#dark twisted and cruel 😉

[loo-nuh-tik]

Ilkka Villi || Alan Wake 2

#alan wake 2 #ilkka villi #alan wake #tom zane #scratch #parallels #videogameedit #horroredit #remedy entertainment #dark twisted and cruel 😉 #loonuhtik

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Take My Hand, We'll Be Fine (Promise I Won't Let You Down)

A/N: did you really think I could go all of @sjmromanceweek without posting some Nessian? I just think there's no better romantic gesture than telling your hot neighbor to dump her piece of shit boyfriend, ya know? 😉 Special shout-out to @dustjacketmusings for giving me this prompt!

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They’re fighting again.

Cassian swipes up his television remote from his coffee table, muting the game currently playing. He doesn’t even need to prick his ears or listen closely to make out the muffled voices filtering through the wall to his right. Doesn’t need to try hard to recognize the rough, clipped voice and the more feminine, cool tone that answers. He can’t quite make out the words being said, but it’s easy enough to guess. It doesn’t help that this is practically the norm for the apartment next to his.

He still remembers the first time he met his next door neighbor, Nesta Archeron, the day she moved in. Even in that moment, even with her hair messy, her cheeks pink, and a large box hefted in her arms, she had been the most beautiful woman Cassian had ever seen in his life. Her face was all sharp, beautiful lines, high cheekbones and arching eyebrows. Her eyes had been a stormy, piercing blue that had enraptured him as soon as their gazes met. Her pretty pink lips twisting into a scowl had him wanting to drop to his knees right there in the hall, fire blazing through his chest to meet that expression.

Could anyone really blame him for being a goner from that moment on?

He’d found any and every excuse to see her again, to talk to her again. Casual run-ins in the hall, in the lobby. Getting the mail at the same time. Going down to the laundry room at the same time. Anything to see her roll her eyes at him. To see her give that expression that he’s deemed her I Will Slay My Enemies look. Anything for the game of back and forth he built with her full of quips and retorts that always leave him wanting more.

Anything to see her smile. To hear that beautiful breathy melody of her laugh. To watch the way her eyes light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about. To catch that softness that takes over when she talks about her friends or her family. Every tiny piece she hands over Cassian tucks away close to his heart. And every interaction, no matter how small, no matter how much time passes in between, leaves him yearning for more.

And he’s learned a lot about Nesta through those interactions. He learned that she has two sisters, one who lives in the city and another who lives in the countryside. He learned she’s a damn good lawyer and definitely his first call if he ever needs to be bailed out of jail. He learned that she’s a terrible cook and has a serious affinity for ordering takeout most nights. He learned that she has a serious book addiction if the endless bookstore packages are any indication.

And he learned that she has the worst boyfriend Cassian has ever had the misfortune of meeting.

Cassian still isn’t sure how Tomas was able to get a woman as beautiful and as amazing as Nesta to agree to a single date with his sorry ass, let alone agree to be his girlfriend. The bastard clearly doesn’t know what he has, how lucky he is. That a woman like Nesta Archeron is incomparable. And yet, Cassian has seen the way his eyes have wandered to the blonde in 4C’s ass. Has witnessed the unimpressed, bored expression he wears when Nesta is speaking. Has heard the unnecessarily rude and sometimes cruel words he flings carelessly at Nesta.

The last one in particular always has Cassian’s blood boiling, dark tendrils constricting through his chest until he’s glaring daggers at the man in question any time he sees him in the apartment building. He wishes he and Nesta were more than just neighbors just so he could tell her what a piece of shit her boyfriend is. Wishes it wouldn’t be weird if he suggested she dump him.

He wishes he could tell her how he really feels, how he swears he’s already falling for her despite their limited interactions. How he fears that there will never be anyone else for him. Wishes he could show her what it’s like to be with a real man, one who respects her. One who genuinely cares about her and isn’t afraid to show her, to shout it from the rooftops. He’d treat her right, treat her so much better than Tomas ever could.

A door slams next door, and Cassian is on his feet in a moment. He glances around his apartment, looking for something he can quickly grab as an excuse. The last time he had heard a crash come from next door, his worry and concern had consumed him enough to send him propelling out of his own apartment and banging his fist against Nesta’s door. But things had been awkward and tense when Nesta answered the door seemingly alright, and when Tomas demanded to know what he was doing, Cassian had ended up stumbling over his words, too distracted by a pair of icy blue eyes swimming with questions. So this time, Cassian ties off his half full trash bag and hauls it up out of the bin.

“Will you hurry up?” Tomas’s voice reaches Cassian as he yanks open his front door. “You know that I don’t like to be late to Sullivan’s, or else we won’t get the best seats at the bar.”

“Maybe if we went to a proper restaurant where you can make a reservation instead of the same dive bar every week, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Nesta answers him, and even before he lays eyes on her, Cassian can perfectly picture the way she must be rolling her eyes.

“Maybe if you didn’t take so long doing your stupid fucking hair–”

Tomas’s words trail off when he notices Cassian standing in his now open doorway. Already, the man looks annoyed at his presence, jaw clenching with a restraint scowl. The sight has an easy smirk tugging up Cassian’s lips, how fast he’s able to garner such a reaction, but he only has eyes for Nesta.

She has on a short, dark blue dress, black flower lace overlaid on the silky fabric. Black heeled boots further elongate her legs and the skin on display, the tantalizing lines of her collarbones highlighted by the dress’s neckline. Her hair is styled in her preferred braided crown, but a few strands curl around her temples and frame her face, and Cassian knows he’d give anything to curl one of those strands around his finger. With the pink dusted across her cheeks and mascara heightening the icy blue of her eyes, he has to swallow hard and clear his throat before finding his voice again, struck dumb by the beauty of her in front of him.

“Nesta,” Cassian greets, finally flicking his gaze back to the other man in the hall. “Tommy.”

“It’s Tomas,” Tomas snaps back, his sneer only deepening when Cassian shrugs in response. “What are you even doing?”

Cassian’s smile is all mocking and teeth, holding up the trash back in his hands. “Just taking out the trash. Maybe Nesta should consider doing the same.”

Whether Tomas understands the double meaning or not, Cassian doesn’t get a chance to find out. Nesta steps forward, linking her arm with her boyfriend’s with a quiet, murmured reminder that they’re running late. They continue down the hall, Cassian watching them until they vanish around the corner, until he hears the quiet ding of the elevator.

He closes his front door with a soft sigh, glancing consideringly back toward his television still playing the game, but then an idea hits him. It’s a risk, most definitely stupid, but maybe he’s always been a bit reckless. Rushing back toward his living room, Cassian grabs his phone where he left it, opening up the text chain with his family.

Anyone down for drinks tonight? Found a new bar we should try

~ * * * ~

Sullivan’s isn’t much to write home about as far as bars go. Posters and photos litter almost every free inch of space on the walls, a pool table set up to the right, and round high top tables and bar stools arranged around the rest of the space. The bar juts out from the wall in the center of the room, bottles lining the shelves. It may be the nicest dive bar Cassian has ever set foot in, but it’s still a dive bar, the stench of beer and sweat heavy.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Azriel sighs from Cassian’s right.

Cassian turns toward his brother, but Azriel’s attention is elsewhere. When Cassian follows his gaze, he finds Nesta and Tomas sitting at one of the high top tables. Her back is ramrod straight, fingers curled tightly around the glass of wine sitting primly in front of her, but Tomas doesn’t seem to notice. He sips casually from a beer bottle, his attention focused more on the patrons around him.

“Isn’t that your neighbor?” Mor pipes up from Cassian’s left. “The one you’re in love with?”

“Is Nesta here?” Cassian asks innocently, refusing to meet either Azriel or Mor’s gaze. “What are the odds of that?”

“If I’m playing wingman tonight, you owe me so many drinks,” Azriel grumbles with a shake of his head.

“Drinks on Cassian?” Mor teases, looping her arm with Azriel’s and dragging him toward the bar. “I like the sound of that. Let’s order all top shelf.”

Cassian rolls his eyes good naturedly, but he follows behind his family, buying the first round of drinks after all. He lets Azriel and Mor get settled, lets them chat about their respective weeks and jobs, and all the while, he stares across the bar at Nesta and Tomas. He doesn’t understand how anyone can sit across from Nesta Archeron and ignore her. How they can want to do anything other than bask in her presence. How they could care more about a freshly out of college girl clearly working the pool table just for free drinks.

“So, I need a favor,” Cassian begins, interjecting into the conversation swirling around him.

“I’m surprised you waited this long,” Azriel remarks dryly.

“Very funny,” Cassian fires back, turning his attention to Mor and offering the blonde his best, most winning smile. “I need you to go flirt with that guy over there.”

“Seriously, Cass?” Mor huffs, her face exasperated.

“Please? I’ll buy your drinks for the rest of the night. The best wine they have. However many glasses you want. Especially if you can somehow make an accident happen that gets him away from the table.”

Mor narrows her eyes, scrutinizing him, her eyes dancing briefly toward the table across the bar. “This Nesta better be worth it.”

“Trust me,” Cassian assures her quietly, unable to stop from smiling. “She is.”

Cassian isn’t sure what Mor sees on his face, but her expression softens. She rolls her eyes fondly and swipes up her glass of wine, slipping off her bar stool. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she strides her way over to Nesta and Tomas, plastering on a wide, flirtatious smile. It’s certainly entertaining for Cassian, watching his friend work. She twirls the blonde strands of hair around her fingers, places her hand on Tomas’s arm, makes a big show of laughing loudly at whatever is said. It would almost be comical if Tomas wasn’t eating up every second.

“Come on, Mor,” Cassian mumbles under his breath. “Hurry it up, already.”

“You really need all the help you can get, don’t you?” Azriel sighs, setting his now finished drink on the bartop.

Azriel steps around Cassian and heads toward the table as well. He makes eye contact with Mor, some sort of silent agreement passing between the two, and then Azriel is walking behind her. His arm brushes along her back, Mor’s cue to fake stumbling forward a step, her half full glass of wine spilling right across Tomas’s shirt and pants.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tomas’s voice carries even to where Cassian is sitting. “Do you have any idea how expensive this shirt is?”

Tomas storms off toward the bathrooms, Mor hot on his heels and offering overly innocent apologies. She winks at Cassian as they pass, and Cassian has to stifle a laugh into his hand to keep Tomas from noticing him. One last glance to make sure Tomas is gone and the coast is clear, and Cassian wastes no time cutting his way across the bar and sliding into the now vacated seat across from Nesta.

“Some date, huh?” Cassian jokes lightly, Nesta’s attention snapping to him.

“Cassian… what are you doing here?”

Despite the question, Cassian swears he sees Nesta’s shoulders start to relax from where they’re pitched up near her ears, swears he sees what looks suspiciously like relief flood through her eyes. He lets it fuel the hope swarming and twisting in his gut, the warmth blooming between his ribs and tightening around his heart like a golden thread. He knows he could easily play the whole thing off as a coincidence, shrug the question away with mentions of his family and their drinking habits.

But he knew the gamble he was taking by crashing Nesta’s date tonight, and maybe, this is his chance. His chance to show Nesta just how much she already means to him. To prove to her that he can treat her better.

“Your boyfriend sucks,” Cassian says rather than answer her question.

Nesta blinks a few times in surprise, eyebrows pinching slightly. “What?”

“Tomas. He sucks ass, and you should absolutely dump him. I’m serious, Nes. You deserve so much better than his sorry excuse.”

“You seem quite sure of that, do you?”

“Yeah, I do. I might not have known you very long, but I know that you’re beautiful, and you’re smart, and you’re witty and passionate, and you care so much about your sisters and your friends. And you deserve someone who cherishes you. You can do so much better than that piece of shit.”

Cassian’s words hang in the space between them, the rest of the bar fading away into nothing until it’s just him and her and the sparks and electricity charging the air around them. Nesta stares at him like she’s never seen him before, like no one’s ever said things like that to her before. It sends cracks ricocheting like icy claws through his chest. Especially, when Nesta drops her gaze away from him, fiddling with the stem of her wine glass.

It leaves him wanting to find whoever in her past has her unsure, wanting to go track down where Tomas has vanished to and punch him in the face for making her curl into herself. It makes his determination to show her what it could be like harden even more, makes him want to spend the rest of his life properly cherishing her if she’ll let him.

“I don’t know about all that,” Nesta offers, her voice quiet.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Cassian asks instead, reaching his hand across the table and skating his fingertips across the back of Nesta’s hand, drawing her attention fully back to him.

Nesta sighs softly. “Cassian—”

“Let me prove it to you. Prove what it could be like, should be like. Prove what a good date is. Prove that I’d treat you better.”

Nesta thinks about it for a moment, emotions flitting through those blue eyes faster than Cassian can decipher. But then Nesta is slipping out of her seat and grabbing her purse, turning away from him. Cassian’s heart sinks through his feet and the floor, and it takes all his willpower to keep his disappointment off his face as he watches her.

“One date,” Nesta tells him, looking back at him expectantly.

“One date is all I need, sweetheart,” Cassian assures her, jumping out of his own seat. “Now, let’s get out of here before Tomas realizes what’s hit him.”

Cassian grabs Nesta’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together and leading her out of the bar. Her hand feels right in his, his fingers curled around her own, their palms pressed together, and Cassian knows in that moment that he has no intention of ever letting go again. He uses his free hand to dig his phone out of his pocket, working quickly to get everything ready, to make everything perfect for this opportunity, but he’s still nervous by the time they arrive at their destination.

Nesta’s steps pause as she glances around them. “Our one date is going to be at our apartment complex?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Cassian asks, holding open the door for her.

“You sure are asking a lot for this one date.”

“And the night is still young.”

Cassian offers her a wink for extra good measure, earning a laugh from Nesta in return. The sound is light and easy, the melody wrapping around Cassian’s limbs as surely as it wraps around his heart. It might just be his favorite sound, the way her blue eyes light up along with the reaction his favorite sight, and he can’t wait to draw even more laughs out of her.

He leads the way back up to their floor, all of the paper and plastic bags he expects waiting right outside his apartment door. He sends up a silent prayer to the Mother in thanks that so far everything is going to plan.

“What’s all this?” Nesta asks, eying the bags as well.

“Well, I noticed you order a lot of takeout,” Cassian explains, gathering up the different bags and unlocking his apartment door.

Nesta scoffs even as she steps inside and into his apartment. “Are you judging me for being a terrible cook?”

“Never. I’ll have you know I actually love to cook, so we’re a good pair, but I didn’t really have time to prepare anything tonight, so I figured I’d order everything I’ve worked out to be your favorites based on what you seem to order the most,” Cassian explains, setting all the bags down on his kitchen counter and beginning to pull the different containers out. “Crab rangoon from Bar Bao. Butter chicken and basmati from Urban Tandoor. Garlic breadsticks and ravioli from Tony’s. California rolls from Black Dragon. And triple chocolate cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory.”

Nesta is silent, staring wide-eyed at all the food, at him, so Cassian turns to grab plates just to give his hands something to do. When she still hasn’t said anything, he clears his throat awkwardly, pushing a hand up and through his hair.

“So…” Cassian starts, handing a plate over to Nesta. “What do you think?”

“I think you might just get a second date after all.”

—

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[draconic-ichor]

Hello! I was wondering if you were still taking requests, darling. If so, I’d really love a scene where Morgott and Lady Tarnished had an argument and the next day he was planning to apologize to her but saw her talking with a noble man laughing with each other (But he doesn’t see her uncomfortable expression and got a jelly feeling in his heart if ya know what I mean 😉) and all was resolve with loving reassurances and some *ehem* spicy *ahem* scenes. ❤️😳 You’re art and drawings make my boring days bright and shiny please keep up the good work, darling.💖💖💖

So I totally misread the beginning of this request…

There’s no argument in this dabble, I’m so sorry :(

Also, thank you! It makes me very happy to hear my stuff brightens your days :3

But here is an angsty/spicy dabble:

Always Worthy

Elden Ring fic

Morgott/ female tarnished

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, angst, heartache, mentions of trauma, suggestions of adultery, oral sex, hand jobs, tit jobs, cumshot, come swallowing

Summary: Morgott sees a young visiting Noble seemingly catch his Lady Tarnished’s eye. The tarnished will have to put things right.

Feedback appreciated, 18+

The GodLord stood with her back facing Morgott, deep in conversation with a visiting Noble. It was a man, young and virile. Morgott paused, staying in the shadows of the hall.

His breath caught in his throat, golden eye catching the noble take the Lady’s hand. The way the man’s lips lingered on his wife’s knuckles for a heartbeat too long.

A sick feeling coiled in his gut, a tightness of chest to follow. Morgott gripped his cane tighter.

The Lady Tarnished shifted slightly, just enough for the flushness of her cheeks to be seen. It was the nail that sealed his coffin.

Morgott withdrew, retreating defeatedly. He watched his feet as he went, moving ever steadily. He didn’t even realize where he’d been heading until he stumbled through the stone doorway. Glancing up, he found himself before the base of the Erdtree.

Morgott slowly made his way up the many stone steps, steps he’d crossed thousands of times. He made it to the expanse of intricately carved white stone; passing ornate thrones, seats of demigods that were left empty as their owners laid slain before the ascension of the GodLord. He paused before the largest throne, the one for the Elden Lord… Dry leaves swirled around his feet like flakes of gold leaf.

His jaw was tight, lips a thin line as he studied every curve of the carvings. That sinking feeling in his chest twisted deeper, akin to a sharp thorn.

Was it heartache?

He cursed himself, willing away the stinging of his eyes. Morgott blinked up into the warm light of the Erdtree. It was beautiful. A shutter escaped him, trembling his shoulders as it worked painfully out of his lungs.

He never should of allowed himself to care for her…she was above him in every facet of life. It was foolish of him to want for more, to expect even the notion of coveting any minuscule part of her.

Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to hold on to every piece. It was cruel, the way his heart craved.

He blinked away the dampness, smiling up into the branches of the great tree. Throughout his hardships, it stood proudly before him. Morgott let that idea sooth him, that even if the Lady came to her senses and grew tired of whatever perverse dance they were sharing, the Erdtree would remain. He could bask in its light.

Through the darkness, he would endure…pain unfortunately not a new feeling. He would endure.

~

It was not unusual for Morgott to go through periods of reclusion, echos of his long time alone. The Lady Tarnished tried to give him space, not wanting to wholly suffocate him. She realized something was truly amiss when Morgott began to avoid his bedchamber even. After being alone to eat for the second dinner in a row, she went in search of him.

Finding him in his study, she quietly entered. His tail flicked at the sound of the door, signally he knew she was there.

The tarnished took a breath, his silence deafening. “Is his Lordship well?” She ventured to ask.

“Agreeable.” He answered dismissively, never stopping his quill.

She worried her hand a bit, emotion bubbling up with the next question, “You missed dinner…”

“I find mineself without appetite.” His answer was once again dismissive.

“Alright…” she nodded, feeling dejected, “I apologize for bothering you, my Lord.”

“My Lady.” Morgott set his quill down, his voice low.

“Yes?” She took another step towards him. She saw him looking blindly forward, a heaviness gathering about his shoulders.

“There is no need to force faithfulness to this union…If it would please thee…to pursue suitors more suited to thy splendor.” He sighed, voice thick with strain, “The people would not judge, given the circumstances…”

The tarnished was stunned, his words not quite sinking in at first.

In her silence he continued, “We can uphold appearances for the public…I will hold no ill towards thee. The affection thee has awarded mineself up to this point was more that one of mine kind deserved.” Pain frayed at the ends of his words.

“Excuse me?” The tarnished blurted out.

Morgott stiffened, turning a bit more towards her. She met his gaze, golden eyes a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He swallowed thickly, her reaction not what he expected. He though she would be relieved.

“What kind of woman do you take me for?” She asked sharply.

“I simply wanted to make this situation more palatable for my Lady.” He admitted, adding softly, “I wish not to cage thee.”

“Situation?” She echoed, “When exactly have I treated this marriage, or my Lord, as a situation needed handling?”

He was the one finding words hard to come by now, looking wholly lost under her sudden ire.

She stepped closer, voice cracking a bit as she asked, “Have I upset you?”

That threw him for a loop. “I…saw the interaction with the young Noble last afternoon…” he admitted, the memory painful.

“Earl Tyr?” She crossed her arms.

“…Aye.”

“The fool that was attempting to seduce me as if I was a pliant young maiden?” She scoffed. Annoyance filtered over her face for a moment before it melted into empathy. She closed the distance between them fully now, causing Morgott to tighten a bit.

“Do you think I am so discontented to throw myself at any waiting man?” Her voice wavered.

Morgott frowned, wanting to reach out and take her cheek but he restrained himself. “Would be understandable, given my Lady’s choice of consort.” He sighed, “Thee assuredly would be much happier with one deserving of thy splendor.”

“Oh Morgott…” her voice was wounded, soft and gentle as she reached for him. Her hands found him, knotting into his robes. Her golden eyes were glassy, making his heart twist.

Taking his face, she pulled him closer. Their lips touched, chasten at first but quickly evolving into something more passionate. He knew her, knew her taste and her every curve. Despite attempting to distance himself from the idea of her, his body reacted to her affections in kind.

She pressed her body against his, drawing a gasp from his lips.

Breaking the kiss, the tarnished fell to her knees. Morgott knotted his brows, her sudden position an enigma. In his perplexed state he failed to notice the tarnished opening up his robes.

Morgott sucked in a breath, watching as her hands found his sheath.

“M-My Lady, what are-“ he started but the tarnished gently shushed him. She stood just long enough to strip away her dress, it falling into an ivory pile about her ankles. Sinking back into her previous position, she looked up to him through her lashes. Morgott flushed deeper, feeling that stirring in his gut. His cock was easily urged free and into her waiting hands.

She pumped his member, eyes big and doe-like, “I only desire you this way.” Her soft hands gliding over velvety skin as she continued, “Only you to see me like this.”

They had spent nights together, certainly, but this was overwhelmingly new for Morgott. All their couplings were conducted in very private locations, safely behind locked doors and the cover of darkness. This was in the middle of his office, door unsecured for anyone to potentially stumble on them. That thought alone both mortified him and had his cock pulsing in the Lady’s hold.

The fact that the GodLord would risk appearances in such a way was not lost on him. Her loyalty felt foreign, wanting to please him even more so. She was his god, the gold of grace, and yet she knelt before him as if in prayer. Worshiping him in the most carnal of ways.

It made his head spin, skin feverish and breath labored.

“Any way to prove it to you…” her lips dipped down to wrap around the pointed head of his cock.

Morgott shuttered, gripping the desk edge tighter.

She swirled her tongue around him before pulling back with a wet ‘pop’. Spit dribbled down her chin as pre oozed from his slitted tip.

“Just name the way.” She begged. As the words left her she took her breasts in hand, leaning forward to sandwich his cock between the pillowy mounds. The image alone almost sent him, Morgott groaning out as she used her chest to service him, sucking the tip back into her waiting mouth.

The office filled with obscene sounds; Morgott’s hips bucked up into her softness, smearing pre over her gold flecked skin. The Lady eagerly lapped at any exposed cock, eyes periodically flicking up to him. He was close, she could feel it.

“I-ah…I-“ He managed, knuckles white.

The tarnished’s mouth released his cock to coo, “It’s alright, let go for me.”

He couldn’t defy her, muscles straining with a strangled cry. The tarnished gulped down what she could, the rest of his release splashing over her chin and over her exposed breasts.

Catching his breath, mind clearing a bit, he looked down at the tarnished. She was a mess, he felt shame now that the act was done. Morgott leaned forward, using a corner of his robes to wipe her face. She sat still, letting him clean her up.

Just as he started to move away, she caught his wrist, keeping him close. Morgott tilted his head, mouth a thin line. She met his gaze, golden eyes pooling with emotion.

“Never think you are undeserving of me.” She murmured, nuzzling into his outstretched hand, “You are the most loyal man I know…and I would want no other at my side.”

Morgott regarded her for a long moment, chest heavy. Suddenly, he scooped her up, hugging her close. The tarnished smiled, cuddling into the embrace.

#morgott has a lot of anxiety #poor morgott #elden ring #angst dabbles #spicy dabbles #morgott/tarnished #morgott x tarnished #tarnished oc #answered asks #sorry again I missed part of the request

[tiffanytoms]

Correct me if I’m wrong, but wickedly twisted seeems like it may have the vibes of the song “how did you get so good” just make it a little sinister.

Aaaah! I’m digging the enthusiasm 😌 I remember when I posted my next fic ideas a year ago, everyone seemed pumped for Dark James, but there seemed to be very little interest in Dark Lily, so I’m glad there are at least some of you out there so I’m not writing this completely for myself 💜 haha. I feel like I simultaneously know everything about this fic from fantasizing certain scenes from it for so long (and so frequently 😉), and nothing 😆

Sooo, I’m on a trip and my internet currently blooooows, so I can’t look up the song yet, but I’m excited to listen later! Is it the one by Dove Cameron?

Also, person who asked if she’ll have friends, is that bc I normally don’t give her any 😅 or bc you want to know if she’ll be friends with other Slytherins? 😈

Seems a little cruel to give deets when I haven’t started writing it yet (other than a 4 THOUSAND word warning ⚠️ … I wish I were joking, but I’m taking no chances this time) but let’s wet the palate, shall we?

This story will have very similar themes and sexual dynamics (power play, a dominant/submissive relationship, etc) as EW and be just as kink-heavy. Basically, instead of doing a sequel like a bunch of you requested, I’m keeping it interesting for me and switching up the gender roles ✌️ I think a lot of it will read very differently when the woman is in charge 👀

We will start when James is an Auror but then go back to flashbacks of them as Heads sharing a dorm 😏 You know what that means…

I’m commissioning @windbyfire to draw me one of those very scenes in the Head dorm 🤤

There will be a classic ‘stuck in a broom closet together’ scene ☺️

While James loved Lily from the very start in EW a la Twilight, Lily will start off only wanting to use him, but then fall for him, more femme fatale style

I will be leaning very, very, very heavily into James’ simp side. Like, the poor boy doesn’t stand a chance, and Lily will fully take advantage of it. (But don’t worry, it will be like… fun torture for him 🤣 But seriously, that will be a BDSM theme throughout this story, so if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s totally cool to bow out of this one)

James will have a gf in both the start of the flashback (who’s saving herself for marriage) and a different one at the start of the story

The story starts off with James and Sirius finding Lily in the wreckage of a Death Eater attack and she claims she’s been left for dead for defecting

Voldemort found her in her orphanage and took her in as a child bc she reminded him of himself. She’s therefore been under his influence for most of her life and it shows

Her best friend is Bellatrix and yep, I’m changing her age so they go to school at the same time, whoopsies

In conclusion, yes, this is just another excuse for me to write hot, taboo SMUT! 🔥

#dark Jily #dark lily #kinky smut #fanfic #wickedly twisted #anon asks

[akane171]

Yeah, but don't we need to find out who exactly that is to kick their ass? So who do we blame? 🤔😅

Oh, nonono, I meant CS (just like Karamel) gets compared to Rapunzel and Flynn a lot 🙈🙈 But yes, HAPPY EVER AFTER ACHIEVED💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻😍😂

Hmm, dunno, still sounds boring😅🙈

Ohh, I forgot about that Pirate/Marine thing😳🤦🏻‍♀️😂 

Eh, well, I read the tale in two fairy tale books I used to have, but I was mostly thinking of this version of it: https://youtu.be/ySiVYS9TKJQ (Funnily enough, the girl is blonde and the boy dark-haired, too, just like mini-Karamel😂) But oh, oh, twist: Imagine Karamel in OuaT as these two childhood friends but instead of getting him back right away, Kara spends years looking for him and a way to save him. And imagine the mirror is actually made of the Hobgoblin's soul so the one who's heart is pierced kinda becomes the Hobgoblin, but Kara doesn't know that so she searches for a way to defeat the SnowQueen and Hobgoblin and get Mon back, but when she finally finds them with the help of CS and co, she finds out the "Hobgoblin" she had been chasing after and plotting to murder was Mon-El all along and that the original was just an evil entity created by Rhea for the specific purpose of corrupting Mon🤔🤔)

Wait, what?? There was a fic?!?😱😱😍😍😍

Oh, right, sorry, let me explain: A Stoneburn is basically what I've taken to calling LW's PiaD!Karamel, cause a slowburn isn't slow enough and a slugburn is still too fast, SO, evoila, Stoneburn, cause it only ever moves forward when Eve decides to give it a good kick😉😂🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

2. I think it's an awesome idea!😍 No way would hotheaded, stubborn Kara be all demure, so It's perfect she's more "modern"😍😁 And Mon being intrigued by that wouldn't be surprising at all😍😍

3. Oh god, now you're having me fear for Kara's safety 😳😳🙈🙈 Before this sounded like a romcom or sth, now you make it sound like a semi-thriller😰😍🙈

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Hmm🤔 Okay, well, I might try to rewatch it sometime 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️

The Lion King is THE BEST! And Melissa is absolutely brilliant and wise for being a fan of it😍😍😍😍😍🙈 

Yup, would be a real mindfuck 😂😅 Not really sure how exactly that could turn out, it was just a first though🤷🏻‍♀️😅🙈 (Plus, I should finish and write the other stuff before even contemplating trying to write a complex mess like this😅)

Haha, okidoki, will try, you stay safe and happy, too!😊

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I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

Nah, let's just kick random people's asses. For sure they deserve it anyway.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh, ok, that makes more logic.

...you seriosuly have a little shittier memory than me, awww.

Ooooh, ok, actually I dug a little and it seems in the oroginal version of Andersen's tale, they were friends. Meaning, I have seen/read some scewed version or confused it with something else. Mea culpa.

That's... cruel, my friend ==' but I guess it would be more cruel, if she had killed him and then him coming back to his true self. Dying in her arms etc. Don't mind me xD

Yes there was with a few chaps and there were really dark themes there (do you want to know...?). But not updated for years, so RIP.

Well... it fits them perfectly, I guess.

Eheheheheh, the beauty with romances is that you can always make it darker. And yes, you should fear for her safety, lol. Raw romances are just too... boring?

She absolutely is and needs more recognition. Hollywood is seriolsy sleeping on heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.

You can write both xD Why do you think I have stupid lil things started like A definite and then Night Of The Hunter? Because writing a messy, dark thingy is too much for my poor cheesy brain, that's why I need a distraction. See? You can do it!/

Anyway, you can call me Kat. How should I call you, if I may ask? Because for sure sweet anon doesn't fit :P (more like angsty, lol).

Anyway, hope you had a nice weekend and everything.

#anons #my fam