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seaoflove07 · 3 months

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Cover Reveal ~

• Artwork by The Drawables • Oc •

🔪 Azusa & Rose 🌹

Before they met,

He was the young man from her nightmares

She was a Princess in his dreams…

~ Dark ~

Story Description:

The year was 2022 when Karlheinz discovered a special young woman named Christine living in the United States. He formed a new plan. The Adam and Eve project is still not completed but it was going his way. Yui Komori made her choice and chose Ayato as her Adam. Both of them are madly in love.

When a new situation came to Karlheinz's attention, he saw Christine could be the key to solving what was about to come to the Demon World.

That summer he offers her a good salary pay to work as a housekeeper at the Mukami’s Mansion in Japan. The payment was too good to pass on. She accepts the job not knowing that they are vampires. She will find out and he made sure that escaping will cost the lives of her loved ones back home. Before he can go through this new plan, Christine needs to interact with the Mukami brothers, Yui, and his sons first.

Until then, He will let them all have their little fun. Till the time comes for his plan to be ready.

Blood from a special rose will be needed. 🩸

“I want you… near me… even if you end up… hating me… I will still want you… by my side…”

- Azusa. Quote from Chapter 3.

Art Cover Inspiration:

~ Hans Zatzka ~

I've been a fan of Hans Zatzka’s fantasy paintings since I was a little girl. I love the entire aesthetic of Nature, Fairies, Angels, Rivers, Flowers, Dresses, and Romance. He includes all these in his paintings.

Even though Azusa and Christine’s story is not a fantasy fairytale. I still wanted this inspiration for the cover because three weeks before Azusa met Christine. His dreams were in a world that looked like Hans Zatzka's Paintings. The dress that Christine is wearing on the art cover is the dress that she was always wearing when she appeared in Azusa’s dreams. It's also a dress that I chose from Zatzka's Paintings.

I chose this one because of the blue waist ribbon. This same exact shade of blue is Azusa’s color representation from Rejet.

So I used this as a hidden symbol that she is his. 🔪🌹

For him, I choose an official art by Rejet. I wanted an outfit to represent that he is a vampire.

These are the rest of Hans Zatzka's paintings' inspiration for the artwork cover. 🎨

A little Information:

Dark Novel setting will be in the Summer Season.

During the School Year setting, I will add that in the second and third novels. (Maniac and Esctasy)

Why the year 2022?

That year I was in a Dark place mentally and was very depressed. Some of my dark issues, I wrote it through Christine. They say writing is a good way to heal. So part of this Fan Fiction story has been my healing process.

That's why I am so passionate about this ship. Christine and Azusa are my comfort characters. Both of them make me happy.

Writing Style:

Will be like the game routes.

Script Style.

Arts:

I will include artworks in some chapters of the story.

I decided to add the artworks in Black and White to give it a little novel style. Once I complete publishing the full story, I will do a post with all the arts I used for the story in color.

Where will it be published?

Tumblr and A03.

Story:

Masterpost. 🔪🌹

Note:

I am not a professional writer. Writing is new to me. This is my first time ever writing a story. I have written small fan fiction of Azusa and Rose before but that's basically it. I started writing last year, and I am still learning.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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event | jan '23 blurb night

summary | the sweet camp nurse takes advantage of you during a fever spell.

pairing | soft!dark!camp nurse!ari levinson x camp counselor!reader

warnings | soft!dark!ari, non/dubcon (mayhaps ari drugs reader), fingering, forced orgasm, crying, mocking and humiliation vibes, praise, ari is so yummy to me <33333

word count | 891

requested by @onsunnyside | you’re a camp counsellor for the summer, spending the hottest months of the year by the lake and soaking up the sunshine. the kids love you, as do all of your fellow counsellors !! you’re up for anything, always ready to take the kids on a hike or participate in the activities (crafts are your favourite). you want them to look back at these days and treasure the memories !! oh but then you start feeling sick, waking up in a cold sweat and unable to fall back asleep. it’s so sudden that you brush it off like nothing, but then it happens again and again, and soon enough you’re utterly exhausted which isn’t good when you have a group of kids to keep entertained all day. the first person to notice your change in attitude is the camp nurse. admittedly you’ve got a little crush on Ari (who wouldn’t? 😌) he’s tall, handsome and beefy, and has the prettiest smile. you haven’t spoken to him much but you do enjoy staring at him when he tans on the boardwalk 😳“May I?” He holds his hand a few inches from your forehead. You nod, fighting back a shiver as his warm palm gently touches your skin. “You’re pretty warm. Why haven’t you come to see me earlier?” You shrug, ducking away from his disappointed stare. “You should focus on setting a good example, sweetheart. The kids look up to you, so you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

an | oh sonny 😵‍💫 no bc he would absolutely be the hottest camp nurse ever, your mind wtf 🫠🫠 so sweet, great with the kids, full of concern for you— it’s just too easy to trust him and that’s exactly what he wants 😔✋ THANKYOU for this brilliant thot bby!!

so he does really take notice so quickly; as soon as he sees you for the first time in your deteriorated state, he pulls you aside gently while motioning to your other team leader to take over in the meantime. he brings you back to the hallway by the restrooms and drinking fountains, where there's more privacy.

"everything okay, sweetheart?" though he already suspects you're burning up. "here, can i feel for a fever?" his hand is so gentle on your tender head, and you're so woozy you honestly just want to lean into the soft, comforting touch. he sees you being lulled a bit by the contact and his face softens. "c'mon, i'm taking you back to the nurse's cabin. you need some ibuprofen and a nap."

he goes and checks in with the rest of the team for a moment, making sure your position will be covered until you can return. then you start off on the walk over to the cabin. it's somewhat tucked away, on the edge of the group of buildings. "you need me to carry you, honey?" he offers several times, but you're too shy and embarrassed to accept, despite feeling like you could tip over at any moment.

the cabin's interior looks a lot like a school's nurse's office. a few cots lined up with drawable curtains on tracks placed in the ceiling. some medical gear over on a counter with a sink, along with packets of crackers and bottles of water. ari's station is a little desk over by the door. the place looks surprisingly pristine compared to the state of the rest of the facility. "don't get many visitors?" you ask as he guides you over to a bed, laying you down gently after placing a paper napkin under your head.

"nope, honestly only a few scrapes or bruises here or there. but i don't mind," he tells you as he washes his hands before grabbing a thermometer and returning to you. "open up, angel. that's it," he hums as he guides the covered wand into your mouth. a few seconds later it beeps. "a hundred and two," he tells you with a frown. "poor thing."

he grabs you a water and some meds out of a little safe in the cabinet under the counter before returning to you, "here you go, sweet girl. careful taking those down," he reminds you.

you take them and try to lay back and rest as he tells you, but pretty quickly, you concerningly start to feel worse. a lot worse. you're hot all over now, writhing not from pain, but from something else- some sort of ache, deep in your tummy, you can't quite identify. from his seat at his desk across the room, ari notices your discomfort. "honey? you okay?"

"n-no, feels worse, feels-" he looks alarmed as he rushes over to you again, closing the curtains around your cot for some privacy before sitting on the edge of the blue mattress beside you, reaching out a gentle hand to place on your forehead once again. "oh angel, it's even worse than before. what's wrong, darlin'? you're so restless..."

his hand trails down to sit on your chest, feeling your heart beat heavily at a concerning speed. humiliatingly, you've begun to rub your legs together in desperation without even thinking. ari fakes concern, but really it's all going according to plan. "sweetheart," he coos, "what's the matter? something going on down here?" he gestures with his gaze. you're in tears at this point, writhing shamelessly as you start to let out the sweetest, softest whimpers he's ever heard. "shh, pretty girl. let me see. it's okay, don't cry," his voice is so steady, so soothing as he brings his hand down to pull at your leggings, your panties coming with as brings them below your knees.

you're soaking wet, dripping down onto the cot below. his brow furrows in concern. "oh no, honey. looks like you're burnin' up down here, too, huh? here, let me take a closer look," he leans down to examine your mess, easing your legs apart a little as he parts your folds with both of his big hands. "look how swollen it is down here, poor baby. here, just let me help you, angel..."

you begin to protest as he presses two fingers into your aching cunt, jerking sensitively as his thumb finds your clit. "p-please ari, this isn't-... we can't..."

"shhh," he shushes you, quickly finding your sweet spot as his thumb rub rub rubs in tight circles over your puffy button. "this is exactly what you need, y/n. gonna feel so much better, just gotta be a good girl and cum for me"

you have no strength to fight it, to fight him, and it doesn't take you long to get there at all. he brings a hand up to brush away your tears as he murmurs softly, "there- you're close, aren't you? come on, sweet thing. let go for me."

you sob through your orgasm, your needy hole clenching down with impressive strength against ari's massive fingers. he brushes your cheek and keeps whispering sweetly to you as you cum, "good girl, such a good girl for me. there you go, angel. doesn't that feel better?"

mmmm um, i need this. i need that. please.

#eun's writing #eun's blurb nights #jan ‘23 blurb night #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson blurb #chris evans #chris evans smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson au

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lexi0widow · 11 months

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Oooh, I saw your requests were open! And and I’ll be honest, that one request-or was right, there definitely not enough Stu content!

so, could I get Stu HC’S with a FEM!s/o who just loves to draw him :3 just. Him

he could just be standing, sitting, covered in blood, and they want to draw him, because they love him sm?

bonus points if they aren’t together yet and S/O does it because of the huge crush they have on him-

🍋-

YALL ARE EATING THESE REQUESTS UP I LOVE HOW CREATIVE YOU ALL ARE!!!!

STU MACHER x READER WHO LIKES TO DRAW HIM

Lets be honest Stu is a very drawable person

So lets say you two are best friends

But you have a MAJOR crush on him

Therefore your sketchbook is littered of little drawings of him

Either full blown sketches or little doodles in the corner of a page

OMG imagine you two are sat in your bedroom studying for a test and you just can’t concentrate and end up drawing him ok your notes

Stu is a nosey person in the best way

Hes just curious to what you’re drawing

So when you suddenly stopped showing him he was confused at the least

He has a crush on you too so he doesn’t want you to pull away from him!!

So with all the ghostface killings happening what better way to celebrate curfew than drawing a sketch of ghostface Stu

Standing there is his murderous glory holding a knife and covered in blood

Now Stu wants to confess to you on the same night

So he creeps into your house being as quite as possible to try and scare you

But he walks in on you drawing him all bloody

He fangirls for a good fuve minutes before saying anything

‘You should draw me more often because you’re bloody good at art

Instert Stu laughing

And you’re just sat there paralysed

‘So is this why you won’t show me what you’ve been doodling?’

Hes your biggest fan and lowkey flattered

He just goes for it and gives you a big ol’ smooch

You two become official after that making it a lot easier for you to sketch him

You two could just be hanging out and out of nowhere he starts posing

‘Draw me like one of your french girls’

You’re so done with him

But you love him

<33

I hope you enjoyed that honey!! Thank you so much for he request <3

#stu macher x reader #scream x reader #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #ghostface #ghostface x reader #randy meeks #ethan landry #sidney prescott #tatum riley #x reader

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cosbug · 6 months

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SO this movie is a whole trip and I cannot say I necessarily recommend it? (if you're like me you will probably be more than slightly traumatized watching it the first time-)

However the acting is amazing seeing Tom Sturridge actually kinda scared me at the end. He's incredibly good at playing intimidating characters in a very unconventional way.

Nigel (his character in this movie) shouldn't really be as scary as he is, he is quite a small and timid boy, but the energy he exudes is so deeply disturbing AND ITS JUST AH such good acting. With the subtlest of expression changes he can flip the entire feeling of a scene and I think he does that marvelously.

We see this when he plays Dream as well though, his expressions are so minuscule yet they tell us so much about what is going on in Dreams mind and how he feels, and I think it's highly impressive how he conveys the characters emotions in that way.

ANYWAY Enough fanboying over Ton Sturridge, HES ALSO VERY NICE TO DRAW he's got a drawable face so I decided to draw Nigel as well 🕺

(I've drawn him in the card he's linked himself and Alex to, the jack of spades, if you've watched the movie I reckon it'll make more sense it's a whole thing BUT HE'S A CARD YUH)

Another Dream piece is in the works though- can't stray away from my favourite Tom Sturridge character for too long of course

#tom sturridge #like minds #nigel colbie #artists on tumblr #art

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 2- The Snake Prince of Asgard

You arrive on Asgard, where you are prepared to see your new Master for the first time, unsure of what will come of your first meeting with the unpredictable Prince.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

The Prince did not meet you at the gate, but you were happy with this breach of etiquette. You would have rather pushed off your inevitable meeting with your new Master for as long as possible. Instead, you were distracted from your woeful situation temporarily by the beautiful architecture of your new home. The golden spires, the towering turrets, the shimmering walls that reflected every light and reflection that dared to come too close left you with your jaw open from inside your carriage.

“Lovely, isn’t it? You will soon find yourself growing comfortable here,” assured your escort. You chose not to listen. He probably used that line on all the girls.

Being ‘processed’ by the household of the Royal Family was nearly as invasive and overwhelming as the audition had been. You were, again, forced to strip and stand before strangers (luckily, they were all women this time), who measured every curve of your form and took detailed notes of your coloring, shape, size, and overall posture.

“We can dress her in jewel tones,” remarked one of the old birds. “Such nice coloring for a simple peasant.”

“Her hair is very thick,” remarked another. “We can work with that, but the Prince did always prefer his girls to have straight hair. Pity.”

“No, please don’t straighten my--”

“”--and we may need to do a little work on her chin,” said a third. “She has an unseemly dimple and a bit of a wattle!” She jested.

“W…work?” you asked hesitantly.

“A procedure to reshape your face to be more suitable,” the third woman explained. “Just so you’re perfect for the Prince.”

A what? You thought to yourself, half-frightened and half-disgusted. Do they really mean to cut into my face and mold me like a clay doll?

“W…would it hurt?” you asked meekly.

The first woman, the one who seemed to be in charge, looked about ready to laugh. “Oh, of course, dear! It’s excruciating, but only for a week or so.”

The second lady chimed in as she wrapped a bolt of silk around your naked hips. “A shame you aren’t here for breeding, your hips are perfect,” she thought out loud, before joining the rest of the conversation. “You will quickly learn here that beauty is pain, and you cannot have one without the other. Your job here is to be a beautiful ornament. You will never not be in pain here, child.”

You felt your skin go cold at the sinister tone of her voice.

After you were measured, you were given a hot bath in a tub filled with rose-scented water (with perhaps a little too much oil, as it left beads on your skin). A servant ran a balm through your hair with a comb so fine-toothed that it was a painful struggle just to untangle the many knots you’d acquired living in the countryside of Vanaheim for your entire life.

“You will be presented to His Highness tonight at the banquet, and we will come and get you an hour before in order to dress you,” said the first woman, after you’d been dressed in a simple white robe and led to a small chamber in a gilded-but-dimly-lit section of the palace. On your way, you’d noticed many of the others occupying the harem quarters were also in white, and that all genders, as well as several species, were represented.

“All of the Royal Family hold their slaves and companions here,” the first woman explained. “It’s more luxurious than the servants’ quarters, for certain. You will be happy here.”

The woman knocked on the door she’d brought you to, and from within, a small, high-pitched voice called out “come in.”

The door was opened for you. Inside, you saw a large room, two lushly-furnished canopy beds with drawable curtains in opposite corners, a sofa and table in the center,at least two closet doors, and a large window that led out onto a balcony. The floor was carpeted underneath the beds, and hardwood in the center, and the ceilings were easily 20 feet high. The room was brighter than the hallway, and that may have been due to the light, buttercup yellow of the walls.

It was entirely more than you’d anticipated your prison cell to look like.

A petite brunette was sitting on the sofa, her eyes red and puffed, as if she’d just been crying. On the table in front of her was an ashtray and the nubbed remains of some smokable stick, the contents of which you couldn’t immediately identify by smell.

“Hilda, this is Y/N,” said the woman, gently pushing you into the room. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve picked up that habit. Disgusting.”

“Shut it, you old crone,” said the bitter brunette. “I was having a terrible morning until you walked in and made it insufferable.”

“Hmph,” was all the older woman could muster before turning back to you. “FIve o’clock,” she said. “Please be ready.”

After the old crone left, Hilda looked you up and down, shrugging. “You look like a Westerner,” she said, her accent changing to one that was more familiar to you. This girl had also been a tribute from Vanaheim.

“Borgund,” you answered.

Hilda nodded. “Capitol City,” she replied. “You’re a country girl.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry you’re here,” your new roommate said. “If I had remembered you’d be coming today, I’d have saved you some more Bliss,” she added, indicating the smoldering cigarette in the tray before her.

“What’s that?” you asked, the naivety in your voice amusing Hilda.

“A drug made from the Lily of Asgard flower, evens your mood,” she answered. “Relaxes you as well. The Royals want to keep us happy so that we don’t tell people about all of the depraved things they enjoy with us, so they supply us with as much as we wish.”

You felt your heart skip a beat and your blood rush to your face. “What sorts of depraved things?”

Hilda looked around the room in thought. “Well, I’m one of Loki’s, so I only know of his interests. But someone who belongs to Thor says that he always summons a servant to watch as he fucks her, and demands that he pleasure himself at the sight. The Allfather likes to watch his women fuck each other with their tongues, and he won’t even always join them…but Frigga will!”

“Oh, my…” you felt the world begin to swing underneath you. Your aunt had told you about some things during your all-nighter, but she hadn’t mentioned orgies, or other people joining in. You weren’t sure what to think.

“Look, Y/N, you’re going to have to get used to it, because you’re likely going to have the Snake Prince’s snake in your mouth in about six hours’ time,” Hilda said rudely. “In fact, he may not even wait until the banquet ends before taking you.”

You looked down at your feet, which were shifting around nervously. “What?”

Hilda sighed. “He did it with me, and he’s done it with most of his boys and girls,” she explained. “A lot of the time, he will just lay a new whore down in the middle of the party and fuck them in front of the entire room.”

You bit your lip, feeling your skin begin to shake underneath the flimsy white robe. “Hilda, are you sure there isn’t any more Bliss? I get the feeling I will need some for tonight.”

Sadly, you were not able to seek out anything to calm your jittery nerves, and before you knew it, the three horrendous women who’d measured your body earlier were back to take you away. Hilda had wished you luck on your way out the door.

You were put into a violet-hued robe that did little to cover your breasts, and a golden corset, which did EVERYTHING to push them up and together. It was an appalling feeling, having nothing underneath the robe. You were adorned with emerald jewelry, and a diadem, from which hung a white veil that obscured your face until the right moment. You were brought barefoot before the Head of Household, who approved of your appearance, and sprinkled lavender water on your hair.

All that was on your mind was what Hilda had said to you about the Snake Prince’s predisposition to rape his whores in the middle of a crowded room like some disgusting barbarian. You weren’t sure if you were ready for this, or if Aunt Ing was even correct in assuming you could seduce the bastard who now owned you.

“This is for Borgund,” you said to yourself. “If I can somehow do this and free my people, it will all be worth it.”

You were put on a pedestal behind a gossamer curtain and instructed to wait until you were presented. For several minutes, you stood there as still as a statue, listening to the sounds of revelers laughing and shouting for more drink, musicians playing horn music from somewhere else in the room, and maids flirting with the partygoers. Every second that ticked by made your nerves pucker exponentially.

Suddenly, you began to hear calls of, “Norns, Highness, didn’t you get a new girl today?” and “Bring out the whore!” began to intermix with the rest of the noise until it became the dominant topic of conversation, and you knew the time came.

Aunt Ing had told you to try and look quiet and dignified at your presentation. Loki didn’t seem to be a prince for ostentatious nonsense like hair-flipping and flirting, nor did he have the patience to deal with a sobbing, simpering victim. You stood tall and stone-faced, prepared to meet whatever hell awaited you beyond the curtain.

Loki must have given the order to draw them in a voice too soft for you to hear, because without warning, the curtains lifted, and the room went silent as their first glance of the Prince’s latest property had to be absorbed.

The room was filled with red candle light, boisterous and drunken partygoers, and, positioned on a table above the rest, sat the dreaded Snake Prince himself, Loki Odinson. You couldn’t make out many of his features, he stood so far away from you, and you could barely make out a form at all behind the haze of the room itself.

You could see the figure cross his legs, not even indicating an interest to get to his feet. You expected as much, coming from a barbarian prince.

There was no introduction, nor direction given to you, so you thought you would begin to descend from your pedestal and walk the clear pathway from your perch to the Prince. However, as soon as you stepped down, several audible gasps filled the room, and you had to fight back the urge to recoil.

However, you kept going, making what you were hoping was steadfast eye contact with your new owner and you began to approach.

“What in Norns does she think she’s doing?” “Stuck-up Vanir think they can make their own rules.” “She’s not supposed to do that…”

You ignored the protests and kept walking until you were in the center of the room, when the first drunken reveler grabbed your arm.

“What do you think you’re doing, little country slut?” he asked, his words slurred. “You aren’t supposed to make the first move!”

“How dare she think she can approach our Prince?” said a companion nearby.

“We should teach her a lesson!” said another.

“L..let me go…” you said, with much less authority than you were hoping for.

A burly dwarf reached for your robe, ripping it as you struggled out of his grip. “She talks!”

“Maybe we should break her in for the Prince! Teach her to respect her betters!”

You weren’t physically very strong, and you found yourself being consumed by a hot whirl of hellish catcalls and big, scratching hands molesting all part of you as the Asgardians got a firm hold on you. People were grabbing you both on top of and underneath your flimsy silk armor, and you couldn’t so much as twitch against their will. You felt your senses take leave of you as you were thrown to the floor, the big blonde man who’d initiated the attack standing over you while the others gathered around and laughed.

You screamed as the blonde man began to undo his trousers, and two of the men pinning you to the ground began lifting your hem above your knees, to your hips, exposing all of you to the room for the first time. Some men jeered. Others applauded. Others still accused you of liking being assaulted. You heart raced in distress as you prayed within to Freyja for some kind of salvation from the humiliation and torture that so greeted you to your new home.

Please, Mother Freyja, out of love and honor for your acolyte, protect me now…

Another voice finally joined the room, booming, loud, and full of masculine bravado.

“I SAID, ENOUGH!!” Gasps filled the room as the rough, hungry crowd parted at last for The Snake Prince, finally descending from on high to observe the situation for himself.

Oh no, you thought as the Prince slowly commanded the room with his stride. Here he comes to do the deed himself!

The entire room bowed for him as he finally came to your body, lying helpless, still pinned under the two dwarves holding your arms. You looked up to him with pleading eyes and heavy breath. A part of you wanted to give him a more defiant stance, but in the moment, all you cared about was protecting your body from being gangraped by a room of drunken asses.

You could only muster one word to your new Master.

“...please?”

The Prince seemed caught off guard for a moment at your brazen lack of etiquette, addressing him without title or greeting, but a plea, already demanding things of your new owner. He thought a moment before reaching out a silent hand, something YOU did not anticipate. You only looked at it, confused and still highly on guard.

“Go on, girl,” he said quietly. “It won’t bite you.”

Mumbles from the crowd began to ripple around the room as you hesitated one more moment. Out of fear that you would be further offending the entire nobility of Asgard, you took his hand, which was soft-skinned, gentle, and more graceful than any of the miserable louts’ claws that had just violated you.

Prince Loki brought you to your feet, his eyes never leaving yours. You were astonished at the kindly gesture, especially coming from a man who was so renowned for being an arrogant beast.

“Are you...recovered?” he asked, his voice low now, speaking only to you. It was all you could do to nod silently and keep your head high.

The Snake Prince turned to the rest of the party. “You brutes will all be punished for this inhospitality. The banquet is over.”

Some in the room appeared confused. Others were silently protesting with angry glares. Others were stone-faced, perhaps interested in the event unfolding.

“I SAID, it's over,” the raven-haired Prince repeated. “Now, off with you, before I have you all whipped, and any protestations will be met with execution.”

Such an extreme threat sounded a little silly to you, in spite of the serious moment. Yet, a few in the room almost seemed to gasp in fear. One older-looking dwarf had the audacity to step forward. He was one of the two who’d held you down moments ago. “Sire, we’ve done worse before, and in lesser circumstances. She is just another whore--”

“--guards!” The Prince commanded almost too casually. Two stepped forward and shoved their way through the group. “Take him to the death cell. Inform his family. He is to be beheaded at dawn for insubordination against his Prince.”

“But Sire! Mercy!” cried the dwarf as he was grappled by the sentries.

“You dared to try and claim MY property,” The Prince explained. “You assaulted MY concubine before I had even touched her flesh for myself. You are a pig, lower than the dirt that stains my riding boots. You will die at dawn, and let this be an example to the rest of you scoundrels not to touch my things.”

The gasps around the room were much louder, and the dwarf immediately sank to his knees in plea for his life. You looked at Prince Loki with a face full of surprise and fear. Is this really a Prince who would behead a man for speaking up, even in a terrible place such as this?

The Prince saw your stunned look as you watched with an odd amount of pity as the dwarf was dragged away, attempting to protest with cries of “my five sons!” and “my wife!” to no avail. For your part, you were still trying to get your bearings, having been accosted with so much intensity in such a short time.

“Come with me to my chambers,” said the Prince to you, still stone-faced and authoritative, as if he’d squashed a fly and not sentenced a high ranking official to death on a whim.

“I…oh…” your words were still failing you.

Prince Loki took your hand, a kind gesture that brought your shivers down from an intensity of 10 to perhaps a 7. “You must be exhausted, and probably haven’t eaten, I imagine. I will fetch some wine and bread when we get to my apartment.”

A silent crowd watched in awe as the brutal Snake Prince of Asgard gently led you away from the hall and toward his bedroom, your mind still attempting to catch up with everything that had just transpired around you.

I’m going to drown here, I just know it…

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nhasablogg · 1 year

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Mixing all the colors like we're making a Monet

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

Anonymous said: Maybe Steve painting on Eddie?

Words: 1.7k

(Read it on AO3)

Steve claimed he did it because Robin had told him to. “She says I’m stressed and restless?�� He’d said it with such a casual air, scoffing as if the very thought of him being anything but okay was ridiculous despite everything. “Figured I would humor her.”

“It’s been scientifically proven that people who work on art or any type of craft have an easier way of dealing with their emotions,” Robin had told him when Steve was out of earshot. “You have your music,” she added. “And DnD, as do the kids. Nancy always keeps her mind intellectually busy. At the very least it can keep him distracted.”

What about you, Eddie wanted to ask but didn’t, watching Steve return to them with a plastic bag filled with art supplies. He made a great show of looking annoyed about it, but Eddie caught him smiling as he showed them his purchase, all the colors and different brushes which all did different things, the idea evidently appealing to him even though he for some reason tried to act as if it was the opposite.

Eddie left him alone at first, not wanting him to feel crowded, but as days turned into weeks and Steve was still painting nearly every damn day, Eddie found himself sitting next to him, fiddling with his guitar or simply watching. It was calming, watching him figure everything out. Steve wasn’t necessarily a natural born talent, but not many were. He’d gone from simple drawings of houses and trees and had started trying to draw people, using a pen to sketch somewhat recognizable interpretations of Dustin, Max, Robin, sometimes even Wayne. He never asked people to pose until he asked Eddie.

“I did notice you haven’t drawn me yet,” Eddie had replied and Steve had rolled his eyes. “Figured you’d get offended that I can’t capture your oh so glorious beauty.” Both of them knew Steve wasn’t joking, but they let his words hang in the air, unchallenged.

Eddie had sat on the porch, head slightly turned to the right since Steve claimed he could never get a whole face right. He was holding his guitar, lightly strumming the strings just to keep himself from squirming too much. In the end, Steve wouldn’t let him see the finished product and Eddie didn’t push, although he suspected he probably was drawing him more often now since he’d stopped showing him his pieces. Eddie blushed each time he thought of it, which was ridiculous in itself, but nothing about him and Steve was rational anyway.

“Have you moved on to pencil full time?” he asked him one day as the sun was setting, turning the sky pink and drawable.

Steve looked up from his sketchbook. “I guess? Not on purpose though. It’s just easier when I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“Mm, I miss finding specks of paint on you though,” Eddie replied with a grin. He’d once found a streak of green on the side of Steve’s neck and had gotten the privilege of hearing Steve giggle his head off as he’d tried to rub it off for him.

“That’s exactly it. It’s so messy.”

“I think you’re turning it into too much of a task the longer you avoid it.”

“I’m not avoiding it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m not! I can paint for you right now.”

“Okay.” Eddie leaned back where he was perched on the stairs. “Paint me.”

“That’s very narcissistic of you.”

“No, no. I mean-” Eddie smirked at him, not realizing he was plotting his own demise. “Paint on me.”

Steve flushed, but he did a good job of keeping his voice steady when he said, “You want to be my canvas?”

“Precisely.”

“It’ll get messy.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

When the idea had briefly crossed his mind Eddie imagined Steve blushing, avoiding his eyes as Eddie stripped to give him access to bare skin, all the power in his possession, all the delicious nervous energy bouncing around them.

But he’d forgotten that brushes were soft and paint was cold and Steve was gentle and his skin too sensitive, and when Steve started at his chest because that was the easiest spot to get to as Eddie leaned back with his shirt off, they both seemed to simultaneously realize the direction this would mostly be going in.

“Stay still,” Steve said, grinning now as he ran the brush down toward Eddie’s abdomen, Eddie’s breath having hitched at the same time as his eyes had widened.

“It’s cold,” he said, and it was, but he knew Steve wasn’t fooled. “Fuck, Steve, be careful.”

“I am. Be still or we’ll get your clothes messy, and you wouldn’t want that, right?”

They probably looked strange to any on-looker, only they knew they were hidden from view there, unless Wayne decided to come out of course. But despite the obscured view Eddie knew people could hear them, and so he clamped a hand over his mouth, head leaned back as his other hand darted between covering his face and moving toward Steve. He started giggling much too soon for his liking.

Steve seemed delighted. “I think your neck should be pink,” he was saying, fluttering the brush back and forth on his lower belly, the green soon covering each inch of it. “Your feet can be blue. Oh, and if you’re bold enough to pull your shorts down lower I can paint your hips red, to signify your most ticklish spot.”

The acknowledgement of what was actually happening made Eddie’s giggles turn into full on panicked belly laughter and his flailing hand finally settled on top of his other one, pressing hard to keep from being too loud. “Steheheve!”

“What was that?”

“Fou ou-”

“I see.”

Eddie dug his heels into the ground, the sensation so light and yet so unbearable. There was something about having to keep quiet, about not being able to stop him without getting paint on more parts of him, that made it all the more maddening. The brush he was using wasn’t even one of the wider ones, and yet it tickled enough in such a specific way that it sent shocks through his nervous system. The stairs were starting to hurt his legs where he was pressing them flat against them, but he was afraid he would crumble completely if he tried to fold any body part in on himself.

“I might make you my canvas forever,” Steve was saying, giving Eddie a moment to breathe as he wiped the brush to switch to pink. “You’re doing so good being still.”

Eddie found himself blushing at the praise. “Oh my god, shut up.”

“What? I’m just being honest.”

Steve’s smile was so excited that Eddie had to close his eyes for a moment to compose himself. “Well, at least you’re painting.”

“Right? Robin would be so proud.”

“You won’t tell her about this, right?”

“Oh, no. It’s our little secret. Now move your hand. I’m going for your neck.”

“Please don’t.”

“Are you interfering with my artistic choices?”

Eddie opened his eyes and found he was hovering over him, although the brush was held far enough from him that it didn’t make him nervous yet. “Yes. Human canvases have rights too.”

Steve hummed. “Fine. Not the neck then, but we need a good replacement to dampen my disappointment.” He glanced back. “The back of your knees? Would that work or are you too ticklish?”

“I hate you so much.”

“Hey, this was your idea.”

Eddie sighed. “I didn’t expect it to be so-”

“Ticklish?”

He let out a laugh. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m glad it is. I like hearing you laugh.”

Eddie flushed, but noticed that Steve’s face pinkened as well and found he couldn’t lament the situation he found himself in after all.

“Back of knees are fine,” was all he said, accepting his fate as he shut his eyes again. “But if you get paint on the stairs Wayne will probably kill you.”

“No paint on stairs. Got it.”

This time the brush on his skin made him yelp, knee bending on impulse to get away from the sensation. He should’ve told Steve to go for his knee caps instead, he realized belatedly. The squirming wouldn’t be so messy then.

“Ugh, it feels weird,” he said, craning his neck to look at Steve who had backed off when Eddie had bent both his knees, pressing the paint between his skin.

“If you get paint on the stairs now it’s your fault.”

“Is anything dripping?”

“No.” Steve suddenly grabbed his calf. “Maybe your ankle. Or should I go back to upper body? Lift your arms.”

“You’re so persistent.”

“I’m only getting started and you keep interrupting.”

Eddie huffed but lifted his arms anyway, grabbing onto the door frame as best as he could with the door shut. “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

He wasn’t able to cover his mouth this time and was laughing loudly and freely the moment the brush touched his armpit. Steve hushed him, although he was laughing too, and slapped his palm over Eddie’s mouth in a way that had his thumb brushing the underside of his chin, another much too sensitive spot, and Eddie found himself spiraling into hysterics.

It was foolish to think he would be able to stand it for long, and within seconds he had paint not only on his hands and clothes, but also somehow in his hair from how suddenly he’d started fighting back. The stairs, somehow, were left spotless.

“You caught me off guard,” Steve told him later, helping him rinse the last of the pink from his hair. “You ticklish idiot.”

“Hm, I seem to remember another day where I was the one scrubbing your ticklish skin clean.”

“Speaking of that, I’ll help you get the paint off of the rest of you.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m offering! It’s my fault anyway, right? I heard it’s really hard getting it off of armpits especially.”

“Steve, I will kill you.”

“And I think I saw some on your hips too. No idea how that happened. Oh, and your neck.”

Eddie groaned. It was going to be a long shower.

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pomegranate-pen · 1 year

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dating headcanons with rapunzel pls. With fem s/o.

Rapunzel Dating fem!s/o headcanons!

A/n: here ya go! so sorry it took so long. life has been crazy this year, heh. also, I haven't mentioned Pascal here, since, well, how Pascal interacts with S/o depends on how S/o's personality is. he acts different with different kinds of s/o's.

If one had to summarize what having a relationship with rapunzel would be like, it could only be described as sweet and heartfelt.

Rapunzel is very open about her feelings, so she was most likely the first one to confess that she likes you. How you’ve met can also cause how long it’ll take her to tell you the truth. If you have met her before her escape from the tower, well, it would take much much longer for her to confess. because she fears that you could be lying and be out for her hair and not to mention, she isn't sure how mother Gothel would react to her having a girlfriend, and her gut feeling is telling her to not risk it either. if in a scenario, you do have the unfortunate timing to meet her, Rapunzel would just convince mother Gothel that you're just a friend of hers, and she'll tell you to lessen your frequent visits to her tower, since she fears that Gothel could somehow stop you from seeing her, But, have you met after her escape, well, then her confession is given without any outside fears, only anxiousness to know your answer.

Rapunzel is a high-spirited individual. Someone full of energy at any hour of the day and isn't afraid to try new things. So, if you have a unique talent or hobby or even skill that you have been perfecting for years, expect the princess to fully get into it as well as a sort of bonding time.

Likewise, Rapunzel wants to share every hobby she has with you. From painting, knitting, reading books, and even candle-making. She knows every hobby there is and is always buzzing with excitement when sharing it with you.

She sketches a lot in her notebook, and if you ever had the chance to peek into what's inside, you’ll see many sketches of you plastered in. some even fully colored and shaded and all while you were doing the most mundane of things like reading, leaning on a tree or even just simply laughing. If confronted about the sketches, she will freeze up and blush, stutter out some excuse about you having a drawable face and immediately zip away before you could ask more questions. Her sketchbook now has a lock on it.

If you were generally disliked by the kingdom, whether it was because you’ve done something villainous like Cassandra or Varian or were a simple thief like Eugene, Rapunzel would try her utmost to change the public’s perception of you. It mostly works, since they either believe her by meeting you in person or just fully trust the future queen. And besides, you aren't really the first redeemed villain they had, they’re practically used to this sort of treatment by now.

However, if you are generally liked, then, you’ll be an absolute power couple with Rapunzel. Two of the sweetest people in Corona, together?! It's like a match made in heaven! Expect many happy greetings and many couple discounts in every shop you go to.

Rapunzel does not like overprotective people, so if you're like that then you must reel it in a bit. she understands, she truly does. When you care about someone so much it’s hard not to worry about their safety, especially someone like Rapunzel who has been given the power of the sun drop, a power that even though it’s been fully gone today, people still sought after stealing from her. But, she argues, that you must understand where she’s coming from as well. She’s been overprotected for far too long, and all she wants is to have freedom in what she does. It’s already drainfull enough to have a protective father on her side, it would be even more difficult if you intervened as well.

For everyone, you’re almost royalty. You live in the castle (Rapunzel begged you to) and you help Rapunzel with her royal duties as princess and future queen, so everyone tends to group you in with the majesties as well. Referring to you as ‘your highness’ and such.

Rapunzel loves kissing your forehead and playing with your hair. It's one of her go-to moves when you cuddle with her. She also loves shocking you with a kiss on the cheek and holding your hands when you casually walk in the streets. Her PDA is quite casual, she doesn’t mind holding your hand in public or flirting with you at all.

She is a listener at heart, so if you’re ever bothered by something, do expect her to hold your hand comfortingly and ask what's wrong. She’ll give you anything you need during the moment, and she’ll even try to fix the issue herself, which, becomes quite a problem if it's an issue where you don’t want it to be noticed or interacted with. If it's some sort of relationship problem, then you might want to hesitate before telling her. Because she will speak to the person whose causing you this trouble and if said person hurt you in some way she will try to fight them.

However, if you try to solve some of her family issues, she will immediately beg you not to. Whether it's mother Gothel or King Frederic, she would like to have you avoid them, since she’s worried about how much they’ll overreact if you try to defy them.

Her love language is obviously quality time. Other than sharing her hobbies with you, she also likes trying out different shops or traveling to different kingdoms with you.

Not much of a nickname person, but she does at times call you by a summarized version of your name. if you’re a nickname giver though, she loves every nickname you give her.

If Eugene Fitzherbert still counts as a love interest here, then my god, the amount of rivalry between you two is comical. Many jabs, remarks, jokes, and many many arguments would be sprung up between you. it could almost rival his and Cassandra’s. although, deep down, Eugene still considers you a friend (for someone who is your rival, he sure does save you a lot in near-death or injury situations) and with some time, he accepts the fact that he has no chance now. He’d see that you make her happy, that you help and support her when she needs it, and so, he accepts this situation. But he still does tease you at times- that’s just how he is.

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