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hekateinhell · 7 months

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Tell me abt preggers armand please. I have a fic im working on and need 2 hear other peoples opinions on this topic 😈

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okay so first of all i'm so upset i didn't see this ask until i checked my askbox on my phone which i almost NEVER do anymore since i'm getting old and prefer to just answer things via laptop where i can keyboard smash at full capacity raw and unfiltered but like MY DMS ARE OPEN I'M NOT ALWAYS THE FASTEST RESPONDER BECAUSE I'M IN GRAD SCHOOL AND LIFE AND WHATEVER BUT I DON'T TRUST TUMBLR ANYMORE BECAUSE I DIDN'T SEE THIS UNTIL YESTERDAY ON DESKTOP TUMBLR PLS DON'T DEPRIVE ME OF MY PEOPLE

now that that's out of the way:

it depends! you have to be more specific, like are we talking vampires? human AU? BECAUSE I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR EACH

canon verse/vampire:

don't ask me to explain the science or whatever lol i don't care, i just skip to the pregnancy part!

i think armand would be SO FUCKING FERAL and defensive, like he's lost so much and been so traumatized in so many ways, the idea of anything happening to his baby would have him in full gremlin mode. imagine a feral cat hissing and spitting and clawing and biting (not for food but for violence)!

on the other hand, he'd be obsessively bonded to his baby daddy (daddies, if there's multiple babies). he is not letting them out of his sight (i default to lestat here LMAO listen i want them to knock each other up so bad--separate universes obviously)

HE WOULD NEST SO FUCKING HARD!!! i was going to say i apologize for my brain but then i realized that i don't actually but i want him to nest on a pile of lestat's clothes and give birth right there like a fucking cat 🥹

ALTERNATIVELY THOUGH: i also had this idea that's like louis impregnates lestat and armand at the same time and they get to go through their pregnancies together and it's every bit as horny, hellish, and sweet as you'd imagine 🫶🏻 i've said it before and i'll say it again--lestat would be the WORST pregnant person ever dead or alive!!

now for human AUs:

i guess my thoughts here primarily but not exclusively exist within the same universe as I Feel You (sorry idk if you read that fic but tl;dr- IT'S PWP OF TRANS!ARMAND 2/3RDS OF THE WAY INTO GETTING A TRAIN RUN ON HIM BY HIS BOYFRIENDS LESTAT, LOUIS, AND DANIEL AND HE'S YOUNG DUMB AND FULL OF CUM SO YOU KNOW IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HE'S GOTTA PEE ON A STICK RIP BOYS)

i think each of his boyfriends would handle the whole thing differently! lestat would be so over the moon because he's careless (clearly) but also so damaged from his own childhood he would just see it as a chance for a do-over, reality and responsibility be damned. lestat's on sex and backrub duty, and he's good at it (the backrubs i mean, sex is a 50/50 but you know what, at least he's enthusiastic and good at manhandling armand so that's 70% of it right now and the 30% is absolutely ridiculous horny pregnancy hormones)

louis panics internally as he immediately starts creating a spreadsheet of their finances. outwardly though, he's very calm and supportive and he's the one who's most able to comfort armand the most and settle him down during his crazy mood swings. armand basically lives in louis's baggy sweaters during the last trimester

daniel panics outwardly (listen LOL the whole premise of Our House is that human!daniel molloy is not ready for children and i find it hard to budge from that mindset, but he could ease into the Cool Uncle role quite nicely). he handles distractions and food cravings, and he might not be down to be a dad yet but he does buy very thoughtful and sentimental baby gifts every now and then that make armand tear up

i was gonna add mermaid AU thoughts but then i remembered armand's laying eggs instead (he's feral during that whole process too so i guess it's similar to the vampire version. i just love him so much okay!!!)

OH ONE LAST VERY IMPORTANT THING

pregnant!armand fics on ao3 I'M CRAZY ABOUT AND HAVE REREAD AT LEAST 10 TIMES:

shelter by @rainbowcarousels

it must be the clouds in my eyes and everything in that series by @its-ness-ness

#the target audience for this post is me and like 3 other people the rest of you move along #mpreg #you ask and hekate answers #pregnant!armand #fic recs #vc

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dragonwritersblog · 5 months

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5+1 AU Characters as Taylor Swift Songs

I got bored yesterday and my ADHD + my swiftie brain decided to put together what says would go together with the characters of my fic. This was mostly done for fun but if you know the meanings behind these songs, I'm going to enjoy feasting on your suffering 😈

Here's the link to my fic here if you haven't read it yet.

Pomni/Penny: Mirrorball

And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try

I thought this song best fit Pomni/Penny due to her complicated relationship with her dad and how that affected her as a person, always trying to do her best despite what's thrown at her, even if it hurts her in the process and she doesn't know why.

Jax/Jack: This Is Me Trying

Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say. But I'm here in your doorway I just wanted you to know. That this is me trying

I mean, I think its kinda obvious (cough cough chapter 5 cough cough). Jax/Jack went through a lot as a kid before he moved in with Winter and the Alvarez's and yes while he's hurting, he wants to heal but as ya'll know, relapses happen. But he'll always keep trying.

Riley: Karma

Karma's gonna track you down. Step by step, from town to town. Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

I had fun with this one. As ya'll know, Riley is quite protective over those she cares about (she's also an FBI agent so if you hurt Penny you probably won't be seen the next day). Riley is always gonna make sure that those who decide to fuck around are gonna find out. After all, karma is a bitch.

Winter: 22

You don't know about me but I'll bet you want to. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22

Ah Winter, my sassy lesbian queen. Winter has always been fun to write due to how positive and fun she is. Teasing Jack, being lovey dovey with Riley and hyping up Penny as well. She would be one of those people who throw the wildest parties and dread cleaning up the next day, but doesn't care as long as she and others are having fun.

Amber: Tolerate It

Lay the table with the fancy shit. And watch you tolerate it

Amber, mother of two and the ex of the man that everyone in discord wants dead. This reflects what her marriage to David was like and her releasing how awful he was after they divorced. Amber is a strong and protective mother bear, but she was hurt first emotionally to become that strong. Sometimes there will be moments will break, but she always picks herself back up for her girls, David forgotten at the back of her mind for their sake.

~okay let's focus on some duo/trio songs~

Pomni/Penny & Jax/Jack: Wildest Dreams

Say you'll remember me. Standin' in a nice dress. Starin' at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you'll see me again. Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Come on, are you really surprised? It's the title of the last chapter and basically this fic's theme! Even if they don't realise who each other are, there memories stay in their dreams and their shown just how beautiful their love was!!!!

Riley & Winter: Paper Rings

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh-huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want

Let's go! Let's go lesbians let's go!!! The yuri deserve a nice lovey dovey song. These two are just so sweet with one another and the reason why Jack and Penny got together (much to Riley's disappointment lol) and they deserve all the happiness. And yes this song was in their wedding playlist.

Pomni/Penny & Riley: Safe and Sound

No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound

This song is definitely a parallel of Penny and Riley's sisterhood, especially growing up with David still in the picture. Riley doing her job as an older sister, shielding her little sister whenever David wanted to target her with his verbal abuse. Riley hates every fibre of her father's being, it only got worse after he involved Penny in the car accident. No matter what, even as adults, Riley will always protect her baby sister from everything...until the day she couldn't.

Winter & Jax/Jack: The Best Day

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out. He's better than I am I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run. And I had the best days with you

This was how Winter viewed her and Jack when he moved in with her family. Jack is and always will be her little brother, even if they aren't blood related. She and her family give him the life he didn't and the space to thrive, and neither she or Jack would trade it for the world even after all these years.

Pomni/Penny & Amber: Bigger Than The Whole Sky

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You were bigger than the whole sky

Hehe ya'll gonna hate me for this one. But yeah, after Penny went missing, it hit Amber like a freight train. Penny was her baby, she watched her daughter go through hell and back, and helped with her healing, watched her fall in love, comforted her through her heartbreak and the next day she disappeared, and no one can find her. She grieves her daughter every day, as though she truly passed away. She and Penny had a relationship like no other, there's nothing stronger than a mother's love for her child.

Riley & Amber: Dear Reader

The greatest of luxuries is your secrets. Dear reader, when you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss. Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

While Amber loves Penny, never once did she neglect Riley or see her problems as inferior. She loves both her babies more than anything. But she can tell that Riley has gone through a lot, watching her father grow apart from her and seeing her little sister get hurt over and over again. This song is kinda reminiscent of chapter 3 (with Amber reassuring Riley that she's not wrong to feel upset with her dad), but also Amber teaching Riley what she knows and so she doesn't make the same mistakes as she did.

Amber & Riley & Pomni/Penny: Never Grow Up

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up. Don't you ever grow up. Just stay this little. Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up. Don't you ever grow up. It could stay this simple

Let's end it off bittersweet with our three girls. This is reminiscing over her daughters, more so the good moments of their childhood (David isn't in these memories which isn't a surprise). It kind of hits Amber when she sees her girls all grown up and living their own lives, just how far they've come since they were kids. She gave birth to them, helped them take their first steps, cried at their first words, dropped them off both at their first days at school, teasing Riley over her first crush on a girl, comforting and spending each day Penny was in hospital after the accident, letting them cry in her shoulder over David leaving, reassured Riley that she wasn't abandoning Penny once the older of the two left for college, helped Penny overcome her eating habits, watched her girls fall in love. It leaves her tearful and proud of how much they've grown.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, and keep an eye out for my next funnybunny fic on ao3 and tumblr called 'Royally Screwed'. It's a royal AU based on the ideas and art of one of my friends on discord and I hope ya'll like it when it comes out!

#the amazing digital circus #funnybunny #5+1 au #jax #human!jax #pomni #human!pomni #original female characters #ragatha #zooble #gangle #kinger #caine #bubble #dragon rambles

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simp41ida · 1 year

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Hi uh you're probably swamped with requests so like make sure you're taking care of urself! Uh and noise and smell sensitive enby reader x hisoka please? Like for noise if the noise is loud enough the reader will experience physical pain for hour's and for smell the reader would double over if the smell is bad enough? Sorry if I'm requesting too much I just would like to see a reader with my issues 🙂

warnings

notes: i am swamped with requests ;) there are like fourteen in my inbox 🤭 but it’s okay because i said that i’m a slow writer in my bio so they can’t say i didn’t warn them 😈anyways i can definitely do this :)) also you can request as much as you need 👍

he probably has no clue how it’s happening whatsoever

but if you explain, he’ll retain that information like it’s the secret krabby patty formula or something

he’s super weird so he’d probably test it or something

(like a weirdo)

anyways he’ll probably buy you earplugs for the noise

(a genius weirdo)

and he’ll steal you a clothespin for your nose if worst comes to worst

(not as smart but still smart)

he’ll try to avoid loud sounds or smells before they even happen in the first place

his thought process is something like “eradicate the problem's origin before it worsens”

it’s a great thing he’s smart i guess

this is because whenever something is going to happen is just magically doesn’t end up happening??

who even know who could’ve possibly done this

or how??

that is for him to know and for you to never find out

what happens in the forest stays in the forest is what he likes to say when you ask him

on the off chance that a noise or smell is bad enough though

first he’ll internally think about what he can do to “alter the outcome next time”

then he’ll rush to your side and bring you somewhere he knows is safe

you won’t have to worry about a single thing for the next 24-48 hours

only about the fact that your safe now and that he’s trying his best to keep you safe ❤️

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leeha225 · 1 year

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾PINK TINT☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ (2)

Hyunjin×Fem reader

⚠genre⚠: fluff, college scenario, teacher student relationship, maybe forbidden love, red strings attached, very very veryyyy sugar sweet, yet smut says Hi😈

Synopsis: Final year of art school and you still don't know what to do in life. Everything takes a turn when he stepped in, for better or worst. Worst is interesting sometimes. Make my rules sounds nice but feelings never lie.

(a/n: it's all fiction people no hate!!!!)

Warm cup of tea for the day, wrapping her hands around it for heat radiate through her skin, she looked out her apartment window. Evening sun set painting the sky with an array of colors. Wind blew fluttering her art material set for her now due assignment. Since it was the last year attending class everyday wasn't necessary and y/n being the best student never needed so.

Taking a sip of her tea, y/n sat over at her table and took a sheet of paper out. To warm up her hands, she quickly did a rough sketch of anything she thought of. Her pencil like it were possessed drew her pulsing emotions... A boy... No a man.... No... Hwang Hyunjin.

Y/n drew the very view she admired, his gentle smile with the cute crescent curve of his eyes. Looking at it made her flush up again, putting away the drawing quickly, y/n went over to start yer assignment.

Half way through her assignment with the base sketch, her phone vibrated on the table with a low buzz. It was Chungha.

C:Heeyyyyyyyy🤩

Y/n: ola amigo~✋

C: The university is hosting an Art exhibition and Mr K asked if you want to donate any of your paintings!!!

Y/n: I don't have anything exhibition-able

C: Then make one... You have time till next month. He asked you to come tomorrow.

Y/n: okay 😪

C: Seeeeya😎 Good luck 🤗

Y/n had to know the details about the exhibition, rushing up to the office, she couldn't help but feel excited. This was an amazing opportunity for her chance to Paris. Maybe she could even earn money if anyone bought her piece.

"Mr K?" Y/n knocked softly at his cabin door.

"Come in" Inside were decorated with old and new paintings, several paintings stacked in boxes at the side, well yes the place was rubbish but... Colorful.

"Ahhh Y/n, I was expecting you... Come with me" Y/n followed Mr K out to another cabin, to find a junior staff going through few sketches.

"Ms U this is y/n one of my best students" Brief greetings. "She wants to participate in the art exhibition donating some of her artworks"

"Do have anything that you would like to present?" The young woman maybe in her 20s spoke softly with a smile.

"Um... I was thinking since I have one month time, could paint a new one?" Fiddling with the hem of her blouse, y/n felt a sudden break of cold sweat.

"Well the thing is that we have to put up the artworks on the brochure and that has to be sent everywhere"

"O-oh... But I don't have any-"

"Let it be a mystery piece" Y/n jolted at the voice from behind, it was Mr Hwang right behind her that she could feel his presence towering over her.

"A mystery piece is only done with recognized artists to attract visitors" Mr K said while Y/n couldn't think straight. Too close was all she could think holding her breathe.

"It's fine I'll try next-"

"Use my name, I'll be her mentor and I'll produce a piece too with her" All three eyes went wide. Y/n finally turned to look at him, he looked straight at her with a smile. His hair was tied this time, and his usual casual hoodie was replaced with a white cardigan button that hung loose over his body, exposing ample of his collarbone. Paired with formal pants... Classic. Y/n quickly turned away to hide her naughty gaze.

"Great then, you both can use the art room as much as you want. I need to see the progress every week. Two paintings soon"

"Yes Mr K. Thank you Ms U" Y/n still blank slowly processing. Hyunjin walked away with a low chuckle to himself... Is he enjoying this?!

"Y/n a word" Mr K called for her to his cabin. To his dusty cabin again, how does he even survive here without a wheeze. "Sit down, I really need you to take this opportunity seriously, because your paired with one of the best renowned artist. I'm genuinely thankful because he denied my offer in presenting a piece, but now because of you he reconsidered. So, just go with the flow, any problems you can approach me. Okay?"

"He's famous?"

"That's a secret but yeah it's a golden opportunity, not to worry. Also don't ask him personal questions because he doesn't like being...talked about. Good luck then" Something felt off, because y/n felt like she was getting ready to babysit a grumpy kid.

"Thank you Mr K" Y/n walked out of the dust and opened the staff room door to find Mr Hwang leaning against the wall waiting for her.

"Mr H-Hwang" Y/n softly greeted and he came over to her.

"Ms y/n, Let's talk" Instantly he turned away and walked to the nearest empty classroom. Screeching two chairs to the middle face to face for them. Y/n sat down awkwardly adjusting herself as the man sat down casually legs crossed. "What is your art style?" He asked taking out his phone.

"Um...Minimalism? both impressionism and post-impressionism, aesthetics pastel colors and emotions" He peeked from his phone at her, inhaling sharply.

"You know what is my style?" He leaned forward, exposing his chest a bit. Y/n shook her head flushed every moment with the man "Realism, Baroque, expressionism, and emotions. What do you think we have in common?" She looked up at him and wondered, how their thoughts were completely different, he was more of beige guy while hers a more pink. But one thing sure did coincide.

"Emotions" His face lit up.

"Exactly. We are going portray our emotions...Romanticism" The last word was soft as a whisper. Hyunjin stood up to walk towards the board. Playing with the marker lid he leaned back against the board with his gaze fixed at the student up front. "What do you think is romanticism y/n?"

"Expression of emotions of an individual towards anything, like nature, music, art forms and-"

"People yes, very good. But I think it's felony. It isn't real romanticism" Hyunjin tried pushing y/n to the edge to get it out of her.

"Why do you think so Mr Hwang?" Y/n feigned innocence to bring him to the edge too.

"Because if you could love it then why should we learn to let it go" Hyunjin came over and bent to align his gaze with hers.

"W-well they say when person losses someone or something, they are given the most powerful strength of endurance. Love and loss are proportional to one another. Cannot be balanced because everyone will come across feelings of grief once in a while" Y/n bit make a tear as Hyunjin sharp gaze wavered as he was of loss of words.

"Well said" He clapped. "That will be our theme then" Brushing back his hair, Hyunjin went over to write that one the board. 'Love and Loss'. "We are supposed to produce two works, so one is Love and other Loss. Which do you choose?"

"Um, I don't know... Loss?"

"You do Love" Y/n nibbled on her lip because she wasn't familiar with it... Much... Maybe but maybe not. "Have you not witnessed love y/n?"

"No, just a crush but got over it" Hyunjin narrowed his gaze, inhaling deeply as he sat across from her again and whispered.

"Don't worry. I'll help you with that" He smirked to himself toying with her like he was with the marker in Hand.

"Y-yes?" Her questioning gaze was cut off by the bell. Y/n jumped up at the sudden siren, adjusting herself. "I have to get home. Thank you for the insight"

"Right, Thank you too. Tomorrow bring a normal scribble pad, pencil and eraser" Hyunjin stood up and followed her out.

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On her way home Y/n thought of... Love. Foreign as it sounds but she did get a taste of the feeling. Kai, a dance major, senior from school and friend who once helped through embarrassing times. Both first met when Y/n clumsy almost pushed all the bicycles, But Kai caught her in time. Since then she would always find him. Slowly they both started with Hi's, small sentences, exchange of numbers. But after a while, she found that her classmate Jenny made her move on him. Chungha guessed maybe he got close to y/n to just get to see Jenny. Trash, Chungha once exclaimed for them to hear and hid while Y/n was caught. Kai called her over and asked how she was doing and boasted about her girlfriend. Y/n herself said trash bluntly and left. Chungha felt super proud of her friend.

Dark and crushing it is... Love.. Scoff*

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A scribble pad, stationary, water, purse, snacks... All set. Rummaging through her bag one last time before walking to class... No one. Hyunjin isn't here yet, y/n sat down continuing her playlist for a while. Slowly she turned to the nearby window and leaned on the sil. One hand pillowed for her face, while the other dangled outside trying to catch the falling leaves and petals off the nearby tree. In a distance people were playing and cheering for a basketball match. The crowd mingling with the breeze made y/n sleepy. Slowly her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off to dreamland.

Soft weather continues, but it was night, the moon shone bright illuminating her path. Y/n was walking through her hometown streets, an unfamiliar tree stood in the distance, swaying to the wind and shining under the moonlight. A single petal from a flower on the tree brushed past her cheek warm. The warmth made her smile in peace.

Slowly she got up rubbing her cheek as though the dream were real she realised. Hyunjin! Looking around she found the man right next to her leaning against the wall. His hair all messy but cute, a simple smile looking down at her. Y/n stood up to greet the man, stumbling a little clumsy from the sleep.

"G-good morning"

"Good afternoon" He emphasised for her to check the time and yes it was 1:07pm. "Have you eaten?"

"No I haven't" Correcting herself averting her gaze to her back for her makeup. One side of her cheek had a soft pink touch to it, was it because of the rubbing?

"Me too, so let's go out for lunch, we can start our discussions their" Y/n eyes widened did he just ask her out for lunch. But who would deny the man.

"O-okay" Grabbing her stuff real quick both left out to have lunch at a local restaurant, quickly finding seats, Hyunjin the gentleman he his helped her to be seated. Y/n flushed distracting every brain cell to the menu card. Quickly ordering anything she thought was interesting and took out her scribble pad. Looking up to see the man was staring directly into her soul, running his finger on his lips softly. Gulp*

This is going to take a while...

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A rough sketch on what to be done was complete and so was lunch, both just about to leave.

"I'll pay" Y/n offered but Hyunjin chuckled walking to the counter.

"Another time. Let me be a gentleman today" Fishing out his wallet.

"And tomorrow?" Y/n blurted without thought. He thought for a while and smirked.

"You tell me" Y/n couldn't think straight and went out to find kids playing, giggles and care free vibe. Quickly capturing the moment when one kid came over to her.

"Unnie (elder sister) your pretty like a flower" She said tugging her dress, y/n in awe quickly picked her up and started laughing and asked her name. The little girl answered with her pinching Y/n cheek with a tiny fingers, to see if she were real. Just how contagious kids were with their happiness, quickly turning around to see Hyunjin smiling at his phone.

"I have to go now bye" Putting her down softly and adjusting her dress the little kid ran away waving shy. " Isn't she cute?" Y/n asked to the man who now stood closer. His hair brushing over his face effortlessly.

"Yeah. You like kids?"

"Yeah, How can one not?" Completely in love with the little one.

"Okay" Hyunjin said and walked away, eh...

"Um... Why don't you like kids? " Y/n catching on.

"Yeah I very much do" He said looking at her sideways to observe her reaction.

"Er... Thank you for the lunch" Y/n stammered

"Anything for my student"

Rest of the way they discussed on the later specifics like size, type of paint etc, to place the order.

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The discussion went on for thre days, Mr K confirming and placing order for the materials, Y/n spent the rest of her time with her own assignments. Music, painting, Tea, cake... Regular routine.

Following week the materials arrived. Checking and setting things up, sometimes Hyunjin and Y/n would have that tension moment but eased out as the first priority was the exhibition. The site was set and going around to a get gist was mandatory. Y/n suggested painting a little on the wall to show a connection between the paintings. Hyunjin was pleased and so was Mr K seeing how they got along just fine.

Weeks went by as both sometimes both continued at home and got back to show progress. Yet both didn't dare to make a mistake. Finally as 80% of the art now finished Y/n stretched out, pulling out her headphones to look outside. It was raining and that dimmed out the room. Looking over her board to see Hyunjin full focused painting, studying his features to see his forehead scrunched cutely showing he's concentrating hard. His long slender fingers holding the brush and strokes all elegant. Wow he was an Art himself. Y/n stood up to get a closer look and my God it was amazing. How defined each stroke was representing loss. What made him portray it perfectly?

"It's amazing?" She mumbled, Hyunjin turned and oops he wasn't wearing headphones in one ear. "It looks amazing, love the blend and definition" She said bending over to get a closer look. "How do you bring to color blend without disturbing the base?" Y/n shot a few questions as a student.

"Here sit" She sat next to him as Hyunjin explained his tricks in a very detailed way and yes her intention to learn were genuine.

"How can you portray loss so well?" She whispered but the man again heard her. Leaning back, he loosened his hair tie and looked at the painting.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I-I mean it's perfect like you have really gone through that emotion-"

"Yes I have, I did lose someone dear to me" Y/n wanted to ask more but Mr K words echoed.

"I'm sorry to have asked"

"No it's alright, you were right though, one who experiences loss are given the most powerful strength of endurance" He looked at her, both were close leaned in. Just an effort and the space between could just disappear. He looked down at her lips then back at her but turned away. Silence as Y/n very well understood his emotion. Suddenly a romantic OST played out loud complementing the rain and the atmosphere. Y/n quickly got to her feet to see that her headphones went off and phone started playing out loud. Shoot

"Y/n" A low call as her name seemed to echo through her. Hyunjin was now on his feet too, one hand extended out. The room now super dark because it was after university hours, not many people in the building, is that why everything seemed to be heard like an echo? The pattering loud and clear. She went over and stood in front like she were possessed by the man, he softly pulled her close. Shiver ran down her spine like the room had got 5 times cooler. But the warmth from him eased. One hand on her hip lightly and other held her hand warm and firm. Both hands covered in paint looked beautiful to them. (Artists you see) Slowly both swayed to the music, starting with simple steps and slowly they twirled causing them to giggle. The sad atmosphere now better, Hyunjin looked beautiful smiling like a kid. His crescent eyes curved to complement his beauty mark. Like a moon and star. The tempo increased and steps became fast too, twirling about when both finally laughed out their hearts looking at each other and...

Peck~

Hyunjin softly brushed his soft lips over Y/n's making both flushed with a mild pink tint.

a/n: Just finished my exams, super sorry for delays people😘Love you guys for the support. ❤it 🔁it... ~

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little-mouse-adventures · 1 year

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I haven’t been able to make much project in my reread courtesy of coursework, but your tags about your own reread and thoughts was really cool so… how has your reread been, which has been your favorite to reread so far, and what are some of your thoughts? I always enjoy seeing them!

😈okay so i have about a million thoughts, all the time, about the Artemis Fowl series.

but this reread - which has been going great, thanks for asking!! - has really reminded me how much of a comedy the whole series is. Not just the deliberate snappy one-liners, but the whole premise of a lot of the books is inherently funny. Like...I'm just over halfway through TAC right now, so most of what's in my head is from the latter half of the series, but the entirety of TTP with Little Artemis being the worlds most irritating ten-year-old and Older Artemis recognizing that, and then doing the bare minimum to change the way he interacts with people is hysterical. (The reason the St. Bart's authorities wouldn't let Butler on the grounds is because they are hoping that if someone tosses Artemis into a trash can for being a smarmy little monster, he might learn something, but no one will be brave enough to do so with Butler hanging around.)

Also, No1. He's probably my favourite character to read about this go, he's just so sweet and lovely, but I noticed this time around that he's apparently around 14. The same age as Artemis. And despite TLC introducing us to Minerva in an attempt to show 'look how far Artemis has come from being nothing but a young genius interested in his own gains!' (which she does, don't get me wrong), the book also shows that a literal demon warlock from another dimension is still so much more of Just Some Guy than Artemis is. Fourteen-year-old Artemis is wondering how he's going to get away with lying to his parents about his various criminal enterprises, and No1 is just thinking "I don't like school, and I wish I had more friends :("

In terms of straight up style of the books, I do find the shift at about TLC from a mostly action-focused series to a more introspective POV fascinating. The first four books are very much written in a sense of "Here is the narrator, telling you that Action A happened, and then Action B. Character A thought X about Action C while it happened." whereas the latter books are lot more stream-of-conciousness of the characters through third-person limited POV, rotating between the main cast. For example, in TAC, when Butler is off in Mexico to rescue Juliet, the entire section about him finding and entering the wrestling ring is written as though we are riding around in his head:

Around the back, he decided. The story of my life....How old do I have to be? he wondered. Come to think of it, with all the time travel and fairy healings, I'm not even sure how old I actually am anymore.

Compare that to AF, when Butler is getting Juliet out of Holly's holding cell and winds up trapped in the foyer of the Manor:

And on any other day, Butler would have moved. He would've been halfway up the stairway before his brain had time for second thoughts. But today he had his baby sister over his shoulder spouting gibberish, and the last thing he wanted to do was expose her to murderous assault fire.

While both are past-tense, and both give us insight into Butler's thought process and desires, the change in perspective from essentially looking in on Butler's thoughts in AF as opposed to the more personal and direct communication of those thoughts in TAC is wild. We really get a lot more sense of the characters as individuals, and I applaud Colfer for handling such a broad cast with different personalities so well in the latter style! It's hard to get different character voices, and when you are trying to really get inside their head, as opposed to just note down what they say, it's a huge accomplishment to do so well.

#artemis fowl #long post #i have...many more thoughts #but this is very long already #and most of them are to do with specific characters #like Opal's weird characterization #and how Turnball is kinda 'eh' to me as a character and especially as a villain #but - and i cannot express this enough - i am DELIGHTED by the opportunity to rant about Artemis Fowl at any opportunity #thank you very much for the ask

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horizon-forbidden-sheesh · 4 months

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Writing Process: Drafting

Sooooo, I started drafting Part 2 almost immediately after Part 1 concluded—and by now I've abandoned my Scrivener file entirely and am doing everything in Google Docs. (I talk about my switch from Scrivener to Google, here. ⚙️)

This time, I didn't have all the journal entries to work from, either. I was starting entirely from a blank slate. So at first, I just let myself WRITE. All the scenes I was most excited about, in no particular order, just to squeeze all the juice out.

I did that for like a month. And then, when I had about 15-20k words of random bits and bobs, I started to put them in order, and develop a through-line. That's where the draft docs & trackers came in.

✏️ Away from Scrivener, I needed some extra organizational tools to house my more general notes, research, & scraps. So, I built this li'l cutie with easy links to all my Google draft files, and included a brief summary that helped me greatly when plotting out the next set 10 chapters for Part 2:

*The chapter titles were updated as my outline changed, but the summaries did not! The descriptor for Chapter 20 is now, like, Chapter 23.

Keeping the descriptors short really helps me stay on task. If I have so much I need to cover in a chapter that it drops my formatting to the next line, I know I probably won't be able to cover everything in ~3,000-5,000 words.

✏️ Now, that's just the first page of the "Table of Contents." As of today, it's 13 pages long, and it also houses a TON of notes and working drafts and snippets of dialogue that I am saving for future, as-yet-unspecified chapters.

It's really messy—and sometimes when I'm out & about and my service is shit, I whip open my old Notes app, just to get a thought down. Here, have a taste of what's been rattling around in my brain...

Dialogue often starts as just the dialogue. I layer in tags & descriptors later, during the editing process. Most of the conversations I've written started with me talking to myself alone in the car, in the shower, or while washing dishes. (This works for copywriting too. My best ideas almost NEVER come to me while I'm sitting-down-looking-at-a-screen. Of course.)

For instance, that same conversation made it from the Notes app into a Google Doc and has since evolved to:

A li'l somethin-somethin from the upcoming Scorcher Season's Chapter 24 🔥

✏️ Once I've got all the major plot points written, I'll go back and write the "boring" stuff in chronological order. Okay, it's not really boring. It's just the filler information that helps a reader get from point A to point B, and I edit as I go. This ends up being like half of the total word count for the full 10 Chapters.

I'm currently hitting this point in Part 3—and you can see below that just writing my favorite parts here and there gets me pretty far on its own. Over the last 3 weeks, I've nearly exhausted my imagination developing the general story arc. Next up, I'll go back and start fleshing out each chapters one by one.

Wanna know something CRAZY?? Over the last ~year, I've noticed that I tend to write nonstop during Mercury Retrogrades. Like, I don't want to do anything else. I'm learning not to schedule any major projects for these ~3 week periods, so I don't blow my deadlines on account of being too obsessed with my fanfic to bother. 😅

After my decision to expand to 4 Parts total, my original ToC Doc got a bit... top heavy. (Also, I got really tired of manually calculating all the word counts.) So, instead of continuing in Docs, I added a tab to my spreadsheet:

*Hiding my chapter summaries so as not to spoil!! 😈

As you can see, I fill in the links as I create the draft docs... and I've already had to split a chapter in half due to scale, so the untitled <Scorcher 7> dropped to Part 4. I'm hopeful I won't have to split any more, so I can end strong on 'Ten Days.'

I don't usually start the finale until the very end, because I've learned that the wonderful comments I receive will sometimes give me extra ideas that I want to ensure make it into the fic!

✏️ Around the time I've fully completed the first 5 chapters, I'll give myself the green light to start posting. That leaves me just enough runway to finish out the rest of the season, and posting on a timeline helps keeps me motivated & accountable!

This is getting kinda long, so I'll write about Trackers & Timelines I've developed along the way in another post.

Thanks for being here! 🖤

xo, Sheesh.

#hfw #horizon forbidden west #kotaloy #The Marshal #the making of #writing process #writing tools #writing advice

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Are you okay with violence? 👀 Just asking in case I accidentally break any rules or make you uncomfortable because I had this violent yet crack slight angst request in my head.

So MC is often depicted as being easy going, passive, and most of the time; a doormat who lets everyone walk all over them and take things with a grain of salt when they really shouldn’t. So I wanted to change that. The idea is that a new human exchange student was dropped in the Devildom and that human turned out to be MC’s bully growing up. They did every horrible and traumatic thing you could think of to MC (who still has internal scars from them).

And the second the bully recognizes MC and tries to say something slick, MC just chucks a brick at their head. I’m talking fucking yeeting that shit; Like with no hesitation. It came out of nowhere before anyone could process it.

Imagine having a nice pie in a garden but someone throws a soccer ball at the back of your head when you least expect it!

The nice and usually calm MC chose violence and they just keep throwing bricks at their bully with a blank expression and when asked why they’re doing it, they calmly explain all the horrible things the bully did to them before they cackle loudly and Yeet another brick at the bastard. “My Mama said sticks and stones may break my bones, but Bitch! I got a brick! 😈 *cackles maniacally*” (Don’t ask where they got the brick from, they just randomly have more on them 🧱)

I would love to have headcannons of the Brothers reacting to MC just doing this. It’s just so cathaortic to me as someone who wants more Black Air Force activity!MC’s and it has been stuck in my head for a minute. But you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable

This was a ton of fun to write! I hope it turned out to your liking, too!!

Brothers x Gender-Neutral MC

Genre: Hmm? I'm not sure. It's not angsty or anything.

Warnings: Minor violence, mentions of bullying

When MC Snaps Seeing Their Bully Again

You liked to believe you were a good person. You were kind, you helped those in need, and you were always willing to give up your time for others. You were beyond patient and calm. You had to be when living in the House of Lamentation. The chaos the brothers created would be exhausting on anyone with a short fuse. You could thank your level head and patience for getting you through in that house.

This didn't make you a pushover by any stretch of the word. No one in the Devildom had invoked your wrath before, even when they might have deserved it. There were many times you almost snapped in retaliation but instead kept your cool. Sometimes you would express your frustrations or vent, but you never lost your temper.

You were with the brothers, enjoying a love tea party in the gardens outside the house. You had suggested it days ago. A nice garden party. You looked forward to it the entire time. There was plenty of food and tea, everyone was having a good time, and you were getting to spend time with your friends and boyfriend.

And then a ball hit you in the back of the head.

"What the fuck," you groaned, rubbing your head.

You looked to see where the ball had come from and come upon a familiar face. A face that made your heart sink and then swell with rage. Your childhood bully.

"Lucifer, why are they here? I thought Solomon and I were the only humans." You were trying to keep your cool, but your hand was gripping your knee in a vice-like hold.

"Lord Diavolo thought it might be a good idea to add a third, just as a trial run. I believe he just grabbed the first file off of the top instead of letting me pick like I did before. I think it'll only be a month, though."

"Yeah, two humans is quite enough." Your eyes were locked on your childhood bully.

"Well, well, look what we have here. The little doormat! I never thought I'd see you again," they sneered.

"Go away," you said flatly.

"What're you gonna do? We're in Hell now, I can do anything I want to y-"

Your bully's words were cut short by a brick smashing into their face. You picked up another one and threw it, too. You didn't stop until your bully was undoubtedly unconscious on the other side of the hedge.

"Anyone for more tea?" You turned, your usual smile on your face.

Lucifer:

As the kids used to say, Lucifer was shook.

His calm, caring MC suddenly became more like Satan for even just a moment.

He didn't know what to say at first.

"MC, what was that about?"

"They made my life a living hell growing up. Now let them call me a doormat."

That human had bullied you, had they? Lucifer did not like those words.

He planned to go to Lord Diavolo and discuss immediately dismissing the new human and potentially putting them under an amnesia spell so they couldn't remember their brief time in the Devildom.

Or you chucking bricks at them until they passed out.

While Lucifer was normally one for punishment, he only punished people he cared about. He had no interest in going near your bully unless it was to separate their soul from their body.

"I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself. That violent side is one I've never seen before."

Mammon:

Baby boy's eyes were as wide as saucers.

You went from throwing bricks with the most stone-cold expression on your face to smiling and asking if anyone wanted more tea!

"MC," he cleared his throat, "is everythin' alright? If you needed it, the Great Mammon would have helped ya!"

You laughed and patted his hand gently. He almost wanted to flinch after that sight they'd all witnessed.

"Thank you, Mammon, but I needed to do that on my own. They bullied me constantly when we were children all the way until we were teenagers. I think I had a lot of pent-up feelings."

Pent-up was one way to put it.

He had never seen his beloved human look so cold and angry. It was actually a bit scary!

But he was also extraordinarily proud of you for standing up for yourself. Even in a violent way.

Considering where you were and who you were surrounded by, violence being your first choice was not so surprising. He and his brothers were violent all the time.

"Well, let them try anything ever again! With the Great Mammon by your side, they don't stand a chance!"

Leviathan:

Leviathan was staring in stunned silence.

He had never seen this side of his beloved Henry before! The same person who often laughed and watched anime or played games with him! The person he cuddled with and, when he had the courage, kissed.

Seeing you so violent and so uncaring was beyond strange.

But it was also...kind of hot.

Leviathan.exe stopped working. What kind of thoughts were those!?

"MC, are you okay?" He was timid in his question as he put his hand over yours.

You smiled your usual smile and leaned over to kiss his cheek, an action that immediately turned his face red.

"I'm okay, Levi. I just couldn't let myself be degraded and made fun of by that asshole again. They've always been cruel to me. I haven't seen them since we were 15, but it all came flooding back."

If he judged you for getting violent over that then he would be quite the hypocrite, considering how he reacted to losing a TSL quiz game.

"I'm glad you stood up for yourself. That guy seemed like a total normie anyway. They aren't worth even giving the time of day!"

Satan:

Your man watched you with the biggest look of pride in the world. Surely the pride that he felt could rival even Lucifer.

He's the Avatar of Wrath. He supports you defending yourself and being violent while doing it.

He would often encourage you to let loose and lose your cool once in a while anyway.

"Impressive aim, MC. You've got quite a good arm on you."

You rolled your eyes and cut yourself a slice of Devildom fruit pie.

"I didn't want anyone else standing up for me. I needed to do it myself. Considering I'm in Hell, I figured violence wouldn't get me into any trouble."

He laughed and shook his head in response. "No, it won't. I'm sure even Lord Diavolo will understand why you did this."

Satan never wanted you to be bullied. Knowing that you had been long before you came to the Devildom was disheartening.

It was even more disheartening knowing that you never properly stood up for yourself until now.

"I'm very proud of you, MC. I want you to always stand up for yourself in any way you see fit."

Asmodeus:

Asmo's jaw absolutely was on the floor even after you had thrown bricks until the bully was unconscious.

His sweet, darling MC who was never mean or violent was suddenly violent!

Now, he didn't disapprove of you protecting yourself at all.

But Asmo isn't the most violent of demons. He finds it barbaric most of the time. He prefers to use his charm to make people comply.

"This is quite a revelation, sweetheart! I've never seen you act so cold and mean before!"

"I hate that asshole. They bullied me for years! If this were the human realm, I would never have gotten violent. I would have been arrested! I guess I just snapped, knowing that wouldn't happen here."

He giggled and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles ever so softly.

"No, you won't get into any trouble. I'm sure we can explain this to Lord Diavolo and you won't get reprimanded. Besides, they're still breathing. They can be healed and sent on their way."

Asmo turned your hand over and traced over your skin with his fingertips.

"I'm very proud of you, MC. If you need something a bit more subtle when dealing with bullies, you can always call upon me instead~!"

Beelzebub:

Beel stopped everything to watch you throw bricks at your bully.

He was surprised, yes, but he wasn't as fazed by it as others were.

Honestly? He was surprised you hadn't snapped sooner given everything you had been through up until that point.

He was also very impressed with your ability to throw bricks with such ease. You didn't miss your target at all either.

"You've got a great throwing arm, MC. Maybe we should get you into a sport!"

You snorted and touched your boyfriend's arm with one hand.

"Now, Beel, I don't think Devildom sports are for me. I don't have the strength or endurance of demons. I'm flattered you think so, though."

"If you do sports back in your world, I'd love for you to summon me so I can watch."

He glanced back to where your bully lay unconscious from the blunt force trauma your bricks enforced. You had to have really had a lot of anger towards them for you to do something like that. He hated to think it.

"If you ever need to scare someone and you can't stand up for yourself, call upon me. All I've really gotta do is stand next to you. I'll gladly scare anyone away."

Belphegor:

Belphie was absolutely cackling long after your bully had collapsed.

Listen, this man was locked up for ages (and had his own...ahem, violent tendencies) so this was like a comedy show for him.

His MC who normally let things slide and was beyond patient losing their patience and hurling bricks at someone? Priceless!

He's the only one who outwardly laughed the entire time, though Satan was grinning.

"Damn, MC, that was impressive. Where do you keep that silent rage?"

You chuckled, feeling him take your hand under the table.

"That jerk bullied me for far too long. I didn't think I'd ever see them again, but since I did I couldn't let them bully me anymore."

He gave your hand a warm, supportive squeeze and smiled at you.

"Yeah, well, then they deserved what they got."

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment. It meant a lot to hear, considering how you'd been treated by your bully for so long. It had honestly made you believe you were a doormat just waiting to be stepped on.

"You might be patient and kind, but you're not a doormat. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #waylonwrites

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