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k-hotchoisan · 12 days

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₊˚⊹⋆𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓚’𝓼 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭₊˚⊹⋆

Welcome to K’s Twisted Wonderland. In honour of hitting 2K, I’m inviting my wonderful angels for a little treat into my twisted wonderland.

Watch your step, be careful who you entangle yourself with, and especially don’t talk to bad guys.

Or do. Who’s stopping you? 🥀

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Please note: these fics are completely fictional and contain heavy smut. Please thread responsibly.

🍄✨ 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✨🍄

🍄 Hooked — Hongjoong

You were supposed to have budding feelings for Peter Pan. You were supposed to like him. Until he leaves you with the mermaids, and your saviour turns out to be someone unlikely. Someone who wants to keep you all for himself.

🍄 Queen of Hearts — Seonghwa

Following that stupid black rabbit was a bad idea. Now you’re wondering through Wonderland, confused, trying to understand the world and it’s inhabitants frightened over the land’s monarch. Running into the hedge maze after hiding from the Jabberwocky, you come face to face with the Queen of Hearts himself, yet you can’t seem to stay away from him.

🍄 Pomegranate — Yunho

Bring the descendant of Hades, Yunho takes over the crown, stuck in a boring loop of ruling over the Underworld. And his world completely flips when he encounters you during one of Zeus’s grand parties, and he wants to keep you all for himself.

🍄 Mirror, Mirror — Yeosang

Years after the Evil Queen’s death, her son takes over the throne to continue her legacy of destroying the fairest one of them all. He consults his mother’s heirloom—her trusted mirror—to find out who he needs to personally hunt down, only to become entangled with the woman he’s supposed to kill.

🍄 Big, Bad Wolf — San

Your mother always warned you to be careful of the woods whenever you went to deliver bread to your grandmother. You’re over her nagging. Nothing has been bothering you in the woods for the past decades. You’re not afraid.

Famous last words when you meet the big, bad wolf.

🍄 Beauty and her Beast — Mingi

Bearing the curse, Mingi lives isolated in his palace, watching the time run out on the rose petals, signalling his impending death, hopeless and cold. It’s not until he meets you, who decides to trade places with your crush, who had trespassed in Mingi’s garden, to be imprisoned in the palace with Mingi.

🍄 Crown of Ice — Wooyoung

You’ve heard of his cold and ruthless ways of freezing people to death, and now you are sent to kill him and bring back the crown of ice that sits on his head.

It’s just that you didn’t realise you’d be melting his heart and entangling yourself with him in the process.

🍄 Siren’s Call — Jongho

You can’t forget the night where you should have drowned when you fell off the cruise ship, only to appear back on shore eight years ago. The seas have always been calling you, you swear—hearing hums that sounded borderline hypnotic especially during the full moon nights. Your parents have warned you to stay away, especially with the rumours of sirens infesting the ocean.

But what they forgot to remind you about sirens was that they can also take on a human form.

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sanjoongie · 3 months

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 / ℕ𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪

🥀Pairing: Blood Magic!/ Doctor! Kang Yeosang x Plant Magic! Reader (f) 🥀Genre: Smut 🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 🥀Au: Twilight Academy Au, fantasy, magic users, doctor au 🥀Trope: blind date 🥀Summary: after an unfortunate accident with your shears, you visit the doctor, only to be surprised by his magic. fate throws you into a blind date with the doctor and then your curiosity gets the better of you when the blind date develops.

🥀Kinks: dom! Yeosang, sub! Reader, utter control kink, magic bdsm (safeword usage), yeosang is always hard, sex magic!, pussy pump magic!, engorged clit and pussy lips kink, oral (f), praise kink, slight degradation kink, yeosang is a bit of tease but he just likes how confident you make him feel, penetrative sex with no contraceptive or barrier

🥀Warnings: mentions of accidental harm by way of a sharp object, blood, injuries being treated

🥀Word Count: 1,544

🥀Betas: @downtoamagicalland (for youuuuuu) @mejuii

🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Nine: Long Distance Sex/ Praise

“Doctor, I have an emergency coming into your office,” the receptionist informed the doctor through the magic mirror.

The mirror twinkled in what you assumed in confirmation because the receptionist gave you a nod to go ahead.

You gripped your hand tightly, avoiding looking at the blood that dripped down both your arms. You had only made it to the doctors without fainting because your neighbor was nice enough to escort you most of the way.

What you had not expected was to be floored by how handsome the doctor was. He smiled pleasantly as you entered but frowned immediately at your wound.

You had been absentmindedly dreaming of the blooms of your future flowers while trimming some hedges and you may have cut yourself on the shears you used. It was your time of the month, so you weren’t using your plant-based powers, but that didn’t stop from your garden needing some tender loving care. You cursed yourself for not waiting a few days.

The really weird part was that when the doctor focused on you, your blood reversed its path down your arm and went back up. You watched with bewilderment as all the blood on you went back into your wound as if time had been reversed. Flabbergasted, you barely even registered as the doctor stitched you up with an accurate hand and then bandaged up his handiwork.

“I'll need you to come back in a few days for a check up, but as long as you rest and don't make that hand do any strenuous activities, you should heal wonderfully.”

That deep, melodic voice snapped you out of your reverie. “Excuse me?!”

The doctor's eyes danced in merriment. “You should probably avoid getting your hand wet too. Is it your dominant hand?”

Your mind went straight to dirty and you could have sworn the doctor was insinuating you shouldn't touch yourself with your wounded hand but you shook your head. “No. I mean yes. I mean--what the hell just went on here?!” You demanded.

The doctor began to putter in his office, putting away his supplies. “Blood magic. Don't worry your little white magic user head, I'm sanctioned by the council.”

Your eyes were probably as round as saucers but when your brain finally caught up, you said, “Well, that's cool.”

The doctor whirled around, confused but still beautiful. Then he let out a laugh of disbelief that made you shiver. Damn, what about this doctor wasn’t attractive? “That's the first time I've heard that,” The doctor admitted with a shake of his head.

“What else can you do with your powers?” You asked, curious now.

The doctor raised an eyebrow at you and it made your face heat up in response. He shrugged and cupped your injured hand. He turned it over, your inner arm facing upwards. He ran a well-trimmed nail up the sensitive skin, following the veins in your arms. “Your entire body is filled with blood. You figure it out.”

That had you walking out of the doctor's office with your head in the clouds, imagining all sorts of scenarios featuring the doctor.

Imagine your surprise when your mother peer pressured you into attending a single's blind date in the sleepy village where Twilight Academy was, and finding the doctor across from you.

“Kang Yeosang, nice to meet you,” Your smooth doctor introduced himself.

You frowned in confusion. “But we--”

“Please shake my hand,” Yeosang begged, “if you won't touch me, no one else will. But if you show them that it's safe, then I could play out this blind date like everyone else in this room.”

So, you not only shook his hand but impishly kissed the back of it. Some others gasped at your actions but you simply grinned at Yeosang. He was also shocked by the kiss but murmured a quiet thank you and you two began your blind date.

The rest of your dates paled in comparison to the handsome doctor but luckily enough for you, the both of you agreed to see each other again. So while the other’s filed out from the inn’s mainroom, with the owner sulking that no one wanted to ‘get a room’, insisting that it was very romantic, you and Yeosang lingered.

“Doctor--” You started.

“Please, my name is Yeosang,” The blood magic user insisted.

“Yeosang.” Even just saying his name gave you goosebumps. “Do you remember when I visited you a few days ago?”

Yeosang chuckled. “How could I forget?”

“Do you think…” You twisted your fingers as an anxious gesture.

“Yes,” Yeosang said breathlessly.

San the innkeeper, more than happy to give a new couple a room, shoved the key at Yeosang and gently pushed the both of you up the stairs. “Enjoy~” He chirped.

When you were naked with Yeosang, you pleaded with him to show you exactly what his powers could bring to the bedroom. He was cautious but when you told him that the thrill of the unknown turned you on, and with a promise on the safe word ‘tulip’ if it ever got too much, he began.

With his ability to control blood came the ability to control your entire body. You felt odd with your arms moving above your head, one hand encircling the other wrist. Then your legs spread and Yeosang rubbed his lips together. “This next one is one of my favorites.”

You felt a slight pressure between your legs and watched with wonder as both your pussy lips and clit became swollen and engorged. Yeosang knelt between your legs and when he blew on your cunt, you shuddered. You were infinitely more sensitive. And once he started to eat you out? You were in seventh heaven. Each lick, each suck, each gentle bite was more.

You mewled at the intense pleasure you were given. Yeosang made you cum a few times before you were begging for his cock.

Yeosang grinned, full of confidence and seduction. “You know I can control the blood flow within my own body, right?”

Your eyes move down to his fully erect cock. You licked your lips. How long could that man give you pleasure? “Please,” You whimpered again, “Yeosang, I need you.”

“Don't worry, Flower, I've got you,” Yeosang assured you.

Even the whisper of Yeosang’s dick along your wet folds had your hips bucking upwards, searching for more. Your swollen pussy lips were greedy for the stimulation. And when Yeosang guided the head of his cock to rub against your clit, you groaned so loudly.

“My cock isnt even inside of you,” Yeosang chuckled. “So desperate.”

Yeosang stretched you out, his girth and length not something to joke about. The strokes of his cock inside your walls were everything. He was quick to adjust the angle, as if he was using your pulse to let him know when you were the most excited.

“Such a tight, swollen, wet, tiny pussy,” Yeosang cooed at you, a slight mocking tone to it. “It's rare for someone to let me have this much control over their body. You must trust me immensely.”

You nodded, agreeing to anything as long as he fucked you like he was. Yeosang chuckled again, a firm hand on your hip. “Already dumb on my cock?”

“So dumb for you, Sangie,” You whimpered.

Yeosang cupped your face, suddenly tender. “You do wonders for my ego, Flower.”

“Fuck me stupid, please,” You gasped.

Yeosang bent you in half, your legs over his broad shoulders, doing as you commanded.

“So deep,” You moaned.

Yeosang hummed in contentment. “I can feel you clenching around me. You really do love this.”

You looked up at Yeosang with clear hearts in your eyes. “So good!” You cried out.

Soon Yeosang was pistoning his hips, a stray hand absentmindedly playing with one breast, but his eyes stayed glued to your face, always looking to see if it was too much. But all he saw was pleasure painted across your face and he felt proud that he could do this for you.

“Oh shit, Yeo-yeosang,” You began to stutter.

“I'm here, I'm close, go ahead, Flower, cum on my cock,” Yeosang encouraged you.

You let out a lusty moan and came the hardest you had ever in your entire life. It was wave after wave of pleasure, your cunt clamping and clenching over and over around Yeosang. Yeosang cried out, his lovely voice desperate and loud. He came deep inside of you, and at this angle and without a fertility spell, you were pretty sure he was going to get you pregnant.

“You were so good for me,” Yeosang praised you and your heart sang at the praise.

“Thank you, Yeosang,” You said to him, languid and satisfied.

“For the orgasm?” Yeosang couldn't help but laugh.

“No,” You shook your head, “For trusting me with your power.” You promptly fell asleep after delivering your message.

Yeosang stared at you in disbelief once again. He wasn't sure exactly why you came into his life right now but he was sure it was to help him heal. He’d wake you up after a nap and help you wash up. Then he’d see if he could coax you through another few rounds. He needed more of your curiosity and hunger for him.

🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Nine: Long Distance Sex/ Praise

@smallfrye finally i wrote yeosang in this au! 😭

#joongfryefff24 #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #kang yeosang smut #atz smut #yeosang smut #kang yeosang x reader #topaz's work #ღatz #twilight academy

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thebowieconstricker · 6 months

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Expressing Yourself with Edward Scissorhands✂️🥀🪡

Edward Scissorhands x Reader Oneshot!

Summary: You need a haircut, and your best friend is happy to help. Pining and fluff ensues.

Tags: Haircuts, soft touches, pining, fluff, so much fluff, domestic fluff, they’re in love and they don’t know it, give Edward Scissorhands a happy ending 20XX

AN: Hey y’all, this takes place before Edward has cut anyone’s hair, cause I love the idea that you’re the first to get an Edward haircut lol. Also this is partly just me ranting about wanting short hair, but take this anyway you need it! You are valid and Edward loves you <333

You hated your hair with a passion. It stuck out here, or was too long there, or was uneven at the back. Every time you looked in the mirror, you sighed before putting it up so you wouldn’t have to look at it. Although you had pleaded for a trip to the barbers before, your parents wouldn’t budge, and you were forced to keep your atrocious hairstyle.

This was the rant that you were currently giving to your very best friend, Edward. Ever since he had first come to town, you had an immediate kinship with him. Obviously you didn’t have scissors for hands, but you related to him. You were an oddball in your family, striving for something more than the technicolor suburbs. And when you saw Edward… man, it was like someone had created the perfect friend for you. He was so kind and understanding, he always seemed so enthusiastic about your dreams (though enthusiastic for him meant a small smile), and he was an amazing listener.

Like now.

Currently, you were pacing in the Bogg’s basement, where Edward sat on the couch, watching you. This had become your designated hang out space when you didn’t want to be outside.

“I just- I don’t get why they won’t just let me cut it. And like- I would do it myself, but I don’t know anything about styling hair!” You had been pacing for some time now, and at this statement, you dramatically collapsed next to Edward (though a good distance away as to not make him uncomfortable). He gave a small inhale and a smile that you took to be a laugh at your antics, and you looked at him.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

“Edward… have you ever cut someone’s hair before?”

His eyebrows raised in surprise, before shaking his head ‘no’.

You adjusted to face him more head on, his brown doe eyes giving you an awfully sweet, curious expression.

“Would you cut my hair? I mean, if you wouldn’t mind, of course. And it’s okay if it’s bad, ‘cause at least then my parents would have to take me to get it fixed.” At that you giggled a bit.

Edward furrowed his brows then, looking at you carefully.

“I like your hair.” He said it quietly, but seriously, and your heart melted.

“That’s sweet, but- I just don’t. And hey, I’ve seen the stuff you can create out of hedges, maybe hair can be your new medium!”

He gave a small smile to himself, then looked back at you seriously. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frowned. “You won’t hurt me, Edward. I trust you.” To emphasize, you gently put your hand on his shoulder. He flinched a bit at the contact, just enough that you notice, but then he froze, staring at you. He stared a lot, you had noticed. But this time, he seemed to be almost analyzing you. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I can do it.” You grinned and took your hand off of his shoulder, the urge to hug him becoming overwhelming. “Thank you SO MUCH! This means so much to me!” His eyes seemed to soften at your excitement and he smiled. “I’m happy to help you.” Edward motioned his hands upward, which you took as a sign to adjust yourself.

Oh, we’re doing this here-?

Eh, I’ll clean up Peg’s carpet.

You moved to grab a chair, which you set directly in front of him, then sat in it with your back to him. Edward stood up behind you, walking carefully around you as he took in the full spectacle that was your hair. You blushed a tad when he moved his face closer to yours to look at the hair in front of your face, but you tried to stay calm. After doing a few circles around you, he raised his hands and gave a part of your hair a sharp cut.

As the chunk fell to the ground, you couldn’t help but grin.

Edward cut more and more, here some and there some. As he grew more confident, he cut faster, the snipping sound you heard increasing in tempo. You couldn’t tell what style he was doing, as he seemed to be cutting at random. But you stayed as still as possible, getting excited as strand after strand wafted to the ground.

After a minute of him cutting at what seemed like the speed of light, he began to slow down, taking more care with certain parts of what hair you had left. Suddenly, he carefully put his scissor-hands on either side of your head, and your heart began to beat. Slowly, carefully, he turned your head to the left. You gulped.

He paused. He observed. He took his hands away from your head, but you kept it still, looking to the side. Taking very small steps, Edward circled you, and you stayed as still as a statue.

Without a sound, he jerked his arm up and gave your hair a final snip.

He smiled softly. “Done.” He whispered.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Woah, that was- an experience.” You said, getting up from the chair. Edward blinked as his smile widened, a gesture you had decided to mean he was laughing. You walked across the room to a mirror hanging on the wall, nervous but excited.

When you looked-

It was you.

Really you! The truest version of you that you had ever seen! Your hair was perfect! Edward had styled it so it framed your face just so, but also created such a unique shape that you laughed out loud seeing it.

“Do you like it?” Edward’s soft voice floated from behind you. You turned to him, grinning so widely you could tell it was contagious from the way he smiled back. “Edward it’s- it’s so perfect! I love it! You’re so talented I- can I hug you?”

He continued to smile at your praises until you mentioned a hug. “I can’t.” He frowned and said it so sadly.

You frowned with him, but then, you thought of something. “Could I put a braid in your hair?”

His eyes lit up, perking up immediately. He nodded with a smile.

You dashed to gather the proper materials in your bag, pulling out a hairbrush and some small, elastic hair ties. “Your turn in the chair, Ed!” He moved quickly to sit down, his hands fidgeting in excitement.

After a while of trying to organize Edward’s hair into something even remotely manageable, you took a part of his hair and gently began to braid. Although you had always admired his hair from afar, you never took in how beautiful it actually was. A dark, inky color, it swirled and curled in intricate layers. Choppy and messy, yes, but with such charm.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward was in heaven. His eyes softly closed the second you began to touch his hair, a small hum of contentment escaping from his lips. You had been the first person to want to get close to him. You had always been so relentlessly kind to him. You were never afraid to touch him. And now here you were, happily braiding his hair. If his pale face could blush, it would, and he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. He had basically fallen for you the second he saw you, but moments like these made him fall harder and harder.

A moment later, you had finished a small, pretty braid in the mess of his hair. Small enough that it didn’t alter his style (you’d never want to do that, it was too gorgeous), but large enough that it could be seen.

“Done! I like it!” You ruffled his hair affectionately and Edward beamed. He got up from his chair slowly, but then dashed robotically across the room to the mirror, making you giggle. He looked at himself and turned his head at an angle to see his braid. As you watched, his eyes crinkled with how much he smiled, his scissors sniping back and forth. He turned to you.

“Thank you very much.” He said, grinning.

You walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, thank you. This was amazing.” His eyes were focused on you, giving you an expression of adoration and gratitude.

Leading him back to the couch, you began to chatter away about another matter. The two of you ultimately settled again, this time you put your head on his shoulder. The rest of the night would go on like your previous hang-out nights, but you both knew that things had shifted between you two. Things were the same, yes, but you had shared something special. You finally felt like yourself, thanks to Edward. And Edward felt appreciated and loved, thanks to you.

AN: Thanks so much for reading! I just want there to be more cuddly Edward content so I guess I’ll have to do it myself. Also I included the “you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding” line on purpose, because it’s such a cliche lol. Gimme requests if ya got ‘em and have a wonderful autumn! <333

#edward scissorhands x reader #edward scissorhands #johnny depp #johnny depp x reader #tim burton #tim burton moviest #tim burton aesthetic #I love Edward Scissorhands sm I want to wrap him in a blanket and kiss his lil face

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wolfpants · 10 months

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nightcall (drarry, 1058 words)

Thank you to @getawayfox for the amazing art for this little piece I wrote for kinkuary! Give her post some love here ❤️‍🔥 Rated: E / nsfw Tags: Unspeakable!Drarry, begging, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, FWB, colleagues to lovers, pining, light bdsm On a top secret Unspeakable misson, Harry calls Draco from a remote phone booth on the Isle of Skye. ao3 link here, or keep reading

❤️‍🔥🖤📞🏍🥀

“What are you looking at right now?”

“Castle ruins. The sea. The moon. Dark road.”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

A pause.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Have you got somewhere to sleep?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got somewhere to sleep. Don’t worry.”

Draco’s breath crackles against Harry’s ear.

If Harry closes his eyes—shuts off the road, the barren hills, the moonlight sparkling against the shore—he can pretend Draco’s right here with him.

He can pretend Draco’s huffing gently into his ear, murmuring against his throat like he might if they were alone together in the same room.

“That’s all I do,” Draco whispers dryly. “Arsehole.”

They shouldn’t even be talking. It’s against code. They could lose their jobs.

The Ministry doesn't know how to tap Muggle telephone boxes, but Draco and Harry know better than to talk about work outside of Level Nine. So Harry doesn’t ask Draco if he’s still working on those files and old tomes he keeps under deadly protection magic in The Manor. He doesn’t ask if he stayed in the office all night again and forgot to eat dinner.

“Does my voice sound normal?” Draco asks when Harry doesn’t respond to the bait of his insult.

“Your voice has never sounded normal.”

Harry is curled over the telephone desk. He runs his finger over the edges of the BT directory. He pulls back the cover to read it.

THE PHONE BOOK: HIGHLANDS AND ISLANDS 2003/2004

Almost ten years out of date.

“Fuck you,” comes Draco’s predictably plummy-edged response.

“Fuck you,” Harry repeats, grinning. He shifts his weight from one hip to the other. His riding leathers, softened and moulded to his body like a second skin, crease and rasp gently. His helmet is by his feet, his bike outside on the gravel; headlight on, casting the winding road ahead in ghostly bleached light. Its engine gently purrs into the night, reminding him that they need to keep this catch up brief.

“No, really,” Draco says, dropping his voice back to a whisper. His breath puffs against the receiver.

“You’re smoking.” Harry leans against the glazed side of the box and drops his head back against the glass panes.

“I’m outside, no one’s going to die,” Draco murmurs.

Harry closes his eyes again and pictures Draco standing on the lawn in Wiltshire. Mobile phone to ear, screen glowing against his face, cheeks pink from the cold. Surrounded by shadowed hedges and sculpted water features, smoke pluming from his lips, creeping up towards the starry sky. His hair is pulled into a knot on the back of his head. Or perhaps it’s loose, and the breeze is moving it around the sharp slopes of his cheeks.

“You look sexy when you smoke. You sound great. I miss you,” Harry says in three steady beats.

Draco won’t return the words. He never does. But Harry knows he feels them.

That he misses them too. Whatever—they are.

Work partners. Friends. More than friends sometimes. Less than friends other times.

Another soft breath. “Are you alone?”

“I’m on the tip of Skye looking at the North Atlantic. I’m very alone. I can’t even remember the last time I saw a tree.”

“Then,” Draco huffs gently—an inhale, a sharp exhale, the sound of his shoes clicking against pavement. He’s walking through the hedge maze. “Fuck you.”

Harry licks his lips. “Yeah?” He cups himself over his leather trousers. Slides his thumb over the shifting head of his cock as it grows closer towards his hip.

Draco hums, deep and smooth. Harry tilts his hips up in a slow fuck against his fingers, heat spreading, sharp and singular, between his legs. “God I want you,” he rasps, closing his eyes. The flutter of pale hair. Draco’s lovely lips wrapping around the filter of his cigarette. The way he kisses, dirty and like he means it.

“You have to ask for it nicely first, Potter.” Another inhale. “You can’t just take what you want. Especially from me.”

Harry balances the phone between his shoulder and his ear and fumbles with the zip of his leathers. “Please,” he whispers.

Draco hums again, louder this time, almost a moan but not quite. “Tell me what you want."

“I want you to sit on my face,” Harry says on a breath. His leathers are open as far as the zip will let him. He rucks up the t-shirt he wears underneath, enough to get into the waistband of his pants. His cock is already poking out the top, tip wet and swollen. He stares blearily at the beam of light outside, at the empty hills and sparkling water, fingers teasing himself in a slow, deliberate stroke.

Draco inhales sharply. “What was that?”

“I want you to sit on my face—please.” Harry licks his lips, circling his thumb over the wet head of his prick. “Want you to ride my mouth, my tongue. Take what you want from me. God, I want that so badly.”

“You like being suffocated, don’t you, you sick pup,” Draco whispers.

“Yeah,” Harry chokes out. “P—please.”

“And your tongue always feels so damn good. Maybe if you eat me good enough I could ride your cock. Would you like that?”

Harry groans, already so close. His leathers squeak and crease, and his elbow knocks against the glass behind him as he strokes his length up and down, balls drawing up tight.

“You’d have to stay still, though."

“Yes,” Harry breathes, picturing it now, like the countless times Draco has held him down—by the chest, the arms, the neck, sometimes—while he bounces up and down on his cock until they both come, sweaty and breathless.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“I want to come.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t come riding you,” Draco whispers.

“Draco…”

“Maybe I’d climb off you after you’ve spilled deep inside me, and we could switch. Maybe I could fuck the come out of you again, because you’re a dirty, needy little sl—”

Harry comes with a sharp, bitten off cry.

It spills down his fingers, splashes onto his t-shirt.

Draco chuckles. Harry hears him light another cigarette. “Good boy,” he croons.

“Fuck you,” Harry says with a breathless laugh, his head spinning. He gazes at the night sky through the foggy pane of glass above his head.

“Soon,” Draco whispers.

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wiltedmysmes · 10 months

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previous part 🥀

You kept running through the gardens. Any other time, you would have sworn the grounds weren’t this vast, but who really knew how far Mint Eye’s grasp went. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as your legs hit the ground again and again.

You had greatly misunderstood the invitation to the garden.

You weren’t the hunter anymore, but the hunted. Flashes of white kept appearing from the corner of your eyes, but would vanish when you turned to look.

‘Ray! This isn’t funny! If that’s you, please stop!’ You stopped and called into the darkness.

It was silent aside from the heavy breaths you exhaled and a slight rustling of the hedges surrounding you.

It was difficult to see, but the figure of a man appeared from the night and leaned up against a tree. He folded his arms and sneered.

‘How many times must you mistake me for the wrong man, dollface? It’s getting quite cruel~’

BAD ENDING

Artist: elixir4paradise (Instagram)

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slasherhoe87 · 1 year

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🌹 Loving Michael 🥀

Chapter 6

Link to all chapters: https://www.tumblr.com/slasherhoe87/711619549600137216/loving-michael?source=share

OG Michael Myers x Fem Reader

Three days had passed since your return to Des Moines. You and Michael were settling in nicely within your old bedroom and home and you visited your father every afternoon. The doctors had assured you that by the end of next week he would be home again.

Your mom was understandably nervous about this as she was worried if she'd do a good enough job of taking care of a stroke victim and if she even could. You had the same fears but you were sure that together you would manage just fine.

You also had to find work. However you were not sure if you could leave Michael alone with your parents for the whole day before your return. You were more than sure that he wouldn't harm them but he was difficult to live with most of the time and could your mom handle Michael and your dad for the day while you were away?

Perhaps you could find a half day job or something that let you work from home... you would need to look into that.

These were only a few of the many thoughts assaulting your mind as you lay awake staring at the ceiling at 4am. Michael seemed to be sleeping soundly beside you and the rest of the house was dark and still. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at your bedroom window... that was your ex-boyfriend Corey's preferred method of entering to visit you. It was exciting before when the two of you were still in high school - the anticipation of your sweetheart come to give you late night visits, but now... now it was a horror show. Like a portal to nothing but fear and torment. You looked away and instead focused on Michael's bare back.

With a sigh you crept closer to Michael and snuggled up against his warm flesh, wrapping your arm around his waist. He laid motionless except for his hand which found and then held yours.

It was moments like this that made you wonder about Michael.

You knew for a fact that some of the things Loomis said about him were utterly untrue.

Yes, Michael was a cold blooded and ruthless killer, lacking remorse or mercy when his bloodlust ruled over him.

And yes, in the very beginning of your relationship (situationship) he did little more than hover around you and stare at you or out of windows or creep behind hedges and trees (both comedic and unsettling). He would flinch at any skin contact unless he was the one who touched first and he'd simply be unresponsive to most things.

A living gargoyle - stone and incomprehensible. Admittedly Loomis was right about that aspect of Michael. It was like Michael was utterly lost within the void of his mind and he was simply a ghostly bystander to life when not in murder mode.

Though as your feelings for one another grew, Michael gifted you with a side of him no one else ever saw. A side everyone thought did not and could not exist.

His stoic features showed more expression around you. Small smiles graced his lovely lips, huffs of amusement and soft laughter would leave his mouth, an eyebrow would quirk, his eyes warmed and softened when looking at your own. You yourself never thought it to be possible - not after what you had all heard about Haddonfield's boogeyman.

But there he was, blooming before you the more you two spent time with one another - loved one another. He surprised you more and more each day.

And that was where Loomis was wrong. Michael was many things he accused him of being, but those were only a few aspects of his being, only a few pieces of fabric of the tapestry that made Michael.

Your thoughts of Michael continued to dominate your mind until your eyes grew heavy again and you fell back into sleep.

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The following morning when all three of you were in the kitchen eating breakfast - your mom having made waffles with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and sprinkles for Michael (you had told her about his insatiable sweet tooth and his very childlike palette) - she informed you that the family wanted to get together at a local steakhouse tomorrow night to welcome you home.

Your eyes immediately searched Michael's at this.

You yourself would love this as you missed the fam and wanted to catch up with them but how the fuck would Michael handle being cooped up in a busy restaurant surrounded by noise and all other kinds of stimuli that you know he doesn't care for?

Guilt began to eat at you. You were pushing him into situations he didn't like and weren't comfortable with and he was not really getting anything in return for his efforts. You supposed he could stay behind and meet the family when they came over to the house in future.

Michael stared at you, his gaze heavy and for a moment you thought he would refuse to go but then he yet again surprised you and gave a small, slow nod.

Smiling at him, you tried to convey your immense gratitude towards him with your eyes before you began eating again. Now you just had to make sure the steakhouse didn't turn into a slaughterhouse tomorrow night. You groaned internally... you knew exactly which family members you and Michael needed to be seated far away from.

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HADDONFIELD

Candi Burgess huffed in annoyance as she jogged towards her place of work.

Her car was in for repairs and thanks to her habit of sleeping in late she missed the bus. There was no time to wait for a taxi so she decided to just get there by foot. It wouldn't take her too long as she only lived about 15 minutes away if one walked.

As she passed the hardware store where y/n had worked at she spotted that strange girl Laurie Strode speaking to the owner of the store - Larry.

Candi stopped dead in her tracks and frowned. Laurie could just be there as a customer but with how she was listening to Larry so engrossed as he spoke led Candi to believe otherwise.

She quickly slipped into the store and silently waved at the cashier, Len before "perusing" the row of shelves directly behind where Laurie and Larry were standing.

"Like I said earlier Laurie, her and her boyfriend Mikey up and left due to a family emergency. Might be a permanent move, dunno yet" spoke Larry as he leaned against the wall.

"Oh... sorry, I don't mean to really pry, its just I greet her every morning on the way to college when she has her coffee on her porch, and when I've walked by these past three days and noticed the house empty with no y/n in sight I grew concerned" Laurie said nervously, hands in her jean pockets and foot tapping on the concrete floor.

'You fucking liar' thought Candi as she scowled at Laurie's false claim. What was this bitch up to?

"Do you know where exactly they went?" Laurie continued, her tone friendly and light

"Des Moines. That's where y/n originally came from" Larry replied as he pushed off from the wall and motioned that he had to take the incoming call from his office's landline.

"Oh sorry to keep you with all my yammering, hehe, thanks for the info. I'm glad y/n is ok. I'll be going now. See ya Larry"

And with that Laurie left the store looking rather distraught and angry.

'What the fuck?' Candi thought as she left the store herself, jogging again to get to work. Something strange was most certainly going on. She'd have to inform y/n when she gets home later.

Little did Candi know, that later that day across town, another person interested in y/n was snooping around the now vacant home. An older man in a beige trenchcoat was skulking about some bushes close to the back of the little house intent on getting inside to look for clues and information on where the previous occupants had fled to.

Tina, Larry's wife had been to y/n's home the previous evening to check on the house and had decided to leave the kitchen window ajar to give the house some fresh air. She did not know however that this would be an opportunity for some egocentric, obsessed psychiatrist to slip inside.

"Hey! Who are you and what are you doing?!"

The trenchcoated man let out a small yelp of surprise before hitting his bald head on the rim of the pushed up window and stumbled back onto the ground, nearly loosing his footing and seeing his ass.

He whirled around to face a young woman with a distressed yet determined expression, shoulder length dark sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"Well I could ask you the same thing... what are you doing in this vacant house's back yard as you clearly don't live here?" the man shot back.

Laurie stared at the man for a moment before looking down at the name tag clipped to his trenchcoat.

'Dr Samuel Loomis, MD Psychiatry'

She looked up at the man once more and gave him a small smirk.

"Well, I think you and I might just be after the same individual, who just so happened to be squatting with the owner of this house"

#michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x you #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x reader #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher fic #slasher fucker #slasher fandom #slasher community #halloween

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ether-blooms · 4 months

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Geodude You’re a Gym Leader! Describe your gym and badge.

Oooh, I've never actually thought about this before! First thing that comes to my head is this: I'd be a Grass/Fairy trainer and the gym would be themed after an afternoon tea party in the garden. The puzzle would be a series of mirrors that teleport throughout the garden's hedge maze. Sometimes the mirrors lead to tables with trainers drinking tea to battle, and eventually to my floral throne at the center for the final battle. Other times they lead to a psychedelic/unsettling liminal space with monstrous rose-like creatures that will poison the trainer's lead Pokemon before they can get back to the maze. My badge would be the Thorn Badge and it'd be a glittery pink rose inside of a cage of thorns shaped like a heart. 🥀💖🌿

#thanks for the ask!#Asks #pokemon #personal #Me #gym badges #Gym leader #Pokemon gyms

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soloistschornicles · 1 year

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⌗𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖀

〈 🥀 〉⏤ SYNOPSIS. You and your peers were anticipating the upcoming Hollow Fair, especially because one of your school's alumni was hosting a Haunted Maze, which many students, including your classmates, were eager to see. While exploring the Haunted hedges, you come face to face with someone you've been looking forward to seeing since the early hours.

♔. . .PAIRING. cyno x reader

♔. . .FORMAT. oneshot

♔. . .TAGS & WARNING. modernau_fluff

Watching the autumn leaves falling in soft grace upon the grass, you let yourself in a daze to distract yourself from reality, sighing as you do. You simply watch them tumble softly down to your feet, there’s an urge rushing through you to gather them to your hands and let the warm-colored leaves soar into the air but refrain from doing so.

You feel a tug at your sleeve and look up to see your red-haired friend, holding onto the books. Her expression is hesitant, but her voice was firm when she addressed you. “[Name], you have been sighing for hours, has something bothering you?”

“Nothing Nilou, I’m just missing…” You wished to say further but you felt your throat dry up and kept your voice in a hushed tone that Nilou interpret as an incoherent sentence.

Your mind had whirled around on an image of someone whose hair is white as snow, soft and nice to the touch. Who’s eyes are colored as the carmine’s flames, piercing through you like a wild and yet tamed animal. And whose touch is tender yet so strong, something you wished for a lover.

The redhead tilted her head, a spring of confusion had splashed on her face upon seeing your tranced expression. “[Name], was there something you said?”

“Nothing! I was speaking from my thoughts.” Embarrassed perked up, you shook your head in denial. A sigh tint of pink hue had decorated your cheeks.

Nilou thought your reaction was adorable. She addressed you tenderly, giving you a soft rub on your shoulder to soften your current-tense muscles. “Then why not speak from the heart? I could tell it has been longing for a release.”

Those words from her made you lighten up from your downcast mood. You couldn’t help but let a string of chuckles escape your lips, slightly shaking your head in amusement. “Nilou, your observation skills are something rival to General Cyno…”

The name you had permitted to escape from your lips caught the attention of your friend, a tiny smirk make an appearance upon her charming feature. A small giggle was heard, accompanied by the soft breeze of Fall. Your eyes darted toward Nilou with a questioning gaze. “Ah, so Cyno has lingered your thoughts lately, hm?”

“I-“ The teasing words caused your cheeks to turn beet red. You turned away from her, hoping she wouldn’t see the flush of embarrassment on your face. It only served as fuel for her to continue teasing, and that in turn only seemed to spur you into hiding your blush deeper. “...guess so…”

“No room for one more?” The girl teased again. A hint of playfulness laced her tone as if daring you to deny it. You lifted your head up, turning back towards Nilou. She was smiling brightly as she watched you intently. To which you only replied with a puff of cheeks. “Nilou, since when were you such a tease.” “Hehe, can’t help it.” She said before putting her jest aside. “But seriously, had he done anything to you lately? Other than running in your mind?”

“Well, he has been acting strange ever since last night. Like; He saw my texts but didn’t reply, he missed our daily walks to school, and he went incognito throughout the day. What’s going on with him lately, was he sick?” Stopping your rant, your eyes caught a glimpse of Nilou who was listening to your rants and was caught in a deep of thought. “Am I being overreacting for the simplest of things?”

She softly shook her head, creating a beautiful wave with her red silken hair. “I do not entitle that as a hysterical reaction, you’re simply concerned for someone’s behavior. Your best friend and your lover, if I may add.” The last part was emphasized with a smile. “If anything, he probably got some work that he needs to catch up in a bit.” Nilou shrugged, “I mean you know how hectic work is these days.”

The two of you stood quietly at each other as they fall silent until Nilou spoke up again. “Besides, isn’t he always busy nowadays? His responsibility as a General Mahamatra has become more demanding lately, I’ve been noticing how many scholars had broken some of the sector's regulations.”

She sighed as she remembered the many arguments between Mahamatra and a few defiant scholars regarding their heinous deeds. You nodded slowly. It was usual for him to not neglect his own responsibilities to do his duty, but this time he seemed extra stressed than usual, and you can't be helped but be concerned about it.

“Hey,” Nilou said suddenly. “How about we go get some ice cream during the Hollow’s Eve Fair? We still have time right?” Her blue eyes sparkled happily upon your response as she waited patiently for your answer. It was always fun to spend time with Nilou, both in the classroom and outside of it. You smiled softly as you nodded your head in affirmation. “Of course! But what flavor should we get? I have a hard time choosing.”

At the mention of ice cream you noticed Nilou’s eyes widen in surprise. She chuckled lightly as her hand shot out and grabbed your own, clasping it firmly within hers. “Let’s go, before it runs out⏤Oh wait, we should invite some of our friends, as well. Do you think Dehya likes rocky road flavor?”

⏤🥀⏤

In the prior episode, you and Nilou are enjoying the pleasant flavor of the ice cream that you purchased earlier along with your friends, consisting of Dehya, Candace, Tighnari, and Collei. Sadly, Al Haitham and Kaveh are busy…with some things that I’m not going to elaborate on. Suffice to say, the rest of the group is excited to partake in what they wanted to do for the Hollow’s Eve Fair.

As midnight approached, the fair's plethora of color lights shone brightly for tourists and passersby to admire. As rides, attractions, and stalls inlaid upon your stunned reactions, dazzling lights flash, and flicker. The bright and festive glow that had been present had not faded, but it appeared as if time had been slowed; it was like a dreamy world with nothing but colors, sounds, and people to see.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted a cute stall that sells cute plushies but the one that caught your eyes is the dark-purple-colored jackal with it’s red eyes glimmering under the light. The plushie awfully remind you of someone.

“[Name]..! Over here, let’s go.” Snapping yourself from a trance, you followed your group of friends to the exciting attraction that every students were gossiping about.

You are now all at the entrance to the infamous Haunted Maze. You're all pretty excited, too, although you were quite nervous about the jump scares to come.

In fact, the very idea of such a place as this has scared everyone away, even though most people would find it intriguing. Not you though; no way. So, you’re all gathered around the ticket booth, waiting for it to open up so that everyone can purchase the tickets.

After purchasing the tickets, all of you stepped into a peculiar scenery within the tall green hedges. With realistic decorations attached to set up the ambiance, you almost felt like you were investigating an abandoned cemetery with mazes. You nearly jumped at Dehya’s exciting remark, breaking the eerie silence that once lingers.

“This is what I called “pay attention to the details”. This is better be good, I bet my 20 mora that Nilou is going to scream first.”

“Hey, don’t place bets on me.”

“Should we split up for a better experience?” Tighnari had suggested that gained everyone’s attention. His suggestion caused you to laugh lightly before replying back to him. “I think it sounds fun, actually! We can split up into groups and see what we see.”

Agreed, he and Collei went to the right path of the maze with Candace trailing behind them. While she left Dehya in charge of you and Nilou, and proceed in the opposite direction where the others went. And so, the scaring feast begins.

All of you take the first turn down the left path, passing a number of interesting items while trying not to make any noise. The sound of metal against stone echoed through the air from the numerous traps placed throughout the pathway. You tried to remain calm and not let your fear show as you passed each of the traps.

It didn’t take long for your group to start feeling creeped out when you found yourselves in another maze. There was a small trail of light emitting from the pathway in front of you and it led to another dead end.

“Well, that was weird. Maybe it’s not that bad.” Nilou commented, trying to reassure her friends. You and Dehya hummed in agreement, but deep down, you knew that she was just trying to make you feel better. However, as the three of you continued forward, you noticed something crawling underneath.

A fog. It must have been an illusion of your eyes, seeing things that weren’t there. That’s probably why you guys felt so unnerved about the entire thing. But then again, the cold gentle air touching your feet is living proof. Before addressing your friends about this matter, your perception has been coated with the fog that soon amplifies.

“Uh-guys..! Where are you?”

“Ugh, can’t see with this.”

Nilou and Dehya, their voice seems so near yet so far. Your senses heightened and all you could sense were faint whispers coming from every direction, the fog being the center of everything. As you try and locate the two women, you stumble upon a large opening, the ground underneath your feet disappears and a dark abyss greeted you with a loud thud. You’re terrified, you never liked these kinds of happenings and this definitely wasn’t helping.

“Nilou!! Dehya!!” Your voice sounded distant compared to what you expected it to sound like. Before you could lose your voice from screaming for your friends, someone encircled their arms around your waist. A hot breath ghosted over your ear.

“Found you.”

*SMACK*

⏤🥀⏤

Slowly and softly dabbing the cold compress to the apparent red mark on his cheek, he crossed his arms and let non-audible sounds slip his lips. Still irked by his previous stunt, you intentionally press the col compress slightly harder making him wince. “Next time, don’t scare me like that, Cy. Or else your cheeks won’t be the only thing to get smacked.”

He was quiet for a moment until you heard the sound of his feet moving closer towards you before he spoke up once more, voice just above a whisper, “I know. I’m sorry.”

He took in a deep breath then looked up at you again with a serious expression, “It won’t happen again, [Name].”

You gave an affirmative nod and smiled down at him as you began to pack away the supplies you had brought from the infirmary and stood from where you had been sitting on the floor next to him. Casting your gaze toward him, you notice that Cyno appears brittle, and you also notice a dark purple plush on his hand.

"Hey, I got this...for you," he says, revealing a stuffed plushie. But it's not just any stuffed toy; it's the plushie you've been eyeing since you and your friends entered the fair; you didn't have time because the majority of you wanted to try the Haunted Maze first, but now Cyno has given you the plush you've always sought.

Your eyes sparkled as you reached out to touch the soft fabric and pulled it closer, you were speechless and couldn’t find words as you stared into his eyes with a grateful smile.

You hadn’t noticed him standing up from his spot and had taken too long to reply to his words, but when you did look back up he gave you a shy smile. His hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie and a blush dusted across his face as he averts his eyes to look anywhere else but directly into yours.

“I know this won’t condone my lack of presence, and I-“

“Cyno, I know how hectic your schedule is, and I…understand, I do. But please spare me some moments with you, I missed you, you know?" A gentle and pleading tone only made Cyno's knees tremble from such a tender inflection from his dearest. But can't help but let a mischievous grin crawl into his feature.

"I've been gone for like half a day and all of a sudden you missed me?"

You cut him off before you quickly lean forward and give him a light kiss on the cheek and a smile. His blush turned deeper and his eyes widened slightly before they finally meet yours, the blush still present on his face but slowly fading away. He gave you a small grin before pulling you in for another quick kiss on the forehead.

As both of your smiles grew into genuine grins, you let out a content sigh, “It’s okay, Cy, I just want to spend time with you. That’s all I really care about anyway." You turn to grab your backpack and begin heading back towards the exit of the infirmary with Cyno right behind you. As he walked beside you with his hand brushing against yours, he gave you a small, loving smile.

He felt his heart flutter every time he caught you stealing glances his way; he knew he could never have enough of your affection, especially if it meant getting to spend time with you like this.

“What should we do now? The maze is closing in 20 minutes, the others still probably finishing the maze soon.”

“Well we probably shouldn’t wander around aimlessly and we could meet up with the other, I guess we could see the other attractions. In the meantime”

“But why we would go there when the main attraction is right here~”

“CYNO!”

Spirit's Note: My first fic, hope you enjoyed it!

#genshinimpact #genshinimpactxreader #xreader #cyno #cyno x y/n #cyno x you #cyno fluff #genshin impact cyno #genshin fanfic #cyno x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #cyno x reader fluff #spirit's writes

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sinful-liesel · 1 year

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PRISMATIC TEAR 🥀

Hide and seek in the hedge of thorns I can’t stop these feelings I say Hello in the hazy forest There’s something I want to tell you Let me see your PRISMATIC TEAR From your heart that was left behind Let me see your PRISMATIC TEAR I won’t die until I can hold you My love for you will never fade away

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#otoge #blackstar theater starless #bsts #blst #bsts yakou #bsts menou #bsts ginsei #bsts taiga #bsts qu #blackstar theater starless translations #bsts translations #josei muke #bsts team k #bsts team p #bsts team c #bsts team w

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late-to-the-fandom · 1 year

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🌻 🥀 💫 for Renathal, 🌸 🌾 for Elisewin?

This took me four hours😳 My brain today…

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Renathal is all about the details, in all universes. He knows the importance of romanticizing the domestic details of one’s own existence, and it’s part of the reason he takes such precise care in all aspects of his life. In the AU this manifests as the intricate strictures of his routine, the creature comforts of his flat, the care and attention he gives the notes he leaves on student papers, and in Revendreth its just Venthyr versions of the same. Seeing, appreciating, and tenderly cultivating the details of life is one of his most adorable traits.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Renathal absolutely keeps a diary. It’s not particularly creative in its decoration, but it is expensive, tasteful, and religiously maintained. Entries will begin as a recitation of events of the day and then diverge into his thoughts, opinions, musings, etc which are generally lurid, prosy, and a bit pretentious (he fancies himself a writer, can you imagine). An example of the latter can be found below.

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Gosh, just so many, but I think it will always be his tendency to fall back on dark humor that shows up in every universe and at the oddest of times.

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of! A few of the Maw Walker’s favorite things:

-The smell of the ocean

-Sex (with Renathal)

-Sunsets and colorful twilights

-Exploring exotic locales (with Renathal)

-Being awake when everyone else is sleeping

-Witty, fast-paced banter that takes all one’s thought process to keep up with (with Renathal)

-Flavourful, heady wines

-Listening to new and interesting stories (as told by Renathal)

-Jumping from great heights for absolutely no reason other than to fall gracefully through the air

-And a new one: lazy mornings in bed doing absolutely nothing but enjoying existing (with… you guessed it)

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

An excerpt from Prince Renathal’s stolen journal as found in the wilds of Revendreth by an adventurer and turned into Mistress Mihaela who ordered a copy created and now sells reproductions, the proceeds from which go to the restoration of Darkhaven. It should be noted that the Dark Prince is aware of this and does not mind in the slightest. The Maw Walker has refused to issue a public comment on its contents.

The Maw Walker is a hedge maze, a mysterious labyrinth, the paths through which one can spend a thousand years mapping only to find it has reformed itself around one, but within whose depths it is always exhilarating and wholly safe to lose oneself. An exquisitely twined collection of delicate buds which combined create a most solid, immovable, breathtaking whole, the beauty of which is almost an after thought in comparison to its thoughtful grace and grandeur. But it is at one’s own peril to mistake it for a domesticated foliage. It is deadly to underestimate, dangerous to cross. It cannot be controlled, but it may be cultivated by those willing and able to dedicate themselves entirely to its growth.

#ask games #renathal x maw walker #head canons #Renathal’s journal entry

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