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tainted-liquor · 7 months

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'Tiny hands; Little Baby ...ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ft. 42Miles

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✩ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and baby powder!

˙⟡TWs: Cussing, Miles speaks mostly Spanish, so ready ur spanishDict

✩A/N: Miles is soft when it comes to his children. Its not ooc, he was based off of MY sisters father. parents usually 'calm down' after having babies. pls don't start complaining

When you think of the ideal father, you usually would think of two types of people. The happy-go-lucky super kind and outgoing person, or someone who balances both fun and order. You never in your life expected to be a mother, or even wanted kids as a matter of fact. But everything changed when you met him. Miles.

Admittedly, when you met in high school shit was rocky. Typical 'anti-social social' kid. Everybody knew him, but nobody was ever able to say they talked to him. But things slowly began to change as the school year passed, and you seemed to pop up more and more in each other's lives. Art projects, a shared interest in graffiti, seating charts in chem, and ending up at the same bodega during the wee hours of the night.

You waltzed into the small store, grabbing a tube of Pringles and a bottle of cherry Faygo. You had a project to get done within the next 5 hours and spent 3 days working nonstop so you wouldn't fail this semester. Your eyes were low and sleepy, your movement was slower than average and it looked like you had been crying. A lot. What is a girl supposed to do when she feels like her life is being drowned out by constant numbers and big words?

You waited by the counter, tapping away on your phone as you waited for the man behind the glass to finish making your chop cheese, slowly raising your head to see who just swung open the door. You made eye contact with Miles for a brief moment, nodding upward as a form of greeting before suddenly being startled. Miles's eyes widened for a moment, taking a tiny step back as he took in how sleepy you looked. Your hoodie wasn't even on properly, one arm completely off your shoulder and exposing a fraction of your black tank top to the world around you. "Well damn, nigga. I know I look like shit but don't make it obvious" you snorted, rolling your eyes as you dropped your head back to your phone screen.

"Oh, my bad. Just not used to seeing you outside of school" he shrugged, making his way to the counter to order his food and standing next to you in silence. You both tapped away on your phones, scrolling through your Instagram while you waited for your sandwich. There was nothing else to it, really. You both waved bye to each other as you left the store, silently building a smidge of a relationship compared to being just strangers. For the most part, it was like that at school too.

There was no real reason to talk to him, outside of a small hallway talk and a nod or a wave. And it stayed like that for a long time, until a random day in the school's library. Miles came strutting through the oak wood doors, seemingly pissed off as he slammed his supplies on a nearby table and started working silently. You side-eyed him, continuing to blast the music in your headphones until you felt a presence begin getting closer to you. You grabbed one of your AirPods, removing it from your ear as Miles stood over you.

"Hmm?" You hummed, looking up at him as you paused your music. He said nothing, only showing you a piece of paper with honors calculus work. "Do you need help?" you asked, scanning over the paper briefly before putting your AirPods in your case. He nodded, letting you take the paper from him as he leaned against the table. "Aight, sit down. I'm only doing one problem though" you muttered, scooting your chair over to make room for Miles.

When Miles left that table, you were closer than normal. You spent the rest of the afternoon helping him 'study' (talking to each other while he finished his work) and exchanging numbers and Instagram. "Good luck with your test!" You smiled, waving from across the room as he left the library. He gave you a nod before swiftly exiting, leaving people asking you left and right "What's Miles like?" You didn't think anything of it, at all.

You never would have imagined that that same boy would be the father of your child almost ten years later.

“MILES!” You shouted as loud as humanly possible. “SÍ? QUÉ HICE??” He shouted back from the kitchen. “MY FUCKING WATER BROKE START THE CAR!” You yelled as you stared down in absolute shock. And it was absolute chaos from there. Miles was practically stumbling out of the house as he ran to start the car, muttering curses as he ran up to get you out of your shared room.

Unfortunately for Miles, he had no idea what was happening. He was terrified but tried to be as supportive as possible through the entire situation. He was out cold for most of the delivery, having fainted 10 minutes in from anxiety. "Sir? SIR-!"

BOOM

But other than that, everything went amazing! He cried for 20 whole minutes when he got to hold his beautiful baby girl. "W-what...sniffle... are you going to...sob...name h-her, love?" he asked between a puddle of tears. You took a good look at your baby through soaked eyes, realizing she was born...quiet. She had one green eye, and one dark brown eye that was taken right from her father's face, a cute little button nose, and a head full of placenta-permed hair. She cried once the entire birth and remained silent the rest of the way, just like her nonchalant-ass daddy. "I'm thinkin' about...Asomi" you replied before bursting out in tears, causing Miles to burst even further into tears.

You attempted to reach for your baby, earning a watery glare from your boyfriend. "Nigga I JUST PUSHED HER OUT! GIMME MY BABY!" you giggled as you attempted to grab your daughter. "nuh-uh. I'm not done holding her" he retorted, flashing you a middle finger as he held Asomi even closer. "Miles Gonzalo Morales."

"Lo siento. Te amo mucho. Tú eres muy bonita y inteligente" he quickly replied as he handed your daughter over.

And from that moment forward, everything in Miles's life revolved around his beautiful family. He spent hours rambling on and on to 'Omi', as he calls her, about anything under the sun. "Entonces," Miles began as he attempted to give 'Omi a sink bath. "Tú mami me dijo que necesito hablar más inglés a ti. I won't though, cuz you're my lil princess" he whispered as he curved Omi's hair into a bubbly mohawk and giggled like a child. He played with the bubbly water, pretending to be one of the countless tiny rubber duckies she had floating around in the water.

"Alright, c'mon. Necesito vestir tú antes consigue frío" he giggled as he put the kid in a prowler onesie you told him not to buy. He blew raspberries on Asomi's little belly, earning adorable giggles from his daughter as he carried the tiny baby with one arm. He cleaned up some of the toys on the floor, briefly pushing them inside the toy bin before grabbing the tiny purple pacifier and soft wooly lamb-lamb plush. Omi clung to his shirt, laying her head on his shoulder as she held the tiny lamb-lamb plushie. Miles kissed her on the forehead, sat down on the couch, and fell asleep with Omi dozing off right beside him.

You came home to two of your two favorite people in the world snuggled up on the couch. Omi's tiny hand gripped Miles's shirt as Miles held her like an inmate protecting his tray. You giggled to yourself, snapping a quick pic for the memories before joining their 'nap circle'.

"G'night, pretty babies" you whispered, pressing kisses on both of their cheeks.

"Mmh...noches."

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mrs-monaghan · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/parkparkjeon/735238713773359104/yay-since-your-anon-is-open-i-thought-i-would

I just read this ask and its answer also and i want to know your opinion on this because I found this ask shocking. I know we don't know jikook or any other member personally but the image we have been seeing of them for years... especially jimin's...I find this ask disturbing a little. Pls give your opinion on what you think about this.

(sorry that I'm sending you this Again but i really want to hear your thoughts on this...i love the way you talk about jikook that's why..and this ask disturbed me a little...hope you can give your opinion soon!! Thankyou)

Hey anon! 🖐🏾

First of all, happy new year 😁😁 My greatest apologies for not answering "soon" but real life called.. you get it. I finally got my present that I had been waiting for, for 9 months

She has been a blessing and I'm so loving my new job of being her mom 🥰🥰 she has latched onto "shot glass of tears" which is now my cheat code. Might share the video I took. Maybe 😁😁

Anyhu, back to your ask

There isn't much to say here coz its a bunch of bullocks! Honestly. First and foremost, RM literally spoilt that Jimin elbowed JK in his sleep. Or was it the other way around? 🤔 he asked them if they were still MMAing in their sleep and Jikook told him off for spoiling. NOT TO MENTION, Jimin also added how he's used to JK snoring coz of the days they spent together when shooting. So I'm pretty sure that insinuates they were sleeping together during their making of the vlogs. So this Jikook anti is already wrong about them sleeping together. (I'm blocked by op so I didn't care to read her answer)

I wont address them saying Jikook are distant because anyone still claiming that by now is just pathetic. As for honorifics and skinship this person just wants to see and hear what they want. Have addressed honorifics before here here and here.

As for skinship, DeNile is a river in Egypt 😂 and this anon is in denial. Or refusing to acknowledge that JK has never had anyone else's ear in his mouth. That Jimin has never bit anyone else's neck. That Jikook have only tried to hide they were holding hands with eo. They don't hide when it's with other members. Jimin has never had his foot on any other member's crotch. JK didn't need to get nervous when he felt Jimin caressing his foot in BV2. Gosh, this list keeps going.... but u get my point.

Skinship with Jikook sometimes gets sus AF!!! Hell, even this butt slap was sus

Even though JK lives for slapping people's hinds, he doesn't massage or squeeze other butts.

Jikook have never and will never be like other ships... And that's coz they're not a ship. It is what it is.....

#jikook is real #if jikook isn't real then neither I'm i #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jikook antis #the fuckery #about me

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theebubblegumbitch · 11 months

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i have been thirsting, extremely dehydrated beyond repair for the past three days now bc of Chad Meeks Martin. i beg of you, i need more content, he’s just.. so pretty.

hi hi so if it’s not too much to ask, perhaps could i request a fic where the reader is more so friends with Tara and Mindy since she’s a bit more shy and they invite reader over for the movie night and that’s when she meets Chad?? and he’s being his usual beautiful and charming self and she’s just overwhelmed and flustered

xtra brownie points if they give off bratz doll gf x himbo jock bf pls 🥺🫶🏽💞 i love your fics, your writing is inspiring tbh ahsjwjd

Girl's Night Interruptions~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: ahhhhh you’re a GENIUS bunny!! I love this idea!! also i’m so happy to hear that my writing inspires you! ngl that almost made me cry- anyway I hope you love it gorg <333

Synopsis: At first you were reluctant, but when your two closest (and only) friends Tara and Mindy convince you to come to a movie night, you realize sometimes meeting new people is a good thing…

Warnings: none really since this is basically just fluff, use of profanity, Chad being an absolute himbo, reader being a flustered mess!

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You weren't really sure why you agreed to this. You had told Mindy and Tara time and time again that you didn't really like the idea of parties, or gatherings, or anything of the such. It's not that you were super anti-social, you just- had problems starting conversation is all. Which is why the only friends you had made all of freshman year were Mindy and Tara, who were really good at easing you out of your tiny little comfort zone. Today that came in the form of convincing you to join them for a movie night. They promised it would be super chill and fun, the perfect girl's night to end the year off! So of course, you accepted.

You were now all about halfway through the first movie on the list, Legally Blonde, which was one of your favorites. All three of you quickly ran out of popcorn to share, prompting Mindy to get up to refill the bowl. "I'll be right back guys, pause it please!" Mindy had called out on her way to the kitchen. You were now left with just Tara, who quickly filled the silence by asking you questions. "Soooo how's your college love life been going so far? Had any steamy hookups?" She asked with a laugh as she nudged your arm. You felt your face get warm quick. "Cmon Tara, you know I don't like talking about that stuff." You said casually, not really mad at her for asking. "I know, I know, I was just curious." Just as Tara said that you heard Mindy walking back into the living room, and it sounded like she was talking to someone. "NO Chad, I already told you it's a girl's night. That means you can't join." Mindy had now taken her place sitting next to Tara again, leaving who you assumed was Chad standing in front of the couch.

Did Mindy have a brother? You didn't remember her ever mentioning him. "Cmon please, you know I'm not gonna bother y'all I just wanna watch the movie!" He was looking directly at Mindy as he gestured to the still paused TV, his request being promptly ignored. "You want to watch Legally Blonde? Really Chad?" Tara was questioning him, not fully believing his motive for joining the three of you. "Yes okay? It's one of my favorites I have like half of it memorized." Mindy scoffed at that, but from the look on her and Chad's faces you could tell it was probably true. "It's still a no Chad." He didn't seem to like that answer, continuing to practically plead Mindy to join in. "Ya know what fuck this, I'm watching it." And just like that he plopped down on the couch, right next to you. It was a fairly small couch and even just the three of you had barely any wiggle room, but with the addition of Chad you were definitely squeezed together. Chad didn't seem to mind though, quickly settling in and draping his arm over the back of the couch. Mindy, feeling defeated, grabbed the remote with a sigh as she accepted the crashing of girl's night.

"Fine, I guess you're staying..." She rolled her eyes at him, and he only grinned back. "Thanks, sis!" It was only now that he realized he was sitting next to a completely random girl as he raised his eyebrows at you. "OH I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked, hoping the answer was no so he didn't have to be embarrassed. "Oh right, no you haven't. Chad this is our friend Y/N; Y/N, this is my idiot brother Chad!" Mindy quickly answered Chad's question, being sure to emphasize the word idiot. "Well thank you Mindy for that, charming- introduction, but I was asking Y/N, not you." He gestured to you as he said your name, now making direct eye contact with you. He was probably waiting for you to say something, considering you had been silent thus far. "O-oh yea I'm Y/N and uh Mindy never mentioned she had a brother." You stuttered out, hoping you didn't offend him in the process.

"Oh she didn't huh? Well now you know!" He said as he shot Mindy a glare and then you a grin. "Anyway it's lovely to meet you, and don't listen to Mindy about me being dumb okay? What I lack in brains, I make up for with Hobbs and Shaw here." Chad flexed each of his arms as he said that, and you now realized how attractive he was. Your felt your face get warm again, now hyper aware of how close the two of you were sitting. "Ah yes classic Chad, flex your muscles within the first five minutes of meeting a girl." Tara had said snarkily, perhaps hoping to annoy him into leaving the three of you be. "Hey they're my greatest accomplishment okay! Plus I'm sure she doesn't mind, do you?" Oh you definitely didn't mind. "N-No it's fine I don't mind." You were sure your voice sounded shaky as hell as you spoke. The longer this gorgeous man was next to you, the more flustered you got. So much for a peaceful girl's night...

Some time had passed as the four of you watched the movie in what was mostly silence, besides the occasional comment Chad had made on Elle Woods being a "girlboss" and Mindy having something snide to say in return. Their dynamic made you glad you were an only child. You had now reached the scene where Elle Woods figured out that it was actually the daughter who had killed her dad. You loved this scene, and you had the monologue memorized since you were a little girl. You quickly went to match Elle word for word. You didn't even notice that Chad had gotten excited about the scene too. "...at the risk of deactivating the amonium thyglocilate!" You had both said, or rather yelled it, at the TV in perfect unison. You saw Mindy and Tara's heads snap to the both of you in shock. "I guess he really does like the movie..." Tara said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. "I told you it's one of my favorites!" Chad said before turning his eyes back to the screen. The shared moment between you two made you feel more at ease, so you went to agree with him.

"Yea it's mine too." You were still pretty soft spoken, but at least you had found some more confidence. You had also found hunger. "Hey Tara, can you pass me the popcorn." She swiftly handed it to you and you set in your lap, going to grab a handful. Just as your hand reached the inside of the bowl, you felt Chad's hand bump against yours as he also went to grab popcorn. It was brief, but his hands were so pretty and soft that you felt like you would remember those two seconds for the rest of your life. You were basically gawking down at the popcorn bowl now, hand still in it. "Oh, sorry." Chad said, muffled through his mouthful of popcorn. God he was so cute."Oh it's fine, don't worry about it." You said as quickly as possible, avoiding looking directly at him. He only shrugged as his attention went back to the movie. It was only silent for maybe ten minutes before Chad spoke again.

"Okay it is literally so hot in here. Is the AC broken or something?" Chad asked as he looked towards Mindy. "Yea it stopped working like two days ago, I have to call and have it fixed." Mindy replied, still not taking her eyes off of the movie. "Well it's like unbearable, I don't know how y'all are wearing jeans." He gestured towards you and Tara as he said that. You didn't realize it was hot, you probably thought it was just him. But to be fair you were wearing your favorite bell bottoms and your thin pink tank-top with a black star in the middle. So it wasn't a very warm outfit to begin with. While you were busy reflecting on your clothing choices Chad had found time to stand up in front of the couch. And now he was taking his shirt off...

You thought you were going to pass out. "Cmon seriously Chad! Do you have to find every excuse to take your shirt off?" Mindy yelled out at him. "What I'm hot okay! Leave me be." He sure was hot. Way too hot... You almost wished it was just you and him so- "Hey! You okay there? You were kinda staring off." Chad said as he waved his hands in front of your face. Oh shit. You were staring, and everyone had definitely noticed now... "Oh my god Y/N! Were you staring at Chad's abs?" Tara asked in an almost squeely voice. You wanted the ground to swallow you, mainly because she was right. "What no! I was staring at the movie!"

You rushed to defend yourself, hoping it was believable enough of an excuse. Chad wasn't buying it though. "It's okay if you were I totally get it, I would stare at me too." You were definitely blushing now. Mindy once again rolled her eyes at Chad's comment, causing them to exchange another death glare, which gave you time to change the topic. "Anyway, we should probably keep watching the movie." Chad jumped a little as you said that, realizing he was missing it and going to sit back down next to you. You now realized what Chad meant by it being hot. You only hoped you weren't sweating from the intense shared proximity.

The rest of the movie went well, although there was one moment where Chad went to adjust next to you, spreading his legs open just a little wider so that he was touching yours. You swore you almost passed out. Finally the credits rolled and Chad stood up to start clapping, it was kinda cute. "Wooooo great movie! Gets better every time!" Chad yelled as he turned to face the three of you. "Yea whatever Chad, you done bothering us now?" Mindy asked as she also stood up with now once again empty popcorn bowl in hand. "Yes in fact I am, I will leave you ladies to the rest of your girl's night." Chad said as he grabbed his shirt off of the coffee table. He went to walk back to his room before stopping to lock eyes with you. "And hopefully I'll see you again later Y/N." He said with a wink that hopefully Mindy and Tara didn't catch.

Oh yeah. You would definitely be seeing him again.

A/N: ahhhhhhh I love this one so much! i hope i did the prompt justice even though i struggled with the Bratz vibes thing. also i feel like i could totally turn this into a series if y'all wanted, just say the word! Happy reading my gorgeous babes!

-With love, Miss Grace<33

#~grace writes!#writing #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader #scream #scream 6 #chad meeks #chad meeks fluff

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dejwrites · 2 years

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ close to you ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.brown ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) nicolas brown becomes close with a teacher in ergastulum's 8th district.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — handyman!nicolas x teacher!reader, female reader, female anatomy described, canonverse, reader knows sign language, soft!nicolas, written with black reader in mind, oral (m.receiving), riding/cowgirl position, protective!nicolas, he feels you up wink wink, i know the gansta fandom about 25 people pls don't let this flop besties, dej is practicing writing soft smut, i put sign language in quotation marks bc i have read in this guide that it's best to do that when writing deaf characters, my entry for @maydayaisha 'anti collab event', wc: 5.2k, minors dni !

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BEING A TEACHER IN A CITY THAT LURKED WITH TWILIGHTS AND CRIME WASN’T THE EASIEST. To you, it felt like it was the people with the most money that controlled Ergastulum. It sucked that much funding didn’t go towards the school, but you worked with what you had with the money you made. Buying little treats for your students from Gramps snacks to pencils and notebooks for students that didn’t have any. As you sat at the desk, you could hear the sound of your student Isabelle coloring in the coloring book you provided for her as you waited for her parents to pick them up. You could tell the little girl was growing impatient with each strike of the clock due to how harshly she gripped the yellow crayon in her hand. While your classroom lights flickered, you kissed your teeth when you realized that the handymen you requested to change the bub didn’t come today.

Isabelle glances up at you and your face softens. The little girl was seven and you knew that she was slowly getting a grasp on the things around her. Especially given that she was one of the only deaf students in your class. Her parents had a thing where they swarmed themselves with so much work that they forget to pick up their own child. You were frustrated and angry at the fact that they would rather keep themselves busy with their work than bother to pick up their child or show up to her little school events. You hated thinking that maybe they thought her loss of hearing was a burden. That made your stomach form the most hideous knots at the thought of it and the doe-eyed look she was giving you at the moment was ten seconds away from having your lip quiver.

You were used to it by now. She didn’t live that far away from the school, her house wasn’t even that far from your house. However, you didn’t trust the wicked streets of Ergastulum to let the little girl walk home alone. So, you found yourself walking her home no matter what.

“My parents forgot didn’t that?” Isabelle signed to you.

You could see that her bold brown eyes were beginning to water, “I’m sorry. They probably got caught up with work again,” You signed back. “Just let me finish up this lesson plan and we can head out, okay?” You soon signed back and you watched as the little girl lifted her hands to attempt to sign something back, but her movements were put to a halt when you heard a knock on your opened classroom door.

That’s when you saw him. Nicolas Brown. He wasn’t a stranger around the school—he and his friend Worick always found themselves fixing little things around the building like that one door that never actually closes or the one toilet that doesn’t flush. However, you never actually talked to either one of them. You’ve heard faint whispers about how attractive they were from other teachers, but you minded your business and ignored the mere gossip in the teacher’s lounge. You took notice that it was only him which you understood considering that you just needed a light bulb changed in the room. That task surely wouldn’t need two men to do. You didn’t say much just like him, but it was Isabelle who took note of the way he moved. It was as if she could pick up on his body language.

The little girl watched as he stood on one of the chairs to change the light bulb. Soon pushing herself from her seat and she waltzes over to him in a state of curiosity. Her head tilted to the side watching as he was changing the light bulb that your students kept complaining about. When he was done, Isabelle took the opportunity to tug at the man’s black-colored slacks he was wearing. When you glanced up after finishing the last lesson plan, you nearly leaped out of your seat seeing how close Isabelle was to him. You weren’t particularly afraid of him being around children, after all, he’s been in the school many times, it was the fact that she was in his personal space. You quickly stood up grabbing a hold of Isabelle’s hand and dragging her back to her. “You can’t be so close to people you don’t know.” You signed to her. “Please apologize.” You add.

Isabelle blinked at you a couple of times before she turned to a confused Nicolas to sign her apologies to him. Your lips parted to explain to him that she was signing that she was sorry, but to both you and Isabelle’s shock, you watched as Nicolas signed perfectly back. With Isabelle, the news that her parents forgot to pick her up causes a grey cloud to lurk over her small body, but watching Nicolas sign back to her—her face lit up so bright that you felt strings tugging on your heart. It was the same look she gave you when you successfully signed something for her. A rich feeling of being comfortable around some people.

“Okay, Isabelle. Now that Mr. Nicolas fixed our lights for us, we should get out of here. I’ll walk you home.” You signed while also speaking out loud so she could read your lips.

She gave you a nod before going to collect her belongings, while you did the same. You didn’t even notice that Nicolas was still standing in the middle of your classroom. Still astonished at the little kid signing back at him so perfectly and then struck by the sudden beauty of seeing you and the way you were gentle with the young girl. It was an experience he had never been able to experience growing up, especially with being a Twilight.

“Thank you, Mr. Nicolas. But we should really get out of here, I would hate to have to walk home in the dark,” You signed.

You watched as the once stern look that was pasted on Nicolas’s face disappeared. His posture relaxed in front of you before he’s signing, “I will walk you two to your destinations.”

Your chapstick-covered lips parted to argue, hands already going up to protest against his kind gestures. However, the tug at your charcoal grey pencil skirt by Isabelle caused you to abruptly stop. She was perfectly fine with this gentleman walking the two of you to your destination and the way she proudly led you and Nicolas out of the building showed that. The sky illuminated a faded orange color as the sun was just setting, reaching its season where it became darker earlier than usual. As you clutched at your bag, your eyes never left the child that was skipping with joy in front of you and Nicolas. The both of you basking in the silence as your feet followed Isabelle towards her home. She’s done this walk so many times that you were sure she could remember her way home blindfolded. You just didn’t trust to let her walk herself home considering her hearing being gone.

You and Nicolas’s arms lightly brushed against each other as you were walking alongside the sidewalk. You could see small shop owners prepping to close their stores for the evening. Once you could smelt the sweet scent of cherry pie that always came from Isabelle’s neighbor's house, you knew that the three of you were near. You watched as Isabelle leaned forward to let her small fist knock on the door. You took a couple of steps placing your hand on her shoulders protectively. You had to have this talk with her parents and when the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol overpowered the cherry pie scent when you saw her father.

Your face scrunched up in disgust while it seemed the grasp on Isabelle’s shoulder tighten. You didn’t want her to go in there when her father was in this state. You watched as he stepped aside to let his daughter inside the house which caused you to finally let her go. You knelt down to her sight giving her a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to come so we can walk to class together.” You signed to her.

Isabelle gave you a smile and nodded with quickness. Her eyes soon averting to Nicolas—whom you assumed walked away already now that you’ve reached Isabelle’s house. She signed a quick thank you before rushing into her home disappearing further and further inside the home. You stood up smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your pencil skirt, “Mr. Newman, I know you and your wife are extremely busy with work, but it’s important to have someone pick Isab—”

SLAM.

You jumped at the harsh door slam in your face, subtly flinching at the aggressive action done by Isabelle’s father. Your breathing hitched in your throat and your fist clenched tightly before your hand went back to knock once again. This time your knock was as harsh as the slamming of the door. When you heard the door unlocking, you could feel Nicolas's presence next to you. When Mr. Newman appeared at the door, in a span of two seconds Nicolas collected him by the collar of his shirt. The grasp he had on the drunken man was so tight that if you looked closely, you could see Nicolas’s knuckles turn white. He tugs him closer so that his mouth was near the guy’s ear. You stood there and witnessed Mr. Novak’s face turn to the most horrified expression. You even could see that his eyes begin to water at whatever Nicolas’s voice croaked in his ears. Then Nicolas released the hold he had on him, letting the man scatter to the ground and cough up apologies towards you.

“It’s okay, just please make sure to pick up Isabelle on time tomorrow and sober. I don’t want to get the cops involved,” You firmly stated before you’re twirling around and walking away from the house.

Your heart was pouncing against your chest as you realized what just happened. He defended your honor as if he was your knight in shining armor and you didn’t know what to say or react. As the two of you were walking, him promptly following you to your next destination, you stepped in front of him. The puzzled look he gave you caused your heartbeat to slow down. You now were taking in his features. Now understand why the teachers whispered about him in such a nefarious manner. He was attractive, extremely attractive.

“Thank you, I’ve always had trouble with her father.” You signed. “I can walk home by myself now.”

Even when you walked away, he still followed you like a guardian angel and you didn’t bother to protest against it. Once you stopped in front of your home, you would glance around your surroundings. You didn’t need any nosey neighbors peeking through their curtains to see the local elementary teacher letting a man into her home. You couldn’t afford to be the gossip in your small neighborhood, especially when the elderly have been urging you to settle down before your pretty looks fade away. With your keys in your hand, you would fall back on your dorr before signing to Nicolas, “To show my gratitude for you, please join me for dinner. It’s okay if you’re busy though. We can always do it another time.”

You studied his facial features, once again taking in how gorgeous he was. So caught up in your own thoughts before realizing that he had accepted your offer. His fingers snap in front of your face to break the trace that causes your cheek to heat up like a burning flame. You uttered an apology as if he could hear it before turning around to unlock the door. When you pushed the door open, you would step inside first. You turned the lamp that was in the living room on after quickly kicking off your shoes to slide into the house slippers you kept near the door.

Your house was like a sacred tomb to you. It was filled with so many memories, both good and bad and you had a thing where you just couldn’t let them go. The house was given to you when your grandparents passed away, some of the furniture once belonged to them. “I can take your jacket for you,” You signed before watching him tug off the jacket to give to you.

As he was taking off the jacket, his black colored shirt lifted slightly revealing bandages that were wrapped around his torso. You didn’t pester him about it because after all, he was just a guardian angel that looked out for you and your student. You were sure you wouldn’t see him after your kind gesture in return. After hanging up his jacket, you would motion around the living room filled with the comfortable sofa. “I’m going to start dinner in the kitchen, make sure yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? I have water, beer, wine, anything.”

“Beer would be fine.” Nicolas signed to you.

You gave him a smile and twirled away to the kitchen to give him a beer. You walked into the kitchen turned the light on and went to grab the beer to give to Nicolas. Once you returned, Nicolas was comfortably sitting down on your sofa. You just were happy that he felt comfortable even though you two were technically strangers.��

Y/N, your grandmother would faint if she saw you had a complete stranger in this house.

You placed the beer on the coffee table in front of Nicolas and eventually returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. When you cooked, you always cooked as if you were cooking for a big family. Even though it was only you that walked around this home, you still had this tendency to cook as you were cooking for a big family. Usually packing the layovers for students who didn’t have lunch or a homeless person you walked by on your way to school. You wore your kind heart on your sleeve proudly and you were confident about that. So in tune with cooking as you hummed the lyrics to a song that was stuck in your head, you nearly jumped out of your slippers when you saw Nicolas leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a book in his hand.

After putting something in the oven, you wiped your hands onto the towel as he held the book up, “Oh, I used that book to help me learn sign language for Isabelle.” You signed with a smile as stepped forward.

Nicolas was flipping through the book. It was the same one from when he was younger. He still clung to that copy also but seeing a copy that looked brand new caused his heart to feel heavy. His fingers flipped through a couple of pages to see if anything new was added to the book compared to when he was younger, but it was still the same. He went to return the book back to its rightful spot, especially since while you were in the kitchen he was snooping around your bookshelf that was in the corner of your living room.

You could hear Nicolas’s footsteps while you were moving around your kitchen grabbing plates and forks to set the table. You stopped in your tracks to look at him as he was about to sign something to you, but he stopped. Perhaps, you were overthinking it. You wanted to think that he wanted to ask more questions about you learning sign language. However, your brain was telling you a man like him could care less about such a moment like that.

An hour and thirty minutes passed until you two finally sat at the table to eat. You sipped at your wine letting your eyes watch Nicolas before going back to eating dinner yourself. Your eyes glanced down to toy with the vegetables on your plate before hearing a tap on the table.

“You learned to sign for just one student?” Nicolas signed.

You could tell that this question was the one that he wanted to ask early. His eyebrows were knitted together in curiosity before he’s leaning his body forward while sitting across from you at the circular dining room table. If he moved any closer–his knees would be brushing against yours under the table.

“Yeah, it was either that or she would have to go to a school that was too far away from her home.” You signed back. “She’s quite clever for her age, so she’s been helpful as I continue to learn.” You add before letting your hands fall to your side.

“I can teach you also,” Nicolas signed.

“You’ve done enough Mr. Nicolas.” You signed back. “I don’t want to be much of a burden in your busy schedule.” You sign.

“I’ll make time.” Nicolas signed back before his lips formed a sly smile at you that caused your heart to thump against your chest in complete love struck.

“It seems like that copy of the book you had was important to you. You can keep that copy, I have another one at the school.” You signed to him with a smile before you went back to enjoying his company and the dinner you cooked.

When Nicolas left your house with the book, his appearance in your life became frequent. Isabelle’s parents seem to get the memo to pick her up from school on time and her father even kept apologizing despite his harsh actions being pushed to the back of your mind already. Instead of walking Isabelle home as you would walk home, Nicolas would be the one constantly walking you home. Some days you were forced to ignore the dried-up blood that was on his shirt or staining the silver Twilight tag around his neck just to adore the moments between you two. ‘Cause, you cherished the walks to your house and dinners at your house before he’s rushing off with Worick. On other days you were stuck reminiscing each time his lips brushed against yours as he’s rushing out of your house with his katana. Gosh, you were lovesick.

Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned into a month of you seeing each other and one evening you could tell that something was up. It wasn’t a feeling that left worry in your mind, but you could tell something was on Nicolas’s mind. He was like one of your favorite books that you didn’t get tired of reading. You knew when something upset him, you knew when something bothered him. You just knew him.

While finishing up the aftermath of dinner, you were getting ready for bed alone. You expected tonight to be special, but Nicolas had to run out to fix something real quick. Frantically signing something along the terms of Worick needing something. It frustrated you that he would dash out here like that for Worick, but he explained the relationship between the two of them and you knew that you couldn’t get in between that. Especially considering the circumstances the two have been through since they were little. You treated the rest of the night as if it was a night before you met Nicolas. You did a little planning for your class tomorrow and you read a couple of chapters of your book before eventually letting slumber take over your body.

Forty-five minutes passed of you being asleep until you could feel the flicker of your light being switched on. You sat up and instantly rub the sleep out of your eyes before noticing Nicolas’s figure in the doorframe of your room door. You forgot you gave him a spare key to your place. He took a couple of steps forward in your room until he was at the end of your bed. You finally rubbed the rest of the sleep out of your eyes as you notice him holding the bouquet of red roses, some of them being messed up as if he was running with them.

“Nic, it’s so late. I thought you said you had to do something with Worrick.” You signed in between a low yawn but you did push the pastel-colored duvet off your body before crawling towards his frame that stood at the end of your bed. You sat on your knees in front of his huge stature collecting the roses out of his hand.

You tiredly chuckle before bringing the roses up your nose to spell them. The scent of the flowers lingering up your nose before you’re looking up at him, “You left to get these so late at night.” You signed to him with a smile as you watch him nod.

“The very last floral shop was about to close, paid extra money for them.” Nicolas signed with a sly smile. “Sorry that they’re messed up, I wanted to get back here quickly as possible.” He soon adds.

You felt your cheeks heat up while glancing at the flowers on your lap. “Why?” You sign to him and your curious eyes meet with his dark ones. Those dark eyes that once were so hard to read to you were now filled with possible love.

“It’s been a month since we first met.” Nicolas signed.

If you were in a cartoon, you would most likely die and viewers would see your transparent figure float towards the sky. You didn’t even think about what today was, but here Nicolas was leaving in the middle of the night to get you flowers for today. You excused yourself quickly to tend to the roses, being sure to place them in the living room right so they can be the first thing you see when you enter your home. When you returned to your room, Nicolas's eyes followed you with every step you took—you took the place back on the bed. Sitting on your knees and now your eyes were filled with just Nicolas. Your mind was thinking about Nicolas. Your body needed Nicolas. Your hand reached for his belt to undo it as your eyes met his in such an innocent manner but soon you felt Nicolas stop you.

“You shouldn’t feel obligated to do this just because I gave you some flowers.” He signed to you.

Regardless of his words, you could see the tent that was built in his pants. You chewed at your lower lip before signing back, “It’s what I want and what you deserve, now let me take care of you Nic.”

You watched as Nicolas’s lips parted to argue before his hands fell to his side and let you continue to push down his pants. When you finally disregarded him of the black pants he wore, your mouth watered at the bulge in his grey-colored briefs. This would be the first time you’ve seen Nicolas's cock. Late and lonely nights when you were left eager for his body, you were stuck with your own imagination of what his member would look like. Or what it would feel like inside you or in your mouth. The mere thought of it caused you to feel dizzy and your panties to be soaked.

Your finger traced alongside the band of his briefs before you tugged them down also. Teeth nibbling against your lower lip at the sight. It was like your imaginative mind was true all along. You visualized that it was thick. It was quite pretty. His perfect-shaped mushroom tip leaked with precum and his tanned colored shaft was decorated with a visible vein that obviously was noticeable due to how hard he was. You noticed that it had to be a while seeing his trimmed down there, but you didn’t care. Your mind raced with thoughts about just being sure to make Nicolas feel better. You inched closer to the edge of the bed while Nicolas was standing in front of you, his cock waiting patiently for you. Eventually, you’re enclosing the tip of his member in your mouth with ease. The salty taste of precum stains your tongue before you let your tongue wrap around it, gaining a moan from Nicolas. You flattened your tongue to attempt to fit more of Nicolas into your mouth. Your saliva already pooling outside your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You pulled apart after gagging just a bit, the string of saliva connecting from Nicolas’s tip. You inched a little closer to palm at Nicolas’s shaft and eventually placed him back into your mouth. Your hand palmed at the portions of Nicolas’s cock that wouldn’t fit into your mouth while you let your wet tongue swirl around his tip.

With each second, you spent with Nicolas’s cock in your mouth, you could hear his low whines. You felt his hand on the back of your head while he guided your movement as your head bobbed up and down mimicking the way a person would dribble a basketball. You could even feel Nicolas’s hips driving forward a little just to feel your mouth around him some more. Perhaps, he was attempting to cherish this one moment as if you were going to be taken away from him the following day. You moaned with the taste of Nicolas on your tongue and your hand reached in between your thighs to rub yourself through your panties. You were so eager for more of Nicolas that you were growing impatient. Soon, you removed yourself from his member with a pop. You let your tongue glide across your lower lip as you were finally able to give your throat a rest. At this point, you could feel your panties stick to your folds due to the wetness. You craved Nicolas immediately. “How’d you want to do this?” You signed, initiating what position he wants to do it in.

After all, this whole session was to assure the feelings between each other, but you also wanted to make Nicolas feel like the best man in the world. You watched his cheeks stain a crimson color as he fiddled with his thumbs and soon was signing to you with a quickness.

And that’s how you found yourself comfortably on top of him completely naked and ready to please him. Your pussy glides across the shaft of his dick as he grabs ahold of your face to kiss you. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth causing you to moan into the passionate kiss. Your hips grind against his hardened member eagerly before you’re forcing your way out of the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two of you as you lifted up. Nicolas’s fingertips traced alongside your collarbone to down to one of your breasts. Your nipples hardened at the sudden touch before you’re reaching behind you to grab his cock. You lifted your hips a little and lined him up with your entrance. Your juices coated the tip of his cock and you watched as Nicolas’s face scrunched up in pure pleasure. You inched yourself slowly upon his cock and bit by bit you felt him stretch you out. You could feel comforting grasps upon your body as your eyes flutter open to be met with Nicolas’s.

You rolled your hips in a manner to confirm that you were okay. The once intense feeling of you getting used to Nicolas’s cock inside of you was overpowered by the feeling of pleasure. Your head fell back with each rock of your hips, your mouth stuttered out profanity words and Nicolas’s name. Your hand prompted on his chest to hold yourself up while riding him and with the help of Nicolas's huge hands he was sure to guide the movement also.

You’ve had lovers in the past, just like you had sex with others also. But for some reason, tonight was much better than those past lovers and flings. Was it because you knew the feelings were mutual? Or perhaps it just was the heat of the moment after Nicolas' kind gesture.

“Fuck—“ You stuttered out before using your knees to bounce on Nicolas's member. You slick coating his cock with each movement on him. When you made such a lewd movement, you felt Nicolas' fingers dig into the flesh of your skin before he gave up trying to control what you were doing.

You watched with tear-filled eyes as he was eagerly watching you take his cock like a big girl. His hands found a place behind his head as if he was relaxing and watching an entertaining movie. With each dip of your hips, Nicolas’s head seems to sink further into the pillow in pleasure. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip before his eyes stared in between the space of the two of your bodies. The pornographic sight of watching his cock disappear bit by bit inside your dripping wet pussy.

Nicolas's body felt like he was undergoing a fever. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt you bottom down once again and let out a broken moan. Nicolas went years without his hearing and had no problem with it, especially considering who he lived with and has been around his whole life. But tonight he ached to hear the way your moans sound or the way you were whimpering out his name. With not being able to hear, he has learned to read your body language quite well. Just by the way your face looked fucked out at the moment, he could tell you were enjoying this just as much as he was.

He watched as you continued to ride him, your breasts moving with each glide of your hips or each bounce you’ve done on his cock. Nicolas could read your lips as you were gasping out that you were close to orgasming. His large tugged you forward so that your bodies were close to each other. Your bare breasts were now upon Nicolas's chest as his hips bucked upward. With each rock of his hips upward, you could feel the pit that sat in your lower abdomen get tighter and heavier. Sweat droplets decorated your forehead as you could only moan out begging for more like a desperate housewife. The fact that Nicolas's strong arms were wrapped around your frame completely trapping you from running from his lustful thrusting like a madman only was helping you get pushed further to the edge. You could feel the tight grip on your limbs and soon felt Nicolas thrusting become sloppy. The warm feeling of his cum squirting inside you once he felt your walls pulse around his cock caused you to instantly kiss him on the lips.

Your mind and body were distracted from the passionate kiss you and Nicolas shared to tug each other off the shared cloud of the two of you cumming. You could feel his fingertips tracing something upon your back. Your mind finally was able to mentally focus on what he was tracing until you finally realized.

I love you.

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cat-mentality · 6 months

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PLS ELABORATE ON THIS [the theory on which eggs fit which sins]

OKAY BUCKLE UP ANON!!!! This is straight up tin foil hat territory, i'm just like manifesting from nothing because it is incredibly fun in my mind

For this to make a little of sense i'm going to consider Purgatory as my catholic school taught me- A place where the sinners go to repent to their sins, either for all of eternity, if the sins are too big or too terrible, or until they have been forgiven and i'm taking Dante's inferno as my guideline on how this whole thing operates.

I'm also going with the theory that Black Cucurucho was the one responsible for taking the eggs/scaring them away, maybe to make them vulnerable and fall on his trap, is my personal theory that the Black Cucurucho is literally the anti-Federation, as in order versus chaos and as such he is looking to destroy everything the Federation is building and using the egg's to do so (and also Cellbit!!! If it's not the Rebels giving him the information i bet on Black Cucurucho more than the Feds themselves).

So, basically: The eggs get kidnapped by this new strange force (not evil per say, not more than the Federation itself, but less interested in pretending not to be, like the Anfitrião in Ordem Paranormal) and they get stuck in Purgatory, who is made by 9th circles, divided by the type of sinners they are set to punish. The tickets are the passage to get into the circles, Virgil acted as Dante's guide in this case the train will be responsible for taking them from one circle (island) to the next IF they manage to complete whatever task will be set in their way.

I believe the placement of each egg (in my delulu head) has less to do with their own sins, as the Black Cucurucho is not really interested in them but rather in the suffering he can inflict on the parents using them, but in the mortal flaw he sees on their parents.

Chayenne i would put being stuck in the 1st circle, Limbo. It's the less worse of the nine as it is the place where the unbaptized and virtuous pagan stay, endlessly walking in eternal darkness.

Why you ask me?

Well Chayenne IS the son of the Angel of Death. His other father is also a being blessed by death (or cursed with life, your pick). He worships the Blood God. He is dear to the Goddess of Death herself.

What's more pagan than that?

Besides Chayenne IS virtuous himself, he is a warrior, devout to the Blood God however not for bloodlust, but for the desire of protecting those he loves and cherishes. Little Chayenne, walking endlessly searching for his siblings, praying to his fathers' goddesses to shine a light, to show him the way, to protect his siblings, but receiving nothing back as the goddesses is forbidden from interfering with the living, even the ones toying the line into her realm.

I actually changed my mind and we are putting Tallulah in the 2nd circle, Luxury. Now, we about to play loose with the definition of luxury here as this is the circle where the damned are tormented with strong winds that drag them through hell, i'm focusing not on Luxury as a carnal sin, but rather the element of desire.

And for this we are going to consider Wilbur as the parent being punished, not Philza.

Wilbur who left for fame.

Wilbur who left for months and months and months. Who lusted for the world, who wanted to be known, who wanted to be adored, who lusted after a life of his dreams.

Wilbur who in his lust for the world forgot the one person who always considered him her whole world.

Tallulah lusting after safety, lusting for a place to belong, lusting to leave a mark in the world so that it doesn't forget her, trying to grab onto anything to prove her worth and her value but now being stuck in those winds. dragged without a destination, powerless and alone.

Pomme is then in the 3rd circle, Gluttony. The 3rd circle is the circle for those who were gluttons, who over indulged, are now stuck in pits of dirty, freezing mud, tormented by Cerberus and also a storm of snow, hail and thunder.

Etoiles, always hungry for the next fight, for the next dungeon, for the next opponent.

Baghera always hungry for answers, for things she cannot have, cannot do (she wants an explanation about what happened to her, she wants to save her friends when she cannot even save herself, she desires for the world to be good and kind).

Antoine, always hungry for power, selling his soul, his family, to achieve it. Devouring faces, devouring stories, devouring lives, swallowing everything whole until he doesn't even know who he was supposed to really be.

Pierre always hungry for connection, for warmth, hungry for those he meets, trying to fill the void in his heart with the temporary warmth of another body.

Pomme hungry for adventures, hungry to prove that she is worth of love (she remembers, those first days, the distrusts, the coldness, the way they considered not taking her and she never wants to feel that cold), Pomme being stuck, helpless when she knows so very well that helplessness gets you killed, that it makes you weak and unworthy.

The 4th circle, Avarice is empty, of the eggs at least. A respite, as much as they can have in that place.

They find Ramon in the 5th circle, Wrath. Localized on the Styx, the river that cuts through the Purgatory, made of boiling water and blood, that is the place where the wrathful are locked on eternal fights on the surface of the river, on the bottom the sullen are forever stuck drowning on the things they never got to say.

Fit who lived his whole life in a desolate wasteland where fighting was the only thing he could do. Fit who knew no rest, no peace, no sound of those fighting and those dying.

Fit who fought his whole life, who is still fighting, who doesn't know how to rest, who doesn't know how to forgive, who chokes on his wrath, who forces it down his throat because he wants to be better but anger was all that he knew during most of his life.

Fit who looks at those people in their eternal battle, bleeding and making others bleed for no reason, with no end in sight, with no real purpose but to cause harm, and feels at home.

Ramon who tries so hard to be light, to support and help his father in whatever he needs, who drowns his own feelings because he doesn't want to bother others, because he wants to be the rock they can lean on, drowning at the bottom of the Styx.

Leonarda is on the 6th circle, Heresy. This is the circle where the sinners had the intention of sinning, the one destined to those who denied the existence of god, who went against the beliefs of their time, and now they lay on open graves as fire burns them.

And what is Foolish if not a non believer?

He believes in no god, no authority, no deity. He believes in himself, he believes in his family, he believes in what he thinks is right.

Oh he plays pretend of course, he smiles at the Federation, he works for them, he joins the Ordo, he participates in their reunions, but do he believe in any of them? Does he commit to one dogma over the other?

Of course not.

Foolish is a non believer. He will join the side that offers him the most, he will betray them as easily as he joined, he will jump from a place to another as long as that keeps his family safe, as long as that is what is better for them.

Foolish who sins and smiles as he does so.

Little Leonarda who believes in her Pa above everything and anything else, burning in a never ending fire. Little Leonarda who doesn't give a fuck about anything else as long as he is okay, as long as he is by her side, who would follow him into whatever mess he got himself into, who couldn't care less about other's morals or expectations, who would gladly sin as long as they are together.

Richarlyson is on the 7th circle, Violence. This circle is actually divided in three parts but i think only two would be used the Valley of the Phlegethon where the ones who were violent against others were submerged on a river of the blood of those they hurt, and the valley of the suicidal, where those who were violent against themselves became either trees, eaten by harpies or chased by hungry dogs.

And well, it's self explanatory isn't it?

Who has spilled more blood than Cellbit? Between the war, the prison and not the Island he has enough blood on his account to drown them all.

Forever? Oh there are bloodbaths in his past too. There is rage that blinds, that takes hold of him and only leaves when he is standing in the aftermath of a carnage.

Mike does not mind blood. Never has, never will.

And who hurts Pac more than he does himself? Who hates Cellbit more than he hates himself? Who blames Forever for things, more than himself?

They may turn their rage against the world, may bath it into blood, may spill it until rivers form but they drown themselves in it too.

And Richarlyson? Little boy who saw too much, who knew death and suffering too early, who lives at war with a part of himself who wants nothing but to hurt and destroy.

Finally, Dapper is on the 8th circle, Fraud. This circle has ten pits in it, each designated to a type of sinner with their own punishment, raking from being whipped by demons to being submerged into boiling tar or being dressed into shiny clothes who were as heavy as lead.

And what is BadboyHalo if not a fraud?

Who even knows who he truly is, what he truly thinks? Probably not even himself.

This is a man of many layers and many masks, a man who presents himself in any way he thinks is right regardless of what he truly feels or thinks, this is a man who will lie to anyone, including himself.

This is a man who embodies every single sin punished, who could easily be put into any of the pits. Is he not a seducer? Is he not a liar and a thief? Corrupted by his own darkness? A hypocrite, to others and to himself? Does he not sow discord, does he not give bad advice?

And isn't Dapper too much like their father? Little Dapper who lies and lies and lies, who hides behind her own masks, who is now being punished because they do not know who they truly are underneath all the masks.

And the 9th circle, the last one?

Betrayal.

Sometimes the only way to leave hell, to leave Purgatory, is to be worse than the devils.

#can't believe being catholic is relevant for a minecraft theory #weirdest sentence i ever typed in my whole life #this got so long fuck me i guess #but im not putting it under read more #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp philza #qsmp brazilians #qsmp french #i'm not tagging everyone fuck that #qsmp fic #qsmp foolish #qsmp wilbur #anon im so sorry #11pm and im unhinged

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onskepa · 11 months

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Can I request a headcanon for A'onung with a shy and like softie reader? Pls-

_(:3 」∠)_

Heeeeeeeeey! thanks for the request! hope I did justify your desire!

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Yuey

I think we can all agree that ao'nung is a cocky little shit that sweet tsireya has to deal with every day.

But she doesnt have to deal with it alone. Oh no. When there is a sweet, there is a sweeter one.

A shy girl lives amongst the Metkayina clan. She is very quiet and more than often keeps things to herself.

It's not that she is anti social, its just she is painfully shy. When she tries to talk to others, her words get all jumbled up and anything that comes out of her mouth sounds like odd sounds.

More than likely, everyone knows she is around, but doesnt do much to talk to her. Except for surprisingly, Ao'nung.

Ao'nung has known the shy girl for a while. Was surprised that he never known nor met her in his entire life, despite both living in the same island, in the same clan.

He met her in a form of wanting to trade the fish he caught for some pretty shells the girl had. But the girl was so painfully shy that she just dropped her basket and ran.

After some time, and actual effort, Ao'nung managed to get the shy girl to speak to him, via a bit stuttering, but managed to complete sentences and be a bit more confident to speak to him.

Despite his brash attitude, Ao'nung likes the shy girl, her little quirks and the way her ocean eyes look at him, and only him.

He enjoys the little things she does to get his attention, be it a little tug on his tail, small taps on his shoulders, or just looks at him waiting to say something.

Despite being shy, the metkayina girl is really good at creating jewelry from seashells and other materials. She would give away her creations and not ask anything in return. Rather just enjoy the smiles and happiness other na'vi So it is no surprise that she would often gift Ao'nug jewelry as gifts, as means to show affection and gratitude from being her friend.

Sometimes Ao'nug is so proud he will parade around the village to show off was his shy friend did for him.

In time, Ao'nug developed a soft, loving, caring, very protective side for his shy friend. Would begin to nick name her "Yuey".

"good morning ma'yuey", "where are you going yuey? mind if I join?", "did you make something for me ma'yuey?", "ma'yuey why must you be so cute?"

Would tease her by addressing her with "ma". To slowly display his real affections towards her, slowly as to not scare her or give her the wrong idea.

She does blush every time he does, and ask him to stop or not to say it in front of others. But he loves the blushing look so much, he would do it on purpose in front of everyone and smile as his yuey weakly hits him. Which feels like mere tickles.

Should anyone bother, or mistreat his dear Yuey, he wont hesitate to start a fight. Which has happened, thankfully, not all too often.

But the times it has happened, Rotxo would join in those fights. Tsireya would try to stop them but it be the shy girl to disrupt the fights with a simple tear. Making Ao'nug quickly stop. And treat any small wounds he has.

She wont stay mad at Ao'nug, pout definitely, and be annoyed with Ao'nug calls her pouts "cute" and "adorable" and would poke at her cheeks.

"your cheeks are so cute ma'yuey how can I not?", "I'm sorry yuey", "ma'yuey, can I pinch your cheeks?", "yuey, you're adorable when you pout"

Ao'nug for sure begin to see a future with his lovely Yuey, perhaps with a steady flow, get his yuey to be more confident in herself, but still be gently, and soft to the others.

Heck, Ao'nug would begin to secretly make courting gifts, and perfect and hone his skills as to impress his yuey, and pray to Eywa that the shy girl sees him the way he does to her.

But he wont present them until his sweet girl is ready or begins to show her feelings for him.

Which we all know, she low-key down bad for him. But wont say anything due do over thinking of the possibility of being rejected.

When will they confess? only Eywa knows the answer to that.

Yuey = beautiful [inner beauty]

Thank you Mandomaterial for this request! I hope it is to your liking!

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siren

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lee minho x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | mythical au, angst – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | rumours circulating around the sirens being malicious creatures, you meet a friendly siren and discover the real truth about them.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | siren ! minho, human ! reader, mythical creatures, platonic relationship, mentions of parental death, siren death, blood, hunting of sirens, hunting weapons mentioned (spears, machete), angst, alcohol addiction, small mention of minsung, estranged father, murder, jealousy, mature themes and language, violence ( if i missed any, pls lmk! )

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 11k ~ (11,541)

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dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

rumour has it that as soon as the moon is full and at its highest in the sky, the sirens come out to play. you live by the sea, a measly thousand of you live in a small, yet communal village. the houses are thatched with stone walls and straw roofs. plantation, such as vines slowly growing on the walls, making its way to the highest points of the homes.

every morning, when you awake, you're greeted by the buzzing sounds of the sales people in the marketplace trying to bargain a deal and get people to come to their stall. people want money more than they need it, so they're willing to ‘steal’ some customers from others, whether they're friends or not with the competition. the first thing you smell is the salt from the sea but also from the fish the fishmongers are gutting and selling.

you used to hate it, but now you've grown immune to it. not a single day goes by that you don't hear of these “sirens”. tales far and wide about how they seduce sailors with their sickly sweet tunes before wrapping their arms around their necks and dragging them deep into the sea–holding them close until they drown.

you don't believe it, you refuse to believe that such a beautiful creature could be so malicious. however, your father is a sailor. a captain to be precise. despite the tales of these horrific murders, the sailors of the town actively hunt for them, killing them for their shimmering scales to be used for jewellery and their blood to be used as an anti-aging agent.

trophy awards.

your father leads the best crew in the village. how are they the best? because not one of them has died nor have they come back empty handed. your father tries to play it off, but he's a proud man. you can see that by the way he gloats in the cheers, the clapping, the females kissing his cheek and clinging to his arm.

you've always wanted to go on these adventures, but your father always said no. claims it’s far too dangerous for someone like you. it's true you have very little knowledge about boats and the sea but you're the child of a captain, you have your wits about you.

you've never seen nor heard of someone in your town passing due to the sirens, which is odd considering how close of a community everyone is. everyone knows everything about everyone in the village, nothing is secret. so why is it that it's only the sirens you see? being lifted up in a fishnet that's so small, they're curled up, thrashing around, snarling and hissing. desperation kicking in as they try and rip the net to break free.

you've seen it. you've seen it all. it's hard not to be subjected to it when your father is proud of what he does. every time you come face to face with the captured creature, you see tears in their eyes. the tears glistening in the moonlight, their eyes begging you to help them. they're weak. they're scared and they're fragile.

they're not the murderous monsters they're made out to be and you feel just as trapped as they do; the only difference is, you're alive.

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“oh please father! please take me with you on your expedition!” you beg as you watch your father gather up a map and a compass. it's the last day of the month, meaning it's time for the monthly hunt. the moon is high in the sky, full and shining on the water making it shimmer and look magical.

you hate this. you hate when this day approaches because the crew never comes back empty handed. you've lost count of how many sorrowful and pleading eyes you've made contact with. how many blood curdling screeches you've heard. you've only ever seen the creatures alive and judging by their desperate wails, that's the only time you wish to see them.

“no, my dear! i can't risk you going on that ship with me and my men. it's dangerous out there.”

“but father, i promise i’ll be safe. i’ll follow the rules and won't dare make eye contact with the sirens.” that's a lie. if anything, you're dying to meet them. you want to see first hand if they really are as dangerous as the rumours say they are. you refuse to believe such a telltale without seeing it for yourself.

your father heaves a heavy sigh, hand gathering and stroking his long beard as he looks at you. you pout a little, using puppy eyes on him to which he tuts at. he turns on his heels, beckoning you to follow with a simple nod of his head.

you silently cheer before quickly following your father. as expected, the village folk are surrounding your home plus the ship. they cheer for him, wishing him and his crew a safe trip. your father soaks it all up, basking in the attention that he loves and adores so much even though he denies loving it.

you walk onto the ship, watching as the crew scramble and await their captain's orders. you stand next to your father, watching and listening to how he and the crew operate.

“listen here men.” your father starts, his voice bold and bellowing in the harsh cold night, echoing far far away. “tonight is a full moon. we all know what that means! standard protocol, do not make contact with the sirens, do not speak with them, don't even think about looking at them. we hunt, that is all!”

“yes captain!” the men shout together before scrambling to do the duties they've been assigned to. your father turns to you, smiling at you.

“that also applies to you too yn. these sirens can kill. they're dangerous, vile monsters that show no mercy.”

“i know father. i promise i will be safe.” your father hums before going below deck. you roll your eyes at him, watching the crew do their jobs as the ship takes off.

it sails east, towards rocks and plants. east is where the sirens live, it's their home. the air is chilly, wind in the sails as they flutter. the waves crash against the boat with the salty, fish smell of the sea hitting and tickling your nostrils. the moonlight hitting the clear water, making it shimmer and glitter. the sky is clear but it's an eerie black. could this be a sign of things to go wrong?

you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't nervous about meeting the sirens. all you've ever heard about is bad things, how they kill quickly and are not afraid to hunt. once they have a target, they hunt and don't rest until the target is eliminated. that alone should be enough to put you off and make you feel terrified of them–but it doesn't.

all you can think about is how pitiful and helpless they look when captured. how all you can see in their eyes is them begging for help. tears that shimmer in the moonlight slowly trickle down their cheeks. they know, they always know. maybe that's why they never put up a fight.

the ship halts abruptly causing you to quickly grab onto the side to stop yourself from going overboard. your father returns to the top deck, his brows furrowed and confusion lacing his features.

“why have we stopped?!”

“i don't know sir. we just suddenly halted.” an uneasy atmosphere fills the air. fear sinks into your stomach as it grows eerily quiet. you slowly look around as the men plus your father stand frozen in time, eyes darting from left to right to track any signs of danger.

and that's when you hear it–the song of the sirens.

an eerily, yet sweet and melodic tune. a soft hum, if you will. a tune that's designed to distract the hunters. your heart thumps against your chest rapidly, short puffs of air escape your nostrils. the tune increases in volume, getting louder and louder signalling that they're close.

the men scurry, grabbing their tools and nets. they shout out orders to each other, telling everyone to get ready and to prepare themself.

the ship rocks. once. twice. three times. the once calm water now splashing and foaming at the surface. you slowly turn and look down in the water, overcoming that fear that is currently shackling you. you swallow thickly, your throat and lips dry with fear.

and that's when you see it. the silhouettes of a group of sirens swimming under the ship, surrounding it. they slowly rise to the surface, the eerie tune still playing and enchanting you.

the surface of the water bubbles and ripples. the top of a head appears first before its face. you gasp as you come face to face with a siren.

his skin greyish blue with hints of purple. eyes black and wide. his hair slicked back and gills on the side of his neck. lips plump and round, teeth pointy and sharp. shimmering, iridescent scales travel up from his neck to his cheeks.

you make the mistake of making eye contact with it. you tilt your head as you stare at the beautiful creature. he blinks at you, tilting his head also before reaching up. his nails are pointy and sharp but his hands look so soft and welcoming.

you're entranced, caught in a spell. the chaos behind you has long gone, a distant buzz in the background as you fall in love with the siren whose name you have yet to learn.

you reach down to touch his skin, leaning over the side of the ship. your feet lifting up off the floor and dangerously dangling as you reach further and further until your fingertips touch briefly. his skin isn't what you thought it would’ve felt like. from that brief touch, he feels soft and tender. you wanted more, to touch him some more, to learn about him and his kind but you're suddenly brought back down to reality from your father suddenly yanking you back.

“get back you foul, disgusting creature!” the siren hisses, baring its sharp teeth at him before his eyes flicker to you. you bite your lip, the siren staring at you as if it's trying to figure you out. maybe it knows that you're different from the rest.

“i said–” your father grabs a spear, aiming it at the siren and throwing it. “get back!” the spear hits, causing the siren to let out a pained wail.

“no!” you blurt out, rushing to the side of the ship, knocking your father to the side. your eyes fill with tears as you watch blood pool around the siren tainting the water black. the siren gives you a sad look before diving underwater and swimming away.

“don't go..” you whisper, wanting to help the poor, defenceless creature. anger bubbles to the surface but you bite your tongue and bear it.

“what did i tell you, you stupid child!” your father grabs you by the shoulders as he shouts in your face. his face beet red with anger, spit flying from his dry lips. you clench your jaw and bite your tongue as you endure the lecture.

your gut feeling was correct this whole time. sirens are not murderous but in fact, just poor defenceless creatures who are simply fighting back.

you'll never forget the way the siren smiled so warmly, so lovingly at you. a creature that shows such emotions could never be so malicious.

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you haven't been back at sea since that night. your father refuses to have you on the ship and to make matters even worse, a new rumour has circled the village. as soon as your feet hit the dry land that night, your father was quick to bellow out and spread malicious information about how a male siren tried to seduce you in hopes of killing you. you tried so hard to defend yourself, to defend the creatures but your father is loud. he has power and you're just his child, nothing more.

you can’t get the siren out of your head. every time you close your eyes, you're back with him again. how beautiful he looked. the curiosity in his eyes as you stared at each other, the small tilt of his head. the way his greyish-blue skin would glimmer under the full moon and the way he was quick to retract his hand in fear when your fingertips touched for a brief second.

your dreams started off small. you were always back on the boat, gazing into the siren's black eyes before being abruptly awake from your father pulling you away. until one night, your dream escalated. a whole new scenario started to play.

you're sitting on a rock by the siren's home. the waves crashing around you and that salty sea air tickling your nostrils. the siren swims up to you and touches you ever so gently. he would stare at you as he places his hand on your cheek gently and watch as you lean in. you feel alive and wanted. your worries wash away from a simple touch by him. you forget about your life as a human, forget about your father and the way he treats you; it's just you and the siren in that moment under a full moon.

you have to go see him again..

you grab your coat and boots, lacing them up before quietly walking out of your bedroom. you tiptoe, avoiding every squeaky floorboard you know the old house has. you hold your breath, your ears perking up at any small noises.

you quietly tiptoe your way down the stairs, looking around to notice your father is still up–which isn't too uncommon. your father likes to stay up late after a hunt to admire his treasures whilst sipping on the most expensive brand of whisky. old folk songs play on a record player as he slurs along to the lyrics, waving his glass in one hand and his machete that's coated in thick black siren blood in the other.

your blood boils as you see the blood. your mind rushing and instincts kicking in, telling you to take that machete and slice him, but you maintain yourself. you can't go to prison without seeing that siren again, can you?

as you sneak past his office, the stench of alcohol and old tobacco fills your nostrils making you retch. you ever so slowly slide the metal bolt, holding your breath as you turn the old brass knob.

only when you feel the harsh night air hitting your face do you breathe. you rush to the dock, your legs going at max speed as your muscles tense to help you move faster. it wasn't until you reached the dock and looked out at all the ships and fishing boats did you realise that you don't know how to navigate one.

“oh no..” you mumble to yourself, chewing your bottom lip. you can't turn back now, you've made it this far plus, having to sneak past your drunk father is something you'd rather not do again. you desperately chew your bottom lip as you struggle to think, the pressure of knowing that time is of the essence getting to you slowly but surely.

panic starts to settle in, your heart thumping against your chest erratically. you know it’s only a matter of time before one of the towns folks sees you out past midnight and returns you back home. as your eyes desperately scan and dart left to right, your prayers have been answered as you see a small rowing boat tied to the docks by worn out rope.

you cheer to yourself as you run over to the boat. you struggle to untie the rope due to your fingers being ice cold and red but with much perseverance, you managed; now you just pray there are still oras in the boat.

as you clamber onto the boat, careful not to go overboard due to the consistent rocking motion, you settle down and grab the stranded oras before setting off to your destination–wherever that may be.

you put all your might into rowing the boat, using your arms and whole body. the harsh wind continually blows through your hair and hits your face, causing the tip of your nose and cheeks to turn red. the wind also causes your eyes to dry up which is a hassle considering everything slowly becomes blurry with the constant tears filling them up and rolling down your cheeks.

the night is harsh but the waters are ever harsher. the boat rocks from side to side, water splashing along the side and inside, getting your boots and clothing soaked. the smell of salt and sea life fills your nostrils, a smell you're so used to but at this current moment in time, it's slowly making you feel nauseous.

could it be the nerves? could it be because ever since you met that siren, it’s all you’ve been thinking about? or is it the fact that you can't get out of your head the way the water slowly turned black as your father injured the poor creature and the look of desperation on the siren's face, one you have seen countless of times.

you stop the boat to look around. nothing but darkness and unusual calm waters is all you see. you chew your bottom lip as you wait. and wait. and wait.

the need to see that siren is so great, you'd do anything and everything. so close to tears as you sit and wonder if you will never see it again, you let out a shaky breath and pick up the oars to row back to shore.

as the wooden oars splash in the water, an eerie feeling fills the air, sucking the air out of your lungs drastically. you look down in the water, the feeling all too familiar. unfortunately, the water is calm, not a wave in sight as you bore holes into the water, eyes scanning left and right as you search for it.

and then you find it.

those shimmering scales you have longed to see coming into view before disappearing under the boat. you quickly look to the other side to see the siren swimming before diving deeper until it's out of view.

“don't go..” you whisper meekly. “i want to see you again.”

feeling a sudden wave of disappointment, that this whole thing was a waste, the water bubbles as small rings of water increase in size as that all too familiar face slowly unveils itself from the blanket of sea water.

you let out a small gasp as the siren rises up to you. you didn't realise it until your faces become mere inches from each other that you're dangling off the side of the boat once again.

“you..” he cautiously says. “you're that human from the other night.” his voice is so calming, so soft that it shocks you a little. his head tilting to the side as his black pupils scan along your face to take in every detail and feature.

“you talk.” you whisper. you take in every detail of the siren. from the colour of his skin, the way his scales shimmer in the moonlight, his pouty lips and noticeable bunny teeth.

“of course i talk. do you think we sirens just sit in silence when communicating with others?”

“ah!” your face flushes red as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. “no! that's not what i meant. i just thought–”

“why are you here?” the siren interrupts. he swims back a little, his eyes piercing into your soul.

“i wanted to see you.”

“see me? why would a mere human want to see someone like me?”

“i wanted to find out, to see for myself if what everyone says about your kind is true.” the siren scoffs.

“pathetic.”

“excuse me?” your brows furrow at the statement. it's understandable that the siren has his guard up, but your pride can't help but feel a little hurt.

“you humans are so pathetic, it makes me sick.” you watch the siren swim around your boat. “you kill our kind. you destroy our homes. you rip apart families and for what?! for some trophy awards?”

“no! that's not me. i–”

“if anything, you humans are monsters, not us!” he hisses.

“i know! i know! i agree, believe me. i don't know what to say to make you trust me, your anger and distrust is valid. i just wanted to see if you were ok.”

“what?” the siren's brows furrow together.

“the human that hit you with a spear is my father. i wanted to see if you was ok because you're all i've been thinking about! i just wanted to know if you were alive and well again. i mean no harm, i promise you!”

“how can i trust you, human.”

“i give you my life.” you boldly state. “if you feel threatened by me, i willinging give you my body and soul.”

“you're interesting.” the siren whispers as it swims to the side of the boat. it holds onto the wood, his sharp nails making indentations.

“see that rock over there?” he points to which you look in that direction before nodding. “meet me. we can talk more there.”

before you get a chance to respond, the siren, whose name you've yet to learn, dives underwater and swims to the rock. you follow suit by rowing the boat as fast as you can, ignoring the growing burn of your muscles.

to no surprise, the siren is already at the rock. sitting on the side, its shimmering tail dipped in the water as it moves the fins up and down impatiently, watching the water splash and ripple around it.

“you're slow.” he says with a smirk. you roll your eyes as you cautiously step out of the boat. only when your foot is on solid ground do you let out a breath. you sit on the rock beside the siren.

“no. you're just fast.” you say with a mumble. the siren laughs softly, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his fangs show.

you take a brief second to really take in the sirens features. it's a creature but it's nothing you've ever seen before. would it be wrong of you to say that you find the siren handsome?

“why are you here? truthfully.” the siren looks at you, your breath being taken away as the moonlight from behind shines on him. he pushes his hair back, slicking it and keeping it away from his eyes as his brows furrowed together.

“i wanted to see you.”

“why?”

“i've already told you why.” you sigh.

“sorry. i've only ever known one human to be truly interested in our kind. that's what makes you interesting to me.”

“i'm just an ordinary human. i get curious.” you say with a shrug.

“are all humans like you?”

“what do you mean by that?”

“curious. are all humans curious.”

“we're curious species.” you say with a shrug. “we wonder and ask questions about things that capture our interests. we indulge in said interests too.”

“why?”

“because it can make us happy and feel something.” the siren hums and looks back at the water.

“you're very kind.” he says suddenly. “and warm.”

“i am?” you whisper, shuffling a little closer to the siren. you watch his tail play in the water, the way the water ripples and splashes around it so perfectly.

“mhm. most humans i encounter are cold and vicious. also selfish, like they have a black aura around them. we get chills every time we hear the sails of the ships and the bells ringing.”

“then why do you fight?” you ask. the siren looks at you, his eyes suddenly soft and slowly filling with tears.

“because you killed us.” you chew your bottom lip, the bitter air hitting your face as you cautiously reach up and wipe away a stray tear that's rolling down the siren's cheeks.

you take a brief note about how soft his skin is. you expected him to feel slimy and disgusting, but his skin is silky smooth and soft. he leans into your touch, the warmth from your hand feeling so blissful to him. he feels safe. for the first time in however many years, he feels safe with a human.

his eyes flutter shut as he softly nuzzles into your palm. you watch him feeling a sense of nurture towards the creature.

“i won't hurt you or your family.” you whisper as the siren's eyes flutter open to look at you. “i'm not like them. i'm different.”

“i know.” the siren says as it lifts its head up from your palm. “i can sense it, don't worry. you feel warm, like a warm hug on a winter's day. you pose no threat to me.”

you give the siren a soft smile as the moon slowly starts to fade away into the horizon, preparing for the morning sunrise. your eyes widen a little as you rush to the boat, the siren looking at you all confused.

“i have to leave! i have to get back before my father wakes up and realises i'm not there.”

“your father keeps a tracker on you or something?” the siren scoffs, amused by your panicked state.

“no.. well.. not exactly. he's protective. has been ever since i lost my mother.”

“oh..” the siren mumbles, taken aback by your statement. “how did she pass if i may ask.”

you sit in the boat and grab the ores as you look at the siren. you press your lips together in a thin line before ushering the words to it.

“my father told me that the sirens killed her..”

“what?!” the sirens brows furrow, the colour red in his peripheral vision. it dives under the water before resurfacing at the side of the boat.

“that's bullshit!”

“are you calling my father a liar?” you scoff.

“yes! yes i am! we sirens would never, ever hurt humans! we only do because you started this war! humans and sirens used to live together so peacefully, we were a unit, helping one another! we were a community! we sirens valued and treasured the humans and vowed to give our lives to them. i guess we kept that vow, even to this day.”

the siren mutters the last sentence in bitterness. he seems genuine and that's what is worrying you. a time where sirens and humans were one seems absurd; but not impossible. you recall back to the times where you have tried to question your father about your mother's death only to be shut down in an instant.

and then it clicks. the war between humans and sirens only happened once the rumours started to unfold–right after your mother's death.

“fuck.. i have to go!” the siren nods his head, understanding of the situation.

“will i see you again?” he asks, head tilting to the side. you smile warmly and nod.

“yes. yes you will.” the siren grins and watches you row away. only then did you realise you didn't know his name.

“hey!” you shout “i don't know your name!”

“minho! my name is minho!”

“cute name, i'm yn!”

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“we sirens would never, ever hurt humans!”

those same words repeating over and over again in your mind. it has been a week since you last saw minho, purely because you got caught last time. some arrogant woman saw you getting out off the row boat and sneaking back to your house. she decided to make it her mission to let it be known to your father, which you highly disliked.

your father wasn't very happy with you, practically grounded you and kept you house bound. he went as far as to lock up the house and take the keys with him, leaving you trapped inside the same four walls.

the more you learnt about the sirens, the more you started to see your father's true colours. something was off about him and it has been noticeable for a while. it's your mother's death anniversary coming up and you put it down to that however, his aura and mannerisms towards you feel so different. you can't quite put your finger on it but you have a gut feeling that a storm is coming.

you tap your pen impatiently against your notebook, words scribbled on the page that reflects your thoughts. a candle burning to the side in a candle holder, the yellow and orange flame flickering and dancing around as wax drips down the sides. your father has gone out on his usual expedition, it was only a matter of time until he returns with another helpless siren.

you look to the side, a picture of you and your mother together in a brown wooden photo frame. you smile softly to yourself, reaching out and placing your finger on the glass where your mother's cheek is on the photo.

“i miss you mother. god, i miss you so much.” you whisper, eyes filling with tears suddenly as your body feels heavy with grief. you wipe away a few fallen tears hastily with the back of your hand before letting out a shaky sigh.

you pick up the frame to take a closer look and to reminisce in the memories. the photo was taken on a warm summer's day. your mother was dressed in her best summer dress; a yellow, soft fabric with straps and sunflowers decorating it. white sandals on her feet and her hair up in a typical fashioned bun.

she dressed you to match her, she always has. her smile is so bright in the picture as she holds you proudly. the longer you look at the photo, the sadder you feel; until you notice something you've never seen before.

you squint your eyes as you hold the picture closer to you. there in the background are two, possibly three, sirens photo bombing the picture.

“what the–” and then you see him. minho. you let out audible gasps, more and more questions swimming around your head. how old is minho exactly? how does he know your mother? does he know that you're the child of the women he seems so fond of? everything minho has said has been true, meaning you can no longer trust your own blood that is in the form of your father.

you chew your bottom lip as you place down the picture. you sit back in your seat, needing some time to process the whole situation. this whole time you and many others were led to believe that sirens were dangerous when all this time, they're nothing but harmless creatures.

all the jumbled up puzzle pieces, all the unanswered questions slowly forming together and creating a much bigger, and possibly dangerous, picture.

you pick the frame up again to stare at minho. you shake it a few times hoping it's just your eyes playing tricks on you but nothing. it's real and it's true.

however, there's still one more question you have left that's been unanswered for years–how did your mother die exactly?

you've tried to ask your father multiple times only to be shut down with a lame excuse or the same story of “the sirens killed her” you did believe it, when you were younger, but now you're old and much more mature. you're seeing things in a new light and noticing the lies and fake lives everyone around you is playing. it's fair to say that it makes you sick to your stomach.

you remember seeing a safe tucked away under your father's bed, maybe there you will find what you've been searching for!

you stand from your seat, walking to his bedroom. you don't have to worry about being caught because you know he will be gone for some time. you open the wooden door, the hinges screeching at you as you walk inside. the stench of booze and cigarette smoke lingers in the air like a thick cloud that tickles and hugs your nostrils.

you grimace as you kneel on the cold wood flooring beside the double bed that's decorated in blue and white sheets. you look under as your heart pounds against your chest. there's a good chance of the safe not being there but when your eyes rest upon it, you breathe a shaky sigh of relief.

you reach under, your fingertips touching the cold metal of the safe. you pull it out towards you, chewing your lip when you come to yet another problem; the code.

you punch in the numbers of your birthday, wiggling the door and letting out a frustrated groan. you try different number combinations, birthdays, special dates, even attempting the typical ‘1234’ code but nothing.

“bastard!” you shout as you slam your hand down on top of the safe, a hefty sigh of annoyance leaving your chest. you look around the room for any clues, your impatience growing and growing until you notice a certain picture of your father on his bedside table.

standing by the boat, a big proud grin on his face as he's holding a deceased siren by the tail, his fat finger pointing at it like some sort of trophy award.

‘my first catch!’ plus a date labelled on it. you punch the numbers into the safe, cheering as the door clicks and opens. you close your eyes and take a shaky breath in.

“well, here goes nothing.” you mumble as you open the door whilst opening your eyes at the same time. the door opens wide revealing its contents to you. with shaky hands, you pick up the stacks of papers and photos that's been collecting dust for god knows how long.

nothing too important unfortunately. just documentation, photos, a few trinkets and dead flowers. the more notes and documentation you come across, the more defeated you slowly start to feel. the pile inside the safe shrinks as a pile beside you stacks up until you reach the very last stack of papers.

picking them up, your heart stops beating for a mere second. a photo of your mother and father together, looking happy and in love. you smile softly recalling that since the death of your mother, you haven't seen your father look genuinely happy.

you flick through the photos. old photos of your mother and father being together, being at fairs and picnics. holding you as a small baby, your first smile, your first tooth, your first everything. photos and photos of your father being completely smitten for you and your mother.

he once was a happy man. a man that felt on top of the world and had everything he could ever want and more; a family. but all that changed and now, you and your father's relationship is little to none.

“such a shame. how did we become like this.” you sigh, heart feeling heavy. some days you wish you and your father could be how you used to be but you know that that's not going to happen any time soon.

“what the…” you trail off as you come across a photo of your mother and minho, smiling and looking happy. minho is handing her a basket full of fish. your mother smiling brightly as she is happily taking the basket.

you flick through the pictures, your mouth dry and heart thumping harder and harder. nausea slowly settles into the pit of your stomach creating a thick blanket. pictures and pictures of your mother and minho along with other sirens and members of the village looking happy and unified.

events, festivals, handing over fish, pearls and scales. seaweed and algae. nothing screams dangerous to you. a box rests at the bottom of the safe along with an envelope that's sealed tight with a red wax seal.

you open up the black box to be greeted with a pearl necklace. you let out an audible gasp, the pearls an iridescent white and pink that shimmers in the light. your mouth is now dry as ever as that sick feeling has risen to your throat. your stomach holding a dead weight, dragging you down.

with shaky hands, you reach for the envelope. in cursive writing, which you assume is your mother's, is your name. you open it up, the musk smell of paper, ink and perfume tickles your nose hairs.

‘to my darling child. it is time. this letter holds all the answers to your questions. i know you have been searching and going around and around in circles. i know you have asked your father, the man whom i once loved, for answers only to be met with a brick wall. my darling child, he has lied to you.

everything that you have been told up to this point has been a lie. humans and sirens were once united. the sirens would hunt for us, provide us with fresh fish to gut and beautiful pearls to sell. seaweed would be gathered and used as herbs, algae as an alternative for face masks. the sirens adored us and we adored them. sirens are committed and senseless creatures, they are harmless and only fight when threatened.

i started to grow very close to a certain siren. his name is lee minho. a beautiful creature with a heart full of gold. he was adored by many. i loved him as much as he loved me. we grew fond of each other but we were nothing but friends, that it all! the human world should never mix in with a sirens world in that sense and vice versa.

however, your father grew jealous and jealousy can turn a man bitter and cold.

as soon as you turned two years old, your father started to act strange around me. he became addicted to drink, he would scream and shout at me almost every night, accusing me of doing such preposterous things with a creature. i loved lee minho, yes but i loved your father much more! we created a life together and built what we had together but still, that wasn't enough for him.

i fear for my life. the darkness i see in your father's eyes is suffocating and it fills my body up with fear. i fear for your life, i pray to God every night that he keeps you safe and that your father doesn't lay a single finger on you. i'm scared of the man i used to love. he is filled up with jealousy and hatred so much so, that i don't even recognise him anymore.

my child, know this. if i am not alive anymore, know that your father murdered me in cold blood. he has reached the darkest pits of despair, jealousy consuming his whole body. i love you my child and i know that you will do the right thing.’

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“minho!!” you call out. your voice shaky, cheeks wet with tears. you park the boat at the rock where you two first spoke, sitting on the cold and wet surface as you clutch the letter you've just read.

“minho, where are you?!” your broken sobs echoing in the night. the night is silent, not even a whisper of the wind ruffles the leaves of the trees.

“i need you..” your voice trails off as you break down in broken sobs. you've read the letter over and over again at least ten times by now, the words refusing to sink into your brain. you have all the answers, the jigsaw pieces put into place, yet nothing makes sense!

“fuck fuck fuck fuck!” you repeat through your broken sobs and hiccups. breath catching in your throat making it difficult to breath, heart heavy and mind nothing but a puddle of a jumbled mess.

“hey!” a familiar voice brings you out of your broken trance. you heave a sigh of relief as you come face to face with a familiar face. his eyebrows furrowed together as he swims to the rock.

“minho! you're here.” you hiccup.

“of course i am silly. it's hard not to hear you when you're screaming my name.” he laughs, head tilting once he notices the letter. “what's that?”

he points at it to which you hand it to him. his eyes widen as he scan reads everything, mouth agape.

“my god..”

“yeah.. you were right and i think my father killed my mother out of jealousy.”

“jealousy??”

“i think he got jealous of how close you and my mother were so he killed her and blamed it on you, creating this horrid rumour about you all.”

“shit.” he mumbles, handing you back the letter as you wipe your cheeks hastily. “so, what are you going to do about it?”

“nothing.”

“what?” he asks in disbelief, his face slowly scrunching up with anger.

“there's nothing i can do. i'm the child of a famous sailor. it's my word against his!”

“are you fucking serious?! please tell me you're joking around right now.” his tone of voice is harsh and bitter which throws you off guard.

“minho, i can't do–”

“so let me get this straight. you're telling me that you know everything is a lie yet your going to do fuck all about it? do you know the damage that you humans have caused?! the lives you've ruined?!”

“min, i–”

“yes. there was a time where we could happily swim up shore and not have to worry about being shot.” he interrupts. “events, festivals, special occasions you name it, we were there! we gathered and collected things so that you humans could have nice things!”

“please, just let me speak!” you desperately say, hands clammy.

“no! you will sit there and you will listen to me, yn! you will listen to my side of the story and you will understand how hard it has been to stay alive!”

you nod as you chew your lip, looking at your feet. minho does a few laps around the rock in an attempt to calm down. once calm, does he return to you. he takes a deep breath in before letting it out slowly to talk.

“it's true that i did love your mother at some point. i didn't know that you were her child until the night we first met. you have her nose and her smile, which is probably why i feel bonded to you. however, we are sirens. we are creatures and we are programmed to mate for life; it's in our dna, like swans in a sense. we do not mate with humans, it's immoral to us.”

“have you found your mate?” you ask softly. minho looks down, his eyes glistening with tears as he nods his head yes.

“i did. the thing with us sirens is that we don't care about gender or anything like that. we love who we want to love and boy, did i love him.”

“him?”

“jisung. his name was jisung. god.. he was the love of my life. he was so fucking adorable. cheeky too.” minho laughs softly as he reminisces. “his eyes were so wide and bright, his nose so small like a button. his bottom lip so plump and every time he laughed, his top lip would disappear and show off that gummy smile of his. my favourite thing of all, was his cheeks. i loved watching him eat because his cheeks would be filled to capacity and look so round.”

you sit and listen, nodding when the time feels right. you listened to minho describe jisung, how his skin was a purple colour, hair black and his scales were deep purple and would decorate his abs and sides.

“he was the love of my life. we were married and planned on having a family.”

“were?” you swallow as you cautiously ask “what happened?” minho shoots you a look, his sudden heartbreak disappearing as rage over shadows him.

“you happened is this. you humans took the love of my life away from me.”

“what..?” you shakily breath out.

“me and ji were swimming and making our way to your mother. i wanted to introduce them both but what we didn't expect was that.”

“what? please tell me minho. i need to know everything.”

with a heavy sigh, minho speaks once again. “we arrived and saw your father on his knees, sobbing with your mother in his arms. she was gone, yn. your mother was lifeless in your father's arms. fuck..” minho pushes his hair back as he chews his lips. tears fall down your cheeks as you encourage him to carry on.

“there was a lot of blood yn. too much blood for it to be a sirens work. your father saw us and instantly accused us of murder. so him and his crew set sail to kill us both, except one of us is alive and the other isn't.”

“minho, i'm so sorry..”

“still not going to do anything about it?”

“i don't.. i don't know..”

“you're unbelievable. you humans took something precious away from me! your father killed your mother and you dare say and believe those lies that we are the dangerous ones?! you're unbelievable yn.”

“why are you so pissed at me?! you don't understand my situation! i told you, it's my word against his and the whole village will believe him and then what?! i'm casted out by not just him, but the whole village too!”

“good! i'd rather be casted from everyone than live a life that’s based on lies and deceit! you humans have destroyed lives, broken up families! we've had to rebuild everything from scratch! tell me yn, when was the last time you lived in fear for your life? not knowing whether today or tomorrow will be your last moments on earth?! because that's what it's like for me and many others! you took something precious from me, so excuse me for not agreeing with your decision, yn.”

as you open your mouth to speak, minho dives underwater and swims away, leaving you with your thoughts in the cold, bitter night.

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once again, you're left thinking about him and everything that has happened. it's all so much in such a short amount of time that you feel overwhelmed. you're surprised you haven't fallen ill with the amount of stress you've been under.

however, you can't hold your tongue any longer. every time you look at your father, you are reminded of what he has done. you tried to understand it all and make excuses for him but you can't no longer.

no one should kill out of jealousy and whilst you too, may have felt a little something for minho at the beginning, you know it's futile. as minho said “humans and sirens should never be intimate with each other.”

you understand now that the love minho and your mother had was purely platonic. you realise now that upon your first meeting with minho that you were seduced by the song of the sirens, the same song that still haunts you to this day.

but now you understand why they do what they do. they're protecting their homes and families. it's natural for them to fight back in a war that was started by the humans–by your father.

one thing that you're struggling to forget, however, is minho's lover. every time you close your eyes at night, the soft yet sorrow look on minho's face flashes in front of you. the tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, the pain in his voice as he recalls the love he once had.

not only has your father taken something away from you, but to someone else. wrong place, wrong time–all because of jealousy, rage and greed.

you've spent days pondering on what to do, going back and forth in your mind. you're a child of a well loved, well known captain. it's your word against his and you know it's a fight that won't end very well. you will either be casted out or worse. however, you understand minho's frustration and heartbreak. in one night, he lost the two people he treasured and loved so dearly; it's bound to mess someone up mentally and emotionally.

the more you think, however, the more you slowly understand minho and side with him. since the death of your mother you've had to watch a countless number of sirens be whisked away and killed. the amount of times you have looked into the sorrowful eyes of the sirens who beg you to be set free, do you wish you could save them. regret sinking deep in the pit of your stomach and a heavy weight called guilt and self hate sitting on your shoulders for the remainder of the day.

now you're much wiser but still shackled with fear.

“i'd rather be casted from everyone than live a life that’s based on lies and deceit!” it rings in your head over and over and over again. a never ending carousel of emotions. you know he is right and you know that staying silent will make things worse–but for how much longer can you keep biting down on your tongue?

the all too familiar sounds of bells and village folk cheering bring you out off your haze. you rush to the window and notice your father and his crew stepping off the boat with none other than another siren; only this time, it's much worse.

dark clouds fill the once clear sky. an eerie atmosphere fills the air, the stench of what's about to come hitting your nostrils and filling you up with nausea.

a storm is brewing.

you watch your father get off the boat, carrying his usual tools that's coated in new and old siren blood. he raises his arms, basking in the glory and screams of the women that scramble to his feet. and then, you see red.

your mind hazy, pent up anger that's been building and building rising to the surface. you see red, steam coming out of your ears as you clench your fists and jaw.

a siren caught in a net, dangling over the shoulder of a crew member. nothing out of the ordinary expect this siren is weak. it's body battered and bruised, black blood seeping from the various cuts and wounds. his hands bound by the wrists with thick, scratchy rope.

the siren can barely keep its eyes open due to how weak and tired it feels. deep cuts and wounds situated on its face, scales missing from its body indicating your father and it's crew once again took what doesn't belong to them.

you notice a few cuts on the crew members indicating that the siren put up a fight. a fight for its life. you know how this will go; you've always known but ignored it due to the fear and gaslighting your father has done. but now you have a voice and you're going to use it.

you lose all rationality. the many scenarios you made up in your head on how to approach this, gone. your legs move on their own. heavy puffs of air escape your nostrils like a bull that's being taunted.

you stomp down the stairs, heels of your boots making loud and painful sounds on the wood. you open the front door with such force, you thought you was going to pop your shoulder out off place.

you storm to the commotion. to the crowds of people, the crew and your father. your heart in your throat, a cold sweat coating your skin. your father looks at you and smiles, pointing to the siren with his knife.

“ah! my child, look what i have done! this has to be my finest catch to date!” he laughs. the sirens eyes flutter open slowly, desperation evident.

“how could you!” you spit. the noise of the crowd slowly dies down to nothing, all eyes on you and your father.

“excuse me?” your father questions, his brows raised.

“is this what you call fun? killing innocent creatures for your own gain? it's sick!” he slowly walks towards you, the stench of alcohol and the sea ticking your nostrils and making you retch.

“innocent? you think these vile creatures are innocent?”

“i know they're innocent. the only vile creature i see is the one that's stood right in front of me.” you spit, your father's face close to yours. your heart is hammering in your chest, adrenaline sky rocketing to the point you're shaking.

“you better watch your tone with me, child.” his hot breath fans against your face.

“or what? going to kill me like you killed my mother? going to blame it on the sirens? mhm?” everyone audible gasps, the captured sirens mouth now agape in shock.

“that's preposterous!” you father stammers.

“oh is it? i found a letter father. a letter addressed to me from mother. she explained everything, told me about minho so i went out to find him again and ask if it was all true.”

“you went out to see that disgusting creature?!”

“yes. and he told me everything. how you killed mother out of spite. how you killed his lover! how the rumours of sirens being murderous are lies. everything you have spouted and screamed at has all been lies!”

the village folk start talking amongst themselves, the buzzing of whispers and stares filling the murky atmosphere as fat raindrops hit the concrete. your father stares at you, red in the face. the amount of anger you see frightens you but you stand your ground.

“everything you and everyone else has done and indulged in is all based on lies. sirens treasured the humans once upon a time, they collected and hunted for us. we were united until you grew cold with jealousy and greed.”

the village folk await for your father to speak, the cogs working in his head.

and then he laughs. a full on belly laugh that erupts from his chest. your brows furrow together, his actions taking you by surprise. the buzzing of the townsfolk dies down, they too are confused by your father's actions.

“what are you trying to say, my child? that i killed your mother out of jealousy?”

“that's exactly that.” you reply bluntly.

“oh child.” his voice sickening sweet and soft, almost mocking you and the whole situation. your fight or flight mode activates as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“i know it's rough for you right now. it's coming up to your mother's death anniversary but do we really have to start such ridiculous lies?”

“are you being serious? i haven't made it up! you killed mother and blamed it on the sirens hence this whole rumour! everything you've built is based on lies!” you turn to the village folk, desperation setting in as they look at you with disgust.

“you have to believe me! why would i make something like this up?!”

“what has gotten into them?” , “poor child. you can't blame them, they don't have a mother.” , “he is right though, the death anniversary is coming up but it's still crazy to say something like that!” , “maybe they're unwell. losing their mother at such a young age is bound to mess with the mind.”

you freeze as you watch and listen to every word that's dripping in venom. their words stab you in the heart, realising that you truly have no power hitting you like a truck. so you try one more desperate attempt at making them believe you.

“i met with a siren.” audible gasps fill the air, your fathers veins bursting at the side of his head. “i met a siren and he's so lovely and kind! he told me everything! he told me about how him and mother were close! how my father took away the one thing he loved. sirens are innocent!”

“there is no such thing as an innocent siren! i was there, holding your mother in my arms. her blood soaking my clothing and skin. it's so upsetting.” your father sniffs, wiping away a few crocodile tears to which you scoff at.

“the sirens murdered your mother in cold blood and i watched her fall and become lifeless in these very arms. i know it's coming up to her death anniversary, but my child, this is ridiculous. why would you ever accuse me of doing such a thing to the women i loved!”

as you open your mouth to speak, a voice brings you and everyone else to its attention. by now, the rain has soaked through your clothing and is dripping from the ends of your hair. the clouds are grey and bursting making the sky dark and gloomy.

you smile in relief as that all too familiar face rises to the surface of the water. the trapped siren also breathes a sigh of relief, tears rolling down its cheeks.

“its true. what yn is saying is true.”

“you..” your father breathes out in rage and disgust. “i thought i got rid of you!”

“you didn't.” minho states as he swims closer, “you just killed my lover instead, took something precious for me whilst claiming we killed your wife.”

“i can't believe you're still around! i tried to kill you off, you were being too close to my wife! i hated that and i hate you!”

“is that why you killed her and then tried to blame it on us? because you were jealous, filled with greed and hatred. did me being so close to your wife anger you?” a smirk laced on minho's features as he taunts your father. his eyes menacing and the stare shackling your father in his place with fear. the colour drains from his face, words lodged in his throat.

“just admit it father. just admit everything. the truth is out now and it's what mother would have wanted.”

“i will never admit to it. your mother loved that siren and i planned on doing something about it. it's just unlucky that you were there.” you father glares at minho “but you fell right into the palm of my hands. i saw an opportunity and i snatched it. am i sorry that lives have been lost and destroyed because of me? no, not really. in fact, im proud! look at all this attention i'm getting, what more could a man like me want!”

your father laughs. an evil, menacing laugh whilst the village folk gasp in disbelief and shock. you look at minho who's currently staring at your father with menacing eyes, rage building up in how body.

and then you hear it once more. the song of the sirens. that sickly sweet melody that seduces its victims and makes them a slave. your eyes widen as you notice it's minho singing the tune to your father, the laughing from him has now stopped as he walks towards the sea. his body on autopilot, limbs floppy as he's in a daze. his feet dragging across the floor as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

and you say nothing.

behind you, the many screams and panicked cries of the people beg minho to stop. it's like the world around you has go into slow motion, the only people that are moving in real time being minho and your father.

you open your mouth to speak but close it again. tears fill your eyes as you watch minho grab your father and disappear below sea level; leaving you to feel a strange feeling of relief.

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it has been a few months since that incident. you never saw your father and although it pained you on some days, most days you recall back on how he treated you and everyone else and you don't feel as bad anymore.

that day, you watched minho drag your father down below sea level. you waited and waited and waited for someone to come back up. you didn't do anything, just watched.

all the pent up rage, upset and misinformation morphed into one causing you to feel numb at the time. your feet were firmly planted on the concrete, words stuck in your throat.

whilst everyone else around you rushed to help your father, it all just became a distant sound to you. whilst you were moving and breathing in real time, everyone else was in slow motion.

you often questioned why you didn't do or feel anything but after the truth was uncovered and you learnt the lives your father ruined it was understandable.

you burnt holes into the water, silently praying that it would be minho being the one that would rise to the surface unharmed – and he did.

you watched the water bubble and ripple. that familiar colour of skin appearing. you breathed a sigh of relief as you rushed to minho, kneeling down and hugging him tightly which shocked you both.

you started to cry. whether it was grief of loosing another parent or relief from seeing minho alive, either way it was a day you'd never be able to forget.

“don't feel bad. that bastard deserved to drown.”

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“i can't believe it's that time of year again!” you cheer as you grab a basket of fish from minho. he laughs at you as you hand it to the local fishmonger to gut and sell.

“me neither yn. time flies huh?”

“it really does.” you laugh softly.

everything went back to normal. the sirens and humans were once again reunited, living comfortably within each other's presence. it took some convincing from you to the village folk who were still stuck in their ways and refusing to believe everything, but once you showed them the letters and pictures your mother left behind did they slowly open their eyes to the truth.

a few laws were put into place, sirens now being a protected creature by law. no one is allowed to hurt or kill them no more. the only thing humans can take from them is things they hunt and willingly give such as scales, pearls and even seaweed.

no one knows what happened to your father apart from you. many speculated that he is still alive and on a deserted island, others are convinced he is long gone giving their condolences to you and paying their respects in the form of flowers and wishes.

minho opened up to you a bit more. he openly spoke about jisung and even introduced you to his family. they were ecstatic to learn that you're the child of a women whom was dearly loved and treated you as their own. they would talk about your mother openly, speaking of the memories they have of her and how she was as a person.

“do you miss her?” minho asks. today is your mother's favourite day of the year; summer fest.

everyone comes together to drink alcohol, eat fish and celebrate in the form of games such as water balloon fights and carnival themed games. when the sun sets, everyone then rushes to the shore to watch the fireflies and the sky turn from bright blue to pink, purple and orange.

you smooth down your clothing as you look down at the siren whom you've become so close with and nod.

“yeah. days like today i truly miss her.”

“she'd be proud of you, y'know.”

“yeah?” you whisper, a burning lump forming in your throat as minho nods and gives you a gentle smile.

“yeah. you're all she spoke about. she would tell me what clothing she would buy for you, the names she had planned. she often wondered how you would turn out. what your personality, thoughts and goals would be. she adored you, yn. every time she spoke about you, her eyes would light up and fill with so much love.”

tears stream down your cheeks as you smile. you wipe them away slowly with your hand as you sniffle, minho giving you a sympathetic smile.

“oh! i found something and i think it belongs to you.” you quickly rush inside your home leaving minho confused and to watch the village folk laughing and chattering amongst themselves.

his heart feeling heavy all of a sudden as he recalls the last time he was at summer fest. during that time, he had everything and was surrounded by the people he loved and people that loved him. he was happy during that time, on top of the world he would dare say.

that's not to say he isn't happy now but compared to then, it's different. he is thankful he has met you and that you both managed to stop this terrible hunting of his kind but even so, he wishes it never came to that. he wishes his lover was still here to laugh and joke around with, to go home to and feel his skin against his own. he wishes that more than anything else; to have his sungie by his side again.

“found it!” your voice bellowing out to him causes minho to snap back to reality. he clears his throat and blinks back tears as you rush to him, holding a photo.

“i was going through my mother's things and sorting everything out when i came across this.”

you hand minho a black and white photo of him and jisung. minho takes the photo and stares at it in disbelief. it's just them two in the water, holding and kissing one another, looking so happy and so in love.

“i think my mother sneakily took the photo.” you say with a giggle, “she seemed to do that a lot. i think she saw you and jisung looking so happy and in love that she had to capture the moment.”

“wow.. i–i don't know what to say..” minho's voice is failing to stay steady as tears slowly fall down his cheeks. “thank you.”

“there's something on the back as well that my mother wrote.” minho flips the photo over and in cursive writing is a date and “the two lovebirds; may you be happy, healthy and in love for eternity.”

“jesus.. i– thank you yn. truly. i have no words but just know i am grateful for this.” you give minho a warm smile.

“i should be the one thanking you.”

“excuse me?”

“if it wasn't for you well things would still be how there used to be expect worse.”

“do you not hate me for what i did to your father?” you let out a soft sigh before shaking your head no.

“i've thought about it. relived the events via visions and dreams and i don't hate you for what you did. i had years of built up anger and upset that when i saw what you did and knew what you were doing i just went numb. i should be angry and in a way, i guess i am but not at you.”

“no?” you hum softly “then who?”

“my father. even though he's not here anymore, i'm still pissed at him. sure, his old crew are still together but are hunting fish instead, it still shouldn't have come to this. he was a horrid man fuelled by hatred and jealousy. he took something precious from us both and that's something i refuse to understand. but i'm also thankful.”

“thankful? why?” minho tilts his head to the side.

“because i met you and learned so much more about you and your kind. i learnt about jisung and met your family. i'm still trying to figure you out though.” you giggle as minho cocks his eyebrow up. “you're full of surprises. when i think i've figured you out, you do or say something that brings me back to square one.”

minho laughs softly, the corner is his eyes crinkling as his fangs show.

“never really thought about myself like that but i guess it's true. jisung said the same.”

“i'm sorry for everything, min. i'm sorry for the trauma my father caused you and your kind.”

“hey. we've been through this, it's not your place to apologise! you've done nothing wrong.” you look at your feet as you blink back tears whilst nodding. “keep moving forward yn and never look back.”

“i know, i know. you're right, you're always right.”

“oh, i know.” minho says with a hint of cockiness lacing his words as he smirks. you roll your eyes at him before laughing softly.

“you should get back yn, enjoy the rest of the day.”

“will i see you later?”

“same time and place?”

“12 am at the rock.” you grin.

“then of course you will. i look forward to seeing you; i always do yn.” you smile widely before rushing off to join the village folk. minho watches you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he makes a mental note of how similar you and your mother are. he looks up at the sky, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“if only you could both see this. it's everything we've ever dreamed of and more.”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | [repost for the third time because it wont show on my dash and in tags. if this doesnt work then idk what else to do. sorry to the people on my tag list for being tagged a million times]

this has been in my drafts since june, ops. but !! my first long fic, eep! im nervous about this one because its also my first time doing a mythical au! there will be some inaccuracy!! this took some time to do so please let me know how it went! i would greatly appreciate it! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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starscatteredsky · 7 months

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Guhgfffhhhbvc tips for computer pls???? :>

tips for computers!

pt: tips for computers!

make a computerhead sona!

make a cosplay for said computerhead sona!

decorate your living space in a tech/computer theme!

learn the alphabet in binary code!

make bead bracelets/necklaces, or patches with binary code messages!

learn coding languages! (examples include c#, javascript, python, etc)

dress in silver, black, holographic, “computer blue”, and other colours that bring you kintype euphoria!

enjoy things like website building, gaming, research, and pretty much any computer based activity!

use “computer talk” to explain things about yourself! (ex: if you’re stressed you could say you’re bluescreening, if you’re tired you could say you need to turn off and back on again, etc)

use computer/tech related neopronouns!

decorate your living space with tech themed things!

tech/gamer/computer jewelry and clothes!

-👾

Requests open!!!

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a DNI banner with the background being the promotional image for Little Nightmares 2. The writing reads:

"DNI: radqueers, proshippers, radfems/TERFs, antikin/antitherian, homophobic/ ableist/ anti ACAB/ transphobic/ rasist/ antisemitic/ xenophobic/ antitheist/ anti athiest/ bigoted in any fashion, NSFW/sh/ed/cringe centered blog, fakeclaimer

Before you interact: We are pro mspec gays/lesbians, anti endo/tulpa "systems", enjoy MCYT/DSMP, pro self diagnoses with extensive research, multiple alters are punks/ anarchists"

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shinestarhwaa · 6 months

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I've noticed the very up-beat and positive, horny prompts you've been receiving lately and I'm here to ruin that with my dark, mysterious and jaded presence.

Can I pls request...

dom!hongjoong+ sex after breakup+ dacryphilia (crying during sex)+ 'please, just give it to me for tonight'

Do your best to shatter my heart, I'm looking forward to it :)

Oh my my my, you and your dark requests...haha jk, I thought this was very interesting so I hope I did well and made you enjoy it sweetie <3

ONE LAST TIME || KIM HONGJOONG

Genre: Smut, Angst

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Tags/Warnings: soft dom!Hongjoong, dacryphilia, sex after breakup, fingering, unprotected sex

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

It had been a rough few weeks on your own. Hongjoong moved out and collected almost all of his stuff. It was wrecking you that things didn't work out between you but him leaving was for the best; right person wrong time as they say.

It was 8PM and he was coming to pick up the last box of his belongings and you were dreading it, wondering if it would be the last time you'd see him. Just as you stood up to just wander around again the doorbell rang. He was here.

You rushed into the hall and opened the door, revealing your ex-boyfriend Hongjoong. He looked annoyingly gorgeous. He dyed his hair brown and he had his selfmade jacket on, the jacket you've worn so many times before. But you never would again.

"Hi," you spoke, opening the door further so he could step in, into his old home. "Hi, Y/N," he said softly. There was a weird kind of tension between you two and it was clear you were both still not okay after your break-up.

"Your hair is brown," you noticed as you fidgeted with the anti-anxiety ring on your finger. The ring he got you for your anxiety a few months ago. Did you have to throw this out now too? His gifts?

"Yeah, yeah it is, I dyed it 2 weeks ago," he nodded, taking off his shoes before walking into the livingroom. You followed him and pointed at the box of his belongings. "That's it, I believe, I checked the house," you stated. Hongjoong looked in the box and nodded. "Yes, that seems about right, thank you."

"If I may ask...," you began, hesistance in your voice, "where do you live now?" "I... I am still sleeping on Seonghwa's couch," he confessed, seemingly embarrassed, "but I'm trying to find my own apartment actually."

Your heart broke a little, wishing you could take him into your arms and take care of him again, but there was no use, your relationship was as dead as a withering flower. It hurt you so much, and you knew that would last for a while. You did not want your relationship with him to be a lesson, you wanted it to be love.

"Do you want some coffee?" You offered after being silent for a while. He hesitated but then nodded and sat on the couch. Maybe it was stupid, taking care and keeping him in your old shared home, just for a little longer, just a little longer before saying goodbye. It was hard saying goodbye to a person you had never imagined to say goodbye to.

You poured coffee into Hongjoong's old mug. It was originally yours, the blue one with graphic lines on it, but when you got a house together it was his standard mug. Some things never change.

Hongjoong smiled and thanked you when you put the mug on the coffeetable in front of him. Was he being genuine? Was he okay? You kept wondering and asking yourself what was good, what was right to do, but you decided to play dumb.

"I can't believe how quickly we went from everything to nothing," he remarked, startling you. Your heart started to beat loudly in your chest as you looked him in his eyes.

"I wouldn't say we went to... nothing," you spoke softly, "feelings don't just disappear just because it didn't work out." Hongjoong nodded. "You're right."

"How have you been?" He asked, brushing a hand through his hair. "Shit," you admitted as you sat next to him. "I don't wanna say it but I do miss you, I miss what we were and I hate sleeping alone."

"Me too," he nodded, "I get cold." You nodded. He used to call you his personal heater when he got cold at night. You weren't anymore.

"I still crave you," you sighed. "You crave me?" He asked, looking into your eyes. "We went from loving every night to nothing... there is nothing I miss more than your body on mine."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought of the fact that he'd never touch you again. He'd never make love to you again. What a tragedy. "I miss that too," Hongjoong admitted. You sighed deeply and shook your head. "Stop saying that Joong."

"But it's true... I do miss it... I miss the way your skin felt on mine... the way you sound... the way you clenched when you-" "Don't say it," you stopped him, closing your eyes and biting your lip. "The way you clenched on my cock, when you're cumming," he continued, "the way your breasts bounced when you ride me, the way you looked up at me when you got on your knees for me, the way you got so wet for me when I-"

Hongjoongs' hand slid over your thigh and cupped your crotch, making you shiver and tremble. "When I moaned out your fucking name... Y/N," he spoke in a voice way too sensual for a broken up couple. You shouldn't do this, you knew that, but how could you slap that hand away, when it was making you feel so good between your thighs?

"Please, give it to me, just tonight," you whimpered. "What did you say?" "Use me again, give it to me, one last time, and fuck me, hard and deep, make me yours one last time," you said, tears nearly rolling down your cheeks. Hongjoong nodded as he worked his fingers into your panties as your skirt rode up your thighs. Your cunt was damp from just feeling his fingers, how embarrassing.

His middle- and index finger pumped inside your cunt the way they always did and it was good; so good. Hongjoong made you feel things no one ever could, no lover ever made you cum in this shaky, toecurling way. He knew your body like no one else did and he wouldn't forget it. Never.

"Hongjoong!" You moaned out as you arched your back. You leaned against the soft cushions on the couch that Hongjoong once bought. His fingers moved rapidly and found your g-spot, hitting and massaging it repeatedly as his fingers curled just right.

"That's right baby, cum on my fingers," he smirked as he felt your pussy clench. You hated to admit how fast he made you cum, every time. His body worked magic, you were sure.

You clenched hard and came, came loudly, his name rolling off your lips like a mantra. He took his fingers out of you and licked them off before taking you to the bedroom that you once shared. You both took off your clothes as you shared a heated, messy kiss.

Hongjoong felt the familiar sheets on his naked body when he laid on top of you. It smelled just like it always had, but the picture of you and him in the forest had disappeared.

He pumped his rigid cock a few times before sliding it into your awaiting sex, legs spread for him like always. Hongjoong moaned out your name when he felt your walls welcome him, and he swore he didn't wanna leave. Your hands ran over his back, feeling his soft skin underneath your fingertips.

"Please," you whimpered, begging him to move his cock inside you. Hongjoong listened and rocked his hips into yours, cock sliding in and out of you at a fast pace. Your whines and groans got louder gradually as his thrusts got more rough.

The grip of his hands on your hips nearly hurt, but it hurt so good. The pounding of his cock into your pussy made the most sinful squelching and clapping sounds anyone's ever heard, breath heavy and rough.

You felt tears roll down your cheeks this time, no longer able to hold in your sadness. Hongjoong kept ramming his dick inside you, making you moan loudly for him as the bed shook violently.

"Hongjoong!" You cried, sniffling and holding onto his hovering body. "I got you, I got you," he breathed out, but it was a lie. He didn't have you. He threw you away, even.

Why did you have to choose suffering? Why didn't you send him away? Your heart ached while your body felt so good, and before you knew it you were coming hard, clenching roughly on his cock.

Hongjoong moaned out and came as he felt your body tremble. He rode out your orgasms and pulled out of you, admiring the mess he made on your pussy, just for a little while.

He then stood up and put his clothes back on. You cried in your pillow, not wanting it to end. "Y/N, I..."

"Go, I said ...just tonight... one last time... please... I... just go," you whispered. There was no point in pretending it would ever work. There was no point in him pretending to care.

So you send him off, with an ache in your chest. Maybe you deserved better, a true lifelong lovestory. But you wanted him. What a tragedy.

#kpop #ateez #smut #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #shinestarhwaa #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️

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antiendovents · 1 month

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(same person who made the last ask, pls delete it cause I got some stuff wrong and don't want to spread misinfo, remaking it)

got inspired by the anon venting about sysboxes to make this

1 - am I the only one who thinks its weird that they made an exception for the pro endo mod just because they're friends?? especially since many of the mods have said they've been harrased by endos, yet they let a pro endo mod

2 - "The DNI of this blog still stands. I’m simply an exception due to being the type of person I am." ok so you don't actually have a dni

3 - no you're no anti endo if you let a pro endo mod. you're just traumagenic exclusive.

4 - I think I could write a whole essay on how much this thing they said annoys me: "look past a syscourse label and understand the desire to make the lives of CDD systems a little bit better surpasses petty online drama."

5 - petty online drama. wow. yeah lets support a group that has manipulated, lied to, and confused so many cdds but also say we want to make their lives better.

6 - they were like the biggest anti endo account. why are cdds never allowed spaces away from endos.

(obligatory they can do whatever they want with their blog, they don't need permission for anything, also harassment is stupid)

((we posted the other one before we got this, but it's deleted now, don't worry anon ^_^))

but yeah, we agree with you! We'll format our opinions in the same way you formatted yours!

1- it is weird in our opinion and reminds us very much of those kind of discord servers that for some reason let the staff break the rules without consequence yet blow up at the members of they do the same.

2- yeah, it doesn't really feel like a DNI, more or less just words slapped on there at this point.

3- same as above, it feels like their blog is basically just endo-neutral and traumagenic exclusive under the label of anti endo. If that makes sense. Like It feels less like they're anti endo now and more like a "oh, I say I don't support it, but if they're nice sure I'll let it slide" type thing.

4- we see people say that a lot and we can't stand it. No, we will not look past "syscourse labels" because we do not want to interact with or even be near anyone who supports endos, who have and still do spread harmful misinformation.

5- yeah, it's not "petty online drama", it's survivors of literal childhood trauma wanting a safe space where they can avoid people who mock their disorder + people who support those people who mock it (endos + pro endos)

6- mhm, they were and still are very big, and sure they still claim to be anti endo, but like— if someone claims to be anti trans-ID but then supports someone that is pro trans-ID and even lets them mod their anti trans-ID blog, then are they really anti trans-ID?

((and yeah, don't harass them. That's not cool))

#anti endo #did #did system #endos dni #plural #actually did #alters #system #endos fuck off #did osdd

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brainrotgobrr · 7 months

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finished the teal mask and oh boy do i have thoughts…

(SPOILERS FOR THE NEW DLC IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS PLS DO NOT READ)

god. kieran. kieran is so refreshing from a character perspective. kieran is like the anti-hop. it kind of feels like he’s the protagonist and we’re the classic jerk rival, doesn’t it? this guy clearly has Issues and i really like that, im enjoying this sort of “why can’t i beat you” rival trope that gamefreak’s been doing lately. they nearly did it with hop but with kieran they’re really going full in. the character arc that kieran went through in this dlc was actually difficult for me to watch, seeing this poor boy destroy himself mentally. the first time i battled him for the final time i actually lost, and i was hoping that he would get to keep ogerpon because altho shes cute and i adore her, i felt so bad. but ofc thats not the way the cookie crumbles. kieran is socially awkward, he doesn’t know how to communicate, and he’s never had a true friend. then florian/juliana comes along and suddenly there’s someone who seems to genuinely enjoy hanging out with him that isn’t, yknow, related to him. but then that person that he was so eager to trust goes along and begins befriending and helping a pokemon that hes adored all your life behind his back. i relate to kieran a lot and ofc yknow the absolute maniac arc hes about to go through is probably not healthy but i rlly hope this ends up being good for him. he idolized ogerpon because of how he related to her story, not because of the actual living creature she is. i wouldnt be surprised if it turns out he doesnt value his pokemon as actual living creatures either. i could see him being like a reverse silver, as he grows colder growing to not even care about his pokemon.

on the other hand, carmine! carmine was such a delight, i was genuinely not expecting to enjoy her as much as i did. sure, she also has Issues and has probably been a negative effect on her brother, but at the end of the day she is also just a kid. she probably has no idea what shes doing, and i dont think shed ever hurt kieran. she went through a lot of growth in the dlc and i can see her trying to become a better person with the help of florian/juliana and repairing her odd relationship with kieran.

also, it seems like she kind of has to play a parental role for kieran, as its implied that their parents arent around. thats another thing that separates kieran and carmine from siblings like hop and leon (and oh my god im just realizing all the parallels between hop and leon and kieran and carmine). its implied that the galar bros had a good childhood, and hops Issues dont start until hes set off on his journey and leon is a full adult with an actual life. with the kitakami siblings, if you read between the lines you can tell that theyve had a harder time growing up. with carmines comments on tourism and how it’s negatively effected their town and give her Trust Issues, that obviously fucked them both up a little, seeing that people only valued their hometown as an attraction, and that they themselves were a part of that attraction. and of course we dont know what the issue was with their parents. also, why are they going to school in unova? (side not oh my god it is so obvious that we’re going to get bw remakes in gen 9 or a legends unova game)

kitakami is such an interesting region. obviously its tiny, it has one town and then everything else is just untamed land. i feel like something Else is going on here. or maybe its just small idk

i love ogerpon a lot i think shes adorable and i love that we got to run around with her before she joined our team and it makes the whole “ten year old catches legendary thing” feel more realistic

also why are ogerpon and the loyal three legendaries i feel like they should be mythicals them being legendary feels Wrong

anyways these were my silly thoughts on the dlc and i hope kieran turns out to be the bb leagues champion (pulling a blue) and also i dont trust briar now time to finish my pokedex and talk to legends arceus pandering i mean perrin and if i see anyone call carmine a terrible person i will trade away your ev trained competitive team ok bye

(also this scene made me emotional)

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #jocey plays games #pokemon scarlet and violet dlc #the teal mask #trainer florian #trainer juliana #trainer kieran #trainer carmine #MASKSHIPPING GANG WHERE ARE U AT #spoilers

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starshapedpetals · 10 months

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new merch line. you know the drill

first of all, i don’t hate this line. I think most of the boys are drawn pretty well. but what a strange concept? the diaboys.. as priests? “dark” anti christ priests but still.. strange? it’s unique at least?

my only real complaint with ayato is how his mouth looks weird. c’mon he’s a vampire, show me the fangs. c’mon let him do the iconic bite the glove thing. it actually frustrates me how they missed that opportunity 😭 overall, he looks fine to me. there’s no detail i’m particularly drooling over. except for this one very specific detail that has me drooling over the triplets. & it’s the… halo?? like look at the triplets next to each other. ayato in the middle with his brothers on the side. i LOVE the way they’re turned with him in the middle 😫 on that note, i hate how shuu is at the end. if they just swapped subaru & shuu’s placements, we could’ve kept up with the turn thing the triplets + reiji were doing.

kanato looks a bit off, right? is it just me or are his eyebags less dark..? idk but he looks a bit off, to me at least. also.. is that teddy? kanato has been seen with more bears in the recent merch lines, but this one kinda looks like teddy.. except he’s so dark brown?? anyways, as off as he looks to me, i still really like him. he’s grown on me the more i look at him, i think he looks pretty, & i like the pose. also kanato with earring <3

shuu’s face is very very pretty, despite that there’s nothing really that interesting about his design to me. now he doesn’t look bad at all, just a tad boring in my opinion. other then that i’m crazy about how pretty they drew his face & hair <3

why is reiji so hot rn?? the face, the pose, the chained glasses, the ascot, my god reiji pull it back sir you are a priest. i originally thought his hair looked a little flat but i think that might’ve just been me. anyways, i love him so much <3

kou is so cute looking!! i think his priest getup looks so nice & pretty on him! i’m also a bit pink & black biased, but aside from that, i really do like him. i’m very pleased with this kou. he looks cute to me <3 i like his pose too <3

azusa so pretty like when does he not look ethereal? & yknow how much i love azusa with wings <3 i love how his wings have bandages on them. it’s so azusa. i don’t really like the design of the knife but oh well he still looks pretty

carla looks alright :/ i’m a bit disappointed tbh. I always love the black ribbon in his hair, but it’s just meh here. of course i love seeing it, but not my favorite appearance of it 😔 i really don’t like the weird wind blowing thing that’s going on with him. especially with this video quality, some of his details look bad to me. like that specific strand of hair blown too close to his mouth. looks fine in higher quality, & up close, but at quick glance.. not so much. i also just don’t love the angle. it could’ve been better (imo) but he’s fine overall

KINO IS JUST GIVING IN THAT POSE. he’s got the most unique pose so he stands out the most. i’m also a fan of how his color complements the black. he just looks so fucking pretty to me & i just love his tongue sticking out. he’s one of my favorite looks tbh i just love him

notes since photo limit & don’t have much to say abt them;

i’m living for laito in that shade of green 😫 i think his hair & face look so pretty here. i wish i had more to say since i really do like how he looks here. also, i cannot stop thinking about that church scene 😭

subaru’s pose feels familiar? like not from DL but maybe it’s inspired by a religious figure?? it’s been days & I still can’t figure it out? he’s alright. his hair is a bit too flat looking for me. i like how the hints of red on his outfit look

i’m so sorry ruki fans but i personally really don’t care for this design. he’s giving a little too much priest for me 😭 pls don’t crucify me

i’m a really big fan of the way yuma’s clothes hug his figure. it’s so so pretty. nothing else in particular catches my fancy sadly.

i’m sorry but i really don’t like how thick shin’s eyepatch is? i feel like they’ve done this before & i really don’t like it. other then that he’s fine? nothing too wow in my opinion but not horrible looking

#diabolik rambles ཐི♡ཋྀ #sorry it took me days to post this i was nervous #diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #shuu sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #kou mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #kino diabolik lovers #kino sakamaki #laito sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #shin tsukinami

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