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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day eleven: monsterfucking kink

>>> guys this one may be my fav day ngl...as you can tell by my blog's entire theme that this is my biggest and most violent fantasy i need dragon king bakugou in the worst way please oh my god please

>>> EDIT 10/11: MHA LEAKS OMFG THIS DROPPED THE DAY MHA LEAKS BAKUGOU IS BACK MY GLORIOUS KING!!!!

>>> starring: dragon king!bakugou x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: monsterfucking, bakugou is a hybrid, no prep, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, dark content, kinda forced marriage? mating bonds, uh, i think that's it. >>>wc: 2.9k >>> event masterlist

it was the new king’s coronation day, and as tradition demands, he shall have his pick of the finest women in his lands. you were brought forth amongst a host of other ladies deemed pretty enough for the young king to choose from. you were the only one of them that seemed irritated by the prospect, all the other girls were tittering and combing their hair while discussing their chances of being picked to be the dragon king’s new bride. he examined you all in a line, sneering at all the smiling and fluttering lashes—sending them crying from the room. he pauses on you, his gaze was stern and fiery but you didn’t hesitate to square your shoulders and meet it. he’s surprised; you don’t smile or extend your hand for him to kiss. you challenge him, you tell him with that strong set jaw and steel stare that you won’t be easy. he feels a pull on his heart, something he cannot yet explain. he likes you.

you tilt your chin up, almost like you’re the one sizing him up. you’re so regal and amusing to him that his mind is made up instantly, but he gives you a few more minutes of looking him over, hoping to see some semblance of interest on your face. king bakugou was a hulking form of a man, towering above everyone in the room. they always were bigger than the normal humans, but he was larger than any of the dragon shifters you had ever come across. the room almost didn’t seem big enough to contain him, and it was his castle. his burlap trousers balloon around his lower half, but it seems there were not shirts big enough to fit the new king of dragons, only a long fur cloak that fastened with a golden dragon broach stretching across the broad expanse of his chest. he was tanned and scarred from years of flight and battle, and muscled even more so. he had hints of sparkling scarlet scales trailing along his collarbones with pointy teeth that alluded to his other form. his biceps bulged as he folded his arms across his chest, admiring you as you admire him with a satisfied smirk on his face. you didn’t throw yourself at him like the rest, and he doubted you would yet still, but you weren’t shy to let your eyes linger on him. he likes you.

he smirks your way, grunting his approval. you were the perfect match. you certainly were the most beautiful creature of his kingdom, and your womanly figure assured him that he would sire several successful heirs with you. you captivated him and you had not yet spoken a word, though the young king could feel that fierce tugging on his heart again, something he now recognizes to be his mating bond the longer he looks at you and the stronger the feeling grows.

“mine.” he says simply, nodding at you in content. his right hand man and fellow dragon shifter steps closer, handing his friend and king a fur pelt similar to the one he wears before retreating back into the onlooking crowd. the king unclasps the matching golden dragon, swinging the covering over your shoulders and snapping the jewelry back into place with a surprising nimbleness. this was the first of many gifts the king would dole out for his mate and queen, but this is the first one to mark you as his. you’re shocked to be chosen, convinced he would take your surveying for disrespect and brutalize you here to send a message— but alas, the most explosive dragon ruler in all the lands chose you as his bride. “you are my mate. we will marry in two moons. dismissed.”

he looks over your head when he says this, ending the celebrations in favor of alone time with his chosen. his gaze has a hint of boredom to it as it glides around the room, red and fiery with unspoken strength and power behind them. you straighten yourself under the weight of your new cloak, bowing your head out of respect, albeit so quick it made the king exhale heavily through his nose as if to chuckle.

“you are amusing, mate.” he says, extending a warm battle-worn hand to push your hair away from your neck. he lets it rest against your shoulder, smirking at how small you were compared to him. it was overwhelmingly apparent that he could do anything he wanted to with you, and you weren’t necessarily opposed to the concept. you started this day with immense rage and dread at having to go before the king and be selected like a prize horse. but he surprised you, even being every bit as brute and brash as everyone said he’d be, his eyes sparkled when they came across you. he declared you his mate—-a huge deal for a dragon shifter, and shrouded you in the engagement cloak without so much as a second thought. there was no arguing with the king, nor his mating bond. your soul was created to nurture his, and vice versa. he felt this snap into place instantly, as a mortal, you probably wouldn’t feel the strength of your connection for several days to weeks. it was an honor, one you couldn’t believe was bestowed upon you—but you certainly weren’t complaining anymore. “i like you.”

you feel your body warm a bit from something as simple as his touch. he’s rough around the edges, and certainly doesn’t know how to be gentle or verbose, but his statement makes you smile warmly anyway. “thank you, my king. i’m quite amused as well.”

he lets his hand slide from your shoulder all the way to your hand, clutching it tight as he brings it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. your scent makes his heart skip a beat, and he wonders if he can make it through the next two months without ravaging his sweet maiden.

the days pass, slowly, but they pass. your king brings you several gifts and trinkets, filling your new chambers with tokens of his affection and fondness for his mate. the dragons were known for this, and your mate was the brightest and biggest of them all. so never did he go out to fly without returning with a clutch of presents. he was always so proud of himself as he showed them to you, shoving all the perfumes and jewels in your hands with a boastful grin.

“i found these for you. wear them.” he grunts, roughly pulling you into his arms for a crushing hug. he was working on it, but he manhandled you on accident a majority of the time, not used to interacting with women. you were getting used to it anyhow, only giggling and nodding your acceptance, cooing at how beautiful all the gifts were. he preens in your praise, eager to earn the deep affection that the bond produces.

you couldn’t deny that the bond was starting to affect you, as if you needed any help falling for the monster of a man meant to be your husband. he was kind and loving to you, and you couldn’t ask for much more. he was feared and revered, if you were dumb enough to cross him or his kingdom—soon to be your kingdom, then you earned the punishment of his hellfire tenfold. you wouldn’t find yourself begging for lives to be spared as you stand in the crowd while watching the king dole out sentences. he was brutal, and scary, vicious and primal in every way. his servants tremored in his wake, and though his people loved his protection, they feared his wrath. you were truly the only exception, and it was mystical for everyone to see the fierceness that abounds for his soon to be wife, his forever mate, his queen. and they could only hope your loving tenderness would tame the wild king.

he took meals with you, showed you around his dreary and plain castle, easily agreeing to your every decoration suggestion and insisting you do whatever you want—this is your home now too. he even took you on rides in his gorgeous dragon form, letting you see how beautiful the sun setting over the kingdom was, flying you to different nations, journeying close to the seawaters so you could feel the salty wind on your skin. he forced himself to sleep in his own quarters at night, trying and struggling to abide by common decency.

when your wedding day finally arrived, the king was more than ready to make you his queen officially—and then cart you to bed where decency would be the last thing on his mind. the ceremony is gorgeous, the image of you in your wedding gown was never to be forgotten on him, even though he couldn’t wait to rip it off of you. his brain had already geared into the darker side of things by the time you were being shown to your now shared chambers, and he could not resist his mate any longer.

you weren’t faring much better. however this mating bond usually affected mortal women, it had you ready to climb your king like a tree. as soon as the doors were closed, he was on you, shoving you backwards while hastily tearing at your dress. you assist him in getting it over your head with only minimal rips in the fabric. you can’t bring yourself to care as you fall back on the bed with his body covering yours like a blanket. he’s snarling, but he’s not angry, just eager and too impatient to think about all the lessons he’s learned in being gentle. he scoops you up and tosses you up towards headboard, and you swear you can see steam billow off his form as he eyes you down, watching you lay and spread for him.

“it’s been hard…waiting for you.” he complains, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the floor. the moment is so intense, you can feel the air thicken, smell the need permeating the air. he’s breathing heavily already, tugging at the weaving strings keeping his pants closed. your breath hitches when you see his scales glisten in the moonlight, the outline of his cock pressing against the troublesome burlap material. you pant out and nod, knowing the growth before you was only the first hint of what he had to pleasure his mate with. dragon shifters are larger than mortal men in every way, reflecting their dragon status in several different physical markers along their bodies, scales along their collarbones and spines, long mane-esque hairstyles, and of course their cocks. he steps out of the clothing, his massive leaking dick slapping up against his abs with a loud smack, you moan.

his ashy patch of hair and the scarlet scales glistening against his hip bones direct your attention to the monster cock you married. he’s long, thick, curved, lined with veins and a throbbing pink tip leaking his pre-cum in droplets on the bed. it was easily half the size of his thigh, both length and width wise. he fixes himself on the bed, shredding your panties with sharp talons and eyeing your tiny hole. he has all the intentions to stretch you a bit, to get you soaked to accommodate him but when he looks back up at you, you’re drooling.

you can’t imagine how good that’s going to feel inside you. all the times you had touched yourself out of curiosity or even genuine horniness would hardly compare to this, to the man it’s attached to—the way he watches you like a predator tells you there was nothing in this world that would prepare you for what he was about to do to you–what you wanted him to do to you. “i know…” you say after taking a deep breath, reaching for his face. “i’ve had to wait just as long.”

you squirm in place, lidded eyes flickering from his endowment to his eyes and then back again. “just wanna feel my king…i know you’ll fill me up so well.” you coo, batting your lashes.

he’s not in the right mind to banter with you, the only thoughts crossing his brain at the sight and scent of you was to ravage. he grips your hips tightly, trying to will himself to be stronger and give his new bride the treatment she deserves. he should prepare you like a gentleman, but unfortunately the young king is unable to will himself to be gentle. you seem to read his mind, nodding and spreading your legs a bit further, allowing him to get settled in the space you provide. he wastes no time in lining up with your entrance and bottoming out. he knows it’s sadistic that he enjoys the way your eyes cross at the sensation, the burning and splitting stretch ripping a sob from your throat. you clutch at his arms, the natural slick you produced just from your own anticipation aiding him in the glide. he stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him so he can also adjust to the feeling of your virgin pussy gripping him like a hand-tailored glove. he can’t fight the groan that leaves his lips, mindfully keeping his talons retracted as he rakes his hands over your plush stomach and wide hips, stopping to paw at your thick thighs and fat ass. he’s already rendered speechless, only able to grunt and groan as he starts to move, putting your legs up to his shoulders as to not face any resistance. you cry out at the new angle, absolutely feeling the searing heat of him splitting you apart, but you love it. you move your hips against his, head digging back against the pillow at the newfound pleasure.

it’s so hard for him to go slow, especially as you fuck yourself into him and cry out for more. your body takes him so well, as it was designed to, but he still didn’t expect it to feel and look and sound so good. he can see himself in your stomach, the spikes along his base curling into you and hitting every spot so well. you didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good, his cockhead drilling into your womb so hard it has the corners of your vision turning white.

he’s growling, unable to repress his animalistic side completely. he leans forward, snapping his hips to yours as your wanton moans fill the room. he lets his tongue lave over your neck, making you gasp out at the feeling. “mate–i need to mark–bite..” he rumbles in your ear, goosebumps rippling over his body when you whine out and nod.

“please! bite me, got those teeth f’r a reason—” you plead, your small hand guiding his face to the crook of your neck. your eagerness makes his cock twitch, your enjoyment paramount to him just as much as claiming his mate for the first time. he abides by your wishes, sinking his teeth into your flesh and clamping down, feeling you do the same around his dick. you moan out, clawing at his back with your own kind of talons. he can’t stop, driving bruises and bloody spots all along your neck and chest. he’d never go too deep even in his lusty haze, his primal instinct to protect his other half would never allow him to cause permanent harm. he admires his work, “pretty mate, my teeth marks.”

he grunts out, gripping your hips and roughly turning you over, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you into a deep arch. you scream at the new angle, some blood trickling down your neck and pooling between your breasts. he’s entranced by the shape of your body beneath him, how his hands take up your entire waist and the way your ass ripples as he hammers into you. you’re struggling to hold your body up under the force of his thrusts, gripping the covers beneath you for dear life. he reaches around your hip, locating the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. your hips falter when he presses his touch to your clit, a little sob coming from your lips as you begin to fall apart.

“pretty. coat my cock.” he grunts, cock jumping again as you nod and fall forward, your pussy spasming around him like crazy. he feels the rush of you, sending him shuddering towards his end too. “g’nna take my heirs.” he groans, slamming your hips back into his as he spills into you for the first time.

he pulls out quickly to gather you up in his arms, laying on his back with you protected by the expanse of his chest. you’re incoherent as his seed trickles out of you, and as bewitching as the sight is, he wants you to give him several warrior princes and princesses. so he slides his hands between your legs and chuckles as you jerk when you feel his fingers stuffing his cum back inside. you whine, so sensitive but yearning for all of his touches. he grunts a bit, leaning over to smooth your tousled hair and gently kissing the bruises and shallow wounds he gave you. his kindness touches you, and you relax into his body with a grin, knowing he would hold you to his heart’s content and then have the servants run a bath for the new dragon queen.

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circyexistforcontent · 1 year

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The boys with a succubus/incubus god?

CULT AU WITH A DEMON READER

❀ synopsis: “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” 2 CORINTHIANS 11:14

❀ warnings: slight suggestive content, biblical themes, cult themes, yandere themes, just dark content ahead. Remember you're trespassing on big boy/girl/kid territory, so just be aware of what you're reading ok?

❀ notes: This will contain a lot of dark themes since this is a cult AU and Sagau. But again, thank you all for 400 followers! I don't know how to thank you all (maybe I do, I want to start a event, but let me clear my inbox real quick). spoilers for genshin lore guys...

Being summoned to another world is...certainly interesting...

You didn't expect the moment you open your eyes to be greeted with such colorful characters, and in an RPG game no less. But you aren't complaining of course! This just makes things more entertaining for your part. And being worshipped as a god? This is an entire amusement park!

Your poor, poor acolytes...they have no idea what they have just brought upon this world. If you really were the creator of all no wonder Celestia decided to just one day order the archons to commit genocide. Your influence must have also greatly affected your creations which can explain why some of your acolytes have a questionable history.

Being in your presence just heightens their obsessive tendencies, if they weren't the type to hesitate to kill for you they sure aren't hesitating now. Some might even go as far as to kill in public in front of other devotees. It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a joyous occasion, you were in danger (or at least they try to justify their actions..) and as your devoted acolyte, they should protect you. (Shenhe, Traveler, Heizou, and Childe)

There are already ones that kill for you, but with your dark influence, they start to get a little bolder with their feelings. It would just start with lingering thoughts of your touch before it gets more provocative and they start imagining it more often. If they were brave enough, they would think about it while you were still in the same room as them. How sinful, but you don't mind♡ (Cyno, Gorou, Ei, and Zhongli)

They are the ones who know something was wrong with the supposed "Almighty one". They can just sense that something was not right and will immediately distance themselves from you as much as it hurts them too. They would observe you from afar to confirm any of their claims, but it backfires. Your voice is one of a siren, and like a pirate, they follow your voice only to be drowned in the very ocean they loved. But they didn't know drowning in the ocean can be this...euphoric (Dainslef, Venti, Ayaka, Kazuha)

This batch has more control over their yandere tendencies, but their acts of worship intensify. Festivals/Holidays will be hosted by them, and while some of them don't have the influence and money to host an event they will be helping with the preparations for the event (Jean, Noelle, Ayato, Ningguang, Diluc)

They will worship you, but some may take a step back after seeing you out of character. You were always so considerate and kind, they didn't think you would order them to draw your symbol with the khanreian's hilichurls blood. At the end of the day, they will still do what you please in hopes you will have a reward for them.

If you have any features from your demon form (slit pupils, horns, claws, sharp teeth, wings, etc) they won't think anything ill of them. If anything some would adore them openly. Dragons exist, and hybrids aren't uncommon on Teyvat. They would assume you might be a hybrid of a greater celestial species, and it would have many legends based off of it. The acolytes that have horns or any sort of similar feature would feel connected to you in a way and are honored to even have something in common with you.

But no matter how they claim to adore you or how honored they are to worship you, they can feel themselves hurl at your mere presence. Some even feel ill when they stay beside you for too long, and they would assume they are being punished. Or you are feeling negative and one of your powers is to project your emotions onto the environment around you.

But is it really? You have the same smile on your face while they choke on their own blood. You laugh at them after they confess to you about the night terrors that they get every time they spend a day with you. You left them to die after you "trained" them to get stronger.

They are foolish to convince themselves that you care, but some like to believe that you are doing this cause you care for them, how pitiful of them. I'm going to give an example, Venti would try to argue with you if you ever try to spur trouble on Monstadt, saying how it's not right and that the people should have a say in your decision. But after hours of gaslighting convincing he would shut his mouth as you declare a new law that restricts basic human rights. His people will understand, this is normal for sure...right?

The other archons like Ei and Zhongli, mostly Ei, will not think twice about your new changes in their nation. Nahida would be the ONLY normal archon who would know that you are no god. You're just a poser, a demon, a vermin from the underworld taking advantage of your follower's obsession. She will try her best to make her nation aware of who you really are, but what's the guarantee they will listen to her?

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munsonluhvr · 3 months

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MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER (DAY #3: LOVE LETTER EVENT)

contents: steve harrington x reader. nsfw! At a matchmaking event in Hawkins, you and Steve are introduced to each other for the first time and let's just say - the sparks fly. for clarification, steve is about 27, 28. word count - 2.3k

notes: welcome to day 3 of the love letter event; i hope you all have enjoyed it so far! i dont even care if this fic is hasty in the plot, i love a good hook up with stranger!steve. point blank period.

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“Could this get any worse?” A blonde girl with a name tag that reads ‘Anna’ says, shaking her head as her eyes scan the room. “I thought we would be meeting real men not these boys.”

You can’t help but laugh, feeling pleased that other’s feel similar to you. You’re at the first matchmaking event in Hawkins, standing in the gymnasium at Hawkins High School as you mingle with the opposite sex in hopes of finding a potential partner. However, the selection was less then subpar, and you were debating going home.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, the concept sounded a lot better when I saw the flyer, now I’m wondering what I’m doing here.” You respond to ‘Anna.’ The girl sighs in response, swirling the wine in her glass, her bracelets clinking together. A beat later, Anna speaks up again. “Happy Valentine’s Day to us, I guess.”

Your eyes look around, seeing the large group of people that mingle about the room. Cutout hearts made from red and pink construction paper are taped to the walls, adding color to the bland gymnasium. Many tall, standalone tables are scattered around the room, covered in tablecloths, host Valentine’s decorations in the middle of the tabletop, chocolate Hershey kisses scattered around. It looks like a high school dance.

There must be a hundred people that attend the matchmaking event, you had overheard the hosts of the event that it was a bigger turnout then they initially expected; an even fifty men and fifty women. When you saw the flyer for the event when you walked out of Melvald’s General Store, you thought it would be interesting, something to get you out of your comfort zone and meeting people. An event created just for young adults to meet each other, spark conversation, and foster romantic connections; what could be better? Though, now you stand in the gymnasium, watching poorly dressed men, men who couldn’t even make eye contact, exert larger than life egos and flaunting how they’ll ‘get lucky’ tonight. It didn’t help that you got all dressed up, spent close to an hour picking out the right outfit, applying your makeup flawlessly, styling your hair just right. It was a bummer; the night had had so much potential.

There wasn’t a single cute guy you saw at the event, and you had really tried to be open minded too. You let men sweet talk you, let them think you would give them a chance, but none of them peaked your interest, none made you curious. That is until Steve.

You are about to throw in the towel, standing against the wall with several women who were feeling identical to your feelings, but something tells you to give it one more go. “Wish me luck,” you whisper to Anna, pushing yourself off the wall. Anna offers you a sympathetic smile, lifting her glass towards you. You spy an empty table, deciding to park yourself there and allow anyone to approach you. You wobble in your high heels, the color of them pink to make your outfit cute and colorful, but you confidently stride over to the empty table that is at the other side of them room.

Once you reach the table, you take a sip of your wine, letting the liquid trickle down your throat. You wish you drank more when you walked into the event, it would have made the experience so much more tolerable.

You play nonchalant, casually resting on the tabletop. Instantly, Steve Harrington is captured by your presence as he notices you from the across the room. He notices you’re all alone and he is quick to get to you before anyone else. Steve rounds behind you, stepping off to the side to announce his presence to you. “What is a beauty like you standing all alone over here?”

You smile, a hot flush washing over your body. Not only is this man that stands in front of you the most attractive man at the event, he’s also the most attractive man you’ve seen in your entire life. “Waiting for a guy like you to come talk to me.” You say, a playful smile lingering on your mouth.

Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m glad I came over here then. You’re y/n?” Steve says, squinting to look at your small nametag. You nod, mimicking his glance, you squint and get a look at his nametag. “And you’re Steve?” Steve leans towards the tabletop, nodding. “Steve Harrington. Also known as your next boyfriend.”

You raise your eyebrows, amused by his answer. There was something that was different then the other guys you have met so far. He’s seemingly got an edge to him, something that makes you curious and want to get to know him. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly attractive, a sweet twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. “Is that so?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

Steve nods, taking a sip of his wine. “If you let me.”

You smile, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks. You laugh softly, shaking your head. You like that he’s confident, playful, but not arrogant. “You’re just cute enough that I might let you.” You say, placing your glass on the table beside you. You decide in this moment that you’d let this ‘Steve Harrington’ ruin your life.

Steve smiles, amusement playing across his face. Steve is slightly mad at himself as he lets his eyes graze over your body. Steve had come to the matchmaking event to find a partner, a girlfriend, it was time for him to settle down. He had left his playboy habits in the past, trying to mature over the several years he has been single, but Steve can’t help but let thoughts of bending you over enter his mind; it’s hasty, Steve knows that.

“Is that so?” Steve says, mimicking you. You smile, laughing lightly. You nod; giving it up easily was not part of your plan for tonight but as the minutes pass by with Steve in your presence, your plans change quickly. “Met anybody tonight that peaked your interest?” Steve asks, looking past you to the crowd that continues to mingle behind you.

“Just you,” you say, biting your lip.

“Ah,” Steve says, putting his attention back onto you. “So, there’s a chance I could ask you to dinner and you’d say yes?”

You shrug. “There’s a possibility.”

Steve continues to be amused by you, shaking his head. “Is there a chance I could drive you home before anyone else approaches you and takes away the small possibility I have?”

You laugh. You had already been ready to leave and you were grateful that you didn’t have to take the bus back home. “Certainly.”

After retrieving yours and Steve’s coats, you take a walk across the parking lot, instantly greeted by the brisk, February air. You close your coat across your body, attempting to conserve any body heat. Steve walks beside you, ushering your body across the parking lot to his station wagon. Once you approach the car, Steve walks you to the passenger seat but he pauses.

Steve gives you a look, one that you received many times from men. His eyes exhibit hunger, a deep interest in getting to know you beneath your clothes. You debate it in your mind, though you already know you’re going decide. Should you ignore Steve’s inviting look, only accepting his proposal to drive you home? Where’s the fun in that? Sure, it’s a bit crazy to hook up with someone after you met him only a short while ago. It is Valentine’s day after all, love is indeed in the air.

You let Steve grab ahold of your hips, his mouth finding yours with ease. Upon contact, you taste the light flavor of the wine they severed inside at the event, his tongue swiping across the bottom of your lip. It has been so long since you’ve been touched, your body instantly obliges by making your cunt slick with arousal. Steve leans you up against the side of his car, his body pressing against yours. His strong hands cup your face, your arms wrapped around his middle, as you help bring your two bodies together. There is a sense of urgency in his movements, his fingers tremble with anticipation.

Maneuvering around your body, Steve pulls open the door to the backseat of his station wagon, gently pulling you to the side to encourage you to get in. You break your mouth from his, backing yourself into the backseat of his car. Your heart pounds against your chest, the anticipation beginning to take a toll on you. Steve climbs into the car after you, letting his body hover over yours. Leaning back slightly, Steve pulls the car door shut, and begins to pull his jacket off, tossing it into the front seat. You follow, your fingers fumbling as you unzip the side of your dress, shrugging it off your body. You’re left in your undergarments, watching Steve as he strips his clothes of piece by piece.

Once Steve’s shirt is off, exposing his bare chest, which your hands immediately explore, and he’s shrugged his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, you lean back on the seats, parting your legs. Steve positions himself over you, letting his mouth re-connect with yours. “You’re so beautiful,” Steve mumbles against your lips, his fingers toying with the straps of your bra, gently pulling each strap down. You hook your fingers into your panties, pulling them off swiftly. Your fingers move quickly to the band of Steve’s boxers, working to pull them off too. At the same time, Steve continues to work at pulling your bra down, pulling it further down your torso, exposing your nipples. Steve breaks his mouth from yours once more, planting kisses from your jaw, down your throat, to your chest. Cupping your breast with one hand, maneuvering your breast into his mouth, his tongue brushing across your nipple. Upon contact, your head throws back, your fingers moving from his boxers into his lush hair.

Steve can’t take the anticipation any longer, reaching down his body to shrug his boxers off. Before you have any time to process, Steve pushes himself into you, your legs tightening around his waist. You gasp, your hands gripping Steve’s biceps. Steve moves inside of you at an even pace, beginning to stroke your sensitive spot, encouraging your eyes to roll into the back of your head. You whimper, his large size asking your cunt to accept his size, though you had never delt with anyone quite as large as Steve.

Your grip around Steve’s bicep tightens, his cock stretching you out. With each stroke, you feel Steve immerse himself deeply in you, small grunts escaping his mouth. You moan softly, against Steve’s skin, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, placing kisses in between grunts. Though it’s freezing outside, cold breezes finding its way into the car, the heat from yours and Steve’s bodies makes the inside of the car hot, fog beginning to form on the windows. The pleasure courses through your body, you reach up in response, your fingers brushing the cold glass of the windows. As Steve moves between your thighs, your legs part, your leg resting against the front seats of the car. “Fuck, Steve.” You whisper, your back arching against his movements. Steve’s name feels foreign rolling off your tongue, though you feel as if you could get used to saying it on a regular basis.

Steve can barely contain himself as he ruts into you, taking glances at your face which enamors him. Steve has known you for a short while, in reality – less than half an hour, and Steve hopes he gets to know you mor just beyond sex in the back of his car, but at this moment, Steve has never experienced a cunt that wrapped so tightly around him. Steve leans up off your body, lifting your legs so he’s cradling your legs against him, as he strokes into you. He gazes down at you, watching your eyes flutter shut, your lips part, soft moans escaping your lips, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. Underneath the two of you, Steve’s vehicle rocks, reminding Steve that you are in a public place, and that your activities go unnoticed.

Steve shortens his strokes, his breath becoming ragged as he begins to get closer to finishing. Your body craves him more, your skin tingling under his touch, as your core begins to tighten in your lower abdomen. You whine softly, the pressure building inside of you by the second. Steve’s slow movements aren’t curing your need for him, lifting your hips you grind against him, making up for his slow movements. Steve moves his hands down, his fingers locking around your hip bones, pulling your bottom into him. Steve groans, his eyes fluttering shut, his eyebrows knitting together, as he feels you move against him, at your own temp. And it feels heavenly to him, curing his intense lust for you. Without warning, Steve finishes deep into you, one last moan escaping his throat.

At the same time, your body tenses, an orgasm ricocheting through you. Your legs twinge, shaking around his body. You slump against the seat, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You’re breathless, your chest rising and falling, as Steve removes himself from inside you. Steve inhales several times, attempting to regain his breath. “Wow,” is all Steve says, his limbs loose and weak, as he leans against the car door.

You sit up, noticing the handprint you had made on the window, the bottom of the handprint dripping down, similar to the horror movies. You smile softly; the sex had been that good.

“Can I still take you home and out for dinner later this week?” Steve says, pulling his clothes back onto him. You smile again, looking towards Steve. “Definitely, I’d love that.”

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem

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lucienne-my-beloved · 19 days

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Hello my love! I have a prompt for you which will hopefully be a good one!

Due to a certain situation involving the key to Hell, the Dreaming is hosting a vast party of Gods and Goddesses, Angels and Demons, and strange beings of Order and Chaos, to name a few.

Lucienne, being second in command, has been busy making sure everyone is comfortable, putting together the preparations for a successful banquet, and making sure no unwanted guests mess up her precious library.

Finally the days events have come to an end, and the guests have settled down in their chambers (although Lord Morpheus will be busy throughout the night). Lucienne just wants to put her feet up and read a good book - Roses latest novel looks quite thrilling! - but her night isn't quite over, as someone has come to visit the library out of hours, and Lucienne is perhaps in for more thrills than just Roses book!

Ooh, thank you for the excellent prompt! Who could it be?

Lucienne’s feet were finally up, and she’d just opened her book to the next chapter, when she heard unfamiliar footsteps in her library. It was not Gault, whose footsteps were as familiar and beloved as the dimple when she smiled, nor Morpheus, whose footsteps were silent when he visited as a cat and only barely less silent in his other forms. And it was definitely not Mervyn, whose footsteps were always accompanied by muttered swearing and the clatter of ladders or buckets. (He didn’t work this late anymore anyway, since Matthew introduced him to the idea of unions and time off.) Lucienne sighed and resigned herself to putting down her book. One of the guests must have wandered into the Library, or perhaps there was a dream or nightmare who needed counsel, but in any case, her day was not quite over yet.

Page number memorized, she put her book down on her desk and stood, facing the sound and pulling on her suit jacket once more. Might as well look official.

It was not hard to find the visitor. The grace of their steps made it apparent that they could tread silently if they wished, and only made their footsteps audible to give her warning. The slave of Lord Kilderkin, Manifestation of Order, approached carrying the cardboard box that was the current incarnation of their master.

“Welcome to the Library,” Lucienne greeted them with a slight bow.

“I thank you,” answered the slave. “I have an interest in Order, as you might imagine, and wondered if I might see how you manage to effect it here, in the Dreaming.”

“Of course! I’ll give you the tour, shall I?”

“Wonderful! I’ll just…” and the slave set their master (the cardboard box) down on Lucienne’s desk. “It’ll be safe enough here, right?”

“Certainly. I get very few visitors at this time of night.”

“Excellent. Now, I’ve been very curious about the categorization system you use in this Library. Surely it must be very difficult to find things back.”

“It’s actually not a problem, generally.” Lucienne waved her hand at the nearest corridor as they began to walk. “You see, early on I realized the recursive nature of categorizing information, how every branch divides into smaller and smaller categories, becoming more and more precise. And having recently been a raven, at the time I became librarian, I was reminded of the design of my feathers — one main shaft, with barbs coming off it and barbules off those. So I designed the Library in a similar way…”

“Fascinating! And that works well for you?” The slave didn’t seem sceptical but inquiring, as if he might try to implement a similar system somewhere.

“In fact, it does! In almost all cases. This section here, the Tumblr section, is a bit of an exception. I can never seem to find what I’m looking for here. But I have a feeling that’s a characteristic of Tumblr and not an issue with my system.”

“Ah. I would not know. The Lords of Order have no familiarity with Tumblr.”

“I would expect not. It seems to belong more to the realm of Chaos.” The slave nodded sagely and seemed to almost regretfully put aside their curiosity about the Tumblr section.

Just then, Morpheus streaked past them in his cat form. (Lucienne secretly thought of him as Meowpheus when he was in this form. But she’d never tell him that. Maybe she’d tell Matthew one day, if only she could trust him to keep it to himself.)

“Oh! A cat!” The slave was obviously startled to find an animal in the Library.

“Yes! It is not uncommon in some places for libraries to keep cats. In fact, here is the section on library cats and other cats who have jobs.”

“Fabulous!” Lucienne waited attentively as the slave browsed the shelves and eventually chose a couple books to borrow for the night. One was on library cats, and the other on library design and information categorization.

“Let’s just bring those back to my desk to enter in the Ledger, and you can pick up your master as well,” she suggested when they were finished.

“Of course. Thank you for the lovely tour, you’ve given me much to think about.”

“You are very welcome.” Lucienne smiled warmly but then turned to follow the guest’s eyes at the sudden shocked look on their face.

On her desk was the cardboard box, Kilderkin, Lord of Order. Sitting in it was Meowpheus. He stared at them with his haughty cat gaze (well, his normal gaze), obviously perfectly content with his place and in no mood to move.

“I. You. Um.” The slave looked at Lucienne in panic. “The Library Cat can’t just sit in the Lord of Order!”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized smoothly. “I’m sure he will find his way to another comfy spot, Quite Soon Now.” She glared at Lord Morpheus, and he glared right back. But then he deigned to stand and saunter out of the box, shaking his back leg to show his disdain of her before leaping off the desk and onto the nearby window reading nook where his cat nest was.

The slave shakily picked up the Lord of Order, reaching inside the box for the note which had appeared.

“Get this cat out of me,” it said. “We are done here.”

“I’m sorry, Lucienne, I must go,” the slave apologized, bowing deeply.

“Of course. I’ll hold onto these in case you can come borrow them later.” She set the books aside on her quick reference shelf and escorted him out of the Palace to ensure no other offences would occur on the way.

Back in the Library once again she hesitated before picking her book up, looking at Meowpheus in his window nest.

“Really, my Lord,” she chided.

He blinked his cat eyes at her, looking smug and extremely proud of himself. She sighed and picked up her book, hiding behind it to roll her eyes. She might never fully understand the King of Dreams, but they had a good understanding.

#lucienne the librarian #meowpheus #ficlets for lucienne #the sandman comics #sandman comic spoilers

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Bro you gotta do a part 2 with professional chef Mc with the side characters! Those headcaons were amazing 😭❤️

Aw, well when you put it that way, how can I say no?

I'm literally writing this while playing Solomon's B-Day event haha the multi-tasking is real.

Simeon had a feeling there was something special about the human when the brothers acted like there was something to hide (they figured they'd monopolise their new house chef for as long as they could).

The retreat to the Demon Lord's Castle soon put an end to that.

Honestly, both he and Luke have PTSD for human cooking at this point, so both instinctively flinch when MC sets something down and announces they've cooked it.

Thankfully, it's purely a Solomon thing.

After that, Purgatory Hall hosts "Human cooking night" where Solomon thinks he's cooking, and MC does their absolute best to make sure he touches absolutely nothing.

Luke absolutely loves swapping recipes with MC, they'll spend hours in the kitchen and he loves to hear stories about what it's like to work in a professional kitchen in the human world.

"It sounds so stressful!"

"That's because it is, hun."

It's hard to believe when they look so peacefully focused on what their hands are doing. He admires the practise and ease, the fearlessness in changing a recipe or trying something new. He can see that same fearlessness out in the devildom, and it's really something to admire.

Solomon is fascinated by MC in general, not just their cooking. Magic-less, inexperienced, he has to wonder if they even knew the Devildom existed before they were thrust headlong into it.

Now they're making pacts and delicious food left and right.

That adventurous nature comes out with food combinations which should taste utterly disgusting become explosions of delightful flavour on his tongue, and he doesn't care much for food.

Still, in his long life, if every meal has this much colour and passion, the years would feel rather short indeed.

Diavolo is of a similar mind. He's existed for so long that remembering to enjoy food can be hard.

With an exchange student willing to showcase a talent that's taken demons and angels centuries to perfect, he has no choice but to stop and smell that filet mignon!

He's delighted with how they've bloomed, and reminds them not to let the brothers monopolise their cooking. It may be their passion, but it's not all they are.

Diavolo is happy to indulge them in any other interests they may have and give them a break from the kitchen, but...he certainly won't complain about being taste tester.

Barbatos is much the same. MC is exceedingly talented in the kitchen, but there is more to life than a single talent, and sometimes, he understands, they just don't feel like cooking.

On days like that, he makes sure food gets delivered to their door, either through joint effort of he and Luke, or a home delivery from Ristorante Six.

Nothing but the best for MC.

#obey me undateables #obey me x mc #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me barbatos #barbatos x mc

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spoops-inliyue · 1 year

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| Intentionally or not

Character(s): Tighnari

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral reader || Enemies to lovers (closer to rivals to lovers) || Secret Santa piece for @falconflight123 <3 Hope you like it and please tell me if you’d like me to make any changes || I’ve made my own lore for the Teyvat equivalent of secret Santa since they don’t have Christianity and such 👍 || My intention was not for this to be near 6k words oops

Secret santa was a new custom that originated in Sheznaya, a game of sorts that was played within a celebration for the Taritsa, in a way similar to that of Liyue’s rite of descension for Rex Lapis and yet much more of a homely celebration. The customs of Sheznaya were of little importance to those in other nations just as the rite of descension was of little importance to the people of Sumeru but it was a celebration backed by the Harbgingers so naturally became one of great interest to anyone with connections with the Fatui and from there to the ordinary people of Teyvat.

While few outside of Sheznaya celebrated for the sake of the Taritsa, they had taken a liking to the games that they played for the celebration in the colder months and few in Sumeru could resist the allure of the understanding of something new.

You were not part of those few.

So, here you sat amongst various other forest rangers, some you were familiar with, some you’re convinced that you have never seen in your life and appeared out of nowhere but such was the usual since many of them ended up staying out on various missions in the forest for extensive periods of time.

Never by anyone’s say, just because they had decided to stay there for a while. It would certainly never be by the say of the person that you had somehow been assigned as your partner for secret Santa.

You stared down at the piece of paper in your hand, the name written in Dori’s familiar script - not that you were surprised, seeing as she was the one who had decided to host the event most likely for the easy chance of getting a few million mora - and stared at it for a few seconds more, hoping that - somehow - the letters would float off of the paper and rearrange themselves. To whose name, you didn’t know and nor did you particularly care.

Adamantly avoiding looking at the paper now, you quickly walked over to the pink haired merchant who had handed you the paper to you in the beginning.

“Dori.” The girl in question turned around with a knowing smile on her face.

“Yes, my dear friend and dearest customer?”

Ah, she was having too much fun with this.

“You already know what I’m going to ask.” You held the paper up to her, frown on your face and eyes glaring at her carefree expression.

She giggled, spinning around gleefully on her floating lamp. “Don’t worry. Tighnari’s just as annoyed about it as you are!”

With the way that she said it, you would have thought it was the best news, a reason to jump for joy and sing and such. It only served to cause your expression to turn incredulous. “And that’s a good thing why? Like, come on, there’s people that have come here from Inazuma for archons’ sake and you put me with him?!”

You scoffed at her still unchanging glee. “If anything, I would say that’s more reason to give us different partners for this! Come on Dori, I can’t be partnered with him and have to get him a gift!”

“Come ooon~ This is a great chance for you to finally settle your differences!”

There was no part of what she was saying that made sense to you. “By arguing over what to get for 2 weeks and hiding the fact that he’s who I’m getting a gift for?” She was smarter than this, you knew that for a fact, so why was she suddenly proposing the most bizarre idea that you thought you’d ever heard from her?

“By finding a way to deal with me forcing the two of you to get along.”

“To deal with what-?” She didn’t even give you the chance to finish asking before she had disappeared to float in front of the gathered group who were all busy trying to find their partners for the exchange.

“Participants!” Your friend clapped her hands and stood up on her floating lamp. “Now that you all have your partners’ names, it’s time to introduce to you the two rules we’ll have!”

She held up her pointer finger, “Rule one! No letting your exchangee know who you are until the 24th when we’re giving our gifts!” She held up her second finger, “And rule two! I won’t hear any complaints about your partners! I’ll be keeping a close eye on all of you,” the ‘as potential customers’ part was a given, “and anyone who doesn’t get along with their partner will be disqualified and will have to explain to their exchangee that the reason that they aren’t getting a gift is because they wouldn’t grow up and get along with their partner.”

Your jaw hung open in disbelief. “You’ve got to be-“

“You know, it’s not going to work out for either one of us if you decide that you’re going to start hiding from me when we’re supposed to be working together for this.”

Your lips pressed into a line and you took in a slow breath through your nose, fighting internally to bite back a snide response to his condescending tone.

“I was trying to find a way for us to switch partners. Make this whole process easier for us and such.” You turned to smile tensely at the ranger who stood with an equally displeased expression on his face. “Same principle with research, isn’t it? Don’t work with someone that won’t cooperate with you-“

“I feel that it would be more accurate to say that you won’t cooperate with me in this case; but that principle becomes void when neither you nor someone that you can get along with have the necessary skills or experience for a given type of research.” His tone gave away the fact that he was already more than annoyed at you and you hadn’t even gotten to exchange pleasantries yet. “You don’t know the other forest rangers as well as I do so you’ll learnt struggle to find your exchangee - as Dori calls them - an appropriate gift.”

Working with him would be really convenient if not for the fact that he was the person you were supposed to give a gift to.

You had no response to that that wouldn’t have Dori seem the two of you too volatile in each others company to be permitted to continue taking part in the exchange, gritting your teeth still with your same tense smile on your lips and narrowing your eyes at the Fennec hybrid. “If you know them all so well, then we’ll be done quickly.”

>> — - >

At this rate, you were definitely not going to be done quickly.

You’d been at this for hours now, from the minute that Tighnari had returned from his patrol up until the sun had set and still going. You still had a week left but, realistically, you only had the meat 3 days; the two of you both being swamped with work in the forest for the rest of the week what with ensuring that accommodations for those that couldn’t stay in the city - that Dori was so graciously paying for as the main benefactor for the event but you were providing - didn’t see any issues. These were the only days that you were both absolutely certain that you both had.

A free day that you both would have wanted to spend doing anything else with the back and forth that was really starting to grate on your ears and have you give up on the entire exchange really ruining your mood for what you were certain would be the entire week.

And it wasn’t even important for you! You weren’t ready to spend several more hours arguing over a gift that you weren’t even going to be getting for the first people whose name you saw on the list of participants for the event.

Curse your pride for stopping you and curse Tighnari for being the reason that you wanted to give up.

It only made it worse that both of you were doing everything to ensure that the other wasn’t doing more work and therefore being the “more cooperative” of the two of you despite the fact that you had yet to have found a single suggestion out of either list that you both agreed on, argument after argument ensuing as you reasoned why one gift was suitable or another wasn’t.

Again, with everything you were doing being for someone that you weren’t even assigned. Maybe you should actually buy him a gift. Just for the sake of all of this not being a waste of time.

It was tiring for the both of you.

“Hapasiya wouldn’t want us to buy her incense, she likes having it made herself.” You crossed off incense from the list that Tighnari had compiled for the person that he was to buy - or make - a gift for. While he’d gone on about you not knowing many people, Hapasiya was someone that you were certain you could buy a gift for with ease.

If only yours was the same.

“Come on, you’ve heard her talk about the importance of connecting with yourself before you can connect with anything else, especially after the first incident when she connected with the false god’s vessel. Think, maybe.”

You tapped Tighnari’s head and he swatted your hand away which came with an annoyed flick of his ears though no reprimandation and reminded to back off of his hair and ears. “She’s still meditating in the forest, she doesn’t see any need for any material possessions so she would have little use for anything else. Receiving incense from a friend or as a gift could help her make it more meaningful and give it a stronger connection with her.”

He put dots next to all of the material items that you had written on your own list for Hapasiya - which was most of them, much to your dismay, as he placed the dots on the paper from the moment that he had started talking up until the moment that he stopped.

“Hapasiya’s fond of keepsakes that she can keep in her home, wouldn’t it be better to buy her something that she could keep forever rather than something finite?” You circled Tighnari’s entire list, save for the first three suggestions - all of which were clothing of some form that you were both still on the fence regarding, “Don’t most people tend to get really anxious about using up gifts?”

You heard his earring make a little twinkle as the pieces hit against each other when Tighnari’s ears twitched and then quickly flattened against his head before he rolled his eyes while still looking at the papers on the table with furrowed brows. Your hand balled into a fist as you recalled the fact that he did that to block out sound.

A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth and your fisted hand relaxed. Whatever, he would have to listen to you anyway for the sake of the exchange.

“You know what? How about we try and figure out what you’re getting, first? You might be more cooperative then since it’s someone that you don’t know,” he asked but, despite it being phrased as a question, there wasn’t much room for you to decline his idea as he swiped the papers off the table and folded them up quickly before putting them off to the side.

You threw a pillow from your seat at the man’s face. “You don’t know him either!”

>> — - >

“He works for the Yashiro commissioner, when would he possibly have the time to keep up with anything that you have to use consistently and long term?” The dark haired forest ranger took a hair tie from his wrist, something that you’d realised a few months prior that he would keep hidden - whether intentionally or not - under his gloves, and tied his hair up, exposing his undercut but getting his longer hair out of the way while he crossed at least 4 of your suggestions off of the page. It was good to know that you weren’t the only one getting fed up.

“Oh, I don’t know Tighnari, maybe in the same way that he manages the Kamisato household consistently and long term-“

>> — - >

“Hapasiya likes to have her hair short, you might as well buy her scissors rather than oils for hair growth.”

>> — - >

He’s working for and living with one of the richest clans in Inazuma, what would he do with any form of travel permits to anywhere? They could probably just buy the whole transportation system.”

>> — - >

“That just seems like something you would buy for yourself. It’s an exchange, you don’t get to keep what you buy.”

>> — - >

“Didn’t you used to own one of those when we were studying in the Akademia? Aw, feeling nostalgic?”

>> — - >

“Didn’t someone once try and give something like that to Alhaitham?”

Your eyes widened as they recalled the memory, “Haha, they did! His face was hilarious, he didn’t know if it was genuine or a prank so he just walked off with it after just standing there for 5 minutes. He’s always been terrible with people.”

>> — - >

“I remember these weird grabby things were really popular when they first brought them over from Fontaine.”

Tighnari leaned over to see what you were talking about, reading the name on your list and nodding in realisation. “I asked my dad for one once and he gave me such a weird look and asked me what I needed it for. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was too scared to climb the taller trees to get to the Sunsetias.”

You looked at him incredulously. “You were? You wouldn’t think that now, look at you.”

>> — - >

When your bickering and insults had turned to light banter and then laughter, you didn’t know, but you’d been at it for hours and your energy was long depleted.

The two of you stared blankly at the now fully crossed out sheets of suggestions that you had compiled, nothing, not a single thing from any of the several lists that you had made for both your and Tighnari’s exchangees managing to get an agreement from the both of you. A lot of laughs and old memories, sure, but no concrete agreements on what you would each be getting.

The soft chairs that you were sitting in were starting to feel very ideal for sleep as you both ignored the sun coming up and light filtering into the room, eyelids heavy and ready to drop the both of you off into a dream.

“Should we just buy them clothes and move on?”

Tighnari yawned, lazily meeting your gaze with his cheek leaning on the back of his chair, “No, it would seem inconsiderate and just embarrassing if we got them the wrong sizes.”

You waved your hand vaguely, body limp on the chair and unwilling to move. “We’ve bought clothes for Hapasiya before.”

“Exactly why it would seem inconsiderate and you don’t even know how this Thoma fellow looks, much less his size.” He yawned again which pulled a yawn from yourself.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He hummed in agreement, prompting another one of many eye rolls from you, though your annoyance now didn’t even reach half hearted.

“Should we just go to the market tomorrow to look around then? Might have better luck in person?”

You waited for a second but were met with silence as a response, something that confused you since he’d been talking to you for the past several hours and now decided to finally shut up. You couldn’t deny that during the most recent of those hours, you would have found yourself rather upset to have had him stop talking.

Still, you were unwilling - and too tired - to look over to see what he was doing that had him so preoccupied that he couldn’t say anything in response to your perfectly logical idea.

“Tighnari?”

Still nothing.

“Come on, what are you four? A bit childish for you to be ignoring me-“ the opportunity to tease him and catch him with his little focused expression that you would never admit that you used to love to admire when you were still a student gave you the energy to turn around and you were met with the sight of the forest ranger fast asleep in his seat, ears shifting slightly to listen out for any danger.

“Hah, great.”

You sighed softly at his vulnerable state, reaching into your bag to pull out a shawl that you had taken out with you invade it had started to rain and got cold, draping it over him and eyeing him for a moment longer when he snuggled into the fabric before settling back into your chair to sleep yourself.

You weren’t going to think too much on the fact that he wouldn’t be asleep if he wasn’t comfortable or didn’t feel safe. It only made sense for him to feel that way seeing as you’d known him since your days in the Akademia as a student and your classmate.

It was weird to think that he was so comfortable now though, to think back on the laughs and jokes of only a few minutes prior when the two of you couldn’t even stand each other's presence a year ago.

It was a constant mental battle with him while you were still studying there while he tried teaching you and helping you catch up whenever you missed days - as your dutiful roommate who was constantly above you in the class and was assigned to tutor you, something that he wasn’t about to decline given his reputation as the ideal student.

If only he actually cared about what the teachers, beyond his own, thought about him. Maybe then it would have actually been helpful when he tried to help rather than decidedly deeming that you were being uncooperative on purpose - though you couldn’t lie that it was annoying being tutored by one of the three golden boys in your gear in the Akademia and you may have spent your fair share of time complaining despite still managing to understand the content from him - which made him decide to belittle you even more that he already had with his routines and expected work and spoon feeding you your lessons like you were still a child which only made you seem more uncooperative as you tried to tell him that you already knew the content and that he was wasting your time and his.

Or maybe if either of you had liked each other at all in the first place. That probably would have contributed to making everything harder while the two of you were studying.

>> — - >

“Come on, wake up. Collei got worried and brought us pita pockets to eat.”

You stretched out your limbs, bleary eyed and able to see very little save for a mop of dark hair and a blob for a face in front of you until you blinked several times and rubbed your eyes. “What?”

You recognised the voice by the sigh and became aware of Tighnari being the one that was in the room and after that the smell of the pita pockets that you still needed to ask Collei to give you the recipe for.

“You slept over and Collei’s made us both breakfast. You’ll want to eat and then go and change so we can go out.”

You nodded your head with a yawn, dismissively waving your hand at him and taking one of the pita pockets from his hand, all the while ignoring the fact that he was seeing you in your newly woken up state which was nothing close to a good look on anyone.

“When did you decide that we were gonna go out? I said the same thing yesterday but you were asleep.” You leant against the chair before deciding that you felt too awkward just standing there and eating and used your free hand to help Tighnari tidy up a bit, picking up your shawl which you realised was covering you rather than Tighnari as you had left it yesterday, and shifting the chairs back into place.

“I heard you, I was just too tired to respond.”

“…” you stared at him blankly for a second and then shrugged.” At least I still get the credit for the idea.”

>> — - >

“Finally, we’re done and I can be free of you.” You stretched your arms above your head and heard a satisfying couple clicks from your shoulder as you left Sumeru city and decided to sit by one of the nearby streams to take a break.

You’d rushed to your house after waking up so that you didn’t have to waste so much time trying to look around for the gifts but you’d underestimated how much time it was going to take the two of you all together. You were going to start appreciating your legs more and also being more aware of judging a vendor’s items while you were standing right in front of them.

“Why were you acting like that before?” Tighnari asked, almost randomly, as he moved to sit beside you, Hapasiya’s gift in hand while the gift for Thoma laid beside you. In the end, you did decide to actually buy the man a gift while you planned to buy Tighnari’s gift after he’d gone home. Or rather, you had to buy a gift or it would seem weird that you came up with the idea and came out to the market and then didn’t buy anything.

You would just have to explain why you had bought this stranger a gift but apparently the whole celebration was very big on good will, not that Tighnari was showing you any with the borderline accusatory tone of his voice.

“Like what?” Your response came in the form of a question, confused. You were sure you weren't looking at him any differently than you had been the day before. Perhaps a little more awake?

“Like you hated my very existence? It was weird to me because we were able to get along just fine last night. ”

Is that how you looked at him? That was how you figured he looked at you.

“And you didn’t?”

His tail bristled behind him and his lips pulled down into a confused frown. “No? When did you ever get that impression?”

It was your turn to become even more confused as you looked at him like he’s grown an extra head. “I mean, I acted like that because you acted like that. It’s been like this since the Akademia when you were constantly being a condescending prick about tutoring me.”

“When was I ever condescending?” This seemed to just be the two of you taking turns to become more and more confused each time you spoke.

“You’re literally doing it now! Listen to how you’re talking!” You gestured wildly and vaguely to his entire being.

“How I’m talking?”

“Uh, yeah? You talk like you’re always right. You always have. You’ve been practically on par with Alhaitham since day one.” You gestured again vaguely with your hands to help indicate your referral to the past.

“You were the one who was always being uncooperative.”

“You think I wanted to cooperate with you when you taught me the content like I was eight years old?” Folding your arms over your chest, you fixed him a look of annoyance and disbelief though less than usual with the memories of how you spoke last night still fresh (ish) in your mind.

He mimicked you in this, folie his own arms and looking at you in the same way that a mother would look at her child whenever they were pushing their luck with what she would allow them to do. An oddly specific comparison but it felt the most accurate as it popped up into your mind.

“I did that because I figured you were being uncooperative because you were studying the content yourself and didn’t want me reteaching it to you because you’d always said that you knew what I was trying to catch you up on and I decided to do less so you wouldn’t have to be doing a bunch extra work during the sessions that the teachers allocated for us.”

You threw your hands up in the air and let them hit against your thighs when they fell back down. “You couldn’t have said something about that?”

“It was difficult to have done so when you hated being near me. You think I wanted to talk to you when you were looking at me like you wanted to throw me out of the Akademia yourself?” He copied your phrasing and your disgruntled tone.

“So this has all just been a bunch of misunderstandings?” You decided to summarise the entire issue, feeling like your world was falling apart around you as a result of your stupidity as the words left your lips.

Tighnari groaned at the realisation while you laughed pityingly at both him and yourself. How such a thing could have slipped past of of the Akademia’s star students and a student that was studying at the same level as him was so beyond the both of you that it was embarrassing but Tighnari’s consciousness of the emotions of other people had come about during his training as a forest ranger rather than during his somewhat reclusive upbringing or his time studying amongst a bunch of egotistical students in the Akademia who knew nothing that went beyond their educational intelligence.

“You know, ha, this is really annoying actually because I really like- liked you before the whole tutoring thing.” You put off your pause between the present and past tense as a slip of the tongue despite the way that your heart thudded in your panic at what you had almost said.

He went quiet at that and you turned your head to see him looking at the ground with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher. “Nari?”

“Well, since we’re coming clean-“ his smile was one that reflected your pitying laugh from before though clearly directed at himself, “I liked you during the whole tutoring thing, despite how annoying you were. It was a refreshing change from the likes of people such as the other scribes who valued intelligence above all else while you really were just trying to get through the years without getting involved in all of their superiority nonsense. They gave me a headache every time they spoke.”

You both laughed at that, the atmosphere comfortable despite your embarrassing, though only to yourselves, confessions.

The silence that followed made your heartbeat sound embarrassingly loud to you and you were certain that Tighnari would hear it. It was that thought that spurred you to say something that had been on your mind since the realisation that your entire silly little rivalry was because of a bunch of misunderstandings wrapped up in more misunderstandings.

You put your hand over his and smiled at him despite your nerves.

“Then how about a second chance? For the both of us?”

“I think that’ll be the best course of action.”

The rustle of what sounded like leaves above you saved you from an awkward silence and the two of you looked up to see a branch with a small white flower on it.

Tighnari groaned again, his ears pressing against his head as he covered his face specifically with the hand that wasn’t under yours, a gesture that made your heart do a little dance.

“What? What is it?”

“Mistletoe, one of the-“

“Traditions for the celebration-“ Now you remembered it. How could you not when everyone had been hanging it around so often that you’d been commissioned to take a bunch of the stuff down?

You looked back up to the plant, specifically so that you didn’t have to look at Tighnari for fear of your face burning up even more and spied a small ring of purple around at the very top of the branch.

A ring of electro energy.

“What the-?” Tighnari looked up at the confusion to see what you were looking at and you managed to spy his flushed cheeks that he had been covering.

“Dori.” “Cyno.”

“Cyno?” “Dori?”

“Wait, what does Cyno have to do with this?”

“He said something about the two of us needing to get along since we worked with each other.”

“Dori said the same thing. Fairly certain this goes beyond the realms of us getting along though. By either of their standards. Scratch that, this is definitely

something Dori would do.”

There was no way the two of them were working together, what with Cyno being the general mahamatra and Dori being the type of merchant that she was and yet somehow their plans had aligned perfectly for the both of them.

You both laughed again, something that you felt you wouldn’t mind getting used to, and you looked back up to the mistletoe and then down to the forest ranger who had his head cocked to the side and ears twitching in confusion at your contemplative expression.

“So, do we just leave the mistletoe there or-?”

Tighnari laughed, a sound that had your heart warming and a smile reaching your face before your own laughter joined his.

He stood and reached his hand out to you to help you up which you gladly took. “We should return the mistletoe to Dori before she charges us for it.”

And both of your laughter returned anew.

>> — - >

The rest of the week leading up to the final day for the exchange you spent with Tighnari, starting anew with your impressions of each other and becoming surprisingly close. You’d known each other before of course but never to this degree.

“You’re not half bad under all of the fluff and the sarcasm, y’know?”

“Hah! I’m the one who’s not half bad?”

You leaned back a little to get a better look at him, grinning with brows raised in a condescendingly questioning manner, meeting his unimpressed but still smiling face but you couldn’t hold your expression as well as he could and soon you were laughing, giving in to the urge and smiling freely.

Tighnari was smiling more naturally himself and you felt your gaze soften as he turned his head to look at the setting sun. He was so pretty.

His lips were upturned and eyes soft, and it was difficult, when you were seeing him like that, to stop the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach and the way that your heartbeat sped up just that little bit.

You thought back to the gift that you had decided on for him, an album that you had compiled yourself of the various flora decorating Sumeru. You knew that he had all of that information stored away in his head somewhere and amongst various messy notes but he could do with some organisation.

You’d stayed up for several hours ordering your own notes so that you could make it and had to commission a few people to get you all of the samples which you pressed and dried to put into the book, each page coming with its own bookmark that had a little summary of what the plant can be used for which slotted into a flap on the page.

Was it excessive? Perhaps a tad bit but you felt that it was worth it now, seeing Tighnari so relaxed. Maybe you could never keep that expression on his face permanently but you may as well try.

>> — - >

The day of the exchange was the first day that week that you didn’t spend with Tighnari, obviously not about to risk him seeing a gift different from the one that you had bought with him and then putting two and two together to realise that you’d lied about who your exchangee was or he would see it as a second gift - given that you had bought the gift that you had gotten for this Thoma fellow with you - and realise that you had gotten someone else a gift. Either way, it wasn’t ideal for him to see it.

Not that he would pry or anything but he was someone who valued honesty so you preferred not to have him know until the last second.

“Well, seeing as everyone’s here, time to find your exchangee and give them your gift!” And with the sound of Dori’s voice, the last second was now.

People were quick to try and find their given person for the exchange which made you glad for Dori’s extra expenditures to find a large venue though you were certain that she definitely got it all back and then some out of all of this.

However, you could still see very little as you searched for Tighnari, somehow not catching sight of the familiar pair of ears above the crowd or hearing the clinking of the vials that he kept on his person. No, you had to turn and bump right into him to find him.

“Oh! Tighnari, there you are! Did you find your exchangee?” You held the gift behind your back.

He looked almost sheepish as he spoke, a light flush on his cheeks, “I have now.”

You looked around you, only to see that he was clearly talking to you and your eyes widened in surprise before you covered your face with one hand, feeling the heat coming from your cheeks, and giving up on hiding his album.

“And I’ve just found mine.”

“Did Dori set us both up as each other's partners and secret santas?” You just nodded, unable to come to terms with the situation.

“This has to be against the rules of this whole exchange.”

And just in that moment, the merchant in question appeared with a smile and her hands on her hips. “Hey, following the rules is your job here! And you’ve missed one.”

You gave her a look before following the direction of her finger upwards, your gaze landing on a familiar white branch which had your cheeks heating up once more.

“Dori-“

“Nope! You got away with it once but you won’t be getting away with it a second time! You know the rules.”

Yup, you knew alright. It was the reason that your heartbeat had sped up and your gaze was looking anywhere that wasn’t the mistletoe but, when your eyes met Tighnari’s, it was clear that he wasn’t faring any better.

You would have found his blushing cheeks and flattened ears adorable if not for the fact that you were a bit preoccupied with your own flusterdness.

“I mean- if you’re alright with it.”

You heard the rapid swishing of Nari’s tail before any verbal response from him and his hands cupped your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss, his lips pressing to yours sweetly but with a hint of embarrassment that you hoped was washed away when you reciprocated the kiss and your hands found themselves on top of it.

Your breathing evened out and you could deal the smile on Tighnari’s lips up until the two of you jumped away from each other at the cheer that you headed from the other participants which reminded you that you had an audience.

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bulkhummus · 2 years

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can u explain ur theories behind your wtnv/tma crossover stuff??

So I’ve made a couple of posts about this before that I think I tagged #wtnv/tma — so if you want to read those you can search them on my blog.

As of right now, my theories/ ideas are this:

Cecil is not an avatar of anything. Neither is Carlos— they are however physical manifestations (as the fears work in tma) for the Spiral and the Lonely respectively. Any ability Cecil has to see events as they unfold are as such— as they unfold. He can’t see the future — and and doesn’t like to remember the past often in canon. His ability to report live events is due to having interns, being a good journalist, and also because he was literally destined to be nvcr’s host after Leonard Burton so theres probably something going on there. Carlos screams lonely to me for reasons I’m to tired to go into — but running away on sabbatical, DOW, cecil forgetting him, being a scientist, etc.

vague series of events:

A. Jon arrives in Night Vale first. He awakens in the busiest town intersection on main street, right in the center, holding up traffic. I see the intersection as a main focal point of town, its the busiest, it has the most shops, its what gets closed off for parades/fairs/wtc. which is where Jon would be drawn to. He is physically okay, but alone. Cecil finds him there after picking Esteban up from Kindergarten. He offers to take Jon home to clean up since hes clearly disoriented— and ofc to get an interview!

B. Carlos comes home from work before Cecil has to leave for his job with boundless golden retriever energy because ”babe there was this HUGE spike of radiation and — oh hello— honey who is this?” and Jon explains who he is and the situation to Carlos. He’s very worried and afraid for Martin!!!!

C. Martin is then found by Carlos — who is able to distinguish a specific energy surge similar to the one that occurred when Jon was deposited in town square. He tracks the energy and finds Martin in the outskirts of town, alone in the sand wastes. I equate the desert to loneliness and unsettlement in wtnv (the dow years)

D. Martin and Jon are reunited, and theres lots of crying and confusion. Cecilos offer up Estebans room— since the guest room is being blocked by fow for the time being — and they share a blow up mattress. Esteban sleeps with his parents either in bed with them OR in the giant fort he and carlos concocted one night Cecil was held up at work and who hasnt had the heart to clean it up even though the mess bothers him.

E. it quickly becomes apparent to both parties that Jon and Martin have some issues they need to sort out and work on once the initial shock of being Somewhere Else passes. Boundaries, communication, moving past trauma bonding to actually bonding, emotional development etc.

f. they stay with carlos and cecil until they can get back on their feet in town — martin works at carlos’ lab as an assitant / clerk and jon works as a librarian bc they're afraid of him.

g. the rest is….. just character development baybeeee— martin and cecil bond over having shitty moms, jon and cecil bond over feeling like they’re monsters physically/emotionally, and over choices being taken from them, martin and carlos bond over being lonely and having trouble with settling in somewhere and around people, and jon and carlos bond over their mutual interest in the esoteric and knowledge and leaving behind old lives to pursue something bigger

in this lil ol hc of mine it has to do a lot with night vale being a place of healing and betterment. the town makes you better because it sees you for what and who you are and loves you anyways. you just have to.. make the choice to accept yourself — which is what jon and martin need to learn for themselves and each other. Its directly opposite to the archives where the longer you stay the worse you become.

i also really like the idea of cecil and carlos being an example for them — they’re an older couple, (jon and martin are like 29-32 right? cecil and carlos are like 45-50) with a fleshed out and full life they both chose, and frequently discuss boundaries and communicate— and also have gone through their fair share of hardships they've worked through. they both have done a lot of personal growth too!

additional hcs:

jon babysits esteban before be finds work — esteban LOVES him and carlos and cecil LOVE extra date nights

Cecil is addicted to hugs from martin — there are not many people in night vale taller than him, so being able to be enveloped by someone taller is Cecil's big enjoyment

cecil and jon fight like old queens until cecil stops his superficial brat behavior and jon stops being an asshole bc hes afraid to connect with people

Jon cant ask cecil for a statement bc cecil would have an absolute meltdown as things he doesnt even remember are unearthed — and jon would like — be out for a few days from trauma overload

both jon and martin vent to carlos abt how whacky night vale is who just nods and slaps down a HUGE binder labeled Carlos’ Classified Night Vale Survival Guide’ which he named when he was drunk —its a survival guide—color coded!

everyone bonds over their door related trauma

Jon quits smoking bc carlos threatens him that if he gets cecil back on it he’ll kick him out of the house

i think both martin AND jon get flustered around carlos for different reasons but the one they have in common is that hes stupidly attractive

i think a fun reversal is jon getting a little jealous when martin and cecil get along so well from the get go — and carlos is there like ”my husband thinks he himself is ugly and also he has few friends this is actually very good so me and you are gonna go get a drink and chat about our fears while martin blushes at cecil who just genuinely does not understand personal space”

i think they end up being good friends! i think there is a period of time where jon and martin are afraid they’re only together bc of trauma — and then realize that thats not true — and even if it was they both want the relationship currently and for different better reasons !!!

i have more thoughts but its late and time for bed ! Feel free to ask questions abt it — its all v fleshed out in my brain

thanks for asking — good night! ⭐️♥️

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morrigan-sims · 6 months

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hello friend! for a while now i've seen some of ur DnD ocs and i was just curious, do you have any advice for beginners getting into DnD? i've always heard about it, but doing research is a bit overwhelming sometimes with all the different things there are to know?

Anon, you have come to the right place!!! I love talking about dnd! And I absolutely am willing to answer questions about it! And don't worry, I totally get it. There is a lot that goes into DnD. But the good thing is that you don't need to know all of it, at least not at first!

I've only been playing for a little over a year. My first real exposure to dnd was watching Critical Role, but I had wanted to play for a long time before that. That got me pretty familiar with the rules and how the game works in general. (I started with Campaign 2.)

Watching some kind of dnd show (there's a lot of them, so look for one that really captures your heart!) is a good intro because you get to watch other people play, and so you learn the rules and the game flow, but you don't have to worry about keeping track of it all yourself. (Just bear in mind that some of them may be using homebrew rules that are different from the regular ones. But even so, you can still get a feel for the game!) (Like I said, my go-to recommendation for people just starting out is Critical Role Campaign 2, but I've also heard amazing things about Dimension 20, and Not Another DnD Podcast, among others.) (If anyone has any DnD show recs, feel free to put them in the comments!)

Another tip is: If you are in high school or university, check out your local clubs! I can guarantee that any university of a decent size is going to have a tabletop club, and depending on the high school they might also have a tabletop club. They often have "beginner's night" or something similar where more experienced members run oneshots specifically meant to introduce people to the game! (This is also a great way to find people with shared interests and make friends on campus.)

If you aren't in school, check if your local library hosts any kind of tabletop event! I know some do. And if that doesn't work out, then looking for a group online is a good thing to do. The subreddit Looking For Game (r/lfg) is a good place to find groups to play with. (Either oneshots or full campaigns.) It can take a lot of trial and error to find a group and DM you feel comfortable with, but I found a pretty good group through there, and I know several other people who have, too! (There's also a "beginner friendly" flag that people use if their game is geared towards / accessible for people who are new to the game, so check that out!)

I'd say start with a (relatively low-level) oneshot before you dive into a full campaign. Test out how comfortable you are with the mechanics and everything. Also, make sure that you have a good DM for your first experience. Having a bad DM for your first experience will definitely sour it, and make you more reluctant to play again. But, if you do have a less-than-ideal first experience, don't write the game off immediately! Give it another shot. And if you decide DnD isn't your thing, that's totally fine! But try not to let one person ruin the whole thing for you.

But at the same time, if you're not having fun, don't force yourself! It's okay to leave a group because you don't enjoy it, no matter what the reason is! DnD should be fun and enjoyable, and you shouldn't ever feel uncomfortable.

Oh, and one more thing. DnD is far from the only ttrpg system out there! There's one for just about every theme or concept under the sun, if you look. (There's a Star Wars version of dnd, there's Vampire The Masquerade, there's Pathfinder, and those are just the big names! There's also tons and tons and tons of indie ttrpgs!) So if you find yourself not really vibing with DnD for one reason or another, maybe another ttrpg is more your speed!

Please let me know if you do end up getting into DnD! I would absolutely love to hear about your OCs and campaigns!! I really do mean it!! And if you feel comfortable coming off anon, I have a discord server for simmers who also play DnD. It's pretty small and cozy, and we aren't always super active, but everyone there is really sweet. And I've always intended to run a oneshot for some people in there. (I keep saying I'm gonna do it, but I never get around to it. My ADHD is kicking my ass lately. But it is an eventual goal!!)

Sorry for rambling so much. I do hope some of this is useful to you! And like I said, I'd love to hear an update in the future if/when you do end up finding a group!

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percywinchester27 · 2 years

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The new Mrs. Winchester (4)

Word count: 3.2K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Chapter warnings: Mentions of death, kidnapping, human trafficking; PTSD, forced marriage, fluff if you squint

Series Summary: After spending over two years in captivity, and enduring assault, torture, and degradation of every kind, Y/N is finally sold off to the highest bidder. But when the deal is masked as a hushed marriage to a wealthy and powerful man, Y/N knows it means a few more nights of brutal torment ending in certain death. After all, why else would a man like him, want someone like her, except to fulfill desires so depraved that they would require owning a person. However, the Winchester mansion has mysteries of its own, woven in lies, betrayal, and death. Smack in the middle of it, she finds both hope and a home, in the person she least expected to find it with. But when it comes down to it, will she be able to save the thing that matters the most?

A/N: Things are getting interesting ;)

Beta: My darling, @deanssweetheart23 you’re the best!

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“My aunt Mabel’s jaw hit the ground. I could hear it from across the yard,” laughed Abby, fluffing up the pillows. “She hasn’t seen silk like that in her life.”

After much persuasion, Abby had borrowed a cocktail dress from your wardrobe for her cousin’s wedding. You had sorely missed her, realising only after her leaving just how dependent you had grown of her unassuming nature, soft humming, and reassuring company.

“I bet you looked great,” you offered, fluffing up your side of the pillows.

Abby tried to pull them out of your reach, fussing about you doing her work, but you jumped up and sat on the pillows. She could not see what lay underneath them.

“You’re too much sometimes,” she admonished, putting the pillows back in their place and moving to the sheets. “What did I miss while I was gone?”

“Nothing really. They held this boring party hosted in the gallery. Bunch of douchebags, donating to what they think is a cause.” A similar pattern had followed. Meeting Sam outside the gallery, placing your hand on his arm and then trying to smile and look pretty among rich people. Sam had barely paid attention. Despite all your anger, you couldn’t stop peeking at him during the event, taking in his collected, calm persona to see if even a flicker had changed since the ballroom… since the dress incident. It hadn’t. And after the bitterness of his steady indifference had faded enough, that evening, you paid attention to his words- to what was actually being said beyond that irresistible voice.

Of one thing you were certain, Sam was exceptionally smart. He knew exactly what to say to whom to get what he wanted. And he was funny… if he wanted to be. One time he’d so subtly taunted a man, without him realising it and a snicker had burst forth from your lips, one you had tried to mask as a cough. That had been the only moment to have elicited any kind of reaction from him. Sam had almost looked at you.

“These rich people think they own the world,” muttered Abby. “But my now jawless aunt Mabel could take them down with half a punch. It’s all pretty, no push.”

Sam had it all but; pretty and push. You chastised yourself for even thinking that way. By now, you had half of his face memorised, the only part visible from your place at his side. And that half was��

“You keep doing that, miss,” Abby interrupted your thought.

You blinked. “Do what?”

She rapped on the table before her. “This tapping.” knock knock knock her knuckles went.

A pinch in your chest.

“It’s morse code. I often end up tapping out loud what I’m thinking.”

Abby was fascinated, her big brown eyes wide with interest as she came to sit by you. “Can you do my name?”

Laughing, you did it for her… knock pat. pat knock knock knock. pat knock knock knock. pat knock pat pat.

She clapped her hands, giggling in wonder. She made you do your name, and the names of her sibling and full sentences. When she asked you what you’d been tapping out right before, you changed the subject, not willing to tell her it was ‘pretty and push.’

“Where did you learn it?”

Leaning back against the fluffed cushions, you reminisced, “My dad taught me. Military man, you know? We used to converse fluently in morse. It’s how he wished me goodnight…”

In the cell, with nothing to keep you entertained in the day, you had made a habit of converting your favourite songs into morse just to keep yourself sane. Tapping out thoughts had become second nature now.

“I see you’ve moved on from drawing in the library to actually picking up books,” said Abby, eyeing the book on your nightstand.

“I love Wordsworth!” You said, ignoring her good-natured jibe. “You don’t love him, Abby?”

She shrugged. “Never went to school, Miss. My mother taught me to read and write out of the Bible.”

“Oh, Abby, you would love poetry! I just know it… but you kinda seem like a Tennyson girl to me… or Shelley. I don’t know… you’re very romantic.”

“Whatever would give you that idea, now?” She mumbled lowering her head to hide her face. “I’d like to understand poetry, but I don’t think I’m smart enough.”

You held out the book to her. “Poetry doesn’t require a brain so much as it requires a heart. You’ll love the twelfth poetry in the collection. It’s called ‘We are seven.”

Abby furrowed her brow, skeptic.

“Just read it will you?”

She tucked the book under her arm and then left you with the promise of seeing you after the big dinner; another event in a long line of events to introduce the new Mrs. Winchester. Jack had mentioned that this one was bound to be much more informal. Just extended family, friends, and such.

Braving a look into the wardrobe, you pulled out the peach cocktail dress Abby had worn for the wedding. With its flowy sleeves and an A-line silhouette, the dress would be perfectly understated for the evening. The lace and skimpy silk at the back of the wardrobe didn’t scare you anymore. For the most part, you forgot that it existed. Without bothering with any make-up or an elaborate hair-do, you pulled a scarf over your shoulders and exited your room. The strike of eight found you standing next to the dining-room door. Sam hadn’t waited for you tonight, he was already seated inside at the head of the wide table. The chair on his left was occupied by Bobby Singer of all people, and they seemed to be in a serious conversation. Bobby was throwing his hands up in exasperation before a resigned look came over his face. Sam simply shook his head, and to your surprise, Bobby thumped his hand on Sam’s shoulder. A singular gesture of informality you had ever seen anyone display towards him.

Then something weirder happened. Ellen walked into the room and both men straightened up immediately. She threw a look of absolute contempt in Sam’s direction and took a seat beside her husband. More people followed her, filling up the chairs- faces you remembered now- but not names. Two seats to Sam’s left were unoccupied and though it was obvious which one you were supposed to fill in, you let the one next to him remain empty and chose the other. If he wanted to dictate where you sat, he could damn well open his own mouth and tell you so himself.

Sam looked up, right at you, for the first time meeting your gaze evenly. You waited for a snapped command to get up and sit next to him, a spat of derision or something. Nothing came. Instead, he held your gaze for a long moment, and captivated, you didn’t break it. His eyes were speckled with a bit of gold, and it fascinated you. No, you stared back at his face, into those eyes, as if the chance might never occur again. He might never glance at you again.

A voice called his attention, and Sam looked away, leaving you with the horrid backlash of whatever had just happened. And God, you hated yourself for letting him have any kind of power over you, especially that kind of power. If he’d had power over your body, you could have lived with that. It would have made you hate him so, so much… but whatever this was that he held over you now? It just made you hate yourself.

The table was already full by then and to your surprise, the last seat was taken up by Castiel. Sam rose up elegantly, a glass of champagne in his hand. “Thank you for gracing us with your presence. We had a rushed wedding and didn’t have the opportunity to invite family, hers or mine,” he said with a tilt in your direction. “I thought it would be best for her to meet the people who are family or as good as one.” He glanced at Bobby and Ellen. The former acknowledged it with a nod, the latter didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Sam proceeded to introduce his cousins, Christian, Gwen, Tyler and Mark Campbell. A few more of the Campbells couldn’t attend. He then gestured at a woman, Pamela Barnes, who worked with Sam, followed by Castiel. Both of them smiled at you. Four more people sat on your side of the table before Sam introduced Bobby and Ellen.

“You all, of course, know my lovely wife,” he said. "The feast is in her honour."

Regarding you once more, he held up the champagne flute. “To you.”

Low murmurs followed all around and you briefly caught the words ‘you’ and ‘Mrs. Winchester’ thrown in the air.

Every bit of you wanted to launch yourself at Sam Winchester and hit him in the chest, claw his face, hurt him any way you could for suffocating you with those words. ‘Whore’ would have hurt less than ‘lovely.’ He knew exactly what you were, and because of that, the pretence of his pleasantries was twisting your insides, making you want to throw up right there on the fancy tablecloth.

“Honey, are you okay?”

Ellen gave you a motherly smile of real concern. You didn’t miss the desperation behind it. “Why don’t you come to the powder room with me and we can touch up that make-up, yeah?”

You couldn’t follow her because she would ask you questions you couldn’t answer. But on the other hand, you could ask her questions that she wouldn’t hesitate to answer the way everyone else around here would. You wanted to ask her why Sam was the way he was, and so much more about the house and the disappearances. But banking on the pain of a grieving mother would make you the low-life creature Sam Winchester treated you to be. And that wouldn’t do.

“Thank you, Mrs. Singer,” you replied, putting as much gratefulness as you could in every word. “But I’m good for now.”

She nodded as if she had expected your reply, no matter how hard she wished it had been different.

The servers came in and loaded the plates with dishes whose names you didn’t know, and conversation flowed around you. You pretended to study the pretty chinaware but noted every word passing around you. Though the banter appeared lively at first glance, a deep-seated sense of animosity lurked just underneath the surface, side-eyes sneaked their way out of superfluous conversations, and the teasing bordered on sharp taunts. Clearly, none of these people liked each other. Sam mostly conversed in a low voice with Bobby, and on occasion with the dark-haired woman, Pamela Barnes, who now sat between you and him, having moved seats with Castiel mid-dinner.

Martha had outdone herself with the food, but you couldn’t swallow more than one bite. Because as the minutes ticked, an invisible rope tightened itself around your neck, choking you, cutting into the windpipe. You wanted to be anywhere but here; out of this brightly lit, beautifully decorated, and lavishly furnished dining room. Looking at the details on the wall or the mouldings on the chair did not help today, and you felt more alone and humiliated here than in your dingy cell in a pimp’s basement.

Sliding your hand under the table, you took a deep breath and began tapping on the underside…

knock pat.

knock knock knock. knock knock. pat pat. knock pat pat knock. knock pat knock knock. knock

pat knock pat knock. knock knock knock knock. knock knock. knock pat knock knock. pat knock knock.

A simple Child,

That lightly draws its breath,

And feels its life in every limb,

What should it know of death?

The taps were light and easily lost in the clinks of forks and chimes of glasses. If someone had still managed to notice, it could very easily be passed off as a nervous tick, a force of habit. But it eased the noose around your neck, made it possible to breathe without feeling as if you were inhaling sawdust.

Slowly, you made it through the poem, stanza by stanza, adding a rhythm to the beats

“But they are dead; those two are dead!

Their spirits are in heaven!”

’Twas throwing words away; for still

The little Maid would have her will,

And said, “Nay, we are seven!”

Just when you were basking in the sensation, in the ability to draw in air, another tapping caught your attention. You almost missed the first letter in your astonishment, but maybe you didn’t, because the taps clearly spelt out: W-O-R-D-S-W-O-R-T-H-?

Whipping your head from one side of the table to the other, you scanned every face, but none was turned to you, none was out of a conversation. The many hands under the table and on the laps made it practically impossible to figure out who it was.

Cautiously, you tapped back: Y-E-S

Alert now, you paid attention to everyone on the table, Gwen and Tyler sharing an old story, Pamela talking quietly to Castiel, Bobby with Ellen, rest all finishing their desserts. Who on earth could it have been?

You wouldn’t find out, because the next moment Sam cleared his throat, thanking everyone for their presence on both of your behalves. No one expected a word from you… they all probably knew how much of a trophy wife you were.

The guests left at their own pace, with Bobby and Ellen last to leave. Sam reached out to her, but she simply turned and left, only waiting to give you an encouraging, pitying smile. Bobby followed her out with a nod at Sam and then another at you.

That left just you and Sam in the room, for the first time ever. Alone.

Your heart started thudding in your chest as the seconds ticked by. But you refused to meet his gaze, terrified of what could happen if you did, of getting locked in place again by his eyes like before. The way the air itself thickened around you when he was this near had you balling your fists. disgusted at your own self.

It had been a night of too many ‘firsts,’ and none that you were prepared for. Least of all this. Sam didn’t move and he might have been looking at you, but you didn’t raise your head, didn’t take your eyes off his long, graceful fingers resting on the edge of the table. Then, without waiting for him to say a word, you stormed off, breaking into a run when you reached the corridor and up the stairs.

Fully dressed, you threw yourself on the bed, staring up at the canopy and the pretty gold pattern on the crimson fabric. Somewhere out there was something so precious that to protect it, you had allowed yourself to be defiled in every way possible, allowed men to abuse your body and your mind. For that preciousness, you had mustered all your strength and protected your spirit with it. But your very soul was fraying now… in what felt to be a permanent kind of way. Abby knocked on the door later in the evening just as she had promised, but you didn’t reply, didn’t open the door for her.

The tightness in your chest wouldn’t go away.

Laying there, you thought of everything that had happened in your life to lead you to this exact moment– your dad’s love for you and his unwavering love for his job, aunt Ethel’s drunken screaming and her sober reassurances of your bright future, Carmen’s fierce protectiveness and your cursed stupidity for trusting the monster you called your boyfriend. No, those things had led you to be abducted and then sold into prostitution, auctioned off like a piece of meat to the highest bidder and then tied to head-posts of too many beds. But those things didn’t hold you here. Two pairs of soft brown eyes did. Two little kids who deserved to live, who didn’t know they were being held at gunpoint because they were in any way related to you. When Abby had mentioned her siblings, you had longed to tell her that you knew exactly how it felt to be the older one, to feel that kind of protectiveness. You couldn’t because their lives depended on your quiet.

You had managed to run away in that first week, and apart from the pins in your heel and lashes on your back, another gift had been bestowed upon you when you were caught. A picture of your siblings, taken a day prior.

Reaching behind, you pulled it out from under your pillow; two smiling faces, holding each other’s hands as they headed to school. That one square piece of paper had taken all fight out of you. What would be the point? Where was the escape?

You could of course kill yourself, but then who would look after them? You didn’t make any money, but Michael had been clear in between his insults about how his boss was paying for their education. Michael had drilled it in your head that as gratefulness, you should be more inclined to work between the sheets. Besides, one day you would be too old, too hideous to look at, and maybe instead of killing you they might throw you out on the streets and you would get to be with your family again. You were willing to endure for that slim chance. You had to… they had no one else.

And that’s why you were looking up at the golden embroidery, that’s why you tried to find smiles in Abby’s stories and Jack’s chatter, that’s why you had let the man in the woods see you back to the house.

That’s why you endured Sam Winchester.

I do it for you, dad, you thought. I do it for your family and your words.

I do it because of your words.

I-T-S G-O-I-N-G T-O B-E O-K-A-Y. Y-O-U-L-L B-E F-I-N-E you tapped into the wall behind you. I-T-S G-O-I-N-G T-O B-E O-K-A-Y. Y-O-U-L-L B-E F-I-N-E

You closed your eyes and you could almost feel his dry kiss at your temple and the way his fingers knocked the bedpost to wish you good night. Word by word you tapped it on the wall

G-O-O-D N-I-G-H-T P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S

And then, like a fevered dream, in the silence that followed came another series of taps on the wall from the other side. Just like earlier, at first, you almost missed it. But no forks clinked and no glasses chimed. In the darkness and absolute quiet of the night, the taps from the other side emanated clearly:

G-O-O-D N-I-G-H-T T-O Y-O-U T-O-O

Two things were abundantly clear. One, the wall in the middle was much, much thinner than you gave it credit for, which meant that all your tapping, all the noises, had been received perfectly and clearly on the other side. Two, he’d understood every single word of it.

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Unexpected date

Some have asked if I'll post my ThrawnxOC story to Tumblr. I'm not because it's too long. But I have posted some chapters (modified) and people like them. So here is another chapter from that story, hope you like it.

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Thrawn x Freader

Your night takes unexpected turn when your errand for Darth Vader changes. You meet Grand Admiral Thrawn and he invites you to a date.

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I hated this but I had to do it. Ascension week was soon so, if I wanted to get away from this it had to be done now or it would end tragically. I had to meet Senator Bistebo from Naboo but he was clearly one of those who disliked me. Just because he was from Naboo like Emperor Palpatine, he thought highly of himself.

He said that we would meet at the Opera House of Coruscant, right before the show. It was one of those events hosted by the Savit. A prominent family who had a high cultural position in Coruscant. I had met before the Grand Admiral Savit, who got to his position due to his accomplishments and his family background. The whole family is known to host some if not all kinds of music performances.

Naturally, for such an occasion, I had dressed in something more formal than my usual clothes. But the color black was always present. I had also my hair and makeup done by the salon, the very few perks of this event. But none of it helped me to cover the annoyance I was feeling.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked in a calm voice trying not to sound as angry as I was about to be.

"I'm sorry, didn't you hear?" Senator Bistepo asked. "Did you not know how big a deal this concert was?" He is doing it on purpose to humiliate me. Some of his companions were chuckling behind him.

"You informed me about this meeting today," I argued failing to keep my voice calm. "Of course, I haven't got an entrance pass to this show. It was sold out weeks ago."

"Oh, dear. I thought that as a Vader's Charge you would at least have an interest in the cultural events." He said mockingly.

"I don't. Lord Vader has a busy schedule to have meetings with the Emperor. Some music shows aren't that significant to waste time on them." I said coldly, causing him to frown a little. Just mentioning the Emperor was enough to rain on his parade.

I should have known that this sort of thing would happen. There was still some elite of Coruscant trying to make me look bad without getting in trouble themselves. At least they knew not to make any bigger scene like involving spice or something else. If Vader ever heard about it how the goal was to humiliate me and cause a scandal for him, he would pay a visit to that poor fellow and his family. I heard about a similar incident long after it happened. Since they were supporting Senators, Vader didn't do much damage but he did get his message delivered. Now they are reduced to these kinds of petty tricks. Not enough to tell Vader but annoying still. I had a very important discussion to go through with Bistepo and he had been unavailable for some time now. I had tried to get to talk to him for a long time but in vain. And soon I would be sent away from Coruscant again. If I didn't get this done then some heads would roll.

"Well, too bad. I always come to these events and I thought that we could discuss them after the show." He said bringing back some glee to his voice. "I guess you just have to wait till the show ends."

I could hear the snickering behind him from his companions. Wait till the show ends? I bet that was his goal all along. That meant staying here for hours. But if I left he could use it as an excuse that I had no interest in the very thing I had to discuss with him. Sitting here at the entrance lobby for hours and hours was not ideal either. If only this matter wouldn't be so dam important I would leave him to go to his stupid concert and go back to do something else. Maybe I could go once they left to the main hall. But I had no idea when to come back.

"Lady (Y/n)?"

I heard a familiar voice calling my name and turned to see who it was. I did recognize the voice but he couldn't be here, could he? Thrawn stood there, without his imperial uniform but still in some official-looking outfit, wearing a dark grey tunic and black pants with boots. I was confused wasn't he supposed to be after the Phoenix rebels? Or did he come back for Ascension week?

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, i-it's good to meet you again," I said and made a formal curtsey.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady," Thrawn said and took my hand from my side and placed a kiss on its back. "Are you here by any chance to see the concert?"

"No, I'm not. I came to meet Senator Bistepo, but it turned out that we would meet here. I am simply excluded to enter this event." I said trying not to sound as if I was blaming anyone.

Though, I could already see that Senator and his companions didn't look happy to meet the Grand Admiral. I heard that many tried to keep him from rising in rank but failed in doing so. I think I also heard that some governors did hold down someone else close to Thrawn since they couldn't affect much on Thrawn's own career.

"Is that so? I presume that you are then free for the next five hours?" Thrawn asked.

"Five hours?" I repeated the word testing if I understood him.

"Yes, I read that the performance will last for four hours and 47 minutes, including the intermissions. The performance starts in 40 minutes, so I simply assumed that from this moment on, you have a little bit over five hours." Thrawn said.

Five hours! Did these idiots think I would wait for them for five hours? If this matter wouldn't be so important... no, even then I would leave. I tried not to show it but Thrawn had helped me a lot. Now that I knew how long the show would last, I might as well leave and come back after five hours.

"Indeed, I do have time to spare." I acknowledged.

"Then my Lady, would you grant me the honor of inviting you to join me at another event?" Thrawn asked politely.

"Wait a minute, Lady Mira is here to discuss a serious matter with me," Bistepo argued.

"When? She said she had no entrance pass. And even if she did, you weren't planning to discuss such an important matter during a concert?" Thrawn asked.

"My, Senator, how rude would that be?" I said faking to be shocked by Senator's words.

He looked embarrassed and his companions looked troubled as their petty little prank on me was now failing. I did my best not to look so pleased about it. Soon however Thrawn brought my attention back to him.

"My Lady, since you have free time, shall we?" Thrawn asked and offered his arm for me to take. He had helped me with this, so accepting his invitation would be reasonable. Besides, showing these uptight people that I had my own evening made would just make it sweeter.

"Thank you, Grand Admiral, we shall," I said and took his arm and linked my own with his. We walked to the doors but before we exited, I turned and looked at Senator and his companions. "Enjoy the show, Senator. I'll see you later."

The faces were priceless, but I didn't get to look at them longer since both Thrawn and I excited the Opera House. Many people were entering the building instead of exiting due to the concert that would commence soon. We got to a docking platform where the speeders were. I began to wonder, where exactly are we going?

"May I ask, Grand Admiral, where are you inviting me?" I asked.

"Since the Ascension week is approaching, there is an exhibition at the Coruscant's art gallery. I thought of having a few nights off to see it." Thrawn said.

"Oh, I don't think I'm quite dressed for such an event," I said looking at my outfit. Though it was a dark dress, it was a bit gaudy for an art exhibition.

"There is nothing wrong with your appearance but if I may suggest, there is a boutique near here that I saw on the way. Since we have so much time, we could stop by and look for something for you to wear for the art gallery." Thrawn said.

I had been to the art gallery before. Sometimes to meet other aides of Senators, and sometimes to other kinds of events. So, I knew what sort of outfit I needed. Thrawn called a cab and gave the instructions to the driver before we sat down in the backseat and went on our way. I was going through options about what sort of dress I should ask for from the boutique. Since we are going directly to an art exhibition, maybe I should ask for a rental dress instead of buying a new one. We got there faster than I expected, and once I stepped out of the cab, I took a look at the boutique. It was very familiar. When have I seen it? As we entered a service droid greeted us.

"Good evening, sir, lady. How may we be of service?" A woman came right as she heard the droid greeting us. Behind her two other female workers seemed to look our way, maybe it was a quiet evening for them. Or they were preparing to receive more customers soon.

"Good evening, my companion needs another dress for tonight. Do you have anything ready at the moment?" Thrawn explained the situation before I could say anything. I was going to ask for something simple and affordable, but something told me that won't be happening.

"Oh yes, we have many designs. All we need are her measurements and we can bring out the dresses." The woman said.

The droid that greeted us hovered closer to me and began to take the measurements by scanning me and then using a measuring tape. After getting all up, the droid made a few beeps and hovered over several clothing racks, and began to pick up dresses.

"Is there something particular model you wish?" The woman asked me as the droid gathered more dresses.

"Just something proper for an art exhibition," I said.

"Are you going to The art exhibition of the Lost Past?" One of the other workers asked. "That is a big event in the cultural circles. It is only for one week and ends before the Ascension week."

"That very one, yes," Thrawn answered.

So, I do need a bit more thought about the dress. The worker who had heard where we were going gave now other instructions to the droid. The droid just beeped for an affirmative and took back three dresses that it had brought out before.

"And if possible, would the color of the dress be green or otherwise be floral themed," Thrawn added.

The droid heard the comment and took back two more dresses and brought a few more out. I looked at Thrawn with one brow up. He saw my look and leaned closer to whisper.

"Your clan color, is it not?" He whispered.

I made soundless "oh" when the woman who greeted us came closer and showed a few of the choices that the droid had brought out.

"Is there anything that you would like to try?" She asked me setting a few of the dresses to be seen properly. They were gorgeous dresses, no doubt about that. And some were something I think I would never wear.

"That one," Thrawn said and pointed to one green dress.

I really tried not to roll my eyes at him. Someone seemed to have already set their mind about what I would wear. But then again, I might never wear such a dress in my life, so who cares if I just try? If I don't like it, I can say it and simply waste his time in this boutique. The other two workers guided me to the dressing room which was behind a curtain. Though my current dress was gaudy it was easy to put on by myself. That was something I should add to the requirements list for the dress.

The dress* Thrawn picked was a bit revealing for my taste. But that was due to the transparent fabric of the top. It helped to make the silvery vines look as if they were binding the light green strapless dress to hug my form.

"Oh, it looks fabulous on you." One of the workers said she was younger than the other. No denying that it looked lovely. "Would you like to show it to your companion?"

"I don't think that is necessary," I said and looked at the silver vines gathering at my waist.

"On the contrary," Thrawn said behind the curtain making me twitch and turn around. "The whole purpose that I chose that dress is so that I could witness you wearing it."

I heard how both workers giggled like little girls. I was already guessing what was going on inside their heads. Maybe I should clarify the fact that we aren't a couple. But then again we came together and we are going together to the art exhibition. And he already gave some requirements for the dress. It will be very hard to explain it now. But surely he should know better too.

The workers helped me out to the main lounge where Thrawn was and guided me to stand in front of huge mirrors so I could see myself from all angles. It still felt like too much. The dress was gorgeous but to think that it looked as if only the silver vines were holding the dress up, made me feel exposed. Maybe I felt that more since I knew that Thrawn was watching me.

"Lady (Y/n), I must say you look marvelous," Thrawn said looking at me through the mirror. I couldn't help frowning. Either he is mocking me or he is trying to sound polite. He should have seen how uncomfortable I was with this dress. Not because there was something wrong with the dress but because it felt wrong on me.

"What do you think?" One of the workers asked, she was older.

"That I feel exposed," I said directly and crossed my arms, and placed my hands on my arms close to the shoulders. I swear, I saw Thrawn smile. What for? I rather not think about it, instead, I wanted to try another dress.

"Can I see more options?" I asked.

The droid brought out three dresses to show my options. It passed two first dresses and waited one moment for me to take a look at them.

"May I try that one?" I asked when the droid showed the third one.

"Oh, nice choice." The older worker said.

I was once again taken to the dressing room and chanced to the dress. I liked this one. A grass green dress, with transparent loose sleeves, that were decorated with fabric flowers, and with a wide ballgown skirt. Once I was out to the lounge again and stood in front of the mirrors, I gave a little twirl and made the dress float by the movement.

"I like this one," I said smiling.

"It looks beautiful." The younger worker said.

"It does indeed." Thrawn agreed. "Too bad it might not be proper for an art exhibition." He was right. This was more a ballgown than an elegant evening dress. But I still preferred this one so far.

"We have another similar, with a modified a-line skirt." The older worker said.

I changed again to the dress mentioned. Instead of having sleeves, the flowers were hanging on a transparent top that came down like a cape. The dress*** itself was of mint green color. It was nice but not as nice as the previous one.

"I liked the previous one," I said honestly.

"Why not wear it for the Ascendency week?" Thrawn asked. "I think it would fit for the occasion."

My heart both sank and fluttered. I was excited to be able to wear such a beautiful dress, but at the same time, I was nervous for I won't be able to hide it from Vader. He didn't care what I had on for the party, but he didn't like people looking at me. I was a valuable asset to him. So having me wearing a beautiful dress would bring more attention to me and he doesn't want that. On the contrary with Thrawn, he seems like he wants to put me in the spotlight. But this is Thrawn we are talking about so surely there is a bigger strategy behind it.

"Would you mind trying this?" The woman who greeted us at the entrance asked and brought a nice-looking box. I saw the eyes of the workers widen a bit when both saw the box.

"Madam, that is..." The younger worker began.

"An old preorder. I wish it to be seen on someone." She said with a warm smile.

I don't know what was going on but soon I was changing again. This one was nothing like the other three dresses. When I came out of the dressing room, I couldn't help but gasp as I saw myself in the mirror. The dress**** was of several colors of light blue, plum violet, light red, and light turquoise, and it hangs nicely from my right and fell gently from my left side to the ground. The dress was strapless but had a piece of fabric pushed over my left shoulder to my back giving a cape of lovely color. The dress was open from my left side to my thigh. It would have made me blush but as a whole, it didn't bother me. The dress was beautiful that I could not look away from the mirror.

"Oh my, it looks amazing." The younger worker sighed.

"And it fits perfectly." Added the older worker.

I don't know why but my eyes went to Thrawn and I saw his eyes study me like he studies his favorite artworks on Chimaera. I felt my skin tingling where it was exposed under his eyes, and that sensation remained when he turned to speak with the woman who had brought out the dress.

"May I inquire, who ordered this dress and when?" Thrawn asked.

"This dress and its accessories were ordered a long time ago. Sometime before the end of the Clone Wars." The Madam said with a small hint of sadness. "One of our regular customers came and asked for a dress for her friend who was away. So that when she came back she would have a beautiful dress, and enjoy it. She gave us her measurements and we worked with them to make this dress. Sadly, our customer met a tragic end while we were still making this dress. The dress was finished one week after her death. We couldn't pass the dress to anyone, so we kept it."

"Why did you offer the dress for her then?" Thrawn asked.

"It was made for her." The Madam looked at me through the mirror with a mixture of sadness and happiness. "This dress was ordered by the late Senator of Naboo, Padme Amidala. For her aide, lady (Y/l/n)."

My whole body tensed and I felt something stuck to my throat. I remembered this place, we came here a couple of times with Padme for a small accessory for her outfits. The store has changed a bit on the outside and inside during the years, but I now recalled meeting this woman once or twice.

"You are her, aren't you?" The Madam asked.

My mouth was open to answer yes, but nothing came out. I simply looked at the dress. Padme ordered this dress, for me? I kept looking at it and I felt how everything turned cold.

"I-I can't accept this dress. Excuse me." I said and walked back to the dressing room. Once I got there, I tried so hard to not cry and ruin my makeup. Though my mascara was waterproof, I didn't want to show that I had cried. A couple of sobs escaped but none of the tears. It felt like forever but after a couple of minutes, the two workers entered the dressing room. When I saw them I tried to straighten myself and took a deep breath before I made eye contact with them.

"Your companion suggested this dress for you to try." The younger worker said with a tone that told me that they were worried. Maybe they thought that they had unintentionally made me upset. I looked at the dress*****, it was a dark green off-shoulder model with open slit sleeves. It was simple yet elegant. Maybe the best choice for the art exhibition.

I changed into the dress and walked out of the dressing room. I saw Thrawn discussing something with the Madam, but he stopped when he saw me coming. I was once again guided to the mirror to see the dress from all angles. It was beautiful but not as beautiful as the dress I had on a moment ago. Still, this would be perfect. It was simple and elegant and I somehow felt comfortable. I noticed Thrawn coming closer to me through the mirror. When I turned to face him he was already standing next to me. He lifted his hand and with his knuckles he made me look at his eyes.

"Beautiful, I hope I won't be accused of seizing a piece of art when we walk out of the art gallery." He said looking at me. Seriously, where does he come up with those lines? Or maybe he is just trying to be polite and say something flattering after the scene I just made. Whatever the reason was, it made everyone forget the turmoil I had a moment ago.

"We shall take this one," Thrawn said and turned to face the Madam.

"Of course, would you like to add the shoes and a few accessories?" The Madam offered.

"If there aren't many. We do need to arrive at the art gallery soon." Thrawn said.

I went with the workers, who helped me to get proper shoes and earrings. There was no need for a necklace, but I was recommended a small purse. I thought that I need to do my hair but the workers said that my loose hair looked lovely. As for makeup, there was no need except for a small touchup. I glanced a couple of times at Thrawn and saw him discussing something with the Madam. Whatever they were talking about was finished a moment before I was done.

"How much is all this? I asked the Madam.

"Your companion has already taken care of the payment." She answered.

I can now forget the whole we-aren't-a-couple explanation. What else could he be now? He had brought me here, he had taken the lead on what sort of dress I would wear and now he has even paid for it.

"I already asked them to send the attire you had when we arrived at your housing if that is alright?" Thrawn said. Was that what he was talking about with the Madam? If it was, I should thank him later. It would have been very troublesome to go just to drop my outfit and go again.

We both left the boutique and took the cab to the art gallery. Switching dresses was a smart idea, when we arrived in the gallery I realized how my previous outfit would have clashed with the entire evening. Now I was partly able to blend as a patron and yet look gorgeous. We walked together and passed different art pieces. Some were beautiful to look at while others were a bit difficult to understand. Some were to my liking and some were pleasing to Thrawn. We both commented on the works according to our taste and the evening was turning quite delightful. At one point Thrawn looked at his Chrono and sighed.

"It seems that our time is almost up, my Lady." He said. We have seen most of the exhibition and not much was left. But I didn't like the idea of returning to the Opera House to meet people who have purposely avoided me and tried to make fun of me. But it had to be done, if I don't get a say in, the consequences would be unavoidable. I may not admit it openly but I did enjoy the company of Thrawn.

"W-would you accompany me to the Opera House?" I asked. He could say no, why would he want to come with me and meet people who are unpleasant to be around with, and leave a good art exhibition?

"It would be my honor, my Lady." He said with a small smile. Why was I relieved to hear that? Instead of thinking that, we left the art gallery together and took a cab to the Opera House. The ride was quiet but when I could see the Opera House, I couldn't help but gasp.

"What is it?" Thrawn asked.

"That speeder. It belongs to Lord Vader." I said and looked at the landing area of the Opera House. It was indeed Vader's speeder. Why did he come? Panic was getting me, and Thrawn saw it. He asked the driver to let us out a bit further from the Opera House. We both got out of the speeder and walked the rest of the way. I didn't need to get too close when I saw two stormtroopers standing at the entrance from the landing area.

"He is inside," I said nervously.

"Does Lord Vader usually come and collect you?" Thrawn asked.

"No, never," I answered. "If he sees me enter he'll know that I wasn't at the concert like I said I would be."

"He didn't know then that you were invited and left with no entrance pass," Thrawn confirmed. "In that case, we need to just get into the hall another way than the main entrance."

"How?" I asked.

"If I recall correctly hall's like this one have several exits for safety measure. According to protocol they aren't not allowed to be locked. We can't get inside through one of those," Thrawn said.

"Is it allowed?" I asked.

"As long we aren't getting inside the performance hall then I believe we are alright,' Thrawn said. He led me to the side of the Opera House and took us to an open backdoor. There were no guards when we got in but as we walked further, there were a couple of guards walking around. They kept their rounds close to the doors which seemed to lead to the concert hall. We walked closer to the hallway that would lead to the main entrance.

"If you wish to keep the illusion that you were at the concert, then we could wait here a moment before the people will come out," Thrawn suggested.

I agreed to his suggestion and we remained in the hallway for a moment. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes, and we heard the doors open and chatter of the people was heard.

"I think it is a good time to arrive at the lobby," Thrawn said and extended his hand to me. "My Lady."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and took his hand. Who knows if I faint before we get there. He guided me to the lobby and I couldn't help but feel being in the center of a spotlight as we came to the lobby. No doubt Vader saw me coming. Seeing me with Thrawn, that might be another matter entirely.

"My Lord," I said making a curtsey.

"Lord Vader." Thrawn greeted inclining his head.

"Why are you here?" Vader asked. Was he asking me or Thrawn? It is hard to say since he has a mask. Surely, he knew where I was since he had come here.

"My Lord, I met Grand Admiral by coincidence," I said answering on behalf of Thrawn.

"I asked, why are you here?" Vader corrected me. He didn't know? Then he isn't here for me. Then for who? Oh no.

"My Lord, I came here to speak about the shipment issue with Bistepo. It should be resolved without any complications." I explained.

"Here? In the Opera House?" Vader asked sounding a bit suspicious.

"He chose this place. And... no, I haven't been here all time. I was left out and we were supposed to meet right after the concert ends." I admitted. Claiming otherwise will end very badly. "This situation can be solved today."

"It better. I rather not involve myself with political matters but if they cross military affairs and hinder us..." Vader warned.

"Yes, my Lord. Please, let me resolve it here peacefully." I begged.

"Yes, it will be resolved today. I let you handle it. Starting now." Vader said and raised his head to the hallway where people were coming.

It was easy to find Bistebo and his companions from the crowd. And they found us just as easily. I could tell by their looks that they were not happy or prepared for the Dark Lord to be here. At least they didn't try anything stupid, like walking back inside or pretending not to have seen us. I walked to Bistebo once he had stepped to the big lobby.

"Was it really necessary for you to call Lord Vader here?" Bistebo asked with an offended tone.

"I didn't call him. He came here on his own. And I hope he didn't come here for the same reason for why I have tried to contact you for weeks." I argued.

"And what would that be?" He asked.

"The Eadu shipments from the last few months," I said.

His eyes went wide but then I saw them narrow. He knew something but he wasn't going to tell. This will not end well.

"And what does that have anything to do with you?" He asked a bit rudely.

"Until little moments ago, nothing. But now Lord Vader is here. Believe me, when I say this, you don't want him to ask the same questions." I said. "If he is here, then he doesn't even have to ask."

Bistebo didn't look happy. This definitely won't end well. I heard some steps behind me, with a glance to the back I saw Thrawn and Vader coming closer. My time was running out.

"Senator Bistebo, you and some of your circle are in charge of those shipments. If you have a pretty good explanation why they are late and insufficient, now would be a good time to say it." I said hurriedly. Nothing. His eyes were just focusing on me. He looked angry.

"You couldn't have chosen a better time for this discussion?" He hissed.

"I've tried, Senator. I really did. And remember, it was you who made this place the one and only meeting place." I reminded him.

Other people began to stop and look at what was happening. For Lord Vader to come here was already rare enough. But it definitely seemed that he was here on business. The question will be, what kind of business it will become.

"Senator Bistebo, I assume my aide has made clear the reason I'm here?" Vader acquired.

"She has, Lord Vader. But she is wrong. I have nothing to do with the shipments." Bistebo lied. I knew he did. And so did Vader. I prayed this won't end with someone's death.

"Is she now? Then you could explain something else then." Vader asked. "Is it not you who recommended Commander Brovas to be in charge of the shipments?"

"I recommended him, but..." Bistebo began.

"I have met the Commander, and dare say he is not as dependable as you have claimed. His actions reflect very poorly on you, Senator." Vader continued ignoring Bistebo's attempt to explain. "Three out of five shipments come late and their cargo is incomplete. In all cases, Commander has been in charge, the very one you recommended. If you won't get this matter settled quickly, we should entrust this matter to someone else."

"Lord Vader, these things take time to fix. If you would wait a moment I'll see to it that things will get corrected." Bistebo said.

"My aide has tried to contact you several times. A time that could have been used to fix things. Or to get rid of the evidence." Vader said.

"Well, we have talked over it. And we have come to a solution. You will hear about it later." Bistebo lied.

"When?" Vader asked.

"I said later. We need to get the matter settled before we..." Bistebo began.

"I asked when did you talk it over with my aide? I know that she hasn't had any meeting with you before." Vader said.

"J-just this evening. During the intermission." Bistebo lied.

"My aide already admitted that she did not go to the concert and has simply waited here for your arrival," Vader said sounding more angry. "Since you only tell lies, then we better go to ISB to get the real truth out of you."

Bistebo looked frightened. And people around began to wonder even more what was going on. If I don't do something it will end with someone's death.

"My Lord, we better finish this at the ISB headquarters instead of here," I suggested.

"No need, the ISB is already on their way. If you are trying to save someone's face you are failing at it." Vader growled at me.

"My Lord, this doesn't need to end in someone's death... we aren't in the navy now," I whispered the last part. Vader was famous for his temper. Many Coruscanty elites have lost their relatives and friends to Vader's rage. It was unpleasant to watch but even more unpleasant to face them later.

"It all depends on that someone," Vader said with a very low voice. I knew when to step down. He didn't like it when I tried too hard to plea for someone else. Much less if I was trying to change his mind. He didn't want to look weak.

Bistebo looked horrified. People were already gossiping about what could be the reason for Vader to come here and why was he speaking with Bistebo, and what was my part in all that. It all got worse from there. Three ISB agents rushed in and reported to Vader. They claimed to have investigated Bistebo's office. And they have found the very evidence of the embezzlement and cutting the shipment's budget and integrity. And that's all Vader needed.

"Arrest this man," Vader said and pointed to Bistebo.

"No, I'm innocent. You got to believe me... You, tell them. You were trying to help me." Bistebo tried to drag me into the mess.

I pushed myself away from his hands right when the agents came to hold him down. I felt two arms coming around me protectively. It was an instinct that made me get close to those arms and put myself in the warm embrace that held me away from the scene. I heard Bistebo swearing like a mad man. And some people gasped and shrieked as they saw him fight back. It took five minutes for the noise to die down. And then I opened my eyes and saw the familiar-looking fabric.

"It is alright now." The familiar soothing sound said. When I looked up I saw red eyes looking down at me. Thrawn?

I looked at myself and my surroundings. I was in Thrawn's arms. I had forgotten him completely. And without realizing I had rushed to his arms as he tried to protect me from Bistebo. My cheeks got warm. Did everyone see it? Apparently, not. All eyes were looking out of the lobby where the agents had taken Bistebo. No, not all eyes. I saw Vader looking at me. He was looking at me in Thrawn's arms. I quickly took a step away from Thrawn. There might be no death tonight but I began now fear for myself.

"We shall leave now," Vader announced.

"Yes, my Lord," I said and turned to Thrawn. He did help me, so it was only right to give at least a thank you. "Thank you, Grand Admiral for protecting me."

"My pleasure, my Lady. And thank you for the lovely evening." He said with a small bow.

I didn't get to say anything to that when Vader placed his hand on my shoulder as a sign that we will leave. He made me walk beside him instead of behind him. When I got to the speeder I saw Thrawn coming out to the entrance and his eyes had no trouble finding mine. Vader was quick in sitting beside me in the backseat and told the driver to go. The ride was long and silent. It was after we got to our mansion at Coruscant that Vader spoke to me. Actually, it was when he offered his hand to help me out of the speeder.

"That dress is new. I don't recall seeing you ever wear it." He said.

"I-it was bought today. Since I didn't get to go to the concert, Grand Admiral took me to an art gallery. Instead of coming back here first to change, he took me to a boutique for another dress." I explained.

"He paid for it?" Vader asked. I swear I could hear the anger in his voice.

"Yes, h-he did," I answered. I was sure Vader would be angry. But he was silent for a moment. He seemed to be looking at me. He was looking at me with the dress. I just prayed nothing else would happen tonight anymore. I just wanted to go to my room and rest.

"At least he has good taste," Vader said as if he didn't want to admit what he said. "It looks good in you."

I gulped as he began to guide me inside. No one died tonight. And I will definitely need a long rest after this.

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #star wars #darth vader #thrawn x reader

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compassionatereminders · 1 month

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Hello,

I’ve just had this on my mind for so long and have no clue who to go to to let it out to so I hope you don’t mind me doing it here, just to let this off my chest. I had a childhood best friend, we grew up as neighbors. We’ve always been close, like peas in a pod, since we practically learned how to walk basically. I did always get the inkling feeling that she doesn’t see me the same way as I do. I was also warned of this by people around me quite a lot, telling me that she doesn’t value me as much as I did her and that she only comes to me when convenient. I refused to believe anyone. Until, she moved away for college….without saying a single goodbye. No hug. No I’m gonna go now. Mind you, we practically live next door. I didn’t even get a text or a call about it. On the other hand, she even had a goodbye dinner with her other friend that lived in a different city and even posted pictures and stuff. But she couldn’t even reach out to do so much as say goodbye before she left to me. I wouldn’t even have minded us not getting to hang one last time cause I know she was probably also busy packing to move. But if she could go hang with her other friend, surely she could’ve at least reached out and said bye right? We knew each other our entire lives btw. The type where people associated us together because we were always together. Nearly two decades worth of friendship, and she didn’t even say bye. I found out she left through her mom’s Facebook post…. In retrospect, I’ve always had a feeling she felt more superior than me in the duration of our friendship. I always wanted to fit in and be close despite our different interests. But I feel like she doesn’t value me as much as I thought she did. She would sometimes not even so much as extend an invitation to an event her family is hosting but would invite a bunch of other popular people she’s not even that close to. I constantly blamed myself, I thought it was because I wasn’t interesting enough, didn’t have enough similar hobbies as her, wasn’t as rich and popular as her other friend, wasn’t cool enough, etc… But now I’ve just come to realize maybe it wasn’t a me problem after all. But, although there are definitely things she had done that were not nice, there were also tons of times she was the only one that comforted me at my lowest and understood me the best. We always had endless things to talk about. Yet, I still always felt like she’s so out of my reach. I do miss her. We’re not necessarily on bad terms or anything, she just carried on living her life normally and since we are in the same friend group, we all still text sometimes in the group chat, but I don’t recall having a proper convo since. It’s also very confusing to see her just up and leave without saying goodbye yet still be wishing me happy birthdays and replying back to my texts in the group chats like we’ve always had. Because the moment she made the choice to not say goodbye and leave, I haven’t viewed her the same since. It sucks knowing that I’ve been mourning this friendship endlessly and been having a hard time moving on from this, whilst she is probably completely unaware and unfazed about how much impact her lack of action has on me. She probably thinks I still see her the same way (or maybe she can’t even be bothered to care anymore since I am of no use anymore to her). Although reaching out to her and talking it out may be an option, but I don’t feel like it’s worth it. If she doesn’t even value me enough to do this, then I don’t think I want to reach out and rekindle our friendship. Why should I be the one to reach out and beg for her attention when she couldn’t care less about me? Or am I just overthinking and looking too deep into this. Do you have any tips on how to learn to move on from a friendship that didn’t serve you well? I’m really sorry for the long message, I have been crying my eyes out and really needed an outlet. Thank you if you read through all this. I really appreciate it.

Lots of love

That's a really poor way to end such a long friendship and I'm really sorry you had to experience this. Even if you want to move on, some situations definitely call for a proper goodbye - and this ain't it!

#chat with kat

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gardensandtaverns · 9 months

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Telling a Story Through Gaming: Making an Immersive Experience

I know it’s been a couple days since I updated on Bookwyrm’s Vault, and if I’m being entirely honest it’s because my other job wiped me out and then I spent all day today traveling, so there’s been no movement on that front over the last three days. However, I did say that I would hopefully be sharing some more general-use advice and other projects along the way, so for today I will be tapping into the reasons and people that drove my ambition to do this - hopefully to the benefit of others with similar interests.

I believe I’ve said before that I’ve spent the last 5 years of my life as a perma-DM - in fact it’s how I made friends in college and I was a board member of my college’s tabletop games club. With 5 years of running games, I tended to have no fewer than 2 games I was running at any given time, with each campaign being hosted weekly for anywhere between 4 months and 2 years. Some games went well, others fell apart, and some were just meant to be short, it was as much a creative outlet as it was a social event for me. I suppose that brings me to my first and largest piece of advice for anyone interested in making more than just a game, but an experience: Forget yourself.

Now this doesn’t mean disregard yourself, after all it is your creativity, passion, and drive that will ultimately make your game - it’s your product and you should be proud of it. But when you make a truly immersive experience, like a D&D campaign or a sandbox game, you need to realize that your players, who are given nearly unlimited ability to interact with your world, will inadvertently act in a way you don’t consider, intend, or sympathize with. Similarly, there may be things that they simply don’t care or think about as much as you do. To this second point, I encourage anyone who loves internet lore videos to interact with Polygon’s Skyrim Book Report (link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVdTZhmsGsU) hosted by the marvelous Brian David Gilbert.

What I mean to say in this is that you are creating a product that you are passionate about. So many people will make their first game as something they would want to play. This is true of other creative fields as well: animation, music, fiction... and the truth that you will have to accept is that what you wish to experience may be too niche, or complex, or tailored to your personal experience to gain traction or interest. In the case of me drawing from experience as a Game Master, I will call this player buy-in.

Buy-in makes or breaks an experience for your consumer. If your magic system is endlessly complex, a player looking for a simple power fantasy to escape the stress of a desk job may quickly discard it to collect dust. If your zombie game turns out to be a settlement managing game with an external and seldom-addressed threat of zombies, you’ll likely lose the interest of the Walking Dead crowd who are interested in the nomadic wasteland survival aspect of the genre. What’s worse is falsely advertising, or poorly portraying, your product to people potentially interested can cause lasting harm in the trust they have in your later products.

Not only this, but buy-in will impact the feedback you get from your consumers. The makers of Until Dawn no doubt put a lot of effort and energy into the photorealistic environments and occult horror of their wendigo models, but a comment praising the “good graphics” will not mean nearly as much as the feedback from a player who plays horror games to be scared, who “spent the last four hours on the edge of my seat, looking over my shoulder in my dark game room”. It’s the feedback that appreciates the spirit of your product that not only tells you what you did right, instead of just well, but also gives you the energy, motivation, and validation to keep doing it.

Tomorrow I will talk about my favorite experiences from TTRPGs as an invested player versus as a Game Master with invested players, and the world of difference it makes. If people like these little advice posts, I’ll be happy to continue them. It makes for a good fallback when I hit roadblock or am taking breaks for work-heavy periods. Hopefully on Tuesday I will have some progress to report on the Bookwyrm’s Vault, one way or another.

#game development #ttrpgs #game master #dungeon master #storytelling #advice

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allelitemuses-fuck-isreal · 5 months

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Multiversal Pokemon League

So... all this multiversal tournaments got me thinking... what if I hosted a multiversal event of my own? What would I do to have a multiversal event stand out and not be just another fight tournament? And then... it hit me.

Multiversal Pokemon League! Something that's unique and stands out from the tournaments, and it's something totally up my alley to do! Players can sign on to join the league as whatever they like - professor, Trainer, Gym Leader... villainous team boss, and they can get a starter Pokemon and start to capture Pokemon on routes and dungeons all around the region, fight and defeat the 8 Gym Leaders, and defeat the Elite Four and Champion before the other participants do! I'm thinking similar to the RPG verse, stats like HP, Attack, and Defense will play a factor in how strong attacks are, and they, combined with levels and EXP, will determine how strong a Pokemon is, and make it easier to determine the strength of wild Pokemon in an area. It will likely work similarly to the actual games, though battles will play out more like regular RP battles - I'll handle the NPCs, but participants can encounter and battle each other to their heart's content. Generally, participants would simply call out their Pokemon's move and wait for their opponent to determine if the move hits or not.

And who hosts this league, might you ask?

"Why, it's none other than me, of course! It's only fitting, after all - one of the strongest and most popular Champions of all time hosting this should surely bring in plenty of interest. Of course, I won't be entirely sharing the spotlight - every now and then, another face might show up and provide a little insight into the league, whether it be a Trainer or someone from any of the other worlds. Currently, this is just an idea, and we're still ironing things out, but we'll keep this post up at least a few days to drum up interest. Feel free to reply or send an ask if your interested in joining in the Multiversal Pokemon League!"

#muse: cynthia #MPL

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fluffytriceratops · 1 year

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Raphael's & Kristina's Wedding

Just the aesthetic, references and inspo till I get around to actually making drawings and writing stuff for it.

Things might change when I actually decide to make it, but for now this is what I invision their wedding to be like.

This could be for any iteration, but it's mostly for Rise as that's the version of Kristina I have planned out the most. Though as of right now, I imagine their wedding would be very similar in all versions.

If you would like to write/draw something involving the wedding, you have my permission to do so. Even if you want to add your OC to it as a background character or even a member of the bridal/grooms party just for fun, that'd be cool too! I love having OCs interact with my own, even if it isn't technically "canon". I think it would be interesting to see how other people invision how certain events went down lmao.

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @drowninghell @squirrelfurs @lec743 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @raphslovemuffin80 @bibiz82

(If you wished to be tagged in my future TMNT (+tmnt oc) related work, feel free to let me know and I'll happily add you!)

Kristina's Ring:

- Kristina wanted something vintage and preferrably gold, brass, copper in color. She also wanted it to remind her of Raphael,so she asked that it hold a red stone of some kind. Raphael wears a gold band to match her own, it was specially made to fit his finger.

Bridesmaids Dresses:

- Raphael let Kristina handle/choose the bridemaids dresses, as he had no preference on the matter. To match with the ring and her flowers, Kristina decides that she wants the dresses to be red and elegant. (I'm leaning more towards the 1st set of dresses, but I honestly like them both so idk which to choose. If you'd like, please let me know which one you think would suit the wedding better! It'd be a great help. Thank you!)

[either something like this]

[or something more like this]

Kristina's Dress:

- Kristina wanted a dress that sort of matched her own style. (I feel that she gives off a more dark or light academia kind of vibe) so she goes for something a little more fantasy like. Something with big sleeves, a tight bodice and a long flowy skirt.

The Bouquet(s):

- Again, Kristina wanted something red to match the bridesmaid dresses and her ring. And she didn't want just roses. Roses could be mixed in, but she wanted other flowers as well. Her main three colors were red, green, and white. Something that also gave her fantasy vibes.

Their Head Pieces:

- Kristina didn't want to wear a veil, and instead decided to wear a gold leaf headpiece. Her mother wore something similar for her wedding, so it was also something setimental. Their brides maids/maid of honour/flower girl, also wore leaf headpieces, though theirs were silver.

[Kristina's]

[Bridemaids]

The Venue:

- They wanted to get married somewhere nice. Somewhere outside of New York so they could really party and celebrate properly with their friends and family without worrying about anything or anyone. So, Kris' parents offered for them to host it at their family cottage. Somewhere Kristina would go to all the time during the summers and winter break. A place she had even taken the Hamato's a few times. It was special and private. Not to mention beautiful, with all the gardening her father did. Therefor it was perfect. They could set up a big tent outside in the yard and decorate it all nice so there was enough room for everyone. And some people could stay the night if they wished so they didn't have to worry about driving home late.

The Groom & Groomsmen Attire:

- Depending on which version of TMNT it is, they would be wearing different things. As some versions of the turtles have a easier time wearing actual clothes than others. Obviously Raph's brothers are the groomsmen (+Casey depending on the iteration). So some versions would wear tux's, or at least nice white/black button up shirts. Possibly suspenders or/and fancy pants or something-- idk I haven't figured out the guy's section yet hehe.

The Playlist:

- Kristina loves classical music. Among other types, but for their wedding, classical just suited it best. So they went along with songs like this.

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The Ring Bearer and Flower Girl:

- The ring bearer was Kristina's cat. Who they trained to carry and bring the rings to them. It wasn't hard, he's always been well trained. All they had to do was attach the rings to his collar. The flower girl was Kristina's biological mother and aunt figure. She's important to Kris and Kris wanted her to have a role in the wedding, but she (her "aunt") didn't want to be a bridesmaid and asked to be the flower girl since they didn't really have anyone else and she thought it would be fun. She wore the same dresses as the brides maids.

The Maid of Honour:

- The Maid of Honour is/was Kristina's mum, Lorie Lennox. She wanted her mother to have a bigger role than Mother of the Bride, and she's one of Kris' best friends.

The Best Man:

- In most versions I believe Raph's best man would probably be Casey. But for Rise, I think Raph would get his brothers to draw straws or pick a number between 1 and 100 and whoever got it closest would be his best man or something lol. In the end, Mikey won and made sure to rub it in his brother's faces.

The Bride's Maids:

- Kristina's brides maids would consist of her closest friends, especially if they knew the turtles. I'm not sure about the other TMNT iterations as I've currently been only really planning Rise, so we'll stick with that. I believe Iris ( @digitl-art-monstr 's OC ) is introduced after Raph and Kris are already married, so unfortunetly I don't know if she'd be in the wedding. At least not in the Rise iteration. In the other iterations I'm not sure, so she has a chance to be apart of the bridal party there! Which is awesome hehe. Alba ( @rheawritesforfun 's OC ) would definitely be one of the bride's maids. (partners in crime forever haha) So would April. I don't know if Ro ( @rheawritesforfun 's OC ) would be introduced at this point, I don't think so, at least not in the Rise version which means she wouldn't be apart of the bridal party either. So April, Alba and Lorie (+ her birth mum/aunt who is still unnnamed lol) make up the bridal party.

The Grooms Men:

- The Grooms Men are Leo, Donnie, and techinically Mikey. (+Casey depending on the version, he wouldn't be there at all for Rise) Leo would be partnered with Alba (ofc). Donnie would be partnered with April. And Mikey would be partnered with Lorie. (totally wanna draw/write this, I think it would be hilarious-)

The Officiant(s):

- Kristina and Raphael had two officiants for their wedding. They asked Splinter to do it, of course. But they also asked Westly, Kris' father to do it as well. They wanted both of their father's to have bigger roles in their wedding and decided this was the best course of action. Plus it'd be interesting to witness. Westly still walked Kris down the isle, he just joined Splinter at the altar instead of sitting down or standing off to the side.

The First Dance:

- Kristina's and Raphael's first dance together was to the song below. And yes, they both cried during it.

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The Food:

- Most of the food was made by Westly and Mikey, to help with their budget costs. Westly is an amazing cook and baker and Mike is too. They incorperated both cultures and had a lot of fun with it. They started with cute little pizza appetizers. Then they had chicken kebabs with rice and fried veggies for mains. And of course a shit ton of alcohol and a ice cream bar.

The Cake:

- The cake matched the rustic/cottagecore vibes and had edible flowers and vines wrapped all around it. It was three tiers and covered in white icing. And the flavour of the cake was red velvet.

The Honeymoon:

- While everyone left Kristina's family cottage/cabin, Kristina and Raphael stayed behind for the next couple weeks. Opting to save money and stay there for their honeymoon. I will write a whole special imagine/oneshot for this someday. So I won't say too much. Let's just say it was very much like the after math of the room from Twilight. ;)

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