#kore getting a bit of a warning

[azusawrites]

“Look, servant!” he shouted. “I did it! I’m gonna be a student here and learn magic and become the greatest mage that ever lived!” 

Her heart skipped a beat. There was something strange gathering at the back of her mind, something like pins prickling at her skin, but she ignored it. It did not matter right now. Nothing mattered right now except that everything worked out somehow. Nobody would be expelled. Grim could attend school at last despite being a monster. She could attend school despite being magicless. 

What will Theo say though when he finds out?

She did not want to think of that. She did not want to consider that avenue and the dread it could bring. 

wip: mirror marchen

fandom: twisted wonderland

wc: 5436

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#azusaprogress #twisted wonderland #mirror marchen #kore trying to have like a happy moment #even a small one #but mirror is like 'nah no happiness only mistrust' #things are close to wrapping up for the prologue tho #just a little bit of the dumbass quartet bantering #kore getting a bit of a warning #and we're off to episode 1 baby!

[yukidragon]

May we have a story about Jack's clingy side and uses his puppy dog eyes to make MC to cuddle with him longer? (He uses the puppy dog eyes whenever he wants something and it works 100% of the time) Jack kind of reminds me of a giant puppy.

I love this idea! Jack definitely knows how to channel puppy energy to his advantage, and my MC Alice definitely falls for it every time.

In fact, I love this idea so much that it inspired me to turn it into a quick writing prompt. I also remembered that I owe everyone a nice little Jack x reader fic from the poll I made last year, so I wrote this writing exercise in 1st person gender neutral perspective.

So here it is, just a short but sweet first draft story about clingy Jack giving his sunshine some puppy dog eyes and pleading to get a bit more cuddle time. I don't think any real warnings apply, though it does get a little suggestive. Also, I think this might count as GrovelCore?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my writing, and consider leaving a comment please!💕

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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It was nice to have moments like this, just the two of us on the couch cuddled up together. The way Jack wrapped me up in his big, strong arms made me feel so safe, so content. Even though I was tucked comfortably in his lap, he practically surrounded me with his warmth. It was the perfect way to spend a day off from work.

The show on TV was entertaining, but it wasn’t enough to draw my attention away from Jack for long. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to it at all. Every time I looked up at him, I never failed to see those beautiful dark brown eyes of his gazing back at me. His mouth was shaped in a gentle curve of a smile, his expression almost dreamy as he admired me with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it sent my heart racing. I had to look away when the butterflies in my chest fluttered so hard they were ready to burst out of me.

Fuck, I was so down bad for this man, I was down atrocious.

A gloved finger brushed against my cheek, slowly tracing the contours of my face until reaching my chin. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and my eyes returned to Jack as he gently guided my face back towards him.

“Looks like the show’s over,” Jack said. I blinked, caught off-guard, before my eyes darted to the screen to see the credits scrolling by. His honeyed voice drew me back before I could get distracted from his loving gaze for long. “What do you want to do now, sunshine?”

The first thought that popped into my head made my cheeks burn and brought back those damn butterflies. The second thought reminded me to check the time.

Ah damn it. Curse must-watch binge-worthy television. Why must I always fall for your siren song of “just one more episode”?

“Not run errands, that’s for sure, but it’s getting late,” I said with a heavy sigh, banishing the butterflies and steamy thoughts to whence they came. “Groceries aren’t going to buy themselves, and I’ve got a bunch of other stuff I should get out of the way while I’m out too.” I sighed again, shoulders slumping.

Being a responsible adult dealing with all the responsible adult bullshit sucked sometimes. A lot of the time. Actually probably most of the time considering how many hours in a day got eaten up by a cringy job and entitled customers.

I twisted away from Jack and tried to stand, but his large muscular arms kept me locked up tighter than iron bars. I turned back to him with a questioning look, only to see him pouting at me.

“I know it’s important to be responsible, sunshine, but don’t you think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately?” he asked. “We have plenty of food to last a few more days, and you’ve been working overtime for the past five nights in a row. You come home too exhausted to do anything but sleep, then you go right back to work. It’s not good for you.”

“I know,” I said with a helpless shrug. “But what can I do about it? Bills aren’t going to pay themselves either.”

Jack adjusted his hold on me, not enough that I could slip free, but I could feel his hands glide slowly along my back, sending a shiver up my spine. “I know, but it’s just been so long since we’ve had any cuddle time,” he said, his pout making its way into his voice now.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the way his lower lip jutted out just a little further. “You see me every day,” I teased, trying to lighten up the mood. “Besides, we woke up cuddling this morning, didn’t we? You sleep with me every night.”

“You’ve been too tired to cuddle lately,” Jack said, whining a little. “Even this morning, you didn’t really wake up until halfway through breakfast. This is the first chance in days that I’ve had to really have you all to myself.” He dipped his head down, closer to mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the TV’s gentle glow made his dark eyes shine. “I missed you, sunshine.”

His big soulful eyes tugged at my heartstrings, and his gentle caress along my back made me want to melt into him. “I missed you too,” I admitted after a moment. We couldn’t exactly talk when other people were around, and work had been too busy for us to even sneak a kiss without the risk of getting caught in the act.

 I was pretty sure Jack wouldn’t mind even if someone else could see him making out with me. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might even enjoy getting caught. Sometimes this man acted like he had no idea what it meant to feel shame.

Then again, Jack was always painted up like a clown 24/7. If he wasn’t embarrassed by the bright face paint or his silly jokes, then he probably didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Sometimes I wished that I could say the same. The idea of being seen making weird faces while holding onto the air left me feeling a level of cringe that not even the greeting at my job could match. It probably would be a kiss with tongue too knowing Jack.

The thought left me burning, both with mortification and the memory of the way his kisses made me feel.

Maybe it would be worth the embarrassment considering how good of a kisser Jack was.

As if reading my mind, Jack brushed his lips against mine, just a peck, but it was enough to snap my attention entirely to my boyfriend. “Then stay with me,” he said with a hint of desperation to his breathy voice. “Please?” He planted another kiss on my lips, just a little longer but still only a tantalizing taste of what he could offer me. “I need you.”

Jack finished off the last of my resistance by saying my name in that same pleading tone while looking at me with so much love and need in his beautiful dark brown eyes. His desperate voice and puppy dog eyes made me melt like cotton candy in water.

I gave in to him. I couldn’t help it. I was weak to him when he begged me like this, and I needed Jack just as badly as he needed me.

“Jack,” I sighed as I looped my arms around his neck and drew Jack in for another kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips, and he murmured my name again before his tongue slid into my mouth to get a taste of me.

Soon I was pinned against the couch, breathless and panting, with Jack looming above me. His arms were a cage that secured me there and ensured that I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Not that I wanted to with the way his mouth moved along my neck, hot and wet. I couldn’t help but moan his name as he sucked on my skin, arching up into him.

Even before Jack started tugging at my shirt, I had a feeling that I wasn’t getting any errands done today, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every touch, every kiss, and every murmur of my name along with sweet praise made the world around us fade away, until nothing else existed but the two of us and our love.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #Sunny Day Jack x Reader #Yandere x reader #X Reader #Reader Insert

[darkestspring]

i wanted darkness, i wanted him.

summary: once he had laid his eyes on the lady tyrell, how could he ever want for another? You melted his heart, so now you must take responsibility for it. you will be embedded in his bones for all eternity.

word count: a little over 3.4k words. my longest piece!

a/n: alright second attempt at writing this! this has been a work in progress for a while and i’m finally going to finish it! this is more or less a greek gods au with hades! aemond and persephone! tyrell reader. this has been such a fun project, im obsessed with greek mythology so! i recommend listening to persephone by tamino to set the mood, its what i listened to writing this. just a reminder, my requests are still open

warnings: aemond gets a little bit obsessive, slight yandere themes.

taglist: @gulnarsultan​ @dehnablume (would not let me tag!), @azaleapotterblack (would not let me tag either), @jiminie-08​, @weepingwitchofthewest​

You had never been outside of highgarden, even as you were now nine and ten name days. It was your duty to stay there and tend to the plants, you had convinced yourself. Maybe you were just scared of what the outside world had to offer.

You despised cocky lords and entitled ladies, you were content here as you tended to your prized garden, you were content to keep your mother and your handmaiden, Arisa, company. Your mother kept you close regardless, sending away men and curious ladies from your company.

You stared down at the blooming flowers with a smile on your face as you watered them. “Grow strong and healthy.” You whispered to them gently.

“My, my. The goddess of spring strikes again.” Your mother teased you, taking the water canister from your hands as you pouted at her, turning away.

It was a silly name, ‘the goddess of spring’, they had even given you a nickname.

Kore. A nickname meaning maiden. A innocent maiden always with her duties and her flowers. In charge of bringing spring to highgarden. It was silly.

“Do not say that, mother.” You remained turned away, conflict haunting you. You didn’t wish to remain Kore forever, you wished to be more. “It is my duty, you have told me many times.”

“What you do is a work of art, my flower.” Your mother spoke softly, hand cupping your cheek as she smiled at you adoringly. “But it is not highgarden that needs you at the moment.” She sounded displeased at that. “I must leave to King’s Landing in the morrow, you are to come with me.”

Your eyes glimmered with curiosity that your mother refused to sate. Why were you coming with her? Why now? What could there be for you?

You were so excited that you could not find it in yourself to sleep. Was the capital as beautiful as highgarden? You dreaded the people that resided there. What if the queen and the princess hated you? Your mother had seemed displeased.

She was displeased, she was very displeased and irritated. She could not refused her cousin, Queen Alicent’s request to meet you but her daughter? Her daughter who brought spring with a brush of her fingertips? Hades resided there, as her son.

Hades is what they called Prince Aemond, rumors spread of how he spread death as easily as he breathed. His dragon, the ancient vhagar, had been responsible for many deaths. He was called the god of the dead, in contrast to her beloved daughter’s goddess of spring title.

Morning had not come easily and both ladies had not slept a single wink, finding easy sleep in the carriage they took, not that either knew.

King’s Landing was pretty, you thought but lacking true beauty. The same beauty you found in flowers and the fruits that grew all around you.

“Cousin.” Queen Alicent had greeted Lady Tyrell with a big smile, her hands linked together. She had never been close with her cousin as she was always here but they needed support more than ever. Alicent was determined to succeed above all foes.

Lady Tyrell did not outwardly react, she only bowed deeply to her cousin, shielding you from view. Prince Aemond wasn’t there, that was one big relief to her. “My Queen.” She greeted, reaching behind to reveal her daughter. “At your request, I brought my daughter.” Her voice made her displeasure noticeable.

Alicent was enamored by you immediately upon seeing you. Your hair was decorated with flowers. You were a soft looking girl. Perfect for her Aemond, he needed soft but her cousin would never allow this, she would have to go over everyone else.

You curtsied lowly for the queen, too nervous to even look at her for fear of messing up as you tucked a strand of dark hair behind your ear. “I am pleased to greet the queen.”

Your voice was even soft, almost melodic. You were a true lady, what a maiden should be.

Her cousin’s long staring irritated the Lady Tyrell who cleared her throat, her hand resting on her daughter’s back. “Will her majesty excuse my daughter, she need not be present for our discussion.”

Alicent knew that if she wanted to, she could have commanded the young tyrell to stay but she needed time to plan, so she agreed with a smile. “There is a beautiful harden here. I am sure you’ll enjoy it.” She smiled at you sweetly and you took that as your queue.

“Wait for me there, my sweet.” Your mother brushed hair from your fade before walking away with Alicent.

You wandered for a while, almost lost before you came upon flowers. It was wonderful. Flowers, and threes and shrubbery. Fruits and greenery. It was peaceful.

You choose a spot under a tree after you had finished gathering flowers and sat so that you could work on making flower crowns.

It had been another exhausting day for Prince Aemond. More training, more studying, more running after his idiotic older brother to ensure that he did not dishonor their mother or sister. All he wished was to for once to have to clean up the messes his older brother made.

He had been walking past the gardens to seek solitude in his private study before a soft voice caught his attention.

He had met many ladies, and yet none had caught his attention this quickly. It was his duty to marry but none dares to approach, the rumors of his nickname the courts gave him spread far and wide.

“-If I could begin to do something that does right by you, I would do about anything, I would even learn how to love.” Your voice rang out softly, your soft pink dress flowing around you as you weaved flowers together absentmindedly.

Aemond had never seen anyone like you. None of the ladies could compare to how you look before his eye. You were like the flowers that existed around you, soft, sweet, beautiful.

Aemond stood there, stunned, as he watched you with a feeling akin to the one he felt with vhagar filling him. Exhilaration, pride, possessiveness. He wanted to hear your voice forever, he wanted to see your eyes on him, he wanted for you to be as obsessed with him as he already was with you.

A twig snapped under his foot and your head snapped over to the sound as a single purple eye connected with warm hazel ones.

You stared at him like a startled deer before you scrambled up, dropping the half finished flower crown as you hid behind the giant apple tree. You held a hand to your chest as your heart raced

Aemond couldn’t help but find you adorable but he quickly tried to calm you down. “I am sorry, I startled you.” His voice was deep as he tried to restrain his excitement. He had found you, the girl he wanted to make his wife. His father had been making a fuss for him to be married, this would solve all problems would it not? “I’m-” he couldn’t tell you his name just yet, not until everything was final. “I’m Hades.”

You peered out from behind the tree to gaze at him with caution. Hades, that name sounded familiar. “I’m Kore.” You had refrained from giving your name out of embarrassment. Your mother would surely scold you if she knew the truth.

“I am deeply sorry for startling you, fair maiden.” Aemond hoped he didn’t sound awkward or too excited. Kore did not fit you at all, would not do justice to just how brightly you shined in his eyes.

He cursed Lucerys Velaryon for taking his eye, for keeping him from having two eyes to gaze at you with, to admire your beauty with. You were truly a goddess among mortals, fitting of every title you could possess.

You suddenly felt childish, hiding behind the tree from him, and you moved yourself out from behind it, your hands clasped together in front of him.

Aemond couldn’t help but admire kore with his darkened purple eye. From your hair, dark and luscious, decorated with all kinds of flowers. To your dress, a pale pink that gave Aemond the sense of innocence, something he couldn’t help but wish to ruin, wish to see your reddened face as he kissed and worshipped you as you deserved.

You felt unnerved as he seemed to study you with a look you couldn’t decipher, it made you all the more nervous.

Aemond had come to realize that he had spent too much of his time with you and sought to retreat so that he might ready his request to his father. “I anticipate our next meeting, my lady.”

No, Kore did not suit you at all. Aemond concluded as he walked away and left you to stare after him with a tilted head and flower crown forgotten.

Just as he could not leave your mind, you did not leave his. Aemond thought of you constantly. He knew very little of you but still you managed to capture him in a way no one else had.

You had chosen to not tell your mother of the encounter, knowing how she worried for you with men. You knew she could be a little overbearing but she only meant well, so you kept it to yourself but Hades was carved into your memories.

You found yourself anticipating your next meeting as you remained in the red keep for longer, at the request of the queen. You spent most of your time in the gardens, hopeful of meeting him once again. To your knowledge, he never came.

But then again, Aemond made sure to stay out of sight when he watched you in your peace in the gardens. He couldn’t bring himself to ruin your peace, so he watched you.

Most would call it stalk but he had no ill intent on you, he wished to make you his bride. He wished to bury himself in your bones and always feel the way he did when he was with you. You brought him peace.

That’s why he brought it up to his father and mother. “Please allow me to marry Lady Tyrell’s daughter.” He stood in front of his parents with his request and refused to show his irritation at their shock.

Aemond was not known for enjoying the companies of ladies as Aegon was renown for. Aemond preferred the quiet library and his practices with Ser Cole too much to do other things.

It did not shock Alicent too much, she had hoped that he would take to her cousin’s daughter but where had he met her and why did such darkness exist in his eyes? She brushed it off easily and smiled at her son. “Of course, you may take her as your bride.”

Viserys nodded along with his wife, still sluggish from his medicine as he leaned into his wife. “Yes, it is time for you to have a wife, my son.”

Aemond was satisfied as his wish was granted and he nodded to his mother before stalking away. Lady Tyrell was notorious for her protectiveness over her daughter, if he was to marry the lady he wanted, it must be done quickly and in secret. He won’t allow this wish to be denied.

Aemond, in the middle of making his way to his room, turned the other way to make his way towards the garden where undoubtedly you were. His rage, always just simmering under the surface in him, seemed to calm once he saw you.

“Oh Hades!” You gasped in surprise as you saw him making his way towards you and you smiled at him, holding a finished flower crown in your hands. “We meet again, at last.” You giggled softly, the sound sending his heart soaring.

“Indeed, we do.” Aemond held his hand out for you and you smiled at his once more before placing a hand in his. Aemond lifting your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “I’m honored to see you once more.”

Warmth filled you at his actions and your cheeks turned red. “I’m happy you’re here.” You reached up with your free hand and placed the flower crown on his head. “It’s a perfect fit!”

Aemond blinked in astonishment for a few seconds before letting go of your hand and humming. “It is.” He knows he should have told you of his intent to marry you, to take you as his wife in the way of Valyria, but instead all he said was. “Come take a ride with me on my dragon.”

You had already known he was a targaryen, it was very obvious to everyone who had eyes but you had never seen a dragon before. They both mesmerized and terrified you. “Will it be safe?” You asked him, furrowing your brows.

“You will always be safe with me.” He assured you and you nodded, still filled with caution as you allowed him to take your hand.

The corridors were empty, not a servant in sight. It confused you, you had always seen them. You brushed it off easily as Aemond guided you to a nearby place by the sea, and there laid a dragon.

Aemond whispered to Vhagar quietly in High Valyrian for a few moments before turning back to you and guiding you forwards. He let go of your hand only to guide it along Vhagar’s scales gently.

“It’s.... warm.” You murmured, taken aback by not only the size but also the warmth. “Your dragon is so... beautiful.”

Vhagar seemed to huff out smoke at that and Aemond laughed quietly. “Yes, she is. Come, I’ll help you up.” Aemond helped you climb onto her back and secured you in tightly before situating himself behind you and securing himself. “Vhagar, Soves!” He commanded and a gasp came for you as she launched herself up.

Dragonstone wasn’t far away, a short flight and when Vhagar landed, Aemond was certain his sister and uncle already knew he was there but he didn’t care about them. All he cared about was marrying his lady.

“How do you feel?” He asked as he helped you down from his dragon. Your feet trembled with pain as you landed on the ground.

“It was exhilarating but it was also a little scary being so high up.” You spoke before looking around. “Where are we?”

“Dragonstone.” He answered you, reaching for you hand. “I must admit to you, I have deceived you somewhat.”

You blinked at him before tilting your head at him in confusion. “Deceived me in what?”

“I didn’t just bring you here to sight see, i brought you here with then intention kf marry you.” Aemond looked at you with the slightest bit of guilt. “You haunt my dreams, even awake you never leave my mind. Since our meeting, I have never felt such peace in my life.” Aemond breathes, like he had just lifted a weight from himself. “Please, I beg of you, have mercy on me.”

His confession struck you like no one ever had and she stared at him with a parted mouth as he sunk down on his knees. “Please do not do that.” The words left your mouth before you could stop them as you reached out for him. “If you plead with me in such ways, how am I to resist the temptation of carving my name into your heart so that you may always remember me.”

In all of you memories, you were always alone, or with only three people by your side. You had never been aloowed to see the world outside your home, you had never been able to have friends or even meet other ladies. No one had ever treated you with the kindness that he had. Of course, you thought it was all too fast, too much but had you not craved for this? To stop being Kore, a sweet maiden, the only child of Lord and Lady Tyrell. Had you not wanted him?

“I will always remember you, how could I ever forget a person like you?” Aemond wanted to press himself against you, he wanted to live in your bones, to be one with you, so that he might always bathe in your gaze.

If he always spoke such words to you, how would you ever cease to love him?

The kindness that he spoke to you with was nonexistent as he spoke to the septon, demanding that he wished to marry you. They had agreed to his wishes as he held your hand.

You didn’t wince as he cut your lip gently with dragonglass. The septon guided you on what to write on Aemond’s forehead and you followed with gentleness. Your blood mingled together and you held bloodied hands together.

“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” Aemond murmured to you softly as the ceremony ended with him kissing you, his free hand clasping at your cheek.

Once he pulled away from you, you could identify the look in his eyes. Devotion. Triumph. Darkness.

All your life, maybe this is what you had wanted. Freedom, Darkness, Love. Him.

“Kore never fit you at all, my Persephone.” Aemond had whispered into your hear and you had shivered with delight.

It had been nearly a month after your wedding to Aemond that a letter came addressed to you. It was from your mother, you could tell by the handwriting.

“Darling, what is it?” Aemond sat up from beside you in bed as he sensed your distress.

Three days after the ceremony, you and Aemond had returned to King’s Landing. It had been chaos, Alicent was happy for the both of you but your mother had returned to Highgarden and refused to continue the alliance with the Targaryens and Hightowers until her daughter was returned but you were now married.

“It’s from my mother.” You handed him the letter as you rubbed at your face to lessen your tears. “She had cut off the Hightowers and King’s Landing until I am returned to her.”

Aemond placed the letter on the nightstand before moving closer to you and comforting you. “She will not take my wife from me.” He spoke like a promise as he wrapped his arms around you. “We were up all last night, you need sleep, sweet girl.”

“How can I sleep when things are as they are. My mother believes you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you, she doesn’t know the reality of it.” You frowned at him, pressing your hand to his face, thumb tracing his scar gently. “I have to tell her the truth.”

Bards and Poets have already spun the tale of Aemond forcing his will on you. Persephone’s kidnapping. You grow tired to seeing it. No one knew that you had wanted him too.

“We know the truth, my love.” His words were soft as he closed his eye and leaned into your touch. “We could not live without each other, I went against everyone’s wishes to marry you in Valyrian tradition because I knew your mother would never allow me to have you. You have brought me peace, for that I will never feel guilty.”

Your face was soft as you pondered over how to solve this matter. How to bring peace to everyone involved.

it was a week before your mother came to you as you were sitting in thr same garden you had met Aemond in.

“My sweet girl.” She murmured, tears in her eyes as she hugged you close. “What has that man done to you?”

“Nothing I did not want.” You smiled at her, you were now dressed in black instead of the light colors from before. “Mother, I was not kidnapped by him.”

Your mother did not say anything in return as she sat down, she could tell there was more you wanted to say. She always knew but still, she wanted to cling to you for a little longer.

“I asked him for it. For the blood, for the rust, for the sin. I did not want the pearls that other girls talked about, or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses in the mouths of servants.” You looked at her with a pleading look, begging her to understand.

“I wanted pomegranates, I wanted darkness, I wanted him.”

You would never regret that.

#house of the dragon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hades aemond x persephone tyrell au #aemond targaryen x you #aemond imagine #MY LONGEST PIECE IM SO TIRED

[rileebilee]

kisses for your heart..

isaacwhyxfem!reader

warnings: fluff, cringy names, full on just cringe probs, very short cuz idk

a/n: took this from my fellow friend @isaacswhy thank uu ilysm /p

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READER POV.

i sighed, getting up and heading downstairs. seeing everyone but isaac greeting me.

"wheres isaac?" i questioned, worried.

"hes in his room doing some random shit cuz hes upset." nick responded while on his phone.

"oh, alright" i sighed, walking to isaacs room and knocking softly, not wanting to annoy him.

"come in." i heard him groan

i opened the door slowly, closing it before walking over to him, sitting on the bed where he was sat.

"whats wrong." i sighed, staring at him while sad eyes while i sat next to him, hand placed on his thigh.

"i dont know." he groaned before placing his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around me

"oh, do you want me to get you anything? i can go run out and get it" i played with his hair while he was against me.

"mm.. could you go get me a water.." he said, obviously not wanting to talk.

"okay ill be back in a second" i said pushing him off of me softly, getting up to go get him what he wanted.

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3RD PERSON POV.

y/n walked out into the living room, greeting the others while walking past, grabbing a water out of the fridge.

"is isaac okay?" larry asked, obviously worried.

"yeah hes just grumpy and tired, big ass fucking baby if ive seen one.." jokingly saying the last part as a funny haha

she walked up the stairs to go changed into something different, shorts and a hoodie was fine for her.

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ISAACS POV.

i saw the door open slightly, seeing y/n in a new pair of clothes and the water i asked for, seeing her bright smile.

i moved over a bit so she could sit back down, laying back in the position i was before.

"isaac, you still awake?" i heard her say softly.

"mhm.." i looked up at her, groaning.

"the guys are ordering something from *blah blah blah some random food place* do u want anything? or we can order something else because i dont like their food there." she played with my hair

"mmm can we order from somewhere else.." i yawned before laying my head back into her neck.

"yeah ill just tell them we dont want anything from there." she smiled before texting them back.

i felt her hand guide up my back, fingers wrapped around my hair.

god how cpuld anyone not love this girl?, i yawned, fixing myself into a kore comfortable position, head on her stomach and the rest to the side.

maybe i wasnt as grumpy as before.

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#the group chat #the group chat podcast #isaacwhy #marswhyyy #bigt #larrycroft #softwilly #shit self #yumi

[starlitmark]

Summary: Ten isn’t like anyone you’ve ever been with, and he likes that knowledge. Pairing: Ten x fem!reader Tropes: hookup au(?) Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: club setting, Ten in a skirt, language Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, bathroom sex Word Count: 516 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble event Requested by: @sun-kore​

The Hanged Man ➾ different, distinctive, unforgettable sex

You’ve never seen someone so masculine yet feminine at the same time. Something about the individual sharing glances across the dimly lit club makes you curious. They come sauntering over to you. The black pleated skirt paired with the oversized, half-tucked white button-up makes you even more intrigued by them. They have messy bedhead-styled hair. It falls into their eyes slightly, not enough to obstruct their vision but enough to be mysterious.

“Never seen a hot guy in a skirt before?” they say.

“No one quite as hot as you.” you flirt back, “So, you identify as male?”

“Why do you ask, sweetheart?”

“Just don’t want to misgender anyone.” you clarify, “I couldn’t care what you identify as. I just know I wanna fuck you.”

“Well, sweetheart,” he chuckles, stepping a bit closer to you, “how do you feel about getting railed by a hot guy in a skirt?”

“Show me the way.”

Before you know it, you’re pinned against the wall of a less-than-clean stall in the bathroom. One of his hands plays with your chest while the other hikes your leg up around his hip. The flowy edge of his skirt makes goosebumps rise on your skin each time it flutters over your leg. You’re both lost in the heady kiss. Neither of you cares about people who come or go from the public restroom. After all, you’re behind the closed door of the stall. No one will know who you are.

His hand wanders lower. He shifts his hips back slightly to allow his fingers to toy with your heat. A shiver runs up your spine feeling his fingertips pressed against your needy hole. He chuckles and smirks against your lips.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for me?”

“Please,” you sigh erotically.

He tugs your panties to the side and releases himself from his briefs below his skirt. You feel the blunt tip of his cock press against your bare core. A small broken moan escapes your lips as he slowly presses himself into you. He sighs quietly at how tight you are around him.

He was absolutely right about one thing. He’s absolutely railing you. You think you may see god at this point. Through your garbled thought process, you think he may actually be god somehow. Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues to fuck you roughly. His face is buried in your neck as he chases after his own high, unbothered by how loud you’re moaning. Before you know it, you’re bursting at the seams, and your orgasm overtakes your entire body. Your thighs shake and grip tighter around his hips. Your walls convulse around him. He lets out low groans and moans into your shoulder before his own orgasm comes to a head, and he releases inside you.

“If you ever want another railing by a boy in a pretty skirt, call me.”

“Wha- how?” you ask, catching your breath still.

“I’ll give you my number, duh?” he responds as if it’s a given.

“How about your name too?”

“Ten,” he smirks, “Ten Lee.”

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[somedogs]

イキグサレ 「お注射ガール」 Translation Ikigusare - "Injection Girl" (Ochuusha Gaaru)

"Injection Girl" by Ikigusare, the horror-themed virtual idol group recently making the sweeps. Original lyrics, romaji transcription and my own translation.

Where to find the song:

NicoNicoDouga YouTube Bandcamp

!! Warnings !!

Medical violence, needles, poisoning, abusive love, general horror themes, suicide.

Usage:

Please don't repost or use my translation without permission and credit. I'm happy for this to be used for subs and videos, as long as I'm notified and credited.

If you use the romaji (for covers, reference, etc.), I would also appreciate credit, but it's optional.

Please enjoy.

Original (from Bandcamp)

あら目が覚めたの　まだボンヤリするでしょ 貴方のお茶に少し薬入れたの 寝てる間にイスに縛り付けたよ 何でこんなことするんだって言いたいの？ 私が何も知らないと思ってたの　ホントバカね

この注射器には毒が入っています 即死する毒なんて入手できないから 結構長い時間苦しむと思うけど 結局死ぬんだからどうでもいいでしょ 少しだけチクッとするよ　動くと余計痛いよ

なんちゃって全部嘘だよ　貴方は死なないよ 一時でも愛した人を　殺すわけ無いじゃない 大丈夫　全部嘘だよ　これは毒じゃないよ でもこれで少しは私の怒りが分かった？

これで貴方への復讐は終わり でもまだロープは解いてあげない 後は私の個人的なことだけど もうちょっとだけ付き合ってください 貴方に騙されちゃった　自分がもう許せない

この注射器には本当に毒が入ってる 今からこれを自分に打ちます のた打ち回って　もがき苦しんで 動かなくなるまで　どうか見ててね 貴方が裏切った女の最後見届けて

ほら見てよ　血反吐吐いたよ　手足痙攣するよ 喉を掻き毟って　もうそこら中血まみれ ほら見てよ　凄い顔でしょ　まるで地獄みたいでしょ でもなんか今の私　ちょっとだけセクシー

Romaji

ara me ga sameta no　mada bon'yari suru desho anata no ocha ni sukoshi kusuri deta no neteiru aida ni isu ni shibari tsuketa yo nande konna koto suru nda tte iitai no? watashi ga nani mo shiranai to omotteta no　honto baka ne

kono chuushaki ni wa doku ga haiteimasu sokushi suru doku nante nyuushu dekinai kara kekkou nagai jikan kurushimu to omou kedo kekkyoku shinu ndakara dou demo ii desho sukoshi dake chikutto suru yo　ugoku to yokei itai yo

nanchatte zenbu uso da yo　anata wa shinanai yo ittoki de mo aishita hito wo　korosu wake nai janai daijoubu　zenbu uso da yo　kore wa doku janai yo demo kore de sukoshi wa watashi no ikari ga wakatta?

kore de anata e no fukushuu wa owari demo mada roopu wa toite agenai ato wa watashi no kojinteki na koto dakedo mou chotto dake tsukiatte kudasai anata ni damasarechatta　jibun ga mou yurusenai

kono chuushaki ni wa hontou ni doku ga haiteru ima kara kore wo jibun ni uchimasu notauchi mawatte　mogaki kurushinde ugokanaku naru made　douka mitete ne anata ga uragitta onna no saigo todokete

hora mite yo　chihedo haita yo　teashi keiren suru yo nodo wo kakimushitte　mou sokorajuu chimamire hora mite yo 　sugoi kao desho　marude jigoku mitai desho demo nanka ima no watashi　chotto dake sekushii (x2)

Translation

Ah, you've woken up! Seems you're still out of it I spiked your tea with a bit of poison While you slept, I tied you to a chair You want to ask why I'd do such a thing? You thought I didn't know anything, just a real fool, huh?

I've filled this syringe here with poison I couldn't get hold of poison that kills quickly, so I think you'll suffer for a splendidly long time But you'll die in the end anyways, so it doesn't matter. Nothing but a quick prick - move and it'll hurt more!

🎜🎜🎜🎜🎜

Just kidding! That was all a lie, you're not gonna die! There's no reason to kill someone even if I only loved them for a time. It's okay, that was all a lie, this isn't poison! Still, just now, did you understand at least some of my anger?

With this, my revenge on you is over But I won't untie the ropes just yet. The rest is just a personal matter, but Please keep me company a little while longer. You managed to trick me; I can't let you do it ever again. I've filled this syringe here with poison for real This time, I'll inject myself with it. Rolling around in pain, writhing in agony, Until I stop moving. Please watch, okay? The final moments of the woman you betrayed - watch till the end.

🎜🎜🎜🎜🎜🎜🎜🎜

Hey, look here! I've thrown up blood! My limbs are convulsing! Scratching at my throat, there's already blood everywhere. Hey, look here! Such a terrible, amazing face, almost just like hell. But even now, when I'm like this, I'm just a bit sexy~ (x2)

#ikigusare #injection girl #イキグサレ #お注射ガール #translation

[fallenoftheromaempire]

My favorite interpretation of the myth of Persephone is that it's not a story of abuse nor romance. Is the story of a woman that made her choices and had to face the concequences of them.

In my version she wasn't escaping from an evil mother, nor was she kidnapped from an horrible man.

She was a young woman who loved her mother but wished to be seen by her as as the grown adult she was and not the girl her mother wish to keep her as (hence her name being Kore wich means "Girl"). Her mother isn't suffocating her or mistreating her. But like parents often do, they wish to hold on to their babies a little longer and ignore that they are adults.

So when she meets Hades, she finds herself desired in a different way, a way that she didn't experience before since in her family. Finally she feels herself being treated her age, finally she feels like she is allowed to explore her desires and wants.

But she didn't tell her mother. Mind you she shouldn't have to ask for permission but at least give a warning could have been a good idea. But she had other things on her mind and she just didn't want to deal with her mother potentially telling her no and again forget that Persephone could make her decision. Maybe Demeter would have been like "Oh alright have fun dear!" but instead she never got to know that her daughter willingly left and like any good mother she freaked out.

When Zeus came down to tell his brother to give back the girl, Hades may have been completely compliant, maybe he was feeling bad about the whole misunderstanding, maybe he even planned to directly apologize to Demeter and then start to properly court Persephone and ask for her hand.

But again Persephone didn't talk to Hades about how she felt probably patronized by her mother making this whole big problem the SECOND she gets out of her side and feels embarrassed and upset. So out of spite she goes and eat the pomegranates. Personally the pomegranet id a symbol of sex, aka her and Hades hadn't even consumed the whole time that she had been down there. He doesn't give it to her, he doesn't shoves the seed in her mouth. She makes the choice or eating it, and she makes sure that it will be just enough to tie herself to him but enough to leave space to be able to come back (aka not get pregnant).

So now she is tied to a man that she doesn't know that well for half a year and the other half she can only be with her mother when in the surface. Because i know that Demeter will not let her out of her sight again. The trust between them is broken.

And in all of this Persephone get to taste freedom just for a little bit. Her and Hades will grow to love each other but maybe it could have been much more genuine and tender if they weren't forced to be together by a choice made on a wim.

She was not stupid or egoistic or a victim. She was a woman that wanted to make her own choices she made them and like the adult she is she faces the concequences.

#persephone #hades and persephone #persephone and hades #The myth of Persephone #pomegranate #pomegranate symbolism #Making Hades the villan or Demeter is not the feminist take that you think it is #It can be a story of abuse #Or it can be a story of choices and consequences #My favorite thing about the greek gods is that they are not perfect #They make mistakes #I want to give Persephone her agency #Even if it brings her sorrow

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

little flower - chapter four

pairing: hades!Kim Namjoon x persephone!Female Reader word count: 5350 warnings: fluff, angst, smut, multiple pov, thanatos!yoongi, stalking, mastubation, wet dream series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

An enormous headache due to all the drinks he had last night wasn't the perfect way that Yoongi wanted to spend the upcoming day, not that he had much of a choice, and he was sure that Jungkook, Jimin, and even Namjoon were feeling the same way he did.

But as the daimon of non-violent death and the minister's king he had a job to do, whether he liked it or not, and sending the Keres, to do one of them for him wasn't the best idea.

As he strolled in the hall, when hearing the cackling of the Moirai the gray-haired one's wings spread and he flew until he was sure he was away from the sound, not wanting to deal with the cryptic hags, especially after getting them inebriated.

Afterward, he kept making his way towards the throne room, being slightly surprised when he entered the room and saw that the god of the Dead was nowhere in sight.

"Where is the king?" the daimon asked the servants in the room.

"The king is still in bed," one of the servants said, bowing to the minister. "Shall we wake him up my lord?"

"No need," he gave a deep sigh while rubbing his temple. "I'll do it myself."

With another bow from the servants, Yoongi made his way to Namjoon's bedroom, passing through other servants with disregard until he reached the door.

The gray-haired knocked on it and waited for a response for a couple of seconds, of which when Yoongi received none, he knocked on the door again, a bit more forcefully, before letting himself in the room, closing the door behind him.

He entered the room, the sight of the king made Yoongi let out a sigh and roll his eyes, Namjoon being spread out naked on his bed, snoring incredibly loudly that almost made the gray-haired one want to cover his ears.

"This isn't how I wanted to start my morning," he said pinching the bridge of his nose before proceeding to grab the king of the Underworld's right ankle and shake it violently. The daimon kept doing this even as he heard the god of the Dead groan and start to move to shake off the unwanted feeling, only stopping and letting go once the gray-haired noticed that the dark-haired had opened his eyes.

"Ughhh," Namjoon groaned as he moved to sit on the bed, his feet touching the cold floor as he stretched his arms before passing his fingers through his hair. "What time is it?" the king asked with a yawn.

"Good morning!" the minister replied loudly, moving to carefully pick up the glass shards off the floor before putting them on the mirrored dresser next to the untouched glass, not wanting whoever was going to clean the room to have too much work with it. "Fun night?" he said in an almost bored tone, his eyes focusing on the objects on top of the dresser.

"What do you want?" the god of the Dead asked, cracking his neck and passing his fingers through his hair once more, before resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze focusing on the floor, his head pounding, as if someone kept hitting it with one of Hephaestus's hammers, as flashes of the previous day's events crossed his mind.

His brain paying special attention to when he had been with his mistress but having his thoughts fogged by someone else, one part of him feeling guilty for what he had done to both the goddess and the nymph; the second part telling him that he had done nothing wrong, for neither women knew of what he had done; and a third part, one which was very small but still very present, wanted to fuck Kore into his bed until she begged him to stop, wanting her to become so addicted to the pleasures he would give her that the goddess wouldn't even dare to search for something similar in somebody else.

The latter being pushed to the far back of his mind, not wanting to become hard in front of his minister.

"I came to wake the king so that he can perform his duties," Yoongi said circling his finger through the rim of the untouched glass. "I also wanted to have a private conversation with you," the daimon of non-violent death grabbed the bottle of wine and poured the liquid into the glass, taking a gulp while glancing at the taller one through his peripheral. "I would've preferred a more clothes-on type of conversation but I'll take what I can get."

With a roll of eyes and a tsk Namjoon stood up from the bed and walked towards his closet, grabbing his robe. "What did you want to talk about?" the king asked in a monotone voice as he put on the piece of clothing, both men having their backs turned towards one another.

"What's the real story behind the flower crown?" the gray-haired said taking a swing of his drink.

Silence filled the room for what felt like hours as Namjoon debated on what to tell the minister before settling on the narrative he had given. "The same one from hours ago," he turned towards the daimon, having decided to give him a little more information. "A woman made it and left it behind when she left in a hurry and I took it for myself, nothing more to it."

Yoongi turned towards the god, staring at him from top to bottom. "Is that all?" he took a sip, looking up to see the king's reaction from above the rim of the glass.

"Why wouldn't it be?" the dark-haired one wanted to keep the existence of Kore hidden from the gray-haired one, more so for the fact that he didn't want the other to start questioning him about her, even though the feeling of possession stared prickling on his skin, especially when he saw the minister move his unoccupied hand to grab the crown of daisies. "Now, if this conversation is over, I'd like to go about my day."

"She must've made quite the impression for you to need a memento," the shorter of the two said quietly as his fingers grazed the white petals of the flower.

Rolling his eyes the god of the Dead crossed his arms over his chest. "How long are you going to keep this going?"

"Until you tell me the whole truth," Yoongi threw the flower crown haphazardly onto the bed, earning him a scowl from the king, of which he gave a smirk in response, almost as if he had caught the god in a lie.

The god made a move to sit at the foot of his bed, taking the crown in his hands and passing his fingers through its petals, as memories of yesterday clouded his vision.

What is wrong with me? Namjoon thought to himself. He had met the goddess less than twelve hours ago, it hadn't even been a meeting, they had simply looked at each other from across the hall and were aware of one another, there hadn't been any conversation, and then he had hidden behind a tree watching her, only for it to culminate in him thinking about her while being deep inside his mistress, all of this in a span of six hours at best.

All of it was a first to him.

"Who is she?" the king was pulled out of his thoughts by the voice of his minister, who now spoke in a more soft and understanding tone.

The god of the Dead however remained in silence, gathering his thoughts by pushing Kore out of them, as he stood from his seat and walked towards the dresser, placing the flower crown on it.

"No one," the dark-haired one said with a deep sigh. It was for the best that he forgets her, even if there was a part of him that wanted to see the goddess once more. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a bath before starting my duties." before Yoongi had a chance to reply the Lord of Riches left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

The daimon sighed and rubbed his temple, more so due to how the conversation had gone and less about his hangover.

In all honesty, he wasn't surprised that his friend was guarded about the subject but, he couldn't help but wonder about the king's sudden attachment to something as simple as a crown made of daisies.

There was more to the story that Namjoon wasn't sharing, and while on any other occasion the daimon wouldn't press further, the situation at hand warranted some digging on his part.

Yoongi would never admit it out loud but the majority of the reason why he was doing this was that he was worried for his friend.

In all the years he has known the god, this was the first time he has seen him act this way.

The way Namjoon was staring at the crown moments before, the look in his eyes, one of melancholy, of heartache, of longing. A look the gray-haired hadn't seen since she had passed all those years ago.

But Yoongi reasoned that it couldn't be about her, Namjoon had long since passed his grieving process, especially if the twinkle in god's eyes after the daimon mentioned the Moirai's words was anything to go by.

And then, it clicked.

Could the flower crown belong to the bringer of death? It could explain the king's behavior but why try to hide it from him? If it hadn't been for him the Lord of Riches wouldn't even know the Moirai's prediction, so why hide from him?

"Unless…," Yoongi thought loudly to himself, taking another glance at the crown of daisies before exiting the room.

The daimon of non-violent death needed to talk to the Moirai once more, a thing that displeased him quite greatly but he felt like he had no other choice, the god of the Dead was being incredibly secretive and protective about the crown of daisies, and whoever had made the crown definitely had an effect on the king of the Underworld.

But there had to be more to the story, or else the god wouldn't be acting the way that he was.

However, Yoongi would have to be secretive about his new meeting with the Moirai, if the Lord of Riches was already defensive when it came to a flower crown, one could only imagine how he would act if he found out that his minister was trying to find more information about the crown's creator.

"Why do I have to be such a good friend?" he murmured with a sigh as he entered the throne room.

~🌸~

As the sun raised in the horizon, illuminating each corner with its light and awaking everyone and everything, from the birds that started to chirper to the blossoming flowers, not even mortals and immortals alike could escape its waking presence.

And for once in her godly life, the only thing that Y/N wanted to do was to curse Helios with all her might for waking the world up, and thus herself, for it meant she had to get up when the only thing she wanted was to continue lying in bed.

In fairness the goddess of spring had been awake for a while now, having woken up from a dream, a peculiar one at that, one she couldn't recall ever having had one similar.

A dream where she was lying in a bed made of flowers, arms at her side and eyes closed, taking in the bright sunlight. All of a sudden a gloominess took over, stealing away the light and leaving her surrounded by nothing but darkness, and while her eyes were now open, her body remained immobile.

In the blackness, a faceless but equally as dark figure, of similar built to that of a man, approached her, and, without uttering a word, settled between her now parted legs. His hands gracefully took hold of her legs and placed them on his shoulders just as carefully, spreading pecks and bites from her ankle to her thigh on her right leg before doing the same to her left one.

A sudden bite on her pelvis was all the warning she got before the figure's face was buried between her thighs, her back arching off the ground at the sensation of his lips kissing her most intimate part before using the flat of his tongue to lick at her entrance. His lips started to suck on her clit as he inserted two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out at a slow pace.

As the figure kept scissoring inside of her, the goddess of flowers' hips started moving in tune with his hand, her pussy clenching around the digits as moans kept falling from her lips, pleasure she had never felt before filling her bones.

With a moan against her center the figure's face backed away from her and started to spread kisses throughout her skin, making a path from her pelvis until her collarbone. The fingers in his left hand curled with precision against her sweet stop while his right hand fondled her breast, as his lips grazed against hers.

And when she was close to tipping over the edge, Y/N woke up with a startle, taking heavy breaths in order to calm herself down as quietly as she possibly could in order to not wake her mother up.

Ever since then she had been lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, the dream replaying in her over and over again, leaving her bewildered and with a tingling sensation between her legs, one she refused to acknowledge.

It wasn't the first time the goddess of spring had felt that sensation in her immortal life, the first time had been when she had met Apollo for the first time and he had started to flirt with her almost immediately, before the god of music was forced to leave by her mother, when she had the physical appearance of a girl in her late teens all those years ago.

A short time after both deities had left her with the nymphs, the goddess of flowers turned to them and asked about what she was feeling, of which Leucippe, Tyche, and Acaste explained in graphic detail everything they thought she would need to know, even going as far as telling and showing to her what she needed to do when she wanted to satisfy herself.

But, like she had told Aphrodite, Y/N never felt the need to do such things. That, and a mixture of a lack of courage to follow through with it, mostly due to fear of her mother finding out and the shame that would follow.

So, much every other time she had felt this need, Y/N would simply try her best to ignore it until it passed.

But as the morning sun started to rise, all hopes of remaining in bed disappeared before her, knowing that her mother would never allow her to be in bed without a concernable reason.

With a heavy breath, the goddess got up, stretching her arms and walking towards the kitchen, finding the goddess of harvest already there preparing breakfast, a fruit salad from the looks of it.

The younger goddess released a sigh as she walked, hoping her mother would be less mad than she was the previous night.

"Good morning mother," she gave the older goddess a peck on the cheek before moving to take a seat at the table.

"Good morning Kore," Demeter said, not lifting her eyes from her task. "Did you sleep well?"

A glimpse of her dream flashed for a second in her mind. "Yes mother, like a baby,"

The goddess of harvest settled both plates on the table and took a seat, both mother and daughter eating in silence, both glancing out the window each time they took a piece of fruit into their mouths.

"What are you planning on doing today my flower?" the older goddess asked, a neutral tone in her voice.

"I was planning on having a bath and then spend the rest of the day with the nymphs," Y/N played with a grape between her fingers before popping it into her mouth. "I'm sure they want to know everything that happen yesterday."

With a sigh, the goddess of agriculture turned her eyes from the outside towards her plate. "You do know why I was upset last night right?"

The goddess of flowers nodded. "Yes mother," she started to play with another grape. "It was because I made you worry after going to the garden in front of Zeus's palace without telling you."

Demeter's hand reached to hold her daughter's one, giving it a squeeze. "I apologize for being too harsh," she looked at the goddess of flowers, a caring look in her eyes. "I was incredibly worried after I couldn't find you and I overreacted." Y/N nodded along with her mother's words, her eyes focused on her lap.

The previous night as soon as she had heard her mother searching for her, the goddess of spring had made a quick dash towards the palace, leaving her daisy crown behind, and, once she had approached her mother she apologized for what she had done.

In response, Demeter angrily started to inquire questions to which she expected no answer to. Questions such as: 'Why were you by yourself?' 'Why not take someone with you if you wanted to go outside?' 'Why didn't you tell anyone about it?' and other such questions, ones that were quiet enough to not draw the attention of the entire hall but also loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who was close by.

Once the goddess of harvest stopped she grabbed her daughter's wrist and pulled her out the palace, both deities leaving for their home in silence and without farewells to the others.

She didn't hold anything against her mother, she knew the older goddess was simply worried. But, at the same time, her mother's actions the previous night bothered her beyond what she thought was possible.

The goddess of flowers had been by her herself less than thirty minutes. Why did she need constant supervision? She had been alive for centuries, her physical appearance had been of a young adult for so long, why did her mother sometimes still treat her like a child? Y/N knew her mother cared but it felt like too much at times.

"I know you meant well mother," she took a bite out of a strawberry. "I apologize for making you worry."

With another squeeze of her hand, the goddess of agriculture let go of her and both deities resumed eating in silence.

Once finished Y/N stood up to wash the plates, only to be stopped by her mother before she grabbed the dish. "I'll do it, you go on ahead," she stood from her seat and gave her daughter a peck on the forehead. "I love you, my flower."

"I love you too mother,"

~🌸~

After finishing his bath and putting on his clothes Namjoon quietly left his realm, spending a few minutes with Monie so that the three-headed hound wouldn't alert anyone of what the king was doing.

He just needed a few moments alone to gather his thoughts, his bath having managed into making his more lewd thoughts about the goddess of flowers more dominant.

The Lord of Riches had had his head leaned against the edge of the bathtub and his eyes closed, his mind replaying every single sinful thought that he had about the goddess while deep inside the nymph, so much so that once he felt his cock twitch Namjoon's hand moved to grip the organ.

At first, the strokes were lazy but as his brain conjured more erotic images of Kore, the faster his movements became, fisting his length like a mad man - images of the goddess on her knees with her lips around him; under him; on top of him; him taking her from behind; his face between her thighs as he ate her up like a man starved.

The god of the Dead stopped in his tracks and shook his head, if he kept focusing on these thoughts instead of getting rid of them, then it would just everything harder for him.

The king of the Underworld looked around his surroundings, he seemed to be in a meadow of sorts, the green blanket filled with all sorts of things, from plants and weeds to flowers and trees, with small creatures all over the place, from squirrels and rabbits to birds and bees.

If it weren't for all the animals and insects the Lord of Riches could almost fool himself into believing that he was in the Elysian Fields due to how peaceful and heavenly the meadow was.

He had missed this type of atmosphere from the Upperworld, more than he would possibly ever tell anyone, and while the Underworld had its fair share of vegetation, it still couldn't be compared to this one, comparing the plant life of his realm to the one from the mortal realm would be like comparing a hot breeze to a cold one.

Namjoon felt somewhat at peace, despite the goings-on in his mind.

But it wasn't long until for the tranquility to last much as the sound of excited squeals and laughter, women from the sounds of it, got louder the more he walked aimlessly, of which the god made a change to his path and moved to walk between the various trees, using them as cover as to not fright anyone.

As he got closer to the sound the Lord of Riches could start to make out the figure of the people making such a ruckus.

He stopped once he felt like he was close enough to see everything, the squeals seemed to be coming from a group of women, nymphs from the looks of it, a dozen or so of them, all sitting in a half circle, surrounding someone that the king of the Underworld couldn't see clearly from his position.

All the nymphs seemed to be engaged in whatever the figure in the middle was saying, no doubt gossip the god concluded.

As he was turning to take his leave two of the girls fell back onto the ground in fits of laughter, allowing him to see the person in the middle, and Namjoon could've sworn that his eyes bulged out so much that it almost felt like they would pop out of his skull.

There, in the middle of a bunch of nymphs, stood the one who's been haunting his every little thought for the past hours - Kore.

At the sight of the goddess the king stood in place as if paralyzed, needing to lay against the tree closest to him to stop himself from moving, if it was either to walk away or towards her Namjoon himself couldn't tell.

He took every inch of her: delicate hands; soft legs; flawless hair; gracious smile; starry eyes. All of her was perfect in his eyes, making his need to remain hidden that much harder.

The god of the Dead didn't know for how long he stood in that position, only being able to tell the passage of time by the position of the shadows. But if he had to be frank with himself, he didn't care much about it, as he watched the goddess pick flowers and laugh with the nymphs, he felt relaxed and at peace.

It had been so long since the Lord of Riches had had a break from his role, even if what he was doing wasn't proper.

The king wanted nothing more than to step out from his hiding place and talk to her, wanting to get to know the woman who haunted his every moment. But Namjoon wouldn't, for the fear that the goddess would be afraid of him.

He didn't need to be the smartest person on Earth to guess the type of things she had heard about him, not only that but, despite having no evidence to either prove him right or wrong, he knew Demeter had to be around the place as well.

The king of the Underworld highly doubted that the goddess of harvest would leave her daughter just under the nymphs' watchful eyes, he suspected that the older goddess wouldn't let anyone she didn't know or trusted anywhere near her daughter, especially, without a shadow of a doubt, if that anyone was the king of the dark and dreary realm.

While the god of the Dead and the goddess of agriculture have known each other for a long time and had a shared past, that didn't mean that they got along. In fact, Namjoon could guarantee with a hundred percent certainty that he could count on one hand the number of people he got along well with, the large majority were treated with indifference unless they did something that grounded on his nerves.

Not to mention the reputation he carried, surely contributing to what Demeter actually thought of him.

The Lord of Riches was pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of a snapping branch, the feet stepping closer to the soil he was in. At the sight of who the person was, Namjoon started to back away as slowly and quietly as he possibly could, all the while keeping his eyes on her.

He could only hope that the leaves from the trees that covered the sunny sky would be enough to help hide his presence, he didn't want the goddess of flowers to see him, not like this. Not when this was the second time he was creeping on the woman when he was supposed to be forgetting indecent thoughts about her.

When the goddess stopped so did the god, both mimicking each other's stance of having a hand laying on the trunk of the tree and being entirely focused on the object that stole their attention, something that was completely unbeknownst to her.

"Finally, some time to be alone," she released in a deep breath, cracking her neck from side to side. "Too bad it can't be for longer."

Kore spun around the tree, the very same one he had previously been standing next to, keeping her eyes on the green leaves that, although covered the entire sky, still let various rays of sunlight through, making the goddess look more divine in his eyes.

After some time, it could've been minutes or even hours but to the god none of that mattered, she stopped spinning and focused her sight on the foliage, her hand never leaving the trunk as Namjoon waited with bated breath for the goddess's next move.

Her hand slid down the stem until it reached its roots and closed her eyes, scrunching her eyebrows in concentration.

Not long after Kore opened her eyelids and smiled at the sight.

Namjoon however had been so entranced by the goddess beaming that it wasn't until he turned his vision towards the top of the tree that he understood the reason, on its branches magnolias of various colors started to bloom, each flower standing out against the leaves as if they were the brightest stars that filled the night sky.

His eyes widen in amazement, a smile forming on his lips just as wide, although having seen the goddess raise daisies from the ground the previous night, seeing her make flowers appear made his heart flutter, and the fact that it had been done on the tree he had been standing next to made his heart beat even more rapidly.

It almost felt like a sign in his eyes, a sign that the cosmos were not only affirming his sudden feelings towards her, but that, maybe, they were also reassuring him that the goddess of flowers would reciprocate them.

He shook his head at such thoughts and away from the scene. "These are all but delusions," the god whispered to himself.

It felt wrong to have such thoughts and feelings about someone he hadn't even talked to once, taking special consideration that he still had no idea who the bringer of death was and what importance they would play in his life. But it felt even worse to deny his emotions.

The king of the Underworld turned to look at Kore once more, finding her on the tip of her toes and struggling to catch the magnolias she had created, of which he gripped tightly on the tree he was next to, in order to stop himself from moving and help her.

After collecting enough flowers, of which to the god seemed enough to make three bouquets, the goddess left and returned to the nymphs, and as she left he saw the shadow of a shy smile on her lips.

Namjoon waited for a couple of minutes before stepping out from behind the tree and walking towards the now magnolia tree.

Being careful has to not be spotted the god of the Dead reached for the branches and carefully picked a dozen of the magnolias whose color reminded him of their creator, six whites and six pinks, and once he was done the king turned around to return to the Underworld, leaving the meadow as silently as he had arrived.

Once in his realm, the Lord of Riches did his best to hide the bouquet and to avoid engaging in conversation with anyone, taking extra precaution just on the off-chance that the daimon of non-violent death would be the one to find him.

As he passed through the palace halls on the way to his bedroom, a servant going the opposite direction stumbled upon him, bowing quickly at his king once his eyes fell on the god.

The king cursed under his breath before turning to face the servant, his expression blank but his eyes with a fiery burn in them. "Bring a vase of water to my room, preferably water from the Upperworld,"

He saw the eyes of the servant widen at his demand before turning from them to continue his path towards his bedroom.

"W-water? F-from the U-Upperworld? B-but my Lord -"

"Tell Cerberus I was the one that sent you and keep your mouth shut about this, especially to Thanatos," the king interrupted, turning to the servant and staring at them with a piercing gaze. "Do I make myself clear?"

The servant lower their shoulders in defeat and bowed to their king. "Y-yes my Lord,"

With that the god of the Dead walked a couple more steps before entering his room, shutting the door behind him a bit more forcefully than intended.

He released a deep breath, cracking his neck before carefully pulling the bouquet of magnolias out of its hiding spot and putting it, just as carefully, on top of his dresser, next to the crown made of daisies.

He kept his eyes on his flower collection as he walked backward until his legs hit the foot of the bed, causing him to sit on it.

The king had his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers intertwined with one another, his gaze intentionally on the flowers as his mind circled through the events that had occurred the past two days.

When the god had first stepped into the meadow his intention truly was to completely forget about the goddess, but now the situation had changed.

Now that he had found the general area where she spent a large portion of her time, he knew that he would visit the Upperworld more often, all just so he could have a glimpse of her in order to settle his thoughts.

Or at least, that was what the Lord of Riches was telling himself.

With a sigh Namjoon lowered his head, his fingers moving to grip at his hair, as the god felt himself slowly drifting into madness. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

#bts #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic

[ivoncu]

𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝘆 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗩𝗶𝗲𝘄. h. keito

⸻ WITH WINTER NOW BEHIND YOU, it isn't as cold as before outside, and with your new found interest in photography, you've decided to go out to take pictures outside per Keito's suggestion, but all of the sudden he wants to tag along too.

♯. ✶ ─ fluff, ooc, rushed in the end in a way, spring time love...

(n.) — i wrote this while being delusional so like be warned!!! yippe!!! and this might be shitty bc i wrote this with like my fucking heart not my head i dont wanns use my brain rn + i honestly dk if tjis fanfic mkes sense or not

The coldness of long winter days have finally died down as the sun rises again, melting away the coldness with it's warmth — and today signals the awaited spring has come again.

Since the outside world isn't going to be so cold anymore, you've decided to take your interest in photography outside per to Keito's suggestion; and today's the day!

It feels quite nice to finally be able to wear your normal clothes without needing layers of clothes anymore, and how happy you feel. You just need to remember to bring the essentials now... And your camera too.

Once you're ready, you finally walked to the door but your body somehow stopped you from twisting the doorknob like you wanted to, as if your body was telling you you're missing something important.

"You're going already?" A voice soon chimed in, although lazily in a way.

You sighed happily, shaking your head dismissively with slight happiness. Right. How could've you forgotten?

You turned your back to the door and smiled happily at him as you walked back into your apartment and gave him a quick peck on the cheeks.

"I'm just gonna go around and take some pictures of the cherry blossoms. I'll be quick!" You said, resting your hand happily on his shoulder before you nuzzled your head closer to his in a burst of affection.

"I know I was the one who suggested you to do so, but I was hoping you'll go out later in the day..." He mumbled, reciprocating your affection by rubbing his head to yours back lazily in an affectionate manner as he made his morning coffee.

"It's 9 am! It's not that early."

"But it's not everyday that I'd randomly get a day off like this either." He said, still tirelessly preparing to make his morning coffee, but with the way he phrases it, it sounds more like he wants to spend some time with you inside rather than outside.

"Then why didn't you sleep in until later in the afternoon?"

"... Force of habits, I supposed." He mumbled, a yawn managing to leave his mouth before he takes a sip of his newly brewed coffee.

You hummed, nodding at his statement as you gently intertwined your fingers with his as you patiently waited for him to finish the cup of coffee. Maybe he'll get his energy back and you can finally leave for a while.

Silence comes in thick between you two once again as you stood still, hands intertwined as you basked in each other's precense this early in the morning in a comfortable silence.

Not long after that, Keito stole a quick glance at you for a moment before smiling slightly and his hold around your hand tightens.

"Let me go out with you then." He said, putting the mug down onto the kitchen table now looking a bit kore energized than how he was a few moments ago.

You can never say no to this man.

* * *

Your hands subtle intertwined with one another as you cruised through the park while sparking conversations one after the another with him about which could be a perfect view to take pictures of.

He's an artist. He has... Drawn quite a lot of sceneries in his past in his spare time, so he suppose he knows a thing or two about them, alas you two weren't so lucky.

The park was already crowded with people by 9:34 am in the morning. People are really excited for spring somehow.

"No luck..." You mumbled with a loud sigh, clinging onto his arm tightly, fearing that you might get lost in the crowd in one way or another if you don't and being around by this many people only makes you even more anxious.

"I suppose it's expected since it's the beginning of spring and this place is best known if you want to see the cherry blossoms grow..." He sighs along, mindlessly walking through the trails while countless faces pass along you two. "Let's just try to find somewhere less crowded, okay?"

You hummed nonchalantly, now finally letting go of his arm and trailing behind him as you steal a glance or two around your scenery.

Despite how anxious you feel with the crowd, the cherry blossoms here are really blossoming quickly, making the scenery even more beautiful than usual — no wonder why this place is so crowded in the first place.

And the longer you were caught up in your own thoughts, the less people were to be seen walking pass along without you even noticing.

Suddenly, he had stopped on his tracks, shaking you off your thoughts instantly as you wondered why'd he stop in the first place before you looked in front of you — to the man you had fallen in love with, your eyes widening slightly as you see the soft smile forming up his lips as he looks up at the blossoming cherry blossoms with admiration of its beauty.

You two stayed there in silence for a while, but by god were you in love that man in front of you. His soft smile only reminds you on why you did.

He's... The perfect view. He's really perfect.

The reason why you're outside in the first place is because of him — or this moment, to be more exact.

You brought out your camera, quickly adjusting the lens until the perfect time finally hits.

The wind blew over gently, tussling with the cherry blossoms trees causing petals to fall down and be blown further closer to him. His hair tousled slightly by the wind, surprising him for a moment before he puts a hand over his hair, preventing his hair from moving too much as his gaze never left those trees even for a bit.

And finally, you clicked, the sound adverted his gaze to you and his eyes widen in shock when he sees the camera directed towards him without any prior notice either.

"Hold up, and who said you could take a picture of me without my consent?!" He asks, huffing angrily as his cheeks flushed red slightly — extremely flustered that he was caught in a moment like this.

"Keito..."

You trailed off, bringing your camera down as you looked at him with the biggest smile on your face.

"You're right. This place is pretty, but I think you're the prettiest view I've seen so far." You said in a sweet tone. Once again, you're truly in love with this man and the love in your eyes wasn't left unnoticed by him or the few passerbys around.

He covers his lower face with his hand, adverting his gaze away from you with a pout on his face it only grows redder at how intensely you were looking at him with that eyes of yours.

... But in a way, it makes him happy to even if he doesn't outright mean it.

"Hmph, flattery won't give you my forgiveness." He stated once more, before he finally looks back into your eyes.

His expression was soft, gentle and genuine with a glint of adoration in his eyes and his smile only further proves the point.

"I guess it really doesn't!" You laughed out happily, skipping towards him and intertwined your fingers around his once more.

"... But, I'm still glad. Hehe... I love you." You giggled, blushing again as you happily rubbed the side of your head towards his.

"So do I." He hummed, reciprocating your affection once more as his grip around your hand tightens firmly, and once again you two walked through the park mindlessly without a care in the world — nothing else matters now, it shall only be about you two for the rest of the day.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #keito hasumi x reader #esworks

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

Calm Before the Storm: Simple Delivery

Collab. write with @sorrel-haven [ also credit to sorrel-haven for gpose shot ^^]

Characters:

Kore Grimvik [featured] (sorrel-haven)

Lament Sorrel [mentioned] (sorrel-haven)

Mina [mentioned] (sorrel-haven)

Tofu Curry [mentioned] (@ro-valerius)

Miyu Murasame

Miyu gets bamboozled into going to talk to Kore by Lament's request to deliver a letter. They come to an understanding after the events of their last conversation and reconcile.

Just a simple delivery, that's all. No talking about their embarrassing decisions the night they drank a little too much at the festival – none of that. Lament had given Miyu a letter to pass on to Kore from Mina, and all Miyu intended to do was pass it on… under the door. The moment they got home, they went right to Kore’s door and started to slide the letter through the gap under the door. 

It was that moment Kore opened the door to her room. They both stared at each other in stunned silence, unprepared to face one another so soon. The awkward air lasted a moment too long.

“I’m sorry!” They both shouted at the same time. “Wait you’re sorry? No no, I’m sorry.”

Kore pressed a finger to Miyu’s lips. 

“Would you stop saying the same thing as me?” Kore huffed.

The anxious tension in Miyu’s face melted away, an amused snort sounding from the Miqo’te as giggles bubbled out of them. Kore couldn’t help herself and joined in with the infectious giggles.

“S-” they cut themself off, flashing a cheeky little grin. “You aren’t supposed to see me until after you touch the poisoned letter. Ruined my dramatic reveal.” 

Miyu gave a wink to convey that they were only joking as they handed her the letter, which had never quite left their fingertips. She accepted it and started to open it.

“Mina has a letter for you. It was supposed to be Lament delivering it, but… he seemed a bit caught up in something,” Miyu explained, their delivery coming up dry near the end.  

Kore looked up from the letter and gave Miyu a questioning look. “What do you mean by “caught up?”” 

“Shenanigans, is my bet,” Miyu said as they casually entered the room, casting a look over their shoulder at Kore to indicate it was indeed not a hallway conversation. “I can’t blame him, really. I’d do the same thing, for a bite of messy entertainment.”

Really, Lament likely had other things to do, they believed. However, Miyu was a petty little bastard. But it was all in good fun, for the most part. 

Miyu pulled up a chair and sat themself in it, putting their feet up as they squatted on it. They crossed their arms across their knees and propped their chin on their arms as they kept their gaze pointed towards Kore. 

“He knows that I know, you know?” Stone cold sober, yet Miyu still couldn’t give a clear explanation on things. 

“And that little shit didn’t warn me…” she muttered as she closed the door. She leaned against the door and looked at Miyu. “So they gave you a hard time then?”

“Nope! And she seemed quite keen on tossing Tofu biscuits of the manner of your affections to him,” Miyu continued, with a simultaneous mix of a pained and amused grin. “Coming from one person with siblings to another, I’d be smacking him across the head right about now. But, he isn’t my own sibling so… up to you on what to do with that one.” 

“I’ll tie his ears in a knot…” Kore grumbled.

Miyu chuckled and leaned back where they sat, but stopped doing so as the chair began to tilt back. They sucked in a breath and steadied themself again before they could fall back and knock their head on something. 

“Though, not just your own affections floating about, it seems. Apparently…” they trailed off, pausing to count on one hand. “...four of us, total? My! This is as endearing as it is painful.” Miyu snorted again. Uncomfortable as the conversation topic may be, they were glad to be able to speak about it openly with Kore. 

“Wait… four??” She counts her own fingers, “who’s the fourth?” 

“Doesn’t matter! They are irrelevant to me,” Miyu gave a shrug, along with a sheepish grin. “Only person I cared about hurting was you.”

Kore burst out laughing, this was getting more comedic the more she thought about it. She was almost able to forget the other night. It was just so easy to talk to Miyu. She smiled at them after she recovered from her laughing fit. They really were…

“You really are my best friend.” She gave voice to her inside thought.

Their expression softened at Kore’s last remark. They stood from the chair, approaching Kore to take her hand again. 

“You’re my best friend, too.” They gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “What… happened that night — I… really wish it didn’t turn out like that. I want you to know that nothing has changed, at least for me.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten jealous like that…” She looked down at her hand in theirs.

Miyu gave a shake of their head. “No, you had a right to be. I… do it too.” Miyu gave an embarrassed smile. “I guess it's why I started giving Lament a hard time, too.” 

Kore raised an eyebrow with a smile. “How did you give Lament a hard time?”

“Juuust a little bit of the silent treatment. And I guess I got a tiny bit snappy.” They laughed, with much more ease as their anxiety melted away. Miyu lightly swung their clasped hands back and forward as they talked. “I almost wanted to slap them when they warned me about missing something while I wait for what’s to come of this… situation.” 

A moment of deep reflection crossed Miyu’s features, a distance in their eyes, though their gentle smile never flickered. 

“But… maybe it was something I needed to hear from Lament. I will come to accept whatever happens from all this, however long it takes. If it takes more than three years to chase my heart, I’ll risk missing something. I wasted my heart for more than three years keeping it locked up in some awful place it shouldn’t have been. I won't regret what I do from here.”

Miyu pulled Kore in for an embrace, face buried into their neck. 

“Whatever the outcome is, I just hope you’ll still be in my life.” 

Kore wrapped her arms around Miyu in turn and rested her cheek on their head. She squeezed them lightly in reassurance. 

“Oh Miyu, my little Rainbow. If I were not in your life it would be because I am dead. And even then, I might just haunt you,” she said. It was really hard to tell if that was a joke, or not.

A puff of air escaped Miyu’s nose before they erupted into giggles. 

“Yeah? You better. If you didn’t haunt me, I’d summon your spirit just to chew you out,” they laughed, voice muffled somewhat by the hug. 

#ffxiv ocs #ffxiv viera #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv rp #ffxiv miyu #drabble #arc: calm before the storm

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Playful and Crazy

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I've decided to just write something in the spirit of love. What better way to show myself love than with some sugary sweet self-indulgence with my OTP? I just let things flow wherever it took me with Alice and Jack loving on each other, without really fretting about any bigger purpose, polishing, or any real beginning or end.

No real warnings apply, just some sweet making out and silliness from a clown who has an appreciation for television and a ray of sunshine who drives him crazy. Who doesn't love to reference a good sitcom that they grew up with when the mood is right?

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you all have a wonderful one and that you enjoy my story. Love you all and, as always, thanks for reading and sending me sweet comments!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

...

Alice ran her fingers through his blue hair. It felt soft and silky, not at all stiff like a wig or as if it was dyed. Jack let out a low, pleased rumble at the back of his throat as he leaned into her touch. His expression was one of pure contentment as his eyes drifted closed. His adorable dreamy smile seized her heart in a gentle squeeze.

“Alice,” Jack sighed. He shifted as Alice brought her fingers back to his forehead, nuzzling into her arm before pressing his lips to her wrist. “My sunshine…”

Alice shivered at the way his voice and warm breath caressed her skin. “Jack…,” she said softly as he planted another kiss there, then another. Slowly he worked his way down his arm, planting countless playful pecks that tickled and warmed her all at once.

“Cara mia,” Jack said with a playful note to his voice, his eyes dancing as he met her gaze.

Alice tried not to laugh, but it escaped her anyway in a snort. Of course this television clown would make a TV show reference. “You’re so cheesy,” she teased before breaking off into giggles as he peppered her with intentionally ticklish kisses.

“Querida mia,” Jack cooed in a poor Italian accent. His movements became a bit more exaggerated with every kiss, making the reference even more intentional, but each kiss carried his sincere love for her.

Alice giggled as she watched her silly clown perform, using her arm as a prop. “Do you even know what that means?”

“No,” Jack admitted playfully between kisses. “But I do know that it means you’re the only one for me, sunshine.”

Alice felt a flush of warmth that brought a rosy hue to her cheeks. “You’re the only one for me too, mi amor.”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and he flashed a wide smile. “Sunshine, that’s French!” He practically attacked her arm with kisses. “You know it drives me crazy when you speak French.”

Alice fought not to laugh at his silly antics, giving him a smile that barely managed to hold onto its wry hook. “A-actually that’s Spanish.”

Jack paused for a moment, as if caught off guard or contemplating, before he went back to kissing her arm. “Alice, that’s Spanish! You know it drives me crazy when you speak Spanish.”

Alice couldn’t hold back her laughter that time, and every kiss only made her cackle even more.

It was only when Jack worked his way up to her shoulder and his lips found her neck that Alice started to go breathless for a different reason. Silly pecks slowly started to linger, his mouth gently sucking on her skin with every kiss that blazed a trail upward along the hollow of her throat. Gently, he raked his teeth along her skin before nibbling on a particularly sensitive part, eliciting a gasp that turned into an adorable almost mewling sound.

“God…,” Jack murmured against her neck, and Alice could feel his smile against her skin. “It drives me crazy when you make those noises for me, sunshine.” He leaned back just enough to see her flushed face, those plump pink lips that beckoned for his. “You drive me crazy… so, so crazy…”

Alice didn’t get a chance to respond before Jack claimed her lips with his. She moaned what would have been his name if his tongue didn’t slide into her mouth to twine with hers, making words impossible. She gave up on any sort of witty retort and savored the kiss instead, wrapping her arms around her lover’s neck to draw him closer.

It was only when both of them were left breathless and gasping desperately for air that they parted, mouths wet and connected for a moment more after that. Jack admired the haze of love and desire that clouded her bright blue eyes, taking pride in knowing that he was the cause of it. He was the reason she was so worked up. He was the only one she looked at that way, the only one who she would ever look at this way.

A part of Jack wanted to show off, to brag to the world that only he was worthy of Alice. He was the only one who could drive her wild and make her weak with need. Another part of him was greedy like a dragon with its hoard, wanting to lock her away in their own little world where no one could take her from him. Nothing would take his sunshine away from him. He’d never allow it.

It scared him sometimes how badly he needed her.

“I can’t help it,” Jack said softly, more to himself than her. “I can’t help but be crazy for you, Alice. I love you so much… I need you.”

His answer was a kiss, as Alice pulled him back to her. Jack melted into her lips, moaning as she took the initiative to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue along his intimately. She twined her fingers through his hair, tracing hearts along his scalp and making him shiver as the kiss ended.

“I love you too, Jack,” Alice said breathlessly. She placed a kiss on his painted nose before giving him a crooked smile. “You’ve made my life crazy, you silly clown, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jack chuckled as Alice teasingly poked her tongue out at him before he captured it with his lips, leading them into another deep, wet kiss. He pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her body against his, how her delicate fingers toyed with his hair and scalp.

“Good,” Jack said once they caught their breath again. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Alice said as she playfully, but gently, tugged on his hair for emphasis.

Jack shivered at the feeling and his smile took on a hungry edge to it, like a predator salivating over his prey. “You can hold onto me as tight as you want,” he practically purred before his voice turned teasing. “You can pull on my hair as hard as you like too. I don’t mind, you know~!”

Alice blushed harder at his suggestion and sputtered for a moment before she recovered. “You really are a crazy clown,” she said with a soft chuckle, before giving his  hair a slightly firmer tug. “Just… let me know if it’s too hard.” Her smile faded just a little. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Jack said. His voice was soft but full of conviction so strong that Alice couldn’t help but believe it too. “Don’t worry… I’m tougher than I look, you know. Besides, I’d enjoy it if you played a little rough with me sometimes.” He added a playful wink to lighten the mood. “I love how gentle you are with me, Alice, but I’d love to drive you just as crazy as you make me. I want you to lose control with me, go wild for me, want me, need me, until you can’t think about anything else but me… how much you love me and I love you.”

Alice let out a quiet chuckle at that. “Trust me, there’s no one else who makes me wild like you, starlight.” She punctuated her words by nipping at his lower lip before drawing back. “I’m crazy for you, Jack. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Alice,” Jack sighed happily before he closed the distance between them in another kiss. He smiled against her lips as he felt her give his hair another, much more firm tug. He moaned her name in approval before drinking deeply of that sweet mouth that always knew the right words to say to fill his heart with love.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing

[icarian-angel]

❤️‍🔥 WELCOME TO THE ANGELIC ISLES ❤️‍🔥

THIS IS INTRO IS OUT OF DATE ‼️‼️ DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING ON HERE AS THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH I HAVE NOT UPDATED THIS IN MONTHS

My name is Icarus, Kore, or Oz :)

Formerly thecrowboyenters

He/she (or funky pronoun time)

Gay, ace-flux, and Experiencer of Alterous Attraction

I am Very Very Queer and Very Very Cringe and if you have a problem with this you can Bite Me

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MCYT (specifically hermitcraft, empires, trafficlife, and a little bit of dsmp) (fuck dream actually though btw)

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Ever After High and Monster High I have so many opinions and I cried when EAH got cancelled

the School For Good And Evil!!! The movie destroyed my soul though don't watch it it sucks

Strawberry Shortcake (mostly the 2003 franchise but really anything)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer and yes I named myself after Oz from that and no that's not cringe I'm so normal and cool and normal an

the Raven Cycle ajskekdjkl I love it sm aaaaaaah

I'm listening to the Magnus Archives and it's so good but I'm only on season two so no spoilers please :(

And also so very many others that I'm too tired to list sorry

I also like doing diy stuff :D especially sewing and things like that

Ask me about my OCs please I love them

Auri and their kids from my minecraft rp ( @auri-talks is my "diary" rp blog for her)

Ray! (Also from said rp)

Beau, Tommy, and Arlo from Ghosts WIP

Noah, Zilli, and Olivia from Flood WIP

My unnamed tv head oc who I enjoy :)

And The Traveller (who will frequently appear here)

LOOK AT MY FRIENDS @/froststorm131 @/oceansanomaly @/nicohedino @/jup1tersparx GO FOLLOW THEM THEY'RE SO COOL AND AWESOME AND GREAT

Important images!!

#1ntro

[rottingsparrow]

Part 4! Of rereading Lore Olympus. Ep 31-40

Gotta be real I keep forgetting to post these even tho I'm reading them but it's fine. Obviously I won't finish before the end of the 2 week break (this Saturday) but after this I may start reviewing episodes as they come out, who knows. Last part:

Ep 31

Theres so many other reasons you shouldnt work together but ok

Also shes literally so smart right like thats canon

Artemis is cool hera,,,sometimes

Which two sons i wish i knew the lo family tree as opposed to the real one yknow

How do heras powers work she felt her pain but doesnt know who??

I would kill for a comprehensive list of family tree and powers, dont even have to spoil powers just please i get so confused

Ep 32

Train ur fuckin dogs hades i think ive said that before

He changed skin color again but like not just light vs dark thats a whole diff shade of blue

Hehe threaten low class workers so cute and quirky hades

Why is uh psyche/whatever her nymph name is wearing more traditional clothes while not in the mortal realm

Love the dog

Hades has a point, even tho it makes no sense for him to have said that

Ok also point out in the like future episode he wants persephone to call him Aidoneus but doesnt like when others do it why

Thats my same thing with him calling her Kore like i know in the future its like explained or whatever but idk

Aphrodite has a point it was a favor in a way

A dumb way but yknow

I remember everyone losing it over the “im only interested in the dead ones” panel but looking at it its so lame LMAO changed his entire face shape for a panel

Ep 33

HECATE HECATE WOOOO

Im but a simple man

Hades texts like an old man i know he is one but

Also i am dying to know how his business works including as the god of the underworld like. Give me something

Then again, maybe i am a lil dumb when it comes to this

I always thought he was giving the little elevator friend a sugarcube lmao

I like how minthes ears react to her emotions

Stop fighting at work omg this would be the worst place to work at

“Hey can u do ur job”

Ep 34

Why this subplot ugh

The crown floats yet is sideways after she hits him

Also haha hitting

Also their relationship does confuse me just a tad bit yknow

All the clues were there hades you dumbass

“Cancel all my meetings” DO YOUR JOB

“This doesnt affect you in the same way” cause hes a man or a king or both but also kings seemed to get treated the same by their subjects until they are dicks and excute their power

From what ive seen

Then again we havent seen poseidon do that but that brings me to the point of I wanna see poseidon realm

thats . so creepy hades ew

“Smth must be done about this” like fair legal action right?....right?

Who reads newspapers these days anyways wait a second

Ep 35

See the laptop having news makes more sense like sure we make newspapers but ppl dont use em as often

“Biochemistry Theory” fun fact I switched majors to specifically avoid taking chemistry

What are they typing he just started speaking

What type of nymph is thetis bc i know minthe is a river nymph but thetis has fancy ears

They are so mean to each other lmao

The financial situation and the fact that they both are like sleeping with the kings confuse me why do both of them do it.

Like retrospectively i understand it but when i first read it i was like “are nymphs supposed to be like hookers??” so i was lost for a bit

“Hades micromanages computer usage” oh what a shit boss

Also the meal ticket she has a job sure hades gave it to her but

Idk maybe im slow

What an awful way to do a heart shape i just tried it wtf

“Crying is for wives” damn

Yes body issues that dont get brought up again right? Like she all of a sudden gets bigger boobs and i dont think hades pays ppl enough for cosmetic surgery

You guys know this is a work setting

Has rachel ever had a job bc this feels like a comical trope seen on tv the workplace drama yknow

LMAO IN THE LAST PANEL RACHEL FORGOT TO GIVE HER NYMPH EARS

Like fully normal ears i know its a mistake but its funny

Ep 36

“Not my circus not my monkeys” queen

Hades is it not your circus how dont involve hecate in this

“Stop starin at me with them big ol eyes”

Oof that does not look good on you, i mean why didnt you give her the coat

“I thought you didnt get jealous” ok she may have said that but literally everything about her contradicts that

And i love this part bc he doesnt call her crazy and they talk, i mean he hides some of the truth which like fuck him, and then they try to talk about the party and

Ugh i know minthe is supposed to be an antagonist but rachel does this weird thing where she tries to flesh her out, then realizes it would be an easy set up for a redemption arc and screws her over again

I know the ppl in the mortal realm are generally frightened of hades but why are ppl in olympus

“I wouldnt expect anything less from a goddess” so we are going to bring in the racism/speciesism that occurs in this story right

Its the middle of the day isnt he supposed to be in the mortal realm moving the sun or some shit

Ep 37

“Last night” Rachel its ok to space things out sweetie

Ok ok so one thing i hate about her characterization of apollo is he goes from being delusional to knowing what he did was at least slightly wrong and i hate both are fine stories but pick one he either is so infatuated with persephone that he thinks that they had a great time or he wants her for her power

And! A transition from one to the other would be fine, but she goes back in forth in his characterization

Little red vines look cool

Hehe cerberus

How did he escape tho

I love that dog

Ep 38

Oh its the greenhouse again

But this time it represents the evil feeling?

Idk but i like eye symbolism im lame lol

Why was she sleeping in the chair

When did she get those clothes i dunno if eros would buy her business casual

Artemis really sees all the signs and then goes “meh”

Like points out the possible crush on persephone just connect the dots they are so close

Why is there not more than one door

Why is no one getting off

How does rachel think train stops work

Ep 39

Also not thatanos with an undercut lmao

Ope its thanatos i mixed it up

Also minthe you just actively arent doing a good job like lmao how are you not getting fired

Hades smoking a cigar is so old and gross tbh

What an awful boss

That man has a point dont stand infront of the door

She gave her a little flower nice

Minthe i know ur being spiteful, weird bc hades explained shes just the daughter of a friend( i know its a lie but still) but just do your job

“It says restricted access but that lady says it was fine” i would just wait until someone came out theres no reason to go inside

Ep 40

Why would they not have a lock on this place actually

Why wouldnt she just leave the way she came

When did hades put on his glasses

How is it hades fault what

So many questions yknow for such a short episode

Also does this place not have security cameras in places that are tartarus

#anti lore olympus #lore olympus #my opinion #random thoughts #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[twstchaos]

Original Character: The Goddess

Introducing: The Goddess!!!

Technical Information

Name: Kore Meraki (Κóρε Μεράκι)

Japanese: コレ・メラカイ

Romaji: Kore Merakai

Nickname(s): Betta* (Floyd), Mademoiselle Bosseuse (Rook)

*Floyd has to specify which “Betta” he is talking to using scientific names: Betta splendens (Vil) or Betta persephone (Kore).

Warning: Contains chapter six spoilers

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Pronoun: She/Her

Age: 18

Birthday: March 20

Starsign: Pisces

Height: 180cm

Eye Color: Purple

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Homeland: Kingdom of Heroes/Island of Woe

Family: Ourios Meraki (Father), Demetria (Mother), Teleia Meraki (Step-Mother), Khalkeus Argos (Half-Brother), Ergane Meraki (Half-Sister), Enyalius Argos (Half-Brother), Cythereia Drepanum (Sister-in-Law), Cynthia Aigletou (Half-Sister), Phoebus Aigletes (Half-Brother), Poimandres Pleiades (Half-Brother), Lysius Meraki (Half-Brother)

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Professional Status

Dorm: Ignihyde

School Year: Third

Class: 3-B (No. 13)

Occupation: Student, Aide to the Heir of the Shroud Household

Club: Board Game Club

Best Subject: Classical Literature and Classics in Art

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Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Gyro

Least Favorite Food: Olive

Dislikes: Running errands for Idia

Hobby: Tabletop Roleplay Games

Talents: Instantly finding whatever dice she is looking for in her dice sack

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Appearance:

Kore has long dark brown hair tied back into a high ponytail, leaving some longer strands of her bangs to neatly frame her face. Before moving to the Island of Woe, she had an olive complexion, but years of living with the Shrouds faded her skin tone which make her freckles and eyebags more noticeable. Her eyes are purple in color. Kore sports a permanent pout from having to do all of the heavy lifting for Idia.

Kore dons the standard Night Raven Academy female uniform, which consists of the black blazer on top of the blue, gold-lined vest designated for students of Ignihyde, and a short black skirt, all without the black and white tie. She ties the Ignihyde armband around her hip. In the dormitory, Kore wears a dark navy blue deep v-neck tank top with the standard bright blue half-vest over her right shoulder and across her torso, navy-blue pants, and black and blue boots. She either drapes the jacket over her shoulders or ties it around her waist.

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Personality:

Kore is a very snarky individual, spending years around Idia would do that to a person. Somehow his introvertedness did not rub off on her, helping Ortho drag the Ignihyde dorm leader out of his room. Where Idia is not, Kore will be, running errands for him and generally doing the hard work. Despite her hatred towards doing everything for him, Kore and Idia do get along well, but him making up by buying her dice and gyros does make Kore a tiny bit willing to do it. Speaking of dice, she is the textbook definition of a dice goblin, always showing up to the Board Game Club with a new set of dice. Kore is one of the more competitive members of the Board Game Club, either dishing out challenges or readily accepting them from others.  

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Background:

(Chapter Six Spoilers)

The Merakis are a prominent family in the Kingdom of Heroes and one of the head families of the Jupiter Conglomerate. The patriarch of the household, Ourios Meraki, sired eight children; the youngest of which is Kore with his ex, Demetria. Her parents split when she was an infant, resulting in her spending her time between the Meraki household in the Kingdom of Heroes and Demetria’s in the Shaftlands.

Growing up, due to business relations, the Merakis and Shrouds had a decent connection with each other. Thus, Kore and Idia were somewhat close as children. However, at the young age of ten, the two would become inseparable. Disaster struck the Shroud family, and as the youngest of eight with zero possibility of ever becoming the head of the Merakis, Ourios handed custody of Kore over to the Shrouds as a companion to their grief-stricken child. She was forced to leave her brothers and sisters behind and live in the Island of Woe.

Kore was there by Idia’s side through all of the failed test runs, supporting his attempt at creating life. She held him as he broke down, and he held her when she missed her siblings too much.

Four years after Idia successfully brought Ortho to life, they both received their letters of admission to Night Raven College. Together with Ortho, Kore and Idia attended the prestigious school and were both placed into Ignihyde. In the crowd stood a certain student of Ignihyde about to embark on his journey as an interning fourth year: Poimandres Pleiades, the youngest son of Ourios Meraki and the older half-brother of Kore. Upon their arrival into the dormitory, Poimandres took it upon himself to welcome his baby sister whom he had not seen in six whole years with open arms. After their reunion at the school, Kore was finally able to reestablish her bond with her older siblings, starting with Poimandres.

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Abilities and Unique Magic:

Because of her experience and enjoyment with tabletop roleplay games, Kore is very adept and quick with improvisation and thinking on her feet.

Kore’s Unique Magic is called “Restoration”. Restoration is a purely support-based power, which allows Kore to negate and remove any and all effects from an individual target. Additionally, she can act as a conduit for blot accumulation by siphoning blot from whomever she is in physical contact with and must keep holding on to the person to take in blot. Kore can also redirect the accumulated blot into another target.

Incantation: “Take a rest. Debuff negation. Heal upon my word. Restoration.”

--

She is twisted from Persephone from Greek Mythology 

and Megara from Disney’s Hercules.

More information will come out in the future~

#kore meraki #the goddess #ignihyde #idia shroud #ortho shroud #poimandres pleiades #poimandres belong to twstwhisper #with some major universe divergences from her original post #persephone #meg hercules #twst oc #twisted-ocs #twst spoilers #ch6 spoilers #twst book 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland #disney twst

[droids-in-disguise]

Now that season 2 of Picard has had time to marinate in my brain I have begun to realize how much I didn’t like it.

(This post is all spoilers, you've been warned).

There were moments and scenes I really enjoyed (see: Raffi and Seven working together, Q's final send-off, Picard dealing with his childhood trauma and learning the importance of not living in the past…) but I think the season as a whole was less than the sum of its parts.

This post does a really good job of explaining a lot of the issues I have in regards to how the characters were treated, especially Rios, so I won’t go too much into detail about that particular problem, but there are some things I want to add.

Season 1 and 2 feel like they have basically nothing to do with one another. I honestly don't have a super great memory of what went on in season 1, so it's a bit of a red flag that at no point in season 2 did I feel the need to look up something that had happened in season 1. It's one thing to have season long story-arcs, but they should still tie into the greater story that the show as a whole is trying to tell. Look at Discovery, season 1 is about the Klingon-Federation war and season 2 is about the Red Angel but they still fundamentally feel like the same show and things that happen in season 1 have consequences for season 2. I firmly believe you could watch season 2 of Picard without seeing the 1st season and have the exact same viewing experience as someone like me who has seen the first season.

Soji, Laris, and Elnor are entirely sidelined as characters after the first couple of episodes and it's made especially jarring by the fact that Soji and Laris's actors are still in the show they are just given entirely new characters to play (????).

I know I said I wasn't gonna talk a lot about Rios (really, go read the post I linked) but the dude literally gets detained and almost deported by ICE and the writers decide that the ending that makes sense for his character is for him to stay in the 21st century where he gets racially targeted and knows nobody aside from one woman and her child, instead of returning to the 24th century with the found family he already has. And then we hear from Guinan he eventually dies in a bar fight???? And you can't tell me that the rest of the crew would be so ok with him staying behind, Raffi especially. For all the ways Raffi cares about Elnor, Picard, Agnes, and Seven are you really going to tell me that she's ok with Rios dooming himself to live in a hell century that they all KNOW is going to be shit because they're from the future. If I was Santiago Cabrera I would be pissed.

Also, Picard's whole journey being about not living in the past only for Rios to do EXACTLY that? You've got to be kidding me.

The side plot with Dr. Soong and Kore, what was even the point of that and am I alone in not giving two shits about it? I get there needed to be some antagonistic force threatening the future, but Q was already there, use him!

I honestly don't have high hopes for season 3 especially now that it's been announced that the Next Generation cast are returning. Could the writers truly not figure out anything to do with the new characters that there was such a need to bring back characters who already had 7 seasons and multiple movies worth of content? Like, don't get me wrong, I love Next Gen, but I don't want a rehash of it, if I wanted to watch Next Gen I would just go watch Next Gen, not season 3 of Picard. I want to have more adventures with Raffi, Elnor, Rios, and Agnes but clearly that is never going to happen.

#picard spoilers #star trek picard

[r0yalgrimm-artz]

🥀Miyu Anastas Headcanons🥀

....so-

I didn't actually think I'd end up doing all of them I just was planning on doing Kore and Cytherea but I have so many ideas my brain is FIZZING. So looks like I'm gonna torture myself and do everyone of those fuckers. Kill me. I don't think there's any trigger warnings for this one but I guess there is a mention of a toxic/slightly abusive relationship. That's about it??

Okay now here's my sweet gal Miyu:

- Went to Duel Academy in hopes of being a dueling teacher, plus being a fresh new chapter in her life as she wanted to explore more outside of her hometown.

- She actually knows Syrus, been penpals/online friends since they were a little younger which...yeah. It's kinda why she wanted to go to Duel Academy, not only to go there because it was apparently such a great dueling school, but to also see her friend Syrus finally.

[CUT TO BREAK UP TEXT]

- Miyu is known as being quite reserved and calm upon first introduction, but when you start really getting to know her, she is the most chattiest friendliest person you'll ever meet. Like- Woman will talk to you for hours, but unlike Kore, she knows when to stop talking or when it becomes too much.

- Very extroverted. Somehow has like several friend groups in Duel Academy (her main besties being Kore, Hanae and Jaden. Plus Syrus.) Due to her extroverted behaviour and friendly attitude, she draws more people in. Even her gaze and tone of voice is soft you feel so drawn in.

- Is...surprisingly kinda the more reasonable and normal one. Honestly questions a lot of things but by season four is like "Okay you know what, if there's anything that's impossible to happen, it is most likely possible to happen at Duel Academy".

- Miyu is more level headed, while trying to keep her emotions out of situations, she tries to think logically about things that could be the best course of action.

- When in a dangerous situation, Miyu is the more calm and rational person surprisingly, she keeps a level headed attitude and tries to evacuate people to safety or handle the situation herself with calm and ease.

- Miyu comes from a big family. Being the eldest child out of five children. Growing up, Miyu definitely had to help out her parents a lot, thus having to help look after all four of her siblings growing up. Whether it was to take care of them for a couple of hours, feed them meals, drop them off to school, help with homework, she got it covered. Due to her father working two jobs at the time and her mother working to also make ends meet. Also even going so far as to help take care of her grandparents too in their very elderly age.

- Miyu has learned a lot from her parents, in terms of manners, cleaning, cooking, sewing, how to fix a car engine, replace a tire, fix stuff around the home, you name it. Even fishing. Miyu brings all of her skills to the table whenever her friends ask her for help.

- Massively enjoys baking and cooking, acts as a form of stress relief almost. She likes to test and expand on her cooking and baking skills. Even going so far to constantly make new things.

- Due to having to help her parents a lot and constantly helping to take care of her siblings, Miyu tends to...act more like an adult despite her age. Unfortunately there are times she acts like a worried mother when in reality she is just still a kid. A kid herself who had to grow up earlier than others. Doesn't mean that she's incapable of doing regular things like a teenager, just with how she talks and acts, she sometimes forgets she's still very young herself and needs to enjoy life more.

- Acts like the older sister of the group. Obviously. Probably a lot of them go to Miyu for advice due to her being more level headed and a bit more mature than them. Plus having a bit more experience in some situations.

- Has worked in a butcher shop before along with her dad at the age of 12 to 15. Mostly worked at front but her dad soon taught her how to handle butchering meat correctly. So she's not really afraid to get her hands dirty.

- While she enjoys baking and cooking, she does actually surprisingly work out quite a lot. Mainly doing a lot of kick boxing, and regular boxing sometimes. She has got Kore into kick boxing as well, seeing as how Kore admires Miyu's strength quite a lot. Plus Miyu sometimes even does quite a bit of weight lifting.

- Plants. This woman, has a lot of plants in her dorm. She loves plants. Takes massively care of them.

- Is Ukrainian. Has tried to learn as much English and Japanese as possible during the short period of time she had when going to Duel Academy. Not the smartest move to start learning like few months before trying to get into Duel Academy but...she managed.

- Is definitely the friend that people tend to go to most for comfort. To rely on, to tell secrets and personal problems with, she is all ears and will help you as much as she can. She'll help to try shoulder your burden as much as she can. Kore and Hanae always tend to go to Miyu to talk to her about their problems as Miyu has no problem listening to their problems. It took the girl's months to realise that...Miyu has never told them about her problems. Her burdens, nor any of her issues. Miyu seems to always have such a smile and calm attitude, always being kind and showing her gentle and soft tone, yet they don't know how much she's possibly holding back or hiding from them.

- Miyu has an ex boyfriend...did date him through half of season one or majority of it...was toxic as fuck. Miyu's mental health took a slight toll but tried to bring herself back up from it. Didn't help that her ex tried to spread false rumours about her. Luckily a certain mean girl (cough Cytherea) managed to turn that situation on its head and end up ruining his reputation instead.

- Constantly has a very busy schedule. It's very hectic. How does she manage to handle everything?? No idea. Is she okay? Nobody knows despite her seeming fine. Yet she somehow manages to make time for her friends.

- Probably close to severe burn out and collapsing. Please someone get this woman to sleep, she's burning the candle at both ends. Needs a long rest.

- Admittedly (don't mean to sound bold or cheeky claiming this), Miyu is an attractive girl. Yes, she gets hounded by guys at Duel Academy being asked out. Yes she's seen the kind of guys that also hound Alexis and asking her out. Miyu purposely keeps a low profile and keeps to herself as a result. She does not want the same shit happening to her. She's in slifer red so she assumes she's fine. Yes she also rejects majority of the guys who asked her out. Some of them keep being persistent? Haha- Punches them in the throat. No mercy.

- Had a big big big big big big big squish (crush) on Bastion Misawa during season 1 & 2. Unfortunately, Miyu never admitted these feelings to Bastion as he only ever saw her as a sibling figure and a good friend. Miyu of course realised he's more into Tania, thus slowly pushed those feelings back. She values his friendship more though, plus doesn't want to ruin anything with him. Luckily after they graduate they managed to keep in contact and act more like very close besties in the near future, so it works out. Miyu just massively is into smart guys...probably talking about nerdy shit and she'll admittedly listen for hours and swoon.

- This leads to the next point - While Miyu is a chatty person, I think realistically Miyu likes to listen to her friends talk more because she adores how enthusiastic and excited they look when talking about their interests. Miyu feels as if she's a boring person, so she tends to keep a lot about her interests to herself and just prefers to listen.

- Despite Miyu sometimes getting herself into messy and hands on work, not being afraid to get her elbows dirty, Miyu still likes to do her makeup, style her hair, dress nicely and do a skin care routine. Miyu is more relaxed with her skin care routine than Cytherea.

- Was supposed to be in Ra Yellow pushing towards being in Obelisk blue...Miyu purposely botched her written exams in order for her to keep a low profile. Not many people know why, but it's assumed that Miyu had bad experiences with her peers and originally used to be a bit popular in her old school due to her natural charm, wit and outgoing personality, but rumours spread about Miyu and as a result Miyu just wanted to start fresh and be able to live casually.

- Wishes to get a pet badly. But of course couldn't afford it. So usually spoils Pharoh the cat. Even in season three when Jim arrives, Miyu was quite blown away by his entrance (girlie was impressed by this man...and his sheer strength that he managed to carry a huge fuck off crocodile), and immediately took a liking to Karen (I'm still pissed that the dub named her Shirley and not Karen we were fucking robbed), and since then she also spoils Karen quite a lot. Gives her little scritches, food, even sometimes just casually small talks with Karen. Karen immediately took a liking to Miyu. Has even tried getting on Miyu's back for Miyu to also carry her. Jim has tried to stop Karen from doing that from risking crushing Miyu. Honestly Miyu is more than happy to try and carry Karen.

- Rarely ever gets angry. It takes like a LOT to make this woman pissed. Woman has the patience of an absolute saint, even times where she should have blew up or was justified in doing so, she somehow just remains calm and was patient. This includes even crying or showing she's very upset. It's rare that things get to her, but I think the only people who have saw her cry was Kore and Jim. Maybe even Syrus at one point. But that was pretty much it. Hates showing tears, hates showing any negative emotion but honestly this girl probably forgets that it's okay to cry or get angry...considering she's always the one telling people that it's okay to get upset and cry, or show forms of frustration.

- Her and Jesse have talked about crystal collections before. Showing each other kick ass cool crystals and jem stones or discussing them. They're so lame-

Again, like the previous two headcanons for the other bitches, anything I've forgotten I'll talk about in near future or just...edit this post. I probably have forgotten stuff but...ya know.

#yugioh gx #ygo gx #my post #yugioh #ygo #yugioh oc #my oc #oc #ocs #my ocs