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dee-writes-smut · 14 days

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SPRING

FEATURING Azriel x Illyrian!reader

SUMMARY on a mission to discuss peace negotiations with the Illyrians, you find yourself in a tricky spot without your best friend. (part two is up)

CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of injuries, pain, torture, depression, and misogyny. This one is dark, please ensure you are feeling comfortable and safe.

AUTHORS NOTE today I woke up and chose violence apparently. This fic is unbelievably long and It's been a while, so I thought I would appease you while I continue to work on the second part of the mark fic. I hope you all enjoy. <3

In the gentle embrace of spring, as nature stirred from its winter slumber, the world seemed to come alive in a symphony of sights and sounds. The air grew lively with vibrant colors of blossoming trees, their delicate leaves unfurling, whispering hope upon the wind. Each leaf and flower, each insect and animal all seeming to dance in the sunlight and bask in new chances of growth. It was truly a testament to beauty and resilience, to life.

But, amidst the beauty of renewal, there lingered a sense of sorrow, a deep heaviness that hung in the air like a dark cloud just breaching above the horizon. Spring had brough not only the promise of new beginnings, but a painful reminder for all that had been lost and forgotten. And as rain fell softly upon the earth, calling to mother nature to gift the soil with fertility, memories of pain consumed you. The gentle patter of raindrops against the earth did not serve to remind you of new beginnings, but set a somber soundtrack in your thoughts, a melancholy melody that echoed the ache you felt in your heart.

As pollen filled the air, coloring the wind and triggering allergies that left you sneezing and sniffling, you couldn't help but feel trapped within the confines of your own sorrow, isolated from the prospering world around you. Vibrant colors and sweet scents did nothing to comfort, rather building a prison of sorts, confining you to the memories of the person you once were, of the life you used to lead.

(Springtime, The Illyrian Mountains)

As you and Azriel ventured into the heart of the Illyrian steeps on a mission, the harsh terrain mirrored the cold, hardened demeanor of its inhabitants. The people of this unforgiving land, with their anger and hostility, were the only semblance of family you had ever known. Yet, their begrudging tolerance of your existence only fueled the resentment that simmered within you. How could you ever understand a people who would dare to strip you of your wings, your very essence of freedom, as a cruel display of dominance and worthlessness?

"Interesting how Rhys sends the two of us, who would sooner see the Illyrians burn, for peace negotiations," you remarked with a bitter chuckle, nudging Azriel to draw him from his thoughts. Azriel, your closest friend for three centuries, had become a steadfast companion since that fateful night when you first crossed paths with Mor at Rita's. Though the details of that encounter remained a blur, the bond forged between you and Azriel stood firm.

"Cass is stuck with Nesta. She’s been feeling off lately, she senses something stirring, but isn’t sure what. Elain shared her sentiments," Azriel grumbled, his countenance slipping into the stoic mask of the shadowsinger, overshadowing his gentle and kind-hearted nature that was generally reserved for you and the rest of your chosen family.

"So, Rhys sent the only other two Illyrians he knows. How convenient for us," you retorted, your wings instinctively folding in close as you navigated the lifeless streets of the Illyrian camp. By now, they had learned better than to challenge your presence for too long.

"Just stick close," Azriel advised, his voice tinged with caution. “There are still many men who wish to see you wingless and under their influence.”

You rolled your eyes and let out an exasperated huff but nodded in agreement. "Stubborn bastards," you muttered under your breath.

In hindsight, perhaps openly disparaging them while walking through their camp wasn't the wisest choice. But they were well aware of your disdain for them, just as you knew the depths of their animosity towards you. They had cast you out like prey when you were just a child, and you had since made it your life's mission to rise above them in every way possible. The mere thought of your superiority grated on them to no end, and you reveled in it.

Azriel chuckled softly, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. He nudged you back in the side as you approached Lord Devlon’s home, the both of you sharing a sullen look of understanding before Azriel knocked.

The response was immediate, Lord Devlon swinging the door open with a scowl that mirrored Azriel's own grim expression. "I don't care that you force us to let our women keep their wings," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain, "but I will not negotiate with one. Especially her."

Azriel's growl rumbled deep in his chest, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "I don’t give a fuck about your preferences," he snapped, his voice laced with barely restrained anger.

You sighed, your wings flaring behind you in agitation as you shot a withering glare at Devlon. Barely missing Azriel's own, which mirrored your movements, his solidarity unwavering.

Turning to Azriel, you spoke with a sense of resignation. "Go on. I'll catch up with Emerie and a few others."

Though reluctant to part ways, Azriel relented, “Fine,” he growled, knocking his forehead gently against yours. It was a gesture you both shared, a silent reassurance that you were never truly alone in the face of adversity. With a nod of encouragement, you turned and walked off Devlon’s steps, making your way back into town to seek solace in the company of the only Illyrian, aside from your bat boys, whom you found more than tolerable.

After sharing a drink with Emerie and catching up for a few hours, you felt a tug of responsibility urging you to check in on Devlon and Azriel. Yet, deep down, a part of you secretly hoped that Azriel had taken matters into his own hands and dealt with the pompous leader once and for all, though you dared not voice such thoughts aloud.

As you stepped outside, the tranquility of spring in the mountains enveloped you like a comforting embrace. The harsh winds of winter had given way to a gentle, cool breeze that whispered through the trees, carrying with it the promise of warmer days ahead. It was a peaceful scene, if one could ignore the harsh realities of life in this unforgiving land, and the unspeakable horrors inflicted upon its women.

You closed your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to bask in the crisp, cool air, a stark contrast to the warmer weather of Velaris. But before you could fully immerse yourself in the tranquility of the moment, they struck.

It happened so quickly, the ambush catching you off guard. Before you could react, a blow to the back of your head sent you reeling, darkness descending upon you like a heavy shroud. In the blink of an eye, consciousness slipped away, leaving you vulnerable and defenseless against the unknown assailants. If you had had the chance to process the situation, perhaps embarrassment would have crept in at being caught off guard so easily. But the darkness of unconsciousness claimed you swiftly, dragging you down into its depths before you could even muster a response.

"Wake up, whore," a voice hissed in your ear, jolting you from the haze of unconsciousness. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to make sense of your surroundings, the harshness of the voice sending a shiver down your spine. Blinking against the darkness that enveloped you, you felt a heavy weight pressing down upon your head—a bag, thick and suffocating, that obscured your vision and when you moved—thrashed— against the seat you were in, you quickly realized that you were bound.

Shit.

The bag over your head muffled your senses, leaving you completely disoriented and vulnerable to your captors. Panic surged through you at this revelation, causing a sudden spark of energy to send you thrashing against your restraints, deep realization sinking in your stomach with sickening dread.

The voice that had startled you awake, one that sounded awfully familiar, chuckled darkly, a deep, cruel sound that sent shivers cascading down your spine. “No need to struggle, sweetheart,” he mocked, “you’re not going anywhere.”

Your heart hammered against your chest as you strained to make sense of your surroundings, to recognize even the slightest detail, but all you could make out was the stench of damp earth and mildew. Fear clawed its way down your throat, leaving deep gauges as you tried to keep your composure, to get out of this place, this nightmare, before it was too late.

“Where am I?” You growled, your voice heavy with defiance as you demanded your location, only a slight lilt of fear made its way past your throat.

“You're not the one making demands here,” he sneered, tone dripping with pure malice. He must have been an Illyrian. No one else would have the gall to try something like this, either too afraid of you, or too afraid of Azriel’s wrath. Just the thought of him filled you with a desperate longing, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume you.

As you struggled to piece together your next move, the sound of footsteps approached, echoing ominously in the darkness. You braced yourself for what was to come, steeling your resolve to survive whatever horrors awaited you.

The bag was roughly pulled from your head, and you blinked against the sudden onslaught of light, squinting to make out the figure before you. As your vision cleared, you found yourself face to face with your captor, Lyris, who you used to train with as a kid, his eyes cold and calculating as he loomed over you with a wicked grin.

As the realization of your fate settled like a heavy stone in your chest, Lyris approached, his steps deliberate and purposeful. He wielded a gleaming dagger in his hand, the cold metal glinting in the dim light of the chamber. Your heart hammered in your chest as fear gripped you like a vice, every instinct screaming at you to fight, to flee, but the chains binding you rendered you helpless.

With a cruel smirk, Lyris loomed over you, his eyes alight with sadistic delight. "Time to finally take what's mine, what those bastard whoresons took from me so many years ago," he sneered, the dagger poised menacingly in his grasp.

Your breath caught in your throat as the blade descended, slicing through the air with a sickening sound that made your blood run cold. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the searing pain that was sure to follow.

The first cut came swift and merciless, a sharp agony tearing through your being as the blade bit into your flesh. A strangled cry tore from your lips, the sound echoing off the walls of the chamber as your world exploded into a whirlwind of pain and terror.

“Look at these pretty wings,” Lyris hummed, his voice filled with the rasp of adrenaline. “I cannot wait to hang them on the wall of our home. To keep you quiet, pliant, and filled with my children; as you should have been from the start.” His voice, one you used to cherish, one that reminded you of the little boy who would sneak away to help you, to train you against the backs of his mentors, was now torture.

But the torment did not end there. With ruthless precision, Lyris continued to wield his blade, each stroke bringing fresh waves of agony that threatened to consume you whole. You writhed and thrashed against your restraints; your cries of anguish lost in the darkness of the chamber. Through tear-blurred vision, you caught a glimpse of your wings, once symbols of freedom and strength, now mangled, bloodied and broken beyond recognition. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you watched helplessly, the realization of your loss hitting you like a physical blow.

And as the last remnants of your wings fell away, severed and discarded like worthless scraps of flesh, a hollow emptiness settled in the pit of your stomach. You were no longer whole, no longer the person you once were. You had been robbed of your identity, your essence, and in their place remained only the cruel scars of your torment.

In the oppressive darkness of your captivity, each passing moment stretched into an eternity, the weight of your mutilation a relentless burden threatening to crush not just your body, but your very spirit. Bound and helpless, you lay upon the cold stone floor, every breath a labored struggle against the suffocating silence that surrounded you. The air itself felt heavy with despair, pressing down upon you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you gasping for air, for relief, for any semblance of hope.

Your limbs, once strong and nimble, now felt heavy and leaden, shackled by chains that dug into your flesh with cruel insistence, leaving angry welts in their wake. Each movement sent a jolt of searing pain shooting through your battered body, a constant reminder of the brutality you had endured.

Amidst the shadows that danced like malevolent phantoms in the night, a soft rustle of wings broke through the oppressive stillness, the whisper of shadows weaving through the air like an ancient, mournful melody. Your heart surged in your chest as a familiar presence enveloped the room, a warmth that banished the icy chill that had settled deep within your bones, offering a glimmer of solace in the midst of the suffocating darkness.

Azriel.

With a grace honed by centuries of training, Azriel moved with silent determination, his movements a symphony of lethal precision and raw emotion. Each step he took seemed to reverberate through the chamber, echoing the pounding of your heart as he closed in on your captors, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that bordered on desperation.

The sound of steel meeting flesh rang out like a mournful dirge, punctuated by the anguished cries of your assailants as they fell before Azriel's relentless onslaught, their tormentors becoming the tormented. The room erupted into chaos, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat as Azriel moved with a fluidity that bordered on otherworldly, his wings unfurling like a dark, protective cloak as he danced amidst the shadows. It was a sight to behold, a dance of death performed with a grace and precision that belied the brutality of its execution, a testament to the depth of his devotion and the strength of his love.

Through the haze of pain and fear, a surge of gratitude washed over you, a profound sense of relief that threatened to overwhelm your senses. As Azriel approached, his hand outstretched in silent invitation, you reached out to him, your fingers trembling with exhaustion and relief, your heart overflowing with a love and gratitude that defied words. In that moment, as his steady presence enveloped you, you knew that you were not alone in the darkness.

“Gods, what did they do to you,” Azriel breathed, his own hands shaking as he helped you to your feet, the weight of your brokenness heavy in his arms. You swayed unsteadily, a marionette with severed strings, before collapsing against him, the pain of your loss too great to bear alone.

“Did-” You are cut off by a hiss of pain, the sharp intake of breath a dagger through your chest. You took a moment to collect yourself, the darkness at the edges of your vision threatening to engulf you. Azriel, a bastion of strength in the storm, gently guided you to the cold stone floor, his touch a lifeline in the suffocating darkness. “Did you kill him?” you managed to choke out, the words heavy with desperation and fear, each syllable a struggle against the encroaching oblivion.

“Who?” Azriel's voice was a low rumble, his grip on your hand grounding you in the present moment, a beacon of stability amidst the chaos that threatened to consume you both. Outside the confines of your enclosure, the sounds of chaos echoed in the air, a symphony of violence and retribution made in your honor.

“Lyris. Did you kill him?” Your voice wavered, the weight of your words a burden too heavy to bear alone. You felt lightheaded, the loss of blood draining your strength with each passing moment.

“Lyris? He was here?” Azirel's growl reverberated in the cavernous space, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He was the only one you confided in about your history with the Illyrian male, the scars of your past laid bare before him.

You sniffled and sobbed, the floodgates of grief finally breaking as you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of your wings in the safety of Azriel’s presence. His arms wrapped around you, a shield against the storm raging within you, offering solace in the face of unspeakable loss.

“My wings?” you asked through sobs, the words a whisper against the backdrop of your anguish.

“Not here.” He whispered mournfully, his voice a lament for all that had been taken from you. You felt yourself deflate further, the realization settling like a heavy stone in the pit of your stomach. Your once friend, now tormentor, had escaped with the remnants of your shattered dreams, leaving you broken and bereft in his wake.

In the aftermath of your rescue, the pain that gnawed at your soul was not just physical but a deep, unrelenting ache that seemed to permeate every fiber of your being. With each labored breath, you felt the absence of your wings like a gaping wound, a constant reminder of the brutality inflicted upon you.

As Azriel guided you through the darkness, his presence a flickering candle in the void, you stumbled and faltered, your body racked with tremors of agony. Each step sent shards of pain shooting through your mutilated form, a relentless onslaught that threatened to consume you whole.

The absence of your wings was not just a physical loss but a spiritual one, a cruel reminder of all that had been taken from you. Once a symbol of freedom and strength, they were now nothing more than cruel stumps, a mockery of what once was. With each beat of your heart, the pain pulsed like a funeral dirge, a haunting melody that echoed through the caverns of your soul. You longed to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but the darkness of your despair swallowed your cries before they could escape your lips.

And through it all, Azriel remained by your side, his presence a silent witness to your suffering. But even his steady presence could not chase away the shadows that threatened to consume you, leaving you adrift in a sea of despair.

As you emerged into the cool embrace of freedom, blinking against the harsh light of day, you felt a sense of emptiness wash over you—a hollow void that seemed to stretch on for eternity. The road ahead loomed dark and uncertain, a twisting labyrinth of pain and sorrow that threatened to swallow you whole.

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meieis · 3 months

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Lute x Seraphim angel! Reader

My note: I still have another lute x reader I'm working on, I'm trying to finish it right now, this is something I wrote mostly out of boredom, I fell in love with it at first sight, so even if it's not a great thing, I need something like this, I've never seen the people who wrote for Lute though. I did not specify the gender, but in the fiction I am working on, the gender of the reader will generally be female.

Warning(?): Swearing, Adam calls himself 'dick master', in the extra part he implicitly questions how lute and you do that 'thing' to a woman.

Synopsis: You feel increasingly guilty for not being able to tell Emily the truth about hell. It's Lute's job as your girlfriend to comfort you (even though it's not public) and that's... no she's terrible at it.

Being Seraphim was never easy. You not talking about exorcists... Emily... Her... Lying to her, that's what forced you, you know what happens in hell, the way you learned was very... It wasn't 'nice'...

"So, then I gave them New Year's gifts" Adam said while eating his favorite food, Now you're looking at him in surprise "What? Who did you give a gift to...?" You said in surprise, Lute looked at Adam with a frown. "To the people in fucking HELL, their corpses are a gift, this shows them not to mess with the 'dick master'" When you heard this, "What?!" you shouted. The 'dick master' part was more shocking though, was he talking about himself like that, let alone that, what the hell was going on?!.

Of course....

You finally got a good explanation, it was sera who explained this to you, she didn't know what to say as she explained this fact "I... I didn't want you to feel bad when you did this" Sera said and sighed, "Sera fuck off! You should have asked everyone about the 'thing'" you said angrily and Sera put her hand on your shoulder "You shouldn't tell anyone this... Just.... Don't say it, promise?" Sera say, You looked away "They... Human souls..." Sera frowned at your comment "You don't understand, they could have risen up and wanted to defeat us, they could have done to us what we did to them" she looked into your eyes "Just... Please promise?" She said calmly, "Okay, promise." Sera smiled when she heard this.

As it is now, sometimes it's hard to lie while looking Emily and others in the eye. Another lie you tell them is about the girlfriend, although You are sure they know something about that, Adam keeps saying things like 'Y/N's bitch' about Lute, and gets a frown from you, he's the only one who knows about your feelings for lute and that you're dating with lute, and he KNOWS and he usually uses it to threaten you, you bought a hamburger once.

This year's massacre took place, the lute entered. "Hi." She said in her usual demeanor as she took off her mask "There's no one around you right now Lute, relax" You said lying on Lute's bed and looking through the human magazines "I know, it's been a long day" you saw her in her pajamas which she wears for sleeping at night unlike her usual clothes "It's a very quick one Lute was changing his clothes" you threw the magazine on the ground, Lute grumbled.

A few hours later you were already lying in bed, hugging your 'cold' girlfriend, "So... How was your day?" Lute ask and you looked at Lute "It wasn't nice" You said calmly and continued "It's hard sometimes... Lying while looking into Emily's eyes sometimes... I hate myself in situations like this-" You felt Lute sigh and tighten her grip on you “Lute..?” You said calmly "Idiot... I'm thinking of you in all these wars... And here you are talking about hating yourself, first of all you know it's the right thing" she looked at you before continuing "Also... You're my everything... All I think about all day is whether you're okay or not, and you come to me and say some bullshit like you hate yourself?" She frowned and continued "In every exorcist thing, all I think about is getting back to you safely. No matter what... I will fight to get back to you" she wasn't good at words of endearment. It would still manage, "Are you lute?" Lute's smile gone "What?" She said in surprise.

extra

"Y/N's bitch is here too" Adam said playfully while pointing at Lute "How do you bitches do that thing? Must be hard?" Lute immediately frowned, "Sir." Adam rolled his eyes "Womens, Anyway" Adam quickly changed the subject.

#lute hazbin hotel #lute x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel lute x reader #lute x fem!reader

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glimmervoi · 5 months

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A SEALED FATE: EMERALDS AND BLOOD | I - The Beginning

Masterlist

Emeralds and Blood Masterlist

TW: Physical Violence

The stale air smelled of dust and old sheets. There were no windows in the walls, as the room you were in was built under the rest of the castle. Your nose wrinkled as the stale air only grew more stifling, the further you went into the room.

You glanced at the four rows of beds lined up in the room, packed in tightly and hardly leaving any room for privacy. You wrinkled your nose at it. Of course, a little less privacy was better than starving in the cold, but you still were allowed to not enjoy the situation, right?

The blonde woman behind you, Angellica, you think her name was, brushed by you and further into the room. She gestured around with a bland smile, her eyes dull.

“This is your new home.” She said, her voice even less enthusiastic than her demeanor. “You’re the third bed against the wall on the right side.” She pointed at said bed, and you noted the small bundle sitting atop the yellowing sheets.

“The sheets are clean.” Angellica said, as if reading the thoughts of disgust that were about to spring up in your mind. You turned to her, ready to wave your hands in dismissal and pretend that you weren’t about to gag mentally.

She cut you off before you could say anything however. “They’re just..well-loved. They’ve been in use for many years by many different maids. Getting them replaced isn’t a top priority, according to Sanria.”

“Oh.” Was all you could manage, your eyes glued to your new bed. Sanria had been mentioned a few times when you had arrived in the city that sat on the outskirts of Erydia’s large castle.

You had come to Starwell looking for a place of work so that you could survive, no longer able to do so in your home village of Greenriver. There weren’t many opportunities for someone like you, due to winter approaching and most positions being filled already. Each place you had visited had recommended you to Sanria, the head of maids at the castle.

You had received warnings that it wasn’t an easy, fun way to make a living. It was enough money to get by though, and you didn’t need to look for a room to rent. You would be housed in the maid chambers.

You had been told that Sanria could be….rough around the edges, was how they put it. You didn’t think it was wise to speak of her in any way that could be perceived as bad if this was the case. Just to be safe.

You eyed Angellica, who moved on with her introduction to the final part of your tour.

“Every morning, the nighttime maids will come in and exchange shifts with the daytime maids. You are a daytime maid.” She said, gesturing to her uniform. “There’s a dress, apron, and bonnet like the one I am wearing on your bed. You get one uniform for free. If anything happens to it, it’s up to you to repair or replace it. Uniforms are mandatory .”

You nodded along. It seemed pretty standard. As a matter of fact, it was generous of them to provide the uniform right off the bat for you, right? Most places couldn’t afford to.

“In the morning, you are to be in the supply room at precisely five. The nighttime maids come back to their chambers at four thirty. Be ready in those thirty minutes or Sanria will not be pleased. You can have breakfast at seven in the morning when you are finished with the first portion of your tasks. Then, at one in the afternoon you may have lunch.”

She pointed at a second, smaller mass on your bed. “At five in the evening, you will wake the nighttime maids who will begin their shift. You then may change into your leisure uniform and go to the kitchen for dinner. After dinner, your time is your own unless stated otherwise by Sanria. If you wish to leave the castle, you must first speak with Sanria. You are to work seven days a week, and are permitted two days of rest a year for if you fall sick. Understood?”

You nodded, fidgeting with the rugged bag you had slung over your shoulder. Angellica nodded, satisfied. “Very well. Please change into your regular uniform, and wipe the dirt off of your face.” She said, before placing her hands on her hips.

“Actually, why don’t you head to the bathing room. You look - and smell- like a dirty horse.” She said, pointing at a doorway with a curtain acting as the door. You stared at her, taken aback by her comment.

It was true, you had been traveling for two weeks with no chance to bathe or change into fresh clothes. Still, she still could have had some kindness left in her to just leave it at “go bathe”.

After a moment, you slowly walked over to the doorway and peeked inside. It was just as bland of a room as the one you were just in. There were a few wooden tubs sat next to some spickets, along with a few wooden buckets.

“You have no hot water unless you boil it for yourself.” Angellica said from behind you. You could tell by her voice that she had a smirk on her face. What is her problem? “You’ll be taking a cold bath this afternoon.”

You sighed lightly, before turning back to your new chambers. “Alright. I’ll bathe quickly and then find Sanria.” You said quietly, making your way over to your new bed. The sheets looked far worse up close, and you sighed again.

“She’ll be in her office, it’s a few doors down from this room. It has a dark blue ‘S’ written on the door.” Angellica said, before turning for the door. “Be quick, or you’ll anger her.”

Then, she was gone. You huffed and threw your bag down on the bed, sending a cloud of dust up into the air. A dirty bed, cold baths, a mean boss, and a coworker with a bad attitude….what a great start.

You noted a small chest at the foot of each bed and unpacked your small bag into it. Then, you stripped out of your old, dirty clothing and grabbed the thin scratchy towel that had been folded on your bed.

“Let’s hope this towel is clean, at the very least.” You muttered to yourself, before wrapping yourself up in it and walking into the bathing room. There was a chill in the room, and you knew that the bath you were about to take would be miserable.

You had to make a good impression however. You couldn’t show up to your first day with greasy hair and grime all over your body.

You didn’t want to be submerged in ice cold water, so you decided to sit on the edge of the tub with a bucket of water and a rag and scrub at your body. There was a bar of soap that smelled very faintly of mint off to the side.

You picked it up, hoping the owner of it wouldn’t be too upset with you, before you began to wash yourself. The water was uncomfortable and made you whimper from the cold, but the feeling of the dirt washing from your skin felt amazing with each pass of the rag.

You scrubbed until your skin was red and raw, and then rinsed. When you moved onto your hair, it took an additional bucket and a half until you felt clean enough to get out of the tub.

Shivering, you dried yourself off. You felt - and smelled - much better now. You had lost track of time slightly, so you rushed to pull on your new, stiff navy blue dress. It fit well, though you noted how uncomfortable the fabric was.

Then, you pulled on your pristine white apron and bonnet. On the floor in front of your bed was a new pair of black, leather boots. They were a size too big, but you preferred too big over too small.

Satisfied with your new uniform despite the small inconveniences, you took a glance at yourself in the dingy mirror on the wall near your bed.

Your skin was now clean and clear again, and your hair, still damp, already looked many times better than before. The dress was very simple, but it fit much better and was of higher quality than the rags you had come to the castle with.

You looked neat, like a proper maid. Now, you just had to get past meeting Sanria.

You exited the chamber quietly, glancing in the direction that Angellica had pointed towards earlier. Sure enough, there was a wooden door with a faded blue ‘S’. Your stomach began to flip as you slowly made your way to the door. So far, Sanria didn’t seem like a very pleasant person. You could only hope that she didn’t bite your head off the second you walked into her office.

You raised your fist and knocked lightly. There was no noise on the other end for a few moments. When you raised your fist to knock again, a stern voice sounded from the other side.

“Come in.” it said, rough and commanding. You didn’t risk angering it by hesitating, and pushed your way in quickly. The office was small, and the walls were lined with shelves of…things. Books, little chests, chains, jewels, rocks…just things . She must be a collector.

An irritated looking older woman with graying blonde hair sat at the desk, her wrinkled hands clenched into fists. There were two guards standing behind her, clad in silver armor that gleamed in the candle light.

On the ground in front of the desk sat a much younger blonde woman, who had tears streaming down her face as she held her stomach. She didn’t bother looking at you as she pleaded quietly with the older woman.

The older woman turned her cruel eyes onto you, and you flinched. She grinned at the action, revealing teeth as yellow as the corn you would harvest back in Greenriver. This was Sanria.

“Perfect timing.” She said dryly, flicking her hand at the young woman on the ground. “You get to see first hand what happens when you break a rule. Especially three.”

Your heart dropped. You weren’t even employed here for more than an hour, and you were already regretting your decision to come to the castle.

Sanria stood, her old maids uniform slightly wrinkled. “This girl,” She began, pointing a fat finger at the woman, “fell pregnant with a Duke.”

The younger woman tried to speak, but Sanria shushed her. “Rule number one. Do not whore yourself out to any member of the court. ” She said, walking slowly around the edge of the desk.

“Rule number two. Maids are not allowed to become pregnant or else their position will be terminated. ” She reached forward to gently caress the crying woman's face, her smile deceptively warm.

“And rule number three. You may not end your contract with me unless I myself break it. ” She shoved the girl to the ground and placed a heavy foot on her stomach.

The woman began to whimper, her wide blue eyes filled with panic. “P-please, ma’am.” She said quietly, her voice hoarse. “I was going to come to you…i swear!”

Sanria huffed, before bringing her foot down on the woman's stomach. The woman screamed, and you flinched. What had you just stumbled into?

“You slept with a duke, you fell pregnant, and then you tried to run away.” Sanria said, delivering another kick to her belly. “You broke three rules, yet you think I’m just going to forgive you?”

She kicked her one last time, before spitting a curse at the younger woman in a language you didn’t recognize. “You are filth. Nothing more, nothing less.” She said quietly, before turning to you. “This is what happens when you break rules here. Now this little whore ,” She turned back to the sobbing woman, who clutched her stomach once again, “will rot in the dungeons, alone. Her duke will not be rescuing her.”

She didn’t try to fight as Sanria gestured for the guards behind her to take the girl from her office. She simply cried quietly as she was dragged out. You remained against the wall, stiff and horrified.

Sanria sighed heavily before returning to her chair. The room was silent for a moment, before she spoke again. “I expect you not to make the same mistake as her.” She said sternly, and you nodded immediately. She pointed at the dusty chair in front of her. “Sit. Now.”

You obeyed, fearful of angering her again. She looked at a few pieces of parchment, humming as she did so. “You will be part of the morning shift of maids.” She said, her brow raising. You nodded.

“This job is not for weak little girls like that little runt you just saw.” She said, placing the parchment down. “You are to work like your life depends on it every single day, because it does. If the King or Queen becomes displeased, or god forbid one of the Princes, their punishments could be far more cruel than mine.” She said, pushing a piece of parchment towards you.

“You sign a contract with me. It lasts for five years at a time.” She explained, tapping at the ‘x’ at the bottom of the page. “Read the rules and then sign. If you do not sign, you will take your uniform off and leave the castle. If you do sign, then you will not be able to break this contract unless I choose to break it for you.”

You thought carefully for a moment, as you read through the strict rules listed. Five years of your life that would be signed away to this woman. She was obviously an angry person, not someone who you’d want to piss off. Working here for five years could have you risking a similar fate to the young woman, even if you didn’t find a duke to sleep with.

It didn’t seem like this woman was stable enough for you to trust at all. But…Greenriver was dying. There was hardly any food, any trade….there was nothing. And returning would guarantee a young death for you.

The city had no open jobs for you, and you wouldn’t be able to survive the winter begging on the streets until jobs opened up in the spring. What other option did you have? Surely you could survive five…quick…years.

You picked up the quill in front of you as an evil little grin grew on Sanria’s lips, before you signed your name carefully.

As soon as you wrote the last letter of your last name, the parchment was snatched from you. “Perfect.” Sanria said, her voice low.

It was too late to change your mind now. You looked down at your lap, at your clean hands and fresh uniform. The next five years could be very, very bad. Or, you could stay out of everyone’s hair, make enough gold to leave, and then find a nice place to settle after your contract.

It was up to you to survive. All you needed was to be quiet and stick to the shadows. You could do that for a few years, right?

#bts #yandere bts #yandere bts fic #bts fic #yandere jungkook #yandere jimin #yandere seokjin #yandere jin #yandere namjoon #yandere rm #yandere hoseok #yandere jhope #yandere taehyung #yandere v #yandere yoongi #yandere suga

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therabbitthatpostthings · 3 months

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I hope you all know I cannot for the life of me write fight scenes! OMG this took so long. Anyway....this is continuation of my Giyuu Secret Family AU story (I guess). She/Her Pronouns.

It had been another month since the last encounter with Giyuu’s “no-longer-a-secret” secret family. A bit of normalcy, or what the Hashira consider normal, set back in. That would be if Shinobu and Mitsuri had not just found Tomioka (Y/N) passed out down the road from Butterfly Mansion! They both rushed to her battered and bruised body. Shinobu could feel a full pulse on her neck. (Y/N) was alive, thankfully.

“We should send for Tomioka,” Mitsuri urged, hoisting (Y/N)’s limp body into her arms.

“No…”

“Lady Tomioka, please don’t strain yourself,” Shinobu advised. She ushered the two inside quickly. (Y/N)’s muttering was soon forgotten as the Butterfly Girls were quick to take her off Mitsuri’s hands. Mitsuri stood by, worried, as they started to bandage (Y/N).

Time seemed to move slower as they waited for her to wake up. They were both relieved to see (Y/N) sitting up and eating upon coming back to the room.

“Lady Tomioka! I’m glad you’re okay!” Mitsuri cheered.

“I’m the one that’s grateful you two found me.” She smiled. She gazed down at her bandaged arms. “For a demon so weak it’s blood demon art was no joke.”

“Both your arms have burns on them.” Shinobu said.

“Yeah, all the poison burned off in the sunrise.” She sighed.

“You defeated it this morning?” Shinobu asked.

(Y/N) smiled sheepishly, “It’s no big deal! I promise! My master says I get a little too carried away sometimes.”

It was an awkward position to be in now that’s the big secret is out. (Y/N) felt she should be more casual but how can one be casual with two Hashira in the room? Especially after they found you passed out. “Thank you, again…”

“It’s nothing Lady Tomioka-“

“(Y/N). It’s fine if you call me (Y/N).”

Shinobu smiled, “It’s nothing (Y/N), you’re very strong. I’ll send for Tomioka-”

“No!” (Y/N) yelled to the shock of both women. “Giyuu will worry himself sick if he sees me like this.”

Shinobu gave a sort of skeptical look, “I know he seems cold and hard to understand but Giyuu is the kindest soul I’ve ever met.”

Neither woman could deny her that. After all, he showed mercy to Kamado and his sister. A kindness they could never.

“You sound so in love,” Mitsuri smiled. “What drew you to Tomioka?”

A deep blush crept across (Y/N)’s face as she remembered their younger years, “Nothing at first, he was always kind to me but I started to notice… he was just like me.”

(Y/N) had been found wandering the forest alone and barefoot as a child. She didn’t remember her village or even her family name. She had a thousand yard stare, an emotional and unsettling demeanor for a child so young. It was clear to the swordsman who had found her that this child was the sole survivor of a demon attack and she would never be the same again.

“Our sword masters were both retired Hashira, we had never met though. He bought me dinner after my first big mission.”

—

(Y/N) thought that becoming a demon slayer would make life easier. As in being able to fight back but, you can’t fight against the motherly love of your Master’s wife. Even after giving some food to fellow slayers the bag at her side still did a number on her feet and shoulder. The dull ache did take away from the general anxiety that had plagued her since last night. Your crow, Chiyoko, delivered the news that you would be heading to a village down south to aid in their demon crisis. There was no mention of other slayers accompanying you. You were doing this alone.

It’s a daunting task and a heavy burden but, you were a demon slayer nonetheless. A friend of yours offered to come by once they wrapped up their mission in the next village east to yours. Still, that pit of anxiety wouldn’t leave. At least the heavy shifting of the bag from one shoulder to another gave you momentary relief as you came to a fork in the road.

“Good luck.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin! You quickly swung your sword in front of you ready to face the thing before but, you only saw a man. He looked your age, long dark hair tied back, deep blue eyes and a checkered haori. Something your master mentioned crossed your mind.

“Be on the lookout for Urokodaki’s student. He’s a Hashira…”

“Tomioka…Giyuu?” You say hesitantly, lowering your sword.

“Yes?”

Your face flushed a bright red. You were quick to sheath your sword and apologize to him. “I didn’t notice you this whole time! I’m so sorry!”

“No need.” He replied plainly, turning down the path opposite of yours.

“Um- Good luck!” You called back. He didn’t respond or turn around. That was probably for the best. You had embarrassed yourself enough. Chiyoko swooped back down and landed on your shoulder. “Did you hear any of that girl?”

“You’ll be at the village before nightfall!” She chirped.

“Ah, so it was that bad.”

—

The village was tucked away in the valley and surrounded by a cool mist.The trees swayed almost unnaturally like creeping hands trying to grab you. There had been no birds for a mile now. The forest fell quiet. All life had just stopped, not disappeared, just stopped. Something was there, you could feel it. Entering the village, it was smaller than you thought it would be. There were many people walking around, surely more than a few buildings could hold. The villagers went about their day completely unbothered by your presence. It was often you wouldn’t get recognized or acknowledged but the people here were treating you like you were invisible. Even when they bumped into you, they kept their heads down. The shoddily built houses loomed over you, held together with wooden beams and prayers. Not even the shops had signs hanging above them. You wandered aimlessly around the village or what seemed to remain of it. Just past the main commerce area was the renents of a house. The dirt seemed to be swirled in the giant crater. More were haphazardly littered across down the road towards the forest. You finally found what you thought would be an inn and was met by a young girl with braided pigtails.

“Hello? Do you have a room for the night?” You asked.

She stared at you blankly, examining you. Wordlessly she walked from behind the desk and beckoned you to follow her. The halls were quiet but you felt the peering eyes from behind the closed doors. “It sure is misty outside, is it always like that?”

She stayed silent.

“A-Are your parents not home? Do you run this whole place by yourself?”

“You ask too many questions.” she said plainly. She pulled the door open and ushered you to go inside. “You should leave tomorrow.”

“Why’s that?” you asked.

She sighs with a slight twitch of the eyebrow. She goes to turn back into the hall and you grab onto her arm, “Is there somewhere here you’re afraid of? Someone that can hear you if you say too much?”

She snatched her arm back and hurried back down the hall. You quietly closed the door back and listened for any noise. The inn settled and all was quiet again.

Is it in the Inn? No, there are people here, they are still alive. Is this its resting place during the day? It’s near the destroyed houses…

“Here you go Chiyoko,” you handed her a small note. “Maybe the next village will have something for you to eat. Be back soon.” Watching Chiyoko fly off into the sunset, you resigned yourself to a very eventful night.

Investigating proved to be hellish. No one wanted to talk, not even the children. It was like everyone was trained to be quiet?! Just how strong was this demon? You couldn’t even buy something from the shop without ominous stares and the clerk, all too happy to usher you out. Upon exploring the surrounding forest, the road from the village led deeper out and only welcomed more crater and debris. By the looks of it all, the demon was luring people deeper into the town. At this rate everyone was as good as dead. The forest proved to be just as creepy. The trees stretched abnormally high in the sky, if they had any leaves they would have blocked out the setting sun. The surrounding area lacked any life or color, like after a fire.

Before you could react a jagged tree branch shot out and grabbed your leg. It swung you around violently as she tried to swing your sword at the branch. You were able to slice it and the tree let out a loud hiss and shriveled into a pile of ash. “Show yourself!”

You heard a giggle circle around you. The vine tightened as a figure appeared from the shadows. It had a dark body that stretched as tall as the trees it hid behind. It’s long, spindly arm came out to hold your face, “What a pretty one you are.”

You yanked your head away from its grasp, “I might just let you live if you leave this village now!”

“You little swordsmen don’t scare me.” They laughed. You felt a tug. The ground opened up and the vines started to pull you down into the earth. You thrashed wildly against the vines as they pulled your body underground. The light faded and all you felt was the cold dirt. You could feel the vines pulling you down. You struggled to hold your breath and your sword as the vines began to speed up. You finally caught your breath as you were dropped into an underground cave. You cursed as you coughed up the dirt.

“Another one..” someone whispered. There was a small group of people, dirty and their clothes ripped. They huddled on the other side of the cave. Behind you were decomposing bodies wrapped in vines, their only remains were the black demon slayer uniforms they wore. You stifle a scream and back onto your feet. The people jolted back as you did. The cave wasn’t too big. You were completely surrounded on all sides. The roof was interconnected with vines all converging to the one large hole that the vines came from.

“How long have you all been down here?” You asked.

“A week, at least I think so.” The older man spoke up. “However, that thing has been hunting us for months. It started out slow with someone going missing but then it got stronger.”

“The monster destroyed our homes and took us in our sleep.” A woman said.

So that’s it… You asked, “How often does that hole open up?”

“Every night.” she replied “He brings back whatever he didn’t eat here.”

You drew your sword back, “I don’t have that kind of time.”

You started to hack away at the vines around the body. If he won’t come down here, you will fo to him! You were able to cut one loose and it made the same hissing noise. The vine around the body started to rot and turn to black ash. All that remained were broken bones. The vines still descending from the earth started to retract. You grabbed onto it and wrapped it around your wrist pulling it further and further down. “Come on you coward!”

“Miss please!” a young boy called out. “He’ll eat you!”

“If I don't! He’ll eat all of you!” The vine started to tighten around your wrist but you still kept pulling back. “I will not let this demon terrorize anyone anymore!”

The hole opened up wide and pulled you up through the dirt. Your body was slammed onto the surface. “I hate slayers like yourself, you never know when to lie over and die!”

You got to your feet and took off running towards him, swinging at his arms. The demon’s vines sliced through the air. Trees cracked under the weight of both of your attacks. The tree twisted and bent as it lunged at it and struck the ground. The ground shook and shot up from under you. The trees spiraled around you, crunching at the earth where you stood. You jumped from one to the other and slid down the vines. You could see the demon at the bottom, still attached to the roots. You drew your sword back and swung it towards its head!

The demon let out a wicked cackle as you saw its body reattach itself. “You cannot kill me as easily.”

“I-I…I missed.”

The demon broke out into a fit of laughter, almost doubling over, “You should have stayed down there to die!”

More trees shot into the air and you were quick to slice them all, with a loud hiss. The ash clouded the air and hung heavy in your chest as you landed. The demon stood before you, its feet and arms spread into tree trunks that buried itself into the ground. You coughed, “Spores- really?”

“What will you do, little slayer? I won’t be moved.” he sneered.

Just what the hell does it take to kill this thing! How do you kill a tree!?

The demon swung its arm towards you and knocked you back into another tree. This started to coil around your leg but you quickly cut it off and watched it hiss. The realization set in. The demon had hunched forward with its arms and legs retracting into the ground. Around its body are two lanky trees that twisted and coiled into the air like tentacles. You steadied yourself on the ground in preparation. No matter what happened you knew you couldn’t last until morning, especially since most of these trees seemed to be part of its control and they held up just fine in the sunlight. You couldn’t wait for your friend in the next town over either. These people solely depended on you. You took a deep breath to steady yourself.

“Giving up demon slayer?” he sneered.

I can do this… I can do this!

You pushed yourself off your back foot and took a running start towards the closet decrepit tree and sliced it. Then to another. Another, and another. The demon’s branches swung towards you and coiled around yourself and trees still standing. You raised it towards its body to slice on the lanky tree branches. The other was able to grab you by your leg and while it dragged you towards it you plunged the sword into it. The demon finally let out a loud screech as it turned to reach for you. The incoming vines sliced in two across your blade as you gained distance on the demon still planted firmly in the ground. The demon started to get frantic, sending more vines out to try and slow you down but to no avail. He lost sight of you amongst the tangle of vines. A sharp pain jolted in his lower half as one of his roots was severed from the earth. One after another he tried desperately to call what trees he still controlled to his aid. The one remaining tree was able to coil around your legs and sling you into the air. Before the demon could try to reattach his root your blad came down across its neck. The head rolled a ways away and disappeared into dust, as did the one tree remaining and the roots.

You breathed heavily as adrenaline was still rushing towards you. Your head was ringing, you almost didn’t process the voice calling to you. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) are you okay?!”

Your friend caught you as you almost fell over. “Masato..?”

“Oh (Y/N), I was so worried about you!” She hugged you tightly. “The demon, is it gone?!”

“It is…” You breathed out. “Go alert the villagers please, we need to dig the survivors out.”

“Okay! Please rest!” she said and turned to other slayers you didn’t notice were there either. Out from the sky came a familiar fluttering. Chiyoko nuzzled up against your cheek with worried chirps.

“Did I worry you Chiyoko, I’m sorry. Thank you for coming back for me.”

—

The village erupted in laughter and cries. So many worried families reunited with each other. The villagers couldn’t thank you enough. They showered you with treats and prayers and gratitude. The little inn girl even thanked you for returning her family. It would all be greater if you were so exhausted. Your feet ached on the path back home. You couldn’t wait to be bandaged up and sleep. Masato and the other slayers said their goodbyes as you came upon the split in the road. She smiled, “Get back home safely.”

“I will.” you sighed “Are you sure you don’t need me to tag along?”

“Nah, we’re meeting up with some others later on. You get home and sleep (Y/N).” Masato stated before going off down the road. You kinda just stood there for a moment, taking everything in. Though your shoulders still felt heavy with tiredness You felt lighter somehow. You had a jumping feeling in the pit of your stomach even though you couldn’t bring your feet to move. You saved those people. They looked so happy because you saved them. It felt nice but heavy. That was the best way to explain it, a heavy feeling you knew was good because it helped others but only you got to shoulder it. It will pass. You would fight another demon. It would come back and then pass again. And maybe, hopefully, the good feeling would last a little more.

Your thoughts left you as you heard someone walk towards you. To your shock it was Tomioka! You looked slightly surprised to see you, or at least a little bit interested. Hard to tell with him. “Are you done with your mission?” he asked.

“Y-Yeah, I am.” You started to walk forward with him. “How was your mission?”

“Fine,” he replied blankly, “Yours?”

“It was rough but I pulled through.” You were very unsure how long you should speak. Tomioka didn’t seem like the type to meander on. It was very awkward.

“You’re fast then.”

—

“And that was the extent of our conversation all the way back.” (Y/N) smiled.

“That sounds…so…like him,” Shinobu gave a half playful, half pitiful laugh. Even she had some hope that his spouse had a much more romantic meeting with him. It made way too much sense for him to be that awkward.

(Y/N) giggled, “Well I was only a Kanoe at the time, so I guess finishing at the speed of a Hashira was impressive. By the time we made it back I was starving and I came straight here.”

(Y/N) recounted seeing Giyuu talk outside the Butterfly Mansion with Rengoku. As the Flame Hashira walked away Giyuu bluntly asked if she was hungry. He admitted that Urokodaki has told him to look out for her but he had forgotten for two months and felt bad once he finally saw her. She was in such a bad shape that getting a hot meal from Giyuu calmed her nerves. He told her, “Come to me if you have a problem or want to eat again.”

“We became great friends from that point.”

Mitsuri felt her cheeks burn up as she watched (Y/N) smile. “Aw! You two are just too cute!”

#giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tomioka giyu x reader #tomioka giyuu #writing fanfics at 3 am #cringe-#no beta we die like men #Giyuu Secret Family AU #demon slayer oc #kny oc #I suffered for this btw #it isn't even 3am #it's 5AM #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji

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adleryoung · 30 days

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As we entered the dolmen, it occurred to me that I should probably warn Zandar what was about to happen. She had, as far as I knew, never been to Faerie before. That was the reason I had tweaked the Gate (using my hard-earned mastery of it) to send us into the magickal scry-space instead of into the base of the tower. Couldn't have a potentially dangerous Changeling running loose until I had assessed the risk!

Did I forget to mention that? Well, it was something I did as part of my preparations. But to get back to the story…

"Nothing from that world may pass this portal," I warned her, an instant before all of her clothing disappeared. I turned to look, and saw that Zandar was very upset. I needed to let her know that I didn't do it on purpose! It wasn't a cheap trick just to see her naked, like Estvan would have pulled! "Oh my!" I exclaimed, in what I hoped was a convincing tone of surprise and regret. I also tried to make a face which indicated that, although this is not what I wanted to happen, I did still appreciate her beauty.

She was quite beautiful. I gazed a little longer, just to make my point (and to steady myself, since turning around had made my head spin.)

"BASTARD!!!" Zandar shrieked. "You made them put those horrible clothes on me!" She took a swing at me with some blunt object in her hand.

I blocked her attack easily, almost reflexively, thanks to Adoyret Sam's training. One concussion was enough for today! I had to admit to myself though, that this meeting was not going well. "Tut tut, temper, my sweet," I clucked in a soothing and reassuring tone.

Hold on a second; an object in her hand?? I had to keep reminding myself not to underestimate this femme! "What's this you've got?" I asked, peering at the item she had smuggled in. "No, this shouldn't have come through."

I took it from her and turned around to examine it in a better light. It was smooth and cold, fairly lightweight. What was it? "Ooh, no way! It's a.. That's.. WOW!" I muttered as I turned it around in my hands. In the state I was in, it took me more than a few seconds to recognize the item as a glass bottle.

"GIVE IT BACK!" Zandar yelled behind me.

I was raptly examining the bottle. How had it gotten through the Gate? Holy Fuma! Through my brain haze I could see some EXTREMELY dark magicks attached to this thing! What in the Netherhells had Zandar been doing?? "You must have been very VERY naughty to have gotten this, my sweet," I declared. "I'm somewhat impressed, though- OW!"

WHACK! She hit me in the back of the head! Why are femmes so quick to resort to violence? It was all I could do to keep from crying out in agony and falling over. I struggled to maintain my composure as the pain in my head rattled around like broken glass and rusty nails inside my skull.

"Okay, here… Jeez," I grumbled, holding the bottle out in the general direction of the five Zandars I could see, hoping that one of them would take it and be satisfied. "I guess that explains how it was that you managed to survive." I was disappointed to note that I had probably been giving her too much credit when I thought she had mastered preservation magic.

"Why did you bring me here?" Zandar demanded.

"Heh heh," I chuckled, changing tactics. If trying to soothe her with a calm and fatherly demeanor didn't work, then I would have to resort to Wiles. "Come closer and ask again."

"What do you want from me?" she asked, stepping closer.

I chuckled merrily so as not to seem creepy. It was working! She wasn't trying to hit me again! Her lack of murderousness meant she was primed for the coup de grace! I grasped her shoulders, cast a charming glamer over myself, and gave her a Smoldering Look.

"Oh Zandar, you and I are going to shake the pillars of the earth and set the halls of heaven ablaze," I breathed huskily. Pretty good stuff, just off the top of my head! She was surely becoming completely smitten!

"Um… We are?" she replied, in a way that revealed the true extent to which she remained unsmitten.

She seemed to have a high Wiles resistance. I would have to increase the dosage! I reminded myself that I wasn't dealing with Angela Weakflit here. It was time to take the gloves off! I leaned in close and gazed into her eyes. That's when I noticed… What WAS that on her forehead? It was hard to tell through my watery, blurred vision, but it looked like - IT COULDN'T BE - she was growing a third eye!!!

"GREAT FUMA'S WHISKERS!" I exclaimed as I backed away in horror and shielded my mouth so it couldn't suck out my soul. "Answer me plainly, woman, and do not dissemble- What in all the nine Netherhells is THAT?"

"Tis the mark of my sin," she answered glumly.

"I can see that already!" I hissed. What misbegotten demon-pacts had she made to turn her into such a freak of nature?? "FURTHER DETAILS!"

"Made with a silver dagger."

So it wasn't a third eye after all, but just a scar. Still, that was really bad! "HELSBEGONDI!" I gasped, horrified and dizzy. "By whom?"

"By one whom I had wronged."

What did that mean? Did someone try to murder her? Was that why she was late? Was there some deranged elf-hating serial killer going around tracking down and slaughtering Changelings?! I would need to warn Rebecca!

"What stupid, what knave, what miserable doomed cur would dare to do such a thing to you?" I bellowed, in spite of a headache that threatened to split my skull in half. "To one of US?"

I paused to catch my breath, and it suddenly sank in. Someone she had wronged? "Wait. You did what?"

I am well aware that this part of the story has already been told - and although the published version does not present me in a very flattering light, I cannot deny that it is an accurate record of events as they happened. Rather than rehash what you already know, how about you ask me questions and I'll fill in the missing parts.

#furry #adventure #elves #story #plot #cartoon #skunk #tboay

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tokito-dulya20 · 6 months

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what the hashira think of ilona and what ilona thinks of the hashira

(also drew ilona in kny manga style)

what the hashira think of ilona:

Gyomei- "She is a kind, young soul and I do respect her. As she has worked hard to be at her level now. She is smart and quick to think on her feet when there is trouble. She is a nice person despite her age."

Tengen- "That half-demon hashira? I heard she's a strong girl but her appearance is what gets me.. I mean who wouldn't wanna spend all day admiring her skills. It's very impressive."

Giyuu- "She's a sweet person. She's kind and has a good smile. A little too naive."

Obanai- "Ilona? The only thing I think of her is that she is the strangest hashira. I don't know how she even passed the Final Selection with her skills. I thought Shinobu Kocho was the strangest out of the hashira. She's way too quiet. Ilona might be strong, but there's something strange about her."

Sanemi- "She's a strong and competent individual. Although she is quiet, her presence is comforting."

Kyojuro- "She is kind and gentle but can become fierce if she ever has to protect someone. An extraordinary hashira with a lot of potential. "

Mitsuri- "She is a strong girl. She may come off as shy, but she is a very sweet soul. The fact that she is a hashira is already astonishing. Also I am really impressed by her strength. Her cold side is a bit scary, but I have to admit, she looks adorable!! Her eyes are very sparkly!!

Shinobu- "I think she's a good person, but I'm quite suspicious of her because she always calm. Despite her shy demeanor, she is quite reliable since I trained her little sister I never knew she had."

Muichiro- "She's like a snow leopard. Considering her abilities, she can move quickly and quietly as far as I know. She can adapt to a variety of situations like a predator to its prey."

what ilona thinks of the hashira:

Ilona (Gyomei)- "Gyomei is like a father figure to me, despite him being blind. I'm half deaf and I would understand that."

Ilona (Tengen)- "I hate that dumb bitch. i remember one time he called me "babygirl" when he gave me a tissue for my nosebleed. Every time I hear him call me that, I wanna just beat his ass and curse him out in Ukrainian"

Ilona (Giyuu)- "I would say he's like my older brother, David. He keeps to himself. But I would be Giyuu's therapist friend if he needs anything."

Ilona (Obanai)- "I feel like he looks like someone who committed a crime with no remorse with that look on his face. But he his a chill guy in general.

Ilona (Sanemi)- "The non-eyebrowed bitch... I would feel like I wanna burn his house, but his little brother Genya is a nice person but I would respect Sanemi despite him acting so bitchy."

Ilona (Kyojuro)- "He is loud. When I heard he was basically deaf, I decided to feel sympathetic since I was deaf when I was 4 years old. So I understand what he's going through."

Ilona (Mitsuri)- "She's like someone who has ADHD. A very hyper personality when she rants about Obanai. But I love how her hair looks unique."

Ilona (Shinobu)- "She is like my oldest sister, Irina. My sister knows about medical stuff. She is a good doctor not gonna lie. Shinobu is a nice woman despite the one time I think she was younger than me because she is short. Don't worry I'm shorter than my 2 younger siblings."

Ilona (Muichiro)- "To be honest, I love that guy. He might have memory loss but I would say the same thing for myself since I have anxiety and I forget within anything within a few seconds."

#demon slayer #ilona talks #kny oc #kny oc i guess

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strawberryfantawrites · 2 years

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Jealous!DDLC Girls X Reader

Reader is GN, mild angst with Sayori(?), in this scenario reader just gets flirted with

Natsuki

It’s pretty easy to tell when Natsuki’s jealous, she’s not that great at hiding her feelings (especially annoyance)

When she is jealous she’ll usually pout a lot and be harsher than usual to whoever’s making her jealous. Her usual bluntness will be cranked up to 100 and it’ll be impossible to not notice lol

Usually if you find out why she’s jealous, the best course of action is to leave the situation and assure her that there’s nothing to worry about. Once she hears that from you she’ll be put at ease since she really does trust you

She’ll still probably try to play it off though, kind of like how cats will strut around proudly after they fall over

“Hmm…I’ll consider forgiving you if you buy me something from the vending machine!”

Yuri

Despite Yuri’s calm demeanor, she surprisingly gets jealous easily. I wouldn’t say she’s possessive or clingy, but she has some self doubts that can lead to her feeling inadequate.

She’s not very assertive though, so she’s less likely to come to you about it

Instead, I see her being sort of snappy with whoever’s flirting with you and giving them the cold shoulder

Overall it’s not too noticeable to an outsider, but you’re obviously close to her so you’ll know what’s up

I think most of her jealousy would stem from her thinking that you would want to choose someone who’s more cheerful, or more popular, or less nerdy, but you reassure her that you love her because of who she is

Yuri’s sort of embarrassed that she got jealous in the first place since it makes her feel sort of immature, but you convince her that feeling jealous when someone flirts with your partner is perfectly valid

“Ugh…I can’t believe I got that petty over them…I know you aren’t that type of person.”

Monika

Monika’s probably the best at dealing with jealousy

She doesn’t get jealous very often because in her eyes you guys are so close that a singular person couldn’t break you guys up, which is true

Although, she can’t help but feel a pang of irritation when someone does try to flirt with you

Instead of trying to hide it though she just comes directly to you if she has a problem which is basically the best thing she could do

She won’t be angry or aggressive about it, and’ll probably just say something like “Hey, I don’t really like how (person) is flirting with you” or “We haven’t spent a lot of time together recently, we should go on a date!”

Generally Monika’s very open with you

“I’m glad we were able to sort this out!”

Sayori

Sayori is the one out of all the girls who feels the most guilty about getting jealous. I think she would feel like she doesn’t deserve to get jealous.

You can’t be with her 24/7 and it’s probably silly to get upset about a couple pickup lines, right? She doesn’t want to ruin your fun…

She just kind of grows a bit distant, less cheerful than usual (not for a lack of trying though) and sort of quieter

You know her better than anyone though, so you know something is off when she doesn’t want half of your cookie at lunch

Sayori eventually breaks down and tells you what’s going on. She knows she’s being silly again and she doesn’t want you to feel smothered or unhappy and she totally understands if you don’t like her anymore-

But quickly you reassure her that her feelings are valid! She’s not silly for being jealous, and she could never make you feel smothered!

“Thank you for understanding…I was nervous you’d think I was being stupid!”

#ddlc x reader #natsuki x reader #yuri x reader #sayori x reader #monika x reader #ddlc imagines #ddlc headcanons #ddlc plus #ddlc #doki doki literature club

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surveillance-0011 · 10 months

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impromptu grab-bagish splatband hcs

Warabi

VC: salesperson bbq ena

He/him mainly but mostly anything goes. Unlabeled but under nb umbrella and appears to swing both ways, either aroaspec or just uninterested

A sly, smug aura. Seems very laid back most times, kind of like he has a feeling how everything is going to play out. A lot of times he comes across as someone who doesn’t take much seriously.

However he is a very opinionated and passionate person. There are some things he could rant on about for ages and some circumstances break this cool and collected presentation. Other times it seems to fall apart for no reason and Warabi randomly gets really emotive and excited.

He can be very cryptic, contradictory and argumentative, esp with Ikkan

While kind of frustrating to work with, he does care for many- and likes them, he wouldn’t do any long term work with someone he hates!! He will stand up for them and encourage them more directly when required.

He is a little more straightforward when interacting with Marina and Paul, showing a more more tender thoughtful side that he usually challenges others to pry out into the open.

In general it seems his more mischievous streak is his way of guiding others to answers/thoughts he cannot share directly for one reason or another. Why? To avoid more friction? Increase it to get the desired reaction? Because it's funny? Unintentional??

Likes weird flavor convos and experimenting w/ food mixtures. Would make battery acid spaghetti and the like out of curiosity

Yoko:

Flat voice, if a little sad-sounding

She/her trans lesbian

Not super emotive but always seems at least a little gloomy, anxious or tired. Many unfamiliar with her are often blown away by her bombastic performances as the contrast her demeanor off the stage.

A bit insecure which causes her to become more closed off. However it is kind of a negative cycle because this makes her more worried.

Struggles with chronic depression and fatigue, both becoming worse in certain weather and temperatures. Both are influenced by the same condition that allows her to change her ink color in different segments. Music is her one escape.

Gets sick more than others, not too often but just enough to be notable.

Needs a lot of verbal validation and communication, she has a hard time picking up on more subtle cues. It embarrasses her but most assure her it’s all fine

Likes a lot of sweets. Mainly digs light fruity flavors and fluffy desserts but will go with something more decadent every now and then. Favorite fruit is strawberry or mango.

Dating Karen.

Has a younger sister who is a total ray of sunshine

Prefers coffee but would go for an iced green tea on a summer afternoon

Likes temperate weather the most. Colder stormy weather makes her depression and other symptoms worse but super hot weather is very uncomfortable too...

Doesn't smoke, only drinks in moderation

Taka

They maybe he

Bi. Greyro

Shallow cunt. They'e not totally uncaring towards art but it is much MUCH more about the fame and fortune to them than their band mates and many other splatband members.

Both a total elitist and total poseur. Well maybe not total... but they r the sort to say like "name three songs from x" if you wear a shirt from a band but seems to care more about the image than the meaning below

Cocky above it all.. show off!!

Gets way too chummy with people

He doesn't really try to start fights but will instead give the cold shoulder to those he dislikes. Very patronizing

Not very physically strong. Likes to think he is

Social and outgoing. Likes the attention and being around others

Also likes finger foods, big on appetizers and lil snacks he needs his treats.

Like savory foods, stuff like wings and burgers but also cool with seafood

Also likes a good cokey cola... drinks a lil too much soda tee bee aych...

can do knife tricks. Kuze and Nishida feign interest

Worries a lot about not seeming cool enough

Enjoys cloudier rainy weather

Beika

he/him

Passionate about music but the fame is kind of getting to his head. The other two are worried about this.

Has a bit of a lying problem

If not a total lie then the sqsq drama was based on some rather close-sounding songs. But Beika did still exaggerate and act accusatory while drunk and has refused to change the story bc well.

Cares deeply about his friends and the image of the band. This does not mean he is necessarily cautious.

Tries to be a laid back cool guy but he is a bit of a dork

A risk-taker, also competitive, horrifically so. Tends to pick fights

Comes off as a little mean/abrasive, but he's got kindness in his heart if anything a lot of his rudeness is to protect himself and those he holds dear

Tends to underestimate others and assume he knows em a little better than he does

Keeps grudges.

Likes summer and warm sunny weather. HAAATES winter and rain

Kikura

She/they

VC: Harriet or Joan from clone high or Jade from victorious

Quiet and to-the-point, she is often curt. In groups she steps out of the spotlight and acts more lowkey but one-on-one she can become more intense in her words and general demeanor.

However she is friendly!! She just gets a lil shy and socially awkward...

Generally reasonable but sometimes she gets caught up in ideas that seem really cool but are impractical. It can be a new gimmick for the stage, buying an ice cream cone she's too full to finish because it's cute or she has a coupon, etc...

There are also times she gets rather fired up!

Often late. Sleeps through alarms, taps the snooze button, gets caught up checking their phone or making breakfast. Even when they try to be on time it seems problems out of their control delay their arrival

Beika tests her patience often but she really digs his style and thinks all the rudeness is for show.

Prefers the city to small towns (which she came from, probably) and dislikes rural areas

Very used to modern convenience. Would throw up if she had to spend a day w/o her phone

Uotora

A bit rough and tumble esp in presentation, but probably the kindest of C-side's members.

Can be a little bit absent minded in the moment and is a kinda Goofy Guy but also probably the most levelheaded/rational one

Gives good hugs. But watch out.

I don't have much to say I think uotora is like. an all around good guy. pleasant to be around. people always have good stuff to say abt em. Maybe not the most remarkable but a solid stable and happy individual who people miss when they're not around!!

Sometimes they do feel like they look after the other two a lil more than they have to. They are currently on the look out for any retaliation from omega 3 due to Beika thinking their cover is "funny".

Dedf1sh

Mainly she but okay w/ playing around with things

Not fuzzed, the Octoplush song was an homage to her style as one/many of its members r huge fans.

Her music pre-sanitization is considered a hidden gem that opens up a rabbit hole to the story of a mysterious disappeared artist. The general public doesn't know about her sanitization. Some songs have leaked from the metro but it is not known for sure that its all hers

Always was a hard worker, always pushed herself to perfect her craft.

She's kind of an empty shell now, or perhaps locked inside her head. However with Tartar's influence fading recovery seems possible.

It appears she has escaped the metro considering her signature, unless that is something she wrote before sanitization if she was ever able to reach the surface

Had/has synesthesia which greatly impacted her interest in music.

Captain 3/ DJ Sango is greatly inspired by her work. They found her music very interesting and between that and the other events of OE they realized just how valuable their time on earth is, and so they decided to do what they often thought of but never really followed through with.

Agent 8 is also very touched and disturbed by Dedf1sh's story and hopes she and the other poor souls down in the metro someday find peace and perhaps another chance at life...

Older sib to Paul

Kinda sorta knew Marina through friends and looked up to her for separating form the army to do her own thing

Exchanged messages with Warabi over an internet forum page, could be considered online pen pals

On top of wanting less distractions from music-making, Dedf1sh thought she'd effectively immortalize herself and her music+legacy through sanitization. She feared for her future as the domes' energy failed and wasn't sure if she or her music would survive

She wanted to share what she thought was important with the world and make enough money to support her family

She scrounged up enough money to help Paul move to the surface before she came across the metro

#splatbands #splatoon #splatoon headacnons #headcanons #splatoon 3 #read more #under read more #this is long ehehehe

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bigmeandragonlady · 1 year

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tehe, we're back on our oc bullshit, questions off this thing, another one i cant find, and another private one. this time it's my unnamed witch from tvd ([redacted] woods)

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Theft. Murder. Accomplice to murder. She's already done a lot.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

There's a greenhouse and small garden area at the boarding house she's carved out for herself. If she wants to get out further she fucks off into the woods

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

this one's fun b/c i get to write it happening. she often comes off as timid and faint hearted but is vicious when it comes to protecting herself (and by extention ppl she loves) to the point of violence or murder she has no issue getting her hands dirty and it surprises people. Because of her general demeanor, how much she likes to read, and the time period she grew up in people are also very surprised at how blasé she is about nudity and sex in general.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

Primarily acts of service. from her it usually comes in the form of food. Physical touch is also important for her. It's a good way to make her feel wanted and/or secure. she runs cold so !cuddling!

📚 : how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

Due to the time she grew up and her social status she didn't actually go to a formal school. She got help learning a few 'important' subjects later then she would have been formally taught/later in life. She practically inhaled the books she could get her hands on and has a particular interest in botany and horticulture. She also really likes to study any thing supernatural, regardless of whether or not it's true, and suss out fact or fiction. The gang's in college and she is, as quietly as possible, extremely envious.

✋ Are your OC’s hands smooth, rough, or average? Why? How do they keep their nails? Do they bite them, paint them, neatly trim them, et cetera?

I could 100% see her painting her (short) nails. And then being disappointed with how quickly she ruins them while working. Her hands are rougher then average. She's done hard labor all her life and spends a lot of time rooting around in the dirt so she has some callouses and her hands are just a little tougher and worn.

👖 What type of clothing does your OC generally wear? Why? Do they have any “signature” accessories?

This is a fun thing I've been trying to figure out. Her setting is an era of fashion I'm not a big fan of and the show has a vibe. I want her to wear things that are a little reminiscent of the time she grew up in, but also stepping into modern, and some nice dresses/skirts. i have a pinterest board here she has a necklace that was a gift back in the 1860s that was returned to her in 2009 which she almost never takes off. She also learned how to imbue objects with magic and wear a couple rings specifically for that purpose.

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing?

Decent. Not 'I'm a star' level but she likes to sing to her plants while working and her partner asks for her to sing to them when they're sick/hurt

#ill come up with a name eventually #[redacted] woods #Astoria Woods

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featherchan · 2 years

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Saint Seiya Headcanon

[ P.S: Please do not reblog! This is my own personal headcanon. Please also remember and understand. That everybody is entitled to their own personal opinions and ideas. What yours is yours and what mine is mine. ]

+ At the Sanctuary, Kanako has a hard time making friends, as she was labeled as a kuudere, someone who is emotionless and stoic to those around her.

+ Her only best friends and sworn sisters are Noburu Makoto, a Bronze Saint who wields the Wolf Cloth, and Chidori Yuze, a Saintia who wields the Equuleus Cloth. They each wear a friendship bracelet, with a charm attached to it. Kanako has a moon charm, Noburu has a sun charm, and Chidori has a star charm. + The Lioness is very protective of her friends, especially Chidori Yuze. Being a big sister, she often checks on her secretly. Taking notes and names of people who would bully or upset her, where she and Noburu would personally confront them. Providing 'a friendly' advice, as hell hath no fury like the Lioness and the Vixen's rage.

+ Kanako has a black cat plushie named Kirara. She's emotionally and extremely attached to it and sleeps with it every night except when she's on a mission. It has been her emotional support and inanimate friend during the dark times when she was growing up in her household. She would rather cuddle with it than with her friends or lover. When it started wearing down, she even got it repaired and restored.

"Kirara's friendship is forever and yours may not be…" Speaking blatantly to Noburu.

+ The Lioness has long raven hair and usually ties it in a ponytail. And if you were to upset or insult her, in any way, she wouldn't right up retaliate against you. Instead, she would intentionally slap you with her hair.

+ Her hobbies are drinking and brewing tea and coffee.

+ Earlier on, Kanako used to wear a mask. And she stopped once she obtained her cloth, the Lionet's cloth.

+ Canon Divergence. In addition to her hand-to-hand combat, she's a weapon expert and her preferred weapon of choice is a bo-staff. She has one custom-made, a retractable staff. And by infusing her Cosmo, she adds blades to them, enhancing her staff into a spear (naginata) or great ax. Of course, there's a limit, as it exhausts and drains the user's Cosmo quickly.

+ As she awakens her Cosmo at the age of 10, after learning the devastating news that she would become a soldier instead of a healer. Her family immediately alienated her, moving, and isolating her from the main house and into a guest house. She wasn't allowed to acknowledge her parents and brother. And instead, she must refer to them as "master", "madam," and" young master".

These traumatize and wounded the Lioness's heart deeply. And for the next 4 years, she taught herself to shut off and alienate her emotions, to stop the heartache. This leads her to be an emotionless person, a kuudere. But thanks to her friends and their friendship, she was able to slowly melt away her ice-cold demeanor, and smile once more.

+ After the war, she cuts off all ties to her family, unable to forgive them for putting her into an emotional trauma. Even after her brother attempted to reach out to her, asking for forgiveness.

+ Coming from a long generation of healers, Kanako has extensive knowledge about herbs and healing. As a herbalist, she also learns about poisons. And her family ingested non-lethal amounts of poison for research, allowing her to have a higher resistance to poison.

+ Dark clouds hung on Kanako's shoulder and people kept their distance away from her, due to a rumor. That once, a misogynist saint who abuses the law of the mask, challenges her to a duel, to which she agrees. Oddly. A day before the duel, the challenger was forced to forfeit when he suffered the worst case of diarrhea (which he actually deserves it), that lasted for a week. Even the healer had no idea what caused it and was unable to find the source to remedy it. Some say, that to put him in his place, with the know-how, the Lioness might have secretly poisoned him.

+ During the Persephone arc, she was unable to wield her Lionet cloth. Struck by fear, the Saint began to doubt and lose all self-confidence in herself. Plus, with Persephone's Cosmo mixed in with hers, it became another factor that accumulated onto her doubts and fears.

With help from her friends, she was able to overcome it and wield her Lionet cloth again.

+ After the Persephone arc, she retains a bit of Persephone's essence within her, where a streak of her hair turns into a strawberry scarlet color. It remains a brilliant shade of scarlet, even as her hair turns gray as she ages. She also received a small portion of the goddess’s Cosmo, allowing her the ability to manipulate and control plants.

#[ headcanon | theLioness ]#[ verse | saint seiya ]#[ do not reblog ]#[ this is a personal headcanon for my blog only ]#long post tw

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pipernightingale · 23 days

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❝ if you never bleed you're never gonna grow ❞

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full name / piper lenore nightingale

nicknames / none

age / 29

dob / feb. 14th

star sign / aquarius

sexuality / bisexual

hometown / new york city, ny

current residence / seattle, wa

subject / mythical creatures: the truth in the myth

demeanor:

likes ; riding dragons, flying in general except on airplanes, peaches any way she can get them, hot summer nights, swimming in the ocean, roadtrips, getting lost and having that moment where she believes she may never find her way back

dislikes ; the pacific ocean because it's ridiculously cold, when people assume she's not very bright because she teaches an "easy" course

usual temperament ; people have been known to describe her as a mystery. they always say it's something about her smile. like she's hiding something and not even torture could drag it from her. it draws people to her. they stay curious and she stays amused.

highlights:

piper was born in a cramped apartment in new york city. her parents were in the middle of a fight and she came crashing into the world before they could even get out the door to hail a taxi. they were sure she'd save the marriage. and for a while she was a really great band-aid. but eventually they realized that the love they had for her wasn't enough for them to stay together.

as young kid in the city, her parents were both busy, each of them working more than they could be home just to keep a roof over their heads. which left her to wander. to get lost endlessly. looking back she realizes just how lucky she was to survive.

her first encounter with the magical world was when she was nine. taking a wrong turn and finding herself face to face with a feeding vampire. it was strange. like the part of her that should have been scared was just too curious to actually be afraid. and the vampire seemed just as shocked as she was, even more so when she just stood there, staring, observing what was happening.

the vampire's name was rupert. his victim, as it turned out, was his very human girlfriend fiona. and they were both enamoured with this strange, lost little girl. so they folded her into their world. showed her magic. taught her things that most muggles would never know. while she herself wasn't born a witch, she did learn how to do some magic. it was always a bit chaotic and messy, but piper never minded.

the magical world kept her curious. it gripped her in a way nothing else every would. especially it's creatures. things pulled straight from the myths and fairytales she'd always loved. and despite her being a muggle, the creatures seemed to love her. maybe because she just seemed so eager to learn. to listen to any of their stories. and learn the truth of them beyond just the myths.

when she was around 15 she started writing it all down. without realizing it she was writing a book. one that would eventually become quite controversial in the wizarding world. at least over the pond. they didn't like anyone, especially a muggle with what they deemed fake magic, to try and tell them werewolves weren't monsters and that some vampires were actually kind. it never really bothered her because fuck them, they were boring anyway.

eventually her books caught the eye of uw. their magical program was lacking in any study of magical creatures at all and they were curious to see what she could come up with. they were offering her the chance to build a course from the ground up. to make something entirely her own. so she took the opportunity. rupert, and fiona who had turned a few years back, decided to join her. they couldn't let their little girl go off on her own. even if she was in fact a grown woman now. her own parents threw a small goodbye party and pretended to understand the lie she told about moving to the west coast for a college program.

the move ended up being everything she needed without realizing it. this was a new place to get lost. and to maybe be found. to finally feel like she really belonged to this world she called home.

#bio

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livingwithlosingyou · 1 year

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Living with Losing You - 11/9/2022

DWLLRS!!!!!

I was so excited to see them in concert today. Their song “You’re Gonna Cry” has helped me through this grief.

This morning I felt the urge to work out. I have not run inna while since it’s been cold / I have not been feeling 100%. I am very sore already. Anyway, I dropped Sadie off at Camp for an overnight, then started my trek for the day. My plan was to go to RB, SM, and DM. Last time I went to the other locations (besides EL and SA). I needed to drop off a couple of things at these locations. It can be nice to just drive and joining meetings, or even just talk to a friend / or listen to music. It is nice to have that change of pace. I also just really like being able to see / chat with soem of the teams.

After I went to RB and SM, I texted my dad because he works up there. I ended up meeting up with him at his work office. It was nice to see him in his element, and then meet some of his coworkers. I always make the joke that my dad would be my HR nightmare. He is so funny though, definitely a light in that office, and in general. Always has to be goofy. It’s where I get that demeanor from. After that, I decided to go and see my brother. I am not even sure if I put this on here, but there was a bit of a tiff between him and I. He accused me of something and then ghosted me (likely since he couldn’t back it up). Either way, I like to think it was out of his concern for me, but really was a strange approach. I wanted to be the bigger person so I decided to go and see him. Long story short we had a good convo about how I was doing, he was doing, etc. I bought some of his glutens, and he gave a me a little tour. He asked me about the LLC, and so we were talking about it. He is not open about his journey, which is fine, but at the same time speaks volume. I do not see why he would be ashamed since that was. apart of his path to get to this point. I actually hate that it’s like that, because it’s something to be proud of not ashamed of. I will just leave it at that.

Anyway, after that, I went to DM and ended up working for another 3.5 hours. I got a lot done, and had a lot of things come up too. Very productive. Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was past 4pm. I had called the other coach a little before then to let him know that I didn’t think I would make it since I was so busy. Unfortunately I can’t make it tomorrow either because I am going to SA and then have a work meeting at 5pm in MV. Tomorrow is going to be a longggg day.

I sat in some traffic. After getting through the thick of it, I was able to quickly stop and get some Mexican food. I got a rolled taco plate, ti really hit the spot! I rushed home to quickly get ready, and the met up with Marissa outside of our apartments so I could take her to the airport. She is going to AZ for a short trip. We did hit some traffic on our way tp the terminal . in the terminal, but it wasn’t awful. Once I dropped her off, I headed to the house of blues in the Voodoo room to see DWLLRS. The coolest thing about it was this was their first EVER sold out show! Incredible! I bought a t-shirt while I was there too. They put on a really good show. The band in front of them was great too. Allin all just a smooth night. I was a little bummed when I realized that I had to pay $30 for parking, but all worth it. My buddy Will us officially my concert buddy. We have fun.

We were supposed to go to In-n-Out, but honestly I was still pretty full form my Mexican food, and ti was about 10pm. Granted, right now its 11:33pm, but i was determined to finish this blog before I go to bed tonight. I tried to record some video of the show (esp. my favorite song), but my video stooped working. SUPER convenient.

Anyway, I am all showered up and need to get somer rest. I am pretty sure I am missing some stuff for SA, but I am tempted to just have the next person bring it up (if I did in fact forget something). Or maybe we can ship it? I will figure it out.

Thanks goodness for earplugs. I have been wearing them to any / all live music. I definitely already have some ringing in my ears, but why make it worse?

I was thinking how nice it would have been to be there with you tonight. I think you would have liked this band and the music. Miss little things like that. I still cannot believe how fast time feels like its flying. It’s that, but also can feel like it drags at times.

OH! I got some updates on my music, it’s coming along. I also bought some tickets to fly out to KY right after Christmas. I am excited to see your family near the holidays, and get some music recorded. I will have to work out there, but might maybe take a day or so off. We will see.

I need to be up early, so I need to go to bed.

JAMES. Love you butthead.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols.

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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tlouhq · 2 years

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+2 wanted connections added .

SERRA / SARAH STRANGE , our hande ercel, would like HER TWO SOULMATE ( MAL HARMAN & KIERLAN DRACHE ) who is a hybrid and shapeshifter . the suggested faceclaim(s) are Kerem Bürsin , joseph morgan , henry cavill , sebastian stan , Kim Min-Gue , charles michael davis , michael trevino , daniel kaluuya , trevante rhodes. contacting this player ISN’T necessary. ⸻ ( physically they would be 32+ . serra never understood why Mal and Kierlan , her childhood friends, are always around her and protective of her . Mal is something of an aloof figure, and a "master of the cold stare". Around serra, however, he has a soft spot for the girl, despite keeping his cool demeanor. He is her childhood friend , and is often seen with both serra and Kierlan Drache, the two often getting into friendly disputes over her as they are protective of her . he and Kierlan have a friendly rivalry, and mal and Sarah often try to keep the Drache boy out of trouble. Kierlan appears to be mischievous , as serra and Mal Harman have been noted to have to keep Kierlan in check. Ash Redfern, upon meeting him, also suspects Kierlan has a reputation for promiscuity going even beyond the lamia boy's own record. Despite his notoriety, He also, with Mal, have a strong liking for serra, teasing her often but kindly, and being protective of her and the likes . serra tends to faint a lot which is really a vision coming on, which she hasnt told anyone about . she knows about the night world but they both think she doesnt know . )

FEYRAH, our melisa pamuk, would like a soulmate/father of her 4 bio children who is a lamia. the suggested faceclaim(s) are Serkan Cayoglu , can yaman , any turkish fc . contacting this player ISN’T necessary. ⸻ ( your muse and feyrah me 2000+ years ago . it was instantly love at first sight for him as it was for feyrah although took a while to admit it . a very devoted husband and father . very protective of her and his kids . He can be polite and charming when it comes to the night world and many have high thoughts and good impression of him . at times some even underestimate him due to the passive nature he seems to give off but that is never the case as he is in actuality a callous and sadistic lamia ; he is ruthless , especially when it comes to protecting his wife . feyrah being a hybrid is a secret from the night world . if the council were to find out she would be killed . while feyrah doesnt care much for humans , your muse is fascinated with humans and how seemingly insatiable they are, as in his words they are willing to "drag others down to get what they want, even in death." In general, he regards them as "difficult creatures." very gomez addams like in his love for her )

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Hi dear! You got to 1200 followers! That's amazing and you deserve it! I wanted to participate in your event so may I have ☄️Comet for game of thrones?

I hope this is enough info and thank you in advance!!

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Zoadic: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Mbti type: Entp

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight....I think lmao-

Appearance: I'm 5'5, very petite and I get picked on for being "small" even though technically i'm average height. I have thick messy brown hair, freckles all over my face and body, brown eyes and I'm very pale. I don't have a very specific style although I have always liked more of the grunge/punk style but I'm too lazy to dress like that so I wear lots of flannels, skinny jeans and band t-shirts. I also appreciate some nice over sized hoodies!

Personality: At first people find me intimidating due to my resting bitch face and my cold demeanor but once you really get to know me I'm just a big goofball that's EXTREMELY sarcastic and I'm honestly very reckless sometimes. I also stick up for my friends and family a lot of the time. My friends sometimes make me come to certain places or talk to people with them because they are scared to go alone lmao so I'm always there if someone needs me. But I'm also very competitive, hard headed and feisty!

Random things: I have a slight southern accent because I've grown up in the south and sometimes I'll say certain words that come out way more southern sounding than I mean it to. I also kind of bounce my leg up and down while i'm sitting idk why I do it and I don't even notice when I am doing it. I run my hands through my hair a lot, mainly out of anxiety or when I want it out of my face and that's one reason why its always a mess. I'll also space out and start to chew on my gum or lip....bad habits.

Likes: Swimming (I was on a swim team for about 6 years!), running, rain, sound of thunderstorms, 90's grunge and alternative rock, fall, horror movies, cats....for the most part, writing, reading, going for walks, cooking, baking

Dislikes: Spiders.....I will scream if I see one, cold weather, bossy people sometimes people in general, passive aggressive people like seriously don't talk about me behind my back if you have something to say then say it to my face or you better be ready to catch these hands

-THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! FROM ✨Sparkle anon✨!

☄️ comet

The people of King's Landing need to be kept amused. It is the best way to keep revolutions at bay, and for the people to forget how starved and miserable they are. It is not enough for the nobles to attend a banquet, or visit a whorehouse every now and then to satiate their hunger—the poor must be entertained too.

And entertainment is what you do best.

You are one of the best athletes of Westeros, renowned across the whole continent for your agility and strength. Under King Tywin Lannister's patronage, who lifted you from your Western little town and brought you to the Capital, you've fought every foe and risen up to every challenge you've been presented in the King's Landing arena. Bulls, hyenas, even bears? You've fought them off bravely. Acrobatics courses, antics on a wire stretched ten meters above the ground? Piece of cake. Racing the best swimmers in the Westerosi navy? Been there, done that. And the people know your name and chant it every week, without fail. It is safe to say you've become one of the most beloved people in King's Landing... by the mass and the ruling class alike. Well, one member of the ruling class in particular.

Jaime Lannister often attends your shows when he's not away on some battle or reconnaissance mission, and it is hard not noticing him in the crowd. Not only from the army of knights surrounding him at all times, but also because his gaze is piercing, but appreciative, like a pleased emperor who will not have your head today—but perhaps tomorrow. One day, though, he takes a step further, and meets you outside your changing room after the show.

He introduces himself (of course you already know who he is), he compliments you heartily on your impressive skills (of course you hear it all the time), and suggests, without so much as an introduction, that you become a knight of his personal guard.

You're stunned into silence, but immediately reject the proposal. You're an athlete, not a soldier. (But you're the more skilled and athletic than most of the doorknobs in his army.) The King, his father, pays you handsomely for your performances. (The pay for the Kingslayer's guards is thrice as high, and he can overrule his father anytime.) No. The answer is no.

So Jaime leaves, and you think this will be the end of that, but he returns on your next show, and applauds you as warmly as before. And he meets you again after the show, and asks you to reconsider. You refuse again—you will refuse as many times as necessary. And Jaime continues to visit you, though he drops the question, and simply inquires about your day. Your life. Your aspirations. Your family. He wants to know you better. You unravel yourself piece by piece to him, careful but a bit enraptured too. There's not a single armor that has resisted his blade long... but yours is a welcome challenge. A few months later, he asks you to become his knight again—and you refuse again. But your resolve is not as steely as before... and both of you can notice.

#anon #1.2ksleepover

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