#i do like my dusky design :)

[espion7971]

maybe i'll do some more sometime later when i have the time/motive - kestrel and onyx are also on my list - but here are some sketches of secondary wof characters!! they're not amazing designs by any means, but i mainly did them for some quick practice so i dont hate them

in order: dusky, listener, lynx, hailstorm/pyrite, and grandeur.

#wings of fire #wof art #dusky wof #listener wof #lynx wof #hailstorm wof #pyrite wof #grandeur wof #i do like my dusky design :)

[hoarah-babylon]

I had to make a BIG post going over everything that's got my brain whirring after watching the story trailer - it's all my speculation and personal opinion so don't take it as fact yada yada IT'S FUN SPECULATION TIME

(I'll put it under the cut bc this is gonna be a LONG one)

“Miquella the kind spoke of the beginning. The seduction. And the betrayal. An affair from which Gold arose. And so too was Shadow born."

My interpretation of this scene is that we are seeing the creation of the Golden Order by Marika. She plucks grace from something dead and fleshy, and holds it up to the Greater Will, beckoning in her new age. It would make sense to me, considering the voiceover, that this is a dead god that has been betrayed by Marika so she can pursue her Order and claim power. It does like quite reminiscent of Kos from Bloodborne to me. The fleshiness of the corpse also reminds me of the godskins/snakeskin. However, I don't believe this is the Gloam Eyed Queen. From my understanding of the timeline (mainly thanks to @eldenringslut) the GEQ didn't come about until later on during Marika's reign - if we are seeing the creation of the GO, and my understanding of the timeline is correct, I don't think it would make sense for this to be the GEQ. I can't deny different aspects of this do allude to things related to her though - the dusky sky, the godskin-like flesh. But I almost think that would be too 'perfect' for it to fit together like that, especially with how much people want to know more about the GEQ, I think fromsoft would want to keep us in the dark and surprise us. Whatever we are seeing here, Gold and Shadow seemingly came about at the same time.

We get our first look at what appears to be Messmer's army. They appear to all wield spears which ties into Messmer's whole Impaler thing, along with the shot of the person(?) impaled on the steps. I wonder who these people were, if they had to stay in the Shadow Realm after the battle was done (if it is?). I find the design on the helmet interesting - at first glance I thought it could be a tree or roots, but actually doesn't it kind of remind you of the black tendrils that shoot out of Messmer's flame? I think it could be either, or both, or maybe it's a chicken and egg situation and they're related somehow... my first thought when the initial gameplay trailer came out was that the dark tendrils in Messmer's flame could be deathroot or something similar to that. Maybe I wasn't far off?

We get our first shot of Messmer here. His pose pretty much solidifies to me that this is his army - this is the pose of a character commanding an army. It's so classic fantasy, the composition and everything, I love it. Messmer is awesome. I'm obsessed with the snake-like flames flying above the carnage.

"What followed was a war unseen. One that could never be put to song. A purge without Grace, or honour. The tyranny of Messmer's flame."

My take on this is that once Marika had won her battle/betrayed the God we see her pluck Grace from, she had her opponents banished and/or wiped out at the hands of Messmer. I have to say, it does surprise me that it seems Messmer was around and fully grown at the creation of Marika's Order. The implications there leave me with so many questions. Who is his other parent? Marika is Numen, and they seldom give birth. This is not an insignificant thing for her to have a child, especially if the theory of births being governed by the Erdtree/Golden Order is to be believed, and this must have came about before then. It would also go against the idea that Messmer is the full brother/secret triplet of Miquella and Malenia, considering that Miq + Mal were not born until Marika had left Godfrey for Radagon. I find that detail so intriguing... especially because I was so on board with the butterfly theories.

No idea who this is, but they're cool and that definitely looks like the kind of weapon we'd be able to pick up. It just looks like a PVP weapon, know what I mean? Very reminiscent of Vyke as well imo, similar pose to the box art of him along with the billowing cape. This reminds me, I'm noticing an emphasis on hair in this trailer too - I never took much note of Marika's hair before but in this trailer there was a lot of emphasis put on how long it is, how similar it is to threads of Grace, and Miquella's hair too. It's making me think of the bible story of Samson but let me not go too off the rails

Here we have some of the coolest shots in the trailer imo. This posits the Lion/Omens as enemies of Messmer to me - which to me supports the view that Messmer is aligned with Marika. The Lion/Omens always came off to me as if they were making a mockery of the GO - positioning themselves as enemies to Marika/the GO. We get another good look at his Flame, with the tendrils. They almost remind me of thorns actually. That final shot looks like a victory scene to me. It also really hammers home the Impaler thing. The man knows his brand!

Then we pan up to see what hangs above this burned city - this 'shadow tree'. THIS IS MARIKA'S RUNE.

I think we are seeing the origins of her rune as part of the modern Elden Ring here - Grace/blessings dripping from the bough of this tree. I have to say given the imagery relating to motherhood on the run up to the DLC, the rune does look vaguely yonic, especially on the seals. I think references to motherhood are in this trailer too - Marika taking something from a fleshy orifice with a voiceover talking about seduction, I can't imagine that wasn't intentional. So far the main character we have seen is her child, after all. The whole story of Elden Ring revolves around Marika's children. I have a feeling Marika's relation to motherhood and childbearing is going to be a big theme in the DLC.

I remember when the first gameplay trailer dropped, people theorised that this was Ranni's rune, and I was happy to believe that because of the similarities to Rennala's rune. But now I believe it's Miquella's rune, for several reasons, one being it reminds me of Malenia's rune, and they are twins after all. Although Rennala and Malenia's runes are oddly similar, it just makes more sense to me that it would be Miquella's, considering we are following in his footsteps. I think these rune spikes are going to be our DLC equivalents of sites of grace.

"And so kindly Miquella would abandon everything. His golden flesh, his blinding strength..."

Abandoning his flesh is very reminiscent of Ranni... but why would he need to abandon his flesh? Perhaps after Mohg stole him away? Though I have to say, I'm warming up the idea that Mohg never actually had Miquella, he just thought he did. That might not make sense considering that body in Mohg's palace is how we get to the Shadow Lands, but I don't know, something about it doesn't sit quite right with me for some reason. The line 'his blinding strength' is a bit odd. I can't take credit for this next idea, I saw it on twitter, but someone suggested that this is referencing him potentially abandoning Malenia - his strength, his blade. For Miquella to abandon Malenia though, it doesn't exactly align with what we know of his character. This is the person that turned his back on the GO because it could do nothing for Malenia's sickness. He'd need a really good reason to do that to her. Maybe it was his only option? I'm so intrigued about why Miquella is even in the Shadow Lands to begin with. What are his motivations? Perhaps it's something to do with his proclivity to want to welcome all, especially those outside of Grace, I suppose those in the shadow lands fall under that mantle.

"Even his fate."

Now THIS is super interesting - our first look at St. Trina! In her usual purple - associated with sleep. It does also look like she's sleeping here, sinking... What on earth does it mean to say that Miquella abandoned his fate as we are shown an image of St. Trina? Was he meant to eventually become Trina fully? We don't know much about her, but we do know Trina is an aspect/alter-ego of some sort of Miquella. Considering his parents were one in the same body, it's not a stretch to assume this could be the same case here. But in Marika/Radagon's case, it doesn't seem completely intentional - with the Ring shattering, I always got the impression they each fought to be in control of their singular body. Perhaps Miquella/Trina worked together rather than against each other? The queer part of me can't help but think of some kind of allegory to transition and Miquella having to walk away from it for whatever reason... but I really don't know enough to figure anything out from this.

I saw someone point out that this shot of Trina looks like Trina's lilies too, which is super cool (sorry I don't remember who that was).

"But we are not deterred. We choose to follow. Will you walk with us?"

I'm honestly surprised to see all these characters that we saw in the previous trailer just hanging out, I assumed they'd all be enemies of different factions. But here they look like allies, and from the voiceover they sound like it too, asking if we will join them. I think the voiceover is one of these NPCs. Seeing the fighting guy second on the left has got me super excited, what if he teaches us the hands-on combat we saw him do in the first trailer? I also think the crouching character on the right is the one we saw sleeping in the purple area (Trina?) from the last trailer:

Anyway, these are my thoughts, I hope they resonate in one way or another. I can't wait to come back in a couple months and see how wrong I was <3 yayyy

#i spent 2 hours putting this together and i'm meant to be sleeping #the brain rot is SO fucking real #i'm too tired to proofread so if i spelled anything wrong no i didn't #loreposting #elden ring #sote #shadow of the erdtree #messmer the impaler #numen #marika the eternal #marika #miquella #st. trina #elden ring shadow of the erdtree #elden lore #fromsoft

[izvmimi]

cw: pop star au! alcohol mention. suggestive.

“unsure what your mentor gojo might have told you about me, yuuji,” you start, swirling your drink with the tip of your pinky finger with just one rotation before looking up at the man before you. "but i don't particularly enjoy the idea of being used to springboard another artist's career."

yuuji itadori hasn't picked a soloist name yet, still known by Yuyu as part of his four-member boy band, but the cutesy name doesn't fit with the venom of your voice, so you call him by his first name. plus, if you are truly meant to be working together, close and personal, you might as well get comfortable. he grins when you pronounce his name rather than bristle at your statement, the gleam in straight, heartthrob-white teeth almost a taunt to you.

"i don't think that's exactly what i'm aiming for but good to know."

his eyes flit from yours to the drink you just stirred, and watches as you put it to your lips, not saying a word. he looks practically cautious, and for a moment you wonder if he's grossed out by the action or if he's just intrigued by the shine on your glossed lips.

yuuji's dressed relatively subdued tonight, in a simple black turtleneck, unlike the shimmery gold chain shirt you remember him wearing on his most recent performance, standing out amongst the crowd despite his quite attractive band mates. the dusky pink of his hair which his design team clearly insists on accentuating doesn't help to avoid drawing your eyes to his among the group like a beacon. everything about him says look at me, look at me from the bright hue in his brown eyes and his build at the perfect balance of thick and aesthetic. you can't deny you too have been looking but you're tired of offering olive branches to bright eyed up-and-comers who lack the ability to be grateful.

you're not some type of gatekeeper but you know this game and gojo wasn't even subtle about it.

make my boy a star! toodles!

you roll your eyes at the thought, but even you have to admit he's mentored you a bit too though to get you where you are. despite being about yuuji's age, you're practically a household name, thanks to gojo's willingness to believe in you. you sigh.

"anyway, i'll have my agent contact you in the morning. we don't have to discuss anything more."

you throw back the rest of your drink and reach for your purse. yuuji raises his eyebrow at you then chuckles. the drink before him is untouched implying a bit of trepidation, but he's leaned back in his chair, one leg propped up on the chair stretcher. it's a look that's far too casual, that would look slightly disrespectful if he weren't so soft-looking.

"if you're uncomfortable being that close to me, you should really just say so," yuuji says. his arms stretch out above him and you tilt your head to the side.

"excuse me?"

yuuji also rises to his feet, and the difference of stature between you two is suddenly noticeable as you hang your purse around you. he intimidates you a bit, you have to admit, especially when he's close like this.

sweet. harmless. a little cocky. fuckable.

he skirts a little closer to you leaning in, his voice honeyed, ready to strike.

"you don't have to be my springboard. if anything, you can bounce off of me if you'd like."

yuuji laughs as your breath catches in your throat, but you shake it out and press a hand against his chest, pushing a comfortable distance between you two.

you're not going to be held accountable for a comment you made in a variety show months ago, even if it were true.

"don't push your luck," you hiss. he beams, and he's no longer sweet venom but the sweet man coming to you for a simple opportunity, no strings attached.

"you're right! i'll do anything you say," his lips pull sweetly and you wonder if you're being sucked in just like his fans.

he's polished perfect for the people, but that doesn't mean he's perfect for you.

but as he follows you out and your driver arrives depositing both of you safely at your respective homes, you wonder if perhaps a little romp will do any harm.

#yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #daydreams: jjk #mimi’s notes #mimi writes: pop star! au

[chloessleepystories]

Chocolate Fog

Mind control, Drugged, Male/Female, Male Dominant

This was sparked by a patron's three-word prompt: Airplane. Eyes. Chocolate.

***

The setting sun was glaring through the little airplane window, so Amber, squinting, lowered the shade halfway. She was a pretty white girl in her early 20s, blonde, with a thin sweater stretched over generous breasts. Her seatmate had noticed them – noticed her beauty – but hadn't been creepy about it, and she appreciated that. They were only an hour into their 4-hour flight, and she didn't want to feel creeped out the whole time.

He seemed like a gentleman. Older man, with dusky skin and a trim white beard. Dr Suresh or something like that, he'd said, with just a hint of an accent, as he'd smiled and exchanged pleasantries before takeoff. She got a warm feeling from him – partly from his nice smile, partly from his rich, deep, soothing voice, but mostly from his eyes – they sparkled with warmth and mischief, and there seemed to be golden flecks in those kindly, chocolate-brown eyes.

The snacks and drinks trolley was coming down the aisle. She found she was really looking forward to that little packet of peanuts. She pulled down the little tray, moving her paperback to the empty seat beside her. How fun air travel was! And how cool that the flight wasn't fully booked, so she had room to spread out. Dr Suresh had spread out too – he'd laid a small case on the seat between them when he first sat down. So that was nice – a shared space, but also a buffer.

She ordered her peanuts and a Diet Coke from the nice stewardess.

"There you go. And for you, sir?"

"A scotch and soda, please. Neat."

"That's all?"

"That is all. Thank you. Oh – a blanket, perhaps, when you have the chance."

Amber leaned over, once the stewardess had moved on. "No peanuts? I think the peanuts are my favorite part. For some reason, peanuts on a plane just taste better than peanuts anywhere else!"

He chuckled in his throat, as she giggled. "This is true. Perhaps someone should do a study as to why. Me, I do not need them, for I bring my own snacks." He patted the small sample case between them. "The finest chocolate bars no one has heard of – yet. New, from my company."

"Wait – you make chocolate?? That's awesome! What are you, Willy Wonka?" He laughed again at her little joke. She liked his laugh. "Wait a second, I thought you said earlier you were a scientist?"

"This is indeed true. I am a scientist," he said, and his eyes twinkled. "There is a lot of science that goes into making good candy. Did you know this?"

He was already opening the case, so she decided he didn't mind talking about it. "So what's special about it?"

The bars were packaged more like an extra thick Hershey bar than a Snickers or 3 Musketeers – a dark-brown sleeve around a foil wrapper. The sleeve said "Chocolate Fog."

"Our chocolate is made from a very special bean just recently discovered deep in the Amazon rainforest," he said in his rich, melodic voice. "Its flavor is unlike any other kind of chocolate previously tasted outside of Peru. In our labs, it goes through a special process designed to enhance its unique properties, until we arrive at what I believe is the best chocolate bar ever created."

He peeled open one end of one bar to show it was segmented. He broke off a chunk and held it out. "You will have a taste, and you will agree, yes?"

Well, how could she refuse free chocolate? She popped the thick square in her mouth, and her eyes lit up at the explosion of taste on her tongue. "Mmmm! It's so rich, and ... nutty? But also there's a softness, like ... almost a little nougat in there?"

"That is what gives it its ‘fog,' I believe," he murmured. "That airy quality."

"It's amazing!" she said, and drooled a little speaking around a mouthful of chocolate. "Could I ... Could I have a little more?"

"You may have the whole bar, dear lady," he said, and the golden flecks in his eyes sparkled as he smiled. "I have plenty more ..."

Half an hour later, the plane interior was much darker. The sun had finished setting, and people were dozing, or watching movies with their headphones. Only a few overhead pinpoint lights lit up the interior gloom.

Amber had a tummy full of chocolate. She'd finished the bar in a surprisingly short time, and had been allowed to devour a second too. Now, she leaned back in her seat, feeling the gentle rocking of the plane and hearing its dull roar, and feeling ... lulled. Lulled into a repose.

Lull, lull, lull. What a funny word, she thought. Lol. Lull. Lulllllled ...

She looked over at Dr Suresh, with a dopey smile and lidded, glazed eyes. "Thasss so good ..." she whispered. "Bess chocklit ever ... It makes me, like, happy ..."

The chocolate taste coated the inside of her mouth. It felt like was coating her brain, too, which was sluggish. Thoughts were moving slowly through the rich, chocolatey fog in her head.

"I am very glad to hear that," said her seatmate. "You look like you are enjoying it thoroughly."

He raised his armrest and, moving his sample case and the blanket he'd gotten from the stewardess, slid into the seat beside her.

"I am always interested in learning more about the special properties of these special beans. So I do enjoy finding more test subjects. Tell me – and please be honest, this is for posterity – how do you feel?"

She giggled, quietly. "I feel ssoooo goooood ..." she whispered. "Like, rosy! Like no worries, no stress, all the tension I was feeling in my body that I didn't even know I was carrying, has melted away! Like every cell in my body has gone on a happy lil vacation!!!"

"Well, that does sound delightful," he said, making a few notes on a small pad.

"Whadid you ssay was in there?"

"A mild sedative to slow the limbs, dopamines and opioids that produce a gentle euphoria, similar to being pleasantly intoxicated. Some components of the bean that inhibit activity in the prefrontal cortex and make you highly suggestible, that we have ... enhanced. And of course some pretty damn good chocolate."

He smiled, and his teeth seemed to shine in the dim light of the plane interior. She could see his eyes glittering, almost like a cat's.

"... Huhh?" she slurred. There was a bit of chocolate-brown drool at one corner of her mouth. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on him.

"Now," he went on. "Here's my question. I know the chocolate makes you happy. Makes you dopey. And it sometimes can be addictive. What I don't know is ..." And he leaned closer. "Does the chocolate make you horny?"

She blinked, and focused a little bit, looking deeply into his eyes. "H-horny?"

"Yes. You can feel it now, can't you? You can feel the rich, melting pleasure coursing through you, from your tongue up to your brain, and down through your whole body ... Melting away your inhibitions, covering your objections with flavor and pleasure." She was captivated by his eyes, dancing and sparkling. She hardly had to listen to his words. "The chocolate fog fills your whole body, making your nipples erect, yes? Your tummy tingle. Your arms and legs are like lead, heavy with the weight of their happiness, and your pussy ... oh, your pussy is singing, and buzzing, drinking in the rich, chocolatey heat. It's getting so aroused, so needy. Why, if you think about it – and it is hard to think, isn't it? – but if you think about it, you can feel your whole body, and all your mind, melting into your needy, foggy pussy. If only you could lift your arms, you would be desperate to pinch your nipples. Desperate to rub your clit. As it is, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, around that heat, that aching need ... Isn't that right? You're squeezing right now, aren't you?"

She couldn't look away from his eyes. She could barely blink. Her eyes were watering. She nodded. Her whole body was consumed with hunger – no longer for chocolate, but for sex. For carnal pleasure. For cock. Yes! She needed to be filled with cock! That's what she craved now!!

She whimpered, quietly, in that dozing, dark plane filled with unknowing passengers, staring into the eyes of her kindly seatmate.

He moved the blanket over her lap without breaking eye contact, and pressed his hand into her crotch under its cover. He raised her skirt and stroked a finger along the moist heat of her panties-covered mound. She moaned and twitched, her mouth falling open, staring into his eyes.

"Please ..." she whispered. "Please, I'm so horny ..."

"My only question," he said, smiling directly into her eyes, "is whether you would have gotten so horny if I hadn't suggested it. Did I implant that thought into your suggestible brain? Or does the chocolate actually make you horny by itself?"

He moved her panties aside, and stuck a finger deep into her wetness. Her eyes filled silently with gratitude, already dreaming how she wanted to spend the whole weekend with him, letting his fingers and his cock and his chocolate do everything he wanted to with her.

"Every time, I tell myself I'm going to just wait and see," he went on, stroking her sex, already bringing her close to her first mind-breaking orgasm. "I won't say a word, just observe. But every time ... well ... I can't help it. I tell you how good your body feels. And it does."

She grasped his strong arm in both her little hands, and gasped in ecstasy, trying to be as quiet as possible and mostly succeeding.

"Six times now, and every time, I ruin the experiment. I just can't stop talking! It is a failing. I am a bad scientist."

He grinned.

"But you forgive me ... Don't you?"

And his eyes sparkled.

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Here's something cute for you, don't mind me I just had this scene in my head and wanted to share it =3

It was quiet in the new hotel, everyone had returned to their new rooms after a long day. Charlie kicked off her shoes to release her red hooves, sitting down on a chair as she rubs her ankle. "I don't know how she does it managing this place. I can't feel my hooves from all the work I had to do." The princess sighed removing her red jacket and setting it on the chair she was sitting on.

Charlie smiled a little at the photo of her and Vaggie on the nightstand. "Vaggie said she needed the day off but wouldn't say why..." The blonde leaned back thinking of her beautiful angel girlfriend. Though those thoughts were interrupted when Razzle wandered over holding a box. "Whatcha got there?" Charlie blinked tilting her head as she noticed a small note ontop of it.

"Baaap!" Razzle gleefully handed his mistress the box letting her read the note before scurrying off again.

"I saw this and figured you'd look really nice in it, so wear it for me and come to the new courtyard. Love Vaggie." Charlie read the note aloud and blushed. Her excitement grew when she undid the ribbon on the box and looked inside. "Oh wow!"

Inside was a rather nice maroon colored suit, with black cuffs and matching slacks as well. Charlie smiled softly, seeing the beautiful little pin on top of the garment. It was an apple with grey wings. "Better not keep her waiting." She smirked with a cute squee.

Once dressed, Charlie made her way down to the back of the hotel, which had a beautiful new courtyard that her father Lucifer had designed with the pin attached to her coat. Her eyes wandered around, taking in the gorgeous scenery as roses of all colors bloomed alongside some plants from all over Hell. Though what made her eyes go wide was past the beautiful rose arch.

It was a beautifully set up romantic dinner, and most of all, Charlie's eyes landed on the gorgeous angel standing by the table, looking rather shyly. Vaggie smiled at her though the outfit she wore was just breathtaking, the dress matched Charlie's suit with its lovely maroon, and black motif with it being a backless dress so her wings could pop out if she wanted to. "Surprise hon... Do you like it?" The woman replied as Charlie looked at her stunned.

"Oh wow... Y-you did all this?" Charlie shook her head to regain composure. She clearly must've been staring for too long since Vaggie had a darker shade of blush tinting her dusky cheeks. "Vaggie it's so wonderful, thank you." Charlie beamed walking over.

Razzle scurried over as the little goat demon poured the two some sparkling apple cider. "Well, I can't exactly lie to save my life, so I had to keep you busy somehow." Vaggie giggled as she and Charlie sat down at the table. "So I enlisted some help." She smiled a bit at Razzle, who politely bowed.

"And here I thought you wanted a break love?" Charlie smirked playfully, since this romantic dinner did take a lot of work.

"Hon this is my break. I get to have a date with the women I love." Vaggie replied sharing an equally as playful smile.

Charlie couldn't help but blush at that cute smile, she always loved it when her girlfriend smiled. Though she was curious at how Vaggie pulled this off without her noticing, then she noticed Razzle wheeling in their dinner, a delicious turkey feast. "You had Razzle do most of it didn't you?" She chuckled as Vaggie nodded.

"Only some things like cooking and setting up." The angel replied brushing some hair away. "I went into town to find the outfits for tonight."

"You chose Maroon because it blends yours and my favorite colors, right?" Charlie giggled since she did like red and pink while Vaggie was more so a purple kind of girl. "And this?" She motioned to the pin.

"I had your dad's help with that one." Vaggie stated as around her neck was the same one but in necklace form. "He seemed thrilled about it."

Charlie rolled her eyes but smiled. "I like the fact we're matching now with these. I'll treasure it always, my beautiful angel." Her voice sounded loving and sweet with a soft purr. Vaggie couldn't help but blush at that.

The two talked and enjoyed their dinner as soon Vaggie finished and stood. Her stride elegant from her training with Carmilla Carmine. "Care to dance with mi amor?" Her gaze soft as pink looked into red.

"I'd love to, but babe, where's the music?" Charlie chuckled standing up and taking Vaggie's hand. She then looked over as Razzle sped back over with a CD player and turned it on before leaving the girls alone again. "Well that answers my question."

With the soft tempo, the two began to waltz. Of course, Charlie slightly fumbled it, but Vaggie made sure she didn't fall. It felt like nothing else was there in Hell as the two moved around the beautiful greenery of the garden. Charlie smirked and twirled her small girlfriend, making the angel laugh. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you love to dance?" She giggled noticing how fluent her girlfriend was.

"Couldn't exactly find the right partner before to do this with. So I was often alone back up in heaven..." Vaggie's fell slightly but perked back up again when Charlie lifted her up. "Whoa hey!"

Charlie smirked and playfully set Vaggie back down before kissing her angel on the cheek. "You're not alone anymore, though. So please don't hesitate if you ever want to go dancing ok? I'd love to be your dance partner." The princess smiled nuzzling her girlfriend.

Vaggie couldn't help but stay close as the tempo of the music granted her the slow dance. "Oh Charlie... Thank you." She leaned into her taller girlfriend's chest, smiling. "I feel more at home down here with you than I'd ever had back up there."

The princess felt heat rise to her cheeks again but smirked as the music picked up the beat again. "I'm glad, and can I tell you a little secret?" She playfully dipped Vaggie, who yelped in surprise. "You're the only one who makes me feel so free and safe. My title, my parents, none of it changed your view of me." She started leading the dance as she spoke, making Vaggie a little stunned. Charlie lifted Vaggie up again, smiling the biggest grin. "You supported my dreams and even gave me feedback on them too. You lifted me up when I felt sad or lonely, and above it all, you saw me for me." Vaggie blushed harder than ever as she was perched in those loving arms staring down at her loving princess.

"Charlie..." Vaggie started but couldn't find the words.

"How in hell did I get such a strong, hot, and wonderful girlfriend is beyond me. But I do know I love her more than anything." Charlie giggled as she then blinked her eyes sparkling as her angel spread her wings while wearing the brightest shade of golden blush on her face. The princess saw those wings shimmer in Hell's light as she smiled letting her own demonic form peek through as red horns and a long black tail came out.

Vaggie watched those eyes shift from ruby red to a bright yellow and smiled. "I love you too, mi amor.." She leaned down cupping Charlie's cheek with her hand and planted a kiss on those beautiful lips.

The two remained like that for awhile until Vaggie moved back and lovingly held those cheeks. However she noticed that beautiful devilish glint in those eyes. "I think I'll show you my surprise then, shall we return to our room?" Charlie giggled and shifted around so she'd have Vaggie in her arms princess carry style. "I think you'll love it."

"Whatever it is, I think I might." Vaggie chuckled cuddling her girlfriend as the two came back to the bedroom. Though Vaggie was confused when Charlie didn't immediately squish her into their mattress. She watched her princess put her down on the comfy bed and move to the vanity. "Hmm?"

Charlie looked nervous as her tail twitched, but she gulped and pulled something out from the drawer. She soon walked over with a loving yet nervous smile. Vaggie tilted her head as Charlie whispered to herself, "You can do this." And proceeded to kneel down to the beautiful angel on the bed. "Vaggie... Would you.. Do me the honors of becoming my queen? My... Wife?" Charlie presented her a ring. It was golden with a vine motif and a brilliant apple center fixated with what looked to be an amythst.

Vaggie gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Tears began to form as she just tackled Charlie. "Yes, I'd love to, hon!" She replied making Charlie beam and also start to cry.

"Hey I nearly dropped the ring silly! At least let me slip it onto you first!" She was laughing and a sobbing mess. Vaggie moved back enough to let Charlie slip the ring onto her finger as the two giggled. "I never knew I could get this happy."

"Me neither mi amor..." Vaggie then pulled Charlie in for a deep kiss. The latter returned it equally as it became passionate. The two slipped onto the bed as their night had just began.

(And cut! Hope you guys enjoy my Chaggie fic! I've seen stuff where Vaggie teaches Charlie to dance and where she also gives Charlie a ring too. Made me squee and want to try my hand at it.)

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #cute as fuck #razzle #dancing #spoilers for episode 6 #spoilers for episode 7 & 8

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Missed the Mark ➶- y. jungwon x reader (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS: Everyone has a mark, of which the color and design is unique to only you and your soulmate. In the age of global connection where everyone employs every method possible to show off their mark in hopes of finding their soulmate, no one can understand why you keep yours under wraps. Jungwon doesn't need to see your mark to be convinced that you're meant to be his, but you're certain he's missed the mark.

GENRE: Soulmate! AU, ANGST plsplspls don't be fooled by the banner + some fluff bc it's me, how can I resist

PAIRING: non idol! Yang Jungwon x college student! reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, mild cursing and suggestive language, guys i'm so serious this is angst pls don't be blindsided by the banner and expect only fluff

TEASER WORD COUNT: 1.3k EST. WORD COUNT: 10k? maybe shorter...

RELEASE DATE: to be announced!

TAGLIST: open! form here or send an ask to be added <3

a/n: surprise! I know everyone was expecting Slice of You but this has not been able to leave my mind so we shifted the schedule around a bit hehe hope no one's too disappointed <3.

Jungwon’s not sure if the pounding in his head is from the echo of the bass that reverberates in the crowded room or from the strain of his eyes as he scans the sea of students through the dusky haze. Each glimpse of what he thinks is your smile or the familiar movement of your hair sparks a flicker of anticipation which is snuffed as quickly as it’s lit. It’s easier to hide his frustration behind the rim of his plastic cup, the bitter aroma of beer flooding his senses.

This time Jungwon tips back his cup to find it emptied, a teasing two drops landing on his tongue, doing little to wash down the disappointment that lingers in his throat. “Gonna get another drink,” Jungwon mumbles to no one in particular, receiving a few murmurs of assent and curious glances thrown his way.

It’s unusual for him to even drink, much less at his own discretion without any pressure from his friends, but today Jungwon had nursed several drinks in his quest to locate you amongst the hordes of people. It shows in the way that he stumbles slightly, a warm buzzing under his skin that is definitely from more than just his headache.

The relentless booming of the music and the masses of bodies that press and brush against him is beginning to feel like too much. Jungwon decides to put a momentary pause in his search for you, weaving through the crowd until the backyard is in view.

Pushing through the patio door, the night greets him with a cool wind that nips at his cheeks, soothing Jungwon’s frayed nerves. The sounds of music and laughter fade into a muffled hum and he finally feels as if there’s enough air to fill his lungs.

Jungwon takes a precursory scan of the backyard, surveying the quiet groups and couples scattered across the lawn. His eyes are drawn to a solitary figure, widening as he realizes the very person he had been searching for had simply been sitting atop the grass the whole time.

Feeling the weight of someone’s gaze, you look up from your phone, locking eyes with Jungwon. You take in his stiff demeanor, stifling a laugh at his blown out expression, and Jungwon waves, meekly offering up an awkward smile.

You wave back teasingly, tilting your head in silent invitation and Jungwon finds himself already crossing the distance to sit down gingerly by your side. “Hey,” you greet him warmly, “how’s the party, you having fun? Certainly looks like it.”

For once, Jungwon’s grateful for the drinks that Jake presses into his hands at the start of every party. The alcohol can take the blame for his flushed cheeks, the way his tongue feels entirely too thick in his mouth and the way he stumbles slightly as he takes his seat. After all, he can’t exactly admit the reason for his flustered state is you.

“Party’s nice, just needed a little breather. It was getting to be a bit stuffy. What about you? What are you doing out here all alone?” Jungwon peers at you, trying his best not to come off as too invested.

“Wasn’t really feeling the whole dancing and socializing today, I really only came to appease Yizhou,” you chuckle, drawing your legs up to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. “I’m not exactly doing anything particularly interesting so don’t feel like you have to stay, but I definitely wouldn’t mind the company.”

You turn to look at Jungwon, the moonlight casting a soft halo on your head and his breath catches in his throat. “No, yeah I’ll stay. I like the company out here much better than inside anyways,” he replies breathily and you chuckle in response, shooting him a grateful smile.

A comfortable silence descends between the two of you, you watch your surroundings quietly and Jungwon watches you. He watches the way your eyes crinkle and dilate at the antics of your friends, the way your hair is blown gently by the wind, free strands dancing with the breeze to caress the contours of your face. Jungwon watches you in a daze, wondering if you also feel the same magnetic pull that tugs at his core whenever he’s in your vicinity.

The thought has his gaze automatically flickering down to your arm, the same familiar tan bandage affixed to your wrist. It’s almost torturous to know that a thin layer of fabric is all that prevents the confirmation that Jungwon wasn’t insane for the way his heart jumped at the thought of you, that you were his other half.

“You can ask, you know. I don’t bite.”

Jungwon jolts, looking up from where he was transfixed onto your skin and meeting your amused glance. “Oh- I wasn’t. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” Jungwon babbles, his cheeks heating at being caught in the act.

You merely laugh, bumping shoulders with him, “Seriously Jungwon it’s okay. We’ve been friends for a bit and you’ve never been nosy or pushy. If anything I’m surprised you haven’t asked sooner.”

“I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Jungwon rubs at his neck sheepishly but you roll your eyes, nodding at him encouragingly to ask. “Why do you cover your soulmate mark?”

You hum in satisfaction, “When you first meet someone, especially someone around your age, what do you do?”

Jungwon pauses, tilting his head in contemplation,” I usually check for their soulmate mark,” he responds slowly.

“Exactly, before anyone even thinks to ask for my name, what they check for first is my mark. That’s enough for them to make their judgment on whether or not I’m worth their time. And trust me I don’t fault them, I get it, everyone wants to find their soulmate, but I just want people to look at me and see me, not my mark.” You give a sharp laugh, hands raking through your hair, “I guess it’s kind of back firing, because everyone cares too much about me covering it, but at least it's a talking point.”

“No, that makes a lot of sense, but I get why people are curious too, people are usually dying to get their mark out there, it’s odd to have someone be doing the opposite. Just last week I had someone in my econ class pay hundreds of dollars to promote his instagram post to find his soulmate.”

“People are ridiculous,” you snort with a shake of your head. Jungwon nods in agreement but internally he thinks he would gladly empty his bank account if it meant he could guarantee he found his soulmate.

“Y/N?” Jungwon starts hesitantly and you look at him expectantly, urging him to continue. “Are you not worried about missing your soulmate? What if you meet them one day and they don't realize it's you because your mark’s covered?”

The bright grin on your face falters for a split second and Jungwon curses his big fat mouth; maybe he had crossed the line, he should’ve stopped while he was ahead.

It's like you can detect the regret rolling off of Jungwon in waves, so your expression forcibly lightens, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes the way they did before.

“Well if that ever were to happen, I’d hope that my soulmate would still get a feeling about me,” you say softly, before shifting to a playful tone. “After all, if they’re truly meant to be my other half, they wouldn't be one hundred percent reliant on a mark, yeah? Surely there's a little bit more to like.”

“Yeah of course, there’s tons to like,” Jungwon says quietly, looking away with flushed cheeks when you look at him in amusement. You were right, if your soulmate really was the one person in the world who was meant to be perfect for you, there would undoubtedly be more of a sign than just the mark on their wrist.

With your knees knocking gently into his own, and the subtle heat of your body radiating into his side, Jungwon can’t help but think that maybe the feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach is evidence enough.

a/n: this teaser is from the middle of the story which is a bit odd but hopefully not too confusing dsjahdj . lmk what u think!!

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 · 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

summary: lloyd offers solace if you make it through the maze. “but if I catch you...” his eyes darken with a ravenous glint, “your body is fair game.”

warnings: lloyd hansen x fem!reader. basement wife. chase kink. prey/predator behavior. rough and nasty everything cause it’s lloyd. threats/taunts. oral sex. slight spit play. anal play. penetration with a knife handle. cream pie. sex in a hedge maze. soft!lloyd. slight aftercare. no beta.

word count: 3570

author’s note: this is one of my fav kinks ever. i hope you all love this as much as i do. 💙gif credit: @lilacevans​

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾  

“But I stayed on the grounds!” You argue, fists clenching at your sides.

Lloyd spins on his feet and stalks towards you. Subtle rage furrows his brow as he walks you back into one of the elegantly designed walls. He leans a hand against the wall, high over your head pressing his much larger body into yours, and sighs through his nose. 

“Let’s compromise shall we?” He offers with a wicked smile. “You make it to the end of the maze and I won’t punish you. I’ll even tell the guys to back off the next time you want to go for a walk.” 

Your eyes glimmer with hope until his head cocks to the side. He leers down at you like a lion with its big paw on struggling prey. “But if I catch you,” his eyes darken with a ravenous glint, “your body is fair game.”

Your stomach drops. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get some of that exercise you were looking for. It’s a win win.” He says boisterously as he clamps an arm around your shoulder. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get some of that exercise you were looking for. It’s a win win.” He says boisterously as he clamps an arm around your shoulder. 

You look up at him with uneasy eyes. 

Lloyd soaks up your worried frown. The thought of chasing you down and claiming you always made his cock swell. 

He shuffles the two of you into the foyer. “I’ll give you a head start considering you don’t have shoes on and cause your legs are smaller than mine.” He jests and bops you on the nose. 

You dumbly look down at your bare feet and then back up to him with doe eyes.

He raises a pointed finger, “Ah ah- you don’t wanna dig a deeper hole for yourself now, do you?”

Lloyd unlocks one of the massive double doors. “You get 2 minutes, Buttercup.” He waves a hand towards the maze and his playful smirk suddenly drops into a hard line. “Then I’m coming after you. Like I said, fair game.” 

You don’t waste a second. 

You run out of the foyer and across the courtyard, dashing up the steps to the entry of the hedge maze in a flash. The setting sun illuminates the extravagant yard in a wash of dusky purples and orange hues.

You stand uneasy on the precipice of the giant labyrinth with its green, leafy walls soaring high into the sky. You’d completed the maze once before but it was with Lloyd by your side. He’d lived in the gigantic chateau for years and traversed the winding maze many times so he knew it like the back of his hand.

You bite your lip as you stare into the mossy alley. It wasn’t a good bet that you could beat him at his own game. Countless times he’d set you up to fail and you walked right into his trap. 

This didn’t bode well for you.

“I’d get moving. Tick tock!” Lloyd’s voice bellows across the yard. You stare back at him as he leans cooly against the immaculate doorway biding his time. 

You grit your teeth and take one last look at the stoic man before gathering your white, flowy dress in your palms and sprinting into the verdant maze.

Shades of pine and juniper whip by in a hurried frenzy as you race one foot in front of the other. 

You take a left and then a right as you begin your journey into the winding maze. You remembered the first few turns and that there was a statute pointing to the exit of the maze but the rest was a blur.

Each step is anguish as stones dig into your bare soles. You curse him under your breath as you take a right turn and run past one of the many marble statues that line the corridors. 

Lloyd made it clear when you arrived at the Chateau that you were his property. He dressed you only in sheer white dresses and forbid any shoes unless you were going outside. He liked you half nude and barefoot. 

You stop short, almost twisting your ankle on the rocks when a sinister voice hollers from behind. 

It was Lloyd. 

“Time’s up, Sunshine!” He yells from the entryway. “Ready or not, your ass is mine!”

You roll your eyes at him acting like this was some twisted version of a children's game and like your mind and body weren’t on the line.  

Pins and needles puncture your lungs as you run fast around each corner. He’s clearly gaining on you as the booming footfalls get closer and closer. 

“Buttercup…”

His taunting voice echoes over the hedges. It slithers into your spine and makes you quiver. You force yourself to keep moving despite the constant heckles and the urge to submit.

“Why you runnin’ from me?” 

It doesn’t even sound like he’s chasing you, more like he’s stalking you. Waiting for the opportune time to strike. 

“You scared of me? Scared of big bad Lloyd?”

Tears prick your eyes every time you turn a corner, imaging he’s laying in wait, ready to take you down and make you pay for your disobedience. 

A sharp left and then straight for 5 paces, another sharp left, and then a clearing emerges. 

It’s the center of the labyrinth.

You’re halfway to freedom. 

“I won’t hurt you!” He yells. His voice is so clear it sounds like he's right next to you. “I’m just gonna fuck you into the ground. Maybe choke you a little. That ain’t too bad!”

You run into the core of the maze as his taunting gets louder. Blood pounds in your ears with every step and your dress clings to your dewy flesh.

A large fountain sits directly in the center with small hedges and shrubs circling it. Dim, yellow hues light the yard while a handful of stone benches and statues fill out the rest of the area.

Your eyes dart around the arena looking for a place to hide as the sound of crunching stone gets closer. You race towards one of the small hedges and dive behind it. Rocks clink when your body hits the ground just as Lloyd turns the corner. 

His heavy footfalls cease. It’s deadly silent. Only your heart beat and the splashing water from the fountain burst in your ears. 

Your body shakes with primal fear as he stalks around the center of the labyrinth.

“I know you’re here,” Lloyd muses, darkly. “I can smell you.”

You’re core instinctively clenches. Despite the anxiety and adrenaline, your panties are sticking to your cunt. You’re absolutely soaked.

“Oh Buttercup.” He sings melodically. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Your fingers dig nervously into the rocks. You eye one of the various exits out of the center and wonder if you can make a run for it. 

“Listen, I'll do my best to not go too hard on you.” He says with a chuckle as he dips a finger into the water testing the temp. “Who am I kidding? I can’t do soft. Unless it’s soft serve Mint Chocolate Chip. M’mm M’m! That shit’s delicious!”

You catch the whimper in your throat before it escapes. Your heart pumps frantically in your chest and you scream at yourself to run as the sounds of crunching stones get closer. 

Then the crunching stops.

Your eyes whip open just in time to see a dark, massive shadow gliding over the uneven stones and smothering your own.

“Here’s Lloyd!” He yells, manically next to your head.

You shriek and shove a hard elbow up and back landing a solid hit to his nose. A jarring crunch and a painful grunt echo into the dusky sky. 

“GOD DAMNIT!” Lloyd stamps his foot, hollering in pain.

You narrowly escape his clutches as you jump to your feet and race out of the clearing. Bile rises in your throat knowing the monster is not far behind. White billows behind you, dancing chaotically as you sprint for your life down a random corridor.

Your mind spins and your chest heaves but you continue to run as you hear him closing in. 

“I applaud you, Buttercup. I really do.” He praises you while stalking close behind. “Never thought you had it in you.” Lloyd sounds partially impressed by your display of strength. “But you’re gonna pay for that little outburst.”

You hiccup in fear and race down another stretch of green, running until your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your ribcage. 

After a few more turns, you stop. You listen for any sign of Lloyd but all you hear are the chirps of crickets. You slump against the greenery and take a deep breath before peering down the corridor in front of you. 

Elated tears spring to your eyes when you gaze upon the exit to the maze. Not more than 20 feet straight ahead, stands a glorious marble statue pointing the way to freedom.

Your body lights with newfound energy and you hightail it towards the opening despite your bruised feet and seared lungs. Your eyesight is a blurry, watery mess of green and stone as you run with all your might.

With all the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you couldn’t help but laugh. You did it. You beat the bastard at his own game. 

The fear starts to die down when abruptly your world flips–

“Caught ya!”

A hand ensnares your dress and your body whiplashes in slow motion. Your fingers graze the open air of the exit before he tosses you to the ground.

The wind knocks from your lungs. You sputter and cough as you reach toward the exit with desperate hands.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I step on your moment?” He sneers before grasping your feet and dragging you across the rocks to his feet. 

You hastily dig your fingers into the rocks and scream, wildly kicking your feet as Lloyd laughs madly. “I’ve got you now, my pretty!” Lloyd quips. 

He dodges your flailing limbs as he yanks you into his ferocious hold and tears your dress up the side. He tosses it to the ground leaving you bare and gasping.

“We can do this the hard way,” Lloyd wiggles his bruised nose and sniffs some fallen blood, “or we can do this the hard way. Your choice.”

You struggle pitifully as he cages your wrists and jars your body with a rough shake. Your head whips to the right unexpectedly and your cheek explodes with a bright flash of pain as Lloyd stuns your frantic movements with a pop.

You catch a glimpse of his sweaty, tousled hair and bloody features and your fight or flight instinct kicks in. You’d never seen him so feral before and it made your belly cramp with submission and insatiable arousal.

He presses a strong hand to your throat and you whimper. Your eyes fall to his heaving chest as you blubber out an apology.

“Uh uh, it’s too late for that.” He shakes his head, strands of hair fall and grazes his temple. “You don’t get to back out now. Especially not after busting up my face.” 

He shoves you to the ground by your throat. Your knees hit the gravel and the shock makes your mouth whip open in pain. Lloyd uses it to his advantage and shoves two thick fingers past your lips making drool slip from the corners of your mouth.

“Awe is my pretty baby already foaming at the mouth for my cock?” Lloyd purrs as he takes out his heavy length. “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”

He gives it a long tug from weeping tip to veiny bottom before smacking it against your cheek and smearing precum along your jaw. “I gotta say you put up a good chase.” he praises while slowly dry humping the side of your face. “Made me fuckin’ rock hard.”

The fingers in your mouth tip your head back and keep your lips stretched as he stands over you like a child tormenting an ant. Your body quakes under his feral stare, making your eyes brim with salty tears and skin prickle with eager anticipation. 

“I didn’t think I could get any harder but here you are on your knees, lookin’ all sad that you lost. God damn, I love seein’ those pretty eyes water.” 

The shock of it catches you off guard and you heave when he spits directly on your exposed tongue. “Gonna need all the lube you can get.” he says, thumbing the apple of your cheek. “My cock is gonna tear you up.”

His fingers crane your jaw wide and he shoves his bulging cock past your lips. You whine under the intense pressure as your tendons ache from the obscene stretch. His musky brine washes over your tongue as he drives his length in as far as it’ll go.

The fat mushroom head nudges your throat cruelly forcing you to gag sickly around him.

His fingers dig into your scalp as he fucks your face with deep plunges. Spit coats his balls in a shiny layer as they smack against your chin with each punishing shove. 

He growls ferociously low as the beast finally stakes its claim. “Gonna make sure you remember this.” His hands encompass your slippery jaw for a tender moment before he pinches your nose closed.

Your eyes bug and you urgently shove at his hips but it was like trying to move a building. He towered over you with such power and strength that it was pointless to fight.

He drives his length in deep, shoving his cock just a bit further down your windpipe, and your bloodshot eyes water profusely. Your chest heaves and your belly revolts, wanting to spew from the unwanted probing.

“You look so pretty like this. On your knees. Knowin’ your place.” He mutters, thumbing at falling tears. 

Your fingers dig anxiously into his black trousers as each frightful second ticks by. Your head feels airy and light like it might float away if he didn’t have his cock lodged in your gullet.

“Thatta girl. Get all stupid and weak for me.” He groans at your hazy features when your eyes start to roll backward. The spark in your eyes dims ever so slightly and your body sags.

He rips his cock from your mouth and slaps your cheek with a callous hand shocking you back to life. If he didn’t have a hand locked in your hair you’d have fallen from the impact. “Lookit’ you actin’ all fucked dumb and my cock hasn’t even stretched that cunt yet.”

You mewl and pitifully shove at his hands when he easily manhandles you onto all fours.

He grasps the back of your neck when you start to struggle. One large hand fits almost around the entire column as he tuts at your silly attempts at escape. “Shh shh, we’re just getting to the good part.”

Lloyd presses your face into the cool rocks making your ass stick high in the air as he crouches behind you. “God damn.” You hear him mutter as he stares unabashedly at your cunt. Your pussy clenches under his gaze and drips steadily down your thighs. 

“Fuckin’ knew it.” Lloyd chuckles and brushes a finger through your drenched, creamy slit making your hips writhe. “You love this just as much as I do. You’re one sick puppy.” A thick wad of spit hits your pussy and it makes you whine.

Lloyd watches the fluids mix before tapping his swollen, leaky crown against your tight folds. “As I said, I’m gonna tear you up.”

It was your only warning before he drives his solid length into your snug cunt. You scream from the intrusion and burn despite the ample amount of spit and arousal.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels like you tryin’ to rip my dick off.” He groans.

You fit like a sleeve around his cock as he pummels you into the ground. His hands envelop your hips with a bruising hold, pushing and pulling you on his dick like a little rag doll. 

A gluey ring of cream wraps around the thick girth and sticks to his curls as your pleasure mounts. 

“No, no.” He sneers and with a rough hand seizes the back of your neck halting your peak. 

He drives his cock into the hilt and stills, pressing against your ass with his Adonis belt, and coats every inch of his length in your viscid arousal. “You’re not comin’ until I fuckin’ tell you to.”

You mewl from the painful pleasure as the spongy head of his cock brutally kisses your cervix as he inches his way into your stomach. 

He’s so fucking big you could hardly breathe.

Lloyd’s body folds over yours, crushing you into the hard ground as you yelp under the weight. “Think I won’t try and bust through your cervix?” He threatens. His breath is hot against your cheek as his mustache rubs your skin raw. “I’ll fill your insides with my cum until it’s dripping out each and every one of your holes.”

You squall as your ribs grind against the unforgiving stone. He leans over you, twisting your head until you're looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Your sight is blinded for a moment as light glistens off something shiny in his hand.

The cold press of steel against your cheekbone makes you go rigid. 

“Oh, damn. That cunt just got fuckin’ tight. Almost made me shoot my load.” He grunts and forces his girth into your channel. “Can’t have that when I just brought the life of the party!”

You’re stock still as he lightly traces the knife down your back. It glides over every notch in your spine as he leans back and slowly watches his cock pump into your devastatingly soaked core. 

A warm hand spreads your ass cheeks and showcases his cream stained cock. He taps the knife gently against your puckered hole and you wail.

“Oh, don’t be a baby. You’ll enjoy this.” 

You jump when a dollop of spit lands on your ass. “Easy now. No sudden movements if I were you.”

Your breath hitches when you feel something press against your untouched hole. You shake your head in disbelief and mewl with nervous anticipation.  

Lloyd hums contentedly to himself as he pushes the handle of the blade carefully into your ass. “What a fuckin’ site.” He gloats and presses until it’s lodged to the hilt. 

He slowly thrusts his cock into your searing channel and holds the knife steady, testing the waters until he deems it safe. The ungodly stretch from the uncommon plug burns as he fucks his length deeper with every drive.

“Who knew you’d be such a slut for my knife. It’s fuckin’ you real good ain’t it?” he taunts as he begins moving the smooth handle of the blade in and out of your ass, matching the strokes that claim your cunt. 

A horrid gasp falls from your lips as a wave of pleasure suddenly knots in your belly. You clutch a handful of rocks as the cramp grows tighter and tighter. You hastily beg to come as he thrusts steadily into your silken caverns. 

He grits his teeth, feeling his own peak at the base of his spine.

“You cum on my knife like a good girl or I keep you plugged with it until tomorrow.” He sternly orders.

The threat tips you over the edge and you come with a shriek around his cock. Lloyd’s hips stutter as your cunt locks around his dick and swirls, milking the come from his balls as the handle of the knife prolongs your pleasure.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he fucks his load into your soaked core, filling you to the brim with every drop.  

Your body is exhausted. It’s frayed and worn from the adrenaline that slowly withers from your limbs. You go slack in his hold and barely hiss when he eases the handle of the knife from your ass. You’re numb to the elements and from the pain as copious amounts of white drip from your abused folds.

He cradles you in his arms and smooths a hand over your tired features. “I’ll make sure the guys give you some space when you go out for walks, okay?” He says, softly. 

You smile weakly and pull him down into a tender kiss. His bristly mustache tickles your upper lip and you push him away with a chuckle. 

“What do you say I draw you a warm bath and we eat dinner and dessert in bed.” he offers, while effortlessly picking you up bridal style.

“That sounds lovely.” You purr, combing your fingers through his messy, damp strands as he walks towards the exit.

“Good. Now let’s get the fuck out of here. I’ve got a serious craving for some Mint Chocolate Chip.”

WHO WANTS TO MAKE THIS MAN ANGRY?? I DOOO 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #chris evans #the gray man

[amorest-viesse]

[Your Warm Hand in Mine] - Chloe SR Card Story Translation

Ft. Figaro (Akira and Western wizards mention in card episode)

A Line for the Lady - Chapter 1

[Weeping Princess’ Castle]

Chloe: May I have your hand, my lady?

Chloe: …No, that’s not right. Maybe it needs to be more gallant.

Chloe: To ensure you’re not swept away by someone else, may I have your hand, my lady?

Figaro: Ahaha, how forward of you, but by all means.

Chloe: Whoa! Where did you come from?

Figaro: Oops, sorry for the scare. You just seemed so serious, I thought it might help to have a partner.

Figaro: Although, it doesn’t look like things are going too well right now.

Chloe: Ahaha… You got me there.

Chloe: Truth be told, I just can’t get the hang of this escorting thing. No matter how much I practice, I always get nervous and totally freak out.

Figaro: Really? I never would’ve guessed from the number of times I’ve seen you invite the Master Sage out. 

Chloe: It’s totally different with them though!

Chloe: We’re basically BFFs, so if I goof up, we can just laugh it off!

Chloe: I can’t exactly do that during a ceremony with strangers though… If I leave a bad first impression, it’s totally over for me!

Figaro: Hmm, I see the dilemma now. Well then, what if you did this?

Figaro: Don’t put too much pressure on yourself and try treating it like a game.

Figaro: You Western wizards are always doing that kind of stuff right?

Chloe: Think of it like a game? You know, that might just work!

Chloe: Oh, but what should the setting be? A ball? A birthday party? A theatrical production?

Chloe: What do you think, Figaro?

A Line for the Lady - Chapter 2

Figaro: Let me think…

Figaro: What if… you were the heir of a noble family meeting your betrothed for the first time, and you needed to take her out on a very special date?

Chloe: Me? An aristocrat?

Figaro: If the situation is too difficult to imagine, I could always turn into your beautiful betrothed for practice sake.

Chloe: Eh!? You? As a noblewoman!?

Chloe: As much as I’d like to see that… I wanna give it a shot on my own first.

Figaro: Ahaha, fine by me.

Chloe: Alrighty then, here I go. …Ahem.

Chloe: …It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my fair lady. I have been eagerly awaiting this day. 

Chloe: Dressed in dusky blue with luminous diamonds about your neck, you’re the very vision of a star, descending from the heavens to grace us with your ethereal presence…

Chloe: Now, may I have your hand, my lady?

Figaro: …

Chloe: So? How did I do?

Figaro: It was even better than I’d expected. You really are Rustica’s apprentice.

Figaro: I think you’d charm just about anyone like that.

Chloe: Really?

Figaro: Really. Every word was elegantly and beautifully delivered.

Figaro: Although, it was funny to hear you compliment your partner’s dress and accessories without them actually being there. I’m sure no one but you could’ve come up with a line like that.

Chloe: Ehehe, I’m glad to hear it! I think I can totally take on the real thing now.

Chloe: Thanks so much for helping me out, Figaro!

We Gotta Go All Out! - Card Episode

[Manor Living Room]

Chloe: This should go… here. And the fabric should be gathered here…

Akira: Good afternoon, Chloe. Is that a new dress design?

Chloe: Oh, Master Sage! Great timing!

Chloe: This is super random, but what kinda dress do you think would look good on Rustica!?

Akira: This is for Rustica, you say?

Akira: Um, I feel like he could make anything work, but maybe… He’d like one with a bluebird embroidered on it.

Chloe: You think so? Alright then, I’ll keep that in mind.

Akira: Did Rustica request this?

Chloe: Ehehe, these outfits are actually for a special class session.

Chloe: When I told the other Westerners about how nervous I was during the mission, they offered to give me a special lesson on escorting…

Chloe: We’re using transformational magic so I can have practice with both men and women!

Akira: Oh I see now! That sounds like a lot of fun.

Chloe: Right? Figaro also gave me some really good advice during the mission.

Chloe: Which is why he’ll be there too as a special guest instructor!

Akira: (A Western wizard lesson with Figaro in attendance… I’m really curious now…)

Akira: …Hey, do you think there’s room for one more? I want to see how your lesson goes.

Chloe: Of course there is! In fact, you should join us as a participant!

Chloe: I’ll make sure to design you the most beautiful dress and dashing suit ever!

Home Screen Voice Line

“Ehehe, do you remember how I gave everyone presents to show my appreciation the other day? Well, as a thanks for the thanks, some of them gave me a gift back. I totally wasn’t expecting it, so it made me super happy. W- Wait, you’re giving me one too!?”

#mhyktl #mahoyaku #mhyk #chloe collins #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #figaro garcia #this should be mhyk required reading #im so serious

[weministertomonsters]

Orc (Oak) x human female reader ~ Part 1

If you enjoy this story, please re-blog it if you're able! It helps a lot. <3

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The air bites at your skin and you can see each puffing white cloud of your breath as you struggle to keep your numb fingers curled around the handles of the basket of wood chips. The first thing you hear is the chatter of talking women and second, the crack of Ms. Markely's cane.

"Faster!" Ms. Markely snaps, and someone howls in pain.

"Oh, Ms. Markely, do have some pity on her," one of the women tuts. "She's just a girl."

"She's twelve, old enough to know that if she doesn't help fill her family quota, it will be her plate going empty," Ms. Markely sneers back. "The sooner you're done, girl, the sooner you can leave, so continue carding that wool. I don't want to see a single tangle when you're through."

Ms. Markely turns her ungainly body, rustling in her crisp skirt, and spots you.

"Come now, stoke the fire. We're all freezing," she commands.

You do as she asks, glad to have a reason to crouch beside the warm fireplace. You can't linger for long, however, and as soon as you're done you move over to the corner where the young girl crouches, untangling sheep's wool. Her face is dirty and smudged where fresh tears have run. A scruffy kitten lies sleeping on her lap. She smiles when you take a stool to sit on and begin to help her.

"My name is Ann, what's yours?" She asks.

You tell her your name and inquire about the kitten. "Is she yours?"

"Not really but she's a stray so Momma said I could keep her."

You make small talk for a while but soon fall into companionable silence. You daydream about the things you would rather do. Sleep, for one. And make clothes for people as a seamstress instead of being confined to carding wool, a job that has no room for creativity and design.

Everyone has been carding and spinning wool since morning, and the cold makes backs ache and fingers protest even more than usual but no one complains. For many, this is the only way they can ensure food on their tables and grain in their bins during the long winter months.

"How much longer?" Ann whispers, scratching at her hair.

You shrug a shoulder and wince at the throbbing pain that you're reminded of. You had gone out to chop wood in the shed earlier and since you had wanted a substantial amount, you were probably swinging that heavy axe for longer than you should have.

With this weather, it's hard to know the time, as the dusky light filtering through the dirty windows could either mean early morning, late evening, or anything in between. At the speed at which you're forced to work, a single hour feels like so much more.

"Ms. Markley, when will we go for a break?" Ann asks, "I need to pee."

"When you've darned that basket of clothes," Ms. Markely says, pointing.

In a place like this, there's always extra work to do. Ann groans loudly and scrambles out of the way of Ms. Markely's swiping cane.

"Don't let me catch you slacking off or you'll stay an extra hour," the woman warns sternly.

No one can complain. More than half of the young women are unmarried, meaning they have no one to rely on. Others are apprentices for various jobs that have nothing to do in the winter, so the wealthy families in the town offer food and board and a small stipend in exchange for their labor. 

Ms. Markely is in charge of everything, so no one dares stand against her. Not even if you needed to piss, like poor Ann. Outside, the clop of horse hooves draws nearer and Ms. Markely peers outside, smoothing her stiffly starched collar.

"The delivery man is here for the wool," she says. "You there, go and help load the bags out."

She's looking at you over her beak-like nose. You've been living with her for over two months and she still can't recall your name. You stand quickly, wincing as your knees protest. The damn cold. It's bearable though because you get to see Oak, so you hurry out before Ms. Markely changes her mind.

You've been friends with Oak for a while now, ever since the Summer Festival when you drank too much mead and made a fool out of yourself dancing on a table and he was daft enough to call the incident a cute mishap.

"Hurry!" Ms. Marekly snaps unmercifully. "The horse will need to eat before its rounds as well s you might as well feed it while you're out there. Can't expect that man to do everything."

"Yes, Ms. Markely." You sigh and dip into a small curtsy before stepping outside, bracing yourself for the cold, and yet you're still unprepared for how brutally cold it is.

The sunlight reflecting on the snow hurts your eyes and you blink until they adjust. Oak comes twice a week to take the spun wool to the warehouse, where it is then shipped off to fairer lands where the woolen clothes are worn for fashion more than anything, or so you've heard.

Oak is also a farmer and even owns a plot of land. That alone makes him considerably well-off but it has got to be a lot of work to manage a farm, although you haven't asked him about it because you don't want to seem nosy.

You pause for a moment to watch him haul bales of hay out of the cart he brought along for the horse. Ms. Markely pays for that hay, which is fed to the horse Oak takes to the warehouse. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing inky tribal tattoos, which makes you wonder how he isn't freezing.

His ears are studded with bronze rings and his shiny hair- even longer than yours, is loose around his neck to retain body warmth. He's an orc but that never made him anything less in your eyes; in your opinion, he's more handsome than most of the men you know. He looks up and catches you staring and calls out your name, beckoning you over. You blush and hurry forward.

"Hey. Let me help you with those," you murmur, grabbing the rough rope looped around a hay bale.

"They're almost half your size, doll, and rather heavy. Don't worry about it," he says, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

He knows you're going to insist on helping anyway. You work in tandem to take them into the shed, which doubles as a storeroom. He carries two at a time and could probably carry more if he had extra hands. You half-carry and half-drag two bales in, proud of your small accomplishment.

Once the last of the hay has been brought in and the horse is fed, an awkward pause comes between you as you stand in the shed. It's nearly impossible not to look at him. You clasp your hands together and blow on them, rubbing to try and wake your fingers up.

"Let me," Oak says, reaching out to take your hands between his.

His body runs hot and his palms instantly warm your hands. Idly, you think about what a cozy bedmate he would make. You wouldn't need to layer several dresses on to stay warm. You could just snuggle up against his big body.

His thumbs stroke over the backs of your newly awakened hands and you shiver. The veins running up his arms give you butterflies in your stomach. Oak is strong enough to yank young trees up by their roots and yet gentle enough to hold a newborn kitten with tender care. It makes you wonder how his touch would feel on you.

He calls your name and you jerk your gaze up to his face. Life up in the icy north is rough on everyone but the crow's feet that appear when he smiles have a sort of elegance that makes it impossible to guess his age accurately. His orcish smile and boyish gaze don't help either.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" You stammer.

"I said, you look rather thin and pale. Have you been eating enough?"

You bite your lip and look down. "My work keeps me busy," you murmur. "I'm often too exhausted to eat when I get home."

"That's no good," he murmurs. "You know, I packed breakfast today. I still have some of it left over."

"Oh no, please don't bother," you stammer and he shakes his head, looming above you with a concerned frown.

"I do bother, doll. I want you healthy and happy, and you're neither right now."

You try to explain, but he's already striding out of the woodshed, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the door frame.

You wait, nervously imagining how mad Ms. Markely would be when she realizes you haven't returned yet and the ideas she'll get in her head about what took you so long... With any luck, she'll be too busy scolding someone to notice your absence. Oak enters the shed again, holding out a parcel of brown paper.

"It's not much but it's better than nothing," he says, all smiles again.

"Oh, I can't take your food," you say, but he's already unwrapping the package.

There are thick pieces of meat and cheese in there, along with a raisin bun. It's been weeks since you had anything other than bread and lukewarm soup. You bite your lip as the smell wafts over you.

"I know you are all working hard, but that woman seems to go harder on you than the rest as if she hates you. I can't help but worry," he says. "Don't let her walk all over you, okay?"

He breaks off a piece of the bun and holds it up to your mouth. Your embarrassment almost gets the better of you but you're very hungry, so you give in and let him feed you. Even though the bun is a little stale, it's the best thing you've ever eaten. The meat and cheese taste even better, deliciously pungent and salty.

When he has given you the last piece of meat, he's about to withdraw his hand when you grab it and lick the sugar from the raisin bun off his fingers, stomach satisfied and rumbling slightly with the richness of the food.

"I like your food," you mumble.

"And do you know what effect that has on me?" He says, his voice low and soft and upset. "You can't just go around licking my fingers, doll. I've only got so much self-control."

You drop his hand and back away sheepishly. "I... Sorry. That wasn't intentional."

"I'm hardly angry." His hand remains at his side and you wish he'd wipe it off.

Anything to burst the bubble of tension that has appeared between you. You still can't believe you licked his fingers. You stare at each other for a moment, at loss for words. He isn't even a little put off by your actions and some hidden part of you is curious about what will happen if you do it again.

"Where is that girl?" Ms. Markely suddenly shouts somewhere outside, bringing both of you back into the present with a bang. Oak draws back, tugging on his ear.

"I..." He clears his throat. "I have to go. Will I see you next week?"

You nod, licking your lips where the flavor still lingers. His gaze falls to them and his jaw clenches.

"I guess I'll see you then," he says. "Now take this and buy yourself something proper to eat for dinner."

He presses a couple of coins into your hand and ducks through the door, giving you no time to give it back. Your heart soars with joy and so much more as you slip it into your pocket and hurry out of the shed. Oak is hitching up the horse and you wave before you duck inside. Luckily for you, Ms. Markely has found a new target, waving her cane around and yelling about how to properly card and spin wool. You sense some of the women eyeing you with knowing suspicion but that's a concern for later.

For now, you sit and pick a new basket of wool to card, your stomach filled and heart warm.

#exophilia #terato #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #x reader #monster x human #monster romance #monster lover

[rabbitenn]

I’m sorry you probably get a lot of requests already!😣 but is it alright if I request a continuation for the momo x reader where they used to be lovers before momo became an idol? Maybe them on their reconnection date? Or anything you want! Take your time I love your work🥺🤍

RE: ESPERANZA.

Hope and yearning dance in his heart in shades of vibrant rose.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance, mild angst.

hello, lovely ! thank you so, so much for this request <3 it means a lot you liked part 1 enough to request a second one (for new readers: part 1 is on my masterlist, under the title Re: connect). It makes me very happy you enjoy my works too, I hope this one is to your liking as well ! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it.

To say you are impressed would certainly be an understatement.

When Momo suggested for you two to go on a date again after five years, you didn’t imagine something like this.

He certainly managed to surprise you.

In a good way.

In a really, really good way.

Pink and purple skies dye the buildings’ windows in a dusky glow, akin to a mirror in which the sun takes one last look before meeting the moon for a few stolen instants. In the balcony you stand at, a chilly breeze ruffles through your hair, soon to be starlit, as the allure of distant sparkles begins dotting the various edifices.

Before you, a small table is set.

An expensive looking bottle of wine lays between two cups, the designer tablecloth slightly fluttering to the sounds of sunset.

The glass door behind you slides open.

You turn around, your eyes meeting fuchsia ones, the sheepish way in which they crinkle up, matching his fanged smile.

“Momo, this is…”

He averts his eyes, hibiscus hues blooming on his cheeks.

“Do you… do you like it?” The idol finally asks, shy, those big eyes of his shining in expectation.

You turn around completely to face him.

And in that moment, Momo witnesses a scene he wishes to engrave in his memory.

Behind you, windows light up, opposing the cold light of a full moon. The gentle wind blowing by carries the magic of hopeful promises made with a first love in the transition between dusk and midnights. It makes your clothes flutter, rendering you in pure magnetism. Almost like an ethereal being, destined to soar down from the havens just to land in front of him.

Momo notices he’s probably staring too much, so he busies himself by tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“I love it, Momo.” You utter, softly. You tilt your head to the side, expression softening. “But why? How did you manage to rent the whole restaurant just for us two?”

Something nostalgic passes through your boyfriend, turned ex, turned boyfriend (or something like that) again.

“To make up for all the dates I didn’t take you on for the last five years.” Momo answers, tone filled with determination.

Now it is you who averts their gaze.

The past five years.

They had been a… complicated period of time, without a doubt.

Momo comes to stand beside you, arms propped on the railing as he stares into the impending night above.

He really hadn’t meant to dig up painful memories again, but this is something you both need to address.

“Momo, that’s…”

“No. Don’t say it’s in the past.” He cuts you off. You open your mouth to oppose him, but he goes on. “I’m sorry.” Momo says, sorrow lacing his tone. The idol leans his chin over his crossed arms. “Today should be happy… It’s… A date, right?” He smiles, and yet, the pent-up regret from the past half decade is so visible in his stare. Like flecks of stardust soon to be morning dew.

You scoot closer to him, arms touching as you lean your weight against the balcony too, facing the wondrous and unknown infinity above.

Your shoulder bumps against his.

“I’m happy.” You whisper. “I’m glad that we’re here now, that we’re talking again. That we’re…”

Together.

You still don’t dare say the word.

Maybe you are together in this place, yes.

But are you really together in the other sense of the word?

You know you want to be.

And he does too.

“Together.” You finally say, determination ruling your starlit gaze.

Momo glances at you, a smile dyed in hope and melancholy curling on his lips.

“And I’d like to keep it that way, you know.” You state, getting even closer to him.

One of your lover’s arms wraps around you, the warmth of his thundering heartbeat melting away the nightly autumn chill.

“Together.” He repeats, voice barely louder than a whisper. “I like how that sounds.”

“Let’s make it a thing then, no?” You grin.

Momo leaves a kiss on the corner of your lips.

Then, draping his jacket around your shoulders, he adds:

“Let’s.” Another soft kiss to your forehead. “And let’s eat too, hm?” He smiles, gesturing to the table.

When you sit down, you can’t help but think how a similar scene played out a few weeks ago. In a way less ideal atmosphere and under worse circumstances.

Eyeing the bottle of wine, you promise not to drink much this time.

You want to remember tonight.

And everything after it.

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #ainana #ainana x reader #sunohara momose #momo x reader #sunohara momose x reader #i7 #idolish seven #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish7 scenarios #idolish7 x you #idolish7 x y/n #idolish7 fluff #anime x reader #anime imagines #anime fluff

[ofmermaidstories]

Helloo, I’ve never asked anything before but my curiosity is absolutely killing me lmao.. did you have an inspiration for the kimono reader is wearing in something (just like this)? It sounds so intricate and pretty so I was just wondering ◡̈ I rly love the story btw you’re one of my favorite writers

omg okay so—i collect a magazine called kimono hime!! it’s out of print now im pretty sure (???) but it’s basically like a fashion mag with varying kimonos and yukatas and furisodes in all sorts of amazing prints, like, really contemporary stuff!

it’s such a beautiful magazine if you’re into fashion or design or are a weeb (me).

but as for Reader’s summer fit, there’s no real one-for-one inspo for it. 🥺 i kinda just took my cue from the issues of kimono hime and the designers within it—and tried to think up something fun! black and white stripes seemed fun because a) they were bold and b) could conceivably be imagined on a range of skin tones (like—i personally love wearing pastels and dusky pinks, but one of my besties is quite pale and can’t wear the same shades because it washes her out, so i thought we needed something that could maybe cover more ground than like “you’re wearing a green yukata” or whatever). i love roses, and tiny teeny spiders hiding among them seemed like a nice contrast (and also meant i could have our cool-guy kimono seller make his “you look like someone who’s a mix of both worlds” remark, because like, who among us doesn’t hold conflicting qualities? something pretty, something more repellent unless you really like spiders ig so then it’s like, something pretty and something cool LOL).

when i was on insta i was following a japanese designer who had these amazing patterns for kimonos and things, like, vintage cat faces on the obis and stuff so i knew when giving Reader one we could get away with like, something really neat—so the toads, snakes, roses and diamonds that’s meant to be on it is a nod to one of my favourite fairytales! tbh it’s mostly a little textual inside joke with myself, because the fairytale is about a pair of sisters who are each blessed and cursed by a fairy; the sister that treated the fairy sweetly is blessed so that when she speaks diamonds and precious jewels and flowers fall out of her mouth with her words. the sister that treated the fairy cruelly is cursed—so that it’s snakes and toads instead. it’s the same sort of line of thinking as the “mix of both worlds” comment: it’s the idea that Reader (like us all) is capable of saying both kind and cruel things. 🐍💎🌹🐸

it’s hard trying to come up with outfits in a reader-insert fic! and look, not everyone is going to be happy. but i did do a lil faux-kimono hime mock up, to show the general vibes of what i was going for with Reader’s fit. maybe with more roses though??? hmmm hmmm hmmm.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #hello anon hi hi—i hope you have a good weekend ahead of you 🤲🏽 #thank-you for asking this—i got a little carried away there 😭 #i just really like describing clothes in stories dsjfjsldkjflk #but also reader’s yukata makes a come-back in the last chapter sooo 🥹 #gotta get your yenjamins worth!!! #passion for fashion: the dress-up tag

[outofangband]

Birds of Dor-lómin

I have decided to make two posts at least for the birds of Hithlum, this one and one for Mithrim and greater Hithlum

As I take inspiration from several European and Asian countries for the environment of Dor-lómin, the species here reflects that however to the best of my ability it is ecologically consistent. Obviously this will not be a complete list and I will go back to it!

And as always requests are open! I’m also always willing to put together ecological world building based on specific real locations!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Note: I use Hadorian here to refer to the folk of Hador and of Marach including cultural practices that might predate Hador himself

The eastern mountains and forests around Húrin’s house: hazel grouse, brambling, northern wryneck, common buzzard, Zitting cisticola, grey headed woodpecker, black redstart, grey heron, common quail, great spotted woodpecker, dusky thrush, white winged crossbill, Bohemian waxwing, ring ouzel, tawny owl, common raven

The western border and Firth of Drengist: horned grebe, osprey, black crowned night heron, little gull, black tern, great white pelican, common kingfisher, common starling, little ringed plover, rocky pipit, white tailed eagle

Note: many of the mountain, sea and wetlands birds here are incidental species occurring in Dor-lómin because of migration or other factors. This is also true of some of the species listed for the eastern mountain borders.

The fields and open lands: Greylag goose, corn bunting, little owl, gadwall, mallard duck, wood lark, bearded reedling, hedge warbler, twite, common grasshopper warbler, yellowhammer, greater scaup (migratory), nightjar, stone curlew, barn owl, black headed bunting, whinchat, little grebe, goldfinch, blue throat

Throughout: common wood pigeon, fieldfare, hobby (migratory), common crane, mute swan, house sparrow, merlin, common buzzard (primarily in the Southern mountains), black woodpecker, gryphfalcon

World building notes:

-The people of Hador keep ducks, geese, chickens and pigeons including a species like passenger pigeons. They are the only group of Atani in Beleriand that has a practice of keeping birds primarily for eggs as well as meat and who uses eggs in cooking semi frequently. The Haladin, Bëorians, Drúedain and other groups do eat eggs though not usually chicken eggs and do not often use them as ingredients in baking (although there are some Bëorian dishes that involve bread with quail eggs)

-Hadorian food is a combination of farming and agriculture and hunting and foraging. Grouse, pheasant and wild ducks are sometimes caught for food

-Sea birds are relatively rare but can be seen in western Dor-lómin near the Firth of Drengist and the border to Nevrast. The northern Sindar who live in western Hithlum including western Dor-lómin keep oral records of the presence and appearance of sea birds and mentions of them appear occasionally in song

-Feathers of geese are designs associated with the Hadorian midwinter festival. They are sometimes worn but more commonly embroidered or painted.

-The northern Sindar by the caves of Androth paint birds on the cave and cliff walls, using pigments made from minerals, bark and sometimes shells. Herons, gulls and starling shapes are the most common.

-Random character HC: Sador’s favorite animals to carve are birds especially ground birds. Some of these he even paints or polishes when he has the time.

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #Hithlum #dor lómin #musing and meta #beleriand

[taichouu]

Howdy Hey, Howdy Ho !!

Welcome to this blog's 1000 follower event, Tai's 1k Twang! Not to my surprise, the majority of last week's poll chose to dress our favorites in the dusky glow of the wild west ...

Details for the Event;

-> This event is open for ANY character to be requested! Keep in mind that if they have an extremely complex design, I may skip it due to time constraints. -> Please limit requests to 1 - 3 characters. If you'd like them to interact in the sketch, please state so! Otherwise I will end up drawing them separated. If they are characters from different medias, feel free to send separate asks! + With this in mind, if you have anything you'd like to see them doing within theme, speak up! You want your blorbo holding a baby cow? Riding a horse? Shopping for boots? Lets do it! -> GO HOG WILD!

An absolute HUGE thank you to everyone who has supported me all 12 whole ass years on this old blog. Everyone who interacts with my art and loves what I create makes it easier to pick the pen back up. I seriously can't thank you all enough.

Submit your favorite characters, or anyone you'd like to see me draw below, and I'll draw them in a Cowboy AU!

NOW LETS GET THIS COOKIN' YEEHAW !!

#Tais 1k Twang #<- EVERY ART PIECE/POST WILL BE IN THIS TAG .. feel free to block if u find it annoying i wont be mad #tai talks #1k follower event #uffda what a long post bleh #I forgot to say please be patient with your re/quests .. simply because its my birthday next week and i work full time #I will be rbing this probably quite a few times over the next week or so to rack up re/quests ... :)c thank you everyone for your patience #THIS IS GONNA BE SOOO FUN AGHHH #Also please be proud of the horse i sketched for the banner #I'm curious to see how many people are actually gonna send stuff .. lol

[stellaluna33]

popping into people's asks this morning!

do you already have a fancy dress for your upcoming birthday party?!

I... have finally ordered the FABRIC (a silver-grey rayon velvet) for the dress for my birthday party. 😂. I dithered for a while because I couldn't make up my mind how many yards to get, haha. It's a fairly simple construction, though, so it shouldn't take too long (she says. 😅). The nice thing about it being a fantasy culture is that I can pretty much make it look however I want. So, I'm borrowing design elements/construction techniques from a variety of different ancient or traditional garments that mostly involve draping large pieces of fabric, haha! So the design is part Greek chiton, part kaftan, part Medieval European surcote... It's actually from a design I drew about 20 years ago for an illustration of Arwen, based on Tolkien's description of her at Elrond's feast in the Fellowship of the Ring. (I am being super insufferable and pedantic and insisting that the aesthetics of this party are based solely on the BOOK descriptions and not the movies. 😆. I love the movies! But their interpretation is only one of many possible interpretations and I have my OWN ideas about what things looked like, haha) The only part I probably won't be able to pull off is the belt of silver leaves. 😔 I made one in college and it was super pretty, but the only medium I had access to was silvertone "embossing metal," which is basically very heavy aluminum foil... So the belt was sadly very fragile and had to be thrown out years ago. I have definite ideas about how I would do it all over again, but sadly neither the time nor the funds to pull it off. 😆 Ah, well!

But I CAN use the cloak I made years ago (the old gown doesn't fit me anymore)! It's a dusky silvery lavender velvet, the color of a purple twilight sky (a similar color to Arwen's cloak in the movies), lined with a silvery faux silk, and has a voluminous hood. It was one of the first things I ever sewed by myself, and I remember cutting it out on the floor of the house I grew up in and asking my neighbor across the street to teach me how to use their sewing machine. 🥺 Aw! I'm feeling emotional about it now! 😂

#Sewing #Costuming #A long expected party #<- I think that's going to be my tag for this. Haha! #Rayon velvet is about half the price of silk velvet (and even silk velvet is usually mostly rayon now anyway) but still not super cheap #But I really wanted something better than polyester stretch velvet this time haha #My old cloak is definitely polyester stretch velvet! And it's still really pretty! #But... I was longing for the good stuff this time #Hence the dithering over yardage 'Can I get away with only 3 yards? No? Sigh. Fine.' I'm glad PayPal lets you split up payments now though!

[sweetiesshortstories]

Sword of the Fae Prince (pt2)

CLANK.

It rang in her ears and echoed down her spine. Steel on steel. She turned her head to look behind her, but instead saw two blades close enough to graze the lashes of her eye. Someone had stepped next to her during her panic without her notice. The air was electric, prickling her nerves and spurring a mist of anxiety on her chest and neck. After a few moments, the sword on top withdrew and the second sword did the same.  

Words were spoken around her, flow of syllables with ripples and air, a beautiful language so foreign to her ears it sounded like music. She wasn’t able to see who was speaking, her head couldn’t tilt back far enough to view the monumental figures around her. Soon several voices joined but they were silenced by one that commanded authority. A dusky voice that rumbled with such control and dominance they didn’t raise it a single notch.

Her hands dropped suddenly from their unpleasant embrace and her shoulders relaxed. Claire released an audible gasp and pulled her arms to her chest, the ropes she was tied with still securely around her wrists, were severed in half. A dull ache replaced the strain of being stretched. She didn't get a chance to look at who stopped the execution and cut her free, or even a chance to look around at all before she was lifted from the grassy floor like a feather being plucked from glades.

Large hands encompassed her waist before her stomach met a firm surface. She grunted against the contact and stared at the ground below her, disoriented. She had been thrown over someone's shoulder like a bag of mulch and their back too held intricate line work, but there was something different with theirs. It wasn't just ink, a smooth design, gems rested along the curves. They caught the rays of the sun and reflected colors of reds, blues, and greens on his earthen skin.

Claire held her breath as she observed them closer, watching the back muscles of the man carrying her dance beneath his skin. The gems didn't budge, they were imbedded. She became aware her palms rested on the colorful stones as she supported herself. She pulled her hands away out of fear of ripping them out and her torso slumped against the man. She didn’t know where it was safe to touch him, but she didn’t have to ponder long.

"Alright, human," The stranger said with a sigh as he tossed her onto her feet. Her world flipped, she wobbled and fell on a hard floor, limp with shock.

When had she gotten indoors?

She slowly trailed her eyes along the form of the man before her. Tall, lean, with trousers made of a smooth brown material and no shirt, exposing the molten traces along his chest. The man crouched down to her and craned his neck low, staring intently.

"Why are you here? How did you get to the Clove?”

Claire stared back into his eyes, marveling at the golden yellow orbs he saw through, framed by ink black lashes. His features were soft and delicate, but his body was harsh and masculine, he wore the skin of a warrior with the face of an angel. Claire could hardly bring herself to answer him. He tilted his head.

The Clove?

"Are you a human that can't speak?" His voice rumbled through her. Like an experience, she felt it thoroughly.

He says "human" as if I'm so different from him...

"It is fine," he continued with his brow furrowed. "I can work with it. You just need to show me where you entered, and I can send you back. But first," He lifted her wrist and pulled her towards him as his other hand touched her lower back, where a sensation of pain shot through Claire. She instinctively pulled away, but he shushed her and continued to hold her in place.

"It's not deep but it's my doing, I'll take care of it."

He guided her to her feet and showed her to a bed in another room. Claire reached beneath her shirt and touched the small of her back where she was becoming more and more aware of the pain. When she withdrew her hand, her fingers were coated in blood. She swallowed a lump in her throat and reached to touch her back again, convinced it had to be something else. Not blood. Not her blood.

"Don't touch it. Just remove your shirt and lay down." Claire thought back to when she was tied to the tree stump, wondering when the injury could have occurred. The panic she had stifled all along was beginning to surface and her body began to tremble. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest with each pulse and the blood on her hand began to blur before her eyes. Her breathing shifted into panic bursts as she turned to find a way out, but her legs felt like jelly. Weak and useless.

I almost died…I almost died! I might die now…

But the fear began to fade as quickly as it had surfaced. Her body released the tension it held as her breath steadied, and gradually the pace of her heart did too. A haze formed around her changing the room before her eyes, making it soft and giving it an ethereal glow. She could almost laugh at the buoyancy she felt glowing inside of her.

"I didn't want to charm you, but you left me little choice." Claire turned towards the voice of the tall alluring man that had led her there. Her chest collapsed at the sight; gold tendrils sparkled and danced from his back, fanning around him. Moving, dancing, a living light emanating from him. Her mouth opened wordlessly before her hands covered it in shock.

"You have...wings." She whispered. He tilted his head as he bridged the gap between them.

"And you can speak." She had forgotten to continue her silence through his enchantment, and she failed to care about her failure in that moment. He grasped the hem of her shirt and gestured to her to lift her arms, she obliged. The shirt was removed, and, in a trance, she followed his direction to the bed and lay on her stomach. She folded her arms and rested her cheek on her hands as she felt the bed sink around her with the man's weight.

She could hardly feel what he was doing, she was on a cloud above the world with limited oxygen. Delirious and happy to be so.

"How long will I feel like this?" She was was hushed, so relaxed she could barely manage to project her voice , but he heard her.

"As long as I decide. Why?" His tone was amused. He cleaned the blood from her back and had her wound healed into a fine red line moments later. He watched her flesh thread together, entangling and binding. Humans were easy to heal for his kind, their bodies were small and composed of organic matter and stardust. A Fae's body was much harder to heal, nature never intended for them to help one another. As a result his heart was leaping at the opportunity to please his instincts.

"I’ve never felt this at peace." Claire closed her eyes as she spoke.

"Peace? Interesting. Charms aren't usually described with that word. Heavy, dark, discombobulating, maybe, never peace." He removed his hands from her body begrudgingly, but he had run out of reasons to touch her, and he wasn't sure why that irritated him. "I…am done. You can sit up." He turned his head away as she slowly raised herself from the bed. She was disproportionally small on the piece of furniture, so clearly out of place. It was why he stepped in to help her, he told himself.

Seeing someone so vulnerable, so small, and outnumbered, it didn't look or feel right. He knew the rules as well as anyone, his job was to enforce them for the protection of the clan, but there were no guidelines on where protection ended. That was his call to make, and he did.

"I apologize for grazing you, it won’t scar." He handed her the shirt he had discarded from her earlier as her eyes swept over the scars on his torso.

"What's your name?" She accepted her shirt but her hands dropped to her lap with the clothing.

"Avalon."

Her eyes brightened, a captivating cinnamon glow. "That's so pretty!" Her voice was airy, still bespelled with charm. It was a different reaction than he was used to. She was incredibly lucid despite her size, even the weakest charms could bring an adult human to their knees but she sat there, conversing as if she had nothing more than a weak mead or wine.

"What's yours?" He didn't know why he asked, but the desire came swiftly as his curiosity grew.

"Claire. Just boring Claire." She laughed through her nose as she looked away.

"Well, just "Boring Claire", you should dress." He nodded towards the shirt she held in her lap, anxious to regather control of the situation. She looked at her hands and thoughtfully ran her fingers over the material. "Don't make me help you, human." He mumbled, mostly to himself. He tried to pull back the charm, but she was enticing him, making him want to release more.

"You helped me take it off." It was a knee-jerk remark, years of natural sarcasm that had been embedded in her. Avalon accepted the taunt and pulled her from the bed to a standing position, which was significantly beneath him.

Her skin was soft and warm, there was a frailty he wasn't used to. Like handling a single rose with your bare fingers. Avalon didn't remove his hands from her immediately, they lingered on her arms and his vision seemed to fall into her. Her dark eyes were endless, reminiscent of a lake under moonlight. He couldn’t help but to wonder if she had enchanted him back. He bent at the waist and lifted Claire from the floor, grasping her hips and placed her standing on the bed. It brought her just below his chin. She was light as air and with each passing second, he was becoming more intrigued, more curious and it made his charm stronger.

The magic danced in the air around them, glinting, reflecting light that wasn’t there and heightening both of their senses. The atmosphere was heavy, Claire felt as if she could take a step on the air and become eye level with Avalon.

“Are you an enchantress? A witch, maybe?” He searched her eyes and face, as if the answer was hidden in her features. She laughed lightly and shook her head. “Then why do I feel this way?”

“What way?” She tilted her head to the side as she gazed into his eyes.

“Like I could…” He brushed her raven hair behind her shoulder and grazed her cheek lightly. Claire felt a flutter deep in her abdomen from his touch, something was coming to life within her and reaching outwards, to him. She made the smallest move forward before she stopped herself, fighting the want to feel him. Avalon saw the whisp of movement, his own body was fighting for the same, but he couldn’t stop himself, not after seeing her body’s drive...

TBC

#writeblr #darkromance #romancewritersofinstagram #dark fantasy #fae #original story #dark smut #monster #monster fucker #to be continued #romantasy

[sophieswundergarten]

MBS Characters as Neat Words I Like

So. Listen. Some of these words are going to have fitting definitions. And some of them are just based on how they feel/look to me. Do with this what you will, and I hope you at least learn some fun new words :)

Mr. Benedict - Esoteric: requiring or exhibiting knowledge that is restricted to a small group / of special, rare, or unusual interest

It's very green and a bit orangey to me, like the scenes in S1 where he's sitting in the cabin, or a very nice rock. Maybe something with a fossil in it. But it's a good, slightly rough but ultimately quite pleasant texture. It's got the layers of an old book with age-stained pages and uneven edges because of how often it's been read. It's a really comforting word, and it's warm and inviting, like the feeling of walking into Mr. Benedict's house and seeing all the light come through the glass and the smell of books and the very clear evidence that it is lived in and full of love. If it had a physical form, I would keep this word on my shelf and look at it every day because it makes me smile.

Number Two - Librocubicularist: someone who reads in bed

Definitely a yellow word. It's got some nice light blues, like sunlight on a clear day streaming through a window, and a couple hints of green in there, but this word feels very warm and a bit like running your hand along the hard carved edge of a bookshelf. It's very square and cube-y, like a stack of little building blocks or one of those geometric M. C. Escher kind of designs. (Also I can see her just sitting on her bed and reading when people would want her to sleep when she was a kid)

Milligan - Hugger-mugger / Gallimaufry: Respectively, "secrecy" and "hodgepodge"

The first one is an automatic choice, because it basically sounds like a warped version of the words "hug" and "Milligan". It's a very warm, soft word that's a dusky orange-and-pink, like an old jacket or scarf that's being used to muffle a sound. The second word is chosen more for its meaning, as Milligan himself is a bit of a jumbley hodgepodge when we first meet him. It's coloured like moss covered stones along a riverbed, like the colours of that screenshot in Episode 1 where Milligan emerges from the secret tunnel in the yard. The tumbling of the word also mimics the curved brim of his hat.

Rhonda - Sophronise / Kismet: Respectively, "to imbue with moral principles or self-control" and "a hypothetical force or personified power that determines the course of the future events, fate, destiny"

"Sophronise" is because of how wise and quick-witted she is. She's a role model for the younger kids, and it was a really nice sunset- night-sky kind of ombre, a hint of deep magenta (Like that jacket she wore outside the cabin in S1) and the barest touch of yellow-orange, quickly moving into royal and midnight blue, and a whisper of silver that can almost be stars. "Kismet" is similarly multicoloured and beautiful, but more swirly like a wind-chime or suncatcher made of many different pieces hung just so, in such a way to catch the light and reveal glimpses of what's hidden deeper. It's a mostly wine-magenta and blue kind of colours; jewel tones.

Kate - Rawgabbit: somebody who speaks covertly about a subject of which they know nothing

This one's silly, because it just came to me because of its look. The definition doesn't really fit her at all. It's a helter-skelter word that is racing, fast moving and fidgety. It's a full kaleidoscope of colours, red and fierce and yellowy lemon gold and green like sun through new leaves and blue like daubs of fingerpaint all swirled and tumbling over each other, much like Kate's jacket.

Miss Perumal - Pluviophile: one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days

This is a very soft word, and it is a soft, watercolour kind of pastel. It's lavender and cherry blossom pink and a light sky blue, and it feels exactly like one of her nice sweaters or jackets. The lapel of a good, strong, felted jacket kind of feeling, like something you'd find at a thrift store and know that it was well loved, but taken care of so respectfully that you'll be able to wear it for years too. A pragmatic word. It is also very round and swooping, in much the same way her cadence of speech is.

Sticky - Uhtceare / Kenning: Respectively, "lying awake before dawn and worrying" and "a metaphorical compound word or phrase (such as swan-road for ocean) used especially in Old English and Old Norse poetry"

The first word is more because of the meaning, but it does have some hints of his shades of blues. The "uhtc" part is like glass as a lens, and the last part is like little round bits of blue sea glass, all tumbled and smoothed. It's a very pensive and reflective word, and it catches light in many different facets, something to be studied from many different angles in the solitary silence away from other people."Kenning" I chose because of its neat, rhythmic sound, like very even stitches through a piece of stormy blue cloth. It is a deceptively simple sounding word, but it has such a deep history, and I think that's something Sticky would really enjoy learning and knowing.

Constance - Fudgel: pretending to work when in reality one is not doing anything

Come on. This word is perfect for her. It has that hint of sweetness with "fudge", and yet it sounds stubborn and obstinate. It's a "fighting word", so to speak. Stout and short and compact, like a dense piece of wood that someone can heft and throw. And while I would not originally say that it has any of Constance's colours, there are parts of it that can be malleable, and there's definitely a hint of pink in the middle, a reflection and glimmer that comes from it being placed next to her name.

Reynie - Wergild: the value set in Anglo-Saxon and Germanic law upon human life in accordance with rank and paid as compensation to the kindred or lord of a slain person

This word came to me immediately. It isn't coloured so much like Reynie (Being mostly kind of deep purple and shaded forest green with the barest hint of gold, like brambles that have grown and woven themselves into an intricate shape), but for some reason it fits him. Maybe it's the complex depth that's hinted at in the heart of it. It's a wild word, but also very warm and trusting in that it expects the other person to honour their promises. Its etymology is basically "man" + "payment", and the idea of it being the value of a person when in relation to Reynie, who values every person as incredibly important is intriguing. Also, the first time I read it was in a fictional context as part of a spell or binding magic that connected people to one another, which is a much more vague and subjective reason, but it's a little more positive than "murder debt"

SQ - Welkin / Wanderlust: Respectively, "the vault of the sky / the upper atmosphere" and "strong longing for or impulse toward wandering"

Now. These words both start with "w" because "w" and "q" are coloured somewhat similarly to me, especially since there's an "s" involved. "Welkin" is a complex word, like running your hand over a particularly detailed and well-crafted mosaic. It's a very light baby blue fading into purple, a very mystical and soft word, like if you could tough fog. It speaks of walking softly down a grassy hill at dusk, looking up at the stars as they wake up and being able to trust that you won't trip. It's also got these kind of two curves, like the top of the "S" right next to the "Q". "Wanderlust" is dreamy and full of stardust. It's got that bluey-purple touch, but it sparks at the end, gold and shimmering and falling out of sight like a shooting star, just beyond the horizon, where you know you can follow it.

Curtain - Sanguine: marked by eager hopefulness, confidently optimistic / bloodred / consisting of or relating to blood

It's not quite the correct colour for Curtain, but the feel for it is right. It has a bit of dark blue, but it's also slimly and squelchy the "gui" bit makes it kind of greasy and hard to keep a hold of. It also fits him because of the different meanings; originally, "sanguine" meant "cheerful" because of the medieval concept of the four humours governing the human body, and it came from the Latin "sanguineus" which means bloody. The seemingly jarring differences between "happy" and "bloody" are a good representation of Curtain's duality.

Garrison - Gerrymandering: the practice of dividing or arranging a territorial unit into election districts in a way that gives one political party an unfair advantage in elections

This word also came to me really quickly. I kind of "see" spelling in my head, so even though the "g" in gerrymandering is pronounced like a "j" instead of how it is in "Garrison", it works. The word is coloured very much like her: light, dappled green and a little pink and some specks of orangey-red. It's also a strong word, a tiny bit mischievous but with hard lines that won't be crossed, no matter how much trickery and metaphorical dancing around delicate topics is involved to attain a goal.

#I'm sorry if these don't make any sense #I decided to let myself go all out with the descriptions #Or as much as I was comfortable with #Since it's just supposed to be silly #I nearly gave Curtain “pedantic” because it's kind of like the bitter and serious brother of “esoteric” #But the feeling wasn't quite right #Either way #I enjoyed getting to put all this down #It's been in my drafts for weeks because I was so nervous about rambling and sounding insane #But I'm putting it out there! #And now I shall shut up and stop stalling in the tags #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #mr. benedict #nicholas benedict #number two #milligan wetherall #rhonda kazembe #kate wetherall #miss perumal #sticky washington #constance contraire #reynie muldoon #sq pedalian #ld curtain #nathaniel benedict #dr. garrison #ALSO #SOME OF THESE ARE OLD ENGLISH #SO THEY AREN'T REALLY COMMONLY USED/DOCUMENTED