#im just having fun with the idea of black diamond

[channelnintendo]

aaaa im 6 episodes in and i LOVE POKEMON HORIZONS SO MUCH ITS SO GOOOOOOD

ive watched the pokemon anime all my life and honestly i was nervous but excited about the change!! i adore ash pikachu and team rocket, but i have to admit as much as i didnt wanna let them go, i think the series needed the change and it's a lot better off, even if it is a drastic major difference.

and now to go into some parts i love about the anime!:

-liko is AWESOMEEE and i find her really relatable and well written! im also so thrilled sprigatito gets to have such a big role!! i loveee sprigatito so much and seeing it basically be the new pikachu of the animes wonderful!!

-the generation balance is so nice! this anime feels like it takes journeys ideas and makes them THRIVE. journeys had great ideas, but being set in kanto as the hub base was a fatal flaw, dooming the anime to be overshadowed by gen 1.. not to mention that the anime hardly bothers to put spotlight on gen 8. horizons handles this fantastically in two ways! first, the airship is SUCHH a great idea! a fun nice cozy flying hub area for our cast! they can go wherever and tons of different gen pokemon live on the ship and its wonderful!!! secondly, the MUCH better focus on paldea by having liko have sprigatito, roy have fuecoco, and i assume that quaxly on the airships gonna be pretty important soon! you can easily tell this is an anime about scarlet and violet!! whereas journeys.... is hardly an anime about sword and shield. they did so well with this and i love it!!

-also, by having lots of different pokemon owned by the rising volt tacklers and living on the airship, or even things like ann having oshawott, it makes gen 1 feel natural and not forced! like when friede was revealed, i was kinda like.... "oh greattt (sarcasm) a guy with a charizard and pikachu. more gen 1...." BUT NO FRIEDES AWESOME I LOVE HIM!!! by having such a great balance of other generations + a focus on gen 9, charizard and captain pikachu fit in wonderfully and dont feel forced, rather just a nice reminder of the series' roots!

-i really appreciate when a show aimed at kids still has a cast of adult characters with their own depth and stories, making the show connectible and enjoyable for all ages! the owl house and gravity falls come to mind, and pokemon horizons does this wonderfully with the rising volt tacklers! friede, mollie, orla, murdock, and ludlow are all reallyyy great! the rising volt tacklers just have a really nice and cozy atmosphere to them i really like!

-the writing is wonderful!!! all the characters feel so full of life and interesting and i really enjoy seeing them interact and talk and anything really!! the entire cast is just really wonderful!

-the animations great! a big issue i had with journeys is i feel like its animation Reallyyyy lacked in comparison to other pokemon animes. not even xy, but sun/moon or even diamond/pearl and black/white. the animation was really sluggish and lacked impact and the battle choregraphy was really boring, even in scenes as important as ash fighting literal champions. pokemon horizons really stepped it up though! i mean, im not expecting a pokemon anime to ever look like xy again, but the animation and battle choregraphy and everything is MUCHHHH better this time around

-i like how it takes itself seriously at times! i mean i dont want pokemon to be like dark intense and all that. but i think many agree pokemon thrives when it takes itself a Bit seriously, like with black/white, sun/moon, and scarlet/violet. i really felt the emotion from scenes like liko and roy being scared of the explorers but their pokemon calmed them down. i mean, when has ash ever been geniunely worried cause of team rocket? i think it (and the scene later on showing the explorers are much bigger than we initially saw) really gave a lot of impact to the explorers and made them feel much more threatening but made me wanna root for the rising volt tacklers all the more! all in all theres a ton of heart and emotion in the show and i love it!!

-the ancient pokeball reminds me of the gs ball and i love that! if i recall, the gs ball was outright scrapped due to celebi being the focus of its own movie and the creators hoped fans would forget about it. so its super cool they have a similar plotline to one we never got!

-i really love the theme of finding yourself, and the theme song having "i'm becoming me" as a prominent lyric. i mean, i still dont know who i am or what i wanna be, so seeing characters on that same kind of journey is really inspiring and makes me feel.. i dunno, like i can really connect with the show and find myself a bit more by watching it!

anyways even if ive just started it i REALLYYYY love pokemon horizons! i honestly wouldnt be surprised if this became my complete and total favorite pokemon anime, its really just resonated with me in so many ways and i love it!! im super excited to watch more but ill try to space it out so i dont spend all my excitement at once!

#pokemon #pokemon horizons #watching pokemon horizons tag

[ofmermaidstories]

Helloo, I’ve never asked anything before but my curiosity is absolutely killing me lmao.. did you have an inspiration for the kimono reader is wearing in something (just like this)? It sounds so intricate and pretty so I was just wondering ◡̈ I rly love the story btw you’re one of my favorite writers

omg okay so—i collect a magazine called kimono hime!! it’s out of print now im pretty sure (???) but it’s basically like a fashion mag with varying kimonos and yukatas and furisodes in all sorts of amazing prints, like, really contemporary stuff!

it’s such a beautiful magazine if you’re into fashion or design or are a weeb (me).

but as for Reader’s summer fit, there’s no real one-for-one inspo for it. 🥺 i kinda just took my cue from the issues of kimono hime and the designers within it—and tried to think up something fun! black and white stripes seemed fun because a) they were bold and b) could conceivably be imagined on a range of skin tones (like—i personally love wearing pastels and dusky pinks, but one of my besties is quite pale and can’t wear the same shades because it washes her out, so i thought we needed something that could maybe cover more ground than like “you’re wearing a green yukata” or whatever). i love roses, and tiny teeny spiders hiding among them seemed like a nice contrast (and also meant i could have our cool-guy kimono seller make his “you look like someone who’s a mix of both worlds” remark, because like, who among us doesn’t hold conflicting qualities? something pretty, something more repellent unless you really like spiders ig so then it’s like, something pretty and something cool LOL).

when i was on insta i was following a japanese designer who had these amazing patterns for kimonos and things, like, vintage cat faces on the obis and stuff so i knew when giving Reader one we could get away with like, something really neat—so the toads, snakes, roses and diamonds that’s meant to be on it is a nod to one of my favourite fairytales! tbh it’s mostly a little textual inside joke with myself, because the fairytale is about a pair of sisters who are each blessed and cursed by a fairy; the sister that treated the fairy sweetly is blessed so that when she speaks diamonds and precious jewels and flowers fall out of her mouth with her words. the sister that treated the fairy cruelly is cursed—so that it’s snakes and toads instead. it’s the same sort of line of thinking as the “mix of both worlds” comment: it’s the idea that Reader (like us all) is capable of saying both kind and cruel things. 🐍💎🌹🐸

it’s hard trying to come up with outfits in a reader-insert fic! and look, not everyone is going to be happy. but i did do a lil faux-kimono hime mock up, to show the general vibes of what i was going for with Reader’s fit. maybe with more roses though??? hmmm hmmm hmmm.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #hello anon hi hi—i hope you have a good weekend ahead of you 🤲🏽 #thank-you for asking this—i got a little carried away there 😭 #i just really like describing clothes in stories dsjfjsldkjflk #but also reader’s yukata makes a come-back in the last chapter sooo 🥹 #gotta get your yenjamins worth!!! #passion for fashion: the dress-up tag

[inkstainedchessboard-if]

so far i have a few chessies planned but for most im stuck between choices sshjdjdkd at least for my first playthrough im gonna make the background match the ro (but im gonna be replaying. a lot)

Chevalier - this is probably the most fleshed out i think? i THINK they’re gonna be a previous rook (i did consider bishop but i like rook ) romancing fenrir. i chose the black and white split dye hair of course hehe and gold eyes

Hawthorn - i’m stuck on them i want them to be a rose and a daisy and a tulip and a lily ahsjshsjjsjs i can’t decide. i think i will probably do daisy or tulip …. or rose. i like the customization options too much !!! tulip was the one i chose first but i like the idea of having vicious mockery as daisy lmao they’re gonna romance o of course (can’t believe we start at 25% with o in every other route smh what’d we do to them)

Bower/Dodge - card soldier i’m split between diamond and heart but i think im leaning towards diamond. i gave them white eyes which i think as a cheshire cat with just the eyes and grin would be terrifying ahsjdhhsk they’re romancing isabelle of course queen of my heart they’re the only one whose name im not sure about either i like the options you give but i also liked calling them dodge

Alder - bird. i like having feathery hair tho i also like the rabbit option. and deer would be handy for the feelings i think. every option is so good its hard for me to choose!!! i’m still leaning towards bird (for now anyways) i gave them red eyes and they’re romancing a

and that’s all my planned cheshires so far!!! now that they have been named i’ll make pinterest boards for them and it’ll be easier for me to visualize them hehe

Thanks for sharing your Cheshires! They all sound super fun and I'm happily surprised you used the name suggestions for most of them! ^^

I'd be excited to hear about them more when they're more fleshed out! ❤️

#asks #shen talks #other peoples's ​cheshires

[coccolithophore]

10, 11, 12, and 13 for the oc ask thingy!! 💖

hehe thanks friend!! ill just answer for a bunch of ocs cuz im bored! 10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem? i just realized that every single one of my ocs wears gold jewelry except lucy hajdgs what can i say i have an aesthetic preference hmm lets see for gems ill kin assign them some lucy: pearl, opal lasha and solvin: sapphire atlas: black diamond, moonstone avarice: classic diamond, ruby billy: garnet him: amber, agate 11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them? allll of my characters (except billy and avarice who are kinda singular because theyre from a vegas criminal campaign) have a nature theme, as well as backstories with social isolation and complex familial and/or romantic relationships. i think id get along best with him and lucy since theyre the mellowest lmao. lucy in particular is a very self indulgent character in terms of being a dreamy autistic fish girl so we would nerd out together <3 12. how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays? im gonna give them zodiac signs since idk wtf calendars theyve got going on in various fantasy worlds but astrology is obviouslyyy universal billy: gemini, would go all out spoiling others on their birthdays, keeps his own under wraps and would be a little grumpy about attention if someone found out when it was avarice: aries, she is the birthday queen her entire birth month is her birthday shower her in gifts immediately atlas: gemini, has no idea wtf a birthday is but imo the fey have gemini energy him: virgo, best home-made gift giver, enjoys being god's specialist boy on his birthday and cherishes the gifts and attention, basically the one day a year where he can be a liiiittle selfish as a treat lucy: pisces, brings people pretty stones on their birthdays, would shyly enjoy being celebrated lasha: scorpio, another attention-loving birthday queen, dries flowers and plants throughout the year that remind her of her friends and gifts them on their birthdays solvin: cancer, how did you find out his birthday? that is privileged information! lightning zap x1000 13. what languages do they speak? how fluently?

in terms of fun fantasy languages him speaks druidic and lasha speaks elemental. also i realized the other day that common is definitely not atlas's first language and they would speak other ones more fluently 🤔 like sylvan and celestial. and Tree.

#thank you friend!!! #kiwis dnd adventures #asks #i didnt really answer some of these exactly how the question asked but w/e #sick brain

[afyerarchive]

Enderman x Reader Minecraft Date

● ————————— MINECRAFT

→ ABOUT / Just a casual day in your singleplayer Minecraft world; what's that in the distance? An Enderman? Aren't those things decently rare? Well, instead of getting a typical Ender Pearl, why don't you have a bit of fun with it instead -

→ DEMOGRAPHIC / gn ! reader

→ CW / minecraft date (idk if that counts as "fluff" or not) + mentions of getting hurt?

→ EXTRA / Writing this because I am absolutely out of ideas. Please give me something to do preferably genshin aaf afaffagbajkbsjkl (also im not proofreading this because it's 6 AM and I just wanna sleep)

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Iron sword in hand, you stroll over the vast mountains of the world, passing llamas and goats; you're determined to find your home which you hadn't visited in days due to a recent mining venture. Well, at least the profits were fruitful. A few stacks of coal, a stack of iron, and precisely ten diamonds, along with a load of bread you found whilst passing a village on your journey back.

Upon seeing the silhouette of your beautiful Cottagecore-inspired house in the distance, you grin, brimming with excitement to finally be back home. Dangerously skipping down the final slope before reaching your residence, you fall, losing grip of sword, as you end up tumbling down the face of the mountain, landing in a pond at the bottom, blacking out.

LATER

A few hours pass. You slowly drift open your eyes, seeing a jet-black figure with entrancing purple eye features towering over your body. Clueless, you reach your hand out, trying to get a feel of it, before it backs away slowly, still keeping you in its view.

Jolting up to get a better look, you notice just how tall this thing actually was. Surely it was three blocks tall, maybe even more. If only you had such attractive features like that; oh, one can only dream.

Blushing, the figure holds out its hand. Hesitating, you slowly reach your out too, meeting it, and grabbing on tight, as it pulls you all the way up off of the ground. Wait, how had you gotten out of the pond in the first place? Still curious, you interrogate the creature.

Ah, so it's an Enderman. Aren't those things afraid of water? Fret not, this Enderman seemed to have already taken a special interest in you, thus why it helped you this whole time.

"So, what are you looking for?" You ask, trying not to look the Enderman in the eyes. "If there's a certain... block, or flower that you desire, I'd be more than happy to help you find it."

The Enderman shook its head shily, trying to gaze at you, but quickly turning away to face your home each time. To be honest, this situation you found yourself in was pretty awkward, however, let's not make it weird. Continuing this discussion, you think well, what? before getting the hint. Wait- this may be just a game, but can the Endermen have attraction to the players.

I mean, seriously, who the hell would code a feature like that?

"Do you want to try going on a date, perchance?" Glancing at the creature once more, still avoiding the eyes, you watch as it slowly nods in compliance. "Well, why didn't you say so from the start? I actually have quite the thing for people built like you."

Long story short, you were asked to set up two Dark Oak stairs for chairs, and a fence with a trapdoor on it in the middle, simulating that of a date you'd find in real life.

Oddly, it looked peaceful, and fit quite nicely under the canopy created by the balcony of your cottage. After scattering an assortment of flowers, this newfound creature sat down on the "chair" opposite of you, and made sure not to be as nervous this time.

With that, you enjoyed a cooked chicken together and had quite the talk about the current economic situation in the End Dimension.

A night well spent. You had all of your items back, and polished your sword back up to its peak performance, before turning back to the Enderman, who was standing there ominously.

"One more thing," it muttered. "Let me just look at you... one time." This thing's English was better than you imagined.

"I guess," you spoke nervously. Looking up to see its flat black head, and just edging the rim of those pure purple eyes, butterflies fluttered throughout your stomach. You'd never looked anyone in the eyes this romantically, let alone a creature of the night in Minecarft.

Sighing, you finally took a glimpse at them. What was not expected, however, was to see the Enderman's eyes widen, as if with fear and anguish, shaking ever so slightly, before running towards you.

Instantly, you regained your state of mind, trying to run away. But alas, your ex-lover-now-nightmare chased you back to the pond where you met, as you jumped in the water to avoid it.

Looking back, the Enderman was nowhere to be seen. Had you outrun it? Were you safe... for now?

Thoughts racing around your head, you sigh once more, trying to stay calm after the horrific sequence of events that just unfolded. Trying to think about it only hurt though, and you felt as if you were still being watched.

And, by some stroke of unfortunate luck, you felt something tight grab your body from behind, ripping you out of the water to an untimely fate.

God, I hated writing this.

#minecraft #minecraft x reader #enderman #minecraft fanfiction #minecraft meme #fanfiction #fanfic #meme fanfiction #meme fanfic #fluff #slight horrorr #meme #joke #cringe #shitpost #random #suspenseful #writing #gn reader #gn!reader #gn!fanfic #gn meme #ender man #endermen #eyes #building #minecraft building #minecraft story #why #new york times bestseller

[krynutsreal]

yipee another request done, this time for @princeasimdiya12 !!

they had asked for some talentswap ishimondo and I asked for some suggestions of what they wanted:

I only did a few of em since some I couldn't really think of designs for mechanic mon and aiikido master ishi aughefjejt but either way I hope you enjoy!

this post is gonna be long bc of the doodles and also just me rambling abt em 👍

starting off with prince! Ishi and soldier! Mondo :]

im gonna be honest it was somewhat difficult to come up with a decent design for mondo bc I feel like it'd be a bit ridiculous to make it those like cameo soldier type of things that first show up when u google soldier aughddjtkdnt

But it was fun to draw them either way! Mondo would probably have shorter hair if the man bun was down but he keeps it up so that it doesn't get in the way of his face (duh)

As for ishi my only thoughts for him are that he's a prince who wants to make his family name and kingdom better because of his old tyrannical grandfather who used to be king or sumn.

I don't think either of their personalities would change too much, mainly their backstories ofc due to the change of ultimates.

Onto the next talentswap!

Idol!Mondo and Assassin! Kiyotaka :)

OOK SO FOR THESE I LITEKTJJDF I rlly like how Mondo turned out and I had more difficulty with taka since looking up references were wonky this time.

Ik these look very simple but trust me it took so long trying to not smudge everything even more SO 😭

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for mondo I believe that when he actually preforms it's more of that outfit but obviously with more details to it (I would have added them if I could but I didn't want to make it more messy). Like he'd probably have some form of the Diamonds logo maybe on the back and some gold designs on the cuffs of his outfits and such!! Maybe his preforming outfit is like the version of his coat where it's white with gold like in his original design yk? In a similar way that Sayaka wants to not give up all that she's worked for to be an idol I feel like Mondo would be that way too. I'd say more but it's this post is already long enough as is jakfjdjf

For ishi I wasn't sure on whether to go in the way where he pretends to have a different talent in hopes to cover his actual talent? Like how they did with Maki, but I just decided to draw him in what he would wear when actually killing someone, the cape to cover himself and the black mask to keep his face unrecognizable ofc. Ironically though I think people would state that even with his mask and hood on the most recognizable thing abt him is his eyes since they're red. On the job he probably tries to keep quiet to make himself unsuspecting but when talking to classmates or outside of it he's probably still just as loud as he is canonically lol

ok that's all, I'll probably draw more of em and draw some ideas out bc clearly I cannot organize my thoughts properly

#MY BAD FOR RAMBLING SO MUCH THESE WERE JUST TOO INTERESTING TO NOT THINK ABOUT UQYHAHR #theres definitely more intricate designs i could've gone with but this is definitely not my strong suit #I'll have to practice more on that #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #mondo oowada #ishimaru kiyotaka #ishimondo #talentswap #kry k(art)

[just1gnome]

some questions for your dsmp su au!

Do you have any ideas for possible fusions, what they would look like, what gems, etc? I would be happy to make some concepts if you do (if you don't want me too thats fine also!!)

What weapons would the gems have? I have a few ideas if you need them!

i got REALLY carried away so im puttin all that under the cut

im thinking a lot of thoughts sporadically rn but OBVIOUSLY the iconic duos fuse at least once, ie clingy duo, emerald duo, (wildcard but) foolish and eret probably fused back in the day in their shared backstory to commit the Atrocities

em duo and happy duo tend to casually fuse pretty often(when the Horrors arent happening) and i think it would be CRIMINAL not to make em duo watermelon tourmaline. for happy duo tho, i was thinking black opal with primarily blue accents for their fusion, but then i remembered that i made bad a black opal with primarily red accents so i cant do that

clingy duo's easy answer would be bloodstone. so im gonna go with that one, and they usually fuse to punch things good. bee duo on the other hand, i dont think they fuse ever. its just not something they do

the schlatt/quackity fusion would be so fun to play around with theyre so awful for each other and i eat it up(the fiances have also fused and it was much better)

OHH i think maybe MAYBE in the butcher army arc when they go to techno's house, quackity makes them all fuse to fight him (he kicks their ASS) and that sorta put ranboo off fusing in a sorta "hmmm no thank you" kinda way

going back to tommy for a sec, i think MOST of his fusions are for power. like if they need to get the upper hand in a battle he'll ask to fuse but its not a common thing for him. schlatt/dream also do that but like in an asshole kinda way

i think wilbur also doesnt fuse. like an extension of his early l'manburg ideals but more personal "youre free to fuse but its not my cup of tea"

doomsday trio fused once but phil wasnt a big fan of it

this is NOT fusion related but i keep thinking about it SGFHFSDJ that one phil stream where kristin was walking around as him and got day drunk(i think about it often) i think that was her sorta 'white diamond'ing him, temporarily taking control of his body from a remote location to experience everyday gem life(ofc this was voluntary unlike white diamond's)

now WEAPONS

techno has the classic rose shield but thats about it for Gem Specific weapons, he has his sword, but he forged that himself, and of course, later down the line ranboo gifts him his axe which he ALSO made himself and everybody is shocked by this

phil has a scythe and it CAN shatter(angel of death teehee)

tommy, tubbo, ranboo, wilbur and probably a few others dont have traditional weapons. for the most part they have lights or gem powers, but no weapons as theyre not built for combat theyre built for other things!(the sword phil stabbed wilbur with was a rejuvenator that wilbur owned, but that also was not his 'Gem Weapon'. he also never used it ever and that certainly has implications)

ive been writing this for like 30 minutes thats all i got rn BUT i love a bit a' bantah and i would love to hear your ideas! if they are yummy enough i might use them perhaps no promises <333

#gnome's rock au #gnomisms #dsmp #dsmp au #dream smp #im not taggin all 'at

[grahamcarmen]

Hey I've been writing this short story, so I'm asking for some help on this particular on the part where Graham finds Black Sheep singing a love song that she made for him (for context she had just left vile Academy and had just entered the Academy for future Heroes however black sheep decided to take a side course in music that was specify found her love for singing so doing her lunch break silly against a tree singing this is when the vowel operatives showed up and and altopo were confused to see black sheep to say the least but they decided to not tell Graham on reddit the diamond they were stealing was going to be the centerpiece of her show that night while the shows we're going on the operatives try to see the diamond but realized it happen moved there information was only useful for half a day they realized that the diamond would be shown again during the song I can feel your love however except for faculty and mime bomb no one knew black sheep is carmen sandiego so when they were trying to steal the diamond it was Grahamstown to do the job however the others joined him but they were knocked out soon by security so when Graham tried to steal the heart-shaped gem he realised it was a necklace not a diamond so it was way less worth than before but then he saw that the diamond was being moved to the stage for the next show so they decided to steal her disturbing the show however while the artist was I still diamond grave was blown away when he saw black sheep aka Carmen in a beautiful dress as she was singing on stage Graham was starting to blush uncontrollably but he got the second gemstone what would graham's actual reaction be to this

Oh this is such a fun short story idea!

Uhh he has the diamond and was surprised by carmen?

And im guessing then he doesn't know that the song is for or about him ? ( yet?)

IMO

Try to Stuff the diamond away first [with some glances to where she is along the way like. Her??? Here??] Even if taken aback he tries to be mission minded unless he has the time/excuse to indulge his personal reactions.

. Give into curiosity for her maybe 👀?

Because mark me. He isn't gonna be indifferent to finding her there

And stay for the song without approaching her (he doesn't really have orders concerning her specific so :p he can linger here)

And he knows zilch? Does that mean the last time was the plane->desert...ohh. gray "still doesn't know" emotions exist still?

I'm not too sure if you want to let him get that far tho (away with the diamond) but there is wiggle room. For . He thinks its in the bag so he doesn't see the harm in staying to stew a little in any feelings you want him to be feeling towards her , instead of single mindedly run. Like he puts it in his pocket/duffel bag and just .

Hmm [thinking thoughts]

And its up to you if his curiosity wins and he asks her whatwhat or he just goes well cool she made it ! (But lbr he's still going ??? Especially if he has someone on comms) or they end up interacting Naturally via the situation because never on sandiegos watch! Will the bad!thievery be stood or...something else. Like does she see him? 👀what happens??

Him being taken off guard and starting to wonder is A tho, like ahhh him seeing her like that XD really wish ♡

This is all just my opinion/ where I wandered so like ☆.☆ where u decide is his strongest motivation.

#asks #bro what WOULD he do #like he canonically worries about her fate #plus ! he thinks shes pretty #plus! he actually is curious...concerning her #like very curious on what emotions u lean towards expanding in him #sorry so late #hope you have fun writing :D

[cerealmonster15]

Hi Cereal!! For the ask game, maybe 41, 42, and 43? :]

hi sand!!!!

41-Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

pours one out for donut rvb he was my fave to write about for so long... most of my early fics were about him before i Didnt Write For A While lol. i also loved writing tango omgcp... whether or not they were accurate is another story sdfjlkfes... and then my brain fell asleep for a while

in my CURRENT ERA of fic writing. well. 🤔 lol it kinda goes hand in hand with my doodles actually lol my fave characters to both doodle and write are twst boys... cater diamond + jamil/azul <- those two are a SET. caters fun and i Love Him, but also writing jamil and azul like, it's DIFFICULT bc theyre very smart and complex characters [everyone in twst is complex and it's intimidating to write LOL] BUT in my silly ha ha nonserious [usually] realm of things, they are VERY fun to write together for bouncing off Funnies... they make me literally audibly laugh in the actual game and i try to harness that energy a lot of the time when i write for them. but they have a lot of potential for jokes, and genuine soft sweetness, but also some angst? like theres a lotta ways to go with them and it's fun exploring them TOGETHER!!!!!!!

Same with cater ive just had jami/azu on the brain for like a day

also writing normal was fun, ive only done it once but in terms of doodles he fits the blorbo slot that donut/tango/cater have for the dndads realm, so i could see him being my fave to write for if i get more dndads fic inspiration in the future!

^ questions that literally require like one word to answer and i gave multiple paragraphs LOL SORRY

42-What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

ough. i dont like most of my titles LOL JSKLFJDS they are always SO last minute and the part i think the least about. i think i'd go with "The Comfort of Familiarity" [twst, jami/azu] or "New Memories in Good Company" [twst, riddle&cater friendship fic]. those are also i think some of my fave fics ive written in general so maybe thats why i also have titles i like more than others LOL

43-Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

OOH. thats a good one hmmmmmmMMmmmm. ok so two sides of the spectrum here - on one hand i LOVE LOVE FOREVER LOVE my usual silly cute fluffy goofs. i love those. i wish to keep writing those forever. HOWEVER. i also sometimes get embarrassed about being Too Cliche so maybe sometimes i feel like im holding myself from doing More Of That Full Blast kfldsjfel i dont have a specific rn bc my brain is static but. sometimes i want MORE corny cheesiness.

BUT ALSO. that doesnt really answer the question jkslfj AND on the other hand i do think i also want to like... sometimes i want to try writing more charged serious drama w/some angst? nothing too crazy serious and heavy bc still At My Core im a goofy lil guy who likes to feel good and i wanna make people feel good. but like that lovesong [dndads] fic idea i talked about a while ago... that one would be a bit more 'serious' in tone and a lil more steamy [but in more of like a fade-to-black way jsklfd im still not into writing explicit things] themed thing. it would be very different than what im used to which is why im SCARED to try lol. im afraid i wont pull it off and will look silly for trying >.>!!!!!

but one of my more recent [twst] fics was a lil more serious in tone so i am trying to branch out a little!! it still had a mix of some goofs and was overall a comfort fic at the end of things so im like, easing my way into different things klsfjfls

OK SORRY I TALK FOREVER THANK U SAND!!!

[fic asks!]

#asks #abeinginsand #i appreciate all the questions getting my mind off everything 2day lol

[anony-mouse-writer]

Down With The King!

I will be watching everyone’s povs for this cuz why not. spoilers for the king’s vault on hermitcraft season 9

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- the king issued a challenge to the server. if they managed to beat his impossible vault, he would return the diamonds and resign as king. if they failed, he would be king of the server forever more

- ren: welcome to the vault!

everyone else: booo

ren + co, who have spent a week doing massive grind making this vault: wow such enthusiasm

everyone else: woo

- everyone takes off all their gear. this does mean dwarfpulse is beardless the whole time, which is cursed

- the knights of the square table all watch from little tinted glass tunnels the whole time its fantastic

room one was cub’s parkour and a mob fight. everyone fails the double slime jump

- jevin (dare sticked to be useless) pulls a midnight black cats but the hoglins were all weirdly passive so its fine

- a brief aside with bdubs versus about half the server in pvp

- after bdubs was skain, joe, in chat is all ‘oh no, cleo we better prepare for trouble’ and im so so sad no one made a team rocket joke back

room two was cleo’s explosive game of red light green light.

- doc and etho just fucking cheat at the end and no one stops them

- cleo threw a lever just for fun and jevin got in a huff ‘fine you wanna cheat? we can cheat!’ and then immediately dies and ends up at fucking spawn

- redstone door fails and joe manually has to set it off. this feels right somehow.

- another aside with a worse-for-wear bdubs vs half the server pvp part 2. he’s got a black eye and a missing tooth

room three is scar’s pay to win parkour

- grian, having 3rd life flashbacks: scar put your shirt on

- for a bunch of people bitching sbout being broke they sure are quick to pay to win loll

room four grian: ready for top ten anime betrayals?

- everyone choosing to just skip grian’s room while he tries to convince them that its a bad idea by explaining his fae-ass logic

- grian is so sad that no one trusts him

- everyone goes to fight the king and gets fucking wrecked in a kill box, its incredible

- grian got like half the room out on the first two questions lolll

- ‘if its not lit up, its not scar safe’

- grian: ren had no supervision over my loot table >:)

the final fight was against the knights of the round table in increasingly powerful armor lol

- my first thought was cub was in netherite, but no it was enchanted leather lol. i wonder if it was as good as zed’s

- joe didnt even know he was gonna fight loll

- bdubs was in full diamond fighting a small army in full diamond and this ended exactly as well as you’d expect

- rip doc monster who i think was the only one to actually die in the one on one fights

- bdubs’s vault is may have had a puzzle, but everyone just flipped levers until it opened

results: the diamonds are missing. i saw someone say mumbo stole them and yeah. ill incorporate that into my world view.

- they reskinned snowballs into tomatoes to throw at ren in his cage and im cackling

- everyone: booo hiss

ren: :(

everyone: uhh. sorry

- team effort to take down the afk banner my beloved

- grian asks to take the crastle loll

miscellaneous:

- i was wondering where all the cursed ren heads came from and apparently joe killed him a bunch (source: gem 19)

- soup group’s training montage my beloved. impulse’s mcc audition tape?

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft spoilers #hc9 #i adore this so much #i cant even express that properly #mcyt #op

[daandyli0n]

IM HERE IM ASKING ABOUT UR DSMP AVIANS AU okay so like when u mean avians im assuming human-bird hyrbids like we see with grian and phil and sometimes tommy and quackity but what kinds of birds r everyone?? does everything in canon still apply the same way or are some things altered to better fit their new bird characteristics???? And do u have any new, altered design ideas that you'd like to show or describe? ???? :DDDD

yep! bird-human hybrids!

i haven't got ideas for all of the dsmp characters yet, but here are the ideas i have so far:

Non-Avians:

slime (he's still a slime, he just shapeshifted some wings on himself to blend in and look more normal (since most of the server's members are avians of some kind))

techno (he's a totally normal immortal human who's just. kinda Here)

antfrost (still Cat)

those aren't the only non-avians, but they're the only ones i have ideas for atm

The Members (Who Are Avians) That I Have Ideas For:

tommy- Mourning Dove (listen. the Symbolism. mourning doves aren't Just symbols of sorrow and grief (which...yeah), but also for peace, love and faith (religious c!tommy hcs, anyone-))

tubbo- Eurasian Golden Oriole (this one is purely for the Vibes)

ranboo- Black-and-White Warbler (again, Also The Vibes)

wilbur- European Starling (partially for The Vibes, but also cause I just think it'd look nice (also, I know according to lore that c!wil is apparently from utah, so him being a European Bird would make no sense lore-wise, but shhh-))

sally (because yes, she's here as well)- Osprey (water bird, they live near water (like the ocean), and i hc sally to be a pirate)

dream- Loggerhead Shrike (my thought process behind trying to find a bird for this guy was basically 'what sort of f**ked up bird would fit with this guy?' then i remembered shrikes. y'know, those birds that impale their prey on spikes? that are also SONGBIRDS? look, the vibes fit Way Too Well for me. also, i discovered that loggerhead shrikes can be found in florida! :] also, a fun fact! shrikes are actually Also hunt other birds :) take that how you will)

punz- Peregrine Falcon (every time i try to think of a bird for this guy, my brain keeps screeching 'F A L C O N')

phil- Crow, but the wings still have those diamond shape things that are on his cape (i think this one's a bit obvious)

fundy- Raven (look, hes both descended from The Angel of Death and has prophetic dreams. it fits for me)

eret- Lilac-Breasted Roller (Very Colorful. eret deserves to have a very colorful bird. seriously, look them up, they are The Rainbow As A Bird-)

purpled- Violet-Backed Starling (...guess)

hannah- Rosefinch, Specifically one of those Very Pink Rosefinches (...pink, also is literally called a ROSEfinch-)

niki- House Sparrow (i looked up german birds and house sparrows came up. look, i'm trying-)

sam- California Condor (okay, so! i looked up vulture symbolism, right? well, along with death and all that, vultures are also symbols for seriousness, protection, intelligence, and resourcefulness. plus, these guys are Big, and isn't c!sam canonically like, over 7 feet tall?)

quackity- Mallard Duck (look. Duck)

jack- Robin (Vibes)

foolish- Golden Eagle (big bird, and also...y'know..Golden. Eagle. just. the pun (cause his character is like a totem. which looks like it's made out of gold. look this one was partially cause my brain thought it'd be funny))

that's all i can really of for characters atm. but now!! facts!! about the au!!

so! life stages for avians!

-Hatchling: basically from birth to 5 years old. wings have little-to-no feathers

-Fledgling: 6-8 years old. wings have Down Feathers. fluffy :]

-Featherling: 9-13 years. at this point, the actual feathers start coming in! featherlings now have the ability to slow their falling and glide! no flying yet though :(

-Flightlings: 14-Adulthood. they start learning to actually fly now! at the beginning of the smp, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, and purpled fit this description!

so yeah, as you said, certain plot points have changed due to most people being, y'know, Part Bird. basically, people can actually fly around now! birb instincts!! CHIRPING AND OTHER NOISES!!

sally is here because Yes. she drags wilbur off to therapy post-nov. 16th. she is 110% done with both dream and punz's bs at this point. she just wants to protect her flock, man >:/

wing clipping is. unfortunately still a thing. i mean, from what i've looked up, wing clipping isn't exactly Permanent-Permanent. like, the feathers will eventually molt out and new feathers will grow in. it's only be really permanent if someone were to keep doing it, y'know. every time the feathers come back. so...there's that! still doesn't mean it's absolutely horrible for avians though

dream has clipped the wings of at least three server members. you can probably guess who at least One of those people are and what arc it was during

fun fact! while it's still pretty bad for a non-avian to clip the wings of an avian, it's Still not seen as being as bad as when an Avian clips Another Avian's wings. because. y'know. that's actually viewed as being Incredibly F**ked Up! on Several Levels!

y'know what? if you want, i'll make another post specifically about Exile and the Avian Au Specific F**ked Up S**t that happened there

so...i've heard of like this 'death spiral' eagles do when they mate. however, my brain came up with an interesting idea for that in this au! what if was more of a...fighting move? like, one avian grabs onto the hands of another avian and just starts trying to get them both to spiral to the ground? you know, as a way of killing each other? basically, they spiral until one is finally on the bottom. obviously, the one who hits the ground first dies.

...so, fun fact based off the above point! sally actually did that with punz in this au post-final control room! basically as a 'f**k you for killing my flock'

...well, she didn't exactly win that one. but the point is that she tried and was angry enough to do that

tommy Really Really does Not like people touching or being around his wings. At all. if he lets you be around his wings-or even lets you Preen them-then that's him showing a major sign of trust on his end.

that's all i've really got for now! but yeah, i've put a lot of thought into this!! i'm proud of myself for this!!

#dsmp au #dsmp avians au

[melusinealarice]

The lucky one

Chapter 2: dress up

Chapter one here

Warnings, cursing, hunger hames, death, ❤️‍🔥🩷

“I VOLUNTEER!”

The words leave your lips before you can stop them, you try and keep your composure, to make it look like you’re volunteering for the honor of it. That was the plan you made with your sister incase she was ever reaped. She falls back in line. “Ok another volunteer, wonderful wonderful!” Sadie chirps, “come on up,” you walk to the stage, trying to keep a straight face, to ignore all your emotions, look strong. You had to get in with the carriers.

“And what is your name darling?” Sadie steps aside so you can reach the mic, “Meredith, Yang.” You say, you try to sound as calm and cool as possible, your hands clenched at your sides to keep from shaking. She looks from you to your brother. “So you two are..” “twins. She’s my twin.” Chris finnishes, the betrayal clear in his voice. “So uhm, why would you volunteer, if your brother already did?” She looks between the two of you, a fake smirk on your face. “Well, i couldn’t let him have all the fun and glory now could I?” You say, letting out a laugh at the last part. You look over at him to sew him staring at you. You look away, you cant keep eye contact with him and keep your facade. “Alright then” Sadie says, a look of confusion on her face aa she used all 2 braincells to figure out the puzzle. I step up to my brother to shake his hand. “Our male and female tributes from district 2, Chris and Meredith Yang, the volunteer twins!” She says the shock clear in her voice and on her face. You almost feel proud, capitol people rarely show any emotion on their face, you must really have rattled her.

The two of you are put in separate rooms so that your family may come say their goodbyes. Neither your mother nor father show up as expected. A minute ticks by before the door opens and a peacekeeper brings your sister. “Alexa! Oh god.” You say taking her into your arms. Both of you have done a great job of keeping a straight face, but now you both begin crying. “You did good, you looked strong.” She says pulling away. “You can win this, promise me you’ll win.” She says, determination in her eyes, but underneath you could see the worry. “what about Chris?” You ask, but you know the answer. “Promise me you’ll win.” She repeats. “Okay, okay, i promise.” You say, not because you believe it, but because she needs to hear it, she needs to keep hope. “Promise me you wont starve while Im gone.” Say say pulling her back into a hug. You had no friends, and you weren’t sure Chris’s friends would take care of her. “I promise, im more resourceful than you think.” She says. “Time to go.” The peacekeeper barges in. “Its gonna be okay, i love you,” you say holding her tighter as if it would help. “I love you Mer, you will win, I KNOW IT!” She half says half shouts as the peacekeeper pulls her out.

You walk out with Chris as Sadie escorts you both to the train. She’s talking but you just tune her out. As the door to the train slides open your met with a cool breeze, a nice contrast to the hot summer. Wearing black was an awful idea. You step inside onto sliver floors, the inside of the car is silver with red carpets. The furniture is all wood, the seats are red velvet, the same shade as the carpet. There is a chandelier in the middle of the room that looks like it was made if diamonds. There is more food in this one room than you’ve seen in your whole life. The tables all have some sort of treat on them, you’d think it would all be cold but by some miracle when you go to grab a piece of bread, it warm and soft, as if it had just left the oven. You turn in a slow circle taking it all in. “Woah.” Chris says walking up behind you. You open your mouth the answer but your interrupted by your escort coming in behind you both. “I know! Isn’t it wonderful! All for you, i bet neither of you have seen something like this!” She chirps, god capitol people have no filter. You choose a chair by the window in front of a small coffee table. In the middle is a tray piled high with pastries. Your brother sits beside you. You turn away, not ready to face the reality of it all. Sadie busies herself making tea.

Five minutes go by and the train has started to move, you only noticed when you looked out the window and saw the landscape passing in a blur. You didnt even feel it take off. Your brother begins stuffing his face with all the pastries on the tray, but you have no appetite. Once your escort finishes making her tea she turns back to face you two. She looks almost disgusted by your brother who just continues to stuff food into his mouth. She sits down on the couch in front of you both, a look of expectance on her face. She clears her throat. “So uhm, you two are.. twins, both volunteers.” She says staring, a puzzled look on her face, she clearly expects an explanation. “Yes.” You say, ignoring her glare. “Why?” She asks seemingly exasperated, she is tiered of working to fit the pieces together. You look to your brother. “Well-” he starts but is cut off by the door opening. The victors walk in. First Enobaria, followed by Brutus and.. Clove. Her straight brown hair that stops just below her shoulders suits her well, its shinny and looks soft. Since you two last interacted you’ve grown talker, you used to be the same hight but now she is 5’1 while you are 5’7. You lock eyes with her, her brown eyes, with little golden flecks in them, they are complimented by her rosy skin and pink lips. She has freckles around her nose and cheeks. She still looks as tough as nails, even in her blue dress and gold heels. You didn’t realize how much you missed being friends with her. There was so much you wanted to say, to tell her. You can’t get over how pre- “Mer?” You snap back to reality. You turn to see everyone staring at you. The two victors have sat on the couch on either side of Sadie, Clove stays standing. You look around, “what?” You ask in confusion. “Enoba-” Chris starts but is cut off. “Your strategy?” Enobaria asks. “Id like to know that as-well Mer, you know only one of us comes out right? What the hell were you thinking, volunteering after me?” Chris says the accusation clear in his tone. “What was I thinking? WHAT WAS I THINKING? REALLY? I WAS THINKING OF OUR SISTER, ALEXA, OR DID YOU FORGET ABOUT HER? I KNOW ONLY ONE OF US COMES OUT OF THIS? DO YOU?! I DIDNT HAVE A CHOICE. YOU VOLUNTEERED FOR WHAT? FUN? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!”You scream back, you expect him to be ashamed or hurt, but instead he yells back.” “I WAS THINKING OF ALL OF US MER! YOU, MOM, DAD, ALEXA! ALL OF US, IF I WIN WE COULD HAVE A BETTER LIFE! THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING!” “YOU CAN’T WIN CHRIS! Don’t you get that?” You scream before you can stop yourself, you immediately regret what you said, his face falls. “Wow- you really think that little of me?” He says, bitterness and betrayal in his voice. “I-” you start but he cuts you off, “Oh but your so great, and you have such a better chance at winning.” He says mocking you. “I certainly have a better chance than Alexa, she has no chance! And I do in-fact have a better chance than you, and-” you say but are cut off by Brutus. “ENOUGH, you two are squabbling like sib- well, the point is there is no time for this.” He says, glaring at you.

“Look, im not stupid, or cold, or blood thirsty. Alexa the girl I volunteered for, she’s my half-sister. The plan in case she ever was reaped was for me to volunteer as a carrier.” You tell them. “Ohh that makes so much more sense dear, why didn’t you just say that!” Sadie beams, looking so proud of herself, as if she just solved an equation. We all glare at her, “anyways, what are your skills? Because you have an image, cold, smart and bloodthirsty, but you need to back it up.” Enobaria says staring at you. Now was your time to prove yourself. “Im good with a knife, I don’t miss.” You grab a knife off the table, looking around for a marker. You see a poster of president Snow on the wall across the room. You aim for his eye. You throw. Bullseye. Sadie gasps, offended. You ignore her, “im better at long range combat, Im fast and sneaky, Im a good climber and an okay swimmer. I have a photographic memory. I know every plant like the back of my hand. Im good with a dagger in short range, im not very strong, but I know every nerve to hit and every artery to sever.” You finish, looking at Enobaria for approval. “Ok, well you have the skills, and the look, and the image. All you need to do, is show off your skills in training, get into the carrier pack and keep up your acting. And if it’s anything like your performance at the reaping you’ll do fine.” She says, you exhale a breath you didnt know you were holding in. You look at Brutus, he is looking at Chris. “What about you?” He says to your brother, completely ignoring you. Your brother is taller than you, he’s about 6 feet, he’s muscular and broad. Enobaria gives you what’s suposed to be an apologetic smile, but with her shark teeth looks menacing. “Well im good with a spear and…” he starts talking but you just tune him out, looking to Clove who has taken a seat on the other side of the train. She is looking at you, her expression unreadable. Eventually she turns away, staring out into space. You turn to the window, just ignoring the rest of the world.

When you pull into the capitol station there are so many people there, all looking ridiculous. You step out onto a plat form before being taken to the entrance of the tribute center, a tall round building. You walk in, ignoring the flocks of people around cheering. Sadie takes you all into an elevator where she presses the S button, the elevator starts to descend underground. You assume it’s taking you to meet your prep teams. The elevator opens, there are people swarming around, all dressed like colorful birds, really ugly colorful birds. Two people walk up to the Elevator when you and Chris step out. Sadie and the other victors stay in the elevator and the doors close. You assume they are going up to their floor. You look at the people in-front of you. One a man with bright pink hair in a heart shape, his face is painted white and his eyes are pink, as is his eyeshadow, his fake eyelashes are so long they touch where is eyebrows should be. Drawn over his lips is a bright pink heart. He is dressed in all white with pink shoes. He looks almost like a clown. The other person is a woman, she has black short hair done up in spikes. She has green eyes that almost look synthetic against her black eyeshadow and lipstick. She is covered in piercings and tattoos. She wears a leather jacket and black pants with chains hanging off every inch of her. She looks like a prisoner. Side by side the sight of them almost makes you laugh. “Come on now, dont just stand there.” The clown man says in a higher voice than you could ever manage. He grabs your brother and takes him to a table before closing a curtain. The woman doesn’t say anything but motions for you to follow her. Your taken to a place and she closes the curtain behind her. Two other women walk in, they are identical in face and clothes and hair, except different colors. One has blue hair down to her back. She is wearing a dark blue dress that looks uncomfortable, he glasses blue and white polka dotted. The other, has red hair, but not a natural shade of red, she is wearing the same dress but in red with the same glasses but the polka dots are red and black. “Hello, Im Sapphire!” The red one says, “And Im Ruby!” Says the blue one. Ironic, “lets get to work.” Says the girl who brought you here. She snaps and they start removing your clothes. Before you know it your naked as they circle around you before instructing you to lie down on the cot.

You try to ignore them but everything they do hurts. They start by rinsing you down in almost burning hot water. They the spread something hot and sticky all over your body. It hardens quick and you are incased in a hard substance. They start peeling it off, and with it comes all your hair, and your pretty sure its also taking a layer of your skin. They rinse you down again, this time taking a soap and scrubbing you more raw than you already were. When they finish that they spread a cream that burns at first but quickly soothes your skin. While ruby starts picking at your nails, sapphire starts working on your toes. The other woman starts to wash your hair. The first thing they’ve done that actually feels pleasant. When they are done with your nails and hair they move on to your face. Ruby plucking at your eyebrows while Sapphire goes to work in your teeth. The other woman inspects their work on the rest of you. Then she begins working on your hair again. She starts to dry it while combing through it. When the other two are done grooming your face, and your hair is dry they have you stand up as they flock around you again, this time admiring their work. You feel bare. “Alright, i’ll take you to your stylist, Tigress, Im sure you’ve heard of her. She’s taken quite a liking to you, said she liked your cattiness.” The woman in black says, she leads you to a room and send you in. She turns to leave but you stop her. “Wait!” She turns, “what’s your name?” You ask, unsure why you want to know. “Obsidian.” She says before closing the door behind her.

Only a few minutes pass before your stylist walks in. She has tattooed stripes all over her body, and has has other cosmetic surgery to make her look like a cat. Its.. you fail to find the words. “Hello,” she purrs. “Im tigress, your stylist, stand up for me.” She says, despite her frightening look, her voice is soothing and sweet. She towers over you. Having to bend down just to be eye level. She circles you, and you notice she has a tail, like an actual tail that moves. And her nails resemble claws. You feel vulnerable. “Okay, the style this year is all ball gowns. Im thinking black, a nice contrast to your pale skin. Your hair, we can leave it down and curl it or we can give you a loose side braid, what do you think?” She asks looking to you. She’s actually giving you a choice instead of an order. A small one yes, but it makes you not feel distain towards her. “Well I’ve never had my hair braided.” You say, she smiles “okay then.” She says. “Im thinking black and silver makeup, what do you think?” Another question. You think you actually like her. Well or at least tolerate her. She seems to actually care about your opinion. “Yes, i like that.” You say, and you mean it. “Alright, how are you feeling? Sadie filled me in on the full story, for what it’s worth, i think you’re very brave, and kind.” She says, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Im.. alright, mostly just shocked, it doesn’t feel real.” You say, and you realize, not one time since you got reaped has anyone asked how you felt. You’ve decided, you like tigress.

You’re taken to another room where your dress is brought out, your prep team helps you into it under tigress’s instructions. Then while ruby begins on your makeup, sapphire starts braiding your hair. Obsidian goes over and talks with tigress. Tigress leaves the room, and obsidian begins instructing the other two on what to do.

Eventually they finish and tigress comes back with black heel boots. She puts them on you, and leads all of you out to wear the tribute parade will begin.

You walk out into a hallway where there is another elevator. The inside of the elevator is a mirror and you stare at yourself. The outfit is actually comfortable and you look, pretty. The silver and black making a wonderful contrast. The elevator opens and tigress walks out onto cement towards the horses and carriages. Your prep team stays in the elevator and the doors close. You have to walk fast to catch up to tigress’ long strides. You make it to where your brother is standing beside the carriage. Your horses are beautiful black stallions. Your brother is dressed in a silver and black armored suit. You look around, everyone is in either a dress or suit of their district’s colors. Tigress presses a button on your dress and on your brother’s suit. Immediately the dress looks metallic, switching from black to silver to copper depending on the angle, your brother’s suit does the same. It looks incredible to say the least. Tigress is so talk she towers over your brother. “Ok, the capitol is already invested in your story Meredith, play it out. No waving, no smiling, look like a stone cold bitch.” Enobaria says, herding you both into the carriage. “Wont be hard for her.” Your brother says bluntly, but you ignore him. The anthem begins and the first carriage starts out. On cue your horses begin prancing out. The crowd is screaming, screaming your name, all around you, people are throwing black roses, you catch one and put it in your hair, looking in that direction you give a slight head nod. They love it. They love you.

The ride seems endless, eventually you get to the end of the path and make a circle. The crowd is screaming until president Snow steps up and with a wave of his hand, silences the crowd. God, you want to throw a knife into his real eye. He starts his speech but you tune him out. When it’s done the horses pull out into a side branch you didn’t see before. They slow to a stop and your mentors and stylist are there to greet you.

Thats the end of this chapter, this is gonna be a long series, at least one more chapter till we go into the arena, and we are going all the way to the quarter quell and the revolution. I will make other posts in between chapters, eventual romance and smut. Slow burn ig?

#slow burn #the hunger games #romance #angst #chapter 2

[kkodzvken]

suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.  

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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No Need to be Jealous

Requested by Anon: ‘Omg I recently found ur page an im in love ❤️ I was wondering if you can you do a Jealous Severus x reader angsty smut where we’re at a Malfoy party and he takes you in the garden because Lucius was flirting! I’ve had this scenario in my head and ugh it would just be amazing❤️’

AN: ugh this idea was so fun to write!! I hope you enjoy it! 💜 (p. s. Narcissa is more than infatuated with you 😏)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader, mentions of Lucius Malfoy x Reader, suggestive tones for Narcissa Malfoy x Reader

Words: 6.3k

Warnings: insecurities, slight angst, jealousy, forms of cheating, SMUT, NSFW, teasing, penetration, explicit language, voyeurism

Malfoy Manor, one of the nicest - darkest - estates to be at, especially when attending a party hosted by none other than Lucius Malfoy himself. Severus had told you about it and that you needed to wear something nice as well. So you did just that... and then some.

You were wearing a long, black, velvety evening gown that draped to the floor. Your sleeves started at your fingertips, with attached gloves covering your hands, and went all the way up your arms, keeping you more than warm. The top of the sleeves sat square on your shoulders as they hugged you, while the cut that went down to your breasts outlined your cleavage, teasing anyone who looked. The material around your body was tight as it cinched your waist, leaving you almost breathless, but there was a layer that hung over the skirt and left it open while it showed off your smooth thigh.

Your hair was kept down and neat, but behind your ears enough to show off your diamond earrings. You were looking at yourself in the full body mirror and smiling at your appearance. ‘Perfect’, you thought. You happened to glance up at the wall and stared at the clock, you were going to be late.

“Hurry up, Severus!” You called out to him. You heard him walk out of the bathroom and turned to face him, mouth dropping open when you saw how he looked.

His alabaster skin was bare of any facial hair thanks to him shaving, and it made him look his true age. His usually greasy hair was now washed and silky as it fell just above his shoulders.

Your eyes traveled down to his attire and you bit your lip. He had on a matching black, velvety frock coat that went to his calves. The sleeves were covered in a damasked pattern, his cuffs were sharp and mirrored his notched lapels. The buttons on his coat were engraved with his initials, fastened tightly across his chest. His pants were long and crisp and they ran a little over his shiny dress shoes.

“Wow.” You both breathed out after examining the other. “You look amazing.” You spoke at the same time again, this time laughing.

“As much as I love your usually sophisticated attire, you look absolutely enchanting.” You purred, walking over to run your hands up and down his arms.

He smiled at you, “You’re stunning as well, my love.” He leaned in to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your waist when you deepened the kiss. He pulled you even closer and tangled his hand in your hair.

“Mm-” you pulled back from him. “We’re going to be late.”

He kissed the column of your neck, attaching his lips and sucking. “Why don’t we just skip the party and have one of our own?”

“We can’t,” he bit you and made you whine. “You already accepted his offer. In person, might I add.”

“The man nearly ambushed me, I had no room to decline.” He argued as he leaned back to stare at you.

You shrugged, that’d never stopped him before, “You could’ve said no, it’s not like we haven’t skipped out on these plenty of times in the past.”

“Why would I pass up the opportunity to have such a beautiful woman like you, on my arm, showing you off to every man there?”

You deadpanned. “So you’re using me as a trophy?”

“A rather beautiful trophy.” He laughed at your glare. “Come on, I’d hate to be late to a party where I have to socialize and act as if I want to be there with the lot of pompous idiots.” He reached for your hand, preparing to apparate.

“It almost sounds like sarcasm.” You giggled when he rolled his eyes and grabbed his hand.

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Severus had come to regret attending this party the longer you two stayed.

Men - and a few women - were coming to speak with you from places in the house that he hadn’t even seen. They had somehow whisked you away from him a while ago and now he couldn’t seem to break through the small crowd as he looked at you. It irritated him how this happened at nearly every social event you two went to.

You were beautiful and young. You came from a long line of generational wealth and were beyond affluent, more than Severus could fathom sometimes. Your beauty was immeasurable and your mind was sometimes too much to keep up with even for him. To add on to it, you were highly sociable, opposite of him, and people usually clung to you really well. Of course, being too kind for your own good at times, you never interrupted their speaking when you were ready to quit talking or leave.

Like right now, almost half of the guest there were overstepping their boundaries and standing exceptionally close to you. He was going to come swooping in and help you get away from them but Narcissa had walked up to you, the people parting the way for her.

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You kept up your facade around the small crowd. They really couldn’t take a hint and you’d thrown out plenty. All they spoke about was either money, their blood status, or what their next purchase would be, and you were bored of every topic.

Having grown up going to these kinds of things made you dull towards them. People who could speak about these topics only were people you didn’t want to surround yourself around, as if they had nothing else to talk about. They would drone on and on trying to impress you and you’d usually have to stifle an eye roll, a yawn, or both. You felt relieved when you saw Narcissa walk towards you, finally breathing when the visitors dispersed.

“Y/n.” She smiled upon reaching you.

“Narcissa, Merlin it’s so good to see you.” You returned the smile and hugged her. She hugged you back but her arms remained longer than they should’ve when you tried pulling away, making you frown at the encounter.

“Yes, it’s always a pleasure to be around you as well.” She eyed you up and down, seemingly enjoying the view. When her eyes returned to you, she blushed. “I haven’t seen Severus yet, where is he?”

Choosing to ignore her stares, “I’m sure he’s lingering around here somewhere as usual.” You looked around, not seeing him in the room full of bodies.

“Hmm. Such a shame, a woman of your stature shouldn’t be left alone.” She stepped closer to you. “Especially when you smell so... tempting.” She almost whispered, but you’d heard her.

“Does Lucius know you think so highly of me?” You queried.

She smirked and sensed your hidden enjoyment, “I don’t tell Lucius everything,” she defended. “This could be our little secret.” She looked at your lips now, not so subtly licking hers, and spoke again. “Only if you want to, of course.” With the way you two were standing, her body was obscuring anyone’s view of yours, so you were shielded behind her but also in front of her.

Now leaning forward, you slightly indulged her. Maybe you could kiss her, it wasn’t right, but just as you, she was alluring too. Something about the way her dresses always clung to her so modestly with a layer of scandal had intrigued you for a while now and you’d briefly thought about what was hiding underneath. Her hair was always so well kept and shiny and it made you want to touch the two toned tresses. Her eyes had a tendency to pierce right through you every time you both spoke and you couldn’t help but stare into them so deeply sometimes.

“You’re staring.” Narcissa interrupted your thoughts. She laughed when she saw your cheeks darken.

You cleared your throat and blinked to quell your mind, “Sorry.”

She was about to tease you, make you laugh about something, but she saw Lucius coming towards you two, “You know where to find me.” She breathed as she walked the opposite way of her husband.

“How lovely to see you here, Y/n.” He grasped your hand and kissed it in greeting, though it was rather bold.

You retracted your hand from his and rolled your eyes. “You knew I’d be here, Lucius.” You shook your head. “What exactly do you want?”

He chuckled at your forwardness, “I saw my wife speaking to you, and I couldn’t help but to come over.”

You watched his eyes too fall to your chest as he spoke except he didn’t even try to look up as quickly. “How nice of you to grace me with your ever wonderful presence.” You teased him, hoping he’d leave. “Master Malfoy.” You mocked the title his poor house elf always held when he spoke to him.

He chose to ignore that. “In truth, I was hoping she hadn’t been able to ask you for a dance before I was able to.”

You frowned at his admittance, that was unlikely. “It’s deemed inappropriate for women to dance together in that manner, Lucius; you know that.”

He nodded in agreement, though, “Yes, well, Narcissa never did shy away from certain... inapt situations before.” He countered.

“Neither have you.” You countered. “And furthermore, Severus would be getting the first, and only, dance from me tonight.” Your hand now rested on your hip.

“It doesn’t appear that Severus is near us, now does it?” He reached out to grab you but you backed away. “Why don’t you let me show you how well you can be treated when you’re with me?” He licked his pale pink lips at you and you nearly threw up in your mouth.

“Severus treats me just right, thank you.” You shot him down yet again.

He scoffed, as if what you’d just said was utter madness. “A man like Severus Snape can’t began to treat you as well as I could.” He argued offended. “He could never buy you as many jewels or expensive cloths as I could. I highly doubt he’s catering to your every want and need.”

You wanted to slap him across the face, make him feel the sharp sting of your hand as you backhanded him in front of everyone, but you chose against it. It wasn’t considered ladylike. So you decided to breathe and calm down. “A man like Severus is everything you aren’t, Malfoy.” You shot back angrily. “You compare nowhere near to Severus, and don’t ever form your lips to speak against my man like that again.”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t want me on top of you, pleasing every inch of your body.” He’d grabbed your wrist now, alarming some of the other people there. But of course, they turned back around and ignored the two of you.

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Seeing how you interacted with Narcissa would have confused him if he didn’t know you. But because he did, he knew about your small attraction towards the woman and he definitely knew that she reciprocated the feeling, far more than you actually. He wasn’t surprised. Hell the woman never did try hiding her wandering eyes or lingering stares.

Apparently, she and her husband shared the same sentiments because he never could respect you or Severus’ boundaries. He was always overstepping and had gotten in the way more than enough times to count.

Severus didn’t know why he still associated with Lucius and if asked, he couldn’t force himself to answer that question. He genuinely wouldn’t be able to tell someone why. The man was more than rude and looked down on people he thought were lesser, which was almost everyone considering he held himself on the highest pedestal possible. Severus couldn’t wait for the man to be kicked down by someone. Preferably at a time he was around so that he could be there to witness it.

Narcissa, on the other hand, had always been a pleasant woman to deal with. She knew her place and stayed there. Most of the time at least. When he’d first introduced you, the older woman had noticeably admired your appearance and didn’t shy away from eyeing you appreciatively. She had grown very fond of you and Severus made sure to remind her - on numerous occasions - that she was married. Albeit, not happily, but married nonetheless.

Having gotten trapped into a conversation with a few older men on a topic that Severus could care nothing about, he hadn’t had the time to pay attention to you across the room. But when his eyes finally landed on you, he scowled; Lucius was too close to you for his liking. He excused himself and strolled over to you, moving quickly on his feet.

By the time he was near you, he heard the comments the blonde haired man had made and he didn’t like them. He especially didn’t like how he’d grabbed you when you got in his face. “Let go of her, Malfoy.” He demanded angrily.

Lucius looked from you reluctantly, then to Severus. He let you go and plastered on a faux smile at the man. “Severus, glad you could join us.” He lied.

“I’m sure you are. We’re leaving, Y/n.” Severus grabbed your wrist, ignoring your protests.

But Lucius too had grabbed one of your wrists, “She doesn’t seem like she wants to leave to me.”

Severus looked at you and raised his eyebrows in a silent question, “I mean I didn’t want to leave in general,” you pouted at him but sighed when he glared at you. “But it’s fine, we can leave.”

“Then it’s settled.” Lucius so obviously proclaimed.

Severus sent him a deadly glare before roughly letting go of your wrist and storming towards the back entrance of the manor. Ignoring your calls while you ran after him.

Of course this was how the night had gone. Lucius never knew when to shut up and you loathed the man for that. Among other things. He’d always said things to provoke Severus and it angered you every time, especially since Severus had never done anything wrong to him.

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Now here you were, running after an angry Severus, ignoring the wild stares of everyone attending the party, and busting through the back doors to keep up with the man who seemed to nearly float away from you.

You’d taken off your heels when you reached the grass. You knew better than to run in heels on the lawn and you weren’t going to ruin your favorite pair because of it, nor did you want to risk the possibility of breaking an ankle. Although the squishy texture underneath your feet made you want to gag, you continued to catch up with him and sighed when you’d finally caught him near the gardens.

“Severus!” You panted angrily, ignoring your burning lungs. “Could you take a minute to give me a moment to breathe!”

He turned and looked at you, eyes dark as the night sky above you. He took in your appearance; your now frizzy hair, your flushed face, the way your dress was loosely sitting on your hips now. “I thought you were staying in there with Lucius.” His words sounded like he’d nearly hissed at you.

“I wanted to stay, yes, but not because of Malfoy.” You argued with him, he was so dramatic sometimes.

He scoffed at your words. He may have seen you pull away from the man, but you didn’t seem to care about him constantly advancing on you. “Sure, because being that close to him meant nothing at all, right?” He’d spat at you now, making your anger skyrocket.

He knew how much you couldn’t stand the man so you didn’t know why he was acting this way. He’d always seen you ignore Lucius as much as possible, either leaving the conversation abruptly or stopping him from speaking to you all together. You didn’t necessarily hate the man but if you could avoid him, you would. At whatever cost. And again, Severus knew this, which was why it confused you. His behavior tonight was childish and he acted as if—

Oh.

Of course.

Severus was jealous!

You chose to ignore his question now, needing an answer, “Are you jealous?”

His stare faltered at the question. He hadn’t expected you to ask that and, quite frankly, he didn’t want to answer either. “No...” he mumbled.

You looked at how his expression went from one of anger to embarrassment and watched as he dropped his gaze to his feet. You got close to him and lifted his head to look into his eyes. You saw the layer of insecurities behind them and your heart broke at his now sullen mood.

He would do this from time to time and every time he did, you’d reassure him that he was perfect. He may not have come from money, nor had he had a loving family to care for him like you had, but that didn’t matter. Neither did him not being deemed as attractive to anyone else. If anyone had asked you what you’d seen in him, you’d tell them exactly what made a man like Severus Snape him.

How his eyes would no longer hold contempt for something - or someone, but how they would glisten with excitement whenever he worked on one of his potions or further perfected something he’d been working on, something he was passionate about. Or how sometimes, if the day was rougher than usual, he’d cling to you for you to hold him, make him feel better - safer, more secure in not only himself, but with you. Maybe you’d tell them how, in the mornings, he’d pull you closer and ask to sleep in just a little longer so he could have you wrapped in his arms, engulfed by your warmth. He was perfect in your eyes, others be damned. You made sure he knew this as much as possible too.

“Oh, Sev.” You gently grabbed his hand as you dragged him deeper into the gardens, eventually finding a bench the further you two walked. You sat him down on the dark wood and perched next to him. “I don’t want anyone except you and you only. You’re the only man for me and I couldn’t imagine a world where I wasn’t with you.” You brought your hand up to hold his cheek. “There is no one better for me than you and I would never, in a million lifetimes, ask for one. You’re perfect and I love you.” You wiped away a fallen tear with your thumb.

“But Lucius—” he tried arguing with you.

But you cut him off, “Is a vile man who I would never give the time of day.” You smiled at him and pecked his lips. “Hell, his own wife doesn’t even want to be with him, that should say more than enough.” You giggled when you heard his laugh.

“Fair point.” He nodded. “So, you don’t think he’s better than me?” He shyly looked down at you, still unsure.

“Merlin, no. He’s nowhere near close to better than you.” You waved him off. You could still see the uncertainty on his face, so you decided to do something about it. Actions had always spoken louder than words anyway.

You looked around the gardens, noting how not only were they gorgeous, but they were private and the area you two were in was more than secluded from everyone. You looked left then right, being absolutely sure that no one was around, then back to your handsome boyfriend.

You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Can I show you how much you mean to me?”

He jumped from your warm breath and turned to look at you, noses nearly touching at your close proximity, and slowly nodded, not being able to speak. He heard you tell him to use his words, “Yes.” He responded.

You nodded and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling his rather large cock out. He wasn’t hard, but you knew that stroking him a couple of times would get him ready in a matter of seconds. You stretched your hand and grabbed him, squeezing tightly already. He let out a breath when you started to slowly jerk him to your liking and tilted his head back as you ran your thumb over the tip and he enjoyed the smooth material of your gloves. You sped up your actions and readied yourself to ride him. When you felt he was more than ready for you, you stood up and moved your gown out of the way, thanking the designer for creating the conveniently cut slit.

You both watched as you aligned your cunt with his cock. Soon, he was deep inside you, invading every inch of your walls. You lowered yourself and used your hands to guide him into you. Just a few inches went in to start with. You wanted more already, so much more, so you pushed yourself harder down onto his throbbing, thick cock. It was going inside you slowly little by little.

Severus grunted at the pace, “Has it been that long? You’re damned tight.” He gritted his teeth.

You nodded and paused, while waiting for your pussy to adjust as you relaxed. Carefully you used the weight of your body to steady push down onto him. It was amazing that you almost had the whole of his cock inside of you by keeping the pressure downwards. He watched and smiled as you breathed deeply and felt your muscles relax around his girth.

He whimpered and you looked down at him feeling satisfied with your quest. His eyebrows knitted together when you started to slowly rock against him. “Please.” You heard him beg you, he needed more.

“Tell me what you need, love; let me make you feel even better.” You kissed his forehead.

He thruster upward, making you moan and gasp for air, “Ride me.”

Not wasting anymore time, you pushed down some more and he sank in a little more, then some more, and then finally he was fully inside you. Your face was a study in concentration and lust. The weight of your body kept delightful pressure on his cock. You picked up your pace, quickly rocking against him now as he started to shallowly thrust into you. You were a pro on top, a champion, and Severus couldn’t get enough of you. You leaned down all the way forward and came to passionately kiss him.

Since your hands were on his shoulders, he felt safe enough to let go of you and palm your breasts. He heard your whine of need and pulled the top of your dress down, exposing your chest to him, and kissed your collarbone. He travelled his lips to your nipple, taking each in his mouth in turn. At first, he suckled with both hands on a single breast to guide the nipple to its haven of warmth. His tongue next circled round and round each nipple, then licked each one back and forth, on and on. He used his hands to continue kneading your breasts, then to pull and squeeze. Suddenly, you began to buck wildly in response to his ministrations.

“That’s right, love, just like that... fuck me.” Severus urged you on.

This spurred you to even newer heights, and all the while he had now remained still, letting you have this moment of glory on top, impaled on his swollen manhood, gliding and bucking you both to sensational heights. Now, placing his hands on your ass, he thrusted upward with his hips to begin his turn of fucking you from below.

As his strokes quickened, he started to suck and nibble each nipple in turn on each up stroke. When he tired slightly, he leaned back and you took over once again with your agile gliding. There wasn’t as much traction, but it still kept the fires burning. You arched your back, then reached behind with your left hand and felt for his cock and balls, leaning around so you were able to gather them as you tugged and pulled.

“Mmm, I love your cock so much, so full for me.” You purred in his ear, as you felt him tense up. “Fill me, Severus, release your seed and go deeper.” You bit his ear and stroked his neck.

He shook his head, “Stand up.” He lowly commanded as he tried to grab your thighs to make you stop.

“No,” you nearly cried. “I’m almost there, we can’t stop!” You doubled down, mixing the gliding motion with bucking up and down, finally settling back on your rhythm.

Regardless of how utterly amazing it felt, Severus picked you up, still lodged inside of you, and - in a way you wouldn’t be able to explain - flipped you around so you were bent over the bench. You were stunned, to say the least, and when he started moving behind you, you almost lost your balance. Apparently, he’d said something, because when you didn’t answer like he wanted, he pulled your hair and made you scream too loudly.

“I asked you a question.” He slapped your ass and you moaned, thighs shaking. “You weren’t listening were you? You were too caught up on my cock?” Now you nodded. “That’s alright, love, there’s an easy solution to that.” He let go of your hip and slid out of you agonizingly slow.

“No, no, no, I’ll listen this time.” You were ready to do anything at this point, as long as he kept fucking you like he was. “Just... repeat the question, please!”

He was tracing your back now with teasing circles, “As much as I enjoy your begging, I’m going to need an answer, Y/n.”

You tried to hurry and think of what he could’ve said but you failed. How were you supposed to be listening when he was fucking you so right, why would he even expect that. It wasn’t fair and you were ready to come. So, you decided that there were only two possible answers; yes and no. If he asked you to explain then you were fucked. And that had been the goal after all.

“Yes.” You breathed out, hoping it was the right answer.

As soon as you heard his dark laugh, you knew you’d made the wrong choice. He grabbed your hips and gripped them harshly, pinching you when you squealed. “Wrong answer.” Severus stood up and guided his cock into you. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you felt the tip of his cock start to push inside.

You let out a little moan as you felt Severus stretch you slightly more, “You feel so good.” You sighed, grinning as you closed your eyes.

His hand came and clamped over your mouth, keeping you quiet while he thrusted into you even harder. “Stop being so loud before someone hears us.” He spat in your ear as you whimpered behind his hand.

Deciding to ignore his order, you bit his hand and spoke, “Let them... they’ll know who I belong...” your sentence was broken off at the crack of his hips. You’d unknowingly ignited a fire inside of him.

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Since Severus stormed out and you’d followed after him, Lucius had wondered what exactly happened. During the conversations he was having with his guest, which was admittedly boring, he kept looking towards the back door. He hadn’t seen the two of you come back in and he feared he may have missed you.

Narcissa was standing next to him and he felt her eyes on him as the guests walked out of the room. “Looking for someone?” She taunted, knowing exactly who he was scanning for.

He discreetly grabbed her arm, bringing her ear to his mouth but making it look like they were having a pleasant conversation. “Mind yours, Narcissa. You’re not getting Y/n as easily as you want.”

“Why not?” She egged him on. “She’s a beautiful woman, perky even, I can’t help but yearn for her.”

He pulled the two of them to the side and stepped in front of her to block anyone’s view of, “She doesn’t want you—”

Narcissa cut him off with a scoff. That was laughable. “And you think she wants you?” She laughed and didn’t bother to cover her mouth at the snort she let out. “I mean, I barely want you, let alone Y/n; I’ll have her in our bed well before you can even have an actual conversation with her.” She dramatically wiped a tear that had escaped while she was laughing.

“What’s so damn funny?” He sneered at her.

She stopped laughing and looked at him just as disgusted with him, “She wants nothing to do with you, you vile scum. If you want to see her so badly, she’s in the gardens—” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence before he rushed out of the house. “With Severus...”

Clearly, had he stayed long enough, he’d known that she wasn’t alone. But he hadn’t. Narcissa felt a sense of glee wash over her as she imagined Lucius’ face when he caught you in such a compromising position. She had to see that expression, feel his hope of having you wash away, and make numerous jeers on their way back. She grinned evilly, following her husband out and into the gardens.

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Severus had been relentless with his hips and his teasing. He’d switch from slowly fucking you to fast, his hands on your hips, holding you as he slid his cock in and out. The rhythm had already driven you mad and now you were past the point of insanity. Every few thrusts, he would plunge his length into you and the others he would be teasingly close to pulling out before swiftly moving back in with a shallow thrust.

As he finally upped his tempo and became more excited, you’d heard shoes on the grass. It couldn’t have been any animals because Lucius was a prick and warded the house from any outside creatures. It was far too quiet, far too late into the night as the inky black sky would show you, to be anything other than a person.

You went to push his chest off of you and he grabbed your wrist, forcing it behind your back and leaving it there. “Sev,” you grunted from his powerful thrusts. “Someone’s coming.”

He leaned his body over your back and wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening his strokes. “You.” He kissed up the column of your neck and murmured against your skin, “Let them hear you, tell them how good I make you feel. Don’t be shy now, darling.” He stood up tall and grabbed your hips, slamming you onto him as you screamed in utter rapture.

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Despite your numerously obvious protests, Lucius was determined to have you. He’d quickened his pace a while back and still hadn’t found you, he cursed this damn yard and how big it spanned out. He could hear his wife behind him giggling at his inner turmoil and when he turned to look back at her, she had a rather rude gesture for him. It was exceedingly unladylike.

“Oh how I hope we find her!” She nearly skipped to keep up with him.

Her voice and menacing laughter reminded him too much of her incarcerated sister and his blood boiled at the fact. She was so annoyingly unpleasant that he’d usually avoided her for days on end, only speaking when they had parties like these or other important events that required them to maintain their semblance.

He’d had more than enough of her to last him a lifetime and then some. “Would you shut the fuck up!”

She cackled in that bone chilling laugh she had and shook her head happily, “No, because your crestfallen face will be the highlight of my night.”

He was about to growl and tell her to bugger off, but he’d heard your voice and it made him slow down. The closer he got to your mewls, he could make out the more than distinct sound of skin slapping against skin and he turned the corner to see Severus standing directly behind you as he hammered into you.

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He’d heard Lucius before he saw him and when he did, he couldn’t have felt more satisfied than he did in that moment. The poor man’s face was so down and paler than usual seeing you in this state: hair a mess, body shaking, mouth releasing the most sinful noises at Severus’ crude words to you. Your lover had also seen Narcissa behind her husband, not even trying to hide the fact that she was watching you.

You weren’t paying attention to anything except how good you felt as you shouted out, “Just like that, but harder!”

Severus complied and fucked you deeper and harder, you were getting exactly what you lusted for. His cock filling you up. You let out an involuntary moan as he put his hands on your shoulder, hooking your leg backwards on his thigh, as he rutted into you. You were both heading towards your orgasms.

“How do I make you feel, beautiful?” You heard Severus say behind you as he rubbed your clit. “Tell me how you feel.”

You grunted at his hard thrusts and hurried to say something, “Good... so, so good!” You felt him press his hips against your ass and you weakly moaned.

“Can anyone else do this for you?” He asked you but looked Lucius dead in the eyes. “Can any other person make you feel as good as I do, love; make you want to do anything I ask of you?”

You shook your head fervently, just wanting a release so badly, but he’d always reminded you to be vocal with him. “No, Sev, only you. No one else, please let me cum!” You weeped. Your hands were still behind your back and with his grip on you, there was no where for you to go. Not that you wanted to.

“Of course, my love.” He enjoyed your small display of submission for a minute before turning to an upright position. He released your arms and watched as they dropped like weights against your body and he began to fuck you with a sense of urgency. “You feel so tight wrapped around me, coming undone against my touch.” He cooed at your responsive body.

He pumped and pumped until he could feel his climax building higher. He had an iron grip on your hips and you were sure he was going to leave marks on your exquisite skin as he dug impossibly deeper into you. You didn’t care. It didn’t take long before both of you had come undone, moaning and groaning the others name, ignoring the two people standing there watching you.

Lucius felt angry as he watched you. You were so bewitching, so stunning, and seeing you like that only made him want you more. Until he remembered that you’d been soiled by the likes of Severus. It was disgusting to him but he’d forced himself to ignore it while he watched you. Wrong, but more than right in his head.

Narcissa, unlike her husband, felt heat through her body when she saw you. The way your neck glistened from the sweat that had formed on you, your hair clinging to your forehead from the result. Your dress was still pulled down from earlier and your exposed breasts were peeking at her, begging her to attend to not only them, but you. If you’d been paying attention, you would’ve seen how she almost glided towards you.

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Severus was more than proud of himself. He’d fucked you like he needed, pleased you like you wanted, and more than proved to Lucius that you were his. Narcissa was a little odd towards you at times, but she was no threat and you never seemed to mind, so he usually ignored her behavior in general. He had seen that her thighs were not so discreetly rubbing together and he covered your beating chest with his arm to shield you from her intruding gaze. He saw Lucius storm off and Narcissa hurry to get back inside, he could only imagine what she was going to do with this new image of you burned into her mind.

“That... was... amazing.” You panted, removing his hands from yours and leaning fully onto the bench.

Severus saw his cum drip down your leg and he casted a quick spell to clean you both up as you sat down. He didn’t speak as he gave you time to breathe but he did laugh when you looked over at him with a lopsided smile. “Feeling alright?” He teased you.

You grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, now leaving him breathless as you pulled away. “Severus Snape, a man like you is something many people lack, and I almost pity them. I mean, Merlin, how can you be perfect at nearly everything you do!”

He laughed at your words, “Nearly?”

“Well, you’re not that well of a cook, I still remember you almost burning down the kitchen...” you’d mumbled the last part but he’d heard you.

“It was only one time.” He shot back and rolled his eyes. He looked down at you and watched as you fixed your dress and attempted to smooth down your hair to no avail. You could sense him staring at you and you looked up smiling at him. “I love you.” He uttered.

Your smile grew even bigger at his words, “I love you too.” You craned your neck to give him a kiss and he gladly leaned over. “Now, why don’t you take me home and prove just how much you love me.” You murmured against his lip, laughing at his groan.

“My pleasure.” He hurried to get you both decent enough and grabbed you to disapparate back home.

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Last one of this series. Im thinking if doing a poll to see which series i should start next... Because i have too many headcanons. Maybe I'll mix and match???? Who knows. I'll ask y'all to vote

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚SOLOMON proposing headcanons ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

It’s been a while since he’s thought about marriage 

He’s very much a free spirited type of person and the idea of being tied down to someone never really gave him an appeal 

Until you came along 

I know, I know, it’s super cliche, but it’s honestly how he feels. Instead of taking away his free spirit, you actively encourage it and make it seem like the adventure never ends. What more could he want? You’re literally the perfect partner in his eyes and that’s why he has to ensure that you stay that way: his. 

He’s not one to take these things lightly at all and he makes it a point to bring things like rings, marriage, preferred flowers, and ideas for weddings into everyday conversation. It’s spaced out enough so that you don’t notice what he’s doing but he’s sure you’ll figure it out sooner or later so he has to be careful with what he says and does. 

Honestly, it’s kind of fun to trick you into giving him all the information he needs. 

He’s even made it so random engagement ads pop up on your phone! Siri is always listening is all I’m saying

You’re special, but you’re also going to be marrying a wizard (hopefully) that’s centuries old and has close to no romantic skills anymore so… he really hopes that you don’t mind 

You should know that, though, since you’ve been with him for a while 

It’s not even that he can’t be romantic, it’s just that he wants to add his own spice to things and it usually ends up as some sort of joke instead of being seriously romantic. Not this time though. This time he’s determined to at least make half of it romantic… like… the second half. The serious half. 

For the ring, Solomon chose a white gold band with small diamonds that follow a spiral up until the main gem, which is a black diamond. If you reflect the ring just right, it almost looks like there’s stars in the black diamond and he did that on purpose. You’re special; you’re his star. 

He’s honestly super proud of the ring and he knows it’ll look good on you. 

Mainly because you’ll officially be his and he actually has a matching band for himself but sshhh you don’t know that yet 

Anyway, his plan to be romantic consisted of a midnight walk that had you somewhat grumpy. Who goes walking around past midnight? Like of course you trust Solomon to keep you safe but it’s also so much nicer to just lay in bed and cuddle? His adventurous spirit is showing and you’re unsure on whether or not you like it right now lol 

He’s been cracking jokes and pointing at constellations in the sky, which is nice, and reminds you of how much knowledge he actually has. People don’t give him enough credit but it shows that Solomon could easily rival Satan on certain topics. 

“Solomon… I love you but… I'd rather go home and cuddle.” But he just laughs and pulls you into him. “Not yet. It’s not time yet.” Whatever that means. It’s chilly and although his jacket was over your shoulders, you much rather have him hold you under comfy sheets, you know? 

“Now.” You were confused, watching him grin like an idiot and stand in front of you. A beautiful lake was to the left of you but that’s unimportant. That’s not what you’re supposed to be looking at right now. “Solomon, wha--” “Ssssh, just listen.” and for a moment you did, listening to the silence that surrounded you and left you more confused, all while that grin was still on his face. 

“You may think this is crazy, but you’re dating me so you should be used to that” true “there’s a reason we’re out here and I much rather show you than spend my night talking about it but first… the silence. You hear it right? Nothing but the softest sounds of bugs and wildlife. A soft breeze rushing through your hair.. I know I’m always on the run with you but it’s moments like these I really cherish. I never liked being tied down and too many people have tried, but then you… you encouraged me to be wild, and free, and a little bit crazy.” He laughs softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring box before pointing at the sky, where a star shower had started to take place. “ and that’s the encouragement I needed and… you make me want to relish in this silence, in nothingness more often. It made me realize that it’s never truly nothingness, though. It’s just like this star shower; silent, but exciting and beautiful to look at… much like our love, or so I think anyway. I don’t want to lose my star showers, or our love, so I need to make you mine (Y/N). Please be mine and say yes to marrying me?” 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #solomon x reader #shall we date solomon #solomon x mc #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #obey me solomon x reader

[dr3amofagame]

so... the red banquet, huh?

im not going to lie, i was cheering on the eggpire the entire time (/lh) - what can i say, something abt the demon possessed resident evil crew just speaks to my heart. theyre FUN, ok? 

anyway, a lot of people were theorizing abt what c!dream showing up at the banquet could look like - and, well, i thought i’d write my version of it. this takes place in the “guard dog au” developed primarily by a gc im in on twitter (@stabbysideblog being the main originator of it, do check sunny out !!) - the basic premise is post-getting the revive book from c!dream, c!quackity continues to get his, uh, “use” out of him by basically treating him as a bodyguard/guard dog as he goes around the server - which should probably give you a pretty good idea of how this is going to go :] 

tws: death, grief, implied torture, starvation, abuse, blood, murder, unhealthy relationship, dehumanization, possession, trauma, mental illness, violence, dark content, dark imagery, emotional distress, mental instability, pandora’s vault/prison arc, c!quackity critical (not really, but a very dark portrayal of him) 

A strangled sob claws its way up Puffy’s throat as she watches Foolish fall.

He drops in a spray of golden ichor in the crimson, brilliant green eyes trained on hers, jaw slack in horror, pain, dipping to the ground and whiting out before he’s even fully collapsed. The others’ screams hardly even meet her ears; all she can see is her son, falling, her son, dying, her son, that same sunlit kindness still held in the curve of his lips in this room that knows nothing but pain and betrayal, gone gone gone gone-

Because of her.

Ant’s still staring at her, pupils thinned to needles from the brightness of the lava at their backs, ears alert but stance entirely calm as he twirls his sword, still dripping gold. His mouth is moving but she cannot hear anything above the ring ring ringing in her ears, the world swirling and blurring dangerously from the tears gathering in her eyes and spilling over her cheeks, Ant’s eyes polished rubies where there had once been a cloudless sky. Bad gestures at the crowd, pushed back towards the lava’s fire in their fear, leaving her to stand in the middle of the room as one desperate dying scream, the egg, standing as a silent witness to it all-

“Bad-” a flash of blue, and there’s someone standing in front of her, shoulders pulled back, a diamond sword glittering their right hand, “Stop it.”

“Quackity.”’

Bad snarls, tail whipping back and forth; Puffy takes a step back, then another, shoulders still shaking in grief for her son, for her friends, for everyone who’s about to lose their lives in this twisted realm of crimson and hellfire. There is no fear on Quackity’s face though he stands unarmored, and for the first time in this awful day something like worry flashes over Bad’s face. There’s history here, she realizes - what did Bad say about Quackity attacking? - but none of this is making sense, not the self-assured way Quackity is carrying himself, wings relaxed and folded at his back, not the simmering unease making itself known in the foreign cadence of Bad’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, look at what you’ve done,” Quackity says, voice almost patronizing, like a parent stumbling in on the mess their child has made out of their bedroom, “this is impressive, I’m not going to lie, this is quite impressive.” Puffy swallows thickly, hears the shuddering gasp of someone behind her - Fundy, probably, or Sam - as Quackity’s voice drops. “You have to stop right now.”

“Stop?”

“This whole Egg thing is just getting out of control - you just killed a man,” Quackity stalks across the netherbrick floor like he has all the time in the world, ignoring the crossbows that the Eggpire has trained on his back, guarded only by the off-white shirt he’s wearing, an untied tie hanging limply around his neck. She sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth - my son, they killed my son, she means to say, but the words stick to the walls of her throat and only escape her lungs in another series of wracking sobs. “Is that what you wanted to do, Bad?”

He laughs - laughs, of all things, and there is something here that Puffy is missing, that isn’t clicking through the muddied fog of grief hanging grey and suffocating around her head, but Quackity is speaking again and she can’t think about it all, not now, “-and I’m not gonna have it anymore, Bad.”

He slips over by the crowd, eyes glancing all of them huddled in one fearful mob over the tables, eyes dark and daring and cold; the Eggpire keeps their eyes trained on him, Bad’s eyebrows furrowed, Ant’s muzzle twisted in a snarl. Puffy watches, their words passing over her like water skidding against the surface of a rock splitting a stream in two, heart thudding in her ears, marking out the heartsick beats in this poisoned melody - one-two, her-son, her-son, her-son-

He stops in front of her in the middle of monologuing, eyes trained on her own like he’s trying to tell her something. His eyes flick down and she follows their gaze to his other hand, the one not clasped around a sword handle, watches as he gestures vaguely in the direction of the Eggpire. She frowns, confusion cutting through the grief - what is he trying to say? - and Quackity sighs, index finger slashing in the air in the shape of what might be an A as he spins on his heel to walk back towards Bad and the others.

“So how about we just stop playing?”

Quackity smiles, teeth white and glittering from the lava’s glow even as the Eggpire surrounds him, pushes him back against the wall. Bad seems to hesitate, hand clasped around the trigger of a crossbow he keeps pointed at the other’s head; when he speaks, he almost sounds mournful.

“I can’t,” he mutters, quiet, stepping forwards as his shoulders straighten, pushing Quackity back in a motion that the others are quick to follow. Puffy watches, an awful sinking feeling falling through the hole left in her chest by the sight of her son, falling, her son, dead - watches as Quackity’s wings open, shine golden in the lava’s light - what is he planning?

“You know why I can’t stop.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh through his lungs, “Bad- you and all your buddies here, drop your weapons, and leave. Let all of these people go.”

“Or what?” Ant’s voice is sharp, but Quackity barely pays him a second thought, swinging a glare at his head and cutting him off.

“I’m not talking to you,” he laughs, dismissive, “I’m talking to Bad.”

“No-” Puffy watches as Bad’s hand tightens on his crossbow, punctuating the word with a step forward. “You put your weapon down. If you wanted to stop us?” He’s too close to Quackity for Puffy to make out either of their faces, crossbow bolt aimed and ready to send straight through his skull. She stiffens, sees from the corner of her eye as the ones beside her look away, and resigns herself to the inevitable spray of blood on brick - not again not again don’t make me watch again - “You should’ve brought more than just yourself.”

Quackity laughs.

“I did,” his voice is dangerous in its levity, making Bad, then the rest of the Eggpire step back as his wings spread open further, watching with bated breath and wide eyes as a swarm of white descends from a hidden hole in the wall, “Or, well, I did the next best thing. I brought my worst enemy.”

“What?”

“Alright Quackity, where’s this Egg thing?”

Technoblade jumps down into the room in a familiar purple-black blur of expertly enchanted netherite armor, form impeccable despite the seeming exhaustion in his voice. At his feet, a pack of wolves gather, pace, muscles coiled and clearly ready to strike; he rolls his shoulders back, signature fireworks loaded into his crossbow, and the crowd behind Puffy immediately breaks into shocked murmuring and soft cheers.

On Quackity’s other side, someone else flips into the room, wearing a suit of all things, crisp and well-pressed; Purpled grins, entirely too gleeful as the Eggpire presses back further, held off by the dogs swarming and growling at their feet.

“Purpled- we hired you!”

“To be frank with you, Bad, a sword appears in Purpled’s hand and he flips it casually, blade thin and gleaming, “Quackity just had the better price.”

“We- we still outnumber you!” Bad’s voice is a near-scream in its desperation, his tail lashing back and forth as he shifts his weight forward, “It’s four against three- we’ll still win-” Despite herself, Puffy’s mind spins; either way, they’re still at a disadvantage from sheer numbers alone, never mind Quackity’s lack of armor. Maybe if they all work together, they’ll be able to sufficiently stop them, but there’s no way she can see this ending in anything less than a bloodbath-

“I didn’t want for it to come to this, Bad,” Quackity’s voice drops low and sweet, the sincerity in his tone belied by his glittering eyes and jagged grin. The shift in tone sends a shiver down her back, has even his allies shifting uncomfortably in what seems to be confusion - Puffy catches something like a murmured no from Sam, behind her, before Quackity whistles, loud.

It all happens too fast for her to follow; one moment, the Eggpire is standing, weapons raised and ready to fight; the next, and there is a new netherite-clad figure in the middle of the room, signature sparks of purple from a pearl still glittering around them, axe buried into Antfrost’s chest. The room devolves into shrieks as his body dissolves, Bad gasping sharply and something dark bubbling in Puffy’s chest - good - as the newcomer in the room moves over to Ponk, bloodstained axe swinging in a downward arc, only barely stopped in time by a diamond sword catching on the crook of the blade.

“Go!” Quackity’s voice rings out above the chaos, and Techno and Purpled - seemingly shaken from their shock - fly into motion, fireworks bursting in flashes of red and black that send Puffy blinking out stars from her eyes, Purpled moving to match blows against Hannah and Techno’s army biting at the ankles of the Eggpire leader. Around her, people scream in relief, cheering as the Eggpire, clad in eggshell-blue, are pushed back one by one, hindered by a shifting wave of teeth and claws and clashing blades and netherite moving smoothly over the uneven floor - Bad screams, “RETREAT!”, and they disappear into the wall.

Purpled curses; “I’m going after them.” Puffy watches, still reeling, as he dives into the corridor that Bad had revealed, a flash of purple and blue melting into the shadows; the mystery figure - still hauling a heavy, bloodstained axe, nearly dragging against the floor - moves forward as to follow.

Quackity snaps his fingers, and the figure stops, turns, immediately moving to the winged man’s side. Behind her, Puffy can make out cheers, gasping, hysterical sounds of relief; she can’t join them, feels nothing but the shuddering weight of her grief pressing further on her lungs as the adrenaline fades, head dizzy with Foolish’ sharp gasp in pain, Ant’s yowl of agony. Her eyes flick to the side, catch on Sam pacing, muttering under his breath; when his eyes meet hers, they widen in something like - alarm?

She shakes her head; she can’t think about all of that, right now. Her hooves stumble over the vines and rot strewn over the floor, carrying her forward to the glitter of gold on red, to where her son had fallen and she could do no more but watch with a scream caught between her teeth.

A hand lands on her shoulder- “I’m sorry we couldn’t make it in time.”

She whirls around; Quackity’s looking down at her, face twisted in sympathy. Behind him, the armored stranger looms, hair long and tangled, helmet keeping their face in shadow and hiding their features from view. There’s something distantly familiar to them, in the way they shift from one foot to the other, something that makes her eyes narrow and throat tighten-

“Who are you?” The words tumble from her mouth, making Quackity freeze, jaw snapping shut, the figure behind him tensing almost imperceptibly under their armor. “Who-”

Quackity’s eyes are dark, piercing; she can’t read them, the flat line of his mouth as confusing as it is frustrating. His eyes flick up to somewhere over her shoulder before moving back to her own

“How rude of me,” He smiles, gold tooth glinting, “I didn’t even introduce our special guest.”

His right wing presses against their back, and they drop, immediately, to their knees, making her step back in shock. Quackity’s hand slips easily under the edge of their helmet, ripping it off with little care and letting their hair fall in a wave of dusty browns over their face; he pulls the strands back roughly, revealing the paleness to their skin, the hollows in their cheeks-

“Dream?”

Her breath shudders in her chest, eyes snapping up to Quackity, still smiling, hand still pressed against the back of his skull. Dream’s face is pale, thin, clawed with new scars that highlight the jut of his cheekbones and the dullness of his eyes. He looks up at her, eyes glassy, skin almost grey, and for a moment she’s looking at Foolish, eyes unseeing in death, the luster of his skin stolen like the air from his lungs, and she nearly screams.

“Puffy, Puffy,” Quackity murmurs, almost kind, “It’s alright, see? Everything’s fine now.”

“He- he’s supposed to be in prison,” she hisses, not missing how he flinches, not missing how even that is hindered by the hand braced against his head. He looks strangely small kneeling at Quackity’s side, dwarfed by the netherite he’s wearing; even with an axe strapped to his back, the blade still wet with crimson and reeking of iron and decay, he hardly looks like the villain that had terrorized the server, the son she could no longer recognize in the midst of the bridges he burned.

“Oh- don’t worry about him,” Quackity shrugs, wings fluttering, “It’s all being done with the Warden’s permission, Puffy, I know what I’m doing.” As if to prove his point, his hand tightens on the other’s hair, tugging his head back by the roots; Dream hardly even reacts, simply letting himself be manhandled, throat bare and exposed to the air, similarly criss-crossed by scars. “He’s perfectly well-behaved now, you see?”

Her throat closes, the pit in her gut torn open by the sight of her son with a blade skewered through his heart only growing wider, hungrier, by the dullness in the eyes of the other. Foolish’ death had happened too fast for her to react: one moment, he was staring at her, eyes mournful in goodbye; the next, he was a tumble of gold and green and blue against the floor, half of his name still not having left her lips. Dream’s head swivels to hers, face entirely blank; there is nothing quick written in the gauntness of his face, more scar tissue than skin, in the shadows under his eyes or how they seem to stare, unseeing, in the long, knotted strands of hair twisted over Quackity’s knuckles. He looks like he’s been dying, slowly, for months, and the screaming cry of YOU FAILED ringing in her head in Ant’s voice only grows louder.

“What did you-” the words scrape roughly against the inside of her mouth, “What did you do?”

Quackity shrugs, letting go, and Dream’s head tips forward to stare at the floor. “What had to be done.”

He clicks his fingers again, and Dream stands, falling behind Quackity with his shoulders pulled up to his ears. Quackity hands him back his helmet, keeping his hand stretched out, palm up, even after Dream takes the netherite and fastens it back over his head. Puffy watches, heart stuck in her throat, as Dream fiddles with something by his throat, pulls out a thick coil of iron chains, pressing the end to Quackity’s outstretched hand - the other side, she realizes, fastened around his neck.

Her breath stutters when he looks back at Quackity, gut roiling at the familiarity - it’s an imperfect copy of the way he used to look at her, a skittish shadow at her tail, all awkward smiles and fidgeting hands. Only now, his eyes don’t dance with the same light, his lungs shivering in fear instead of wheezing laughter; she watches as his head follows Quackity like he’s the only person in the room, a duckling imprinted on the nearest person and ready to follow to the ends of the world and further, and her heart shatters all over again.

“Anyway,” Quackity’s eyes soften, lips curled in sympathy, “My condolences, Puffy, for your son. It really is a tragedy.”

She watches him leave with tears in her eyes, a sob once again caught in her throat. The images overlap - Foolish, smiling under the sun’s glow, sitting on the roof of his summer home - Dream, grinning in the treetops, eyes as green as the leaves surrounding him - Foolish, falling in a spray of ichor and a gasp of pain, Dream, grey-eyed and silent, dead as the crimson rot surrounding his beaten body-

My condolences for your son, Quackity’s words echo in her skull, and not for the first time, she laughs miserably, tears falling from her eyes.

Which one?

#tw death #tw grief #tw torture #tw injuries #tw blood #tw violence #tw abuse #tw mental illness #tw mental instability #tw dark content #tw dark imagery #tw starvation #tw unhealthy relationship #tw toxic relationship #tw dehumanization #tw trauma #tw emotional distress #tw possession #pandora's vault #prison arc #c!quackity critical #-> my writing #queue <3 #long post #my writing :D