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draconic-desire · 2 months

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A Dance With the Dragon II — Mates

Yandere Neuvillette x Reader

[Part I] [Part II — You are here] [Part III]

Neuvillette brings you to your new “home”, which also comes with new challenges.

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, forced imprisonment, Neuvillette accidentally goes a little feral here, brief non-con at the end

One of the first things Neuvillette did was move you from the apartment at the Palais Mermonia (your prison for the past four centuries) to his personal residence. Securing his palms to your waist, he teleported you directly into the foyer of the massive home.

The interior was splashed with blues and whites that matched the Chief Justice’s own color palette. The upper walls were decorated with friezes depicting various marine creatures, from floating otters (how ironic) to bobbing seahorses. A grand spiral staircase led to the upper floor, while a set of double French doors connected the foyer to a massive living room adorned with plush love seats and armchairs, tasteful artwork of Fontainian landscapes, and enormous windows that overlooked the sea. It appeared the house was set into a cliffside, with the waves battering the rocks far beneath you.

You paced into the living room, running your hand along the blue silk couch cushions. To your left, a door led out to what appeared to be an inclosed courtyard with a miniature fountain. To the right was a closed door, a familiar dragon carved into its exterior. Your arm burned in resonance.

Though you were loathe to admit it, the place was beautiful.

“Do you like it?”

Shifting your gaze to him, it was clear that Neuvillette was desperate for your approval. Ever since he let you outside to discover the true length of your imprisonment, you had rarely spoken a word to him. Clearly, your silence had done a number on him, as the normally composed man was fidgeting nervously.

When you kept quiet, Neuvillette cleared his throat. “I admit, part of why things took so long was due to my insistence that everything be perfect for your arrival. I rearranged our bedroom perhaps a dozen times, and I couldn’t for the life of me decide what your personal room should entail.” When you glanced out towards the fountain, he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, that was a…sentimental addition. It makes me think of how we met.”

You’d never forget that Archons-damned fountain. If only you hadn’t been so naive. Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, go away.

Neuvillette extended his palm towards you in what appeared to be both a peace offering and an order. “Shall I give you a tour?”

Suddenly your feet appeared very interesting. What were you supposed to say? This technically was your home now, like it or not. You’d become painstakingly familiar with it with time. Although you weren’t imprisoned within the Palais as before, your new life still promised shackles nonetheless.

“Could you just show me my personal room?” You sighed. “I’d prefer to just rest after that.”

Neuvillette smiled softly, relishing the sound of your voice. “Of course.”

Twisting his fingers through your own, he led you towards the dragon door. Once again, your hidden tattoo pulsed with energy. It felt like a pull forward, a welcoming embrace. You realized then that there must be some sort of warding spell on this room, likely meaning only you and your captor could enter.

Marvelous.

Pushing the door open, Neuvillette swept his arm gracefully through the entrance. “After you, my love.”

You stepped in and immediately went still.

For in every direction around you was rows upon shelves upon stories of books.

Neuvillette had build you your own personal library.

And not just that. You noticed that entire sections pertained to your personal interests—marine biology, photography, even your personal favorite genres of novels. A separate door labeled Dark Room promised an avenue for you to pick up photography again. Similar couches and chairs as the living room were arranged around a huge coffee table, and a cracking hearth added to the cozy atmosphere.

Your throat bobbed. You had always dreamed of owning a room like this, a place where all your passions converged. But to have it under these circumstances…you didn’t know how to react, torn between frustration and a grateful little voice in the back of your head that you buried at once. No, I didn’t earn this. I don’t want this. It was forced on me.

All you could choke out was, “This is…mine?”

“Down to the last book.” You could hear the pride in his voice. “I spent the most time on this room. Over a century to get it right.”

You startled. A century? Your heart stumbled, but your hands fisted by your sides. So much given, yet what had it cost you?

Shaking your head, you simply said, “I’d like to be alone.” Connecting your eyes with his, you could see his hurt, the expectation of a grand reaction on your part that you refused to indulge.

However, the look was quickly wiped from his face, for he must have seen something broken in your facade. A muscle in his jaw feathered as he approached you, a gloved hand stroking your cheek. “I understand you must be overwhelmed. I’ll leave you to explore,” Neuvillette said, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading for the exit.

“Neuvillette?”

Said man turned back towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Why me?” You grabbed your arm where the shadow of your draconic tattoo hid. “Why…all this?”

His gaze immediately softened. “My dear, we have centuries for me to show you.”

~*~

It was times when Neuvillette was vulnerable that it was hardest to hate him.

He had returned home after a long day at court to find you sitting in the courtyard on the edge of the fountain, peering up at the night sky as if the stars held some answers. Moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, and if he didn’t already think you a goddess, he would have pledged himself to you then and there.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, too involved in your own thoughts. True to his word, Neuvillette had given you time and space to enjoy your new (cage) home. You had to admit, it was a major upgrade from the Palais, and you knew the Iudex would continue to let you explore Fontaine, if you tolerated his presence beside you. However, you knew this dance wouldn’t last—it was only a matter of time before Neuvillette expected something in return. It was abundantly clear that he desired your affections, but how far would he go in order to sway you? To fully make you his?

A sea breeze whipped around you, eliciting an involuntary shiver to rip up your spine.

A sudden warmth enveloping your form brought you back to reality. Blinking in surprise, you peered up to see the Chief Justice smiling softly at you, his purple irises sparking with longing and care. His elaborate attire was gone, leaving only his pale undershirt.

He’d given you this coat.

“I…thank you,” you mumbled, averting your eyes from the man.

“Do my ears deceive me? Did my dear (Y/n) actually acknowledge me?”

Your grip on his robes tightened. “Don’t mistake my words for kindness. I haven’t forgotten what you are.”

A sigh. “Despite what you may believe, I’m not a monster.”

You deadpanned. “You’re quite literally the Hydro dragon.”

“Archons above,” Neuvillette whispered, glancing up at the sky as if it held the key to winning your heart. “I was referring to a monster in the definition you humans use.”

“What? You mean like a man who would kidnap and imprison an innocent person—”

“Considering you are not in the Fortress of Meropide, I’d hardly consider this imprisonment.”

“What, have I offended you?” A scoff left escaped you. “If you want to play house, at least own up to your actions. Don’t pretend you’re some sort of gentleman.”

Neuvillette was silent for a beat, his mouth a thin line. Unexpectedly, his muscles relaxed as he released his tension. He lowered his large frame, taking a seat next to you. “You’re right.”

You sketched a brow in surprise.

Neuvillette trained his eyes on his palms, facing upwards in his lap. “I understand neither what it means to be human, nor what it means to be a god. I was given this duty to protect and uphold the laws of Fontaine, and yet I cannot save those who need it most.” His fingers formed fists, and his lids closed solemnly. “Carole, Vautrin…all of the others I have failed…”

You worried your lower lip. Although he had already informed you of his friends’ fate in your absence, it was still a raw wound for the both of you. Yet the anguish in Neuvillette’s eyes twisted your heart. How could a man be so duplicitous, so capable of both justice and blind obsession?

As if sensing your conflict, Neuvillette gently took your face in his hands, tilting your chin so that your eyes locked once again. His eyes danced with silver sparks of emotion, like cracks of lighting across a dark sea. A thumb brushed away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen.

“So if I can protect but one thing, one person, I will do it.”

~.~

You often noticed that Neuvillette’s horns got stuck in his robes.

Honestly, it was kind of humorous. In the beginning, watching him struggle gave you a sick sense of satisfaction. You’d take any circumstance that inconvenienced him, however petty that might be.

But today, seeing the Chief Justice pouring over a case regarding the protection of Fontaine’s sea life at an ungodly hour, head propped on a fist to keep him awake, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic when he emitted a low hiss as his horns tangled into the ornamentation of his attire once again. “Damned human attire,” he cursed.

Neuvillette wasn’t an inherently bad man. In fact, your own case aside, he had invoked significant and positive change in Fontaine’s legal system. He judged cases fairly and prudently, working himself ragged each day to ensure the nation’s safety. It would have been admirable to you in any other circumstance.

You didn’t know what possessed you when you stepped behind him and carefully untangled his twin blue horns.

At your touch, Neuvillette immediately froze. His heart rate skyrocketed and his mind went blank because you were touching him.

And not just anywhere, but his horns. Unbeknownst to you, a dragon’s horns were the most sensitive part of its body, only to be handled by itself or its mate. One brush was akin to a lovers embrace, the whisper of a kiss, the hot breath shared between partners in the thralls of passion. Not only was the touch intensely intimate, it was also an acknowledgement—an acceptance of the male’s advances onto his partner.

Oh, if only you knew how many times he had fantasized about this, your acknowledgement of him and his love for you. Although his rational, human side knew your touch as unintentional, the dragon within Neuvillette reared and roared against his skin, demanding to be set free upon its mate.

“Your horns were caught,” was all you said as you settled back into the sofa, flipping to the marked page of your novel.

If you had looked up, you would have witnessed the Iudex gently touching his horns in awe. He swore he could still feel the brush of your palm against him, shivering delightfully at the mere memory of your touch.

Little did you know that your simple act of kindness would unleash the storm.

~*~

The one unfortunate deviation of your current accommodations from the Palais Mermonia was Neuvillette’s unyielding insistence on sharing a bed.

You had foolishly thought escaping him, even if just within the confines of your shared home, would be simple. You believed the library, what he even referred to as your room, would be your bedroom as well. Despite the lack of an actual bed, the plush couches and ever-lit fire provided more than enough comfort to lull you to sleep.

But when you had opened your eyes, you were mere inches away from Neuvillette’s shirtless, sleeping form.

You had assumed it was due to the draconic symbol guarding the room; perhaps it linked you to him more than you had thought. So, the next night, you decided to sleep in the parlor instead.

Only for your hopes to be shattered the next morning when you awoke not only in bed with your captor, but with your limbs entwined.

Anger, shame, and a touch of something you couldn’t quite place—something not entirely unpleasant—flooded you as you tore yourself out of his embrace. How was he doing this? Was it magic, or would he physically carry you to bed each night?

This pattern repeated itself. You would pick various places around the huge house to retire for the night. However, you would wake up in bed next to Neuvillette each morning without fail.

You had even reverted to your previous stubbornness and slept on the ground a few nights, but to no avail. It seemed you were bound to his bed.

Tonight, you decided to face the issue head-on. You stormed up the stairway and into the spacious bedroom, ignoring the pain in your lower back due to all the errant surfaces you had tried to sleep on. The downy pillows and lush, cream comforter practically begged you to surrender to the king-sized bed and its occupant.

Instead, you halted at the foot of the bed and crossed your arms. “You have to stop this.”

Neuvillette immediately looked up from the tome in his lap, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He hadn’t yet changed out of his white dress shirt, and the buttons revealed a hint of his toned chest as he set the book down. “And what exactly are you demanding I stop?”

You huffed a laugh. “I wish I could say all of this,” you waved your hands around, as if that would convey the entirety of the situation, “but I mean putting me in your bed each morning.”

“Our bed,” he corrected, as if that were the issue.

“No, your bed. Are you really telling me that with all this space, you can’t just let me sleep alone?”

He removed his glasses with a sigh, setting them on the nightstand. “I could, but I don’t want to.”

You seethed. “Well, I do.”

Neuvillette’s violet gaze pinned you with something like hurt. “Have I truly done something to upset you? It seemed as if you were settling into our new home quite nicely. Our conversation and touches were…” His throat bobbed. “Pleasant.”

You narrowed your eyes and bit out, “Don’t take any of that as complacency. You’re still a monster.”

Neuvillette flinched in response and, for just a moment, you felt a piece your heart falter. That is, until he whispered, “Mates don’t sleep apart.”

The room went utterly still.

Your voice came out as a breath of air, but the words were clear: “I am not your mate.”

It was then that you noticed the claws emerging from his fingertips, piercing into the sheets under his form. His eyes flashed silver, dangerous as knives. You could have sworn you saw a pair of elongated canines as he grit his teeth. “You have no idea how difficult it has been,” he breathed, voice tight, desperate.

On instinct, you took a pace back. You suddenly felt like a cornered animal, unable to avert your gaze from those claws that looked ready to tear into you. Clearly you had misjudged the situation—the Hydro Dragon was a starved, deadly predator, and you were practically served on a silver platter as its next meal.

Icy panic raced through your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, so out of control and inhuman. Trying to mediate the situation, you put your hands up in surrender. “Neuvillette, listen to me. Just calm down.”

You had hoped that saying his name would do just that, but it seemed to only rile him up further. The Chief Justice of Fontaine actually growled in response. You couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea. “You deny your mate, and now you’re telling me to simply calm down?”

Another step back. Just put out the fire and deal with the consequences later. “I apologize for being confrontational. I think it’s best if I just go—”

Before you could react, Neuvillette pounced forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you onto the bed. You released a cry and tried to scramble away, but he spun you around and pinned your back against the mattress with his muscular frame. He loomed above you on all fours, his hands gripping your arms and applying just enough pressure to hold you still without hurting you. The glint in his eyes, however, promised pain that was yet to come. You were the prey about to get its throat torn out.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You struggled, heart skyrocketing at the feel of his arousal pressing against your core.

"Something I’ve needed to do for four hundred years," he growled huskily, his breath fanning your lips moments before they slammed against yours.

The kiss was hungry, predatory. Obsessive. You could feel the release of each year, each century, as his mouth devoured yours. You arched your back in an attempt to get away, but Neuvillette was quicker. He lifted your form easily and slammed your back against the bed once again. At your gasp of shock, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You fumbled around for something, anything that you could take purchase of. Your arms were pinned, but you were just barely able to grab onto the first thing and tug: his horns.

Neuvillette moaned, a deep, throaty sound that sent heat flooding through you.

It was in that moment you realized your mistake. You recalled how some marine animals with horns had millions of nerves within them, making these appendages a source of sensory stimulation. When you had started adjusting his horns after they were getting stuck, it must have been like touching his—

Oh, fuck.

Neuvillette released you arms, grinding against your thigh. “Do that again,” he begged, though it came out as more of a growled order.

“Neuvillette, stop—” An involuntary whine escaped your lips.

Your lewd noises only instigated him. His movements became more erratic as he slid a clawed hand up your leg and to your core, which was protected by only a nightgown. You jerked as his finger pinched your clit, eliciting another whine.

Neuvillette’s eyes sparked with heat, dual purple flames that devoured your form. “That’s it, my dear. Let me take care of you.” He bit down on your neck, causing you to cry out. He was marking you before he took you fully.

“Tonight, you become more than my wife. You become my mate.”

~*~

You laid there limply in Neuvillette’s arms. He peppered you with kisses and whispered words of protecting you and lofty dreams of your future together, but it fell on deaf ears. None of it made you forget about the bites along your neck or your throbbing core.

You couldn’t believe you had let his kindness fool you for even a second.

You had to escape this prison.

#yandere #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #dragon #obsessive love #tw kidnapping #tw noncon touching #neuvillette doesn’t understand the concept of personal space #neuvillette is down bad #mates

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kirbyofthestars · 1 month

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a fairly detailed kirby oc ask meme

🪐 (Saturn) - What planet are they from? Is it in Gamble Galaxy, Another Dimension, the Mirror World, the New World, or somewhere else? Where do they live now?

🧃 (Juicebox) - What species are they? What’s their biology and physiology like? Do they differ in any way from a ‘typical’ member of their species?

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]

💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?

🪽 (Wing) - Can they fly, hover, or levitate? Is it through natural means or artificial means? If they have wings, what do they look and feel like?

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?

🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?

🍅 (Tomato) - If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite?

⚡️ (Lightning Bolt) - Which Power Effects [Blizzard, Bluster, Sizzle, Splash, Zap] would their attacks grant? Do they have any particular weaknesses or resistances, elemental or otherwise?

🎶 (Music Notes) - Do they play any instruments? What kind of leitmotif and/or battle theme would they have? Are there any songs you associate with them?

💌 (Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?

💥 (Collision) - What’s your OC’s combat style like? Do they adhere to any particular code of honour or ethics in a fight, or are they totally unfettered by that sort of thing?

⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?

⚖️ (Scales) - On the subject of a certain someone’s lengthy rant; is your OC moreso on the side of magic or science? Somewhere in-between? Do they incorporate the two together in some way?

🍨 (Ice Cream) - The Invader Armour undergoes a drastic transformation depending on its pilot. If they were to wield it, what appearance would their mech take on? What abilities would it have?

🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?

🐛 (Caterpillar) - What are your OC’s greatest fears, and why? How do they act or react when they’re afraid?

💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?

🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?

♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?

🕸️ (Spiderweb) - Create a bouquet inspired by your OC! It can be based on their colour palette, flower language and symbolism, whatever they like best, or any combination of the three.

💜 (Purple Heart) - If they were corrupted by the Jamba Heart, which negative traits of theirs would be amplified?

🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?

🦁 (Lion) - If they were an animal — that is, of the Earth / Shiver Star / New World variety — which animal would they be? If they already are an animal, what real-life species or subspecies are they most similar to?

🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

🛡️ (Shield) - Which Clash role would your OC pick - Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Beam Mage, or Doctor Healmore?

🦋 (Butterfly) - Does your OC ‘fear the reaper’, so to speak? If they fused with Morpho Knight, what sort of form would they take on?

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

🥀 (Wilted Rose) - Do they have a Soul form? What would it look and act like? How much control over themselves do they have? Is it still possible to save them, or are they too far gone?

#kirby #kirby oc #long post #ask meme #lorena.txt

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shanastoryteller · 7 months

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Happy happy pride month 🌈🏳‍🌈🥳 Are you still doing the “cursed identity porn” au where LWJ can’t really see the Yiling Patriarch (because the mask?), but still tries to settle into being married to him? (Or JC traveling back in time?) Thanks!

a continuation of 1 2 3

Lan Wangji watches Wei Wuxian fold himself back into the silent, untouchable persona of the Yiling Patriarch and he mourns the loss of the warm, cheerful man he’s gotten to know. He still doesn’t understand the need for the secrecy, why he cannot be both the kind and generous father and sect leader and the man powerful enough to win a war and tame the Burial Mounds. But Wei Wuxian asks so little of him that he can’t bring himself to push for more than he’s willing to give.

Meng Yao does most of the talking while they travel, procuring their rooms and ordering their food. He does it with the same casual efficiency that he does everything and Lan Wangji thinks that this is a skill he must have picked up in the Nie, must have learned in service of Nie Mingjue.

They share one room even though they can afford more, but there’s a wariness that Wen Qing can’t hide and Meng Yao likely is that causes them to draw close. After Meng Yao comes back with dinner, Wei Wuxian takes off his mask and he’s surprised at how weary his husband looks, a weariness that he hasn’t seen once in the Burial Mounds, no matter how rowdy the children or demanding the villagers or intense the cultivation.

Lan Wangji lays his hand on Wei Wuxian’s arm, squeezing to get his attention. He meets his gaze slowly and offers him a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” he says. Lan Wangji raises an eyebrow and the warmth in voice seems real enough when he adds, “I am, I promise. We just have to get through this night hunt and we’ll be back home and everything will be fine.”

He doesn’t understand what everything is, why attending a night hunt as a war hero is causing so much discomfort, but he just tips his head down and says, “Yes, it will.”

Lan Wangji always sleeps lightly and that night everyone wakes him at least once. Wen Qing’s nightmare wakes her before he can, Wei Wuxian tosses and turns, and Meng Yao gets up far too early to pace the length of the room. He can easily withstand a night of poor sleep, so he says nothing.

They gather whispers and stares as the walk through Lanling and walk up the Jin’s obnoxious steps. Lan Wangji greets Sect Leader Jin and Madam Jin, curling his lip back when they neglect to greet Meng Yao but lets it lie when Meng Yao catches his eye.

They’ve barely stepped into the banquet hall when a beloved and familiar voice calls out, “Wangji!”

Xichen does not break the rule against running, but he does walk very quickly over to them, a bright smile lighting up his face. Lan Wangji wonders at how different he looks to when his brother saw him last. He still wears his silver cloud ornament around his forehead, but now it’s on a black ribbon. He has on soft grey robes embroidered with red and silver and a black underrobe made of the same fine silk as his ribbon. He does not think it is a color palette that is flattering on him, but at an official event such as this it's important that he wears his husband’s colors.

His brother grips his wrists in his hands. “Are you well?”

Lan Wangji smiles then says gently, “Sect Leader Lan.”

Bewilderment crosses Xichen’s face before being replaced in understanding. He squeezes his wrists then steps back, going into a shallow bow. “Greetings, Patriarch. Apologies for my break in decorum.”

Meng Yao waves a dismissive hand, “It’s fine, he’s not offended. You are his brother in law now.”

And his husband cares very little for decorum.

Wei Wuxian reaches forward and lightly presses up on Xichen’s arms to coax him out of his bow. The spell on the mask makes it impossible for Xichen to comprehend Wei Wuxian’s smile, but Lan Wangji hopes that his soft touch conveys something to his brother.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #untamed

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fruitmins · 8 months

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For You | yoongi

➭ summary: Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..

➭genre: oneshot, strangers to lovers, stripper reader, slowburn-ish, fluff

➭warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence & blood, tsundere-ish tbh, didnt check the spelling, yoongi is stalker-ish but that’s ok, daddy issues

➭note: don’t ask me why this takes place in winter💀 senior year of high school + writers block + I’m lazy. i like half of this and i hate half of this. omg yoongi going to the military I’m gonna cry & throw a fit

Yoongi put his cold hands in his pockets, small snowflakes falling from the sky as he stepped out of the dirty and vulgar parking lot. He ignored all of the horny thugs who were making out with hookers outside as he headed to the dimly lit building.

SEASAW

The word was lit on top of the building and for some unknown reason, Yoongi had been drawn to it for weeks. He knew there were better clubs than this one, and he’d most likely be seen and on some headline by the time he stepped in the door but tonight, he didn’t care.

His mind went back to the fight he had with his dad on the phone as he stepped through the door, some terribly made whiskey in mind.

A breeze washed over him as the door closed with a loud thud, it was at least a little warmer than the cold air outside. Yoongi glanced around taking in the symphony of multicolored lights illuminated the air, casting a vibrant palette across the dance floor. The room throbbed with an infectious energy, resonating with the beat of the music that reverberated through every corner.

Soon, his eyes found the bar, a couple of nicely dressed men sat at the stools. Without another thought, Yoongi strutted to a seat, leaving an empty space to separate himself and another man.

“Whiskey.” He said in a deep raspy voice despite how the woman working was already in the middle of making another drink.

“Yoongi!” A older sounding man suddenly called out of him, making his head turn to the man on the stool next to him. He recognized the man as one of his dad’s friend.

Perfect. He scoffed to himself, hoping his drink would came faster.

“Now what are you doing in a bar like this?” The man asked with a scratchy laugh, hitting his shoulder.

Yoongi tried to let out a small chuckle that ends up sounding dry. “Same as you.” He spoke, turning back to the bar when he hears the bartender loudly slam his drink on the counter.

He goes to take a large swig as the old man continues to chat and laugh with him, his reeking odor hitting his face as he turns to look back at him.

Behind the old man, Yoongi notices the dance floor. Bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, twisting and gyrating, surrendering themselves to the intoxicating melodies. But one soul figure seemed to catch everyone’s attention on stage.

Slowly, he started to tune out the annoying old man the more closely he watched. But unlike the other men in the bar, he watched with curiosity rather than lust. Your movements were elegant and graceful, your tight crop top and glittery skirt making every sway of your body seen.

Your hands played in your hair and caressed your body as your body moved, painting a mysterious story about you with help of the music. Your eyes closed and a bright warm smile on your face as if no one else was there.

Despite dancing in a shabby club probably to make ends meet, you were dancing as if this was your long time dream.

“Her?” The old man’s itchy voice suddenly came back to him, pointing to you on the stage. “That’s Y/N. She’s kinda a favorite here.” He said and this made Yoongi even more intrigued.

“Has she worked here long?” Yoongi asked glancing back at the old man as he nodded. “Almost a full year.” He said and everyone clapped and whistled as you suddenly came down from the stage with a warm smile.

Yoongi just hummed before quickly finishing his drink before paying the bartender and leaving, deciding to dismiss the thought of talking to you.

But at weird hours of the day Yoongi would think about you, so every time he happened to pass the club he went in and watched you perform.

This happened for weeks. He never said a word to you, he never went further than the bar. Until one day when you had stepped off the stage, looking cheerful as usual, only to be met with two men meeting you half way.

Yoongi watched, his blood starting to boil as the man surrounded you, complimenting you and touching your hair. It didn’t take them long before they got more physical, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away as they started to trail closer to you so that their body touched yours.

Yoongi can see the panic and fear settle in your face before his vision was blocked by the taller men.

Without thinking, Yoongi practically sprung up from the stool, furious as he made his way over to where the men had circled you.

“Move.” He said, his voice deep and hoarse as the two men slowly turned around to face Yoongi.

“Mind your business, hot shot.” One man spoke, obviously trying to spook Yoongi which only wanted to make him laugh.

“I’m not going to waste my breath telling you again.” Yoongi said simply, remaining calm as he watched the two turn irritated.

“You wanna get jumped punk?” The man said, raising his voice as he stepped closer to Yoongi.

Instantly and without warning, Yoongi’s right arm swung in the air. His already clenched knuckles that were in his coat pocket suddenly flew out and connected to the guys face, all of his pent up angry unleashing.

Before anyone can react, he punched him a second time, this one making him stumble to the ground with a yell of pain.

The other man quickly backed away with his hands in the air, “I don’t even know that guy.” The man claimed before quickly rushing off.

Yoongi looked up from the ground where the other man was laid, his nose now bleeding heavily as Yoongi stepped over the body, ignoring his groans when he did so.

“You alright?” Yoongi spoke, his expression softening as he meets your eyes. His eyes glazed around your face as he inspected you, trying not to get lost in your gorgeous and unique features as he looked for any sign that they had touched you.

“I’m fine.” You muttered back, out of breath from shock as you looked at the man on the group and then up at him with wide eyes.

“Thank you.” You say with a polite bow, taking a moment to collect yourself before a small smile appears on your face.

“What?” Yoongi asked, curious on why you were suddenly smiling and chuckling despite everything.

“Well, I was wondering when you were going to come talk to me.” You say with a teasing smile only making Yoongi more confused. As if reading his expression you chuckle. “You think I haven’t noticed you always coming in here and watching me?”

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, shrugging lightly as he looked away. “I don’t care if you noticed or not.” He spoke in a defensive tone, harsher than intended. He saw the smile on your face drop slightly in disappointment and he bit the inside of his cheek harder out of frustration. He didn’t want to be responsible for a frown on your face when you always wore a smile.

Wordlessly, Yoongi took out his wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and holding his hand out for her to take.

Your eyes widen in shock, chuckling nervously as you shake your head, denying it. “Why..?” You start to question, getting a little suspicious.

“For the inconvenience, and all the dances I’ve watched without tipping.” Yoongi states with a serious expression, trying to cover up any other intentions he might of had.

“You just have that much on you at all times? That’s risky.” You respond, still hesitant to take the money. Yoongi lets a smile crack at the irony, “I’ve been watching you for weeks and that’s what your worried about?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want a favor in return or something?” You ask him, still skeptical as Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I guess we’ll never know if you don’t take the money.”

With a sigh, he watches as you slowly take the money out of his hands and put it in your pocket. “Thank you.” You mumble as he turns around and heads for the door. “Wait!” You call for him in confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he turns around slightly.

“What’s the favor?” You ask in confusion but Yoongi just looks at you before continuing to walk out without a word.

It doesn’t take Yoongi long to wonder back into the club days after that. Despite the weird exchange it only made him want to get to know you more. But something in him grew colder when he walked in the club only to see you not onstage. Usually around this time you had already started and had a small crowd of men watching you.

“Whiskey.” He ordered in a lower tone as he sat down, tapping impatiently on the counter as he waited. “This was stupid.” He mumbled to himself, ashamed of how he had gotten caught up with this stripper and was just about ready to leave it all behind.

“Min Yoongi! You’re back!” He heard your familiar voice right next to him, causing his head to turn to the side in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” He asked his finger slowly stopping as he looked at you, sat next him in the bar.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I know your name?” You reply instead, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “I assumed you already knew.” Yoongi spoke calmly, lightly shrugging even.

“Cocky much?” You reply, jokingly rolling your eyes with a smile. “How did you find out, if not the internet?” Yoongi asked curiously, as the bartender slams his whiskey on the counter.

“Well when the son and CEO of a million dollar company starts to take notice to the best employee in the club, word gets around.” You reply with a slight grin and Yoongi can’t help but chuckle a little.

“Cocky much?” He echos your words as he sips on his whiskey and this only widens your grin further. Yoongi stares into your smile, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders when he realizes it’s been a while since he actually genuinely smiled for once.

When he finishes his drink he takes out his wallet and pays for the bad alcohol before taking out another three hundred and handing it to you, not waiting for you to take it this time.

“This has to be your way of flirting with me.” You mumble in disbelief as you stare at the bills before reluctantly shoving it in your skirt.

Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head in disagreement. “I don’t have time to flirt.” He mumbled firmly while looking at his empty glass.

“You have time to come here.” You differed causing him to bite the inside of his cheek, standing up and dusting himself off. “Wait that didn’t mean leave!” You state quickly getting up with him and Yoongi can’t help but glance at the sudden look of displeasure and sadness on your face as your hand brushes against his as you attempt to stop him.

“I..actually like having you here. You make me feel safe.” You mumble sheepishly as Yoongi stood there, completely frozen as he took in your words. How had he, of all people, made you feel safe? In a run down place like this?

“Then your standers are low.” He said in a low voice, a hint of playfulness in his tone as you look back up at him, snickering at his comment.

“You say that, but under that frown and sharp eyes is a warm hearted gentleman.” You speak causing him to look away from you, not wanting to take your words seriously. He didn’t want to show any signs of vulnerability, he’d never be ready for anything heavy.

“You don’t believe me?” You challenged him, seeing his silence and he heard the heard an underlying tone in your voice when you asked. “If I asked you to walk me to my car, you’d hundred percent do it.”

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but quickly knew not to didn’t deny it. “See! You would.” You grinned at his sour expression, knowing you were right.

“Whatever, do you want to be walked to your car or not?” He asked trying to dismiss the fact all together. He had never seen himself in a situation like this, feeling embarrassed and maybe bubbly.

You laughed at the question but nodded, grabbing your nearby coat that was filled with stains as you attempted to squeeze your shoulders in the coat.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, walking in front of you as he leaded the two of you out of the door and to your car. Yoongi sighed as he looked at the state of it, effortlessly taking out his wallet and starting to count some bills.

“If you’re going to give me more money don’t bother.” You quickly said as the two of you made it to your car, stepping in front to him and holding onto his hand so he would stop rummaging through his wallet.

“I don’t need it, I’m fine!” You tried to convince him and he simply raised an eyebrow at you, before going back to counting, taking out a couple hundreds as he did so.

“Then consider it flirting.” He mumbled in a flat tone, taking out five hundreds and getting ready to hand it to you.

As he looked back up from his wallet he felt something soft touch the corner of his lips, eyes widening in shock when he realizes how close you were to him and before he could stop it, you had planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

Your lips lingered on his skin for a couple seconds before finally pulling away from him, taking a step back.

“Come back tomorrow, okay?” You say with a warm smile, practically glowing in front of him as you spoke to him in a soft low tone.

Silently, Yoongi watched you chuckle at his reaction before getting into your car and slowly driving off, his heart thumping as he watched your car drive off onto the road.

He slowly started to move again when your car was far away enough that it was out of view, as if snapping him out of a trance.

Yoongi could feel himself getting lighter, warmer. He could feel his muscles relax as he took his hands out of his coat pocket.

#bts fanfic #bts ot7 #bts x female reader #bts x reader #bts one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts reactions #bts x you #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #suga x you #suga x y/n #yoongi oneshot #bts stranger to lovers #bts ceo au

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kookiecrumb · 1 year

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JJK || Scandalous

pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader

summary: After coming home from his Vegas shows, Jungkook defends his fidelity in a bold way.

tags: smut (18+), idol!jungkook, semi-angry sex that turns mushy, lil rough, oral (m&f receiving), bigdick!jk, manhandling, horny grinding, penetration

warnings: cheating accusations, strong language warning, unsafe sex* (please use protection)

a/n: I was high while I wrote half of this. Here.

"I know what you were doing in Vegas. Don't you try to lie to me or throw me off because I have evidence," you shout at him.

Jungkook is laying across your couch, infuriatingly unbothered.

"Evidence of me with another woman. Sure. Like I'd leave the love of my life for a random girl I've never seen before," Jungkook shakes his head, amused.

"Oh, so you're laughing now?!" You mock his smile. "You're laughing, having the time of your life because you cheated in Vegas and you think you're gonna get away with it."

"Yeah. I do. Because that's not some random girl in that picture-- that's our translator!" Jungkook screams. "It's our fucking translator and she was helping me buy a drink. I was looking out for the rest of the guys."

"Hm!"

"I don't believe you," you mutter, zooming into the picture that was circulating through stan Twitter just minutes ago.

News articles have already gotten to work spreading their rumors and dating scandals and it pissed you off beyond anything.

"Of course you don't," he grumbles, crossing his arms. "You know what? Why don't you call Namjoon, then? He was there. Ask anyone. I'm not a fucking cheater, y/n."

At this point, Jungkook was getting heated and you were afraid that if you doubted him one more time he would snap at you.

It's early in the morning, so calling Namjoon wasn't an option. He's probably asleep.

There's no use in fighting, so you need to find a way to redirect this energy into something a little more palettable for the both of you.

"Prove it then," you challenge.

"Prove what?"

"Prove that you wouldn't ever fuck another woman. Fuck me like you hate me."

Jungkook's fists unravel and his face relaxes. His eyes intensify and his demeanor changes completely. He's aroused.

"That's right. You get a boner every time I yell at you. You just want to shut me up with your dick, don't you? I'll believe you if you can dick me down by force," you speak.

"I'm not gonna dick you down by force while we're fighting," Jungkook crosses his arms.

"Aww...I respect your decision. I just thought you might have wanted a chance to prove me wrong, Kookie..." you pout, climbing into his lap.

His strong hands grip your hips immediately and he holds you that way as he tries to maintain his pride.

"Besides..."

You lean closer to his ear, rasping softly, and say: "it's not like she could ever do it like me."

"God damn it, y/n. You can't do that. You can't be a fucking brat and piss me off so that you get it rough," he protests, his ears turning red.

You swirl your fingers up his chest and smirk a little. "Yeah right...I can do whatever I want..."

Jungkook bites his lip, a surge of anger overcoming him as he struggles to keep his composure. "That's now how you get things."

You hum, ruffling your fingers through his black hair softly. "Hm. Show me, then..." you play.

He takes deep breaths, his chest inflating beneath your hands on his clothed chest as he spreads his palms on your ass and kneads you stupidly rough. "You're impossible."

"I know..."

Jungkook collapses his lips into yours gently. The kiss is smooth and delicate, reminiscent of an apology for making you even think he'd be the kind of person to hurt you.

From then on, a cocktail of pain and pleasure clouds your vision and you fall under the spell of sweet desire.

"Fuck, fuck--" you gasp as his mouth migrates to the lower half of your body, his strong hands framing your thighs. He dives between your hips and pins them down.

With stunted breath above your cunt, Jungkook gazes up with his dazzled eyes and takes you into his mouth.

You pry open your legs and he throws you back down and presses his tongue inside you. Hungry, he adjusts his posture.

You look over his back, textured by hard-earned muscle, and slightly glowing. "Mmh--" you whimper. God, you're helpless for how jacked he is.

Fuck, you melt for him.

"Just like that, wifey," he encourages you, snaking up your body and gathering you in his arms. He takes your hands and places them above his hips, dragging them downwards.

Jungkook connects his mouth to your neck and kisses you.

You know how to touch him the way he needs, so you wrap your hand around him, scarcely closing it, and stroke him languidly.

He lets out a breathy groan, riding your fist with ease. "Hh-- aaahh,"

Jungkook is cocky about the size of his dick. He's overtly aware of the fact that it's impressive. Because of that, he'll say things like:

"Yeah, slut, take my fat cock," Jungkook pants out. He closes his eyes as you climb over him and pop his cock in your mouth.

Jungkook breaks into a smile, relaxing his shoulders into the pillows beneath him. He sinks into the bed, focusing on the feeling of your hot mouth on his cock.

You lap at his most sensitive spots, spreading your tongue on his shaft and kissing the tip generously.

Beneath his breath, Jungkook begs. "fuck, yes, yes, yeah, mm, yeah, yes~"

His ringed fingers are holding the sheets beneath him, his exposed body in full display for you. This is a view only one woman has the right to.

With a breath through your nose and a little bit of courage, you take him in your throat and swallow around him.

His legs twitch as he rips out a groan, followed by a slew of beautiful curses. "Babe-- ,, ohh-- babe--" he whines.

One last kiss to his pretty pink tip and your thighs are over his, rubbing your swollen cunt against his dick.

He captures you in a sweet kiss, ridden with pleasurable noise and skipped breaths. Jungkook stretched his hands around your breasts and holds them, squeezing them with each rocking thrust.

Hastily, he grabs a hold of your legs. Then, he guides his cock to penetrate you. You help him eagerly, lifting above him only to lower yourself down his entire juicy length.

"Fuck-- holy fuck, Jungkook--" you moan.

Jungkook hides his smile within a kiss and completes a shallow thrust inside you.

"This is my favorite thing, you know. Pussy. Your pussy, in particular," he runs his hands down the curve of your back. "Sexy motherfucker."

He snaps his hips up into you, his hands comfortably resting above your ass.

Above him, your hands hold his jaw. You rest against him, infatuated with his delicate features. His cock rests above your cervix now, pushing your bladder just slightly.

You watch his Adam's apple bob, his heartrate climb as he tightens his grip on you. There's nothing more beautiful.

Your hands are on his chest now, and he's pulling you deeper as your hips roll into his cock. He pumps upwards, his lips collapsing into yours as your bodies collide.

In a daze, a wave of tension overcomes your body. He chases it, his big hands pressing into your skin with each powerful thrust. Your scent swallows him.

His thoughts flood as his thrusts slow, pushing further, accompanying a broken groan. He cums hard, and you cream around him.

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eliciana · 3 months

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Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café

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Hello everyone, pls don't expect much from this chapter,which is going to be part of a series, will be that good. I may have grammatical errors and wrong spellings so please don't hesitate to tell me in the comments about it. English is not my main language. Also, I write some very descriptive and long scenes about what the reader does because i got used to writing descriptive essays so please bear with the long paragraphs and sentences. Thank you.

And yes, I'm back. Also the Misunderstanding series will be updated after my exams this is just in my drafts and I wanted to just upload it.

-Eli

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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au, a bit of cussing like this bit 🤏.

Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Café Owner!Reader

Characters: Reader

Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. You can slide into my dms (😝 im joking bro) if you ever want to be tagged in my works just tell me what series you want to be tagged in or all of them. thank you <3.

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You close your eyes and think back to that very fateful day — the day that entirely altered your life's course and shatter any semblance of normalcy you once knew. The memory is etched in your mind, clear and vivid. The secret your café had.

You had always dreamed of owning your very own café when you get older. It had always consumed your thoughts and fueled your ambitions. Doing everything you can to be able to make your dream come true. It was a dream that guided you through your highs and lows, the setbacks and triumphs, and now, your very own cafe is now right infront of your eyes. You stand awe, gazing upon your newly built dream café that represents your years of hard work and dedication. It almost feels surreal. The weight of such an accomplishment settles in your shoulders, filling with a sense of pride that it threatens to burst out of your chest.

The obstacles and challenges you faced along the way have not gone unnoticed. The countless hours of planning, the sacrifices made, the hurdles overcome—each scar and battle wound a testament to your unwavering determination. They have shaped you into the person you are today, a person who is standing on the precipice of their own extraordinary creation. In this moment, you can't help but reflect on how far you have come. You just want to curl up into a ball and cry for how proud you are for yourself.

As you approach the door to your café, your hand trembles with anticipation. You grasp the smooth handle, feeling the coolness of the metal against your palm, and slowly turn it. The door swung open, emitting a soft creak that pierced the silence. Above it, a small, quaint bell dangled delicately, waiting to be disturbed. The cascade of delicate notes wove together seamlessly, announcing your presence, like a whispered greeting to anyone who would listen.

You stare in awe and wonder at the interior design of your cafe , captivated by it's beauty. The space exceeds your imagination and sketches, each detail meticulously brought to life. You explore every corner, your eyes eager to take in every detail. The plants you selected with great care breathe life into the space, their vibrant green leaves adding a touch of freshness and enhancing the cozy, warm aura you envisioned. Sunlight steams through the windows, casting a golden glow that illuminates upon your carefully handpicked furniture, adding a touch of charm. Every detail, from the placement of tables and chairs to the color palette and textures and to the shelf placed at the wall behind the counter with small sized standees of genshin impact, comes together harmoniously, painting a reality that is more beautiful than it was in your imagination.

You took one last look at your own café, only to catch sight of a door that had seemingly materialized out of thin air. It wasn't in your sketches, nor was it part of the layout you had memorized. How could something so out of place suddenly appear in your beloved café? How weird. You were sure that when you went inside this café it was never there. It was on the opposite side of the front entrance door of your café. It had a very different kind of design from the doors you had. How weird . Were you perhaps hallucinating? Was your stress and sleep deprivation finally getting to you? You resort to pinching and slapping your cheeks in an attempt to jolt yourself back to reality. Nope. You can still see it. You rushed to go outside of your café. As you step out into the open, your eyes scanning the exterior, you're met with a surprising revelation—the door you saw inside your café is nowhere to be found. It's as if it had vanished into thin air, leaving you bewildered and questioning your senses.

Nonetheless, you breathed a heavy sigh of relief and once again went inside of your café, blaming your hallucination to your stress. However, as your eyes scanned the interior again, you saw the door still there.

'Oh, hell no.' You thought and quickly opened the front door again, took a look at the exterior, look at the door inside, and continued doing that action for a minute. Yup, you're officialy hallucinating.

You looked at the strange door and felt a nagging feeling of curiousity wanting to try and open that door. Maybe it was actually a big ass sticker that one of the builders placed as a prank. You never know. Steeling yourself, you went closer to the door on your tippy toes. Carefully trying to be quiet. Why? You don't know. You just knew you had to. Maybe it was an instinct of yours. You were now infrot of the door and you tried reaching for the door knob still thinking it was a sticker but the coolness feeling in your hands said uno reverse. You abruptly took back your hand in shock. You stared down at the atrocity in front of you. You quickly raised your foot and took off your shoes/heel/slipper and held onto it tightly. Preparing yourself to open the door, you took in a deep breath and reached for the door knob once more. Twisting it open, a ray of sunlight shone through the small crack as you pushed the door open gently.

Your eyes widen at the sight infront of you as you had fully opened the door. The grip your hand had on your lethal weapon widened and it slipped from your hands. The sight infront of you was so surreal. 'This can't be true, right?' your head was going to so many places, unable to comprehend what was going on. You felt kinda dizzy.

You would be a fool not to recognize this place that you had seen so many times throughout your life. A few kilometers infront of you was the City of Mondstadt in view. You could even see the knights guarding the gate and Timmie with his pigeons at the bridge.

The weird door from your cafe was actually a door to the Genshin Impact world. Wow... wtf.

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also pls take a look at my poorly drawn drawing of what your view looks like cause for the love of god I can't seem to explain it:

Also you're in a cliff or something. so yeah

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#genshin sagau #genshin reverse sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin reverse isekai #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #various genshin characters #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader x various genshin character #•works[🍡]•#genshin series

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elitadream · 8 months

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🎆 Sing for Absolution: behind the scenes 🎆

Hello everyone, and welcome to this summary on how the story was visually built! If you happen to come across this post and would like to read (or reread) the collab @drones-of-innocence and I have created together, just click on the title above and it will take you right to it! 🤗

With that said, let's begin! :D

As some of you already know, this was an idea that Drones had for a long time. It was brought up during one of our many conversations a few months ago, in which she briefly described the plot and sent me a condensed version. I- immediately and completely fell in love with the concept, so much so that I couldn't keep still. 😂💘 I practically begged Drones to let me draw a few frames for it, and she happily gave me permission. At first, what I intended to do was make about 3 or 4 thumbnails, like I had done with One Step Closer.

I returned with 22.

And from there, we both decided "Okay. Yeah. Let's make this official. 🙌💯" LOL

What's interesting here is that, as you can see, some frames didn't make it to the final cut! 🤓 And inversely, new frames were eventually added as the collab progressed. Out of all the sketches that were either abandoned or later deemed superfluous, my personal favorite would probably have to be this shot of Kamek. 😈

From the rough thumbnails I had presented, Drones helped me select the best and most eloquent ones, and I also changed a few other things along the way. For example, one panel that was entirely redone was frame 3 (where Mario enters Peach's room), because the initial composition didn't allow for the reader to see the setting very clearly, and I felt that the establishing shot needed to be wider.

Many of the drawings were also ultimately flipped to give the visuals a more coherent direction and better flow, including this one!

I decided pretty early on that the palette should be made of cold hues, seeing as these events happen to take place at night and that a warm overlay wouldn't adequately have conveyed the more ominous and solemn tone of the story in my opinion. 🤔💁‍♀️

Oh! And I almost forgot: using cold colors for the backgrounds and characters was also very convenient because it helped make the magical effects (the fire, the spells, etc- all the bright, warm and/or complementary nuances) really stand out, which resulted in a more interesting and visually striking contrast overall. 😌🎨

As I do with all my illustrations, I started by cleaning the sketches and adding a unifying background filler for all the frames. Then, I selected the colors I wanted to use (a gradient made of a mix of navy blue and purple) and worked on each drawing individually. Even with simple tones, we can observe the sheer difference that shading makes! 👀😉

There's a visual element that appears in the story and which I had borrowed from Drones before, and that would be Peach's healing magic.^^ ✨ I remember I was fascinated by the idea when I first discovered it in Un Fiore Per Te, which had prompted me to ask her if I could feature it in a piece where the Princess is seen using said power while at Mario's bedside in one of my other tangents. 💞

I kept the effect similar on purpose in Sing for Absolution, so that the slight reference would be easier to catch! 😊

And last but not least, there's that cheeky little Fire Flower! 🤭🔥

As mentioned in a previous ask, the flower actually signifies a lot in this case as it somewhat embodies the deeply affectionate bond between Mario and Peach, glowing brighter and closing its eyes in happiness when the two are close. 💖

While admittedly not the first drawing I made in which a Fire Flower appears, the one that actually inspired both Drones and I to include this symbolic power-up in the story was one that I made all the way back in February for Valentine's Day. 🥰 The subtle yet direct reference can be spotted twice in the text, linking this piece to the collab and establishing a bit of a chronology as well. I was very honored that Drones added this small detail, and I very much look forward to working on more ideas with her in the future! 😁🤝

Big thanks once again to all of you dear friends and followers who have commented and given their thoughts on this projects. Drones and I can't thank you guys enough for your interest and enthusiasm!! 😇💗

ALSO ALSO- I have shared here my visual side of the collab's progression, but Drones intends to give her own side of the story's development soon (explaining some of the themes and narrative elements a little more in depth), so make sure to stay tuned and check her blog as well! ^-^ 💫

#Mario #Princess Peach #Mario x Peach #Mareach #concept #story #collab #Sing for Absolution #fanart #fanfic #elitadream #drones-of-innocence #creators on Tumblr

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synthshenanigans · 2 months

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hey so remember how I made color palettes based on the TMPH? well all the songs are out now so here's a crap ton of color palettes based on all the Power Hours!! :D

I might use em myself but if anyone else uses them, please tag me in your post!!! I'd love to see what you do with it :D

Also because I'm a nerd & I like explaining things, where I got the names for them are below if anyone curious bout them :}

TMPH:

Page one is more obvious; it just being the song title. The second page is named with Acts like how the first three songs were titled [both in CJs & in the original]. The entire acts all together is named Ego, hence the bottom being named Ego. And then all of the Ego/Acts together spell C.A.N. & as CJ said in the Directors Commentary, it funnily enough matches with his old YouTube channel name "Can of Soup" [or DJ soup I think it is now].

THDPH:

There aren't as many palettes since there wasn't much I could grab from sadly. But the names are more creative at least.

•Pocket Aces- Shutup Your Stupid: "Maybe I'll shoot my shot at one of those handsome faces. Have a couple drinks, make my stance advantageous; play my pair of Pocket Aces"

•Kismet's Call- Evl Ppl: "Our habits and our rituals aren't half as stacked as Kismet's Call"

•Coloring & Additives- Savages: "Savages! Who work with ratios and averages; Governments, establishments, Coloring and Additives"

•Course & Rough- A Drink to Death: "We were nice, but now I'm Coarse and Rough"

•Casa Infierno- Chonny's Inferno: "Perhaps a snack or beverage, on the house, from Casa Infierno"

•Unintentional Impression- Shutup Your Stupid: "He does his best Impression of me, says it came out 'Unintentionally' "

WWPH-

First page is again just the song titles. Page two is lines from some of the songs [Top two are Laplace's Angel & the bottom two are Memento Mori]. And page three is from the lyric "Heaven. Hell. Nirvana. Nothing. No one knows how it ends" from Memento Mori.

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First three on page two are just song titles [Push should technically be labeled Don't Take it Personally but I named it wrong & only realized till just now 🙃. But oh well its too late now]. The bottom two are words from The Lie of Black and White.

•Misery: " 'Every moment I wait substantiates my Misery' "

•Melody: "Every person on Earth deserves to sing their Melody"

Page two is all for Push [or what should have been Push but i fucked up lol]. Streamers are colors from the party streamers on him. Makeup is the colors he used for his makeup [as best I can tell]. And Charcoal is for the charcoal soap goop on him. Buuuuut lets pretend it based on the line "My wrist and my heart where you kissed, pulled apart till it burns like Charcoal" from DTiP. Just so I feel less like an idiot.

Maybe ill post what photos I got the colors from if I feel like it. But if anyone's curious on a specific one, you can send an ask or smth & I'll gladly tell you :}

#this oddly took a good about of time to make #the bg detail top & corner things alone took me like an hour an a half for some reason #also this is like the second or third time i made color palettes so idk how good they actually are #but uh have fun with em if you can!#chonny jash #moss post #cj tmph #cj thdph #cj wwph #cjph #-atlas art-#technically art yea id say so

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posebean · 7 months

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fantasys your alkaloid‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ref sheet of alkaloid for my alkakurei fantasy au that i totally didnt abandon crazy:B here (notes abt world+magic system and other stuff on that post)

stuff abt their outfits and etc under read more

hiiro is fresh from his village baby boy left to go find his nii-san with only his clothes and a trusty satchel at his side- he just goes around looking for his nii-san and etcetc idk how long the gap is but he finds tatsumi and mayo and stays with them for some time and during that time tatsun gets him a coat because baby boy literally only has those and hes just been doing work for some guild (idk how to explain bc guilds require education but i guess tatsun pulled strings for him) so he has money to live while also looking for his nii-san and sometimes he has to go to cold places and one time he comes home after a job in a cold place and hes sick and tatsun is like hiiro-san please take this jacket with you :..) so now hiiro has a coat custom-made for him :3! he's good with elemental magic (the 5 core elements water wind fire earth plant) very versatile and a skilled little guy (not as talented as his nii-san but no one is as talented as nii-san!) anyways yadda yadda he gets a message or smth and is preparing to leave tatsun and mayo but (spoilers for meru fic) meru points him towards the town where everyone else is and yea he goes and finds his nii-san and now his goal has changed from find nii-san to convince nii-san to go back home but he befriends everyone else too and i think they do eventually go on some kind of adventure together maybe more the three younger ppl aira hiiro and kohaku

aira is a little silly fellow he dresses nicely (very inspired by fs2 but i cant stop looking at it and thinking damn he french colored......) and loves magic so much he admires all the grand mages and everyone in the upper echelons and loves watching other people cast spells and such unfortunately for him while he has a decently high innate talent, his control is God Awful which results in magic never going well for him- with no control at all, literally negative control, he can try to cast one spell and something completely different will be cast instead- and the skill level varies too it's literally just a roll of a dice for him if he tries to cast a simple flame spell he might end up flooding the room with a wall of water, it's that bad kkshfkj also he acts like he doesn't like it but he actually loves rabuhan-junior so much he secretly spoils the hamster named after him and rabuhan junior loves him back rabuhan-junior likes to sleep in his hat or on aira's head whenever kohaku goes out and leaves rabu-han junior with aira tatsun has very normal clothes bro dresses like a dad (did you know both of his fs have the same color palettes i didnt but using them as reference made me realize, anyways-) his clothes are very comfortable and easy to move around in, especially given his injury from [spoiler event here ]. he also has a cane and his injured leg has pain suppressor sigils and bandages wrapped all over it his leg isn't completely unusable like its not broken or anything its more like. a kind of necrosis like if you unwrapped it there would be a dark mark thats like icky and sometimes it flares up and hurts tatsun so much that he falls over and :( he found the cane one day in the catacomb (wonder who put it there) he added the begonia himself as a reminder of his sin... shiro is his little mouse familiar that he conjured with the help of kaname! she's a sweet little thing, often found sleeping on an open book on tatsumi's desk. she has the tatsumi-colored ears and legs because she was conjured up rather than a pact familiar. regarding magic tatsun is pretty average on both control and power, but that doesnt really matter because most of the spells he uses are passive spells more used for healing/doing work. he likes to garden and has a beautiful garden of all kinds of flowers at the chapel :) he just doesn't dare touch the flowers in the catacomb, because he knows someone else already takes care of those also that purple gem hanging around his neck is a gift from mayomayo it doesn't do anything and has no magic but tatsun still likes it :) mayomayo dresses in all dark colors because he believes that if he always dresses in dark colors no one will ever have to be bothered by seeing his existence he comes from a lineage that practices forbidden magic, not necessarily all dark but some of the more ... interesting spells . something happens in his past and he ends up leaving, taking with him his tome and well. proceeding to get chased by all kinds of monsters out in the wild because for some reason he just attracts all kinds of beasts poor guy magic-wise he does have the forbidden magic from his family but he more specializes in healing and curse removal- he doesn't dare do anything else for fear of (redacted). besides, maybe he'll one day be able to actually save somebody instead of hurting them, maybe his existence would be worth it some day. the ribbon in his hair (the green/teal one) is from tatsun :) he said mayo would look good in brighter colors and mayo disagreed so tatsun gave it to him and now its become part of his outfit and (i combust into a thousand bits ) also because of that mayo feels like he has to give tatsun something back so thats why he gives tatsumi a purple gem he had that used to hang from his spell tome anyways i still love this au very much and i hope you enjoyed now i will proceed to forget about it again /j i still really wanna write kohaku's fic and then maybe one last one for rinne-kun or smth because aghghj there's still so much that's not developed yet but (explodes)

#enstars #alkaloid #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #tatsumi kazehaya #mayoi ayase #fantasyau #bean art #look at rabuhan-junior he is so small please love him

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daichiduskdrop · 8 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⋆·˚ ༘ *𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Chapter 29

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :))

Words: 3892

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Running his fingers through your hair gingerly, Taehyung let you rest against him. He watched the movie, though he preferred watching over you, his eyes soft and gentle, occasionally pecking your temple.

You napped peacefully, only sometimes naturally cuddling the alpha closer unconsciously, having him pull you to himself tighter—if that was even possible.

The movie ended, and while he had plans to take you to that one coffee shop, even though the youngest would definitely throw a fit over it, seeing you rest and sleep so sweetly and cutely had him decide that going another day wouldn't hurt.

He wasn't feeling too tired; Taehyung slept quite a bit last night and therefore didn't need to nap like you did, even if it was quite healthy to do so.

Laying his head against his arm, the alpha carefully adjusted you so you would rest your head against his arm too. With your face pressed against his chest and neck, he felt content with having you in his arms, soft and warm.

Pulling his phone out, he started to scroll through a few websites, wanting to get an idea of what he could get you some time soon. There was never enough courting gifts after all.

The man stopped after seeing a pretty-looking eyeshadow palette by GUCCI. The black, almost vintage style of packaging had cute flowers blooming around and the gold lettering spelling out the luxury brand.

Would you like to get makeup? He didn't want it to come across like you might need to use any. You were so pretty to look at, but playing around with different colours to express yourself might be a fun idea for you.

He wasn't sure if you even liked makeup or skincare. He sighed softly, taking a quick screenshot and adding the photo to a newly made album called 'babycheek's '

It was later in the evening when the main entrance doors opened again, beeping loudly to notify. Taehyung looked up, holding you closer to himself, but he recognised the scents immediately, helping him calm down once again.

The light chatter of the alphas made him frown a little when you stirred slightly. Gently manoeuvring your face back to the crook of his neck, he made sure you would nap for a little longer.

„Sh-Sh-Shh Babycheeks, everything is okay; Alpha is here."

You soon got back to sleep, and once the rest of the packmembers went inside, Jin laughed quite loudly; the sound soon shut off at seeing you asleep.

The pack members dispersed soon enough, only coming closer to let their scents cling to you with a few little pecks and caresses.

Today it was Jungkook and Yoongi that were cooking, after Jin mumbled something about him doing it too often. It was true—the eldest alpha cooked for them a lot. He was very good at it.

Motioning for Jimin to stay with him, the other alpha sighed and took a seat. He wanted to take a shower first, but the sight of you, gentle and sleepy, made him smile.

„Tae-ah, I want to wash up first." He whined softly, mindful not to wake you up. He felt sweaty; the aftermath of dance practice was too severe.

The alpha had started preparing for his solo album long ago, and most of the songs have been in progress for some time now. He was proud of how everything was coming together, and the dancing went with it well.

„Hyung, but you have to help me choose first." The other man whined instead. He would prefer to sit up to talk with the other alpha, but considering how tightly he had you wrapped up in his arms, the comfort was too good to pass up.

„Aish, I'll help you later, okay?” He mumbled, Jimin's fingers running through your hair, his lips brushing against your temple. „Sleep tight, my princess." He whispered gently, standing up again to go to his room.

Taehyung frowned gently, looking over the few things he liked the sound of. It was mostly all western brands, but there were also Korean brands he would sometimes see his noonas use.

The young alpha had asked his personal stylist earlier, since the woman had an omega herself, what could you possibly like.

The older beta didn't think it over too deeply, telling him that a lot of omegas in general like to try different makeup, even just for fun.

She also told him about buying you something you can all try and do together, even as a pack or just the two of you.

His stylist was smart, and he liked her ideas. Maybe he could buy you a jewellery-making kit; you are very clever after all and could always try new crafts.

Or you might want to try something different, like embroidery or puzzle-making. He could buy you a puzzle that you could all do together. He even saw people glue it together in the end, and they could hang it up as a sweet memory.

He was brought from his thoughts, with you moving in his arms, stirring and whining a little. Turning his eyes to you, the alpha turned off his phone, putting it away.

„You awake, baby?” He said it softly, his eyes lingering on your form. You yawned, blinking your eyes open, still drowsy. Chuckling at you gently, he pulled you up to sit up, your bed hair messy but cute.

Smiling widely at you, the alpha held you close to himself while you blinked your sleep away. After a minute or two, you finally awoke. You climbed out of his embrace soon, the alpha stretching a little, but he stayed on the couch.

Pattering over to the kitchen, you yawned again, seeing Yoongi and Jungkook preparing a meal. The older man turned to you right away, the youngest only casting you a quick glance as he was busy at the moment.

„Kitty? What's wrong?” Walking over to you quickly, Yoongi bended down to see you better, brushing away your messy hair.

You only shrugged, having him smile softly at you, taking your face in his palms as he leaned his forehead against yours. Closing his eyes and sighing gently, the alpha softly pecked your head.

„We are making gamja-tang babybun; do you want to taste the broth, sweet bunny?” Asked Jungkook from over the counter, where he was currently slicing mushrooms.

You nodded a little, letting Yoongi pull you by your hand carefully over to the other alpha, the man just sliding the mushrooms into the boiling pot.

Taking out a spoon for you, he stirred it a few times before scooping up a little bit of the soup, blowing on it before he fed it to you, a wide bunny smile on his face.

You nodded to the taste of the strong broth, it was savoury and salty. „It's tasty, oppa!” You proclaimed, handing him the spoon back. He grinned wider, happy to know.

„Thank you, bunbun; I'm glad you like it.” He said gently, letting his fingers run through your hair carefully. Yoongi got back to the soup preparations, adding sprouts and cabbage to the pot.

After you spent a few more minutes with the two alphas, since they didn't let you really help with anything, instead just giving you spoonfuls after spoonfuls of the warm broth as a "taste test", you wanted to take a look at what the other ones were up to.

Jimin walked down the stairs, his hair a little damp since he preferred to let it air dry. He smiled softly at the scene, seeing you gently being hugged by Jungkook from behind while Yoongi handfed you.

The young alpha found it adorable; your soft omega headspace was obvious, having them truly submerged in their alpha nature. It felt a lot different than any of the other omegas they were ever with, and it was such a pleasant change.

You soon walked off, going towards the at-home studios they had. You weren't sure which doors to open, but seeing the light coming from the inside, you softly knocked, hearing a 'come in!' before you entered.

Namjoon was spun around in his chair, a song he was currently finishing up on the screen. He smiled widely at seeing you come in, happy that you decided to pay him a visit.

„Pup, baby! Come to alpha, sweetheart." He let his arms outstrech to you, having you hurry over. He gently picked you up, placing you over his lap, your legs dangling over his own.

Gently caressing your hair in soft motions, he calmed down the hairstyle you were currently sporting, your tired expression making him smile widely.

The packalpha softly pushed your head to his collarbone, letting it rest against it so you were more comfortable. Pecking your forehead sweetly, Namjoon swayed the chair in a gentle motion, happy you came to him.

„What are you doing, oppa?” You whispered, having him smile only wider. He pushed the chair closer to the large desk, the many devices and things laying on it reminding you of the ones Yoongi and Hobi had on theirs.

Namjoon's studio was much different than theirs; each of their places was truly unique. It reminded you of an art museum, seeing the many different things he had on display.

There were two sofas with a white and red-patterned carpet laying underneath and a large, cut-through wooden table. To the left of the desk was a big cabinet filled with different dolls and books.

The packalpha even had a doll that was so big, it looked only a few centimetres shorter than you! You weren't sure what type of cartoon or character it was, but the alpha seemed to like it a lot.

„Just one song; don't worry about it, little pup. Alpha has a lot to do still." He murmured, leaning over to start typing, one of his arms coming over your waist and back to hold you close to his chest.

He soon got back to work, clicking around and typing different commands. You didn't understand much of what he was doing but decided to keep quiet, content with where you were.

Namjoon gave you his phone in a little while, unlocking it and telling you that you could play or do whatever you wanted on it while he worked. You thanked him softly, turning on the game you played this afternoon again.

You spend a few minutes like this, the packalpha occasionally kissing the top of your head, caressing your back and waist. The game soon started to get boring, though; the level you were stuck on was too hard to beat, boring you and making you whine.

Turning to you at the quiet displeasure sound, Namjoon was quick to soothe you. „Pup? What's wrong? Tell alpha, baby." He whispered softly, looking at the phone screen.

You mumbled about the level being too complicated to beat, frustrated with your skills. The packalpha cooed at you gently, letting a few sweet pecks land on your temple.

„Aigoo, baby... It's okay. You can try later, hm? Or Kookie will do it for you, sweetheart; he is very good at games.” He soothed your worries, making you hum.

After seeing you turn on something else on his phone, he soon got back to his project, which needed much fine-tuning.

You had an important thing to deal with after all.

With Christmas coming up closer and closer, you knew you needed to repay the pack members that have been so sweet and kind to you.

You wanted to get each one something more meaningful, since you weren't that good with money at the moment. The monthly payments your family pack would send you were nice, and even when you tried to scrape off and save as much as possible, it wasn't that much.

You wouldn't be able to afford each one a luxury brand item, that was for sure. But you also believed that a more meaningful and thoughtful gift would mean more, and so you hoped the alphas thought the same.

The gifts you wanted to give to a few of the alphas has already came to your mind, a few you thought would be awesome. You just needed to do some good research, and since you weren't sure where your phone was at the moment, this was perfect.

You guessed it was somewhere in your coat pocket, or maybe in your backapack still, but since it was quite, well - sometimes useless, seeing how it would just randomly fully shut off and just freeze, it wouldn't be much help.

You googled a few things rather quickly, making sure to delete them from the history, so the packalpha would be (hopefully) surprised.

It didn't take much longer before Jungkook was knocking at the studio's doors, figuring out that you wandered off to one of the alpha's.

„Dinner is ready, come eat!” He called from the doors, not waiting for much longer before he left to notify the few others.

„Come on pup, let's go eat dinner.” Namjoon said gently, saving the file before he carefully picked you up, holding you up against his chest.

You rested your head near his scent gland, the packalpha taking you to the kitchen table, busking with life.

Placing you on your seat, the alpha pecked your head once again before he went around to take the cutlery, careful to not make a mess.

„What would you like to drink little cub?” Jin asked you softly, kneeling on the floor next to you. His hand gently rubbed your knee in a soft caress, sweet eyes looking up at you.

„M-maybe the peach juice?” You whispered, not sure if you could get it again. You have been drinking it quite often afterall. The eldest smiled softly, standing up.

„Of course cub. Peach juice for my little peaches, let me go get it for you.” He said softly, going to the fridge to retrieve the drink.

With Yoongi coming over from your left, placing your bowl and spoon before you, he smiled softly at you, ruffling up your hair.

Jin opened the fridge, looking for the glass bottle - only to not see it. The eldest took a close look through all the drinks they had available, but it was gone.

„Jimin-ah, have you seen the peach juice?” The alpha turned to the younger, the said man just taking more glasses to the spread. He frowned a little placing them back on the counter.

„It was empty hyung, remember? Did you not buy another one with Hobi?” He asked, surprised. He was sure Jin would remember.

But he didn't, as the alpha only sighed, angry at himself. And you asked so nicely for it too! He bit his lip, a little nervous. Coming to you, the man gently took your face in his hands, eyes sweet and soft.

„Little cub, alpha is very sorry baby... We ran out of it and I forgot to buy it, how about the multivitamin? Is that okay?” He asked gently, angry with himself.

The small nod you gave him right away calmed his nerves, having him peck the top of your head quickly before he went back to the fridge, hoping to pour you a glass quickly.

Jin was a good alpha, always great at cooking so his providing instincts were naturally fulfilled partly by the skill, and he was always carefull and protective - especially with you.

He took his time with every meal, making sure nothing was raw or too spicy, oily or just too much for your little tummy. He made sure your coat was always made up fully, that you wouldn't get cold under his watch.

He always made sure that you were sleeping well, whenever he would wake up during the night to grab a glass of water or go to the bathroom, he would peep into your room, having to make sure you were okay.

Afterall, until you would be asleep in his arms, he would never feel safe enough to leave you alone to rest. If they were asleep, which they, of course, would be, they couldn't keep their guard up enough.

Of course, checking if no one was around and making sure all the windows were shut calmed the alphas down slightly, but it was never certain enough.

And so Jin gave a quick read over the ingredients of the other option of drink. It was a brand they didn't purchase from often, but the price was low, so they bought it sometime ago.

Neither of them was a necessary big juice drinker, but you seemed to enjoy the bavarage a lot, and so they decided to make sure to get you many different types.

But the words listed at the very bottom of the listing—thick, bold letters—had the alpha realise that this wasn't neither his nor your day.

‘NOT SUITABLE FOR OMEGAS. THIS DRINK COULD HARM AND IS NOT ADVICED TO BE CONSUMED BY OMEGAS. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM DRINKING'

After closing his eyes for a good few seconds, he placed the carton back on the shelf, closing the fridge. Sighing softly, he filled the large glass with sparkling water instead, hoping that the bubbles would make you feel better.

„Cub? Alpha is so sorry. The juice isn't good for omegas, sweet baby. I'm sorry.” He whispered gently to you. You nodded a little; he could tell you were a little sad, but you thanked him nonetheless.

After Namjoon served you all, your bowl was filled first, and you all dug in. The packalpha was gentle enough to remind you that you can eat right away and that you don't have to wait for others to start, but you shook your head, telling them it's okay.

The soup was tasty, and there were a few side dishes to go with it to choose from. Yoongi and Jungkook were nice enough to heat up the few leftovers too, though there weren't many left.

The alpha from your left fed you a piece of thinly sliced meat, a happy gummy smile appearing at seeing you enjoy the food. „Is it good, kitty? ...Here, have some more."

He whispered gently, taking another one from his plate and dipping it in some sauce before he gently placed it in your mouth. You chewed happily, declining his offer to have some more and going back to eating your soup.

You all soon finished the meal, your stomachs filled with comfort. As the alphas quickly cleaned up the table, you stood up to go to Jimin, gently tugging on the man's sleeve as he tucked his chair back under the table.

Turning to you, he smiled softly at you, caressing your hair. „What's up, princess? Do you need something?” He asked you, and he waited patiently until you answered.

„Can w-we all sleep toni-ght to-together, oppa?” You avoided his eyes, too worried about his rejection. The alpha was far from angry and disturbed, his soft coo catching the attention of others if your request hadn't already done that by now.

„Aigoo,...little baby, you're such a cutie princess." He giggled widely, kissing your forehead repeatedly. The packalpha was the one to break it to you after the affection attack from the younger alpha didn't cease in a few moments.

„Pup, I'm not sure if we will all fit on a bed; Alpha is very sorry, sweetheart." You looked over. Namjoon avoided your big eyes, too sensitive to how teary they might get.

„B-But the couch?” You mumbled, not sure if that would be okay. Sure, it wasn't small and probably was even possible to pull out and make bigger, but still, it might be a pretty tight fit for the packmembers.

„Of course, Kitty. Alphas will prepare everything, little kitten. How about you go wash up quickly, sweet baby? Alphas will prepare the den for their 'mega.”

Yoongi didn't hesitate to step in, hearing the soft waver of your voice, reminding him a little bit too much of when he first met you.

Caressing your arms carefully, the alpha gently encouraged you to go and wash up before going back downstairs, saying that everything would be ready for you by then.

The alpha loved his sleep. He truly did; it was far from an exaggeration, and so him agreeing so quickly to probably get squished up during the night by his packmates was quite shocking.

Yoongi didn't mind, though; he didn't need to hesitate; just the thought of you falling asleep in his arms was enough for him. And so, the alphas decided to set up the sofa to the best of their abilities, trying to mimic the way a den would look.

While you showered, going to change into the new pyjamas they got you a day ago, the silk was comfortable to touch, the pack members went around the house, collecting blankets, duvets, pillows, and covers.

Jungkook even took the two still-packaged comfort plushies they bought for you downstairs, grabbing a pair of scissors and setting them all close. He didn't want to unpack your gift after all.

And so, when you walked downstairs, after being a little surprised after you saw that the room's you were currently staying in beddings mostly gone, you were met with Taehyung fluffing up a few pillows in front of the sofa.

The living room light was off; only a soft, orange-tinted lamp turned on, casting a comforting atmosphere around. The pack members pulled out the sofa, making it much larger.

On top of the furniture were many blankets and pillows, creating a messy but very comfortable-looking place to sleep. „Kitty?” Yoongi asked softly, acknowledging your presence.

He felt reassured seeing you smile at whatever they were trying to do. The alpha wasn't sure if this was what you wished for, but they tried their best, and seeing you looking content made him feel much better.

The packmembers all stepped back, deciding to give you space as you walked over to the large bed, wanting you to check over all the scents and textures in peace.

And so they made sure to not watch you too closely, as you unconsciously started to fold a few pillows and blankets around yourself.

When Jin went to place a water bottle filled with cold water next to the sofa so none of them would have to get up during the night, he noticed you unconsciously nesting.

And it brought tears to his eyes.

He wasn't normally the one to get too sensitive; he was used to being the eldest and putting on a brave face, no matter what was happening.

But the thought of you, an omega,they were being so highly interested in, truly accepting their scents, his scent, and creating your own little nest to sleep in made his heart feel like mush.

The alpha walked back to the kitchen where most of them were gathered, not worried over much as they all did their own thing, but after seeing Jin come in, his scent wavering unusually, they all looked up.

The packmembers sprung to their feet, worried that something had happened to you, but when the eldest waved them off, they all took a seat again, confused.

„Hyung-” the packalpha went to ask, not used to seeing Jin on the verge of crying.

„It's okay, Joon-ah; I'm just really, really happy." He softly said it, wiping away his tears before they could fall.

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every now and then a posts pops up in the tcoaal tags talking about how much they HATE the game and how they don’t see the appeal and everyone who likes it is a digusting, irredeemable person

(here, we can all roll our eyes and block them together)

so, what makes this game so likeable?

well, personally, everything. everything makes it likeable. but that’s not really an answer to those who are determined to Not Like It

mild spoilers ahead!

first, the art!

[id: the main screen art for the game, two scenes, and two sprites of andrew and ashley. the main screen art has andrew and ashley facing each other, holding different kitchen equipment covered in blood. ashley looks happy, while andrew looks apprehensive. behind them is a black coffin with a window, wrapped in chains. the text says “the coffin of andy and leyley” is red.

the first scene depicts them facing a door, with andrew’s hands on the door and ashley’s shoulder. the second scene depicts ashley hugging a reluctant andrew, who is holding the door slightly open. the sprites of andrew and ashley show them smiling. end id.]

the art style is really cute!! it may not be everyone’s Thing, and that’s okay, but i’m a huge fan of the artstyle and the color palette! the designs are recognizable and show us details about the characters that the game doesn’t have to spell out. andrew’s kind of non-haircut, the tag on his sweater, ashley’s clothes, etc. all tell us things about the characters we learn as we progress through the game!!

the colors through the world are muted greys and blacks and off-whites, which clue the player in to the environment really well. the world is dreary!! it’s bleak!! it’s not just the apartment we first meet our characters in, but almost every place we go to as andrew or ashley. there are some splashes of colors, but for the most part, it’s the same dull colors. there’s a reason for that.

[id: the graves’ apartment, featuring the kitchen and living room. end id.]

[id: the graves’ balcony and their neighboring balconies. all of them have furniture and plants and boxes.]

the color palette really sets the tone of the game, and the attitude all of the characters have towards the world, without SAYING “all of the characters have a bleak view of the world.”

second, the plot!

on steam, the description for the game is this:

[id: “Walk-n-talk adventure with light puzzling. Brother and sister practice cannibalism after witnessing a botched satanic ritual.” end id]

from this, we can expect cannibalsm, murder, and possibly demons. probably blood. (definitely blood).

and this:

[id: “Cannibalism and codependency! Caught in an extremely toxic sibling relationship, our awful heroes must survive starvation, as well as each other. How will you escape death and the consequences of your actions?” end id.]

of course, the players and fanbase know there’s more to the game than that.

as far as summaries go, how’s this? “a codependent brother and sister, possibly infected with ‘parasites,’ have been locked in their apartment for months with no food due to an apartment-wide quarantine. while spying on their cultist neighbor, they witness a demon-summoning ritual go wrong, and decide to take advantage of an otherwise hopeless situation. with blood on their hands and no going back, the two are forced to keep covering their tracks as they learn of what’s really going on with the quarantine, and the mysterious world of demons they’ve accidentally uncovered.”

that gives a little more context and a little more incentive to actually play the game. (or at least watch someone play through it. ideally with no commentary. there are several great ones). at the very least, it tells a little more about what to expect from the game going in to it.

as easy as the ‘government organ-harvesting scheme’ is to miss, (and, believe me, i Did miss it the first time i played through) it’s still there, and is one of the biggest motivations for our characters to keep doing what they’re doing. they want to eat, they want out of a needless quarantine, they don’t want to get caught out of their apartment, they don’t want to get caught for the murder or the cannibalsm, etc. each step they take is to get themselves as far away from all of that as they can. together.

that’s interesting!! that’s catching!! the plot is what captured my attention initially!! it’s why i was excited to play the game Myself!! it’s why i’m excited for chapter three!! i want to see where they go from here, what challenges they face, and how they overcome it. i wanted to see where the end of chapter one took them!! if the plot is good, it doesn’t have to be well-written to be enjoyable (although, in my opinion, it is well-written). and it is enjoyable.

third and fourth, the characters! their relationship!

while tcoaal has solid visuals, it’s much more story-driven than gameplay driven. there Is gameplay, and there are puzzles, but most of the game is spent reading dialogue.

as both ashley and andrew, the player goes through the dialogue between the two of them, as well as other characters. we meet mrs. and mr. graves, we meet andrew’s ex-girlfriend in a flashback, we meet demons and cultists and corrupted security guards. but, despite it all, the majority of the dialogue is between andrew and ashley.

obviously, as our protagonists, that’s a given. and, of course, it’s intentional. but, a lot of the people outside of the fanbase don’t seem to realize just how much we see of andrew and ashley. we’re with them constantly, as they are constantly with each other. their back-and-forth banter is fun when it’s fun, and serious when it needs to be. the challenges and changes the two of them go through are shown through their dialogue in chapter two, where the choices start to Matter. we see their dynamic change, for better or for worse, and we see their reactions to that change. there isn’t a physical change to show for decision making (with some exceptions), but we see their thoughts and how they speak to each other change. we see how they act around each other before The Incidents and afterwards.

people also seem to miss the ‘codependent’ part of their relationship, and hardly even look past their disgust at the game to wonder why. (fictional incest is hot AND narratively compelling!)

by playing the game, we learn very quickly that ashley was a “problem child.” she was loud, annoying, mean, and disliked by everyone. everyone. her mother was a teenager when she had both ashley and andrew, and shoved ashley on to andrew to pacify and raise her. it was andrew’s job to be her parent, to teach her right and wrong, to spend time with her, to make sure she ate, to make sure she had friends. he’s only two years older than her, but he’s been the only constant in her life. whether or not he was willing to be there for her, (which he is), he was there. keeping him by her side is what matters most to her, no matter who she has to threaten or what she has to do. she relies on him, as she always has, to stop her from going too far. she relies on him to pacify her when she’s upset or angry, because that’s what he’s always done. she expects him to go along with her whims and expects him to clean up after her messes (literally or figuratively) because that’s what he’s always done.

(for some really good ashley analysis, check out this post by ashleyhuh, this post by double--blind, and this post by sunshine-jesse)

andrew, on the other hand, was a very good kid. their mom, in a specific scene, called him an easy child. he’s well-liked by adults and peers, he’s had friends outside of ashley, even his parents like him more than ashley (and they make it obvious by just. Ignoring Ashley). the promotional art calls ashley “very bad” and andrew “doormat extraordinnaire,” but whether or not that’s actually true is up for debate. regardless, we know he cares about ashley, and she’s been the only constant in his life just as much as he has been in hers (…even if that’s mostly ashley’s fault). his whole life has been shaped by the responsibility of keeping ashley happy and behaved, but he does it because he wants to, too. while it may have started as taking care of his baby sister in lieu of their parents, he’s accepted that ashley is his responsibility whether he wants her to be or not. we don’t know where the change from “his responsibility” to “his responsibility” happens, but we see it through his actions and dialogue and even flashbacks that he cares about her. ashley relies on saying she cares and hearing that she’s cared for, while andrew shows that he cares, and he cares for her A Lot.

(as a side analysis, we’re Shown that andrew cares more than we Hear that he cares. with ashley, we’re Told that she cares more than we See that she cares. interesting!)

fifth, the soundtrack!

oh my god. the soundtrack. from the main theme to a specific song in the decay route vision, the soundtrack does a Wonderful job of setting the tone for the game. soundtracks are just as important as every other aspect in games, movies, and tv shows, and the coffin soundtrack is a particular favorite of mine.

(check out the songs here)

the main theme (titled “twisted clowns”) is… well, great!! it sounds good, it sounds Ominous, a little silly, and every time i open the game, i listen to it for a bit before playing. it’s a perfect choice for the first song you hear of the game. it’s perfect for a horror game. i’m no expert on music, and frankly, i don’t know a lot of instruments, but this song has a lot of sinister sections that make it SO good!!

my personal favorite off the soundtrack is “dark bells.” the first time i heard it in game, i lost my mind. it’s SO sinister!! it’s scary!!! the part of the game it shows up in makes me feel like a rabid animal (in a positive way!). it’s also really pretty, and i’ve been listening to it for the past week or so. it hits so very differently hearing it in game. if you know, you know.

the game has little sounds that add to the atmosphere, but the game has absolutely No voices, so the sounds that are added are super noticeable and can add so much more to the game, especially where music is concerned. the composers did an Excellent job with every track, and i’m SUPER excited to hear any new tracks added in the third chapter. the songs fit every scene they’re played during, and guide the player’s reactions pretty well!!

conclusion

no one is forcing people to like the game. if it’s not your thing, you don’t have to make yourself like it. you don’t have to make yourself hate it. those of us who DO like it have our reasons, whether i listed them or not. sometimes things just don’t click with people, and that’s okay! your likes and dislikes are yours, and not everyone has to agree with you. not everyone has to agree with me!! disagreeing with someone does not make you better than them

everyone who likes the game went into it knowing that it was a horror game. horror is supposed to make you uncomfortable. discomfort is a natural, human emotion to feel. whether the murder, cannibalism, corrupt government, demons, theft, or incest made you uncomfortable, you are not morally superior to anyone for feeling that way. you don’t get brownie points for posting about how disgusting the game is, or how boring it is, or how much you hate it. you especially don’t get points for putting your negative opinions in the main tags. have some decency!!

tcoaal isn’t just “the incest game,” even if that is a part of it that i know of and enjoy. if it’s not your cup of tea, you can ignore it!! out of sight, out of mind!! blacklist the tags, block everyone with a coffin icon, you can do whatever you need to do to Not interact w it. most people will respect that!! so, respect us, too!!!!

anyways. every post i see about “haha ew incest” or “bad game” just makes me love the game more. it’s the best game i’ve played in a while!! i’ve enjoyed the coffin of andy and leyley more than omori, more than persona 5 royal, and more than undertale. i really liked all of those games, but the coffin of andy and leyley has been such an enjoyable experience from the start and i’m so happy i gave it a chance

#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #analysis #writing this has been so much FUN #i love this game!!!!!!#coffin.txt

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Henlooo!!can I request Wednesday like s/o with the dorm leaders?male or gn,up to you(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)��ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Thank you and have a nice day!

Dorm Leaders With A Wednesday Addams Boyfriend

{not proof-read}

Addams family!!!! Man it has been forever since I watched them so I’ll do my best!

This took me forever my god—

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Riddle knew his boyfriend was considered weird what with their dark color palette, dark interests, and seeming lack of emotion but he never really thought about it when he fell in love with you

Speaking of, your weirder interests included cryptic stories of monsters and myths, watching murder mysteries, and gothic tales of ghosts and atrocities. Riddle does not enjoy your interests and would rather not dive deep in with you but he’s not one to judge others on their interests

However, your more calmer interests include music. Riddle very much loves listening to you especially since you enjoy playing with your cello, fencing as you were very good at it and Riddle enjoys watching you on his free time, and writing although your stories were on the dark side.

Riddle knows his boyfriend isn’t very good with physical affection and always asks or give little hints which you usually pick up on very fast but he never goes over short hugs and hand holding. Your ways of affection usually some in ways of personalized gifts and quality time, which Riddle absolutely enjoys

Riddle gets very defensive when someone insults you or tries to call you weird. He knows you don’t care but he’d be remiss if he let you take those insults lying down

He knows that no matter how protective he is of you, he can never match your scary reputation which easily makes others retract their words on the dorm leader

No matter how weird other may think you are or how scary you can be, Riddle loves you very dearly and could never imagine a better boyfriend than you

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Leona doesn’t know how he always gets involved with weird people, his boyfriend being the biggest one but he’d be a damn liar if he said I didn’t fall head first for you

Honestly, he can’t understand your love of horror stories and gothic tales of murder but he doesn’t mind your interest in cryptics as he’s heard his fair share of cryptics in his home land

Your less-weirder interests include classical music, especially your cello which Leona wouldn’t mind listening to, fencing and he loves watching you kick butt, and writing just please don’t ask him to spell check he will fall asleep

Leona knows you’re not good with physical affection which he doesn’t mind but he always asks before he touches you. Your ways of affection were simple, such as handmade gifts and just spending quality time together which he is more than happy with

Leona isn’t one to let you take insults lying down, especially when it’s some student stepping out of line. Although you say you don’t care, he does and refuses to let you be slandered

However, he knows you can be just as protective him when it comes to someone trying to challenge him. He knows just how scary you can be so he’s not trying to jump in and stop you. Rather, he’s laughing from afar

No matter how weird you may seem or how troublesome Leona says you can be, he really does love you and wouldn’t trade that for anything

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Azul has always been around people that many considered weird and his boyfriend was no different…but he never really cared. Who’s to say what’s weird and what isn’t?

Your love of cryptics and horror really send chills up Azul’s spine and your gothic tales cause him to shiver in both the wrong and right ways. Of course, he’s not one to judge. They’re your interests and you can dive as deep as you want into them…just don’t bring him along

In contrast, your love of music and your mastery of the cello is something he can relate to as he is a classical musician as well he plays the piano shut up and your love of writing, although the tales are very grim. Your skills in fencing really stick out amongst your other interests but he’d be a liar is he said you weren’t good

You’re both touch starved messes one of you more than the other so touching is very hard for either of you but, when it happens, you don’t let go. However, your form of affection usually comes in the forms of gifts and quality time, which is still able to make Azul’s heart stop

Azul is already blackmailing anyone who tries to call you weird or call you out in general. Even though you’ve said that you don’t care what people think, he does and he refuses to let someone bad mouth his boyfriend

However, he knows how protective you can be over him. Your stoic, scary demeanor is enough to make someone stop their trash talk and, honestly, that makes him happy

Azul is one love sick octopus for you and, no matter what anyone says or thinks, you’ll always be a sweet and caring boyfriend to him

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Kalim never really cared if people though his boyfriend was weird or scary because he doesn’t see them like that. You’re his loving boyfriend so why would others thoughts get in the way of that?

Kalim can’t really enjoy your love of cryptics, horror, and gothic tales and he feels bad. Even though you tell him that it’s okay that he doesn’t like them, that he doesn’t have to force himself to like your interests because you’re his boyfriend, but he can’t help it

However, he enjoys your musical talent, especially with the cello, he enjoys watching you write even if he doesn’t like the tale itself, and enjoys watching you fence

He knows you’re not good with physical affection and he tends to forget when he always goes for your hands or for hugs and you unknowingly flinch, but he’s more than content with your handmade gifts and the sheer amount of quality time you spend together

Kalim doesn’t really like it when people try to insult you by calling you awful names. You’ve told him that you don’t care about what they say but he does and he doesn’t want you to hear those things

Kalim knows that you can be scarily protective of him whenever someone tries to be mean to him. He may not recognize when someone is trying to be rude but you certainly can

Kalim is a love sick fool for his boyfriend and, honestly, you don’t mind and neither does he

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Vil doesn’t really care if his boyfriend is weird or not since he’s always surrounded by people he considers weird himself so why would he call his boyfriend that?

Your love of horror and cryptic tales is not one he is fond of but, surprisingly, he doesn’t mind your love of gothic tales or aesthetics. In fact, your wardrobe is tailored to such an aesthetic, all thanks to Vil

Your other interests are also ones he doesn’t mind. Your love of music and your mastery of the cello, your love of writing, and your skills in fencing. He loves listening to you play and loves watching you fence as he finds it entertaining

Both you and Vil are not very good with physical affection, opting for thoughtful or handmade gifts and quality time to show your love for each other and you know what? It works

Vil will never, ever, EVER let anyone bad mouth you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t care about what people say he refuses to let alone bring down you, your image, or your reputation

On the opposite side, you make sure no one bad mouths. Again, he may not care about what people say but you’re not about to let anyone get away with it

Anyone would be a fool to think that Vil doesn’t love you because he absolutely does and he wouldn’t trade your relationship for anything

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Idia was absolutely scared of his boyfriend when he first met him but now he’s just numb to his stoic and scary demeanor

Honestly, Idia would probably share your likes of cryptics and gothic tales solely because there’s a possibility he consumes anime like that. However, he doesn’t share the same energy you have for horror but he will watch it with you if he wants to

Idia may not like the same music as you but he considers your classical cello playing nice background music. He kind of lets you to your own thing with writing and likes watching you fence through the security cams

You’re both not great with physical affection but neither of you minds. Since you both like to show your affection through gifts and quality time, you both couldn’t be more content

Idia is more than ready to defend your name if someone tries to say negative things about you. He is ready to throw hands…just not in public. Man is only strong behind a screen or in a position of power—

However, you’re ready to spill blood if anyone tries to say anything negative about Idia to your face. Honestly, it both scares and flatters the dorm head

Idia genuinely doesn’t care what others think. You’re his boyfriend and that’s that, nothing more nothing less

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Malleus doesn’t really understand why people think his boyfriend is weird but it’s probably because someone could compare him to a love sick dog

Malleus shares some of your interests but for very different reasons. Cryptics, horror, and gothic tales he find interesting because of their history and appeal while you like them because of how dark they are

On the opposite side, you both play classical music together, you on cello and Malleus on violin, sharing short stories that you wrote, and watching you fence which Malleus finds amusing

Physical affection between you two is non existent because Malleus doesn’t really know where to start because he’s touch starved while you’re just generally uncomfortable with it. However, gift giving and quality time is perfect for you

Malleus knows you don’t need his protection but he would never let you take an insult laying down, no matter how many times you say you don’t care what people say about you

You know that Malleus doesn’t need your protection but you’d never let anyone get away with an insult to your boyfriend, no matter how many times he says their comments are insignificant to him

You’re both a scary power couple that is so madly in love it’s like watching a romcom in real life—

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