#may even work in luring myself back out a little

[ankerias]

evertorn on remaking & just following mutuals & becoming slightly less allergic to talking about movies or something

#will see lol i'll just explode the new blog if i change my mind #i'd just move my artblog over but i've become so reclusive that breaking down the bizarre 'i can only post sketches on The Art Blog' wall #may even work in luring myself back out a little #considering this account is starting to feel like a childhood bedroom i'm still trying to fit into as opposed to something i recognize

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helping hand // leon s. kennedy

Leon x afab!Reader Smut wc: 2,600 mdni - 18+ hiii, you've all been so kind. unfortunately i am simply Too Awkward to properly express that, but i genuinely do appreciate all your kind words. please accept this smut as a token of my appreciation. i am definitely not luring you in with leon fics so that i can start posting the seven jill fics i'm working on haha what who would do that.

Leon helps you use a new toy. That's it, that's the smut. afab reader, use of dildo w/ knot & cumtube, size kink, use of good girl

You're not really sure what you expect Leon to do, per se - but in a moment of unfettered horniness, you had texted him. Told him how badly you needed him. He just hadn't known, maybe, what exactly you wanted from him. Not until you sent the picture, sloppily marked with a red line to show him exactly how far you had managed to take your newest toy - and how badly you wanted to take the whole thing.

You wedged your thumb between your teeth, biting at the nail. You stared at your last text message from Leon.

On my way ;)

That stupid fucking smiley face. You shouldn't be this nervous. You had requested his help. The ball was entirely in your court. You could pull the plug on this at any moment. Christ, it wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked before. He had knotted you into a pretzel more times than you could count, bent you over nearly every surface in your apartment, kicked your feet apart, and slid home like he was made for it.

But you've never really had this kind of experience with him before.

Sure, whatever. He had used your vibrator on you before. That wasn't an unwelcome guest. He had even mentioned more toys, left it up to you to decide when you wanted to introduce them to the bedroom. But this? This was different.

It was fucking huge, for starters.

The dildo sat there, intimidating on its own. You nudge the prominent head with a finger, trace the ridges down to the knot at the base. That's the part that's giving you trouble. That's the part you need help with. The cumtube should help, in theory. It’s already filled in anticipation of Leon’s arrival, the syringe lying off to the side while the toy sits in the middle of a towel you had spread out. You may as well get a spotlight, unfurl a banner that reads ‘HELP ME FUCK MYSELF’. Maybe some confetti poppers. Thoughts for next time. You should make a note of it.

Leon knocks like a cop, meaty part of his fist slamming against the door one, two, three times in a way that never fails to make you jump. You're already on edge, after all. Your pacing stops. You wipe your thumb off onto your shorts (tiny, barely more than glorified underwear - not like it matters. They'll be discarded soon anyway.) and wrench the door open. Leon grins down at you. His eyes skitter across the room, searching for the toy no doubt. You snort. As if you'd have it just sitting out on the kitchen table.

He greets you with a kiss to the top of your head, peeling off his coat and dropping it over the back of your couch. He slips out of his shoes - and you realize then and there that he looks like he's thrown on whatever was in reach at the time. His shirt is crumpled, socks mismatched - maybe he's more excited about this than you had expected. The thought sparks a prickle of heat across your skin. 

"So," he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "when do I get to meet the little guy?"

"Little?" You tease, a grin twitching the corners of your lips into a smile.

He raises his hands, palms out. “My mistake.”

You snort, waving for him to follow you. As if he needs the encouragement. His hands settle onto your shoulders, thumbs gently pressing and massaging. You nudge the door open with your foot, sweeping your hand out in an exaggerated motion. 

Leon lets out a low whistle. "Okay. Not so little."

Your nerves rise up again, getting the best of you for a moment. You pick at your finger, lingering by the door while he steps in, crouching down to observe the set up you've laid out for him.

"We don't have to," you offer him an out, shrugging like it's fine, like you won't be disappointed - like the idea won't be burning a hole in the back of your mind for the rest of your goddamn life every time you get even a little horny.

"No," he says quickly. He picks up the syringe, testing it curiously. A bead of lube dribbles from the head of the toy, drops to darken the towel below. "I think we do."

"But, like, we actually don't--"

Leon stands, turns back to you. His hands rest on your shoulders again, his head ducking to look you in the eye. He's not smiling - but damn, with that gleam in his eye, he doesn't have to.

"You want to. That's good enough for me."

Kissing him is the most natural thing in the world. A ‘thank you’, an ‘I love you’, all wrapped up into a press of your lips to his. He licks into your mouth, hands sliding down your arms slowly. He nudges your bedroom door shut only to press you against it, knee rising between your legs and pressing. You groan, rocking your hips against him, letting the friction ignite in the pit of your stomach. Your hands slip underneath his shirt, exploring skin that you've spent hours mapping out and committing to memory. He hisses a breath between his teeth, and you giggle when he mutters about your freezing little fingers, yet refuses to pull away. A hand trails to his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle before his hand rests atop yours, stilling you.

"Nice try," he teases. "You're not getting out of this that easy. You asked me here for a reason."

No amount of huffing or pouting dissuades him. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw, your neck, the hollow of your throat. He's shucking your shirt off of you, flinging it to some corner of the room. His hands grip your sides, kneading soft flesh between his fingers. For a moment, you wonder if he remembers that reason himself. He spins you around, off the door, and nudges you towards the center of the room, towards the little station you had set up. His fingers linger against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps where they once were.

"Why don't you show me how you usually do this and we'll go from there."

You clear your throat, your eyes skittering off to the side. You hook a thumb under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down past the point of your hip. Leon’s gaze is hot on your skin, eyes narrowing the slightest bit when he realizes you’re not wearing panties.

“I kind of started before you got here,” you admit. You gesture sheepishly to a smaller toy lying discarded to the side. Leon’s shoulders straighten, the hiss of a breath sucked through his teeth. He lets out a slow, whispered ‘okay’.

It takes a few awkward, fumbling moments to get into place. You kneel over your target and Leon stands back with his hands on his hips, watching. You laugh, tell him it isn’t a spectator sport, and the awkward tension bleeds out of the room when he chuckles. He drops to one knee behind you, rubbing his cheek affectionately against the top of your head.

His hands settle firmly onto your hips, guiding you down onto the toy. Your head leans back against his chest, lube-slick hand curled around the base to keep it steady. The head slips into you, the slide greeting you with a rush of warmth flooding your belly. His lips press below your ear, murmuring strings of praises. His hands slide from your hips to caress your breasts, calloused thumbs circling your nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger and plucking. You keen, your back arching, pressing into his hands, and your hips roll. More of the toy presses into you - enough to give you pause, enough to drive the breath from your lungs in the form of a whimper.

The stretch and the burn isn't unpleasant. It fuels the fire in your belly, spreading to your limbs - but you know that this is the easy part. This part, you’ve done on your own. You take a moment, balanced on your knees, to enjoy the stretch, the fullness.

Before you get too comfortable, Leon's hands grasp your hips again and urge you upwards, the ridges of the toy dragging against your soaked walls. A groan stays locked behind your lips, tongue pressing to the back of your teeth. He presses you back down, sets a steady pace for you that you wouldn't have picked for yourself. His hands brace you, his arms looped around you firm, until your hips move without his guidance.

He raises his fingers to your lips and you open obediently, pressing your tongue to the seam of his digits. You lap and suck at his skin. His forehead lowers, pressing into your neck to release a hot groan against your skin.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and grips your jaw hard - harder than he meant to. His fingers squeeze, pursing your lips for him to kiss. He’s ravenous, spit-slick fingers leaving a warm, sticky feeling against your skin, teeth tugging your bottom lip to his mouth for him to suckle. You aren’t sure which is more obscene - the sloppy, wet noises of your pussy or the starved way he kisses you.

"I am so hard right now," Leon whispers against your lips. A shock of arousal jolts your hips down. You groan, fumbling blindly behind you, hand slapping against his chest and sliding lower. He catches your wrist and chides, “Nuh-uh. Focus.”

“No fair,” you whine.

Leon drags the backs of his fingers down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach, and between your folds. The fingers you had sucked so dutifully moments before circle your clit in quick, harsh movements that pin your shoulders back.

“You want to talk about fair?” He growls in your ear. The knot catching against your hole, presses against you in a way that makes you whine and pull up. Leon leans against your back, urging you down again. “Calling me over just to help you fuck yourself? You think that’s fair?” You aren’t even sure what you’re saying anymore, babbling, hiding your face in your arm, body moving, chasing his fingers, chasing the press and the fill of the toy in your cunt.

“Almost there,” Leon huffs, his breathing nearly as labored as yours in a way that makes your heart

rate fucking spike and your vision blur. “Doin’ so good. Gotta get you nice and fucked open for me later, huh?”

You whimper and whine each time you come back down to meet the knot, the pressure against your pussy too much to push past, but god you want this, you want this whole thing so badly. Leon’s fingers stall on your clit, pressing against you firmly. He leans away, the heat of his chest disappearing and leaving you cold and empty.

“Leon -” you start to protest, your words melting into a moan. An ungodly squelch pushes lube through the toy, splurting deep in your pussy and coating your already soaked walls. You move, rising up and mewling at the contrast of the cool lube. The glide down grows easier, quicker, more desperate. The knot kisses your entrance against and again, lube and slick dribbling down the length of the toy and pooling at the base.

The press doesn’t burn any longer. It’s a pressure that makes your mouth drop open and your head roll back, your eyes squeezed shut. Leon is all over you, his fingers rubbing fervently at your clit, building a fuzzy, static-y pleasure that contrast perfectly with the deep, satiating fullness. He presses open-mouthed kisses to every bit of skin he can reach, his tongue licking and teeth nipping.

You sink down again and then it’s in. The breath drives from lungs, your whole body frozen a moment. It returns to you in a ragged moan. You slump against Leon, picking your hips up experimentally and pressing back down. The knot stretches you wide again.

“Good girl,” Leon coos, his eyes fixed on the apex of your legs, mouth parted. He lets you enjoy yourself a moment longer, lets you clumsily rock your hips against the base of the toy. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

His arm loops around your waist, easing you off the toy in a slide that makes you moan, makes your insides quiver and your eyes squeeze shut. A rush of lube gushes down the toy, darkening the towel. You don’t have the time to be embarrassed by the noise your body makes; he positions you quickly, your back resting against his chest, spread open for him with your legs draped over his knees. He grabs your toy, slick with lube and with you, and glides the head between your lips. Your legs twitch, but he holds them open. Blessedly, he doesn’t tease for long. He guides the toy into you and marvels at the way it slides so easily, at the noises you make for him, the part of your lips, the stagger of your breathing.

His hand grips the base of the toy, fucking you with it at his own pace, the grind and the push so perfect you can’t catch your breath. His hand flattens across your stomach to stop your squirming, but when it proves worthless he chuckles, mutters something about how needy you are, and goes back to playing with your clit.

You clamp down on the toy, your walls too slicked, too wet to offer any real resistance to the way Leon thrusts it into you. The stutter of your hips becomes desperate, the noises leaving you pitched high, and a final pass of Leon’s fingers against your clit makes you snap, the pleasure flooding through you in a wave that pulls you under, leaves you gasping for air. His mouth latches onto your neck, holding the toy still for you to grind onto as you work your way through your release.

It feels like an hour has passed when your head finally clears. The stiff feeling settling in your knees and in your hips is something for your to worry about later. Leon strokes your hair from your face, his arms curled around your waist now, letting you take your time as you recover.

“You still hard?” You ask, turning your head to kiss him.

“You have no idea,” Leon laughs, low and throaty. He kisses you soft, resisting the urging to tilt your head back and take this another direction.

He doesn’t let you relax too long, working the toy out of you gently. The emptiness has you curling into his side, you skin sticky with lube, sweat, your own release - god knows what, at this point. You can’t be certain that you really care, that floaty feeling still washing through your veins.

As much as you want to linger there on the floor, Leon scoops you up and deposits you on the bed. You reach a hand out for him, urging him to join you, but he only holds up a finger to tell you to wait.

“Gotta get this cleaned up. Gotta make sure you’re not hiding any other fun toys from me.”

“The dresser, second drawer on the right.”

He shakes his head, taking it for a joke. He shoots you a smirk as he opens the drawer. His face falters, surprise flickering over his features, a light oh leaving his lips.

“Well,” he says, his hands settling onto his hips. “Guess it’s a good thing we’ve got all night, huh?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #resident evil #leon kennedy #i'll figure out a tagging system one day. maybe even navigation. until then? good luck.

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Can’t Catch Me Now

Matthew Riddle x Fem!Reader

summary: Mattheo’s father sent him on a mission: make you fall in love with him, then lure you into a death trap. He should’ve known you wouldn’t let him forget you that easily…

Disclaimer: mentions of death, toxic relationships, cursing, slight mentions of torture

Song: Can’t Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

- First time writing for Mattheo! Wanted to do another fic abt my baby Theo but this idea came to me and couldn’t bring myself to write something so toxic about him 😭. Also there’s a lot of time skips in this so I hope it’s easy to follow!

“I love you.” You said sweetly.

“Me too, see you tonight.” Mattheo responded.

You kissed him on the cheek and entered the Transfiguration classroom as Mattheo left to go to Divinations. Tonight… if only you knew what was in store for you. Time past forward quickly, and now Mattheo was knocking on your dorm door, and you walked out, ready for your date.

“You look beautiful” He said

“Thank you. You don’t look to drab yourself.” You said, causing him to chuckle before taking your hand and leading you out of the castle.

You two had been walking for ages, getting farther and farther away from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. Not a soul in sight.

“Ok seriously, where are we going Matty? We’ve been walking for years.” You say, dragging out the last word.

“Soon. We’ll be there soon.” He said, tensing up as he did.

You were now at a location, heavily secluded from everyone and everything. You joked that no one would hear you scream out here. Only you had meant it in a different way than what was actually held in store for you. That’s when they appeared, the Death Eaters. You looked at Mattheo in shock, but he was already tearing his hand away from yours and stepping back, taking his wand out.

“Mattheo?” You whispered, tears in your eyes. A look of horror on your face. No wand in hand.

You screamed when the Crucio hit your chest, soon followed by a spell that left you unconscious on the floor.

***

You had been sitting in the chair for hours. You hands and legs tied back. About 5 Death Eaters were in the room, Mattheo making up the 6. He never hit you with a spell, but he never blocked one either. Just stood there, watching, his face wiped clear of any emotions. As you were focused on him, you made eye contact with him for the first time since being in the room. The spells had stopped for about 20 seconds now. Was it finally over? Were you free to go? That’s when it hit you. The green light. You fell unconscious, never to be seen again.

“Mattheo wake up! We’re here.” Said Theo (😍), having been shaking Mattheo vigorously for about 3 minutes.

“What?” He asked, still shaken from the dream he just had. He’s been having it for weeks now. Ever since the incident. Your death has followed him even into his unconscious mind. He can’t escape you.

“We’ve arrived at Hogwarts you idiot.” Said Draco, exasperated at Mattheo’s constant zoning out.

All the boys knew about the mission, they all knew what happened in the late days of May. They were all at the meeting after your death, Voldemort congratulated all of them - which is something you don’t simply forget. Y/n’s father was a powerful wizard, who declined all of the Dark Lord’s advancements of recruitment. So, Voldemort decided he might just need a little push, that being the death of his beloved daughter Y/n. It didn’t work, of course, and instead your father and mother ended up fleeing to some desolate place.

“Git.” Mattheo said, before slapping Draco across the head and collecting his belongings to get off the train.

Draco lifted his arm as to hit Mattheo back but Blaise grabbed his arm and gave him a look that made Draco forget about hitting him. They all knew Mattheo never actually loved you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was still responsible for killing someone. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s turning out just like his father.

———

They soon entered Hogwarts and took their seats at the Slytherin table.

“What’s taking the first years so long?” Theo asked, wondering why the sorting ceremony hadn’t started yet.

“Beats me but I’m fucking starving.” Said Blaise.

Mattheo was about to speak but was cut off by Dumbledore, who now stood in front of the podium.

“Welcome all back to Hogwarts. Now, I’m aware that you must all be very hungry, but this is a statement I must make, and we’ve decided it’s better made without the first years present.” He paused for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and continued. “As I’m sure you all sadly know, one of your classmates has died this pass summer.” A complete hush fell over the Great Hall, everybody knew about what happened to you. What happened to your family. Except, no one knew who or what caused it. Your death and your parents ‘disappearance’ was all a mystery to everyone except for the 4 Slytherin boys sitting at the middle of the table in far right.

“Y/n L/n was a strong witch, who was kind to all who…..”

Mattheo began to zone out, not wanting to be reminded of you more than he already was. It all started about 2 weeks after your murder. The first time was when he awoke in the middle of the night, you had infiltrated his dreams again. He went outside for a smoke, when he heard it.

“Mmaatheeooo”

He turned his head swiftly to the left, where the sound came from.

“Mmaatheeooo”

It came again, but this time from behind him. Your voice. It was your voice.

This reoccurred about once a week. Sometimes in the dead of the night, sometimes while eating lunch or reading the Daily Prophet.

———-

Mattheo tried his best to forget about you, to have a good year, but it was hard with you stalking his every move. It had worsened now. He heard you calling his name almost every day, your face appeared in the flames of the fire in the common room for a split second last night. He’s already found three of the letters you wrote him in the past on his desk, letters he was sure he had burned. And the worst part was, he couldn’t tell anyone, couldn’t say anything. He would just appear weak and crazy.

It was now early November, and the days were getting colder. Mattheo found himself walking alone outside, going to retrieve the jumper he left by Hagrid’s hut. As he was nearing the hut he heard a strange sound. Almost like heavy footsteps. He turned around, and looked around swiftly but not a soul was outside. He shook it off and continued walking, except this time the footsteps were louder, and closer. He turned around again but not a person was in sight. He began to walk faster, the footsteps did too. He stopped abruptly, looking around one last time, when he saw them. Footprints, leading all the way up to right by his side. His heart beat faster, and the wind began whistling as it passed through the trees. The world was silent.

“Mattheo” Came a voice right beside him.

Mattheo jumped back, a quiet shriek leaving his throat.

“Mattheo” It came again.

“Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck away from me!” He called out. It was silent for a few seconds, Mattheo thinking his warning had worked.

“Catch me.” The voice said. Your voice said.

Mattheo was confused, what did you mean ‘catch me?’ Was that even what you said? Your voice was a breathy whisper, so the words were hard to make out.

“What is wrong with you?” He called out again.

“Can’t. Catch me. Now.” You said, your voice circling around Mattheo.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Mattheo practically screamed this time.

All was quiet, before the footsteps slowly started walking away. It appeared as though you were walking backwards, by the looks of the prints.

Mattheo stood there, shocked, watching as you walked away from him.

Then the footsteps were gone, just as quickly as they had come and the landscape returned to a quiet and peaceful one. The sky was getting darker, and by the looks of it, Mattheo had missed dinner. He slowly began dragging his feet in the direction of the astronomy tower. Once he reached the top, he let out a sigh and pulled out his cigarettes and a lighter.

He’s beginning to think he might just be going crazy.

“Figured you’d be up here.” Says a voice from behind him.

“Yep.” He says, as Theo comes to stand next to him.

“Pass me one.” Theo says, holding his hand out for a cigarette. Mattheo hands him one and Theo lights it.

The smoke in silence, appreciating the view along with the cold air. The smoke from the cigarettes blending with the smoke from their breath.

“She’s everywhere you know.” Mattheo blurts out.

Theo’s silent for a moment, staring out at the sky.

“I know.” He says, finally.

“You do?” Mattheo asks, turning to face Theo. A confused expression painting his face.

“Yeah. I hear her laughter.” Theo explains.

“Her laughter? That’s it?” Mattheo asks, temper rising. How come he has to endure all this pain and Theo gets laughter?

“Yeah, she sort of just laughs lightly every now and again. It used to scare me shitless but now I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Yeah we’ll count yourself fucking lucky. She calls out my name. She fucking followed me today, her footprints were everywhere. Her voice was saying some shit about how I can’t catch her anymore. This shits so fucked up.” He says, growing angrier by each word.

Theo let’s out a laugh.

“You think this is fucking funny, do you?”

“Well, I mean, she’s right. You can’t catch her anymore.”

“Does it look like a give a fuck? Why doesn’t she whisper to you this shit, huh?” Mattheo asks, annoyed.

“Maybe because she never loved me. Maybe because she loved you.”

“Yeah, well, you were just as responsible in her death as I was.”

“Right… but it was you she trusted.” Theo says.

“Alright mate are you on her side or mine?”

“Yours obviously. She’s coming for me too.”

“You know, I miss her, now and then.” Mattheo says, reluctantly after a bout of silence

“Yeah well that’s no good is it? She’s still dead whether you miss her or not.”

“I fucking know that! Don’t you think I fucking know that?!” Mattheo yells, throwing his cigarette at Theo

“Calm down mate. It’s not doing you any good getting worked up about it.”

——-

It’s December now. All the leaves have left their trees and the the weather’s gotten harsh and bitter. Mattheo can’t escape you no matter what he does. You’re here, you’re there, you’re fucking everywhere. He hears your voice when the wind blows, hears your laughter in the rustle of the trees. The other boys all know of Mattheo’s pain. They’ve experience it too, but like Theo, they only experience it now and again. It seems they’re not your priority on your haunting list.

Mattheo’s laying in his bed, trying to find sleep. You haven’t let him sleep properly since about 3 weeks ago. As he turns to the side, he sees the curtains around his four poster shifting, getting moved to the side. He intakes a sharp breath. The curtains fully open now, and he’s met with a cold wind.

“Won’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” He whisper-shouts.

He’s met with no answer. The room is now completely silent, and before long 10 minutes have past. Was that really all you came to do? Move his curtain? Whatever it was, he’s thankful for your departure because now he’s really feeling the exhaustion kick in. His eyes begin to shut and his body relaxes as it melts into his mattress. Just as he feels like he’s about to get the sleep he’s so desperately been needing…

“See you tomorrow” You whisper, right into his ear, mocking the words he had said to you the night of your murder.

———-

Sorry if the ending sucks, this idea came to me late one night so I began to write but I didn’t really think it out before I started 😭 I didn’t want to have this in my to-do list for forever so I’m really sorry if this feels rushed! I hope you guys enjoy it anyway

#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #slytherin boys #theodore nott #angst #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #tw death #the hunger games #haunted #major angst

[deadlydivergentgirl]

Let me take you on my arm

It wasn't that I was bored, but I wasn't really used to going to this kind of party, especially if it was Johnny who organized it. It was always chaos every time, and everyone ended up completely stuffed face down, puking their guts out, which could quickly become unpleasant

I sighed as I watched the sky gradually turn into a dark mass, and the cold began to seep through my little black satin dress, although it was a little long, my back was completely bare, melted to the leg, with a little cleavage, I wanted to be beautiful, especially tonight, although it may seem a little stupid, I wanted to catch his eye, kuai liang, it was even he who asked me to be his date for tonight, I don't understand why he invited me, he didn't show much interest in me, okay he liked spending time with me and we got on well, but he never dared to ask me out until tonight, and I don't even know if it's friendly or if he wants to go further, all I know is that I wanted to catch his eye, it seemed to work because he seemed a little confused when I opened the door so we could go together to this party but then, his brother lured him in for a chat, promising he'd come back, but it seemed his brother was holding him back a little too long, so I dipped my head in my drink and looked away to dissuade anyone from bothering me

Suddenly, a breeze picked up, it was autumn and it was normal for the weather to become a little colder, I cursed the gods for having forgotten my jacket at home, I was so absorbed by kuai liang that I went straight with him without checking that I'd taken everything with me, at the same time he was so elegant this evening, I had to make a considerable effort not to stare at him for too long I didn't want him to find out how I felt, at least not so soon.

It was getting colder and I couldn't stop rubbing my hands together before starting to rub my arms frantically, but that didn't help much, it was getting colder and colder and my cold little hands couldn't warm me up

Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on my shoulders, I jump and turn around to find kuai liang right behind me, a beautiful compassionate smile on his lips, I smile back at him before letting out a frustrated sigh, he asks me in a soft voice:

- Is everything all right? You look a bit bored

I answer morosely

- I'm a bit cold and I forgot my jacket at home

I could see from his face that he was thinking, but he soon smiled again and asked me to follow him.

I looked at him in astonishment, before starting to walk beside him, he was heading for home so I began to think he wanted to fetch me a blanket, I stopped myself from laughing, thinking it would be too cute of him to do that, even if his build didn't show he was the type capable of being gentle, he looked like a brute until he smiled and then saw how handsome he was despite his appearance.

Once inside, he closed the door to keep out the cold, all the curtains were down, but that didn't stop the light from shining through to give a romantic feel to this big, badly-decorated living room.

I stand in front of the door as Kuai Liang takes a seat in the armchair beside the coffee table and stretches out his arms towards me before saying:

- Get over here

I look at him puzzled

- I don't understand

- You said you were cold, didn't you?  he said innocently.

- Yes, but what exactly do you want to do?  Didn't you want to look for a blanket or something?

He smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

- I've got a better idea, please trust me.

I move towards him with hesitant steps, he continues to smile at me as I sit down beside him, I didn't understand what he was trying to do until his powerful arms pull me into a warm embrace, at first surprised, I remain stunned for a few seconds before returning his embrace, my arms gently encircling his waist as I bury my head in his neck, a sigh of ease escaping my lips as his body heat begins to invade me, I'd thought I don't know how many times about what it would feel like to be in his arms, but I'd never imagined that it would be dangerously relaxing, staying wide open from the shock, my eyes begin to relax and close little by little, I feel him cradle me in his arms as his warm breath tingles the back of my neck, I hear him talking to me, his voice seems far away:

- you feel better

I reply in a relaxed voice

- much better

Although I could feel my cheeks warming at the thought of Kuai Liang holding me in his arms, I didn't want to break that contact, being so close to him pleased me so much, his embrace was very sincere, he really wanted to help me stop feeling cold, and the way he did it without any ulterior motive made me smile against his neck, I wanted to stay in his arms forever.

Sleep began to gain ground, and although I didn't want to fall asleep like that, I couldn't help it. His warmth, the beating of his heart that lulled me, his breathing that titillated my skin, plunged me into a deep state of somnolence before I let myself sink into the arms of Morpheus.

As he took her in his arms, kuai liang felt his heart about to burst in his chest, it took an enormous amount of self-control not to squeeze her too tightly, he loved feeling her close to him, he loved how she relaxed in his embrace, her sighs of ease were like music to his ears, chilly as she was, he found her too cute to come close to him like a little kitten looking for warmth to sleep, she was too beautiful tonight, he just couldn't find the courage to tell her, he couldn't help glancing at her from time to time, he didn't even hear what his brother was saying, too busy looking for her adorable face among the guests

He could see her trying to warm up and had only one idea: he was going to take her directly into his arms to give her a little warmth, but he didn't want to embarrass her in front of everyone, so he pulled her inside, he didn't know what her reaction would be, but he had to do it, he couldn't hold back any longer, he really liked her, and he had to work up the courage to show her how much he cared about her, he hugged her a little tighter as he felt her little fingers clinging to his clothes.

- kuai liang, she said in a sleepy voice, thank you soo much

Her breathing then became a little more regular, a sign that she was falling asleep like the koala she was, he couldn't help smiling at the idea of her trusting him enough to fall asleep in his arms, his lips found her head, he placed a soft kiss on her hair before letting himself lie back against the armchair without releasing his embrace for fear of waking her up, he then closed his eyes to try and fall asleep with a smile on his lips, he was happy, she was making him happy, without even realizing it.

#kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x you #kuai liang x y/n #sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #scorpion #scorpion x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x oc

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"Bonjour, dear Headmage!" Rook's voice resonates before the hunter appears out of seemingly nowhere, like usual. "Don't mind me, I just couldn't help but need to sate my curiosity. After all, for how long you've been here, not much is known about you. Where you're from, what's the extent of your powers, ce genre de choses (things like that). I'm not the only one curious, even: a little rose mentioned something along those lines during an impromptu visit of yours truly to his Alchemy class."

I believe the asker is referring to a voice line that Riddle has when Crowley drops into Alchemy for a Special Lesson. He wonders what kind of magic the headmaster must use--though knowledge of this line isn't necessary to enjoy this interaction.

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

It's odd, Rook had concluded, that he cannot discern anything meaningful about Crowley. It’s unlike the huntsman to be lacking in information, in details—but when it came to him, it became a jumbled mess. Unknown birthday, unknown home country, unknown past and powers. No records in any textbooks or formal documentation he could find.

All that was known was the name, occupation, height and weight. The bare basics. Hardly anything to work off of.

Rook regarded Crowley with curious eyes carved into emerald crescents. He provided his brightest smile, his warmest voice. He was a hunter laying out a nasty snare for his prey.

“By all means, I invite you to elucidate. I would personally love to learn more of our dearly beloved headmaster and his long and most illustrious career.”

“It seems as though my students have been gossiping about me once again… even my most studious boys!” Crowley mumbled to himself. (Rook’s hypersensitive ears had no issues picking up his words.) “Dear me, I’m too popular for my own good!!”

Then, addressing Rook in full, “I understand that you are all dying to know more about your dashing, intelligent, highly competent headmaster—however, prying into the personal matters of your teachers is not necessary to your pursuit of a magic education. I ask that you grant your instructors and myself our much-needed privacy.

“Adult matters are just that: adult matters! One day you will understand when you, too, get to be of that age.”

Rook's brows pinched ever so slightly. It's as though the briefest of clouds has passed by the sun, drowning out its light--but it returned, the momentary shift imperceptible to the naked eye.

“Je suis désolé,” he said, lowering into an apologetic bow. "I will mind my words when speaking to my superiors."

"Good, good! I shall be off, then. There are important snacks--" Crowley stopped and hurriedly corrected himself. "Erm, I mean important paperwork in my office which I must attend to. Enjoy the rest of your day, my student!"

The headmaster turned and started to make his way out of the courtyard. His back, exposed.

When the arrow came flying at his head, Crowley didn't flinch, didn't move--didn't have to. It froze midair, nowhere near its intended target, then dropped to the ground. A second later, a crystalline shield flickered into view, then vanished again.

Oh là là!

Rook's heart leapt with excitement. His interest, piqued.

Crowley craned his head back at him.

"Oops! Slip of the hand," the huntsman chuckled, not sounding so innocent with his excuse. He made no effort to hide the bow and a quiver he had somehow produced from his robes.

Bait left out to lure him in.

“Careful, Hunt-kun,” Crowley tuts, wagging a finger. “I may be a kind man, but even my kindness has its limits. I assure you, you do not wish to incur my wrath."

The headmaster--it was the same headmaster, harmless as ever, but... His shadow, it seemed to stretch along the path, taking on a new sinister shape. A monstrous raven, beak full of dagger-like teeth and blood-red eyes.

A chilling thrill bolted through Rook.

"That man seems so preoccupied with trivial matters," Riddle had once said. "It's difficult to believe he is a formidable mage."

Non, Roi des Roses. It appears that our headmaster is, in fact, quite the formidable mage indeed.

"... Bien sûr." Rook knelt, laying his bow and arrows on the ground. "You have my word. No more trickery or deception, fufu."

"Excellent! I'm glad we understand each other," Crowley chirped with the twirl of his cane. "Because I am so very generous, I shall overlook this transgression and allow you to be on your merry way."

He taped his lips together and whistled as he walked off. A cheery tune lifted up into the air like a bird taking flight.

Rook silently marveled at the beauty--and horror--of it.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Dire Crowley #Rook Hunt #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Riddle Rosehearts

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

[JP] Galileo Galilei: Destiny in Motion

This post contains a detailed spoiler.

Not 100% accurate. I didn't proofread this one, so there may be grammatical errors.

Translation under the cut.

(Mitsuki's POV)

Fate moves just as time follows the present.

Like me and someone else I have yet to see.

My blurred vision gradually became clear.

(Huh? Where am I?)

I suddenly found myself standing in a dark hallway.

(This is the hallway I passed through when I time slipped from Louvre. How did I end up in this place?)

I probably fell asleep.

I was looking around, thinking that I might be dreaming when一

???: "Come. Come here. Take my hand."

(Who is it?)

A husky voice I'd never heard before reached my ears.

Strangely lured by it, I walked forward and saw a bleak-looking prison cell.

???: "Why did this happen?"

(There's someone inside the prison cell.)

???: "Why do you only believe what others tell you and not check it out yourself? Why don't you try to see it with your own eyes?"

???: "Why do people refuse to face the truth?"

He said it in a quiet voice, but it sounded as if he was trying to squeeze out some unwanted emotion.

Then the sound of footsteps approached, and a dignified old priest-like man arrived.

Priest: "A heretical scholar who denies God's teachings一wait, no, a filthy heretical monster."

???: "Don't tell me that's why I'm一"

Priest: "There should be no such thing as a sinful monster. May you burn in the fires of God."

The old man glanced one last time at the speechless man and left.

???: "I hate them. I hate all of them."

???: "It's all because of this blood."

???: "Ah, but this is how hatred is created and how this world gets distorted."

(What am I seeing?)

I don't know if it's just a dream or if it really happened, but一

(I can feel this person's emotions so painfully.)

A heart-wrenching lamentation, and yet his wistful eyes were as beautiful as purple crystals.

Mitsuki: "-----!"

I opened my eyes and saw the familiar canopy of my bed.

I looked outside the window to see that it was morning and knew I was just dreaming.

(That was a weird dream. I followed the voice and ended up in a place I didn't know.)

(Someone was angry一no, someone was sad.)

I tried to remember, but the memory of the dream faded away.

That evening一

I came to the city's university to deliver a Blanc to Isaac, who has recently been working late.

(I don't come here often, so it's refreshing. It reminds me of my school days.)

I felt nostalgic despite being in a different country and time.

I decided to walk around the school building, when suddenly...

(Hm? What's that?)

Something caught my eye, so I entered the classroom.

On a table positioned near an open window, an old-fashioned telescope stood on a pedestal, pointing up at the sky.

(Did someone use it in a lecture? Maybe I should tell Isaac if they forgot to put it away.)

Even as I thought about this, I couldn't help but become curious.

(Sorry, but only for just a little bit.)

As I looked into the lens, the moon appeared in front of me, floating faintly in the evening sky.

Mitsuki: "Wow, cool."

???: "What are you doing here?"

Mitsuki: "I-I'm sorry!"

I looked up in a panic, hearing a sharp voice.

(Eyes like purple crystals...)

I was drawn into his beautiful eyes as our gazes met, and at the same time, I felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

(I think I've seen his eyes somewhere.)

Man with purple eyes: "You don't look like a student."

Mitsuki: "Oh, I'm sorry! I was visiting the university on an errand, but I saw this and got curio一"

Man with purple eyes: "You're in the way. If you’re an outsider, leave."

He cut off my words sharply.

(Right, I shouldn't have entered the classroom without permission.)

Feeling sorry, I bowed my head and stepped toward the classroom door, but the sensation I had felt earlier bothered me, so I looked back at the man.

(Why do his eyes look so familiar?)

At that moment, a shooting star appeared in the sky.

Mitsuki: "A shooting star!"

Man with purple eyes: "-----!"

The man's eyes widened slightly, hearing my sudden outburst, and he looked up at the sky through the window.

Mitsuki: "Oh, there's that cloud over there again."

As I approached the window, the man also turned his gaze in the direction I pointed.

We both looked up and watched the sky. Then, I heard mumbling from next to me.

Man with purple eyes: "Beautiful. Even in this day and age, I still find myself looking up at the stars."

("This day and age?")

I looked at him, suddenly curious about his words.

(Huh?)

His mood and facial expression softened slightly as his eyes, searching for stars, gazed intently at the sky.

(I wonder if he likes the stars.)

But when he noticed my gaze, he became cold again.

Man with purple eyes: "You still need something?"

Mitsuki: "N-No."

(I know, I was being rude by staring at his face.)

Even as I thought this, my chest thumped, and my cheeks grew hot.

Mitsuki: "Um, were you waiting for the shooting star?"

Man with purple eyes: "Yeah."

Man with purple eyes: "If my observations are correct, I can see a meteor shower this time of the year."

Man with purple eyes: "I was going to wait and watch the moon, but I'm lucky to see it at dusk."

The man answered my question as he gazed toward the sky again.

Though, it was more like a monologue than a conversation.

Mitsuki: "I haven't seen a shooting star in a long time, not since the meteor shower in 20XX."

Man with purple eyes: "20XX?"

Mitsuki: "Oops, I misspoke."

Man with purple eyes: ".............."

When our eyes met, that strange feeling came back again.

(I think I know this person after all. His voice also sounds familiar.)

Mitsuki: "Um, have we met somewhere before?"

I asked boldly, and the man raised his eyebrow.

Man with purple eyes: "No. If you want someone to talk to, find someone else."

Mitsuki: "That's not what I meant. I just had a feeling."

(Good job on saying such stupid things, Mitsuki.)

I looked down, feeling embarrassed, as the man let out a sigh.

Man with purple eyes: "I'm not denying your statement without any basis."

Man with purple eyes: "I'm an astronomer. I'm temporarily working at this university while I'm traveling."

Man with purple eyes: "I've only arrived recently in this city, so I’ve never met you before."

He explained his story like he was proving a theory.

(Then I guess we can't have met.)

Mitsuki: "Have you traveled that long already?"

Man with purple eyes: "Yeah."

Man with purple eyes: "It's a long journey, like the stars in the sky."

Despite his words, the man lowered his gaze slightly, and his eyes, which previously reflected the sky, faded behind his delicate eyelashes.

(His eyes have a faraway look in them.)

His wistful eyes were as if they were on a never-ending journey.

(Huh?)

The image of the distressed man in the dark prison cell passed through my mind for a moment.

(Was that the dream I had last night?)

(But why did I suddenly remember it?)

I felt confused by the scene that suddenly came back to me.

I was speechless, and before I knew it, the man was staring at me.

Man with purple eyes: "............"

Mitsuki: "U-Um..."

Man with purple eyes: "What's that sweet smell you have?"

He took a step closer to me, his purple eyes captivating me so much that I almost forgot how to breathe.

*Bell chimes*

Man with purple eyes: "-----!"

The sound of the college bell rang out, and we took a small gasp.

Man with purple eyes: "It's late. You should go home."

Mitsuki: "Okay. I'm sorry for bothering you. Excuse me."

I hurriedly back away from him and turn on my heel.

(For a moment, I thought he was going to bite me.)

I have no idea why I felt that way.

I don't understand the strange déjà vu, the dream, or this pounding in my chest.

(But一)

Before leaving the classroom, I turned around one last time.

Mitsuki: "Um, my name is Mitsuki. What's yours?"

Man with purple eyes: "............"

(I don't really know why, but I want to know about this person.)

Holding only this thought, I stared straight into his clear purple eyes.

For the first time, he showed me a look of hesitation.

Man with purple eyes: "Galileo."

Mitsuki: "Eh?"

Galileo: "The same name as the astronomer condemned for seeking the truth."

His wistful eyes looked like the eyes I had seen in my dream, or so I thought.

After Mitsuki left the classroom, Galileo muttered to himself.

Galileo: "Why did I foolishly and honestly give my name when I could've used a false name?"

However, there could be no "Galileo Galilei" here in 19th-century Paris.

He reconsidered the fact that he just happened to have the same name as Galileo Galilei and thought that the girl would think so, too.

Then he remembered Mitsuki's eyes on him.

Galileo: "Those eyes look like they are earnestly seeking the truth."

Unable to resist her unexpected sincerity, he uttered his true name.

At the same time, it was also true that he felt an inexpressible urge to smell Mitsuki's scent, even if it was only a little.

Galileo: "She was a strange girl, the things she said and did, and that scent. If we ever meet again一No, let's not. As long as I continue this journey, I will never see her again."

That's right, as long as the divided destinies do not intersect again.

Muttering this to himself, Galileo put the lid on the telescope lens.

(Mitsuki's POV)

I was lost in a dream again tonight.

------------Flashback------------

???: "Come. Come and take my hand."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Is that voice really Galileo?)

The sad man I saw in my dream, the cold man I met in reality, and now the voice inviting me一

(What kind of person are you really?)

As time chases the present like the stars in the sky, my destiny and his begin to intertwine.

-> Francis Drake's Story

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp jp #ikevamp spoilers #ikevamp #ikevamp galileo #galileo galilei #cybird #ikevamp translations

[zombiequeenblog]

For the kiss promts:

4 and 26 sound like Copia and Mouse

Oh dear anon, they really do!

I just love these kissing prompts, I only hope I've been able to do these a little justice for you (where it hurts and as an apology):

ao3 link here or continue reading below...

“Don’t you have paperwork… ugh…” My voice came out raw and dry in my throat as I taunted him, receiving yet another swift lash from his cane across my bare shoulders for my efforts. Not for the first time tonight, I fell forward onto my hands with a dull thud, the stone floor smooth and cold underneath my palms, my thinly-stockinged knees already fully acquainted with it.

The Cardinal was in a playful mood. “I do not currently have paperwork, dolce.” As he slowly stepped around my kneeled form I caught a twinkle in his darker eye as he gazed down at me fondly. “I have you.” The end of the cane came under my chin to tilt my face up to him, and I tried not to appear too playful myself. “When I’m done with you down here, Mouse, you may scurry up and complete my paperwork for me, if it concerns you so.”

I outright laughed at him then, sitting back on my heels, and the cane dragged down my neck to suddenly leave me and then return swiftly in a strike across my naked breasts.

“Oouugh…” Curling inward, I breathed out at the sting, my soft peaks pebbling as I brought my hands up to cover the stripe blooming along my chest; an entreaty for a blessing.

“Hands down, dolce,” the Cardinal ordered sternly, his voice becoming softer as he paced in a circular motion, “you know you mustn’t hide yourself from me. I want to see my work, dolce. I’m proud of it, you know.” My hands dropped immediately, and I basked for only a moment in his approval. 

“You’re terrible,” I told him, biting back a smile, fingers twitching on my thighs, “such a procrastinator… you need to sign all those forms upst—”

“The only thing I need, my little Mouse, is you,” he interrupted, bending down as if to kiss me, “and as I just stated, I have you, do I not?”

“You have me,” I said sweetly, hoping for a kiss, and a kinder placement of his cane, but he granted me only the latter, running the tip down between my pert breasts, along my trembling stomach to slide in between my thighs. The thing slid along the gusset of my cheeky little panties, and I tried my very best not to grind against it. I craved some pressure there, as he knew; the cane a cruel lure. Coolly, he watched my fists clench, and my eyelids flutter closed. I wished he had bound me against such a temptation.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned down at me, “So obedient. So patient.” I didn’t feel patient at all. 

But I could obey. I simply knelt there, waiting. He took the cane away and left my sight.

“Bow your head again.”

I did, and I felt his gloved hand come down from behind to sweep my hair over to one side, gentle, as if he longed for me too. Shuddering, I fought the urge to simply turn around at the sweet feeling of the leather, at the thought of having him closer to me.

But the cane was back now, striking me with some force in a measured rhythm, all along my back, up and down, alternating on either side of my spine with care. The strikes ignited a sort of itch inside my ribs I yearned for him to relieve; an emptiness I needed him desperately to fill. With resolution, I tried to focus on remaining upright. I wanted his hand back on my skin; both hands, warm and firm on tender aching flesh, holding me down…

But I would have to be so very good to earn that.

“So pretty, dolce,” I heard him murmur to himself, “So very lovely how I mark you as mine…”

Through the whirr of the cane in the air, and my soft groans when it made pained contact with my skin, I bit back my own endearments I so wanted to offer up to him. I couldn’t even see him from this position; it wasn’t fair, so I told him so.

“Please, Your Eminence… please touch me…”

“I am touching you, dolce.” The cane steady as ever.

“No, mmmm… ow… please…” My back was feeling as raw as my throat. “Let me look upon you. Let me see…”

“You want to see, dolce?” The Cardinal sounded a bit breathless himself, and it occurred to me then that he might be just as eager for what I wanted. He continued to cane me, a bit more urgently, until I made some pitiable noises. Copia grunted in response behind me. “Ugh, you want to see what you do to me, bella?”

Before I could even respond he had shoved his fingers into my hair, pulling me back and fisting it up on top of my head as he walked around my kneeled form to stand in front of me. I stared at the crotch of his indecently tailored pants, levelled with my face. That particular area looked uncomfortably tight.

I felt my mouth watering, and I almost clutched onto his pant leg like a dog. Copia saw my body shift, and he bent down again, sliding his glove down to wrap around my throat and almost shaking me there before him. Breaking my composure, I did hold onto his forearms then, and to punish me, Copia squeezed his fervent hand until my lips parted in a gasp. He came closer to kiss me.

Except he didn’t, and it was utterly maddening. Sneering lips only brushed mine, the whisper of a tickle from his moustache and then he stood up straight, all contact gone. I blinked back tears as my lungs filled.

“You’re terrible,” I repeated in a whisper, eyes closed against him, against the vast allure he held for me; the yearning.

Warm leather came down to smooth away stray moisture on my flushed cheeks, and I registered him kneeling before me. He held my face as I finally looked at him.

“Si,” he said, and I did see; I saw how the sweat from his brow smudged his eye paint, running into the slight wrinkles holding a flush within his own dear face. I would cool him down, and ignite him further.

Tentative fingers came to the buttons of his shirt, and I slowly revealed him to me, his pale chest housing scattered freckles and fine dark hair. Leaning forward, I inhaled his scent, fresh and spiced, and I grew more frantic, abandoning his shirt once I reached his waist and focusing instead on freeing his cock. 

He made to kiss me as we knelt there together, but I had a wicked thought, and, slipping my hand up out of his pants, I stood up suddenly. 

The room swam, and I almost fell over, but I steadied myself and took a breath, giggling a little as I backed away from him. Copia smiled at me in relief, knelt there empty-handed with his cock straining. 

“You don’t deserve a kiss,” I told him, rolling my shoulders a bit, “oouugh… it hurts…” Wincing, I hooked my fingers in the hem of my panties and slowly slid them down off my hips, letting him watch as I kicked them off my stockinged feet, in his direction. The Cardinal’s odd eyes were fixed on me, his darkened pupils blown out. Let him suffer, I thought, turning away to go in the direction of the bed down here. My pussy dripped. I’d crawl up on the mattress and get down on all fours so he could finally fuck me, and then perhaps I’d deign to kiss him.

“Dolce.” His voice like a caress in the dark. I turned to look at him. “Where are you going, Mouse?”

“Upstairs of course,” I quipped, “to do your paperwork, as instructed.”

The Cardinal’s jaw tightened, and his dark head tilted. “Come here.” 

Tired of games myself, I returned to my knelt love, and got down on the floor to mirror him. I looked into Copia’s stunning face. Please please kiss me. His gloves grasped my shoulders, and he rested his forehead on mine. 

“Turn around, my vexing girl.” 

I did so, trying to be graceful. Wanting desperately to please him. 

A sigh of guilty pleasure did escape him when he moved my hair aside once more to look upon his handiwork. “Oh, dolce, I have hurt you tonight, haven’t I?”

“You have, Cardinal.” Flexing my shoulders back, I winced a little. 

Nothing happened for a moment, and I imagined he was getting his fill of the pitiable sight of me, but then his gloves came to my shoulders again, gently, and he held me steady there for a moment. My body stiffened in his grasp, deliciously afraid. 

A warm breath on the back of my neck, and then his lips, finally, granting bittersweet kisses along my skin. 

“Mi dispiace.”

I let out a soft laugh at his apology. “It does not displease you, Cardinal.”

“Mi perdoni.” I could feel him smiling against my abrasions, in between intensifying kisses. They amplified the hurt in the best way, and I was melting in his arms.

“Forgive you? Perhaps.” His gloves were gliding along my skin, snaking forward across my collarbone and dipping down to wrap around my waist. Pressing me against him, trapping me there where I most wanted to be. “Perhaps I will if you kiss me proper…”

His lips breaking from my shoulder blade with a low groan, Copia finally turned me around to face him and he kissed me deeply, like one coming undone.

I slid my hand back down into his pants. 

One of the most common ways to say sorry is to use the phrase mi dispiace, it literally means “it displeases me” and is used to apologize for something you have done.

mi perdoni - formal version of “forgive me”

#fic prompts #kissing prompts #ask box #anon asks #thank you anon #sadglo

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

DOVE TALE

Again and again I find myself sheepishly admitting that Star Trek, as in the original series, is my all-time favorite TV show. It's a little embarrassing to acknowledge that, north of sixty years old, I keep going back for comfort and refreshment to the corny sci-fi show that I loved as a kid.

Worse yet, for all the show's sophomoric heavy-handedness and cultural chauvinism and ludicrous science and inconsistently applied social values, I keep finding relevance, even prescience in it.

For instance, this past weekend I watched the third-season episode, scripted by the redoubtable Jerome Bixby (also author of the story that became the Twilight Zone favorite "It's a Good Life"), called "Day of the Dove..."

You may remember it: Both the Enterprise and a crew of Klingons arrive at a planet, lured there under false pretenses by a powerful incorporeal alien Entity. Through a variety of mind tricks and matter transmutation, the Entity gets the Federation crew and the Klingons trapped together aboard the Enterprise, which is hurtling out of control on course to leave the galaxy.

Onboard, the factions are allowed their own turf, armed with swords--Scotty admires "a Claymore..."

...and psychically aroused to furious hatred toward their adversaries and even toward each other. They soon discover that the conflict between them is self-renewing; their wounds heal miraculously and the Entity allows neither side complete victory.

As a kid, I always thought it was a pretty cool episode. It had plenty of action, including swordfights, and the coolest and most badass of all the original series Klingons, Kang, played by the rumbly-voiced Michael Ansara...

...towering over Shatner...

It was also the only glimpse we ever got, in the original series, of Klingon women, notably Susan Howard as Kang's wife and science officer Mara...

In the course of the show Chekov, under the Entity's evil influence, attempts to violate Mara, although it looks like she could smack his little ass across the corridor with one hand.

Along with Chekov, Kirk, McCoy, Scotty and Uhura all get to work themselves up into highly entertaining angry lathers in this one. Shatner's in particularly hilarious, wound-up form here: "Look at me...Look. At. Me." And there's the great moment when the hysterical Scotty, responding to Spock's attempt to calm him, says "Keep your Vulcan hands off me," but it sounds like he said "Keep your f**kin' hands off me."

But watching it the other night, it occurred to me that this episode seems unusually relevant these days. I noticed this a few years ago about the second-season episode "The Omega Glory" as well. The theme, about the dangers of fetishizing and theocratizing America's foundational documents and other objects of patriotic regard like the flag, seems like a pedestrian, basic civics lesson. But it turns out that our society needs to be reminded of it regularly.

Similarly, with "Day of the Dove," the message might seem, at a glance, like the usual honorable but ineffectual Star Trek platitudes about the horrors of war and the bondage of bigotry and the liberating virtue of tolerance. But now, in light of the revelations from the Dominion lawsuit, it has a strikingly specific subtext. Because, of course, the reason the invading Entity is attempting to create this hellish eternal conflict on the Enterprise is that it feeds on violent hatreds, turning from yellowish-white to a happy shade of red...

...when it sucks up some delicious fury.

It creates false narratives in people's minds to stir up their bloodlust--Chekov claims his brother was killed by the Klingons; Sulu later explains that the brother is imaginary, as Chekov is an only child--and feeds both sides with propaganda to gin up enmity. Essentially, the Entity is a farmer, planting outrage so that it can harvest rage.

In other words, the Entity is Fox News, and the "news" media machine of which Fox News is the most successful and egregious example. I mean, isn't it, kind of?

In this context, some of Bixby's lines take on an extra resonance, as when Kirk speculates "Has a war been staged for us, complete with weapons and ideology and patriotic drum beating? Even...Spock...even race hatred?"

Or, when Kirk says "It exists on the hate of others," and Spock replies "To put it simply. And it has acted as a catalyst, creating this situation in order to satisfy that need."

Or, again, Kirk's desperate appeal to Kang, in the climactic minutes: "...and it goes on, the good old game of war, pawn against pawn! Stopping the bad guys. While somewhere, something sits back, and laughs, and starts it all over again."

In the end, Kang is persuaded, a truce is ordered, and the weakened Entity is chased off the Enterprise to hearty laughter from both sides...

Kang slaps Kirk on the back and for a second it looks like Kirk is going to pass out. A lovely moment; I would highly recommend it for our nation right now. But as the Entity goes flittering off the ship into space, it's all too easy to imagine it scurrying down to some TV "News" Network on some unsuspecting planet.

#star trek #day of the dove #william shatner #deforest kelley #leonard nimoy #walter koenig #george takei #nichelle nichols #michael ansara #susan howard #jerome bixby #dominion lawsuit #james doohan #klingons

[somefanchick]

We have met, but I'm not who I was...

This is a platonic fic between Astarion and the Traveler (Tav) that I’m going to use on one of my next runs. Tav is of noble background and met Astarion decades ago at a party. I am totally down to give more info on this character if asked, but that’s all that you really need to know prior to reading this fic. (Short and sweet) (Minor spoilers for act 1)

He recognized me. That wasn’t something I was used to, and something I wished hadn’t been true. I could see that when I found him in the woods after the crash, he reacted to my presence for a split second. I could see recognition in his eyes, right before he tried to distract and attack me. Spoiler, it didn’t really work.

Once I remembered him, I didn’t initially know how to approach the situation so I did what I did best. I played dumb. I acted as if I believed him and didn’t recognize the vampire before me. He believed my ignorance, as most tend to, and I was able to recruit him to my camp.

A few days later, I had a camp of six other individuals and was about to invade a goblin camp full of cultists. I had my favorites of course; A strong barbarian tiefling with a heart of figurative gold and literal infernal iron, a beautifully mysterious cleric who I could tell was hiding things from both me and herself, and of course the vampire spawn. He was useful for stealth and I got a small thrill out of fooling him. Though that thrill had faded quickly. 

Now that night had fallen and the others had fallen asleep, I got up to visit Astarion.

 “Hello Tav,” His teeth glistened in the moonlight, the bottom of his fangs hiding just behind his bottom lip, “Has anyone ever told you that you look astonishing in the starlight? And just when I thought you couldn’t get more ravishing.”

“Aw Astarion!” I put on my best smile, placing my hands on my cheeks, “That’s so sweet of you to say. Now I hate to be a bother, but could you do me a favor?”

I noticed a slight fear in his eyes, but his smile didn’t break, “Of course dear. What is it?”

I put on my best doe eyes, “Could you cut the bullshit?”

That knocked off his metaphorical mask, “Excuse me?”

“Look,” my eyes sharpened and I dropped my own mask for the first time in years, “I know you know we met at one of Casador’s little parties. He introduced you as his assistant, which is true to an extent I suppose, and then he secretly instructed you to lure me in so he could feast on noble blood,” I put my finger on my lip, slowly gliding back into my innocent and ignorant persona, “I was the best target. The youngest of 13. Not exceptionally beautiful like many of my sisters, not as accomplished as my brothers, not the topic of much controversy like my sibling. Completely overshadowed. Wouldn’t even get an article in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, just a few condolences to my parents behind closed doors. The only caveat was that it was me,” a smirk graced my lips, “Someone who could see through people like you and Casador and had enough charisma and intelligence to escape without even letting you know that I was on to you. But now I have the power to defend myself properly, so I’m willing to call you out.”

“I-”

I placed my hands in the center of my chest, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m not as gullible as you think. Don’t fuck with me. Follow my lead and not only will I cure everyone of this illithid shit, but I will help you kill that bastard. Listen to my command, and you will be free of him forever. Don’t betray me and you may become more powerful than you ever could imagine. I will even let you feed on me if you ask politely and only take what is necessary. As long as you use that power to help my cause. I might seem like an imbecile, but I’m a reasonable person. I make deals with gods and nobles. I’m great at compromise.”

I could see tension leave Astarion’s shoulders, “And here I thought we wouldn’t get along. You’re more cunning than I thought.”

“Normally I wouldn’t be this blunt about knowing so much of your personal business,” I smiled innocently, “But I needed you to know I wasn’t the gulabile little noble you believed me to be back then, or the harmless angel I was. That way our professional relationship could be built on a little respect.”

“Maybe more than just a ‘professional’ relationship,” Astarion smirked, “I am honest in my flattery you know.”

I let out a giggle, “We both know you’re not,” I turned away, “Goodnight ‘Little star’.”

I could feel his gaze on me. It was cold and harsh. I hadn’t earned his trust, but I had told him that we would play nice. Part of me was looking forward to him asking to sink in his fangs, if only to make him owe me.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #platonic #platonic fic #Noble Tav

[sweetmage]

WIP WMonday

I always forget to post a WIP on Wednesday, so how about now?

I bring you ✨️Gale Angst!!✨️

This is part of a yet unfinished Rhidyl/Gale longfic I've been chipping away at for a while. This chapter deals with the degradation and hopelessness Gale feels from having to feed the orb and his feelings of being a burden on those who care for him. Takes place in act 1 the evening after the third artifact fails to sate him.

WIP under the cut!

"If it's hungry," Rhidyl reached behind his neck, fiddling with the clasp of his precious pendant until it came undone, "then feed it. If one won't suffice then maybe two will do it." He presented the pendant to Gale, chain looped loosely around his fingers, it's prismatic gem dangling to lure his gaze.

Temptation stirred beneath Gale's skin, the throbbing in his chest bringing sweat to his palms. "I couldn't," he said, though he knew the lie was evident.

Rhidyl closed the gap between them, pushing the pendant into Gale's reluctant hands. "You can."

"Might I remind you that these sorts of offerings have diminishing returns? Desperate as I am, I can't sponge the last life from your valuable possessions for a mere temporary—and might I add, not guaranteed— bit respite."

But Rhidyl looked at him without doubt or uncertainty, even when Gale tried to press the pendant back into his hands. "Are you in any position to turn it down?"

The answer was obvious, especially when the hunger panged so strong that he nearly doubled over.

No. He wasn't.

"I've never seen you without this around your neck," Gale muttered, turning it over in his hands. "What is this to you?"

"Something I snatched from a neck less deserving. I won't lose sleep over it."

Gale stared into the glinting, shifting facets of the jewel as they caught the torchlight. "Be as flippant as you want, I know there's more to that story. Why do you carry it if not for sentimental value?"

"Because it's pretty and I like pretty things," Rhidyl answered with a shrug. "There is, of course, a practical aspect in it's cloaking capabilities, but I've hardly any need for that now. That's not sentimental, that's pragmatic. And so is this. Eat up."

Rhidyl always dripped lies and half-truths like beads from a cut string and this was surely no exception. Whatever Gale held in his hands was clearly not surface made nor a mere trinket.

The chain's silver was worked too finely and it's pendant too elegant for any simple bauble. When held close to his eye he could make out small, intricate Drowic inscriptions winding in spirals around the beveled edges.

But why, then, was Rhidyl so keen to part with it? This could not have been offered lightly and the right choice would be, of course, to decline. Yet the desperate hunger in him could not—would not—wait.

"Could you at least... turn away?" Gale asked, voice low and tinged with shame.

"If you'd prefer." Rhidyl obliged, turning his back and crossing his arms. "Nothing I've not seen before, though."

"That may be," Gale muttered, turning his attention back to the jewel. "But that doesn't mean I'm particularly fond of displaying the uglier sides of myself."

Rhidyl only shrugged again, a barely there twitch of his shoulders.

Clutching to what little dignity remained, Gale brought the pendant to his chest and pressed it to the searing flesh until it sunk into him and was greedily swallowed by the orb. There was a brief flash of heat and light, followed by the rush of energy that flooded his veins. His muscles spasmed and his fingers twitched, his vision briefly clouded, but as soon as the sensation hit him it passed.

The pain lingered, however. The ache in his bones, the sharp stabs in his joints, they were all still there. But the pendant was no more.

He stared down at his empty hand until his vision blurred. He couldn't help the bitterness that rose up, the despair and the shame. He blinked and his clouded vision coalesced into long held tears that fell into his open palm.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #oc: Rhidyl #jun wip

[insomniamamma]

Indulgence: Ezra x f!reader

A/N: initially written for @littleferal's writer's iron chef. I had to polish it up and expand it a little because I can't help myself. The prompt was "taking a bath together." I didn't quite have time to work the second prompt in, and I don't really know if it was something Artichoke would say. Also Cee is not really in this one. She is away at school in the Ephrate. Takes place after Fancy but before Christmas In The Ephrate. May run concurrent with parts of Seasonal. But it can stand alone.

Warnings: None. Really this is soft soft soft.

          Ezra is up early and moving around. This is nothing new. He's always been an earlier riser, awake and chipper no matter what local dawn is doing. Sounds and voices come through the bedroom wall. Nothing new, Ezra is friendly with the neighbors, someone comes along the road, gravel and rutted, and he'll call them over for coffee and a bit of gab. There are some other sounds that threaten to wake you further, thumps and bumps and the whine of some sort of power tool, but you find yourself slipping back under, the lure of more sleep stronger than your curiosity. Ez is probably puttering around, modifying the dropper.

          The house is slowly becoming a proper home. The three of you agreed on a standard colony dropper kit. Nothing too fancy. This is what we make of it, Ezra had said, it'll be hard work, but we're no strangers to that. No return boosters, just enough fuel in the tanks to guide the drop, to park her on your property. The dropper is built to be converted into a shelter. Empty fuel tanks converted become cisterns, cooling system pumps now draw water from the river. The RTG provides power to supplement the solar kit, and also warmth, heating for the winter, hot water in a near endless supply, it'll still be pissing out power when our grandkids are old and grey, said Ez.

         A prickly kiss to your temple wakes you. You stretch and slit your eyes open.

         "Hi," you say, a yawn drawing out the word.          "Hi yourself," says Ezra.          "Is it still morning?" You ask. Ezra smiles. You blink at the light coming through the window. It's taken some getting used to, the weather, the light, passage of time measured by the rising and setting of the local Sun and Moons,Greater and Lesser.          "Close to local noon," says Ezra, "You would sleep all day like a cat in a sunbeam if I let you."          "Hmph. It's not like we've got anywhere to be."          "No, but there is only so long I can be without your company," says Ezra, and taps the tip of your nose with his finger, knowing it will make you scrunch your face in frustration.          "Selfish."          "Perhaps," He takes your hand in his and gives you a little shake.          "Up you get, Prickle, I've got a surprise for you. Close your eyes." You reluctantly leave your blanket nest and let him lead you, his hand warm against the small of your back. You hear the creak of hinges, and then a warm wall of steam hits you, welcome on your chilled skin. Farhaven is colder than you're used to. Colder than the benches. But there is rain and snow and seasons, things you were starved for without even knowing.          "Open up those pretty peepers, Artichoke," he murmurs, nuzzled into your neck, his  lips brushing the tender skin below your ear.          "What the--I thought you sold the engine skirts for scrap!"          "An omission on my part," says Ezra, eyes crinkled and dancing with mirth. "The water's nice and hot. Hop in."

         A proper bathtub, fashioned from the cargo dropper's engine skirts, ugly welds but it holds water and you slip in with a groan that makes Ezra grin and close your eyes. Such indulgence was unimaginable on your home world and on the stations you've frequented. But here? There's a river outside your front door. Water clean and cool and good to drink. Your family back on Falnost would lose their collective minds at such waste.          "You like it?"          "Are you insane? You can practically swim in this fucking thing. I don't even wanna know what you traded for this."          "Jamie's oldest is apprenticed to a smith in town," says Ezra.          "We help with the Jessonroot harvest?"          "We help with the Jessonroot harvest."          "Worth it," you say and open your eyes, "You gonna get in or what?"          "Thought you'd never ask."

#ezra x f!reader #ezra x f!reader w/cee #prickle 'verse #prospect AU #lissie's iron chef #expanded on that submission

[cyberp-1-nk]

Okay...so I couldn't think of much so I'm bringing up an idea that I may have requested in the past but it was never written by myself or you yet, so why not?

This is also fluffy and kinda humorous so here we go! Ej and Addict! I hc that Ej not only has heats but periods where he kinda goes out of it and just gets feral kinda...like a cat. During these periods he tends to just be very needy affection wise and is very protective over things.

So Addict is chilling with Varrick and suddenly Ej appears and snatches Addict up. Varrick is pissed...obviously, Addict has no idea what's going on or what to do and Nightmare just thinks its funny. But Ej is just super cuddly and just holds Addict, and when he isn't holding her, he's following her around and anyone who tries to touch her he growls at. So Addict is just walking around the mansion with a feral demon trailing behind her like a shadow lmao-

This can end however you'd like, I was just looking forward to the jealous Varrick and Nightmare who is just escalating things...also the fluff...I'm in a fluffy mood-

(Tysm! And please take your time, your second request will be done soon btw!)

[ Affection - Simp Party ]

Warnings; None!

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; I wanna bully Varrick and EJ

Words; 2,040

"Anni~." Varrick whined, head perched on her shoulder as he pouted, undoubtedly giving her his infamous puppy eyes. He was trying to joke around, but Anni was trying to watch her show. 

"Varrick, stop, I mean it." She warned once more, arms crossed and something close to a scowl on her lips. "I have stuff to do."

"I love it when you get bossy with me~ You know that, but I reeeally need you right now." He said softly, nose brushing the shell of her ear as his hands gripped her waist. His low, seductive tone attempted to lure hrr away from her show and into his arms. To be fair, her show wasn't that important or urgent, and he knew that, she also knew that. But something inside her told her to pull his leash a little tighter, lest he become a spoiled man child who thought he could get her as he pleased, when he pleased. (Which he could, usually, but not this time.)

"Well, too bad, because I really need to finish watching this." Anni said firmly, letting him know that she wouldn't let it go so easily. 

"Can't you take a break?"

"Nope."

"But I can make you feel so good."

"Rain check on that."

Varrick huffed dejectedly, pausing the shoe in one last attempt to change her mind, placing the remote back when she didn't even look at him twice, despite usually being completely unable to tear her eyes away from him after he got rid of the distraction.

"Plus, you also have work to do. Trying to tempt me when you have stuff to do? You're such an idiot sometimes.." Anni scolded playfully, teasing him as he plopped himself next to her on the couch, turned away from her to sulk. She continued on with her, infinitely pleased with the outcome of teasing the one who usually teased her. Although he did start to become a bit annoying with all the nagging and constantly switching to increasingly unreasonable positions to get her attention. 

If he wasn't so hot, she would've shouted at him an hour ago, at least. All that to get her to play with his hair, and cuddle up beside him. He could be such a man child sometimes…

Right as she finally obliged to his words, and cuddled up beside him, lids shield his tired amber eyes from the light of the ceiling fan and his breathing slows to a comfortable pace. Anni's fingers brush back auburn locks as she traces his hair line from temple to nape with a touch so delicate it seemed like she could break him with even an ounce more of force.

They just lied there, cuddling, in front of an annoyed Jack. He could shout at them and get angry…but he could turn to Varrick to shout and start fussing. No, Jack was the one to sulk in the corner of the room. But he was so frozen at the scene, he just stood by the door of the living room, watching Anni roll her eyes at Varrick. Jack was so furious to the extent he felt his face go red in fury. In no time he’s probably going to have steam coming out of his ears. He was much more clingy and protective, he wanted to be affectionate with her.

He looked at her, just because her smile showed hints of drowsiness didn’t make it any less perfect. So warm and inviting. She tilted her head in his direction, something that made him wanna steal her away even more. However the man was still awake, and instantly realizing the current circumstances, falling asleep in Anni's arms once again. Jack sent the closest to a glare the demon's painted on eyes could manage. 

Right as he was about to fall asleep, his eyes snapped open upon noticing Anni had literally been abducted by the demon he despised..

"DAMN IT JACK! GIVE HER BACK—!" 

Nightmare started howling in laughter at their behavior, laughing and slamming her fist on the table attempting to contain her judgemental giggles at the way the two grown men were acting. Anni sank closer to him without asking much questions, wrapping her arms around his neck to wind through his hair, and planting a kiss on the soft skin beneath his ear. She felt his grin. Nightmare continued to laugh at their behavior, until Jack shot a 'glare' towards her….she was quiet for a moment, but then she just started laughing even louder.

“Sorry I took you, but I couldn’t let Varrick have you again,” he whispered quietly. "He…always has you." 

…

Anni's body is thrown onto his bed with a yelp. The brown haired demon hovers over you, 'eyes' boring into hers for a moment.  The intensity stops her breath, making her slightly fear what will come next.

"You haven’t paid any attention to me since I came home from the mission,” he mumbles, laying himself on top of her, his head on her chest and his arm circling on top of her body.  "All I wanted was to be next to you.“

Softening at his behavior, her fingers naturally thread into his soft hair tickling her face.  "Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Do I have to say it?” he snaps, “I haven’t even touched you all week, I missed you like crazy.”

"You're so silly," Anni teased in his ear before wrapping her arms around him and fully pulling him down onto the bed with you. His chuckle was light and sweet, something that always seemed to take her breath away. Lips were pressed to her forehead, resulting in a moan flying from her still cold lips. Anni wanted his warmth everywhere.

Not just one place, everywhere.

Hearing her satisfied moan, Jack trailed his warm lips down her face and towards her lips. “You're so cold,” he purred, huddling up even closer to her more in hopes of warming her up quicker now that they were both lying down. She nodded softly against his lips, eyes closed in the pure ecstasy of the warmth flooding her suddenly cold body. His lips finally landed on hers and thankfully, he kept them there.

Moving his lips slowly against hers, Anni began to feel the exchange of hrr temperatures. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer to her. Like a personal heater, Jack slightly hovered over her with his body still pressed against hers. His lips were rough and feverish against hers, the chilly temperature of her flesh reminding him to try to warm her up a bit more.

Anni mouth opened against his, the groan flowing between her teeth practically begging him to put his tongue inside of her mouth. Taking her moan as a clear sign, his warm tongue traveled between her lips and swiped at the insides of her cheeks. She giggled against him as the tip of his tongue tickled the top of her mouth. A smile tugged at her lips even more once she realized he had been purring.

Jack chuckled back as he pulled his tongue out before pressing a simple kiss against her now warmer mouth. "You feel better?” her body seemed to melt into his at the way the words rolled off his lips. She was in heaven, what with his warm and strong body pressed against her cold one. The freezing temperature of the room meant that no matter how hard he tried, she was still going to need him to stay warm.

Which he knew was her plan all along.

“How about we take a hot shower and then go to bed?” his breath fanned across her blissed-out face, but she didn’t care what the two did, as long as she was in his warm embrace. Jack smiled down at her, enjoying the joy he could bring her with affection, something he always thought he would despise. His left-hand drug down her face, coaxing her back into reality. 

“That sounds great Jack, just keep me warm.”

The slamming open of a door caught their attention, looking up from Jack's slightly hunched position and meeting the eyes of a jealous Varrick. "HEY! I had her first! I don't care if you're in your weird demon heat…just give her back!" the man-child yelled. He stomped over, leaving Anni staring at him blankly, and he seemed to have no reservations as he reached out and dragged her out of Jack's bed.

"How the fuck did you kno—" Jack cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Nightmare leaning in the doorframe with an overly cocky smirk, that just radiated mischievous energy. She felt like being a little snitch today, and decided to tell Varrick why Jack was being so clingy. He was definitely going to get back at her somehow…

Anni managed to escape both of their grasps, while they argued over who gets to have her today, and snuck her way next to Nightmare. The petty argument escalated immensely, as random objects were seen being flown across the room, random noises of shattering, and Jack undeniably growling at Varrick like some type of feral animal. 

Nightmare nudged at Anni's shoulder, "So a little birdie told me where Amber lives, and after all she's done to ruin your life, I was wondering if you wanted to ditch this place and egg her house with me?"

"Hell yeah!" 

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #anni and varrick hours #anni and ej hours #anni and nightmares friendship >>>> #theyre so cute help #i love bullying varrick

[misschimotosuwa-blog]

Snow White with The Red Hair chapter 16

Chapter re-cap and my thoughts reading it today ☺️💕

Ahhh! My sweet baby boy Prince Zen!!! I always try to avoid this chapter/episode because it hurts my sooooouuuullll, but I decided to bare through and read it today and gah!!! So good!! This chapter is so vital! Everyone thinks being a Prince is all luxury, you know? But here, we see the struggle that poor baby Prince Zen has to go through. This chapter takes us back in time to when Zen was 13. He has never been allowed to really socialize with anyone, especially those far below his ranking -- forbidden. But this adorable little punk/adventurer of course, sneaks out (jumping out a window I might add) and happens to meet a boy around his age, working at the palace. They continue to meet in secret for quite a few months I'd say? (We're not really sure of the time frame). And we watch these two little cuties bond, and basically become besties. One day, Atri, (the boy Zen's been sneaking out to see), informs Zen that his shift has changed from day to night, and asks him if he'd be able to sneak out to see him at that time -- Zen agrees. He then sneaks out the next night to see Atri, and finds him on the ground, out of breath, and terribly injured. Zen falls to his knees, wondering what has become of his friend. Bandits soon appear, and confess that they are the ones who attacked Atri -- as a means to lure Zen there, and threaten to kill him, if his older brother (Prince Izana, who I might add -- Ruined their way of life -- or so they say) does not come and show his face. Prince Izana soon shows up, the bandits threaten him for ruining their life, and Izana instantly shoots them down, roasts them, and tells them like it is. Obviously, they're triggered, and a whole battle breaks loose. And amidst all this... Atri... Prince Zen's best friend... Points a bow and arrow at him 🥺🥺😖😖. NOOOOOOO!!!!! But cutie patootie pie Zen refuses to fight back -- just stares at his friend in sadness, and in pain. Zen skillfully blocks the arrow with his sword, and his aide (bodyguard) disposes of Atri 🥺🥺🥺. And get this, you guysssssss 🥺😖 even after Atri shot at Zen... Zen instantly falls to his injured friend's side, in tears 🥺😭😭😭. Oh sweet baby. And then... And then Atri... His last words (you see on the picture)... Ahhhhh... "I wish... you'd never been born... a Prince." WAHHHHH. I started crying when I read that todayyyyy.

I've watched and read this story so many times you guys, and this scene still hits me. And this time, I think it may have hit me in another way. It wasn't his flipping choice. He was just born into it. He doesn't even want this position. Even when he's older in the story. He still does everything to get away, at times, to try to feel like a normal person. Can you even imagine? Finally finding someone you thought you really related to and were close with... Draw a weapon at you... Just because of where you stand in life?? I can't... Ow ow my heart 🥺😭😖😫. I have so much effing respect for Zen. He's had to go through sooooo much crap due to his position. Yet he stands strong, and upholds his Princely duties (most of the time anyway hahahaha). And he's been able to be patient and wait, and finally find people he can love and trust. And that also hit me different this time. I myself have tried with many people for relationships and friendships alike, and almost ALL have "betrayed" me in one way or another. And it's the hardest thing to get back up, and to be patient, and to have faith, that one day you WILL find people you can surround yourself with who don't want to use you, they just want you for you, as you are, totally and completely and this is what Mitsuhide tries to explain to Zen at the end of the chapter.

My goodness it's so cute, AHHHHH!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ kudos to Prince Zen!!! He is a true light and example ☺️ what a powerful chapter! (Sorry to anyone offended that I didn't talk about Mitsuhide, when this is literally his chapter on how he met Zen and everything... And don't get me wrong, that's amazing and super important, it just didn't hit as hard this time, ya feel?).

p.s. sorry for the bad pics, I have hardcopy manga, not digital 😅😜✌️

#manga thoughts #manga #snow white with the red hair #akagami no shirayukihime #zen wisteria

[redtail-lol]

Sorry to post over myself so quickly but I need to talk about All Lives Matter and how absolutely disgusting I find them for their manipulative nature that lures people in who don't know better

Let's go back to 2016. I'm not even 11 years old yet and I have internet access for the first time. I'm a little white kid who's none the wiser about the true racial injustices still present in the world, and the only racism I know exists is some assholes out there that truly have no power. In short, I'm the easiest target that isn't racist yet. I can be sucked in and I can have my mind slowly poisoned with prejudice.

The first way ALM sucks you in is by its name. Black lives matter vs All lives matter. On its own, the statement that black lives matter doesn't negate other lives mattering. But when ALM introduces itself, it looks like BLM is claiming that black lives are the only ones that matter. That's how it looked to oblivious baby redtail. They use a nice phrase, that all lives matter, not just black ones, to catch you. Especially if you're white- you feel more included by them. It's a trick but it works.

The next thing they do is they start making up lies. They'll create strawmen of BLM, they'll use the extremists that may not even be real as the faces of the movement, claim BLM hates white people and they all want to kill white people, they paint the whole movement as a hate group. And none of it is true. When you're a smarter person, who understands fallacies and can really understand things, you see these tricks and you don't fall for it.

When you're a ten year old white kid, who has never been online before now and is unaware of systemic racism, you fall for it hook line and sinker.

ALM's next job is to slowly ease you into prejudice by spreading lies that start off not too blatantly bad about the black community. But it just gets worse and worse and the goal, eventually, is to turn people who entered as oblivious into racists.

What got me out, I don't remember, but it may have been some of the more blatant racists that I saw pretty early on before I could be eased into it. Or it might have been BLM supporters talking about how BLM doesn't believe other lives don't matter, they just want to shed light on the lives that are being threatened the most. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

The All Lives Matter movement is deceptive. It's not just for racists because they don't make it blatantly racist. They trap the people who are blind to real racism by seeming like the better group at first glance, by having a kinder name, and spreading misinformation. Then they shape you into someone who's racist, at without even noticing your prejudice at first. They'll use more lies, false evidence, and scare tactics. And it sucks that the people who can't spot their fallacies, and don't realize what they're doing, are kids. Kids who just got online and they don't know any better. Kids who are easy to influence into being racist if done right. Kids who lack the ability to see through fallacies and are likely to fall for them

Little red fell for it.

#all lives matter #alm #tw alm #tw all lives matter #cw all lives matter #blm #black lives matter #support blm #fuck alm #it's not the left indoctrinating kids #if alm folks see this fuck you!!

[queenofstelena]

Eternal

Summary: Hi, I wanted to request a one-shot where Stefan and Elena are dating and Caroline Jealous and she manipulates and makes Elena insecure. (This is a request I got on Wattpad and I decided that I wanted to post it on here as well!)

Notes: I don't hate Caroline I promise this was just a request! :)

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes.

Warning(s): Fluffy and Protective Stefan

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you enjoy <3

Caroline's POV

History Class

'Why is it always Elena, why is it never me? I'm always second choice! Why does she deserve to get the guy and I don't? Caroline thought to herself, I need to do something. But the question is what?' I kept tapping on my desk with my fingers trying to come up with a plan. I looked back at Elena and Stefan they were entranced into each other's eyes as if no one was in the room. Then suddenly I thought if I can't have him no one can, so I'll just lure Elena and feed her some lies about him and vampires in general. But you know what they say to every lie there is a truth hidden inside. Since we're best friends she has no reason not to trust me after all I have her best interest at heart. I smirked to myself as Mr. Saltzman walks into the classroom starting the lesson.

Later after school

🧸 CareBear 🧸

Hey, do you want to come over? I know it's been pretty crazy lately and I thought it'd be a good way to catch up. And by the way it's just going to be us.

Lena

Sure! I would love to! What time?

🧸CareBear 🧸

Perfect! How about 3:30?

Lena

3:30 sounds great! :)

Later (3:30)

I open the door and Elena smiles warmly. I know I need to keep up the charade so I say "Elena, it's so good to see you come in." I give her a big hug and we walk into my house. I lead her to my living room and we both sit down on the couch. "Elena, the real reason I asked you here was to talk to you about your relationship about Stefan."

"Why?" She asks, confused looking up at me.

"Well, I'm worried about Stefan's intensions."

"Care, you don't have to worry Stefan wouldn't ever hurt me or you." But little does Elena know he already has. "Elena, let me finish I don't want to be harsh but apparently I have too especially since your my best friend."

"Elena he's just using you to pass the time, your his toy, again he's using you, and Vampires don't commit they don't want to live happily ever after or build a family they just want to go and rip someone's head off especially Stefan I mean he is the Ripper of Monterey after all AND your too maternal to not be a mother, Vampires can't even procreate." I say sharply.

"Caroline Stefan isn't like that how you you say that after all that he's done for you?" Elena says looking disgusted.

"Elena you know I'm just trying to look out for you!"

"Look out for me? This isn't looking out for me no even close. And honestly, stop looking out for me because it's not working." Elena says angrily stalking out of the house. I pretended to look worried and upset or even distraught over this fight or talk while running up to the door fame attempting to catch up with Elena. I think it may of worked knowing Elena she think about this conversation over and over. And if my plans defiantly come to pass Elena out insecurities and worry will break up with him.

Elena's POV

God, why'd Caroline tell me this. I don't know what to think. I say running my hands in my hair. I that there are good vampires but I also know there are Vampires like Damon who don't exactly care about Human life at all. Does he even want to be with me? I need to stop but at the same time I can't stop.

I'm confused I don't know what to think anymore, I don't know who to think or believe Stefan or Caroline? I don't know, should I believe my best friend who I've known since I was in diaper's or my boyfriend the person I love most in this world. I carelessly toss my phone onto my night stand and fling myself onto my bed and I cry letting all my emotions set free.

The Next Few Days

I've been avoiding him, I just can't face him, I don't want to lose him but I'm scared I already have. All because of Caroline making me insecure uhhh I hate her at the moment. I'm pretty sure Stefan's been watching me and trying to find the time to catch up with me. But I'm gone before he can especially since he doesn't want everyone to know he's Vampire but if he did he would've just vamp speed to me. I know I sound indecisive but I'm scared to face him I'm scared that he doesn't want anything to do with me, even through the other part of me knows he wouldn't give up that easily. I just don't know what to do.

Stefan's POV

Elena's been avoiding me, I can tell I mean it's quite obvious. I just wish I knew why? She started acting weird after she talked to Caroline...Oh my god she must have said something to her.

Flashback

Lena

Hey, Stef I'm going to Caroline's tonight she wanted to catch up I'd thought I'd tell you

Prince Charming

Ok, I hope you have fun love

Lena

:)

Back to Stefan's POV

What did Caroline do?! I need to talk to Elena. I've been watching her, I think I may have found a place where she goes where she doesn't expect I knew. I'm really worried about her, whatever Caroline said wasn't good. I could feel my blood boil just saying the blonde's name, somehow I just knew she had something to do with this.

Elena was walking in the hallway away from the Women's bathroom at the time she hadn't been looking where she was going and I bumped into her huh how ironic and funny a twist a fate this is how we met except she was coming out of the Men's Bathroom originally and she had already walked a few feet from the Women's Bathroom. But you get my point.

"Stefan" She breathed softly, she had looked like she was crying. "We need to talk." I whisper back softly. She bit her lip but she agreed. I lead her into an empty classroom. I cut to the chase and asked her "What's been going on Elena? Why have you been avoiding me?" I ask. She couldn't look at me in the eye she kept looking in different directions she finally spoke up and said "Caroline, when I talked to her she didn't want to have a girls night of any sorts she sat me down and said Stefan is just using you, he doesn't love, he doesn't want to build a life with you at all your just his toy, and I'm just trying to protect you. I didn't know to believe or think I just didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry Stefan." Elena says with tears in her eyes. My heart broke into a million pieces watching this. I lifted her chin up to meet my gaze, "Elena, never feel like you can't talk to me I will never judge you," I look deeply into her chocolate brown eyes I slowly lean in and softly kiss her putting my hand onto her cheek. It felt as if it had been an eternity since our lips met, everything was complete, everything was perfect. We broke apart, she smiled dreamily at me and vise versa.

"Elena, I want you to know I love you, no matter what and I want to spend the rest of my eternity, my life with you." Before know it felt like eternity before she smiled like this, her face seemed as if a ghost occupied it while I was gone and again vise versa it wasn't the same without one another. We were almost like two hearts together without the other we would feel like a million broken pieces but clearly were now together again.

"I love you too Stefan," This time she leaned in and I was engulfed into a passionate but sweet and blissful kiss.

Later

Narrator's POV

The door bell rang, Caroline came downstairs to open the door to find a vengeful Stefan Salvatore. "We need to talk." Instead his time Stefan wasn't so soft with his words. Stefan then continues "I don't care if you like me or if you don't think Elena deserves me but I love her and she loves me and if you ever hurt her of any sorts I will be ready to snap your neck without a second thought if even you've known her since you were children. In that moment it was as if Ripper or no humanity Stefan was back but of course he wasn't Mr. Salvatore just doesn't like anyone messing with his lady. Caroline nods quickly, "Good, I hope you have a wonderful day." Stefan flashes a smile and stalks off meeting Elena in the car leaving a very surprised Caroline Forbes.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #stelena #nina dobrev #paul wesley #stelena fanfic #stelena fanfiction #stefan x elena #stefan elena #elena and stefan #stefan and elena #stelena shippers club #requested #request #wonderful mutuals 💖 #requested by one my friends <3

[jeweledstone]

Update on the hunt for Neovil: A temporary victory

Here’s a little update regarding the ongoing Neovil arc of my dreams so far.

Lately I’ve been trying this tactic of trying to “lure” Neovil into whatever dream I might have that night so I can confront him via sleeping with this Jevil plushie I have alongside my Spamton one. Tonight, it finally seemed to work cause he showed up in one of the dreams I had fully intent on beating my ass.

At this time in this verse, me and my family were temporarily living in this bunker in the woods where he NORMALLY wouldn’t be able to find me while some other reality benders were training me to be able to actually have a chance at fighting him. And I say NORMALLY cause it was in that dream that he was able to track me down and basically blow up the bunker we were staying in. No one got hurt, thank god, but it left us pretty fucking vulnerable to whatever he was gonna do next.

I remember he ended up getting close enough to attack me via disguising himself as another person I knew (which is apparently a thing he’s capable of, which is scary af). It was around then that he tried to possess me in order to force me to attack my family but a couple of the reality benders I was training under were able to help literally pull him out of my body. After this incident he seemed to have retreated for now and I was very close to full panic mode so I forced myself awake on instinct.

Now, as you may know, I tend to have little auditory hallucinations for a few seconds after I wake up from a dream, usually said auditories are related to said dream. This time was no different, with me hearing Neovil’s voice threatening to hurt my family if I didn’t go back to sleep to face him. Worried about the well-being of those I love, I did just that only for him to possess me again while I was still getting used to the dream world (I tend to have a moment or two where I can’t see anything or move properly while shifting from the physical realm to the dream one). That dream ended up ending with me forcing myself awake yet again before I lost control, the last thing I said being “I have to wake up, HE is inside me.”

So now, according to the audio I heard after waking up once again, Neovil is currently contained in my head, unable to take control or even escape due to how our reality works (much to his dismay). As far as I’m aware he won’t be able to get out until I go back to sleep tonight. If anything, at least the multiverse is safe for now, even if it’s only a short 12 or so hours.

#jewel's dream journal #neo shut the fuck up #neovil #unreality #‘ask to tag’ #for anyone worrying about my mental state I’m fine I know it’s ‘just a dream’ #think of this as me recounting a movie I saw or something