battle, not with a sword in his hand. But in bed, with his friends worrying over him.

Braham and Rox were surprisingly the first to come see him on his death bed. They walked in, hand in hand and he had to stop himself from laughing himself in to a coughing fit. Leave it to the young to wait till your dying to figure themselves out. Rox spoke about Olmican spirituality, about not needing to be afraid. He corrected her of course. It wasnt fear he felt after all, just disappointment it wasn't fighting. Braham joked that he could grab his mace, and send him to the mists, but before he could take the norn up on the offer Rox punched him in the shoulder with a disapproving look. He thanked them, for their visit, and wished them well in their new life. Peace lets one think on these sorts of things he supposed.

The next to visit him was Anise and Livia of all people.

"Even if we forced your hand…you were still a blade member. And an invaluable ally to Kryta, Commander." Anise said.

"Could always reanimate you if you want. Maybe let you touch the scepter of orr so you can keep on going?" She had a sad look on her face. "This is the second time I've watched you go, big guy. Wonder what you'll come back as next time?" She chuckled. "Maybe one of those bears in the north?"

Anise chuckled behind her hand. "Or a Tengu? You were always oddly beautiful for a charr." Fregion smiled. He was glad they could joke with him like that.

Crecia, Logan and Rytlock came next.

"Commander…" Logan spoke first. "It has been, an honor working with you. I also took your advice with Rytlock, and Crecias." He wrapped his hand around the charrs waist and pulled him in close. Rytlock blushed but did not fight, simply nuzzled the human affectionately.

"Its a shame we aren't out fighting something Commander…no charr wants to go so sweetly." He nodded. "Though I suppose, after killing Gods, Dragons, Demons and a slew of other horrors, I think that more then makes up for it."

Crecia stepped forward, hesitant. "I know we… and the legions…have had a rocky relationship. But I speak for all charr, thank you commander. Without you, the charr may just be icy thralls under Jormag, or worse. There may not have been any charr left at all." She placed a blood legion flag, folded neatly, on his bed. "For the legions…soldier." She and Rytlock both saluted.

Zojja came down from her large tower with a letter in hand from the Astral ward as well. Though she wasnt alone he was sure. He felt the familiar whispers and carssing of Peitha in his mind.

"Wayfi- I mean…Commander." After a moment looking forlornly at the ground she whispered. "…Fregion." She placed the letter on the bed side stand. "Considering what uh, what we know about me…and our previous history. I thought I should come see you off. I- I didnt think I'd feel this awful though." She sniffled and sent a watery smile his way. "I'm going to live a long time, ya know. The Astral ward wanted to ascend you but, given how volitile and poorly your relationship with them was, i figured id tell them no in your stead." He couldnt help but laugh at that, though it took him some time to stop coughing after.

"Mortal…you have been most amusing, I could bring you in to my fold. It would be a shame to lose someone like you…" She knew the answer, and her voice, normally low and composed, had a hint of desperation to it. "But I know the answer. Maybe we'll stumble in to each other in the mists. May your journey be gentle and easy." Zojja choked out a sob. He reached a trembling claw to her face, wiping a way the tears. He smiled. He was glad his friend was on the road to being better now too. She gripped his hand tightly, soft whimpers and sobs escaping her as she clung to him. He pretended to not hear the whispers of 'dont go' and 'please dont leave me alone again…'

On his final day…he knew it was time. He told Marjory and Kasmeer as much. They sat with him through out the day. Helped him out to the plaza of Kormir. The moon was high and the stars were shining. As if the universe itself was winking sadly at him. Or maybe his eyesight was starting to get blurry. He had asked them, told them and no one else of his secret devotion to Kormir, about his past connection to her. Kas had been extatic the first time he had told them, so many years ago. So in secret, with only the priests of Kormir to read him his last rights. They sat beside him as he lay, Caladbolg in hand, on a small cot prepared for him.

"Commander…?" Kasmeers soft voice broke the silence. Marjory gave her a quick comforting squeeze. "Fregion…" She corrects sadly. "Im only now realizing myself how little we…we used your name. And it- it hurts knowing the whys, and that only now does your name come easy."

Marjory presses her forehead against the side of Kasmeers head before turning to him and saying. "You lived a long, hard life commander. What are ya, 100 years old? You got to be a miser of a charr." she laughed. "Its a shame none of your cubs are here to see you off…charr cultures been changing, its a shame you…you wont get to see it." Fregion smiles up at the stars. He understands.

He only breaths deeply in response. His eyes are growing heavy. The comfort of Caladbolg on his chest, Tybalts lucky cog at his side. His warbands old pin, a pen that Demmi had given him that hed treasured after her death. He closed his eyes, and for a moment. He felt surrounded. Warmth and love filled him.

"Good to see you again, agent."

"The three of us are back together huh lightbringer?"

"Fregion, you've carried Caladbolg with honor. Im grateful we get to meet again."

"Hey there he is! Took him long enough! Look how OLD he is!" The cheers of roudy charr rung out.

"…Goodbye. I love you all…and hello again." He exhaled for the last time. Carried away by loving hands.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #charr oc #goodbye for now

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fantasyqueen502 · 11 months

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Happenstance

Word Count: 1,650

Summary: What if Daryl didn't meet Leah during his time outside of Alexandria's walls looking for Rick? A short story idea that most likely has grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy.

Relationship: Daryl x unnamed Male OC

Rated: PG-13

Brief strong language, brief nudity, mentions of death and injury.

Peering around the brush, goosebumps rose on the back of his neck from the eyes watching him. The shuffling of leaves triggers his bolts. Loading and shooting along the moving bushes, he loaded his final bolt, halting at a dog who barked chaotically. Whimpering when Daryl lifted his bow caused the dog to keep his distance.

The hunter drops his bow. "Dumb dog," he says, marching off. The dog follows him, leaping and jumping to get his attention. After killing a snake, the dog takes it, running away with it. "I'm going to turn you into a coat, c'mere!" He growls. Slowly to a stop, catching his breath. Looking up, the dog waits, tail wagging. Waiting for the archer to catch his breath.

Turning to leave again, the dog whimpers and whines, resulting in the dog getting a mouthful of the archer's vest by yanking on it.

Following the dog through the woods, came to the sight of a man hanging by his ankle. Walkers below were lapping up blood that dripped from his crown. The man giggles, waving his dangling hands inches out of their reach. Taking care of the dead and pacing around the swinging man, a smile was still present on his bright red face. He was surprised he had any brain cells left alive. It looks like he had been hanging for a while—maybe a day or two.

"Duck!" The man exclaims. Daryl flinches, holding his head and looking behind him. The man opens his arms out wide for the dog, who scampers over, leaping up.

Following the rope to the anchor, untying it slowly lowered the man to the ground. The dog barks and leaps about with glee, jumping up onto the hunter and licking his chin, causing the man to grunt in surprise, shoving the dog and spitting the slobber from his mouth. Paying no mind, the canine pads over to lick his master's face. The man groans, his face puffy and discolored.

"Should keep 'im on a leash." The hunter growls, yanking the man's leg, cutting the rope from his ankle, letting it fall, causing the man to wince. "He steal my kill again. I'm killin' the both of ya'." He spat. Snatching up the dead snake, The man laughs as the dog licks under his chin.

The man and his dog trek through the woods. A glimmer catches his eye, and thank God for that. As it was the metal shine of a dagger singing through the air His body acted faster than his mind, his knees collapsing and the dagger pinning the cloth of his shoulder to a thick oak behind him.

The blood left his head gasping at what could have been his death four inches to the right.

"What're you doing here?" the hunter barks, marching out of the brush. He gawks, mouth wide, as the man grabs the handle, freeing his shoulder with ease, not even giving him a second glance.

"I wanted to gift you as a sort of thanks for saving me," he stammered. Extending a handful of berries.

The hunter snares and glances down at the handful of berries. "Elderberries."

"I'd be happy to share..."

"You'd die choking on your own vomit," he grunted, turning on his heel, leaving the man who shutters the berries tumbling out of his trembling fingers at the idea of almost dying if he wasn't so focused on thanking the hunter who saved him and Duck.

Tracking back to his campsite, he was tired and disheartened, marking on the map Xs on areas along the river he had searched. He let out a sigh, fondling the large paper and shoving it into his pack.

Red

He furrows his brows at a small pile of strawberries on a cloth. He huffs, having an idea of the culprit. Scooping up one from the pile, inspecting it, and popping the entire thing into his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes to savor the explosion of sweet flavor.

Untying a dead rabbit from one of his many traps around his camp, dog snatches it. Bowing and hoping to be chased. The dog lures him. The dog barks as he comes to a hill to see his owner waist-deep in the shallow waters. The hunter halts midstep, heat rushing to his face and his heart beating in his ears. Duck barks, startling Daryl as he tumbles forward, ending with a splash.

"Fuckin'," he groans from the ache in his tailbone and the hurt forming in his raw palms, desperately trying to stop his fall. His mud-caked bangs made him completely blind.

"You?"

"Damn it." Daryl hissed.

"Are you okay? That was quite a fall. Is anything broken?" Careful hands cradling under his chin. "I'm fine." He snaps quickly, marching out of the waterhole.

Now dressed, the man picks the debris with a pair of tweezers buried in the hunter's palm.

"Stop your fussing," he scolds, tightening his grip on Daryl’s hand when he tries to pull away.

Daryl finds himself bumping into the man (most of the time it was Dog finding him, luring the man and himself to each other).

He would never admit it, but he didn't mind the company.

"How 'bout you and Dog stay here?" he mumbles, finding his feet interesting. After a moment of silence, he wills his eyes to look at a smile. "Wipe that dumbass grin off your face."

"Is "the" Daryl Dixon asking me to move in with him?" He would grin even wider if it were possible.

"No, I'm tired of saving your ass from a walker, or a cyot, or some gang." He defends.

"And so if I stay at your camp, you'll protect me." He bats his lashes.

"Nevermind." He mumbles as he gathers his weapons.

"C'mon, I'm teasing."

"Hope a bear eats you." He snaps and marches off.

"I knew it! This was a set-up so you can take custody of Duck."

"It's not my fault the mutt likes me more." He answers. "Keep calling him Duck when he’s a Dog might have something to do with it."

"I was willing to trust a pretty face."

“Don't call me pretty."

"But you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Agree to disagree."

He turns, causing the man to stop mid-step. Face blank, he grins up at the Archer.

"You annoy the ever living shit outta me. Yea know that." He says it in his face.

"Yes, but I love you reminding me." He grabs his hand as a sort of safety measure when crossing a mud pit.Daryl couldn't help but smile.

They find an abandoned cabin, and after clearing it out, the man kills two walkers with ease.

"What?" he asks, catching the slack-jawed expression on the usually stoic hunter's face. Brushing the hair from his eyes and cleaning his knife on his pants.

"Nothing." He shrugs.

The man wakes the hunter, who has nightmares of his time at the sanctuary. Holding him close, running his hand through his hair has his strong arms gripping him like a lifeline.

Mornings of making breakfast and talking about their lives before. The man has been an actor in some children's shows for many years.

"The great magician Abra Kadab, very original, I know. I loved the kids."

"What happened?"

"Some paparazzi photos leaked of me and my boyfriend at the time at a bar."

"Why does that matter?"

"It was a very sensitive network. "Think of the kids". He mocks shock and horror.

"Then the world ended, so I hope those bastards are all dead." He shrugs with a smile.

In an abandoned cabin in the woods, Duck lays at the man’s feet as he watches the hunter fill up a bowl of stew in the fireplace. He places the bowl in front of him. Scooting a chair closer to the man.

"You need to put something on your stomach." He pushes the bowl closer. "I want you to take two bites, c'mon."

He stares until the man manages a small mouthful. The spoon clattered into his bowl. He exhales a breath, rolling his shoulders. His completion was pale, dark circles of sunken eyes.

"C’mere," he instructs. Unbuttoning his shirt, a patch on his chest over his heart. Peeling it off to show a perfect bite mark. A simple walk through the woods was something they did every day. The skin around it is beginning to turn pink. The man struggles but stands. Sidestepping from side to side Reaching for his arms, he tugged on them like noodles, but he didn't budge.

"Dance with me." He whines.

"Got bit on purpose. To have me all to yourself." He grumbles.

"I've caught me."

They dance by simply stepping left and right. Daryl kept a secure hold as his grip on his hand and shoulder slipped from time to time.

"Take care of, Dog."

"Thought he was Duck."

The man chuckles weakly. "I don’t think I’ll be around to correct you anymore."

"Don’t," he says, shaking his head. "Don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine," he assures, chewing on his lip.

"Yeah," he says, playing along. "We live out the rest of our days in this cabin. Two old men and a dog." He chuckles, his eyes heavy, leaning in to touch his nose with the hunter’s. Daryl chuckles, watching the man closely and finding himself pulled in, his lips meeting the corner of his mouth. Kissing the smile, the man hums, turning his head for a proper kiss.

Duck whines, sad eyes darting from Daryl, striking a pile of dirt and dumping it into a grave. The hunter grunts until the pile is gone, patting the earth flat. Letting a tear fall, staring at the unmarked grave, taking a breath, and looking over to the dog.

"Let's go, Duck.”

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #norman reedus #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl dixon x male oc

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toytanks · 9 months

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A BillFord shipper! We still exist!

Do you have and headcanons you'd like to share?

wow, another one of my kind! i thought we'd all gone extinct...

anyway headcanons, headcanons... i uh, honestly dont have that many haha 😅

for the most part i just take traits and play dress up with ford to see how he acts, but there are a few things i stick with (also im just gonna info dump here bc all of my friends think im cringe 😭)

ford is capital g Gay for bill even post-betrayal, (which i guess is kinda redundant to say since this is pretty much widely accepted billford fanon, but whos keeping track?) making ford just a little ball of regret and denial

as much as i love flat dreams by pengychan i just couldnt help making up my own backstory for bill. im not gonna recite the entire thing bc it constantly fluctuates and we'd be here all day, but the gist is that bill is a god of knowledge pre-dating jeheslbraum (that spelling was all vibes) and the axolotl but sorta like...rebirths himself as someone new every once in a while/whenever he dies

bill is also in love with ford, and he knows it but will never admit it bc idfk something something human emotions are beneath him? again the reasoning changes with my mood much like with fords entire existence

i do think that bill had to swoop in to save ford several times on the other side of the portal and them both just being like "lets agree that never happened"

i think that ford tattooed/marked himself with bill's image, but doesnt get rid of it (bc hes GAY) bc bill is absurdly territorial over the things he considers his- which includes ford -and all the demons/creatures that have even a slight idea of who bill is leaves ford the fuck alone out of fear of angering bill

thats all for now! theres definitely more running around in my mind but i cant think of any im dying to talk about rn. i hope this sated your curiosity! :)

#gravity falls #billford #bill cipher #ford pines #stanford pines #ask reply #my thoughts #the funny gay people in my head chase each other in circles like rabid dogs #cipher's squawks

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mustangs-flames · 1 year

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WHY IS MARK'S DAD SO MEAN TO HIM LIKE WHATS HIS WHOLE DEAL???? Also... Why did Hannah pick HIM as a husband, of ALL people (I kinda feel its her parent's fault) ????? Does this guy hate Sarah too?

Also im kinda scared to ask due to the possibility of it actually happening but like... Marks dad doesnt harm him physically, right?

Here's a rundown of info for why Mark's home life is the way it unfortunately is!

TW: Unhealthy and abusive relationships

During the time the story is set (1970s & 80s), mental health stigma for men is absolutely abysmal - Andrew (Mark's dad) never really recovered from his own parents dying in a car accident with a drunk driver weeks before he was due to graduate medical school.

Mark's dad works as an ER nurse, usually on triage and there's been some bizarre cases lately... things he's not been able to explain... and the odd dark thought he's had has become a chorus of them never leaving him alone, always there.

He was never like this before the fic was set. He adored his wife and son, they were his everything. It was only after the strange ER cases and the unknown arrival of a certain dormant alternate trapped in the television set at the Heathcliff home that everything started to go downhill. Mark only remembers his father being a horrible person because he's 4 when the verbal abuse began and the brain only starts forming solid memories at that developmental age. He wouldn't be aware of the good years that came before.

Andrew and Hannah were legitimately in love when they got married and Hannah still loves him in a way and he still loves her (but it's incredibly toxic and unhealthy now) - she knows something is wrong and most of the time when they're arguing in the other room it's over how Andrew has been behaving and how he needs help.

Hannah can't leave, because if she does it'll put her back in the hands of her parents which she doesn't want. She wasn't able to get out of their grasp like her brother Dave did and she certainly doesn't want to turn up to her strict religious parents' house saying she's getting a divorce. She may be scared of Andrew, but she's honestly more afraid of her parents - she remembers vividly what they put her brother through and is terrified they'll do the same to her or, god forbid, Mark.

Andrew doesn't hate Sarah, she was only 1 day old when the Incident happens so he never got to know her. Thankfully, she never got to know him.

Andrew is verbally abusive and not physically violent with Mark, but the events of the Incident itself (when Mark is 10) are violent and Mark does get hurt during the escalation whilst protecting Sarah. Thatcher's police report here covers how Mark was found though it doesn't go into extreme detail and this ER report lists Mark's injuries and mental state by the time he arrived there. It's the only time Mark is ever physically hurt by his dad. (TW: mild descriptions of child injury in those reports though before you click on them and descriptions of 2 dead bodies in Thatcher's report though they're not very detailed)

#hail true body au #htb mark #mustang answers!

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pitbullwithaship · 2 months

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DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S5 EP4

Y'all I miss David Tennant. Like Matt Smith is already great but I'm allowed to miss my current hyperfixation actor okay. Okay. But anyWHO I get to watch so much more Doctor Who even without him yay!

Pretty ambient sounds

Hello dude in the middle of a field with a kiss mark on his face

Oh hello who's here

Is this lady pretty I hope she is she gives pretty vibes

I love museums too Doctor

He's having a lot of fun saying it's all wrong lol

Ooh Home Box

Ooh old high gallifreyan on the Home Box cool mysterious

HELLO SWEETIE

OMG ITS RIVER HELLO RIVER I KNEW THE LADY WAS PRETTY

She's amazing

But also she would be dead Tardis or not that is basically instant death right there

InstaDeath, available now lol

Teaches him about his own ship

Blue Boringers!!

Yknow the "kheee hooo kheee hooo" noise

Aww Amy is hilarious and adorable

Hahahahaha

I love Amy

WEEPING ANGELS HELLO

Know I don't like to say they're asking for it but hey are asking for it

I love Amy lol

It's a DnD campaign that's why

Yknow I should put those pictures on my desktop I've heard people done that

Smells a book

Yeah I should totally make those my desktop wallpaper

I still maintain they would be less creepy if they had pupils

This is so fun

Aw smart Amy!! That was brilliant!

Okay what's in her eye y'all what's gonna happen

That's a lot of statues ugh

Oh is she in prison right now? That's not nice

It keeps being brought up what is in her eye!

IM SORRY THAT WAS GREY WEIRD SAND STUFF

She is good lol

Okay I'm guessing since we're following these soldiers so much they are gonna end up dying

Oof jump scare

Oof another jump scare

Do it scared and all that

Okay so those soldiers are dead then good to know my inferencing skills are strong as ever

Oh shit why don't the statues have two heads

This is scary

Oh shit can they like turn people into weeping angels too or something cuz why do they not have robes and stuff

Okay how is the dead person talking and telling Bob to see something that's creepy

Okay we know Bob's name so maybe he will die too he better not

Okay spoke too soon

Okay so they don't look like angels because they are dying

He doesn't sound scared how is he talking if he's dead

Oh dear

Dude stop guilt tripping the Doctor

Angel Bob lol

I KNEW THEY COULD TURN PEOPLE INTO ANGELS AMYS TURNING TO STONE I DO HAVE A BRAIN

Placebo affect

HEY SHES NOT STONE MAYBE I DONT HAVE A BRAIN

Jump!

OH MY GOD WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A CLIFFHANGER

#doctor who #liveblogging #11th doctor #matt smith #amy pond #river song #s5 ep4

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Nsfw ahead!!

*sopping wet from the rain, crawling over the threshold of your house*

Ozzy.ozzy look me in my eyes ozzy. Do you think sage uses his belt to tie MC's hands back ozzy. And then sits them in his lap. And theN-

Im gunna go find a well to crawl into and die now 🤡

-egg anon

[Lying but the rage is real] TUMBLR IF YOU DELETE THIS I STG I WILL DELETE MY BLOG

Also it is 2:15 as I try to post this rip my sleep schedule

Edited for typos

Egg this is what I imagine you look like

But like,, yknow,,, an egg

Anyways you’ve piqued my interest so let’s go!

GN!Reader, brief mention of alcohol (you’re at a tavern), straight up smut (kinks include: light bondage, public/outdoor, (slight) degradation + praise, brat/tamer dynamic, cum/creampie, possessiveness/jealousy, biting/marking), red text = Sage’s speech/POV, I was high as I wrote this so hopefully it's coherent

You like to be a brat sometimes.

Today had been hours and hours of running and fighting your way through the streets of Porrima, tracking a gang of bounties and apprehending them all by sundown. So much exercise has given you a little runner’s high, a pleasant tingle coursing all through your body as you and Sage head to the Runny Eye for a nightcap. You make your way to the usual booth while he saunters to the bartop to order. Your eyes are drawn to his swaying tail. It’s a little difficult to get a look at his ass when he’s wearing that crimson duster but when his tail curls in a particular way, you can get a glimpse of it.

God you wanna smack that right now.

For a few minutes you lose yourself to daydreams about the various ways you would tease and torture your favorite cat-eared mercenary. When you finally do snap back to reality, though, he still isn’t back. In fact he’s talking pleasantly to someone.

Well. Your need for chaos has been awoken.

Into the conversation you promptly insert yourself. By which I mean you slide between the two, blindly reaching back and curling your fingers through Sage’s belt loops. While you smile sweetly and introduce yourself as Sage’s partner/mate/whatever, you press Sage’s hips against your ass. His ears pin flat and you can hear him hiss softly in surprise. His hands reflexively grip your hips, but there’s no way he can make any kind of movement without making it obvious what you’re doing.

So he has to grit his teeth and bare it as you teasingly grind your ass against him. It doesn’t take long at all for his shaft - snuggled between your ass cheeks - to swell and press against you. You do your best not to laugh.

You find out this person is another sellsword who’s worked a few missions with Sage in the past. And that’s :) fun :) because now you can ask them to tell embarrassing stories about Sage. He’s not thrilled about this turn of events but he’s a little too preoccupied with the tightness in his pants to protest. The slight squeeze to your hips and the way his fangs lightly graze your skin when he goes to kiss your cheek tells you that you’ll probably be getting punished for this later

Well you might as well have fun with it, right?

So you keep subtly grinding up against him. His tail wraps around your upper leg, so high up that it brushes against your crotch. The tufted, soft, fluffy tip of his tail wags against your inner thighs. It nearly tickles. When you push back against him out of nowhere, or move your hips in a certain way, you can hear a whimper dying in his throat. Whenever you laugh at a particularly funny part of the other sellsword’s story, and your body shakes, Sage’s breath stutters.

But all too soon - though not soon enough for Sage - the other merc slams their drink back, settles their tab, bids you both goodnight, and takes off. And now you’ve got to deal with Sage on your own. Based on how.. eh… stiff he is (and the tiny relieved sigh you just barely manage to catch), you’d have to guess that he was about [ ] this close to bending you over the nearest table and fucking you then and there. You’re actually impressed he didn’t drag you away from the conversation earlier. But that just means he has something up his sleeve that’s too exciting for him to compromise on. You’re not sure whether you’re more anxious or excited.

Probably… probably excited….

Sage waves to the barkeep to put the drinks on his tab (luckily neither of you had more than a tankard of ale so the barkeep allows it) and drags you along. He keeps you squarely in front of him, holding you by the waist and steering you into the back alley.

You’ve been back here a few times in your friskier moments. It’s a fair bit dingy. The smell of liquor sits heavily in the air. The wall Sage pushes you up against is cold against your chest and cheek.

With one hand he grabs your wrists and holds them behind your back. With the other he undoes his belt. You can hear the tinkle of metal and sliding of leather and for a heart-leapping moment you think Sage is going to drop his pants right here and now.

But he doesn’t. Instead he expertly creates a pair of makeshift handcuffs, pulling the tail snug and creating a little leash of sorts for him to keep a hold of.

Once it’s secure he sets his free hand on your waist and leans around so he can see your face. “That alright?”

You tug testingly on the binding. It’s not tight enough to hurt or anything but definitely snug enough to keep you in place. You look back at him and nod, playfully wiggling your hands. “Yeah, ‘s fine.”

“Safeword?”

“Mm… sassafras!”

Sage hesitates for a moment. Hides a snicker in the back of your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you against his chest. Whether it’s because he’s amused or he's just having one of those random bursts of affection he gets, you aren’t sure. He rubs his cheek up against yours. Though his cock does rub up against you, you know it isn’t intentional. He’s scent-marking you. He does it every time you’re about to walk into the marketplace, since it’s usually so busy.

…. Oh.

Your heart is racing as he pulls away, keeping a firm hold of your little leash. He gives a little nudge to your shoulder.

“Walk.”

His voice is a low growl.

A shudder runs down your spine as you comply.

It’s not the first time you and Sage have experimented with bondage in public. Usually it’s more subtle under-the-clothes type stuff, and you take a longer route that keeps you away from any crowds. But this time, since it’s already kinda late and the marketplace is mostly empty, Sage directs you right through the heart of Porrima. You can feel your heart starting to thump faster and faster the more in the open you are. While the way you’re tied up isn’t explicitly sexual, anyone who sees you will know full and well what’s going on. Especially when Sage is whispering in your ear, his breath hot and wet as he purrs about how much fun he’s gonna have with you later, asking if he should just fuck you here and now since you seem so desperate for it. Those things combined makes you feel naked, and that makes your knees tremble.

You stumble more than once. Whenever that happens, Sage brings you to the nearest wall to lean against and checks in to ask if you want to keep going. Every single time you promise him you’re fine, smooching his cheek to reassure him.

It’s as you two reach the city square that you finally do run into someone. Worse, it’s someone you know - a vendor from the market that you’re friendly with. Sometimes you run errands for them, and they give you discounts in return.

If they do notice the lowkey fetish play going on, they don’t comment. Sage immediately steps closer to you, chest brushing against your back, so maybe they didn’t see the cuffs? Either way you try to act as casually as possible while unable to ignore the heat in your cheeks.

You and this vendor have a bit of a playfully flirtatious relationship. You both know it means nothing. So does Sage (you’d obviously told him about it to ask if he was alright with it. Given how often he playfully flirts with Felix as a joke, he really doesn’t mind if you have a little fun). But when you hear the low growl rumbling through his chest and feel how he pulls you a little closer against him, you know he’s jealous.

…. >:)

You flirt back a bit. It’s hard to keep your voice level though with the way Sage is discreetly rubbing your sides. Again, it’s nothing explicitly sexual, but you squirm regardless.

Luckily you only need to hold out for a few minutes before your friend bids you and Sage both goodnight and goes on their merry way.

When you glance back at Sage, his eyes are dark. At first you think it might genuinely be anger, but then his tail drags up your torso and fluffs against the bottom of your chin and you realize it’s lust.

… Haha :) You’re in danger :)

While most of the Griefer’s old hideouts are underneath the city, there are a few out in the open; abandoned buildings that hold secret doors and that sorta thing. You’ve been to a few of them. This time Sage brings you to a little courtyard that you can only see by stepping on a specific rock. It’s simple and small has been left behind to be ravaged by time, vines growing along the stonework and a tree blossoming in the center of a cement ring. The ring is wide enough - and has a flat top - to serve as a makeshift bench.

Sage hasn’t spoken a word during this entire little fieldtrip. You’ve tried to goad him a bit - asking him what it is he’s planning and how long you have to wait and that sorta thing - but the most you’ve gotten for your efforts is some growling and a few snaps of his fangs against your neck and shoulder. Are you more scared or horny?

…… probably horny.

Sage hesitates for a long moment once you reach the threshold of the plaza, keeping one hand on your waist and resting the other on the pommel of his sword. His ears swivel to and fro and his nose twitches slightly when he sniffs the air as he scans for intruders.

You take the momentary distraction as an opportunity to stick your tongue out and lick his cheek.

His tail flicks in surprise, his grip on you tightening for a moment as you break his concentration. Though he’s trying to play the part of the unrelenting dominant, he can’t help but break into a laugh. “What the hells was that for?”

“I missed your cute smile. It makes me happy.”

His laughter quickly trails off to a barely-audible whimper of embarrassment, ears pinning against his hair as his cheeks heat up. He looks away but you can hear the smile in his voice. “...brat.”

You hum in agreement, leaning your head back to rub your cheek against his. His purr seems to roll through your body, settling your nerves and letting the heat of your excitement flutter pleasantly through you.

Sage leads you over to the stone circle and sits down, spinning you around so you’re facing him and pulling you onto his lap. Your legs are spread on either side of his hips, and your groin is rubbing against his erection. You let out a low moan and immediately try to rock against him for friction, but he quickly grips your hips to hold you in place. When you let out a complaining whine he bares his fangs in a grin.

Did you forget this was a punishment? Of course you did. It’s cute how excited you get whenever he teases you. He uses one hand to keep you in place and the other to slowly drag your top (and bra/binder if you have one) up your torso so he can see your naked skin. He looks up at you and leans forward to nip playfully at your chest. Aw, do you wanna touch him? Too bad you’re all tied up :3 It’s a punishment after all. But maybe you can convince him…

:) Luckily you know you have a skilled tongue.

Sage helps you to your knees, unzipping his pants but leaving them still on. Ugh, he just wants to see you struggle. You consider sticking your tongue out at him but decide not to push your luck. Not yet, anyways. So you put on your determined face and use your teeth to ineffectually try to pull his pants down.

It only takes a minute or two for Sage to get his giggles out before he relents and helps you out, wiggling out of his pants and boxers. You take the chance to snuggle up to his inner thigh, ignoring his little cat-like beep of surprise as your cheek presses against him.

Then he chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. Fuck, it’s so hot when you’re all needy for him. You must wanna get off so bad to be dropping to your knees out in the open like that. Aren’t you worried about getting caught? Or are you really that eager for his cock that you just don’t care?

When you look up at him, it’s like being trapped in amber. The heat burning through your body makes you feel light-headed. It’s even worse when his cock practically touches your nose. He’s clearly been leaking precum for a little bit, and some of it drools lazily from the tip and towards the floor. You’re quick enough to bend down and catch it on your tongue, then lean up and open your mouth wide to take the first two or three inches of his shaft. You suck and bob your head back and forth a few times until you’ve got a decent amount of precum in your mouth. Then slip off him with a pop and open your mouth so he can see. Then swallow. Then open your mouth again so he can see you didn’t waste any of it.

…. Fuck. Sage’s face is red and he’s panting as he tugs on your hair, pulling you to your feet and into a needy, passionate kiss.

Your wrists strain against the belt as you impulsively try to reach for him, letting out a little grunt of frustration as you realize you can’t scratch behind his ears in that special way that always makes him purr. The pang of helplessness you feel only pushes you to press your body up impatiently against his, straddling his left thigh.

He quickly breaks the kiss in favor of grabbing your hips and lifting you off his leg, leaving you squirming and bitching in frustration. He’s panting pretty heavily himself as he spreads your legs once again, leaving you prone and vulnerable and writhing for his touch.

And that’s exactly how he wants you. He slowly starts trailing his middle finger up and down your crotch. It’s just warm enough for you to feel through your bottoms but not nearly enough to help you get off. Your whine of frustration makes his ears quiver. That’s it, baby, that’s what he wants from you. He wants you to beg for him. Tell him how much you need him - his cock - his cum - inside you. You’re his and he’s gonna remind you of that.

It doesn’t take much to convince him, of course. All you really have to do is give him a needy look and whimper out his name and he’s pulling you against his chest, biting at your neck and collarbones and shoulders as he works to get your bottoms off. You wriggle against your makeshift handcuffs in some vain attempt to help.

He pauses - as always - at your entrance (whether it be his cock pressed against you or his fingers, lubed by the little tube he carries around in his pocket and ready to stretch you out) and looks up at you expectantly.

It takes you several long moments to notice, but when you do you perk up slightly to show him you’re in enough control of yourself to properly keep going. “B-banana!”

He hums in approval, nipping and leaving an array of hickeys on your collar bones where you’re particularly sensitive. Then slowly pushes inside you, eyes fluttering closed as he gradually guides you down. It takes a minute for your ass to finally meet the tops of his thighs, and you both make noises - you grunt and he hisses. You can feel yourself throb around him and him throb inside of you and that’s nearly enough to make you cum then and there. The only reason you don’t is because you don’t want it to be over yet.

Sage is having a similar problem. For a minute or two he just closes his eyes and tries to settle down. You’ve been teasing him all day with the running and fighting and close contact, and obviously everything that went down at the tavern. He doesn’t wanna cum too early. So he just keeps speckling you with kisses and bites, sliding one hand between you two and running his fingers teasingly up and down your sex while being careful not to rock his hips. Gods he nearly forgot how amazing it feels to be inside you. You’re absolutely perfect. And no one else gets to touch you like this. You’re all his.

Once you both manage to settle down a little bit, he relaxes his hold on your hips and reminds you this is still a punishment. You’ll have to work for his cum.

It’s a massive challenge without the use of your hands but Sage is kind enough to help you keep your balance as you rock your hips back and forth. It’s a lot of work. You’re gonna run out of core strength soon. You squeak this out to Sage in between whines and whimpers.

Of course he already knew this would happen. He gives your ass a light spank and finally pulls away from your throat and leaves a mess of pinkening hickeys in his wake. You’re so eager to fuck him, huh? It’s so fucking cute… no one else could get you this turned on, right? Of course not. Because you’re his. He finally starts to bounce you up and down his shaft, your ass clapping against his thighs and wet squelches filling the air as you two fall into an eager rhythm. Fuck you take his cock so well. You were made to take his cock, weren’t you baby? Of course you were. You’re his, and he’s yours, and he’s not gonna let anyone take you away. So moan for him. Doesn’t matter if somebody is walking by and overhears. In fact, Sage wants people to hear you screaming his name, wants everyone to know just how good you’re getting it. Because you’re his, right? He drills his hips into you like he’s planning on literally pounding the answer into your head.

He needs to hear you scream his name.

So. Well. you do. You let your head fall back and your back arch and your toes curl and your wrists strain and your fists clench and cry out for him as the pleasure hits you hard enough to make your ears pop. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts for him to press as firmly against you as he can, pouring his hot cum deep inside and wrapping himself around your body like he has to lay claim to every inch.

And for an eternity you two are lost in the sensation of each other.

But that moment, as all of them do, eventually crumbles away into the next. Exhaustion and soreness starts to trickle into your awareness. Sage whispers endless praise against your skin - "you did such a good job, he’s so proud of you, fuck he can’t get over how hot you are with his cock nestled inside you and your face all cum-drunk" - and slowly helps you slump against him.

His fingertips seem to tingle as he tries to undo the handcuffs. It takes a few times for him to actually be able to do it, slowly and carefully unwinding it before setting it to the side. Then he gently grabs both of your hands so he can study your wrists. The skin is clearly irritated from rubbing against the leather of the belt (which doesn’t come as a surprise, considering it has no proper padding) but it should fade in a day or two. There’s medicine back at Fathom if you need it. But all the same he brushes his lips gently along the insides of your wrists and looks up at you. His eyes are bright and warm and soft, and he’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe. To him, you are. “You okay?”

“‘M… ‘m good…” you pant back. You're still a little too fucked-out to make big words. You shudder when he slowly pulls his softening cock out of you. It takes much longer that you’d have expected for you to feel his cum slowly leaking out. You half-consider catching some on your finger and licking it off just to tease him again, but you don’t have another round in you. “Y…you?”

He purrs softly in agreement. Gods he’s so warm. It’d be so… easy…. To fall… asleep… and yo…u… kn…o…w Sage… would c…arry y…ou… … …

Sage is watching as you drift into sleep, hands still feebly gripping his arms. He smiles softly and carefully stands up, half-assedly dressing himself with one hand while balancing you in the other. He doesn’t even bother putting his jacket on, instead just wrapping you up in it so he doesn’t have to fumble with your pants. Then he finally starts to walk back to Fathom, a satisfied sway in every swish of his tail.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #fren asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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kingdoms-and-empires · 2 years

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Lol bunking off the artillery ask, so we can be a completely deranged sociopath queen and (assuming we keep our capabilities on the ruling part) still rise to sit cozily on our blood soaked throne? Dang that's rad 😈

I hate it when stories punish the MC for being ruthless or crazy. Like it so obviously makes it so you have a "bad" ending. Ruthlessness is a quality that isn't expressly malicious in intent. People like Remiel don't wake up going "Mhm, it smells like a beautiful morning to go sicko mode and ruin the lives of others!" Its more like "Ah shit, lets see...whats the best way to get what i want and return the best investment for my effort?"

Ruthless characters in history have always existed and have been successful. Julius Caesar (you know him), Cao Cao (one of the warlords of the Three Kingdoms era), Augustus (first Roman Emperor), Qin Shi Huang (First Unifier of China), and Napoleon Bonaparte (Emperor of France and possibly last historical figure to stand with the men above.)

Is this something only linked with men? Fuuuuuck no. Lemme list some women up in here.

Wu Zetian The only Empress in China's 3,000-long history

Her reign was one of the more successful ones that economically benefited the country, militarily expanded the borders, and had an all-male harem for her own pleasure...home girl died at 81 after ruling for more than half a century.

Catherine the Great, Russian monarch who helped modernize her empire and even introduced vaccination to her people by being the first to try it out.

Hatshepsut, a female Pharoah of Egypt who put all the guys in her generation to shame. She launched a successful invasion, went on a building spree that following pharaohs would try to take credit for, and established new trading routes before dying in 1458 B.C. THATS 3,480 YEARS AGO!!!!! Give or take, i suck at math

Olympias, mother of Alexander the Great. Ima be honest. There wouldn't be an Alex if his momma didn't Game of Thrones the shit outta everyone else. She, "insisted she had a dream just before Alexander’s conception where a thunderbolt ignited her womb with an enormous fire." Supernatural street cred, check. She and her husband Philip II were fighting, baaaadly. So Philip married another girl and oh there popped a new baby boy! This of course meant a rival to our Alex since the baby was a full Macedonian. Now, I'm not saying Olympias killed her husband, buuuuut lets say she was quick with the aftermath. She immediately assassinated Alexander's half siblings, including the newborn baby boy, forced their mother to kill herself, destroyed the rival family, and then said, "Fuck it, it was true, I cheated on my husband WITH ZEUS!" Oh god and that's not even all..when her son Alexander finally did die, guess what she did. She marched on macedon with an army. And when an enemy army lined up against hers, she rode out, said "Im Alexander the great's mom, how bout dat?" and they joined her side instead. THEN with this new double army, she finished up killing another rival of hers; the queen famously sent Adea Eurydice a cup of poison, a noose, and a sword…then told her to choose how she would die. Eurydice chose to hang.

And of course Cleopatra, the one who banged Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony...that also spoke no less than nine languages, and possibly upwards of 12, who was also an author. She wrote a medicinal and pharmacological book called Cosmetics which included, amongst other things, remedies for male pattern baldness and dandruff. (I'm looking at Julius and Anthony...) She killed her brother and sister to consolidate her throne, led a fleet, and revitalized an Egypt that was in the down turn until her death.

Hope ive proven that ruthlessness, something all these ladies had to have in order to survive in a world where men traditional held power, is not the shoe in "bad trait" to have that modern writers portray it as.

#kingdomsandempires #questions #choicescript #choice of games #interactive fiction

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hollisiguess · 2 months

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I’m probably gonna write smthg so here’s a lil context for a not really but sort of school au fic of genshin im planning on writing cause I wanna know if people are interested in it and I’m dying to share this au lol :)

The gods are still the gods but all are undercover (so they technically changed their name and appearance but im pretending their god name was the name they went by and they changed their name and for appearance they changed into the appearances were familiar with but like in modern format) as times have changed and people started revolting against those with visions and the gods

Ventis god name and what he used to go by is Barbatos. Also Kaeya knows he’s Barbatos as the two met before the school was made and one drunk night the two of them told eachother everything and after some healing they stayed besties.

Zhongli god name and what he used to go by is Morax or Rex Lapis. No one knows he’s Morax but he can sense smthg familiar in Xiao

Eis god name and what she used to go by is Baal or Beezelbub. No one actually knows she’s Ei.

Nahida god name or what she used to be called was Kusanali (also she presents as a young adult in this au but like she’s sort of in Ventis situation where everyone thinks she’s younger then she’s presenting so people usually don’t believe the two when they say their in the college part of the school). No one knows she Kusanali.

Also only these 4 gods go to the school this is set in as they wanted to have a hand in trying to protect and comfort nowaday vision holders for reasons that will be explained later in this description. Sophia Murata, Tsaritsa and Focalor exist just their not here as is none of Fontaine cause I love them but I don’t want to drive myself insane with a huge huge cast UP TILL SUMERU IS ENOUGH (I would have stopped at liyue but d’enduro needs to exist-)

The Tsaritsa has also ordered the fatui (which still exists but it’s like a cult/gang now) to hide their visions when not in Snezhnaya which is still very unregulated but ofc Childe and Scara got caught in Inazuma and Litue respectively lol.

The gods had to lose touch with one another when they went undercover as to make it so if one gets found out the others won’t be outed as well.

Same goes for the adepti + Yae Miko + Scara who needed to cut ties with the gods and themselves no matter how hard for some *cough* Miko *cough* *cough* Ei *cough* + *cough* Venti *cough* *cough* Xiao *cough*

Yae Miko just goes by Miko which at first Ei didn’t question upon arriving at the school (as it’s not to rare to meet people with similar names) but upon meeting Miko irl she started suspecting this was her Miko. What confirmed it was one day she saw Miko transform out of her fox form when she thought no one was around. So Ei knows Miko is Yae Miko but hasn’t told her as the danger of getting found out kept increasing so she is using the most self control she ever has

In this ah Xiao only changed his name from Alatus to Xiao during this whole hiding period so his name is still Xiao. He also used to almost always wear his mask before going into hiding but when the decision to go into hiding he decided to remove his mask as no one knew what he looked like under his mask. He also covers up the markings on his arms those who catch a glimpse of the markings he’ll tell them they’re just tattoos. No one knows he’s Xiao however he has sneaking suspicions about Venti being Barbatos after hearing him play flute one night.

Scaramouche before going into hiding still went by Kunikuzushi but now he goes by Scaramouche orWanderer now and even he has to agree to the plan. Before going into hiding he still looked like how he did when what he did when in game he was Kunikuzushi so he just changed up his look to that of Wanderer in game. No one knows he’s Scara but he feels smthg is off with Ei and she feels the same about him.

In this au Ganyu and Yan fei are full adepti so they two went into hiding

Ganyu goes by Coco ( I had to ok)now she also cut her hair shorter not super short but shorter like till her shoulders and died it light blue (let’s pretend she had brown hair originally cause I can’t imagine her with other hair colors 💀). No one knows she’s Ganyu

Yanfei is just Fei now wanting to hold on a but to her past also let’s pretend she too had brown hair so we can say she dyed it pink cause once again I can’t picture her without the pink lol. She still styles it the same no one knows she’s Yan fei

The characters go to Teyvats School of Visions Holders (or TSOVH) the last place on Teyvat for vision holders. The reaosn it’s the last place is people without visions started to be scared of those with visions as time progressed bc what they could do defied all science so vision holders started being outcasted. And when I say all the charcters go to TSOVH no one has a choice. It’s government mandated in an attempt to “protect the masses from these dangerous creautures”. This is just an extra thing to explain why poeple don’t figure out the adepti immediately with their animal traits in this au only vision holders have animalistic traits and being born with them is a sure fire sign that the person will be a Vision holder in the future plus it’s adds to peoples fear of vision holders for their “animalistic nature”.

TSOVH (as the school is known as) does all ages of education even going up to university but even then vision holders are not allowed to return to their families as after graduation they are expected to stay in the dorm building as they are seen as two dangerous to be let out to the public so essentially from the moment they recieve a vision and onward they’ll be living with the same people (unless they make a transfer to another dorm to be with a loved one, well romantic loved one) until they die. This isn’t a problem overpopulation wise as there are a very very few people with visions. Luckily tho TSOVH is free as the government is cruel but those close to vision holders still fought to make it free so vision holders wouldn’t straight up die. As well it’s essentially a fancy prison and if u make people pay rent to stay there there is going to be a revolution tayts sure.

Vision holders are legally speaking allowed to take most jobs (not anything In health however) but it is extremely difficult. Even an excellent lawyer like Yanfei would most not likely be able to be an actual lawyer. This leaves most to become cashiers (Be aware I have nothing against cashiers this is just one of the few jobs they can have I’m not saying being a cashier is bad let me be clear on that lol) or other low paying jobs are the only ones available for them and even then it’s never a garuntee.

The school is sectioned into diffrent groups based on ur vision so there’s the anemo dorm, geo dorm etc etc but the diffrent dorms do inter mix for classes taht are non vision related

TSOVH has representatives and vice representatives per dorm in the university section, the main reps are:

Jean of the anemo dorm, Ningguang of the geo dorm, Cyno of the electro dorm, Ayato of the hydro dorm, Ayaka of the cryo dorm, Alhaitham of the dendro dorm and Fei/ Yanfei of the pyro dorm

The vice reps are:

Heizou , Gorou, Sara, Kokomi, Tighnari and Dehya

The traveller’s have a special case where as they’re able to use all elements so they were allowed to pick their dorm Aether picked Anemo and Lumine pyro cause they both decided chaos is great in two very different fonts

This is the first year TSOHV is fictional so most characters don’t know each other there are some but they’ll be quickly revealed also other then Xiaoven and Eimiko who had a thing in the past taht may or may not be reignited here

Oh I also feel it’s important to mention I most likely will be writing some homophobia, definitely some internalized homophobia, and maybe (maybe) some misogyny (ALL OF WHICH WILL BE WRITTEN IN A WAY THAT MAKES UT CLEAR THIS AINT GOOD BTW) in this as I’ve decided that the church of Barbatos became extremely extremely conservative and spun a whole bunch of tales Venti never even came close to saying to add a bit of spice the fic and some extra wtf is my god and wtf is happening idk what to do for some unamed characters that you’ll probably be able to guess by this description alone lol

Uhm ya that’s the basics of the au I’ve also got some plans for the fanfic Im gonna write which is gonna be like mixed style wise some parts may be like a chatfic and others like a regular fic. Also this is will be my first fic if i do end up writing it so don’t expect me to be a god tier author. And I’m sorry but updates will be super random just whenever I have motivation and time like idk when the first chapter will be up or how it will be set up however I already know how one ships confession is gonna work so be aware this is gonna be all over the place but I’ll try my best to be cohesive! If u are interested in this mess then welcome aboard (I’m so sorry for phrasing it like that lmao-) and hope you’ll have fun reading it once it’s out (on ao3 btw)!

Anyways have a great day/night!

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