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artsyanapink · 1 year

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GANONDORF X READER

I was in hospital for 30 hours and had to start writting the smut part while I was on morphine. Really great decision... 👍 Anyway it's my first Ganon fanfiction so I hope I wrote the character well. I Imagined Ganon in Hyrule Warrior while writting this.

Warnings: SMUT Dubcon (kinda, I just want to be dominated by that man 😳), lust potion and use of force (I like things kinky and hard sorry not sorry) I ain't into villains and bad guys acting like puppies, so don't expect fluffy stuff. He's a bad guy. Not the Demon King for nothing.

On AO3 as well

It's being three years since Hyrule fell. Three years since the castle darkened. There was no sight of the princess anywhere after the king falls. Rumors has it that an evil Gerudo man took the place of the late king and that was the reason why the sun was never in the sky, replace by black clouds, especially close to the castle.

You were always taking a walk in the shopping district of the castle, taking in the songs of the birds and the voices of marchands urging people to buy their stocks. Everything, you would buy it there. But not anymore.

With no more exchanges between the four cities, there was nothing to buy in Hyrule. It was a dead place no matter where you lay your eyes upon. You had to go by feet in Goron city for the spices, Zora domain for the fishes, Rito village for arrows, sugar canes as well as oil and Gerudo town for the fruits. Only apples were growing close to your home and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

You made plan to get to one place each five days since the travelling was taking you two and a half. One if you were lucky to not incountered monsters lurking.

Today you would be going to Gerudo town to restock. You didn't dare go for some days after hearing more beasts were in the region. Hopefully today it would be calm. You changed for the heat while hiding your head from the gust of sand that were frequent and made your way to the town.

You knew you were closer when the dried grass started disappearing and the rocks made their presence known with their massiveness. They were huge. So big that they curved in the center, almost hiding the sun for any light to go through. And no sunlight in the Gerudo desert meant a chilling cold. Fortunately your clothes were warm enough to support the drop of temperature.

It wasn't warm enough however to keep you from the chill that went all the way through your spine. It seemed darker despite the sun hidden already and the shadow casted next to you gave you the affirmation you weren't alone. With small steps, you turned face to face with a enormous horse. His skin as black as charcol and his mane like fire. Your breath stucked in your throat when you saw the rider.

Ganondorf.

You would prefer being embushed by ten bokoblins than with this devil. You had at least a chance of getting away with the first.

"What is a girl like you doing here at night?" His gruff voice made the hair on your body stand as his eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You didn't like the attention on you like this, especially from this type of person. You stepped back, hoping to skirt around the man. "Nothing that concern you, sir." But he moved his horse in your way, halting you as the animal tapped its left hoof angrily with a whinny. You almost tripped at its actions.

"I insist." Ganondorf got down his mount, the clacking of his metal armor resonating in the silence as he made his way to you. He felt something special about you and despite having his doubt about a mere hylian, he would get to the bottom of this. Just like the animal was, the man was huge. Some hair escaped from the shawl on your head, his own red free in the wind. "I think you know who I am."

"I really do not know." You wished he would leave you alone. Ganondorf was gorgeous in your opinion, yes, but a danger. An evil being. It wasn't recommend to mess or less talk with him.

He gritted his teeth. "Do not lie to me, little girl." He grasped your wrist forcefully and you let out a painful whine. "Lying to me is like spitting on my face. Showing dirrespect will get you nowhere." Your body struggled against his hold, profanities leaving your lips every second for him. His eyes widened suddendly when a light blind the both of you, but not enough for the man to losen his grip. "That mark—" A twisted smile appeared on his face at the middle triangle glowing on the back of your hand. "So the legend is true. It does exist."

Confused and scared, you didn't falter your movements. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes met, the claws of his armor leaving a gasp from you. "Let me go!"

"I can't do that now with you in possession of something so important." There was a pregnant pause as his eyes gazed over your form. "You could still proved useful after I've taken it." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What—"

Ganondorf reached for the glow with one hand while the other was still holding you in mid-air. It felt like he was piercing your skin and you screamed, the light around you growing bigger. By the time the light dismished, your body fell limp. The triangle that was on your hand turned grey, getting a scoff from the man. He smirked nonetheless knowing he was closer to get the power he wanted and deserved.

"Just two more."

•°•°•

Your sleep was over when you were throw on something soft. The action making your body bounced and mind alert. The hair on your skin rose up when your eyes made out a figure.

How long was he there?

"Look who decided to finally wake up." He sneered. You jumped from the bed but a yelp left your mouth when you were held back, tangling on the side of the bed. A gold chain was on your ankle, great.

Your eyes glared at him after colliding with the bedpost. Anything to be far from him although you knew inside that wouldn't stop this monster. "You got what you want Ganondorf. Why am I still here?"

The man chuckled darkly. "Feisty, aren't we?" He started to take off his armor, only the armsets with the claws staying. When he turned around however, red flood on your face. He already seemed built but without a top? The man was buff with muscles, red chest hair contrasting with his skin color. Your eyes broke from the sight immediately, hoping the Gerudo didn't see that.

But, oh, he did. "Enjoying the view small one?" Ganondorf threw the armor far while approaching your form dangerously. His eyes slit, challenging you to lie to him again and that shut you up. It only left you angry at yourself for finding this evil king attractive.

"You will stay here to keep me compagny and do as I say. Better started getting obediant now."

Keeping him compagny? "So now I am your pet?" You murmured unhappy, yanking the chain in resilience.

Ganondorf smirked devilishly, lookind down at you. He sounded condescending. "If you want to call it that way, pet." He emphasized the last word. "But you will watch your mouth soon enough."

"Or what?"

The door knocked suddenly, catching you on guard at who it might be. However, by the smile widening on the Gerudo man, you weren't excited to know. A sheikah entered the room. They look at you briefly and then at him. "Lord Ganondorf, I had found what you requested." The sheikah bowed down, giving the man a vial filled with red liquid.

Ganondorf didn't even look their way, his amber eyes on the vial with a twisted expression. "You're still being loyal after all these years, Sheik. I'm surprised."

"I follow whoever is the enemy of the royal family."

"That'll be all." The Sheika left in a puff of smoke.

"What is that?" Your voice was hoarse from the anxiousness, your gaze between the vial and the man.

"Something to keep you in line. It will bring great excitement to you, don't worry." The Gerudo man thugged the chain toward him, resulting in your body sliding to the end of the bed like a doll. It's like you weight nothing. It got a yelp from you and a booming laugh from him. He gripped the ties harder, bringing your face closer to his after the man crouched. "Open wide." But your mouth stayed close. Ganondorf growled at your disobience, irritated. "Don't start again, girl." He grabbed your cheeks and pressed with his armored claws digging into the skin. "Drink."

You finally let go after looking at him. The liquid ran down your troat. Instantately you felt hot and lighthead. "That fast huh?"

You couldn't keep your eyes off Ganondorf, your silent attraction reavealing itself so easily. "I feel strange."

He positionned himself on top of you, chest in full view. "You understand the effects do you, princess?" That nickname was new but it didn't bother you much as it turned you on more instead. Ganondorf cut the clothes with the sharp tip before grazing your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your voice ragged and reaching for air. The man continued to massage your breasts. "How does it feels?"

"You bastard—AH!"

He smirked triumphally while sucking the sensitive part. His tongue was hot and moving fast against your nipple. Your breath quickened at the attention your body was receiving. You hate that you love this. "Don't stop..." You whimpered, hiding your face with your hand.

"What was that girl?" You were interrupted by his hand caressing your lower parts. "Mh." Ganondorf gazed down a moment, his grin larger. "You're enjoying this quite a lot I see." The squishing sound of your garment and the juices were making you even more embarrassed.

"Just...." You try to ignore his eyes lingering on you. "Please continue..."

"Certainly princess."

Your lower body was naked as the air caressed your pussy. The man didn't struggle to take off partly his robe, revealing his member pulsing in front of you. Your pupils dilated and your mouth opened. "It won't fit—"

Ganondorf hands grabbed you easily by the hips, putting you on his lap, just over his member. Your owns instantly placed on his shoulders to create distance. "You were so excited to continue this little game." His voice resonated in your ears like honey, earning another whimper.

"I—"

His armored hand grabbed your cheekbones with power while you watched him with a mixture of lust and fear. "I'm in charge here girl. Don't command me, a king."

The intrusion was sudden but weirdly not as painful as you had thought. Maybe because your juices were flowing and cascading down the interior of your thighs. "That's it." He groaned silently, closing his eyes. The man's hands moved to your waist, applying more force before bringing your down again.

Your gasps filled the room. You were shaking. "It's too much! I'm too filled!"

"Perfect." Ganondorf replied and smacked his hips into you repeatively. He grabbed your hair from behind, another moan leaving your lips in exctasy. "You're mine to keep." He rolled his pelvis, touching new parts inside you that made you see stars. "Your power is mine. All of you—" He growled, changing position so you were now crouched on top of him, his arms snaking around your body and entering deeper than he had previously. "Is mine."

Your eyes rolled to the back, tongue out and sweat running down your body. "More....More please." You whimpered, shaking.

The movement stopped suddenly as his grip on you losened. You watched him with confusion and despair. You were so close! "Why are you stopping?" Your hands were on his pecks, his breathing moving your whole body to the ryththm.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. We are far from finished." He explained smugly. You were roughly switched on your stomach, your eyes half-lidded from the potion and the pleasure. Ganondorf fondled with your buttcheeks and you were vocal again after metal slapped the flesh.

"Ah!"

The man hips collided with your back, the new intrusion farther inside you. He gripped one arm, arching your body towards him while the other hand rest on the redened flesh. "How do you feel?" He huffed, his pelvis either creating round movements or entering forcefully, eliciting shocks across your body. "I sense your lust from your part of the triforce." He groaned, slapping harder but slower.

"I can't feel like this—I can't—" You mumbled inconherently and before you knew it, white filled your vision.

You rested there on the bed, panting and disheveled as Ganondorf looked over at you one last time then left the room laughing with an evil smile on his lips.

#x reader #fanfiction #i love him #ganon #ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #especially smut #reader #zelda #hyrule warriors #ganon x reader

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 5 months

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The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 5

Prompt: domestic fluff

Rated: G

CW: one slight mention of PTSD

Tags: Post Vecna; everybody lives; pining; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Christmas

It's starting to snow by the time Steve gets home, white flakes floating in the headlights of the beemer like balls of cotton. It crunches under his feet as he sloshes towards the front door.

Even with Christmas more than two weeks away, they've been swamped with customers lately, the cold wind and unending snowfalls luring people inside. Now, away from the buzz, the world seems quiet. Peaceful, covered under its white blanket.

Except Steve still hasn't learned to trust that peace. Even after more than a year, even with El assuring them time and again that it's over, they've won, … he still flinches at sounds in the night, looks for escape routes and things to fashion into weapons when entering a room. He isn't sure he'll ever stop.

He shakes his head to chase away the thoughts as he scales the steps to the front porch. He isn’t sure where they're coming from. Probably a combination of stress and the looming depression that always hangs over him at Christmas time, when all of his friends are with their families and he's left in this big, empty house, alone. He’ll take a shower, heat a microwave meal, and see what's on TV, that will-

The front door is unlocked.

He's certain he turned the key not once, but twice before he left.

Steve slides into the dark entrance hall on silent feet. He passes the umbrella stand, eyes scanning his surroundings, and his hand finds the hilt of the nail bat. There's a creak from overhead, like feet on floorboards.

The attic.

The hatch is gaping open as he creeps upstairs, the foldout ladder down.

He holds his breath and inches his way upwards, rung by rung, bat clutched in one white-knuckled hand.

"Hello, Steven," growls a voice, and he abruptly comes face-to-face with a grimace full of too-large teeth.

Steve yelps, slips on the ladder, and goes sprawling on his ass. The nail bat rolls off into the shadows.

"Oh, shit!" Another face appears behind the monster. One haloed in a mane of dark curls and crowned by a fuzzy Santa hat. "You okay, man?"

"Fuck," Steve curses, clambering to his feet and rubbing at his sore butt. "Eddie? What are you doing up there?"

Eddie rolls his eyes and flashes him a toothy grin. It tugs at the scar on his jaw, the one he claims looks totally metal but hides under his hair most of the time. The one that Steve wants to map with his lips.

"Picking up that drill Wayne wanted to borrow. Told you I'd swing by after my shift at the garage."

Steve settles down on the dusty floorboards and frowns. "Wasn't that at noon or something?"

Like he doesn’t know. Like he hasn't memorized all of Eddie’s shifts. Only stopped dropping him off and picking him up every day because Eddie told him to stop. No satanic panic mobs left, no need for a bodyguard.

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and glances at his watch. "Why, what time is i- … whoops. Guess I got side-tracked."

He shakes the monster- which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be a life-sized nutcracker. Its red-cheeked, too-wide smile mocks him and Steve just barely manages to not flip it off.

Instead, he looks over the cardboard boxes around Eddie, all in various states of unpacked-ness. String lights coiled in thick tangles, dusty elves and reindeer and sugar canes.

"Dude," Eddie says. He's pulled several colorful baubles from somewhere and is looping the strings over his ears. It looks ridiculous. It looks adorable. "You never told me you're hiding Santa's village up here."

"Didn’t even know we still had this," Steve mumbles, pulling the nearest box closer. It contains the huge neon letters spelling MERRY XMAS. "It's been forever since we got them out. Way before-"

He trails off. The words hang unspoken in the stale air.

"I always wanted this, y’know?" Eddie says. His fingers are tracing Rudolph's shiny nose. "The whole shebang with the lights and the decorations and the music. Only so much you can do at the trailer."

Steve hums vaguely, watches the way Eddie’s eyes crinkle, how the tip of the Santa hat flops into his face, and represses the urge to brush it back, trace those dimples with the pads of his thumbs.

Eddie is looking at him with big, expectant cow eyes.

"Huh?"

"I said," Eddie repeats, sways into his space. "We should totally do it. Get all this stuff out. The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana."

Steve bites back a laugh, ignores how his stomach flutters at Eddie’s huge, excited grin.

"I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work for just me."

"Yeah, about that …" Eddie’s smile dims and his gaze drops. "I've been meaning to ask …"

He starts to pick at his cuticles, so Steve habitually reaches for one of his hands to stop him.

"Ask what?"

Eddie sucks in a breath, and the next words rush out on the exhale, all at once.

"So Wayne sort of took the holiday shifts because a guy got sick, so it'll just be me, and I thought …since you'll also be … alone, y'know, maybe we could …"

"Eds," Steve says. The flutter in his stomach is turning into a hurricane. "Are you asking if I wanna spend Christmas together?"

"What? Nah!" Eddie winks at him. "As if you'd deny me, please! I'm asking if we can get your ridiculous light show out."

Steve snorts a laugh, chest warm and tingly and bright. "What, all of it?"

"Hell yes, all of it," Eddie throws his head back and cackles, almost losing the hat. "It's gonna be our year, big boy!"

They stay up in the attic for a long time, bickering and joking and unpacking boxes upon boxes of sparkly decor. Outside, the snow continues to fall.

Steve hopes they'll get a white Christmas.

Part 2

All of my holiday drabbles

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddie holiday drabbles #hype's holiday drabbles

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mx-pastelwriting · 14 days

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Fluffy Trim

Viktor x GN! Reader

Summary: Trimming Viktor's fluffy hair.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Soft&Sassy Viktor, Non Sleep Deprived Viktor, Fluff, Reader Cutting hair

Combing through the dense yet light-feeling hair that curled so cutely, Hearing a hum of enjoyment from Viktor meeting his breathtaking eyes looking up to you from his notes he had brought home.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks in a heavy accent, with a face turned in innocent confusion. Bringing a soft smile to your lips as you start again bringing things back to how they were. Pulling softly a thick strain of his dark hair, seeing its long length. "Your hair is getting long," you say, though only getting a light hum as a response.

"I can trim it," you say, breaking his focus on his notes with a more confused look. "Do you not like it long?" He asks, reaching up to his hair, but you huff a laugh. "No, I just think it needs a trim," you say, still combing through his hair.

"Hm, it is a little long," he agrees, twirling the strain. "Come on before it gets late." Getting up from the bed making your way to the shared bathroom. Hearing no more questions, you take out the scissors and comb with a small towel, placing it near the sink.

Turning to Viktor, who was leaning against the door frame watching your actions, "Come here," you say, turning on the water. "What do I do?" He asks laughingly now in front of you, "Lean down under the water so I can wet your hair." You reply, guiding him down and under, then letting the water fill your cupped hand and working in the water quickly to not stress his back.

Finishing, you move quickly again to grab a high-seated chair to save his legs from further strain, taking the seat then putting his cane against the side wall of the bathroom. The small towel around his neck, you move it up and dry his hair a little. Taking the towel away, the sight of his messed hair made you laugh in turn, a smile grew on his face.

Grabbing a comb, then taming the lion mane, parting in the middle to start trimming the bottom up. Looking in the mirror, seeing Viktor focused on your technique of trimming, smiling as you go back to work, fluffing his hair seeing as it blends nicely.

Finishing up your work, looking in the mirror, seeing his shorter hair making you pleased with yourself, watching as he runs his fingers through his hair, pleased as well.

Leaning in, resting your hands on the open parts of the seat, resting your chin lightly on his shoulder, "What do you think?" smiling to your question as he plays with his hair, "Better." Kissing his cheeks, making them glow pink, you move away, starting your cleanup. "Let's get you a shower; all this hair must be itchy," you say, touching his neck covered in freshly cut hair.

"Yes, of course," he says, turning to you while closing the door with his foot. "Only if you join me," he says with his heavy accent again, making you melt.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane #viktor fanfic #viktor x you

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of-canes-and-manes · 8 months

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Oh to bask in the sun all morning~

September 17th, 2023; photography by me

#of-canes-and-manes #photography #farmcore #goats

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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Good morning headmage

I was wondering if you and the other teachers went to the museum with your students this year to celebrate its 100th anniversary ?

If so what did you like there , do you have a favorite artwork ?

Have you been there before 👀?

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

"Why, of course we teachers accompanied our students to the Land of Dawning's National Museum of Art. It would be highly irresponsible of us to allow children to travel to a foreign land without chaperones!”

Crowley perked with pride. Prestige—the acknowledgement of it—tended to have that effect on him, pompous man that he was.

"Not to mention... It's an honor for us to be invited to this centennial celebration! This is a wonderful opportunity for us teachers to appreciate art alongside our young pupils—though I myself have already visited numerous times. Ah, but that is what a long lifespan and a deep respect for history does… Sharpens the mind and the spirit!”

Somehow he ended up circling around and feeding his own ego again.

You walked alongside him, tactfully staying silent and letting the headmaster ramble.

Famous faces passed by, relics of the past unearthed. Stories, centuries in the making. History coming to life around you.

Click, clack, click.

Crowley’s polished shoes and cane alternated, echoing sharply in the gallery.

“This solemn, almost reverent atmosphere is rather pleasing. It grants one the space and time to properly admire and reflect on the artwork on display.”

He raised a hand, his golden claw-shaped rings upon each finger shining under the museum’s lights. Crowley gestured to the paintings that lined the closest wall. You followed where he led your gaze.

Platinum frames, seven in total. Each held an illustration of a familiar figure—you recognized them from the stone statues lining Main Street.

“I find myself gravitating toward the classics. Perhaps I am sentimental, fufu. My bias is clear.”

The Queen of Hearts.

She looked on from up high, posed with a gavel behind a banister and flanked by card soldiers. Her face was kind and rounded, but her expression was stern. Hands folded in her lap and her hammer raised to deliver justice, she was the picture of dignified grace.

The King of Beasts.

He reclined in a dark cave, bones scattered around him. The King stood out from the others of his kind--body lanky, a scar knitting one eye, mane a deep black, and with an unmatched feline poise. He toyed with a skull in one paw, his mouth twisted into a contemplative smirk.

The Sea Witch.

She danced, tentacles curling, in an anemone garden, lilac arms outstretched to cuddle her beloved pets: two moray eels that adorned her arms like a living boa. Pinkish light spilled onto them, emanating from her bubbling cauldron. Another potion brewing to fulfill some poor, unfortunate soul's wish.

The Sorcerer of the Sands.

A thin man with a long face and a goatee pieced together a golden scarab, its light piercing the starry night. Particles of sand and glittering magic kicked up, scattering across his black and red robes. The wings of the scarab, flickering rapidly--as if about to take flight.

The Beautiful Queen.

She triumphantly held up a goblet of bubbling liquid, her radiant face reflected in it. High cheek bones, skin smooth as china, full lips, long lashes, a gown that clung to her hourglass figure. Her beauty was every bit as deadly as the poison in the glass.

The King of the Underworld.

He beamed in the painting, showing sharp teeth. Various tabletop games surrounded him, and he seemed to take great joy in maneuvering a chess piece across a board. No opponent was in view--the man was a lone player.

The Thorn Fairy.

She loomed in her spiked throne, her calm face cut severe by the gathering shadows and green candlelight. Briar crept around the tattered hem of her cloak, waiting for her next command. One word, and you felt as though they would come to life and rush at you.

The Great Seven together dominated the hallowed halls of the museum. In awe of them, you felt yourself shrink back. If was as though your body instinctively knew to kneel in the presence of such raw power.

Crowley, too, quietly bowed his head to the Seven. He held his top hat to his chest, his dark lips pursed into a serene smile.

"What visionaries! We must all strive to the same heights as they."

#twisted wonderland #twst #Dire Crowley #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Reader #self insert #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk

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schmergo · 10 months

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I really loved seeing the West End production of The Lion King last month and was especially intrigued by the costuming and puppetry. In honor of the tour coming to DC, I wanted to share some cool info about Mufasa and Scar’s costumes from the stage production!

Mufasa’s costume was designed to represent wisdom, strength, and above all else, balance. His mask and mane are rounded and symmetrical in a design reminiscent of the sun and its rays as well as the “Circle of Life.” The golden tones of his costume represent sunlight and also tie him to the other lions. He uses two swords in moments of action and animal instinct throughout the play, representing the lion’s forelegs. Many elements of his costume are inspired by the Maasai people.

Scar’s costuming achieves opposite goals from Mufasa’s. His entire look is one of assymetry and imbalance, as he threw off the legitimate circle of life, line of succession, and even the local ecosystem in the course of his story. His mask is angular with a spiky mane that only sticks straight up. The actor’s makeup is painted on as a disdainful sneer- one eyebrow raised, one lip higher than the other- that makes him look snarky but also asymmetrical. The same goes for his lounging postures, leaning on one hip.

The actor leans on a cane throughout the show, which he also uses as a weapon. It reads as a foppish, aristocratic affectation, but also perhaps a sign of a physical injury in addition to his facial scar. If Mufasa’s two swords represent his forelegs, Scar’s single cane may represent an injured or even partly missing foreleg.

Every actor who plays a lion in the musical wears a corset, and each one is unique, but Scar’s is the most different of all. The “boning” of his corset actually looks like exposed bones, emphasizing his character’s gaunt, angular frame as seen in the movie. Even his pants come to sharp points, representing his haunches. There are more exposed bones on his elbows and a ruff of bones that looks like a bony hunched back attached to his back as opposed to Mufasa’s flowing fabric cape. This definitely amped up the Richard III vibes in a show already full of Shakespearean echos— and all those bones also clearly tie him in with themes of death!

Both Scar’s and Mufasa’s “lion heads” are used interchangeably as headpieces and masks at different times in the show. The actors “puppeteer” the position of the mask with a mechanism controlled by a switch in the palm of their hands.

What are some of your favorite musical theatre costumes?

#Disney #Lion king #Disney Broadway #west end #Broadway #musicals #costumes #musical theatre #mufasa #scar #theatre #the lion king

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fox-guardian · 1 year

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[ID: Digital drawings of Jekyll and Hyde characters as furries on a gray background. The first image is of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and they are each labelled as such. Dr. Jekyll is a thin sheep with curly white hair and wool and his face, hands, and feet are black. He has blonde sideburns and a goatee. He is wearing a white suit with a tailcoat with champagne colored lapels and cuffs, a pale yellow vest, a high-collared white shirt with a black bow-tie, and circular gold glasses. His short tail sticks out from between his coattails. Mr. Hyde is a much shorter black wolf with the skull structure of a sheep. His hair is black, curly, and wild, with a huge cowlick curling over his head. His eyes are a pale green with slit pupils and purple eyeshadow, his teeth are long and sharp, his claws are pale green with purple paw-pads, and his tail is long, fluffy and ragged, ending in a curl. He is wearing a purple high-collared shirt, a white cravat with a pale green fastener, a pale green patterned vest, black trousers, and pale green spats with purple buttons over his feet paws, and he holds a black and silver cane. Jekyll is standing with a surprised expression, 3-fingered hoof-hand near his mouth, looking to the side, while Hyde is hunched with a wide stance, bearing his teeth and claws, arms spread wide, looking slyly at the viewer.

The second image shows Mr. Utterson and Dr. Lanyon. Mr. Utterson is a short, fat, gray, British Shorthair cat wearing a shirt, vest, tie, pinstriped trousers, and spats over his paws, all in shades of muted blue. He is standing with a tired expression, looking slightly downward, holding a blue and silver cane. Dr. Lanyon is a tall, sturdily-built horse with red and white fur and a short blonde mane and tail, sideburns, and mustache. His hooves are gold, and he is wearing rectangular glasses, a pale pink high-collared shirt, a pink cravat, brown suspenders and trousers, and red lace-up spats. He is smiling and holding his suspenders with his pinkies out. His hands are 5-fingered with hoof-like ends.

The third image shows Jekyll and Lanyon physically butting heads, staring angrily at each other, with Utterson beneath them, lifting a finger and nervously saying "Gentlemen, please...." Utterson's paw beans are pink. end ID]

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FINALLY the SECRET FURRIES are REVEALED!! gaze upon my gay victorian men

#fg's art #jekyll and hyde #j&h #henry jekyll #edward hyde #gabriel john utterson #hastie lanyon #furry #j&h furry au #im sure im not the first to do sheep/wolf jekyll and hyde BUT. i dont care <3 i think it's Neat <3 #for the uninitiated i feel compelled to inform you that no. my human jekyll is not blonde #he Also has black hair like hyde it just didn't work well with the sheep thing to keep it black #my jekyll being blonde is Cursed so i feel the need to clarify ajkhsdasjhd

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vibratingskull · 6 months

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Could I maybe get Thrawnxfem!brothel worker,something something alien biology and mating

It will be a 2 parter cause I can't segway my way to the smut organically, enjoy the romantic fluff of the first part.

“Hurry up! Get in ranks!” shouts the Matriarch.

You and all your brothel’s sisters run to place yourself in the Grand Salon, a large room richly decorated in a royal fashion, so different from the quarters reserved for the prostitutes. With gold and forest green tones, large lavish sofas and long wall hangings, this room clearly tries to mimic the atmosphere of the Imperial Palace without really succeeding. Not that you could know what the interior of the Imperial Palace would look like. A low ranking whore like you doesn’t really get time or permission for cultural leaves.

You rearrange your hair as you run in the corridors, flattening your short dress with your colleagues next to you, wondering who might have come at the brothel to cause such agitation. Usually when a client comes, they get a sample of the harlots, maximum ten prostitutes presented to them, but today, all 50 prostitutes are being hurried to the Salon.

Who might have come to cause such a commotion?

“Move away, you!” You’re being pushed against the wall.

Daniama and her gang walk past you with laughter, with heavy make up and golden jewelries, they are the creme de la creme of the Brothel, young, fit, exotic, beautiful… They brought a real fortune to the house and in two or three tricks they should be able to buy their freedom away from the prostitutes' neighborhood and pay their debts to the Matriarch. You envy them terribly. You are a lower class harlot, not being picked much, still in outrageous debts up to your neck. You doubt you will ever leave this house, at least until your youth wither away, then you will be thrown out in the streets of Coruscant, alone.

You bite your inner cheek.

“Hurry up!” Barks the Matriarch, “Don’t keep him waiting!”

You place yourself hurriedly in line, next to your friends of misfortune. Daniama and her gang are placed forwards, in a spotlight for the client to see them first. They will again be chosen tonight, leaving all your other sisters arms dangling without any cash infusion again.

“Silence, girls! Lower your heads, we have a VIP guest tonight, do justice to the house!”

Daniama giggles, freeing her mane and deepening her cleavage. The armada of prostitutes behind her is just here for decorations, here to embellish her and her friends even more, a prop to their success.

“Do you think he will buy the debt of one of us?” She asks her gang, they laugh excitedly in response, holding hands.

Your own friend nudges you with a comforting smile. You smile back at her in the same fashion. That’s right, once they are gone you will have more chances on your own. Do not despair!

A man enters the room and immediately silence takes place.

You raise your eyes discreetly to see him. It is a tall man, taller than anyone in this room, with deep blue skin and glowing red eyes. He wears a white military uniform but you can’t make sense of his plaque.

“Welcome, Grand Admiral.” The Matriarch salutes him with a sweet voice and a smile “It is an honor to see you.”

You lower your eyes immediately as he looks over the room. Never meet a client's eyes until they choose you…

“Well, I just hope to find what I came here for. You are not the first establishment I visited today.” He lets her know, hands clasped behind his back.

“They always say that, but they always come back to us after.” She assures him.

“We will see about that.”

“Let me show you the girls, Grand Admiral Thrawn. I am sure we have the perfect product for you!” She gestures to him to approach, taking support from her cane.”This is Daniama, she is the pearl of the establishment, she is very well versed in all the pleasure techniques and will satisfy you in every possible way.”

He takes a step further, observing her intently. You can only see her back but you imagine her smiling boldly at him, looking at him in his eyes despite the interdiction. She does a small reverence and he simply takes her wrist and pulls it to his nose.

Is he… sniffing her?

He frowns and releases her immediately.

“No, she is not what I am searching for.” he simply states.

The Matriarch winces, it is uncommon that Daniama gets rejected. She presents one of her friends to him instead and he repeats the operation.

Same results.

You don’t know what he’s searching for but la creme de la creme isn’t useful today. He won’t find anything else here.

He starts walking among the rest of the prostitutes, blatantly ignoring the rest of the gang. He stops here and there, breathing in the scent off the wrist of some girl while the Matriarch presents her to him, but none pleases him. The more he tries and fails, the more displeased his expression gets. He’s losing precious time here when he should be planning important military campaigns!

You lower back your head when he enters your rank, walking calmly among the commoners. His boots resonate in the silent Salon, intimidating everyone. Your eyes are fixed on the ground when his black boots enter your field of vision and stop in front of you.

You hold your breath.

“She comes from a lesser establishment. I am not sure she would be suitable for someone of your stature, Grand Admiral. She is still quite inexperienced and not up to the standards of the House yet.” the Matriarch warns him.

He takes your wrist delicately.

His skin is so warm…

He deeply breathes in your scent and you regret not putting on perfume today, after a long day of work your musk can be significant.

He freezes completely.

You purse your lips. You just hope he won’t make any comment.

He breathes in again like to be sure of what he just sniffed.

His hand grazes the back of your head and forces you to tilt your head and expose your neck gently. He leans forward, his warm breath blowing on the skin of your neck, deeply inhaling again. He then parts from you, his fingers sliding under your chin to force you to meet his gaze.

He’s handsome. With delicate and haughty features, an assured gaze and a massive stature. Despite your better judgment your eyes meet and you immediately get lost in them. They are wonderful, like jewels…

“This one.” He just says and leaves immediately, letting you dumbfounded and arms dangling.

Your friend hugs you with a laugh as you catch back your breath.

“Well hurry up, (y/n)! Don’t keep him waiting, go prepare yourself!” The Matriarch chides you curtly.

You run back to your garret, passing on the dress reserved to your clients. You quickly comb your hair again and brush your teeth.

“Maker, hurry up!” The Matriarch shouts again.

You exit your room and she seizes your arm to push you through the corridors of the house. She guides you towards the biggest suite of the establishment, and looks terribly nervous. Arriving in front of the door, she picks specks of dust of your dress, flattening the fabric and checking your hairstyle

“Listen, this is a Grand Admiral, you must please him and bring fortune to the House. This is an incredible opportunity, so be nice, be obedient and don’t forget to smile and thank him for whatever he does.”

She then knocks on the door and pushes you inside.He’s sitting on a comfortable armchair, a glass of wine in his hand, looking at you. You immediately kneel.

“Sir.” You lower your head in submission.

You hear him snarl as he sips his wine.

“Stand up and raise your head.”

You obey. Your eyes meet again and you feel inextricably called by them. They are so beautiful…

“Approach.” He says softly, extending his hand to you.

You walk up to him and take his hand, his thumb brushes the back of yours and he inhales your scent again with a satisfied grin. You let him do it, a bit curious.

“What are you doing, sir?” You ask, trying to understand.

“I scent your pheromones.” He just answers casually, like it is a mundane occurrence.

You frown, his nose is very human-like, can it really pick up pheromones? He must have different olfactory receivers than yours.

“I am sorry, I did not have time to put on perfume.” You explain.

“That is quite well. It would have twisted my reading.” He tenderly kisses your hand.

You shift your weight, a bit troubled. You are not used to “nice” clients, they rarely make any efforts towards the girls they purchase. They prefer an obedient, silent girl and don’t embarrass themself with courtesy.

“And what are you reading?” You ask lowly, like a dirty secret, remembering your job.

“Exactly what I was searching for. My Von'ot.” His thumb keeps brushing your hand so tenderly it embarrasses you.

You smile with your best doe eyes and sit on his laps, letting the cut of your dress reveal your thighs to his gaze. You kiss the back of his hand and place it on the warm flesh of your thighs, inviting him to caress and explore your skin like a good prostitute would but his hand remains unmoving.

“And what is your Vonotte?” You ask with your temptress voice.

“Von'ot.”

“Yes, Vonotte.”

“No, it is pronounced : Von'ot.”

You wince.

“That’s what I said: Vonot!”

He shakes his head with an amused expression.

“This is not quite right, you must pronounce : Von'ot.”

You purse your lips. He was supposed to focus on your sexy voice and disposition, not how to pronounce a word!

“Well, whatever it is pronounced, what is it?” You flatter him.

Always showing interest in what the client says, whatever he says, pretend it is the most fascinating thing you ever heard. You start unbuttoning his collar to gain access to his neck and start kissing it.

“In Basic you will call it a mate.” He sighs deeply.

You stop.

You part from him, frowning.

“Like a… friend?” You inquire suspiciously.

“No, dear one.” He grazes your cheek with his knuckles.

Those little physical displays of affection really start to stress you out. Usually you would already be in bed with his cock deep inside you and you would forget about each other the next day. But this…

Like he’s trying to sweeten you.

He’s about to demand something from you, something he was rejected for in the other Brothels, something so ignominious no other harlots would do it.

It’s always like that with non-human clients…

You look at him with heavy suspicion, holding your breath.

“Like a sex partner for life. A soul twin, a companion in life.” He explains.

Your frowns deepen. You are so suspicious now.

“I came here to find my other half.” He keeps caressing your cheek with some fondness in his eyes.

You are fully creeped out.

“What do you mean?”

“I propose you to buy your contract to your Matriarch and take you from this life of prostitution and uncertainty.”

All your nerves are on fire. Is this some kind of sick joke? Luring an escape to a desperate woman to mock her?

“You are not believing me.” He simply adds.

“You will understand it is quite hard to believe such a thing.” You just respond between your teeth.

Is it rich people's humor? A thing you’re too poor to understand? Coming all back there and having a laugh at people’s misery?

“I admit it, but I am genuine in my offer.”

You stand off his laps and take some steps in the suite, hugging yourself.

“Why would you do that in the first place?” You mumble

“Because I want my mate at my side at all times, to live with her, to enjoy her presence and revel in what she has to offer.” He patiently explains, slouched on the seat like a king.

“What would make you think a human prostitute could be a proper mate to your species? Humans don’t have mates.”

“Your pheromones indicate you are compatible with me. Perhaps it will not work out, but I am willing to try, the question is : are you?”

“That’s…” You bite your cheek “That is a lot to take in.”

“I understand it.”

“What if I say no?”

“I will leave you be and search for someone else compatible with me.” He takes a sip of his drink.

You bite your thumb. If you say no, someone else will be saved and you could say goodbye to your only chance to leave this life. The offer is tempting, but could you trust him? He’s a soldier after all, you give them little credits.

“I don’t even know you.” You counter “How could I trust you? Maybe you’re a psychopath in search of its next victim.”

“I admit you can give little to no credit to my story.” He raises from his seat without pressing himself “But you should find intel on my personhood on the holonet quite easily. It should paint you a broad portrait of who I am.” He slips right behind you and you feel his warm hands pressed on your arms, very gently, caressing your soft skin. “But you might be more interested in who I am in private…” He murmurs so softly in your ear, you feel his warm breath grazing your thin skin, making you shiver.

You spin on yourself towards him suddenly, taking him aback.

“Alright, and how would it go exactly?” You inquire.

You are terribly tempted, it is a unique chance, your ticket out of hell, but you should make sure you won’t end up in another one.

“You would live with me on my ship or my Corusantian apartment when on leave, you would cater to my needs. All your own needs will be taken care of, as your expenses. You will have your own room and privacy, manage your own money, you will be free to follow your own career and spend time with who you want. You will pretty much be a free woman.”

“Pretty much?”

“You will be tied to me for life.”

You bite down your nail again, mind speeding.

“And those needs I should cater to, what are they precisely?” You investigate.

“Primarily my sexual needs. But I also research a partner in life, a comforting and friendly presence-”

“Oh, you want a sex friend.” You understand suddenly.

He seems to wince a bit at this mention.

“If that is how you humans call them. Do those “sex friends” share a soul bond with their companions?”

“Maybe not.” You admit.

“Understand that I search for a partner for life, it is not a light decision.” He explains.

You think about it for a minute before asking.

“Let’s pretend I accept, we share a bond, yadda, yadda, yadda… What would happen if I fall in love with someone else?”

“Usually mates fall in love with each other.”

“Probably, but we humans don’t operate like that. So how would it go? Would I be free enough to pursue them? Will you chain me to you?”

“In theory, it could happen, indeed.” He reflects “I would not refrain you from sentimental fulfillment with another person, you should just make sure that they are okay with you having sex and sharing a deep bound with me.”

“And what if I invite them to the bedroom with us?” You half-jokingly ask.

“I would oppose that idea.” He shakes his head “I will not tolerate to share intimacy with another person than my mate.”

You purse your lips. Having a romantic life is forbidden in the prostitute district, and without being overly romantic yourself you always dreamed of finding your own love, your beloved, your sweetheart.

“So, in your package deal we ultimately fall for each other?”

“Am I that displeasing to your eyes?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” You temper. “No. It’s just that it severely limits the options.”

It’s true, he’s a very handsome man, you won’t be against falling in love with him theoretically, but you don’t know what the future holds.

He holds his chin, like he is pondering the circumstances.

“Hmmm. I suppose you are right. I always thought I would fall in love with my Von'ot, but if I choose a human, maybe we could make an exception. Even if I doubt it will ever happen, accepting the bond is quite a soul changing experience.”

You lick your teeth, lost in your thoughts.

What do you have to lose at that point? It would be crazy to accept, but it would be as crazy to not take that chance and slowly die in that district.

“Are there other things I should be aware of beforehand?”

“My species goes through heat and rut cycles, that is why we need compatible mating partners. Ultimately, those natural processes for the goal to produce an heir, therefore I would most probably ask you to bear my child, is that acceptable to you?”

You always wanted a baby.

Not now tho, you’re way too young for motherhood.

“The question should be : do you mind them being interspecie?” you demand “I think that would be the problem for you.”

“ I do not mind in the slightest.”

“Then I think I’m cool with it too. Just not now, I am not ready to be a mother.”

“I understand perfectly. I myself am not ready to start a family.” He nods his head. “My kind also has some kind of… exotic features compared to you humans. You should be aware of that.”

You shrug, you’ve crossed paths with so many aliens, nothing can surprise you no more.

“I should be able to manage.”

“Is that a yes, then?”

You inhale deeply.

“Yes. I accept.”

The die is cast.

“Wonderful. Let us start, then.”

He seizes your face and leans forward to kiss you. By reflex you back down.

Kissing is a no go for prostitute, the only thing you would not do with client, the only intimate act reserved to loved ones. You only kissed once with a young lover in your teen years, before you get enrolled in a brothel.

“But… What are you doing… Sir?”

He tilts his head.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Didn’t you want to buy my debt from my Matriarch?!” You ask, lost.

“I will, but there are more present matters to attend to right now.” He takes your hand and places it on his groin. It was hidden by the long white jacket but it is swollen and warm to the touch, since when is it hard like that?

“Did you think I would not take you to bed?” He asks, amused by your confusion.

“I lost track of that with the discussion.”

He gently kisses your temple.

“I want to seal the deal as soon as possible. It has been years since I started searching for you. So many places visited, but you were not there.” He peppers kisses and pecks all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose. “You really made yourself desired.”

“I am sorry?”

“It is quite good. You are here, finally. And I cannot wait to tie myself to you, feeling whole for the first time in my life.”

He leans forward again and you evade him by instinct.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, puzzled

“No…. I mean, it’s just… Kissing is the only intimate act we reserve for our true lover.” You explain.

He considers you in silence for a minute.

“You are not a prostitute anymore. You are a free woman, free to love whoever you want, and kiss whoever you want.” He says, like it resolves years of conditioning.

“I guess, it’s just… I have to get used to it.”

“Let me put it this way : Do you give me the permission to kiss you?”

You look into his eyes, they are so clear and assertive… They’re beautiful fireballs illuminating the dim room. He’s so gorgeous, so handsome, so soft and gentle… But you want to be sure, is he gonna keep true to his words if he doesn’t get what he wants? Is he gonna respect your consent?

“I would rather we wait.” You admit.

He takes back your hand and kisses the back.

“Then we will wait, dear one.”

“What will happen if you get in a rut and I’m still not ready?” You investigate.

“I will take care of everything myself like I used to all these years.”

“Thank you…” You let out in a breath.

“Thank you.” He takes back his coat and put it on. “Follow me, we are going to see your employer.”

He doesn’t take you to bed?

“We are not gonna do it?” You ask perplexed.

He shakes his head slightly.

“No. If you are not ready to kiss me, you are not ready to have me in bed.”

He extends his hand to you with a soft smile, waiting for you. You consider his blue palm, it looks so soft and inviting…

You take it and he squeezes your hand.

“Let us go from this place.” He says, eyes already focused on the future.

You look at them enthralled.

And realize you can’t wait for the day he can kiss you.

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 11 months

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part thirteen

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

genre: angst/neutral

el's thoughts: this... is the "official" final part of the series! thank you so so much for all the love and support y'all have given me! i left the ending in a place where i can always come back and pick it up if i wanted to. so with that being said, please enjoy this part! i hope you like it as much as i loved writing it! please remember to reblog and comment :)

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Nikolai leaned heavily on Toyla while Tamar walked on his other side, both siblings leading him to a place to sit. The crows followed silently behind the group of three, watching the other soldiers carry their dead.

“Long may the night carry our souls until the dawn renews us.” Toyla said as he helped the young king sit on a wooden crate.

“Rabinov. Canto Seventeen.” Kaz spoke, leaning forward on his cane.

Toyla smiled, “Seems we both share an appreciation for life’s beauty.”

Nikolai let out a soft groan when he put some of his weight on his wounded shoulder. Tamar placed her hand on his back, “Are you okay?”

“A moment of sun before we deal with our losses.” The blonde stared blankly in front of him. “Dominik…” He cut himself off as he felt emotions rising in his throat at the thought of the loss of his best friend.

“He did exactly what any of us would have done for each other. For you.” Tamar’s voice held nothing but conviction as she spoke.

The group's attention was taken away from each other when they noticed five people walking into their camp. Alina lead the group while Mal followed behind everyone. Nina stopped at the line of dead soldiers and stood in her place with a distant look in her eyes. Y/N froze in her steps a few paces before the heartrender, lost in her own mind as she observed the people around her. Kaz stared at her with a flash of concern in his piercing eyes. Nikolai watched the small, nearly unnoticeable interaction with slight interest before he saw Inej hand the blade to Alina.

Alina ran off to find Mal and before Inej walked over to the other crows she turned to Y/N. She held her hand out to call her over causing the inferni to smile softly to herself. She followed the suli girl a few paces behind her finally looking over the rest of their crew. Kaz watched her intently, waiting for her to make eye contact finally and when she did neither was brave enough to break it. A strong sense of longing filled Y/N’s chest but she held her ground, only nodding at the man before going over to Nikolai and the twins.

“And Kirigan?” Nikolai asked.

“Dead.” Y/N’s voice was cold and emotionless as she avoided looking into their eyes. “Zoya is protecting the body. Alina wants it burned.”

A wave of unspoken relief washed over the trio seated before her.

The young king rose to his feet and faced the crows. “Thank you. My country might have been sunk if you hadn’t arrived.” His lips formed a faint smirk, “Again.”

“We’ll settle those thanks in gold.”

Y/N’s eyes only lifted from the ground in front of her at the sound of Kaz’s gravelly voice.

Tamar and Toyla helped Nikolai limp away with Nadia and her brother following the trio.

“He’s right, you know. We do have our adventures. We should hire a writer to jot down our story.” As Jesper spoke, Wylan moved to stand next to Kaz while Y/N stayed seated on the wooden crates.

“What will we call it?” The zemini continued. “The four charming rouges of Ketterdam. Yes.” He smiled to himself with pride.

“There’s six of us.” Kaz said quietly as he glanced between Nina and Y/N.”

Jesper snapped his fingers, “Right. Six of cro-”

Y/N stood with Nina and the horse’s stroking their manes while leaning her head against one of their necks. She heard the muffled sound of Kaz’s cane coming towards them and she swiftly moved behind the horses so she wouldn’t have to see him directly.

“You might be a Saint now.” Kaz said to Nina. “Bringing someone back from the dead.”

“I wish I could take credit. Wasn’t me. She’s the real Saint.” They both turned to look at Alina talking with Nikolai.

“Once the world stops looking at her with gratitude, they’ll start to wonder if she's outstayed her welcome. That’ll be dangerous.” Kaz’s words caused Y/N's mind to run wild with uncontrollable thoughts. How were the people to react once they saw her for what she truly was? Where was she supposed to stay if she had to ture home? Her whole existence’s purpose was to protect grisha, at least that’s what Kirigan told her. She was to be a shield for those too weak to make their own. She was trained to willingly sacrifice herself over and over again. She didn’t know a life without that mentality.

“She may be the first person I’ve met who is both of the two most dangerous types in this world.” Nina’s voice shook her from her thoughts.

“And which two are those?” Kaz asked.

“Those defending their happily ever after. And those who don’t know how to find their way to one.” The heartrender spoke while watching him expectantly.

“Sounds like someone else I know.” He diverted.

“I can't make peace with this place. I’m not giving up on my happily ever after.” Nina shook her head, “I’ll claw my way to one. If he’ll let me.”

Kaz’s eyes moved past Nina to the pair of boots standing behind one of the horses before looking back at the girl in front of him. “Let me help you.”

Y/N smiled softly to herself at the sound of determination in his voice. Proud of the small bit of care for his friends breaking through his walls.

The heat was scorching as they all stood around Kirigan’s body that laid on a bed of firewood. Y/N extended her hand from where she stood and lit the two torches where they laid in their basket. She stood next to Zoya with Genya and Alina next to them. The crows stood behind the girls while Nikolai and his soldiers stood on the stone steps in front of everyone.

Kaz stood directly behind the inferni, everything in his being screamed to place a hand of comfort on her shoulder but he knew he couldn’t. Instead he was left to watch in affliction as her shoulders visibly tensed beneath her uniform, her hands clenched and unclenched at the sight of the Darkling’s body before her. The man who caused her mental and emotional pain for years before she was able to escape. Before Kaz was able to do everything in his power to keep her safe and out of harm's way the best he could.

“You go.” Alina spoke to Zoya and Genya. “You both have every right.”

Zoya lit the bed of firewood first, her eyes never leaving the Darkling’s pale face as she tossed the torch next to his feet. Genya then walked forward and lit the wood next to his head, making sure the fire caught before turning and handing the torch to Alina.

“No grave. Nothing left.” Alina spoke as she stood before the body. “Goodbye, Aleksander.” She threw the torch onto him and walked back to stand beside Genya.

Y/N moved her hands subtly twirled her fingers to spread the fire over the bed of wood while Nikolai walked down the steps.

“Today is a new beginning.” The young king started his speech. “For all of Ravka. Hell, for our whole world. It’s a bit daunting, isn't it? Knowing where to go from here.” He looked at the four girls at the front of the group, Alina and Genya holding hands while Y/N and Zoya stood beside each other like soldiers. “We’ve had a singular focus for so long. So much blood has been shed. After hundreds of years separated by the Fold, we can celebrate a unified Ravka. Our neighbors to the North will see us united and will aim to strike. But often it’s not the battle that takes the most from us. It’s the aftermath. The chance to put the pieces of our lives back together.” He focused his attention on Y/N, the girl holding eye contact with him. “When a Phoenix rises for the ashes, it is not the same. But in that rebirth, is potential. Potential for a new purpose.”

Y/N turned her head down to stare at her sandy boots. Hyperawear of Kaz’s lingering eyes on the back of her head.

“Thanks for what Alina has done for us,” Nikolai continued. “We all have a chance to better the world now that the Fold is gone. Above all, you must trust. Trust in each other. In yourselves. Trust in the fact that this is the start of better days to come. And it won’t be easy, of course. Nothing is.” He looked around the group of soldiers and thieves. “I had hoped to end that on a more uplifting note, but here we are.”

The crows all walked away, glancing back at Y/N every-so-often as she stood with her eyes glazed over while she stared at the charred body of General Kirigan.

Alina wrapped her arm around Genya and looked to the other two girls silently asking them to come closer. Zoya stepped first and reached her hand out to Y/N, drawing her into her side. Nikolai watched the four girls with an ache in his chest but a slight smile on his lips before he too followed the rest of the group. Leaving them there to have their final moments alone.

Y/N sat with her hand’s clasped in front of her on her knees. Her eyes were closed as her lips moved in a silent prayer. She prayed for her country and the road ahead of them they’d have to pave. She prayed for her old friends and new found friends. For them to find peace and happiness in every step forward from now on.

The last of her prayers fell from her lips when she heard soft footsteps down the hall followed by the unmistakeable clicking of her favorite cane. She closed her eyes and bit back her smile when she felt him walk into the small chapel room.

“Lantsov paid up.” Kaz said. “Everyone will get their cut.”

“I didn’t do this for the money, Brekker.” Y/N replied, her eyes still focused on the stained glass portrait of Alina. She sighed when he didn’t say anything. “And Nina?”

“She’ll receive a pardon for deserting and another for her Fjerdan.” The inferni looked back at him, his eyes not meeting her as he updated her. “As long as he stays out of trouble, the charges will be dropped.”

She nodded and faced forward once again, opening her mouth to say something then quickly decided against it and bit her tongue.

“I also…” Kaz cleared his throat. “Wanted to say goodbye.”

Y/N felt her eyes glaze over as she turned to look at him, “I didn’t think you were the sentimental type.” Her smile faded when he didn’t say anything, his eyes avoiding her at all costs. “Who said I wasn’t going back to Ketterdam? I have to say… That city has grown on me.”

“Ravka is your home. You and I both know that you need to stay. Your country still needs you, Y/L/N. They’ll need someone to help lead, not a king, not a sun Saint. They’ll need a strong soldier.”

Y/N turned away from him quickly, blinking back her tears. That was the last thing she hoped to hear. How she still had to keep fighting for her country, for the people who hadn't done much for her in return. She couldn’t go back with the people who had shown her true kindness. Not yet anyway.

She swallowed hard before speaking, “I know this won’t mean much to you… but I pray for him. For the person who you once were. And you.”

“I don’t want your prayers.”

“What do you want then?”

Kaz stared at her as she looked down at her hand and twisted her fingers together. And all at once, that familiar sense of longing settled in his stomach. What did he want? For her to let go of her morals and values just to come back to Ketterdam with him? For her to be one of his crows or something more? To be able to see her everyday in the normalcy of the Barrel. To have everyday conversations with her. To get to know her better than anyone has ever tried. For her to trust him just as he felt he could trust her. What did he want? Her.

“To die, buried under the weight of my own gold.” His mind screamed at him for lying. For lying to her of all people.

Y/N chuckled humorlessly, “More money. More scores to settle.” With a deep breath she rose to her feet and walked closer to him. Her actions startled him for a split second. “Was there never another dream?” His lack of response caused her to nod and start walking past him.

The sudden urge to reach out for her washed over Kaz so strongly he finally gave in. His gloved hand clasped around her wrist. “Stay.”

She froze at the feeling of the leather on her skin, the air leaving her lungs in a gasp.

“Stay in Ketterdam.” He choked out the words. “Stay with…” He couldn’t finish his thought as she turned around to face him.

She smiled softly as she looked at their hands “What would be the point?” She moved her hands to hold his one in both of hers. “We both don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into yet, and that’s okay. You’re not ready and… I might not be either.” She let out a sigh. “You have a kingdom of your own back in Ketterdam to run and I have a country to help run. We… We have jobs to do, you said so yourself. But-” She finally brought her eyes up to his and licked her lips in thought as her mind ran over her next words. “But if you’re also willing and the Saints above see it fit… I’ll wait. For you. I’ll be here waiting for you whenever you’re ready. I will have you, Kaz Brekker, when you’re ready. That’s my promise to you.” She smiled one last time up at him before letting go of his hand and walking out of the chapel room.

Kaz continued to stare where she once stood and gave in to the slight quirk of his lips. When he’s ready. That was something he could live with.

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rexistypingg · 2 months

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made a ponysona :D

(ID: a yellow unicorn with a bright pink and blue mane and tail, as well as pink hooves. they are using a cane and their cutie mark is a dark blue, light blue, and pink paint splatter somewhat shaped like a flower. the text reads 'ink splatter, they/them)

#my art #mlp fim #mlp #cripplepunk #i've never done an image description before how did i do?

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disneyanddisneyships · 9 months

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@gyubby99 I had an idea

Summary: After Alastor cheated on Aponi, she decided to take a bit of revenge when Angel tells her the radio demon is in the audience of one of her performances.

Warnings: stripping, sexual content and context, innuendo, mentions of cheating and jealousy, lap dancing, mentions of Maturb*tion and Valentino

I my head this is what Aponi is wearing.

Partition

Aponi put out her cigarette as she put on her makeup.

This was the first time she was performing since the scandal. And she had something big planned.

"Hey uh... 'poni?" Angel dust called as he walked into her dressing room.

"What's up angie?" Apono asked as she pulled her orange rove up a but more so she wasn't cold.

"Alastor is here," he stated.

Aponi halted the movements of putting on lipstick before she smirked.

Looks like her performance would have to be a little more risqué than originally planned.

"I'll be out in 10," she muttered.

.........

Alastor took a seat in the shadows so he wasn't recognized.

He knew for a fact he'd be hate crimes for what he did to Aponi... she was one of the more loved demons on this side of town....

He already felt awful for cheating.... it was a mistake... he came here mostly to see Aponi considering he wasn't really "allowed" anywhere without Linda... she was.... bossy... or at leats that's the more polite term he'd like to use....

The lights turned off and alastor looked to the stage.

"Lemme hear you say 'Hey, Aponi'" Aponi held the microphone to her lips, her silhouette standing out against the orange light behind her.

The crowd called back, "Hey, Aponi!"

"Say, 'Hey, Aponi!'" She called out again,, a but louder.

The crowd went wild, "Hey, Aponi!"

Give me some!

As the beat dripped the lights went on, and alastor's eyes went wide at what she was wearing.

Black butterfly lingerie.

See me up in the club with fifty-eleven girls Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low Every boy in here with me got that smoke And every girl in here got to look me up and down All on Instagram, cake by the pound Circulate the image every time I come around G's up, tell me how I'm lookin' babe

Alastor looked around at all the demons, practically fuming as he saw how all of of looked greedily at her like she was an object.

Aponi danced.

Her moves more secual than Alastor remembered....

Aponi walked down to the floor of the club before sitting on a demon's lap, moving her hips to the beat.

Alastor clenched his fist around his cane as it broadcasted gunshot noises rather loudly.... not louder than the music however.

Boy this all for you, just walk my way Just tell me how it's lookin' babe, just tell me how it's lookin' babe I do this all for you baby just take aim And tell me how it's lookin babe, and tell me how it's lookin' babe Lookin' babe

Aponi then moved to straddle the demon she was teasing, murmuring the lyrics into his ear.

When she stood up, the demon's attraction was clear, his face gully flushed as he followed her with lustful eyes.

That's when alastor saw her look right at him, a small glare on her face before she walked back up to the stage, dancing on one of the poles.

Drop the bass, mane, the bass get lower Radio say speed it up I just go slower High like treble, pumping on them mids Ya man ain't never seen a booty like this And why you think ya keep my name rollin' off the tongue 'Cause when he wanna smash, I'll just write another one I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor

As the music played, other demons, including Mal, and Angel began dancing behind Aponi to the same choreography.

Alastor shrunk in his seat, his shadow along with him.

The lights went crazy with the beat, and Alastor gulped as he made eye contact with Mal on accident.

The glare she gave him was undescribably scary.

Beyoncé, Beyoncé? Are you happy to be in Paris? (Are you happy to be in Paris?) Beyoncé, Beyoncé? Beyoncé, Beyoncé?

The music went on, and Aponi walked off of the stage again, walking over to a different demon, this time a woman.

Driver roll up the partition please Driver roll up the partition please I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown

Aponi sat on the lady demon's lap before taking a vodka bottle out of her hand and chugging it.

Alastor's eyes widened again.... his Lilly didn't drink......

To sya he was confused was an understatement.

He was snapped out of his thoughts however when Aponi kissed the demon.

Emotions of rage filled the radio star, and yet he knew if he acted on his feelings right now, it would not end well with Aponi.

Oh there daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel Oh baby, baby we slow it down Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Aponi stood up again walking round the room, before her wings appeared from her tattoo on her back.

She flew to the stage again, swinging her body on the pole with lidded eyes.

Take all (take all) Of me (of me) I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kind of girl you like, girl you like Take all (take all) Of me (of me) I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kinda girl you like is right here with me Right here with me, right here with me, right here with me, right here with me

The music blare din the club, making the place move as the bass of the music dropped over and over again.

Aponi layed down on the stage, arching her back so her body was visible in a sexual way.

The residents of the club whooped and hollered and whisled at her.

Alastor couldn't take much more of this......

Driver roll up the partition fast (partition fast, partition fast) Driver roll up the partition fast Over there, I swear I saw them cameras flash Handprints and footprints on my glass Handprints and good grips all on my ass Private show with the music blasting He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty Red wine drip, talk that trash Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash. Oh, there daddy, daddy now you ripped my fur Oh, baby baby be sweating out my hair Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up And we ain't even gonna make it to this club

The music somehow got even louder....

Alastor looked around the room again, only to see Valentino in his booth with a sleezey smile on his face as his hand moved quickly over his-

Alastor looked away quickly when he realized.

This was pissing him off....

How dare she do this?! She shouldn't show off her body, it's whorelike!

That's what he thought in his mind as his hands clenched together in anger.

Take all (take all) Of me (of me) I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kind of girl you like, girl you like Take all Of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kinda girl you like is right here with me. Right here with me, right here with me, right here with me, right here with me

Aponi sat up before moving her hair fully out of her face.

that never happened..... Alastor has never even seen her other eye and yet here she was showing it to loads of strangers.

Aponi kneeled as she moved her body up an down, earning even more cheers form the club-goers.

That when she opened her eyes and looked right at alastor with a smirk.

She walked over to him, and the spotlight shone down on them both.

Hello! Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire: l'activité physique Le coït. Tu aimes ça? Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe? Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe Mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent

Oh god... she was speaking in french....

alastor gulped as she sat on his lap with a smirk, pulling him Un closer to her by his jacket.

However when she got up, she pushed him back harshly with a glare, anger shining in her eyes as they glowed red as fire.

Take all Of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kind of girl you like, girl you like Take all Of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kinda girl you like Right here with me, right here with me, right here with me, right here with me

Alastor left before the song was finished, scared that Aponi might come to talk to him after.

As if.

She wouldn't waste her time.

........

Aponi sat in her dressing room, a vicorious smirk on her face as she took off all her makeup.

Revenge was sweet.

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