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moonit3 · 2 months

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୨⎯ "MISS POPULAR AND MISS NOBODY" ⎯୧

➽ context warnings: yandere female, wlw!, afab! reader, nsfw, reader encourages the yandere behavior, mentioned murder, masturbation (f!), fingering, mentioned stalking, breaking in, yandere stealing personal items from reader,

➽ word count: more than 2.5k

➽ synopsis: a lost sketchbook brings the two most unexpected people into a unexpected relationship.

➽ yandere! loser girl x popular! reader

➽ a/n: sorry for the long wanting, guys. there were a few problems with my college’s website and I almost lost my spot (but luckily i managed to fix it) and also, got a little depressed with penacony (T-T). but here is another collab with @taeee0902 that I really happy to have written it! however, I changed a few things close to the ending since i felt if I wrote more, things would’ve taken a wrong lead (leaving an open ending(?)) and also, i got lazy (sorry for that). but i hope u guys enjoy it! also tell me if there is any mistake as i wrote this in middle of the night.

➽ inside the library, at the one of the darkest corners of the old building, there is a young woman studying on her art. mumbling to herself about putting extra details on it as she struggles to find more ideas to finish her work before the deadline next week. her eyes couldn’t help but start getting tired after she spend an amount of her money on buying energy drinks to keep herself awake for the rest of the day.

➽ a place like the library was supposed to be quiet, somewhere safe to the rest of the loud and rude students go the campus, but not today. it’s seems those popular kids decided to come over and ruin her peace in less thanks five minutes. however her attention towards the art project got better after buying a large cup of coffee, so daisy pay no mind towards those idiots.

➽ the group of popular kids whisper to each other about the weird girl sitting by herself, saying nasty things about her looks and dark circles under her eyes, already imagining how her dormitory might look like full of dirty and smelly. all of them laughing and smiling about daisy, but not you, instead of making fun of her like anyone else wouldn’t do, you just watch the girl working on something behind the piles of books at the table. she looks kinda cute when focusing, with her tongue out of her mouth and the headphones covering her ears to prevent hearing from hearing anyone talking about her looks.

➽ it’s clear there is something on daisy that calls you, she makes you feel weird feelings that you never felt before with anyone else. the voices of your so called friends become muffled inside your head, now you could only hear the faint song coming out of her headphones, making you wonder about the taste in music she has. maybe she enjoy classic music? probably electronic or perhaps a genre that you don’t know the existence of?

➽ your eyes couldn’t move away from her, not when her body keeps moving in rhythm with the songs playing in her headphones as she works at her personal works. your mind keeps telling to step up and talk with her about anything, however you couldn’t, not when your own body isn’t obeying your orders. after hours and hours on her own little world, she packed her things to leave the library and return to her dormitory.

➽ however, she forget a small notebook at the table and when your friends leave to go to a party, you didn’t hesitate to take and put it inside your backpack before finally returning back to the sorority house and preparing yourself to go to bed after a long day of studying. however that didn’t happened.

➽ your fingers traced on the lineart on the cover. it’s feel wrong to see a piece of art without the artist’s permission, but you needed to find a way to contact the owner and luckily, you find something. a phone number and quickly, you called the mysterious girl to ask if tomorrow would be a perfect timing to give her sketchbook back…and as expected, she agreed to meet you up at the library, at the same spot she forget the sketchbook.

➽ when tomorrow arrived, daisy couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed about this whole encounter. sitting an empty bench, her mind is playing tricks on her about the person might never appear and keep her precious sketchbook to themselves—then a more rational part of the mind forces her to calm down, taking deep breaths before opening her eyes to see a figure standing in front of her.

➽ the smell of sweet perfume and the aura of an angel makes daisy realize the person who has her book is no other than mrs. popular girl, the girl who everyone wants to be and the person who everyone wants to kiss. oh no, she can already imagine the ill words you are going to say at her art and so, daisy prepares herself to be massacred by you….but you don’t.

➽ instead, words of kindness came out from your lips. you explained that you’ve taken a look inside her art—feeling guilty of such act, but at the same time, proud that you have found a great artist like her. “i never thought that ive found someone who uses acrylic markers so well as you! and the way you used post-it to cover up some mistakes is your signature? ahhh…is that how people call it?”

➽ every word coming out of your lips makes daisy feel special, for the first time since she remembers, someone has not only treat her art normally (without making fun of it) and for the first time ever, a person haven’t downgraded her as a lower level. she won’t admit, but it’s really cute seeing your cheeks blush when trying to find unique words to describe some of the art inside the sketchbook.

➽ clap! she closes the notebook to look up at your face, lips fully closed and staring down at her pale skin now red of embarrassment. “t-thank you, [name].” damn it! she wasn’t supposed to stutter in front of you. “and there is no problem that you’ve look into my sketchbook. but i need to go, bye!” without hesitating, daisy made her escape and left you standing you at the park. thinking about the unusual nature of daisy.

it’s been days since daisy has met you and still, she wasn’t able to forget about your lovely smile. her mind couldn’t forget the faint feeling of obsession passion growing inside her heart, making her cheeks red of only thinking about your presence.

the pages of the sketchbook are full of art of your face, smiling directly at the artist. post-it covers some more explicit drawing of your body, all filled of bites, scratches and of course, positions of your body in situations she would never speak out loud. it’s wrong to draw someone like this, she knows. however, as much daisy keeps telling herself to stop, she can only continues to draw more of your body like this, imagining what you looks underneath those fancy outfits.

“i’m sorry,” she said to herself, pulling her panty to the side, already touching her clit while thinking about you. “i-i’m sorry, [name]…” the newly feeling of wetness around her genitalia made easy to slick a finger inside, sensing the warmth of her inner walls.

she can’t put more than one finger without tearing the hymen, but it’s already enough to pleasure herself by it. “hmm-“ the juice leaking allows daisy part her clit apart to take a better look of her pussy when staring at the mirror, admiring the juice leaking from it. “[n-name]!”

daisy can already imagine it. having you above her body and giving orders for what to do to make you happy. her mind playing tricks on her whatever her finger reach a new spot to touch, making the whole body curves with moan and whines escaping from the lips.

it’s didn’t took much time for her orgasm to come, leaving fluids on her finger and wetting the white sheets of the bed. her breath is completely gone when laying down at the bed, not wanting to get up and look at herself at the mirror, but something more strong makes her gain enough stronger to walk towards the mirror.

a disheveled hair covering one of her eyes, cheeks completely red and of course, thighs dirty of her cum that haven’t stop dripping from her clit. never in millions years, daisy believed that she would touch herself in an intimate manner like this, specially towards another girl…but now, daisy knows she is capable of doing anything towards [name].

things aren’t going easy to you, not when the most comfortable hoodie of your has gone missing! how are you supposed to rest after a long day of study without wearing your most precious piece of clothing? you even placed it above behind the door to not forget.

“have you searched everywhere?” one of your friends would asked, worried about the smile missing from your face.

“of course i did! i looked everywhere, even under my bed!” you cried, sad that you’ve now to wear some of the guy’s hoodie in a failed attempt to comfort you. “how am i going to sleep in peace? I can’t buy another hoodie, not when that one have so memories of good times.”

your friends stayed quiet, feeling bad when they have no solutions to your problem. all of them thought for a while, wondering if there is a way to solve the mystery.

“wait! what if you are sleeping walking?” one of the girl suggested, bringing everyone’s attention towards her. “your sleeping form probably hide your hoodie someway you can’t find while awake. so why not set your webcam on to caught you?”

the idea was great, but not their suggestion to your sleepwalking. after classes, you set up the webcam camera to let you catch whoever is behind the missing hoodies (and panties, but you omitted this part from them) and now, you’ve just to wait for the mystery person to show up when you went to attend classes.

with you attending classes for the rest of the day, daisy waste no time to raid inside your apartment by the window. her eyes grown bigger when seeing another hoodie with your scent just laying on the bed.

jumping into the mattress, daisy couldn’t resist the smell of your perfume all over the sheets and so, she began sniffing it and moaning your name while hugging one of your pillows, clearing imaging that is you instead of the fluffy pillow.

“[name]…” your scent never leaves her nostrils, not with her body almost melting into your sheets to become one within it. “you change your perfume, didn’t you? now, you smell even more perfect. just like flower in the middle of the springs.”

she wishes to stay inside your apartment forever, watch your life while hiding inside the wardrobe to protect you from the dangerous people who dare to touch you inappropriately. but, she can’t do that. daisy has the goal of graduating, becoming a famous artist to be the breadwinner when she marries you in a soon future.

feeling her body gain extra energy, daisy leaves your bedroom by the window, but not before grabbing a few personal items to her shrine. completely unaware that her actions were recorded by her own object of obsession.

when you return home after a long day of studying, you become surprised to see daisy roaming all over your room. seeing her stealing the dirty underwear from the laundry basket and even laying down at your bed! oh, is that weird?

yes, but your heart speaks otherwise. watching the recording of the loner girl invading your privacy to her own likes and doing all of her perverts acts makes you feel good, something that you never felt to someone else.

she is so pretty when sniffing your belongings! anyone else would find it weird to see someone doing that, but not you—you find daisy quite cute doing it when thing no one is watching… perhaps, will she go even further if you let her steal more of your stuff? you hope so.

since that day, you began leaving the bedroom messier than before. clothes scented by your usual smell are long gone from the wardrobe, the newly used toys that you’ve brought to tease yourself after classes go missing too. you can only imagine what daisy is doing with those presents you have left behind.

➽ with the exams and classes over, a beach party is thrown to celebrate the end of the semester and of course, you were invited and daisy waste no time to followed you around the party, hiding in the shadows to protect you from anyone who dares to hurt you. the black haired girl doesn’t know that you are aware of her presence, making things even more interesting.

➽ daisy admirers your body dancing in the middle of the room, but at the same time, feeling guilty to be looking at you with lust just like the others. deep down, she knows that she is no different from those who dares to look at you like you are some prey to be tasted, however, daisy isn’t the type to let it go of you so easily.

➽ after dancing for a long time, you decided to rest at one of the rooms upstairs and daisy waste no time by following you. inside of the suite, daisy enters the room in silence and scan the interior, simultaneously looking for a place to hide and your whereabouts. despite her eyes looking at each corner, the black haired girl doesn’t can’t find you anywhere. did she imagined you walking here?

➽ before any reaction could take place, daisy found herself ensnared in surprise, arms wrapping around her small body, putting her into an embrace. cheeks fully red when she realize that it’s you who is holding her, feeling your breath behind her neck. is this really happening? this can’t be a dream, daisy is praying for this to be real.

➽ “daisy, daisy, daisy…�� she let her guard down, letting you freely take advantage of the situation to hug her body. “i never expected to see you around here. but, i can’t deny that i am really happy to see you here.”

➽ she doesn’t move. her body stay in place when feeling your hands getting down at her black shorts, untying it to let your hand roam free around inside her panty. it’s makes her body squeal when a finger touch the tip of her clitoris, making her almost melt with it.

➽ “hmm—“ before any of her moans could take over the room, your lips meet hers, dragging her into daisy’s first kiss. it’s feel weird, she thinks, but at the same time…it’s better than she ever imagined! she lets you take control over her body, knowing that you have more knowledge than her.

➽ daisy could feel her body get redder and hotter by the instant you push her to the bed, wasting no time to unbutton the plaid shirt to display the cute black bikini and then to remove her bikini bottoms to take a closer look at her cunt. the night haven’t start and she is already dripping.

➽ a smile slowly make to your lips. to think that daisy was probably so overwhelmed by this situation makes you wonder about how aroused she is. “don’t worry, sweetie.” your finger touches her clit, rubbing it against her walls, but not taking too deep to hurt her. “i’m going to be gentle, okay?”

➽ she nodded. “j-just touch me, please—” there is tears coming out of her eyes when a finger of yours manage to touch a soft spot of her inner walls, words are replaced by whimpers. as you continue to pump your two fingers inside her, daisy couldn’t hold her voice back. it didn’t took much to her moans to echoed all over the room and would probably reach downstairs too if the songs aren’t that loud.

➽ a high pitched scream warned about her incoming orgasm. her cum all over your palm when she finally stops squirting, attempting to regain her breath, cheeks full of redness as she musters enough courage to lift her face and meet yours.

➽ her trembling hands move to hold your hips closer to hers, not leaving a space between your bodies when daisy managed to speak. “can w-we continue it? please, i really need you.” the shyness and embarrassment of her face is gone, replaced by obsession and desire. and you are loving it.

➽ you couldn’t be happier seeing daisy right below your body, ready to take anything you have been planning for the past couple of weeks, even if those things could lead to dangerous acts. she is right inside your palm, ready to be played and loved by you only.

➽ “really?” your hips began to move, dirtying your bottoms with daisy’s fluids and making her whine a bit. “if that’s what you want~” playing with her perky chest, a smile make it way to your lips when going down to her lips, leaving a fainted mark of lipstick on her. “then i will make it an unforgettable night for you, daisy.”

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portraitofadyke · 5 months

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I think the reason so many Izzy stans struggle to understand the Izzy callout posts is because in their mind, what we are trying to say is that Izzy is a super obvious abuser and Ed is an innocent little victim.

Their dynamic is obviously way more complicated than that. This show is full of immensely layered characters - something that makes it so unique. Ed and Izzy are complicated, too. It would have been easy to make Izzy a power hungry abuser and Ed the obeying, scared victim.

But it's their power dynamic that makes this so interesting and complicated. Ed is clearly the one in power to most people, and yes, he is Izzy's boss and Captain and he holds power over him, too. But Izzy holds the power right back. I saw the comparison of Izzy being a fame hungry manager of a celebrity, (@57flagsofdeath), somebody who just wrings them dry, ignorant of their suffering, and it stuck with me (pls tag the person if you know them). Ed is Blackbeard, history's greatest pirate, and Izzy's just his First mate, his second-in-command.

And Ed is clearly tired of that persona, Izzy sees that he's at the end of his rope, seeing death as his next adventure, and the moment he steps on the Revenge and sees that Stede does things differently, he is estatic.

Another person here did a very good post how both Izzy and Ed are victims of toxic masculinity, and on board of the Revenge, Ed starts shedding his. We know that Ed's been 'more crazy' for a while and Izzy is fed up with him. For Izzy, there is no Blackbeard and Ed, there is just Blackbeard. Happiness, giddines, being open and excited and soft or God forbid, falling in love for an even softer man is not masculine, and it's not worthy of Blackbeard.

Izzy knows Ed is happy with Stede, he admits so in his inner monologue in s6. That's what makes him want to kill Stede even more.

This episode is honestly, along with The Innkeeper, is the only proof I need to prove that the show intends to compare Izzy to Ed's father and Hornigold. Izzy is in clear parallel with Ed's father hurting his mom while Ed just hopelessly watches, just like when Izzy attempts to murder Stede despite Ed calling him off. And what does Ed do to his father? Murders him. That's once again parallel to Ed shooting Izzy in the leg in s2.

Izzy is manipulative and he plays into Ed's Blackbeard persona. He diminishes Ed's needs and happiness to wank off over Blackbeard and his competence and masculinity. I am not saying here that Ed never does anything wrong, or that he never hurts anyone. this relationship, this dynamic is bad for the both of them. But Ed clearly projects his daddy issues on this older pirate who probably showed him the ropes of what it means to be a pirate and then decided to manage his persona and control what's good for Blackbeard, not for Ed. If Ed weren't terrified of Izzy, or his disapproval, at least a little bit, why would he just watch as Izzy fights Stede, despite the tender moment in the bathtub? because Izzy reminds him of his own dad in so many ways he feels hopeless sometimes.

But the time in Stede's presence changed Ed. It showed him things can be done differenly, despite what Izzy and Hornigold and his dad showed him. He can be tender, and soft, and vulnerable and he can be loved for being Ed. When Stede leaves him on the dock, despite being heartbroken, Ed doesn't get violent. Quite the opposite, he sulks in a pillow fort, writes sad songs and sings. Worse, he shows his vulnerable side to the crew. He tells them to call him Ed. Izzy doesn't care for Ed. Ed can die, for all he cares.

Izzy knows how to push his buttons. Yes, Ed is Blackbeard, and all his planning and maiming and violence and smoke and mirrors, but Izzy is always there to whisper in his ear, to remind him that Ed means nothing to people unless he plays Blackbeard.

My point is, Izzy is clearly shown to be abusive, not in the way most people imagine. he doesn't beat Ed, instead he constantly undermines him, threatens him, does anything he can to deny him happiness. He's emotionally abusing Ed, making him feel like he's nothing without Blackbeard, going as far as killing his significant other and selling him out to the Navy.

I think where people get confused is they think Izzy genuinely cares for Ed in S1. He doesn't. It's not until s2, when Ed is at his lowest, so far retracted into the Blackbeard persona the only thing he can do is destroy himself that he realizes what he's done. Izzy has something of a clarity moment. He knows he fucked up. We all have different opinions about Izzy's small redemption, but even the goddamned character you all try to defend knows he fucked up. Izzy knows he's done Ed wrong for years. Izzy knows the power he holds over Ed.

Izzy and Ed are not your typical form of abuse, and Ed is not the perfect victim, and people serioulsy struggle with that to the point of coming up with fairy tales where Izzy is the only Good Guy in the show who didn't deserve to get shot, Ed is bound to be domestically violent and Stede should just die, really. And that's. That's the exact opposite of what the show is telling us, quite clearly. You don't even have to read in between the lines. S2 has been kind to Izzy, made him come to terms with his mistakes, and even grow a bit (even though it was a bit rushed, but again, budget cuts), the least you can do is be happy with his ending where he got to die surrounded by people who will all shed a tear for him and send him off, something s1 Izzy, who was about to be thrown overboard tied to an anchor, would never get. Maybe actually watch the show?

#ofmd meta #ofmd #the izcourse #I'm growing tired of this grandpa #it's not hard to understand that abuse is not always the same and comes in many complicated forms #if you don't get that go back to mcu movies or something

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belphiesgirlfriend · 9 months

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Obey me! Brothers music taste headcanons

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more like ramblings than headcanons tbh but i had this stuck in my head and needed to get it out, also feel free to send requests for diff headcanons!

Cw’s: none!

Little bit satirical (i over exaggerate sometimes cuz it’s funny) but pretty in character overall i thinkk

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Lucifer:

• You know this motherfucker listens to classical music and classical music only cuz he’s boring

• Okay but jokes aside i see him listening to like 30’s 40’s 50’s music especially the love songs.

• Like straight up fallout 4 soundtrack music, he’d listen to it while doing paperwork or unwinding

• He’d definitely be really prideful (no duh) about his taste in music, he’d feel all fancy and refined when he tells people

• Type of dude to be like “modern music simply can’t compare to the classics…” shut up grandpa we get it u know bach’s zodiac sign, penis size, and mothers maiden name

• Wants to be different so bad, he’d strictly listen to music from his vintage record player or some shit cause it’s the “most authentic” way to listen, fr acts like a manic pixie dream girl (he’d hit me upside the head if he heard me say that sorry luci🫶)

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Mammon:

• r&b and spanish music

•but i feel like he’d like 2000s party music from all the clubbing and casinos

• def a weekend listener and like 90’s rap

• but also like i wouldn’t be surprised if he listened to some 90s rock too

• he’d listen 2 sublime or nirvana or local h (i’m projecting on the last one)

• but anyways he’d be a #1 rihanna fan he’d blast her music in his room but then deny liking her💀make it make sense!!

• also he knows her best album is loud CAUSE HE HAS TASTE!!

• also tyler the creator i get the vibe he’d love him

• kali uchis fan too

•ALSO i feel like he had a phase where he listened to juice wrld and was like “these cheating lying females….” after he got his heart broken by a witch YOU CANG TELL ME IM WRONG😭😭 it’s okay though cause he’s embarrassed by it now

• oh childish gambino too duh forgot about him

ALSO LET ME MENTION DINERO IS LITERALLY HIS SONG ITS ACTUALLY HIS

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Levi:

• this one’s gonna be real fucking short IM SORRYYY

• he listens to anime openings and game soundtracks strictly

• that’s literally all i can think of dude

• he’d be like “i don’t have time for normie music…”

• his room is literally that old caramelldansen meme from 2019/2020

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Satan:

• this one was harder for me to pinpoint

• first instinct would be classical music but it’s canon he likes ska music too so 🤷‍♀️

• i really do feel like he’d listen to all types of music, like a true jack of all traits, if he likes it he likes it so his playlist is allllll over the place

• for some reason i get a vibe he’d really like 80s music in particular though

• the song that pops into my head is who can it be now? by men at work idk why

• maybe even older music i feel like he’d like sam cooke

• OH both him and belphie would like mazzy star and fiona apple idk why but they would

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Asmo:

• okay crucify me for this one but…mitski I JUSG FEEL LIKE HE WOULD

• but i also see him loving lady gaga a lot cuz he has taste

•omg he’d listen to old katy perry too

•but yea also probably lil nas x he’d have a celeb crush on him

• oh tyler the creator too with his gay ass, him and mammon both love him, they def have done a duet to see u again

• he’d be a barb probably defend nicki too😭

• and as much as it pains me to say it, he’d fucking listen to ayesha erotica and be like “this is so good!!!”, hed post a devilgram story with one of her songs and then get cancelled on twitter

• “I made a severe and continuous lapse of judgement…” and then did the same thing a week later

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Beel:

• type of guy when you ask him what music he listens to he goes “idk i don’t really listen to music”

• he legitimately looks up “hype playlist” on youtube to work out and that’s the extent of it

• really can’t see him being a big music guy

• if u invited him to a concert or something he’d go though for food

•he’d give you a piggy back ride so u can see better

• tbh if u were to put on music he would not care much no matter how good/bad it is

• you could walk in on him working out and literally listening 2 cbat or some shit

• HE LITERALLY IS CBAT GUY😭 he’d be like “i always use this song when i’m working out..

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Belphie:

• emo fucker

• i feel like he’d like emo/ 90s rock ( but more “rockish” than mammons 90’s rock)

• but he’d also love any more relaxing music with softer vocals

• he’d be a deftones fan I KNOW GHATS FUCKING BASIC AND UR ROLLING UR EYES BUT LISTEN

• they have the combination of 90s rock but also more soothing calming vocals, theyd literally b perfect

• and for that reason his favorite albums r koi no yokan and saturday night wrist, also their self titled,

• would call mammon a poser for his music taste “nirvana isn’t even *real* rock idiot🙄”

• but nah, also like i said in satans fiona apple and mazzy star fan

• he’d suck so bad though he’d go on twitter and be like, “if you like deftones ur a poser” (while being their number 1 fan, fucking brat) then turn off his phone and take a nap for the funny

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yandereseijuun · 1 year

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Yandere Beelzebub Hcs and oneshot

Beelzebub x Lilith's little sister! Reader

Please , don't go , you're the light of my life without you my life is full of darkness

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Warning: Angsty , Beel being a stalker , violence ,talking abt death , a little bit gore , Beel is a lil creepy , and fluff maybe at the end

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What kind of yandere is he?

He's the manipulative one and ready to kidnap his S/O without hesitation

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Darling you're so innoncent that you wont see the plan he's preparing in his mind

You two met when your big sis Lilith has show you to him , you were so innocent that his heart was set in flame only for you

Then your dear sister and three more person were killed after this you didn't saw him cause he knew if you dare to find out that was him who killed your dear sister he know that you're gonna call him a monster and avoid him as much as you can

But unfortunately you found out , because you sad it and since that day you started to avoid him , fearing you might have the same end as your sister , at first he thought you were mad at him but then he realized you weren't mad at him you were just scared of him

You wouldn't meet each other until he litteraly disappeared

But you always felt that someone was watching over you

It was him all along , he kept watching you everyday and everynight waiting for that little moment

He kidnaped you when you were asleep , he ordered his two experimental subjet to go and find you without hurting you

And they litteraly brought you to him, he saw you were sleeping , you didn't know that your beautiful life full of flower , beautiful will became a life where you gonn'be chained to someone who fell in love with you in the worst way

He will call you : Darling , Love , Sweetie , Lovely Y/N , dear

He will spoil you so much so you cannot leave him

He will not let you , having some fresh air he will just let you go on the balcony

He's very manipulative (Warning ! )

If Satan dare to come and take the control of his body . One word , hide before he uses you as an experience

If you dare to disobey or dare to escape him , he's gonna torture you or otherwise gonna put you in a room without humans contact

He's gonna make rules so you will better obey or its gonna be torture time

Or when he's in a good mood , the both of you are gonna cuddle

If you love poetry , *chuckle* darling he might write many love poem

Or if you love science , your gonna be his assistent

No sharing , no no no bcs you belong to him and only him

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As the creatures placed you on their Lord's bed , you snoozed into the sheets . Beel was finishing his project , he came into his room and went next to his darling , he stroke her cheek whispering to himself how lucky he was to have his beloved all to himself

As you woke up , you saw that you weren't in your room , which it was slightly scaring you . You looked at the room , it was dark , with some candles on Beel's desk who were illuminating a part of the room . And you started to stand up , looking for an exit as the Lord of the Flies appeared right front of you , you let out a little scream while taking a few steps back away from him

You looked at him , trying to know who your kidnapper was , black suit , black hair and eyes full of no emotions , you've couldn't say much more . You exactly knew who was your kidnapper was , the one who was friend with your elder sister , the murder of your sister and three other person

You wanted to hit him , kick him , yelling at him but you couldn't , something deep inside you was telling you that you shouldn't because you knew something bad will happen to you if you dare to hit him

"Love? Y/N , hello my dear , aren't you happy to see me" The Anathema said , you looked at him in fear remembering the scene of your sister laying down , big hole on her chest , blood at the corner of her mouth .

As you took a few steps away from him and asked him a question : "You-I-Why me ? Why am i here?" As he heard your question , he answered "Darling its simple , the place you refer as here , well its our home"

You looked at him , confused , as he looked at you , he smirked . Suddenly start to fall , you were crying , you did not want to live with the person who murdered your dearest sister but he felt in love with you in the worst way possible and now that he have you you're trapped here forever .

As you were crying , he took you in a tight hug , as he rubbed your head while whispering :

Shh , its alright darling , no one shall found us , i live in a place that no one knows where it is , well only one person knows but he won't dare disturb us...

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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year

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you're an angel in my eyes

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Character: Lucifer (Obey Me)

Warnings: (Healthy) discussion of boundaries & touch issues, reader has some issues w that, very respectful and supportive Lucifer, very much projection

Notes: i dont know what this is ngl maybe someone can relate. not proofread sorry

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Lucifer sat on the couch next to you, handing you the glass of water you requested in one swift motion. “For you, my dear,” he said a bit teasingly, offering a playful smile. It was rare you saw him like this—happy and relaxed—but you wanted to enjoy the moment with him.

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip before setting it down on the coaster in front of you. “You’re in a good mood.”

He hummed in reply, instead taking the opportunity to lean in to kiss you. It was short and sweet, but conveyed the affection he had for you in that simple action. “I finished a larger project Diavolo had me on. I figured tonight should be one to celebrate.”

You didn’t get much chance to reply before he carefully kissed you again, his actions gentle, like he was afraid to break you if he held you too close. Nevertheless, he found a way to combat those feelings and began to pull you a bit closer, hands slowly finding their way to rest on your waist.

At this, you practically jumped away from him—why, you weren’t sure. This wasn’t the first time he’d held you like that, and you’d never had an issue with it before. He noticed, though, and immediately pulled away from you to assess what was wrong.

“(Y/N), are you—“

“I’m, uh—I’m a bit hungry, too. Sorry to make you run to the kitchen just for me to go a few minutes later. I’ll be right back, though.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you scurried out the door. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he’d done wrong and desperately wanted to ask, but you didn’t seem in the mood to talk about it yet. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry about you, though.

Several minutes later (much longer than it took to run from his bedroom to the kitchen), you returned empty-handed. He wouldn’t ask where you wound up, considering you didn’t come back with the snacks you were so hungry for.

As you walked over, he stood and took your hands in his. His touch was soft, like one may touch an infant or a porcelain doll. He very gently curled his fingertips against yours, his hands hovering over yours in case you decided to pull away again. “What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, pouting slightly. He wanted to know—to fix whatever he’d done wrong.

You slid your hands into his, albeit a bit hesitant. “Nothing,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “Back to your project, hm? Want to tell me about it?”

“I want to ensure that you’re okay,” he said, not backing down from this. “If…if you don’t want to talk to me, I understand, but please, tell me if you’re upset with me. I never want to leave problems unsolved with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to run away from me when things go wrong.”

You paused for a moment, then shook your head. “It’s nothing you did, it’s okay, Lucifer.”

He slowly brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Will you tell me, what, then? You don’t have to, but I’m asking that you do.”

Leading him to the couch again, you sat awkwardly, a few inches away from him. He followed suit, keeping his hand in yours.

“Sometimes…” you started, trying to phrase this the best you could. “Touch is a…strange thing for me. Usually, I’m completely content with whatever you choose to do, whether we’re kissing or whatever…sometimes I just get this weird feeling and it sets me off. I don’t like it, I don’t do it intentionally, and I know it’s weird, but there’s nothing I can do about it-“

He shook his head, causing you to pause. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for, my dear,” he said plainly, turning towards you further. “(Y/N), love, look at me. I love you, quirks and all. And if you’re telling me you want me to slow down a little, that’s fine. If you’d rather stay where we are and just have me check in to see if my affection is okay with you in the moment, I can do that as well.”

You thought for a moment and eventually replied, “that second one sounds nice, actually. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing your knuckles again. He knew that was okay—that was safe, so he could stay with that until he knew you were comfortable with more. Hesitantly, he asked, “can I hug you?”

When you nod, he leaned forward and carefully wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling your head and the other holding your middle. “I will always love you,” he whispered. “Please, if something is ever wrong, tell me. And stop me if you’re ever uncomfortable with anything I do.” He pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, thumb ghosting over your cheek. “All I want in this world is you to be loved and cared for.”

You smiled at him, and he swore his heart melted in the moment. There was nothing that lifted his spirits more than seeing you happy, especially because of him. “Thanks, Lucifer,” you said, leaving a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He’d deny it if asked, but he blushed a bit from it. You leaned into him, laying your head against his shoulder, then his chest when he wrapped his arm around you. “Tell me about this project of yours, now?”

“Persistent as ever,” he teased.

The two of you talked for a while—first about his project, then about the latest drama at the House of Lamentation. Apparently, Asmodeus was screwing around with a particularly irritating ex of his and Mammon and Levi weren’t talking because he “long-term borrowed” a Ruri-chan doll and somehow had pocket money now.

Not very long into the night, you started yawning halfway through sentences and he could see in your eyes that you were tired. It was quite adorable, actually—he enjoyed seeing you content enough to fall asleep in his arms. Not much later, he noticed you’d nodded off. Careful not to throw your head back or wake you, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you in the fluffy blankets. You looked so peaceful…

He was about to turn away and continue working on a bit of paperwork he had left over after that project when he felt a hand on his wrist. Your eyes were half open and you had a loose grip on him. “Stay,” you mumble, the sounds slurring together from sleep. “Pretty please.”

How could he deny that?

He kicked off his shoes and pulled the blanket back, finding his place behind you in his bed. At first, he wanted to reach out and pull you in, but hesitated. “Can I hold you?” he asked gently, hand hovering a bit above you. When you nodded, he smiled and curled in behind you, arm snug around your waist and face buried in your shoulder.

Lucifer had never slept as content as he did than when he was next to you, and tonight was no different. Actually, it might have been better.

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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Like It’s A Dance Floor

a/n: I knew I had to do something for Valentine’s Day so threw this together. It’s not my best work, but it is incredibly soft and domestic.

wc: 750-ish

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Examining your reflection in the mirror, you twirled once, twice, and three times, watching the skirt of your casual black dress swish around your thighs. You grabbed the hem with your hands, clad in countless rings, and balled it up in your fist out of habit. A wash of red lipstick was spread over your lips, accentuating their shape and, strangely enough, boosting your confidence.

Harry had gotten off work early to take you out for a special dinner, but he had found you curled up in bed with mascara running down your cheeks. Scheduling a therapy session for Valentine’s Day had been against your better judgment, and canceling dinner reservations made you feel even worse. However, Harry assured you that he would make dinner at home as magical as possible, and reschedule the reservation for later on in the week.

Your reflection in the mirror gave you mixed emotions. Seeing your body outlined in a velvety black dress and your lips buried in a layer of sexy red filled you with pride, but the sight of your still tear-stained face and puffy eyes made you wince. Your hair, which you had curled earlier, was messy from twirling it, an anxious habit, but you let it cascade down your back nonetheless, just how Harry liked it. One of Harry’s pendants hung around your neck, concealed by the neckline of your dress, and your own pearl necklace completed the look.

One final reproachful glance was cast at your reflection from its onlooker before Harry’s voice echoed up the stairs.

“Y/N,” he called, “Come down whenever you’re ready!”

He had left you in your room earlier, stating that the surprise would be ruined if you left. He was gone for hours, checking on you constantly to give you hugs, kisses, glasses of water, your phone charger, and anything else you needed. His trips grew less frequent the more he got into his project, and the less you heard him the more intent he became. When at last he was satisfied with his work, he called you out of your room and you obeyed, descending the half-flight of stairs in awe.

The living room was decorated with candles and fairy lights, and a balloon bobbed in front of the stairs with a note saying meet me in the kitchen. In the kitchen, it was evident that Harry had put his all into the evening. The air was filled with the aroma of your favorite meal and dessert, which he had no doubt prepared from scratch.

Fairy lights were strung along the ceiling, and candles glowed on the island, surrounding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The icing on top of the cake was the music that drifted lazily through the haze of the room; a playlist Harry had curated specially for you.

Your smiling Valentine greeted you with an affectionate hug where he squeezed you as tightly as he could and leaned his dimpled cheek against your head to inhale your scent.

His heart beat steadily next to your ear, and his warm breath tickled the back of your ear and neck. You leaned into him with every fiber of your being, and he supported you fully.

Without saying a word, he began to rock back and forth on his heels, teetering uncertainly in his slippers as he did so. His movement comforted you, and you began to sway alongside him.

Neither of you knew how to dance, but that was the least of your worries. The only thing you were focused on was the feeling of your hands holding each other close, and your feet gliding effortlessly over the kitchen floor, Harry’s slippers and your stocking feet.

You bent and twirled together, moving to the music that filled your ears and hearts with contentment. No words were spoken until your song began playing. It was oddly placed among the assortment of lyrical love ballads, but it meant more than any other song in the world.

Cupping your face tenderly in his hands, Harry leaned down to kiss you, his mustache scratching your upper lip slightly as his lips caressed yours. Once his tongue was in your mouth, you were in his arms, curled around him as you lapped desperately at his tongue with your own.

On the ending chord of the song, Harry set you back on your feet, burying his face in your neck as he spoke softly to you, his voice compassionate and sincere.

“You mean the world to me, darling,” he whispered fondly, allowing silence to set in for a moment before breaking it. “I don’t want our pasta getting cold.”

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six-eyed-samurai · 16 days

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O IS FOR ONE

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This relationship should not be condoned and was only written for entertainment purposes. Dark content like murder, gaslighting, cutting up and cannibalism is in here, so don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Minors, scat and shoo and scram!

Obviously, he's obsessing over his one and only!

I put a lil tracker on your phone, just to make sure you’re all alone - and I crept into your room, lying next to you, saying I love every part of you, blood and skin and bone.

Walking down the corridor casually and oh so ordinarily he pretends to trip and makes you fall down with him, slipping a tiny little tracker into your pocket, hidden amongst overbearing, obscure, obsequious apologies and a flash of that open smile for the cherry on top. Oblivious little you didn’t even feel the extra weight in your jacket, occupied with trying to hide your giggles.

Anyone who might try and catch your love, sweetheart, might not survive for long, because I've got a knife and a big crush on you, you, you!

He expresses concern over the ogling boys and so called friends who hadn't shown up to school while throwing away the offending bottle of poison he had dripped into their food, pleasing him with the appeased look on your face and twisting his heart at the same time - how dare your concern be given those odious others? Very well, soon the obstacles will have to obey his orders and leave you if they value their organs!

Lies, cheats, fools...how many of them could possible be at school? Backstabbed by friends who haven't read the rules on how to survive without incurring terrible consequences...well, sinners who stained your name had to repent, and repent they will.

Of course he’s heard those onerous, opprobrious snakes of gossip girls oppugn your very Olympian-god worthy self and ostracized you out of their friend groups, essentially abandoning you, so what sort of knight would he be if he didn’t slay the dragons for his princess? He stalked their social media, then sabotaged every project, homework, relationship, posts, family ties and things they've done in their oppugnant existence that he could lay his hands on. How dare they cause you such ordeals.

You're my muse in every poem that I write, every song that I sing, every romance story you star - it's all just to be with you, don't you see? Or rather, dream?

He hopes nobody will ever check under his desk, because he’s got a whole outrageous file dedicated to papers upon papers of crossed out, failed love letters, poems that could barely do your open-hearted, optimistic presence and scribbled fantasies he's determined to have with you one day...even if you are going to have to be unconscious, so be it! You’re never going to remember it anyway in the end, and he’s not afraid to admit that’s the part that drives him mad.

Aren't I your friend, show you anything you want and need once you get to know me? Are they your friends, wreck your life, make you cry, laugh behind your back?

But you know what drives him even more insane? Over everyone who can freely talk to you, have your obligation to touch and hold hands and hug, LOOK AT YOU AS IF THEY COULD EVER OWN YOU - aaaah, why can't he do that? WHY CAN'T HE BE THE ONLY ONE TO DO THAT? It's alright, it's fine, you can't talk without a tongue! Overzealous they may call him and overprotective he might be, but he’ll do anything for a love just as obsessive from you.

Sure, I know it hurts honey but you've got to grin and bear it, just a little slice, 'cause when it's all done you and I can never leave.

Can you really blame him? He just desperately wants to hear you promise you'll be with him forever and ever and ever, and what better way to do that than to extract a blood oath? Oops, guess he cut off your hand! It's fine, now you'll have to depend on him even more - he swears he'll be good to you, oh so good! Anything you want and need will be offered!

I'm the better alter ego when I'm down on my knees for you, so I'll take a hammer to their heads, but to her I just reek of love, so if I go down it's only because it's over!

He’s known for being calm and cool and...alright, and a crazy killer too who has never been more triggered than when he sees you being the target of horny comments by his traitorous pals. They'll find out just how strong he really is soon enough! Funny way of answering their questions, huh?

Gore is what I carve up and what I'll serve in gourmet, and of course my gorgeous, you can join the soiree.

His friends constantly ask him what's in his secret meat soup recipe - pork? Chicken? Seafood? - as they talk about their missing friend at the same time...oh, idiots that they were. He slyly glances at you - ah, thank the stars for you too had no idea of where he was. His suggestion of “in a better place now” was widely accepted, although he doubted that being digested by stomach acid applied.

The world says I'm depraved, but your love's just what I crave, and I know you feel it as well, so they can all go burn and rot and die in hell.

He can't take it if anyone says otherwise about the both of your love or disagree with your compliments, no, no, no! Duct tape won't work, so he'll break their jaws! You're his one and only, only he can break and take and snap you, the same way only he can be affectionate and shower his only true love with worship!

Now tell me that you love me or everything blows, you have to reciprocate, you have to love me! I'll burn this fxxking house down and hide them all six feet underground, only for you, you know? It can't be all for nothing!

He threatens to jump off the balcony if you don't return his crazed affections, especially when you're pressed against the wall and strangled by his hands - he’s done all this for you and for the “us”, atrocious crimes and horrendous killing…but he honestly doesn’t want to force a confession out of you, so why won’t you be an obedient little darling?

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m1shapanda · 10 months

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give me some of the stuff you enjoyed and i'll give u stuff i think you'll enjoy (im srs i have a list)

UH OLKAY WAIT LET ME THINKKL,,, these arent all of em obv but there are too many for me to even thnik of rn]

our life, saint spell book, witchy life story, monster prom there r more but these r at the top of my list lolol

anime:

oh god where fdo i even start? one punch man, mob pshsyco 100, campfire cooking in another world, jjk, fairy tail, demon slayer, saiki k, spy x family, that time i got reincarnated as a slime, ouran highschool host club, hunter x hunter, welcome to dmeon school iruma kun, dr stone, a silent voice, a whisker away, my hero academia, haikyuu, blue exorcist, banana fish, howl's moving castle, spirited away, NOT AN ANIME BUT ARCANE, death note, love is war, cells at work,

games:

our life, saint spell book, witchy life story, monster prom, volcano princess, creme de la creme, a tale of crowns, genshin impact, honkai star rail, twisted wonderland, obey me, pokemon, project sekai, fear and hunger, mystic messenger, UNDERWORLD OFFICE, lakeburg legacies, royal alchemist, heart fragments, error 143, enstars, minecraft, entangled hearts, todo: TODAY, the arcana, last legacy, deam house days, stardew valley,

movies:

nimona, spiderverse, Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio (2022), mosat if not all the barbie movies, the prince of egypt, the little mermaid, parasite, shrek 1, 2 and 4, the book of life, the son of bigfoot, coco, encanto

books/novels/manhwa/manga/manhua:

tcf, orv, song of achilles, return of the mount hua sect, sssvs (though im only like 100 chapters in), the s/classes i raised, jjk, toilet bound hanako kun, blue lock, blue period, the promised neverland,

#not all of em!! but the ones that first come up in my head #misha.moots #also hihi alyy how r uuu

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mochie85 · 2 years

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Closer

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Part of the "Invade Me Chronicles" - A project where some wonderful writers assembled to create a collection of stories based on The First Avengers Loki.

Summary: Loki is only steps away from completing his invasion. Until you walk back into his life. Pairing: Loki x Asgardian Avenger!Reader Warnings: Spice. Wall sex. Fingering. Slight Dom!Loki A/N: Also can we all just agree that we've thought about him railing us to this song. (No pun Intended) Only me...that's ok 👉👈

Loki was reaching the top steps towards the roof. He was so close. Closer to finishing this blasted invasion. Closer to victory. Closer to you. He had not seen you since he fell off the Bifrost on that wretched night.

They promised him that as soon as he was done with this whole damned business, he would be free to pursue you again. Free to find you and stay with you. You were the only and constant thought in his captivity. The only thing that kept him alive was the hope of seeing you again in his arms.

“Stop!”

He would recognize that voice anywhere! He turned only to find you running up the steps to catch up to him. His eyes grew round and innocent as he beheld you for the first time since that awful night.

“Loki! What are you doing?�� He could only stare at you. What were you doing here? You should be safe in Asgard. Not here, where he was set to take over through violence and mayhem.

“I – I…What are you doing here?” he stammered. You caught up to him and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. He smelt of ash and smoke. The hot leather of his armor singed the parts of your skin that were exposed.

He let go of his staff to fully embrace you. He lowered his head to your shoulders, and let out a silent tear. The memory of your jasmine soap had not done the actual scent justice as he took a lungful of air. The feel of your body so close to his was all he dreamt about the past two years in confinement.

“Whose got eyes on Loki?” you both heard through the earpiece you had on.

“You’re one of them!” He pushed you away as you grabbed his arm to keep him with you.

“He’s on the south side of the building. Thirty-second level. Heading down.” You relayed in your mic before you took it out and crushed it within your palm.

“Why did you lie to them?”

“To buy us time.” You said as you lunged towards him and kissed him. “I’ve missed you, my prince! My days and my nights have not been the same since you’ve been gone.”

Loki returned your kiss with as much fervor. His tongue glides inside your mouth, a prelude to one of the many parts of your body he wishes to reconcile with. He pushed you up against the wall. The steps made his right leg higher than his left. He used this advantage to rub his muscular thigh against your aching heat. The leathers forming your armored skirt gave way to his ministrations.

Your fingers fumbled against his trousers. Your hand reached inside, feeling the soft velvet skin you’ve missed and dreamt about. Loki let out a guttural moan as you pumped his erection, causing him to buck further into your hand. Your name was plucked from his lips. He hasn’t felt anything this close since you. He was shaking with lust at having the chance to do this with you again.

With a heady moan fleeing from your lips, he stepped back into a familiar role. His muscle memory kicked in and his body reacted and responded to your ever-growing need.

He placed two fingers by your lips. “Suck.” He commanded. And you obeyed without hesitation. He felt your tongue glide in between his fingers, coating his long digits. When he pulled out, a thin trail of your saliva still connected with his fingers as he brought them down and plunged them into your aching heat.

“Gods! Loki…” You screamed out. The sound of his name coming from your lips was like a sweet symphony. He continued to rim his fingers around you, adding a third. He circled your clit with his thumb, bringing you to that sweet edge. You were so close to falling. So close to screaming his name.

He drew his fingers away and used your slick to coat his length. In one swift motion, he entered you. The tightness. The heat. It was enough to make him convulse right there and then, “Norns, I’ve missed you, pet.” He grunted as he slammed himself back inside you. “All those lonely nights. I’ve thought of nothing but returning home to you. To find you waiting for me…unhh…just like that…” he whimpered. He felt you tighten around him at his words.

You could feel him slam your hips against the cold wall behind you. You grabbed hold of the descending banister to help keep you up as your legs spread further apart for him. “My prince…” you said breathlessly. “We don’t have much time.”

Loki grabbed your chin as he looked straight into your lust-blown eyes. “I will take my time enjoying you.” He said as his lips touched yours. “You will take what I give you and you will thank me. Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, my prince.”

“Say it.” He growled as he bottomed into you.

“Thank you.” You cried as your brows narrowed together from the sheer bliss.

“Again.” He grunted as he took out his length, leaving the tip, and slammed back inside.

“Ahh…fu…th-thank you, my prince.”

“That’s a good girl.” He said as his hips continued the onslaught of pleasure. “To feel you around me again. It’s a dream I wish not to wake up from.” He set a devastating rhythm. You felt every ridge. Every pulse. You heard every cry and whimper. His face set to the most exquisite indulgence you’d ever seen.

“Will you take what I give you?” he said with his eyes closed and his mouth set to yell his release. “Will you take what’s rightfully yours? What belongs to you and only you?” he whispered to your lips.

“Yes! Yes, my prince. G-give it to me.” You moaned as his pace got deeper. Harder. “…pl-ease…”

Loki let go. His loud climax was carnal and echoed off the walls of the stairwell. You followed soon after with a torrid mewl yourself. You squeezed tighter, not wanting him to leave you. Wanting to keep him inside you.

His pace slowed. Catching his breath, he found your lips and latched on. Your lips were ripe and juicy. You tasted like the strawberries in Asgard. Like home.

A loud explosion could be heard on the roof. Loki looked up annoyed. “That would be my army.” He said as he softly pulled out of you. You felt bereft and alone once again.

“Please don’t do this love. Come back with me. We can make this right, together.”

“They will not stop. He will not stop until he gets the stone. And I will not let him get to you.” He claimed as he sheathed himself back inside. He held your face in both of his hands. “You were to stay in Asgard till I come for you. Why are you here?”

“After I thought you had died. Thor had taken me here to Midgard to start a new life with the Avengers.” You answered as Loki’s face turned into a scowl. “I couldn’t stay at the palace any longer, where everything reminded me of you.”

“So my idiotic brother decides to put your life – my heart – in danger?! He shall pay dearly for this. Loki stormed the last few steps towards the rooftop. Murder on his mind as he sought out Thor.

“Loki, darling, be nice. They’re my friends. And you know your brother means well. He only brought me here because I asked him to.”

“You are to stay hidden. Away from the fray. Until my business is done outside.”

“Loki. Don’t make me hold you down.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I finally have you back. You don’t think I’ll do everything in my power to keep you by my side.”

“Kitten! I’m doing this so He doesn’t find you!”

“And I’m doing this so you don’t lose yourself!” You growled as you clasped metal cuffs on his arms.

“I have an army!”

“And we have a hulk!”

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link-eats-rocks · 7 months

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Under the Apple Tree

On such a perfect day, why is Link so nervous?

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Zelda lay in Link's lap, humming a lullaby, half asleep herself, as Link played with her newly-cut hair, braiding flowers into her tresses, brushing her hair from her face, and running his fingers through the length of it. He seemed totally absorbed in his project.

She loved watching him whenever his eyes were so sharp and focused, but his touch and her own song was making her eyelids too heavy to fight. She sighed, succumbing to sleep.

A soft summer wind ruffled the field of flowers around them and the leaves high above them on the apple tree Link leaned against.

It would've made sense for them to avoid Hyrule Field, having fought Calamity Ganon there only a few short months prior, but they found themselves picnicking there and drinking in the peace that carried across the open field with the wind like a sigh of relief.

"Bored?" Link murmured. "I can stop."

"I'm in the highest heaven, Link. Do whatever you like."

His hands paused against her head for a few beats before resuming. "Zelda?"

She blinked up at him.

Tears sparkled Link's eyes, turning them into oceans. He swallowed hard and placed a hand under Zelda’s head, the other on her shoulder. He swayed her upright; all the while she stared dazedly at this person who she always understood without a word. She couldn't fathom a guess at this behavior. They were together constantly. What could possibly have upset him?

He didn't speak for a long time, holding Zelda in a trance so that she mirrored his expression and was unable to say a word.

"I'm in love with you, Zelda."

His eyes darted up and down her face.

"Very in love with you."

Her lips hung open stupidly.

He looked down, hair falling over his face. "I hope you won't be angry. Every moment of preparation I've done, I've been calling myself crazy." His jaw tightened and he drew his traveling pack to his side. "I am crazy. And it's soon. I know it's too soon but at the same time, what eggs me on is that it also seems terribly late."

"I love you too," she said under her breath.

Link paused from rummaging through the bag and shot her a smile—that specific, crooked smile that never failed to fluster her.

He retrieved a small box from the bag, small enough for him to hold in one hand.

She tilted her head and smiled. "A present?"

He exhaled a laugh. "Yeah. Would you mind...Will you stand up?"

Zelda was confused by this strange and sudden routine Link was carrying out but he so rarely asked anything of her or called any shots, she was quick to obey.

She stood and carefully pushed her braided, flowery hair from her face. She furrowed her brow curiously when Link didn't stand.

His face was red and his eyes were sparkly with tears again.

"Link, is everything alright?"

He had taken a knee. He was holding the box up to her in one hand. He'd said it was a present but was it burdening him somehow? What could it be?

He smiled again. His hand was shaking. "It's fine. Zelda..."

She nodded encouragement, eager to end this mystery and understand what had him acting so strange.

"I love you."

Now, that scared her. Was he going somewhere? Oh heavens, whatever is in that box, was it some kind of parting gift? Her heart was in her throat.

"So, I want to...I'm so bad at words. I'm sorry. You deserve this to be perfect, and I'm—," he laughed nervously, "I should've written something down. Zelda?"

"What?" Her lip quivered and her brows were knitted. That box was scary.

"I want to be with you forever and ever and ever and never be apart again. Any minute apart from you feels like a waste. Th-That's how I feel. With that in mind," he popped open the box but Zelda’s eyes were still locked on his. "Will you marry me?"

Zelda took a step back to keep from falling. Her eyes drifted to the now-open box and her vision went spotty. She needed to see it closer to understand. She snatched it from Link's raised hand and collapsed to her knees in front of him.

It was a ring. By now she should've known it would be a ring, but it was a new shock.

And it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

The band was made up of delicate, golden vines, eventually turning to flower pedals, winding up into a flower of blue gemstones, centered with a diamond.

It resembled a Silent Princess, yes, but it also stood alone, entirely unique. She plucked it from the box and twisted it between her fingers for further examination. There was an inscription inside the band, a date. "Is this?"

"The exact day we met." Link's voice was shaking so hard he was barely understandable.

Zelda's eyes snapped to his.

His face was white and he was biting down hard on his lower lip. His eyes were full of tears that he was holding back.

Careful to keep a tight hold on the ring, Zelda stumbled forward on her knees and placed a hand to Link's freezing face, a sharp contrast to the warm weather. "Link, what could be the matter? This is wonderful."

"It is?" he asked, perking up instantly.

"Of course it is! Why do you look so distraught?"

"You didn't say "yes"."

Zelda scoffed in disbelief. "Didn't I?"

He was grinning now. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he laughed.

"Yes! There! Obviously yes! Let's get this on before I drop it. My hands are shaking," she laughed. Her eyes welled as she looked back down at the gorgeous ring that she knew was his design.

Link cupped his hands under hers, steadying her just enough to get the ring on her finger. Magic sparkled through her body from it.

Link's hands closed over hers. "Does it fit?"

"It fits perfectly."

She tumbled forward and Link caught her in his arms, wrapping her up in a tight hug.

He released a sob, his face buried in her hair.

That broke the dam and she started crying, hiccupping sob after against his shoulder.

"That was a long time ago," she said between sobs.

"Mm?"

"That year. That was so long ago. We met so long ago."

Link nodded and held her tighter. "Purah helped out with the math. It really is the right day."

"I didn't doubt you for a second." She tilted her head just enough to press a kiss to his cheek.

"We've known each other," he took a breath, "a long time."

"I want forever," she said, placing her hand on his head and tangling her fingers through his silky hair. "What you said...about us being together, about always staying like this—Link, that's all I want."

"It's a promise."

#legend of zelda #zelink #breath of the wild #loz link #link loz #botw #link #zelda #princess zelda #zelink fanfiction #legend of zelda fanfiction #linkeatsrockswrites

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The Road Less Smooth

Summary: Isaiah and Seline argue during a car ride, not realizing Seline's fever. Contains emeto.

Seline didn't want to go.

Visiting the representative of the West European Pack seemed entirely unnecessary, if not downright dictatorial to her. Why did she need to go? She was from Eastern Europe, so she was resigned with the representatives at home. Why did they have to keep track of where she was studying, what she was doing, and where she decided to belong?

The audacity and injustice of it all were driving her crazy with anger.

Isaiah offered to drive her. The message came from him, so she wasn't happy with him, but since she was scared to drive anything over 50 kilometers per hour, effectively banning her from all highways, his offer shortened her 4-hour long train drive to a direct 2.

Seline knew she should be thankful. And not let her anger out on the messenger. Then again, she thought Isaiah didn't belong to a pack to be free and not to follow orders. Not to mention what a good mood he was in. He was smiling behind the steering wheel, fingers tapping it lightly in synch with the music. He had his formal suit on and his long black coat, which she was starting to see as characteristic to him. All polite greetings and smiles. Was he enjoying this?

"So. How is the university going? I hear you finished your bachelor's last semester. You decided to continue on the same faculty. You like it there so much?" One of Isaiah's many attempts to make conversation.

Seline wasn't one for small talk. Either say something you really want to know or shut up. She would be content just leaning against the window and listening to music, though plugging in her headphones seemed a little too rude.

"It got real worse last semester," she grumbled at the reminder. "Got a really chaotic teacher that makes us do a totally useless project, just because they got money and funds for it. So much for scientific independence. You just research whatever the politicians see as trendy to research."

Isaiah raised his eyebrows, throwing her a look. "You intend to stay in science?"

"I wanted to. But now I think I would much rather be independent. Make my own writing courses of sorts. Not be bound by anybody else's decisions."

"Just the market's whims," he remarked with a grin.

Seline hissed at that but nodded. "Yes. But the market is way fairer than anything I would believe the state to do." Despite the a/c blasting in the car, she felt warm. Uncomfortably warm. She pressed her palm against the opening for the cold air.

"So, what are you specializing in? Where did the writing part come in?"

"I guess you could say I got that from the witchcraft. I'm a Singer. I sing water and air into obedience and the most effective are original songs. All the writing necessary made me into an expert on writing theory." She waved at herself, the air suffocating and hot but flashing a satisfied snicker in Isaiah's direction. "I bet you couldn't name a book on writing I haven't read."

"That's an unusual approach. Most witches I know use pentagrams or incantations. Did you want to study it at the university?"

Her face fell a little. "You can't exactly study creative writing in Europe. Buuuut there is a lot of other stuff you can study, like film analysis, popular culture, media communication, epistemology, psychological processes for creativity…I found a good master that combines all these, so I can research the creative process itself." She gave him a measured look, blue eyes the shade of an upcoming storm. "You are studying psychology, aren't you? Rather unusual for a shadow wolf."

He smiled at that. "I like to stick out a little."

"Yeah. I thought you were different." Selined sighed loudly, leaning her head against the window. "Except we can't manage everything we wish for, can we?"

Isaiah gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Whatever do you mean?"

"They call, and you obey. Like a good little lapdog." Seline stuck her chin out, watching him defiantly.

"Is that what you think?" Isaiah didn't seem ruffled at her words at all, a little grin growing on his face. "I don't agree with this any more than you do."

Seline scoffed at that. "And why should I believe you? You pretend to know the gold is just glitter on the cage - like you successfully got rid of it - yet you are driving me to the gates yourself."

A long, tense silence stretched between them.

"Should I be more angry, Seline?" Isaiah was still smiling, but there was something darker about his tone and the way he focused his gaze on the road. "Should I rage, provoke, and complain like you?"

"Better be angry than pretend to smile and do nothing!" Her voice raised before she could stop herself.

"Anger is a weakness. It gives you away. Why should I allow such an emotion to rule me?" His eyes were fixed on the road.

"You are a shadow wolf. It's kinda of expected. I can rage all I want, and it will always be inappropriate. But you got the perfect excuse,” she waved her hand in frustration.

"I don't believe in excuses." His voice was quiet but cutting.

"No. You believe in lies. Masks and moods and faces, it's all you are. The polite and funny one today, the serious and scary one tomorrow." Seline crossed her hands on her chest.

"All the masks are me. Different faces of me, different roles I take for the situation. They are tools. My extensions. Wouldn't you change your cloak according to the weather?" His dark sea-green eyes flicked to her for a moment.

"I would not change it to fit other people's expectations," she said proudly.

"If I know what people want, I can get what I want much more easily. So even if I disagree with this policy, it's better I take you myself and not let somebody force you. It's better to look relaxed while you are alert and watching. It's better not to be ruled by emotions while they rule everyone else. So yes, I'm taking you to the gates myself, but I also know all the holes in the fence." He eyed her, eyebrows furrowing slightly in annoyance, before smoothing over. "You just want what you think you can't have."

Seline frowned angrily and looked away. As much as she disagreed, it got her thinking. She didn't realize he had so many answers figured out for himself.

"I find anger safe,” she said into the silence. “It's better than fear. Gives you energy and motivation to do something. To stand up for yourself or change what's wrong."

He raised one perfect black eyebrow. "So you are afraid of me?"

"No-I…" She gulped, her throat constricting. Something about his intense tone, about the speed and emotion of the debate, made her keep talking. "I'm tired. Of not feeling anything. Of feeling too much and not being able to do anything about it, because it's unseemly for witches.”

Because I should be calming you down, but I envy your freedom to be angry.

He gave her a long look. "You can be angry all you want around me,” he said quietly.

She hid her face in her palm as if wanting to wash away the tension. "And you will stay calm? Is that the mask you want to wear for me?"

"I'm the one who wants to wear the mask. I'm the one crafting it, the one willing to change it so it fits you better. Does that count for nothing true?"

“You sure are poetic about it,” she grumbled, pressing her hand against her forehead. There was a dull pounding in her temples, and the air still felt disgustingly hot.

“Seline? Is something wrong?” Isaiah asked, concerned.

She wasn’t sure. The car ride, the smothering heat, the pins and needles in her arms…she wasn’t even sure why she was reacting so strongly to the conversation. Although she usually never got motion sick, her stomach was rolling rather aggressively. She squeezed her eyes shut, hand covering her mouth for a second.

“Do you think we could take a little break?” she pressed through her teeth. There was a nauseating shiver crawling up her spine and neck. If only the car could stop moving for a second.

“Sure thing,” Isaiah said, detecting the urgency in her voice. He turned towards the left line leading to the nearest rest spot. “Just a few minutes.”

Seline held her eyes closed, breathing slowly through her nose and mouth. Something was definitely wrong.

Once the car finally stopped, she immediately burst the door open, gulping at the sweet, fresh air. The nausea rocked through her like she was on a boat, and she could feel liquid coming up her throat.

Seline stumbled quickly out, only to sway and fall to her knees. Scrambling awkwardly, she wanted to get some distance between herself and the car. The world was spinning and blurry around her and she lost track of how far she was. A wave of vomit spluttered from her lips. Seline could do nothing but spit it out helplessly.

Her stomach was hurting, cramping hard. She whimpered softly as another wave of sickness rushed out of her.

A cold hand on her arm made her look up. The outline of Isaiah’s middle long black hair, subtly wavy at the ends, hovered over her. He was kneeling beside her, pulling hair out of her face. She felt the milky-like vomit drip from her lips and chin and would have burst into tears if another wave hadn’t made her choke and hang her head in surrender.

“You are okay. Take it easy. You will feel better in a minute,” Isaiah said, hand running through her hair to her back.

“Ugh. What about this seems -uurp- okay to you?”

He chuckled, rubbing her back as it arched again and she was heaving another gush of vomit.

“Just a minute. It will pass soon.”

She took quick panting breaths, trying to clear her head. There was still that blurry film over her eyes, the green of the grass mixing with blue over her. Isaiah’s hand was grounding on her back, his touch assured and steady.

She spit on the ground, her eyes clearing. “Go away,” she said. The embarrassment was hitting her hard now, frustrated tears running down her cheeks.

“A little late now,” he smiled, gathering the strands of hair on the other side of her face behind her ear. Then he charmed out a clean tissue our of his pocket. “You should have told me you weren’t feeling well.”

“Didn’t realize,” she mumbled, taking the offered tissue. At least she could clean up her face a little.

A cool hand pressed against her aching forehead. “You are running a fever.”

“No wonder I was so snappy,” she admitted, leaning into his touch without thinking. Everything was so hot, only his skin seemed to be of desirable temperature.

“I didn’t see a difference to your usual self,” Isaiah teased. His touch was so gentle like she was made of glass. “Do you still feel sick?”

She assessed herself, then shook her head no. Now that she had thrown up, the nausea lifted like it was never there. If only she wasn’t still so warm. Despite the sensation, a shiver ran through her and she hunched her shoulders.

“Your wish came true,” he said, wrapping his hands around her from behind, dragging her with him as he stood up. Her head felt woozy at the movement and she clutched at his hands around her torso. “The trip is canceled. You are going straight home tonight.”

He guided her towards the car and helped her sit down again. She blinked at the haziness that overtook her, feeling bone-deep tiredness crushing over her. Closing her eyes, she leaned back.

She felt his shadow above her before disappearing to hunt down a water bottle from the back. Accepting the bottle, she settled it securely in her arms but didn’t have the energy to drink it just yet.

The car jumped a little as he got inside, shutting the door gently. She rolled her head in his general direction, squinting. Everything was so hot and confusing again, swimming in and out of focus. Was this still real? Maybe she was dreaming.

Isaiah started the engine and then squeezed her knee. “Hang on, darling. We’ll be home in no time.”

#emeto #sickfic #emetophilia #fever #hurt/comfort #emeto writing #whump #my writing #werewolf wip #Seline

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atticsandwich · 9 months

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omg a fellow swiftie! can i ask what you think each character's favorite album would be (and why) i loved the songs you picked for each of them on your list!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE YOU.

and so without further ado:

What I think each obey me character's favorite Taylor Swift album would be

(this is just for fun pls don't take it personally if you don't agree with my takes lol)

LUCIFER

Red. i think a lot of people would go with rep or folklore for him but Red is such an intensely passionate album overflowing with multitudes of emotions that it'd be the one he'd gravitate towards.

His favorite on the album would either be state of grace or treacherous, i think. both songs just encompass the feeling of an unexpected emotion/encounter that not only intensifies but also fundamentally changes you as a person.

acknowledges ronan and how it's a beautifully written memorial. however, he'll only listen to it if it's a particularly reminiscence-heavy day

MAMMON

he's a reputation girlie DEFINITELY. The almost grunge-like feel of the first half juxtaposed with the second's more romantic upbeat pop (and ends with a piano ballad? yeahhhhh) is something he would soooo eat up. Not to mention he already has a rep era outfit ready by way of his demon form lol

favorites are don't blame me and getaway car and by the time new year's day hits he's an emotional mess. "please don't ever become a stranger who's laugh i could recognize anywhere" he'd be projecting the hell out of himself in that situation and he'd start whining and demanding that you never forget him. as he does.

LEVIATHAN

1989. Listen to me. He's a pop music enjoyer to a T. He probably won't admit it though. He'll probably say his favorite genre is like alt but then secretly have emotion and 1989 as his spotify (devilfy?) top streamed. (outside of course, his animanga playlist)

Very much a deep-cut kind of guy. He can appreciate style and blank space but firmly believes i know places and you are in love are superior and majorly underrated. and he's right...!

SATAN

this one's easy. evermore. no questions. in my opinion it's taylor's most literary-driven album, even more so than folklore, which i feel like is more storytelling-driven (pls tell me u get what i mean even though they're kinda the same thing but also not 😵‍💫). evermore is just one of those album that you'll only get to fully appreciate once you start trying to understand the songs as they stand on their own, and not as an interconnected puzzle.

cowboy like me is his favorite. i mentioned in my list that it's also the taylor song i associate the most with him, but i feel like he'd fully understand the underlying kinship and desperation that encompasses the song, especially if he tries to relate it with how he sees you, and how you're the only one on the same playing field as him.

almost cried to marjorie. he's in his feelings like that. closure appreciator (aka he's got taste. he's got the vision).

ASMODEUS

you'd think it'd be 1989, but it's actually Midnights. he'd LOVE the sultry take on synth-pop, and it's an album he would constantly have on ritation when he's getting ready to go out, or if he just wants to feel it. There's something about midnights that's so dark yet so unmistakeably airy and light, romantic, devastating, and sensual.

maroon or karma would be his favorite. karma is more of his favorite 'feel good' song though, while maroon is his favorite because of its imagery and emotion.

BEELZEBUB

just like the list, he was the hardest to pick for 😵‍💫 i think it's mainly because Beel doesn't really strike me as someone who gets way into an artist, and generally vibes with whatever he can find. He probably has a gym playlist consisting of multitudes of different artists and genres. If i had to pick though, i think his favorite would be Red - it's actually a pretty good workout album in my experience.

his favorites are the lighter songs, like everything has changed and starlight. i think he's the type to enjoy those types of songs more - lighthearted, upbeat, sweet. will not listen to ronan. he can handle the more emotional songs, but ronan made him lose his appetite. (i get u beel i never listen to it too i cant)

BELPHEGOR

folklore. what better album to sleep to? he doesn't sleep to it because it's boring per se, but because folklore just has that soothing essence to it that's very calming despite how devastating a lot of the songs are

doesn't get why betty, james, and augustine can't all be together, though. ("if me, you, and beel can make it work, so can they," he says when you ask.)

favorites are the last great american dynasty (thinks rebecca is funny), peace, and hoax. peace is hit top pick though, he resonates with its themes of "you're too good for me, i've wronged you yet you chose me, i'd give the world to you if you asked"

DIAVOLO

oh this guy would LOVE Speak Now. it's such a magical, whimsical, yet also so emotional and nuanced all wrapped up in a ribbon of both love and heartbreak. there's a sense of childlike fascination in diavolo that i think would resonate with how humans process love, yearning, loss, uncertainty, and just living, and i think speak now encapsulates all of those perfectly.

he's a romantic, let's be real. his favorutes are sparks fly and enchanted, and he can't help but think of you and how he felt when he fully realized how he felt towards you. it's explosive, magical, and he just wants more.

would unironically suggest long live as a RAD graduation song

BARBATOS

another Midnights kind of guy. not in the way asmo is, though. while asmo loves midnights for both its romantic and sensual aspects, barbatos favors this album because of its overall thematic depiction of the progression of the emotional spectrum - be it love, longing, grief, and life is general. i think people forget that midnights is also very introspective of Taylor's career, with multiple callbacks and small references to her previous work, while also being an album of processing separate emotions in a set timeline of her life.

adores the 3 am tracks, labyrinth, and mastermind. mastermind specifically is something i feel like he can resonate with specifically if he associates it with you, although whether you're the mastermind or it's him, he's not entirely sure. all he knows is that he's glad everything fell right into place for you to be his, or vice versa.

SOLOMON

his favorite would be Lover, i think. for many reasons, but especially because it's specifically you he thinks about the entire time listening. there's plenty of different facets of love to explore too - the domesticity, the sensuality, even the absurd and blasphemous. of course, there's also a little inkling of heartbreak and angst in the record, but he's one to appreciate those, too.

favorites on lover would be... well, lover, the titular track. he loves the domesticity he feels with you and yearns for it. i think he'd resonate with ma&thp too, but mostly for its storytelling. death by a thousand cuts will start to make him sad if he ever thinks about the both of you in that situation, so he probably skips it often for his own sanity (and probably sygb too?)

SIMEON

FEARLESS.

honestly it was either fearless and lover again, but i feel like he's more in line with the "i love you but reality isn't always a fairytale. why do you always feel so close, yet so far away?" idk if yall realize this but fearless is such. a melancholic album?? look at the tracklist and tell me I'm wrong, u can't.

funnily enough. relates to white horse a lot, mostly because of his own insecurity with how he stands between your relationship with him vs. the brothers. do u get what im trying to go for here. for that same reason he also loves you belong with me.

LUKE

this precious angel is a debut appreciator. the naive, almost juvenile level view on love, while trying his absolute best to prove himself, cherishing every friendship he makes, and especially his friendship with you. He's still improving himself as an angel day by day so one day, he'll establish himself as someone you can fully rely on!

his favorite is i'm only me when i'm with you - everyday he spends with you is something he truly cherishes, and he's always looking forward for the next time he'll get to hang out with his best friend.

THIRTEEN

another reputation girlie. argue with a wall (jk)

listen, she just thinks it's fun, she loves the intense beats and synths, and loves to scream the lyrics. i don't really think she'll care much for the more romantic songs, but she can still appreciate how heartfelt they are.

special exception to dwoht - the depiction of a suffocating exhiliration of love gets to her. it's so dangerous yet so tempting, so bounded yet so freeing....

aside from the aforementioned, also loves ready for it...? and i did something bad. it's the anticipation and thrill and conniving facets that enthralls her.

loves 1989 just as much though. pop bible ftw

RAPHAEL

folklore enthusiast. loves how mellow yet emotionally nuanced and diverse it is. loves exploring the various depths of human emotion portrayed in the album. listens to it while he sews, it gives him a pretty steady rhythm.

if you mention loving the album, he'll make you a cardigan. (just like the one in the song, he'll say. he looks stoic but you can tell from the handiwork that he's spent an absurd amount of time and dedication to perfect the piece. wear it often. he loves seeing it on you. he won't say that outright, though.)

his favorites are the most emotional and introspective ones - my tears ricochet, mirrorball, this is me trying, hoax. again, mostly because he loves peering into human psyche and that spectrum of emotions in particular.

MEPHISTOPHELES

he'd say Speak Now because it's Dia's favorite, but it's actually Red, funnily enough. will never admit it though, because he knows it's also luci's pick.

the intensity in red's portrayal of passion and heartbreak is something he appreciates, and while not necessarily 100% relating to, he understands why anyone would feel that way. love is a very fickle yet powerful thing, after all.

there's an essence of longing in the album, both for what was and what will be. Sometimes he can't help but see himself and you in those situations; him knowing that associating with you would be too much trouble than worth, but also he can't help but want to deepen his relationship with you, yet he's unsure where he can comfortably place himself between the brothers and the others vying for your attention. he hides that insecurity in stride though, the less you know the better.

top picks are treacherous and holy ground, for reasons mentioned above.

ok that's all of them. that took way longer than i thought LMFAO thank you again for asking anon!! i hope i didnt disappoint 🫡🫡

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ameyumez · 1 year

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Icons (matching, pride, themed, shaped, hair and eye color changes... ask and i'll see what i can do!), headers, banners, moodboards, layouts, stimboards (current preference!), simple replycons (may be selective on these!), wallpapers, song mv gifs, psds (for a character or a card set !)

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For layouts and icons, specify whether you want simple ones (no editing necessary, just a psd), intermediate ones (some overlays on top of official art + psd, not much editing besides that) or complex ones (might take a bit longer, will only accept 3 requests of these at a time!) Also on these, please say if you'd prefer transparent versions of it and i'll make sure to include one of each for layouts and three for icons! If there's nothing specified, I'll do what I feel would look best ^^

Also on the topic of icons, if you go to ‹🩵//: ame templates you can get some templates I have for icons! Since the only thing I have to do in these is to arrange the png and then psd, they might get done quicker than others :3

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What in Hell is Bad, Izumako, Ramujaku, romantic Ibahaji, Rei Amayado, any franchise that is anime only (i can't quite edit it properly, so i'd rather not deliver something of lower quality), problematic content and ships in general. I'm still in my right to deny requests and add other stuff to this list at any point, so please be respectful. In general, if someone requests something from there or when requests for something are closed, ill immediately delete the ask, sorry! Otherwise, I shall give an explanation ^^

⟨🪽› Whitelist ♡

Eden, Knights, CrazyB, Undead (Enstars), Rondo, Merm4id, Abyssmare, Lyrical lily, Noa, Esora (d4dj), Goku luck, Bae, Cozmez, 1nm8, Akan Yatsura (Paralive), Fling posse, Sasara, Kuko, Jyushi, Matenrou (Hypmic), Summer troupe, Itaru, Sakuya, Taichi, Winter troupe (A3!), Diverdiva, Guilty kiss, You, Aqours third years (Love live), Mahiru, Kotoko, Es, Mikoto, Mu (Milgram), 25ji, Shiho, Ichika, Kohane (Project sekai), Asmodeus, Mammon, Barbatos (Obey Me), Trigger, Riku, Iori, Tamaki (Idolish7) Lilia, Idia, Heartslabyul, Octavinelle (Twisted Wonderland), Any of the sinners, Dante, Charon (Limbus Company), Aster, Rei, Blade, Kuya (Nu Carnival)

Pastel or really saturated colors! Also, eye edits!!!! Ask me to change pupils or add eyelashes and highlights!

⟨❄️› DNI ♡

- basic dni criteria. any sort of homophobe, racist, pedo etc.

- proshippers.

- anti mogai.

- anti kins.

- endogenic systems.

just don't be an asshole and it should be fine otherwise!! ;3

⟨☁️› Rules ♡

I will not use any fanart for editing. This is more of a personal preference thing but yeah!

Anything I'm uncomfortable with doing will be denied. Please be patient after requesting! While some requests are easy for me to do, others take a little bit more from me...

Always credit if you're using something and ask if you want no me/id or f/o tags!!! Sometimes, requests from the whitelist may have priority, but i usually try to go in order!!!

When requesting, please try to type properly and with no typing quirks. Mod has a hard time understanding some of them, so it'd be appreciated if you could do so! ^^

Finally, no reposts!

⟨🩵› About me ♡

Hello, hello!!!! I am Chii or Cheren, but here you may call me Ame! I use any pronouns and my current preferred neos are pup/pups and fang/fangs! I've been editing since 2017 and finally made an editing blog to archive my stuff. Please don't be afraid to talk! ^^

I gif stuff to use in stimboards at @sleepuppy and stitch cards + post renders of games at @idolstitching! ♡ my main is at @vampuppyy!

You can bet I don't support any of the problematic parts of the franchises I edit for (glaring very strongly at the project moon staff) and if anything just claim them as my own ocs if anyone is worried about me supporting their actions

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