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yok00k · 5 months

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LOVE.

pairing: pinkcoquette/Sanriolover!oc x bf!jk

genre: fluff, smut

“Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely”

Synopsis: you wanted to try the “pink coquette core” on your boyfriend and your poor sleepy dog

warnings: brief SMUT at the end, oc is desperate, clingy, and be waking everyone up @ midnight in the name of coquette core💀, too much love in the air, mention of jk only in his sweatpants, dirty thoughts, (pink bow should have its own warning too imo)

Author’s note: this is my very first work/drabble ^o^ I was mainly inspired by these outta pocket ‘coquette core’ videos on tiktok and it made me think about my man jungkook and my son bam (this is unedited & will probably stay that way, I just write for my own sanity)

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Pleaseeee my kookie? I promise it will be quick” I desperately pleaded to him as I straddled him on the couch. I showered his entire head with plenty of my sweet kisses, trying to convince him to do a foolish video that’s quite trending today. The only response I got are his arms snaking around my lower waist while he continues to watch his tv show, Bloodhound.

Early this morning, I was scrolling on my ‘for you’ page and saw a bunch of pretty and pleasing coquette videos. Essentially, pink bows were wrapped around the daintiest [and most random] stuffs including ramen cup noodles, lip oil, or even a rose toy. Do I get the pattern of the coquette trend? Absolutely not. But one certain thing I’m sure of is that I will wrap a tiny baby pink bow around my boyfriend. And it will happen no matter what it takes.

Since offering him with plenty of affection doesn’t seem to work, I had to go down with my last technique. “I will grant you three wishes if you let me do it” I whispered softly to his ear. Immediately, he grabbed the remote to pause the show that he was so focused on .

“Anything?” Jungkook eagerly asked, two round, shining dark eyes gaze upon me as they search for assurance in my words. “Anything” I guarantee, kissing his pretty nose before getting off his lap.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“koo stay still” I complained while giggling at the sight of him attempting to awkwardly stand still with a flimsy ribbon flimsy bow that looped around his torso and veiny arms.

‘How cute’ I thought.

While trying to capture videos and a couple of photos of him, I can’t help but to flash a grin. Small things like this really make my heart so full. Spending a solid quality time with him, even if it’s doing something nonsense is a memory I will forever value.

“So cute” I mumbled, staring at my phone as I went through the images I took seconds ago.

After a minute or two, Jungkook, who’s still standing, took a loud, deep breath.

“baby are we done yet?” he whined. “Oh my bad kookie” I rushed to turn off my phone to finally give my undivided attention to him. The ribbon tied around him got unfasten by me. Finally, he can breathe freely again.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

It was midnight when out of nowhere, another light bulb popped out of my brain on what (or who) to use the notorious pink decoration for. And in this case, I won’t be able to sleep unless I accomplish the sudden idea. Somehow, I managed to escape from Jungkook’s arms securely holding onto my waist. I quickly grab two pink short strips and head to the living room. The entire apartment was filled by silence and darkness therefore I turned the mini lampshade in the corner, causing Bam to wake up and immediately have his guards up. When he recognized that it was just me, he put his head down on the floor while holding a gaze on me as if he’s questioning ‘why is she bothering me at this hour?’

“I’m sorry for waking you up this hour bammie, mama just needs to do something real quick ok?” I gently explained to the Doberman. It didn’t take me so much time to delicately tie a not-so-tight bow around his both ears. What took time was taking good pictures of him for the reasons that he’s moving too much and doesn't know what on earth is going on.

“Look at mami bam” I whispered, snapping my fingers to get his attention to look in the camera. The poor dog keeps moving his head, figuring out the thing around his ears are for.

“Baby what are you doing?” an abrupt voice spoke behind me.

Shit. Turning my body around, I got a glance at the half lidded eyes filled with pure curiosity. As I examined his tall and muscular physique, I also didn’t fail to notice that he was only wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants. And when I say only, I meant only so don’t ask me for any color of something.

The things that my mind urges me to do.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

I dropped my knees in front of him, left hand wrapped in his upper leg while the other hand softly palmed his growing tent. I looked into his eyes as I gave his clothed cock few pecks, teasing him. Instantly he gave me a nod before throwing his head back, gesturing to me to keep on going.

I wasted no time and pulled down his sweatpants till an angry, hard cock that slapped his bottom abdomen was released from being suffocated. It’s too pretty, so desperate to be touched. Using my small grip, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, directing it right to my drooling mouth. I gifted his pink mushroom tip kitty licks, then proceeded to gradually bob my head up and down greedily to his cock as if he’s my last meal.

“mmh.. so good baby” jungkook shamelessly groans, the cold room is filled with nothing but dirty, loud moans. The noises motivated me to go on and also to do the best I can to make him feel good.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“___, you still with me?” he asked again, bringing me out in reality from the filthy thoughts that've been going around the back of my head.

“yeah.. I was just trying the ribbon on Bam” I responded breathlessly as my gaze returned to his beautiful eyes. I just smiled, as if I wasn’t imagining an obscene scene with him a few seconds ago. “let’s go to sleep” I announced as I got up from the ground.

and before we sleep, I made sure to turn my little cute scenario into reality.

#jungkook x reader #jungkookxreader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkooksmut #hello kitty #jungkook fanfiction #jk smut

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startheskelaton · 3 months

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Yes I’m adding lore and Yes I spelled Shimo’s name wrong.

…. I’m so sorry for the poor image quality I don’t know how to fix it

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atsadi-shenanigans · 8 days

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Something Full-Bodied and Red

Did a thing. Here's period smut!

It hits you right as he says, “No need to bleed by yourself, my love.” Your jaw drops. You stare at him, in his words, all agog. “You… are you saying…?” “Offering my companionship during your trying times? Yes, I believe I am. You smell delicious, Eleanor. I’ve been thinking about devouring you all day.” No mistake as his gaze slides down to the extra padding beneath your trousers. Or the way his pupils eclipse the red irises.

Or: Aunt Flo comes to visit. Astarion is delighted to make her acquaintance.

You really should a known when Gale made an—objectively-speaking and you even knew it at the time—simple statement about the best path to take. The day is hotter than Satan’s ass crack, y’all are sweating and miserable, and the rage surges up in you like goddamn Plinian eruption.

You say something along the line of, “No one asked your opinion, and yet here we are, listening to you talk anyway.”

It’s too far. You know it. Knew it before you even opened your mouth in that split second judgment call.

Gale’s face falls before he picks it back up and resettles his blasé mask.

Shit goddamn fuck.

Everyone hears it, too. Even Astarion gives you a Look.

“I’m sorry, Gale,” you say. “I really am. I’m…that was an asshole thing to say.”

His smile is still a couple shades cooler than usual. “It’s alright. The heat is getting to us all, I believe.”

An olive branch, when you’re the one who snapped.

“I mean it. Heat or not, that was rude of me. ‘Specially since you’re right.”

Cause he is. Heat melts your brains to pudding, and you were about to stomp y’all past the correct intersection to take y’all back to the inn.

His smile thaws a touch. He inclines his head.

“Now you’ve done it,” Astarion says. “He’s going to be insufferable all day.”

“Being correct is not being insufferable,” Gale says, one finger held up, the spitting image of some college professor. “Especially when it saves all of us time and effort in this truly insufferable mugginess.”

Poor man don’t know muggy. That’s when the backs of your hands sweat. Muggy is when the air’s so wet it’s almost hard to breathe. It’s one-hundred-and-thirteen goddamn degrees Fahrenheit with ninety-five percent goddamn humidity.

But you keep that shit to yourself because you fucked up and he’s owed a dunk on you.

As y’all turn up the (correct, this time) road, Astarion sidles in. Gives you a glance and the smallest line creases his brow.

“’M okay,” you say.

He nods. Bumps his hand against yours in his totally-not-a-stray-cat way of asking for attention. You thread your fingers through his gloved ones, and the both of you pretend that don’t soften his entire posture.

The inn is only half full. They got alcove beds along the walls, so you and Astarion decide to share. The two of you set up the privacy screen, and he changes into sleep pants while your back is turned.

Cazador McFuckface is dead. Astarion is a free man, and y’all have been intimate. But you still give him his modesty, always; it seems to please him beyond words. You can tell in the soft sigh as you turn away and leave him to it. In the languid movements of his limbs as he finishes and slides onto the mattress (only grumbling a little at the poor quality of the linens). In the roundness of his eyes as he stretches out and waits for you to join him.

He's still a murder hobo and a thieving, snarking, asshole gremlin. But there’s more to him, now.

You fiddle with your trousers. It really is too hot to sleep in clothes; back home, you always slept bare. It’s how you landed on an alien ship buck-ass naked.

He seems to sense this dilemma. Murmurs, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

And then gives you a saucy little wink, the dork.

So you shuck off all but your smallclothes (that he sewed for you; nothing says “You’re fine I guess” like a man sewing you some drawers) and scooch in after him. He shuffles closer to the wall while you reach up to untie the cord holding the bed curtain open.

It’s only the illusion of privacy—Lae’zel murmurs to Shadowheart across the room and Karlach’s familiar snores already fill the air. But it’s a mental thing, and you turn and Astarion snuggles into you.

“God that’s nice,” you say.

One benefit of him being undead is the man don’t produce body heat. Which means he’s nice and cool against you. Which was real weird at first (something air temperature shouldn’t move or speak), but it’s him and he’s safe, so this feels like him, like safety.

He groans in response—the downside of undead is the man don’t produce his own body heat. Which means his joints get achy unless he’s fed within the last day, or he’s got a nice, large lover blasting him with her own furnace heat.

You’re tired and vaguely hurting. Astarion likes to be the little spoon, and when he’s facing you, he koala’s onto your front. Face tucked in against your neck (or your cleavage; “you make a fantastic pillow, darling”), arms wrapped around your middle, legs all tangled with yours.

But it’s so damn hot, and the walking was too damn long. Your body thrums. Bastard won’t settle. You become too aware of his habitual breath fanning your skin. Of his coolness against you. The arm slung over your ribs.

It’s easy to imagine that mouth of his opening. Tongue snaking out to lap at you, blunt front teeth nipping up and up. Until he finds your lips and—

You shift.

His crotch is right there. Ain’t nothing going on, but you know now what he feels like when he presses against you. When he ruts against you, eyes closed to slits, forgetting to breathe. His hand around yours on his cock as he shows you how to pleasure him. The salty, bitter tang as he comes in your mouth—

“Shit,” you say and shift your legs. Astarion nuzzles against your neck but otherwise says nothing.

Y’all’ve had sex in public. Had sex in an alley. In an inn. But none of those was this close to y’all’s friends. Curtains muffle sound about as well as tent fabric, but they been pitching their tents away from your shared one for some time and for a damn reason. You always thought you were quiet. Turns out, with a partner, not so much (it’s the shit he says; his pick-up lines were so over-the-top they was kinda funny, but when he means it? Who-wee).

You sigh. It’s been a long day. Y’all need to sleep.

You try to shift your hips without dislodging him, hoping to find the right angle to ease the general achiness—

“That’s going to make it more difficult for me to trance, darling,” Astarion says against your skin.

(You don’t shiver. That would be too desperate. And even if you did, he don’t mention it.)

“Sorry,” you say. “Kinda restless. You wanna sleep in separate beds?” Then he looks up and even in the curtained gloom, his eyes pick up that red shine like a monster in the woods come to lurk.

Okay, so you absolutely shiver. You feel his smile, slow and syrupy, against your collarbone.

“Who said anything about leaving?” he says.

This man. What he does to you. You try to run your fingers through your hair, but it’s dark, you’re human, and you catch his ear instead.

Now he shudders. Presses a kiss to where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Are you…?” you say, because you ain’t always good at reading people and this man in particular is real good at getting himself misread on purpose.

His cool fingers slip down your belly to tease along your smallclothes as his mouth opens to suck on your neck (it’ll bruise). His fingers trace lower, lower…

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

“Offering to help you work through whatever has you so bothered?” he says.

Heat rushes between your legs. You are so horny for him it’s ridiculous. His hand lifts so he can trace along your outer thigh. Then his knee slots between your legs.

“Be a dear and bring this up over my hip, hmm?” he says, tapping a pattern on your thigh. “Open your legs for me, my love.”

“But everybody’s so close.”

He sucks at the damn love bite. He loves leaving marks on you. You think you like him leaving marks on you.

“So long as you stay quiet,” he says, voice gone soft and lilting as his fingers tease under your smallclothes to stroke lower.

The rest on AO3.

#full-bodied and red #these two shitheads #astarion smut #bg3 smut #tavstarion smut #period kink #astarion period kink #blood kink #vampire shenanigans #these two are so weird #idiots in love #they're both assholes

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lleecoji · 2 years

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BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA anyway, the idea kinda invaded my mind after I saw a clip of Luffy and Zoro’s stage actors messing around with the drawstrings of Luffy’s hat.

Also I’m so sorry about any poor image quality with any art I post. I literally just haven’t worked out how to get better image resolution. It’s not really something I stress too much about because it’s clear for me on my devices so I forget easily. One day I’ll figure it out <3

#roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #op zoro #op luffy #fanart #zolu #one piece zolu #zolu fanart #first mate and captain #they’re in love #llee’s shit :)

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ghostieeeee · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎: 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄?

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Ngl, I wrote this a few months ago, and I'm honestly too lazy to edit some parts, so excuse the poor quality 🙏🏻 Also possible spelling errors? :D

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A pleasant smell, a smell that reminds you of a particular warmth, a particular comfort, is what greets you with a wide smile and an even wider embrace as you step into Yunjin's place of residence. The interior was cosy, easy to look at and confine within.

Taking another step into the dorm, your eyes drift to the outer canopy of your umbrella. It’s a splash away from creating a waterfall as rain still trails from the end tip, small swells of puffy water clump in cults- shining so delicately under the impression of whatever light it can grasp at. “Here-” Yunjin says, holding her hand out to you as she closes the door behind you.

Handing her the rain-stained umbrella, she places it within a convenient umbrella rack, hanging it with a gentle ease. “Please, make yourself comfortable” She smiles, nodding towards the main living space.

“Thanks” you reply, giving her a grateful nod as you move to take your pick of seat, instantly finding yourself sitting on a soft spot of cushioned padding, naturally lining the surface of her stainless couch.

“Looks like we’re just on time” You look over to where Yunjin had nodded to, eyebrows furrowing slightly as your brain loads the visual of the window behind you and the scene it held.

And surely enough, just as Yunjin had said, it was instantly proven that you had gotten to her place just in time. The outside world beyond the window was that of a mob raid of brainless rain. It thrashed around, whipping and slashing at the glass pane as if it were desperate to get inside, desperate to flee the harshness of the outside situation. But it was bound, flung, and pinned down in a raw entertainment for the twisted sky. The clouds let out great gouts of something between either sorrow or boast- nothing is ever truly certain anymore.

“It seems so” you smile, eyes following the rigid trails the small clusters of water had left behind, little slipstreams for their fellow kind allow for flocks and herds of rushing liquid to squelch themselves from existence- waving a small farewell in their formula race. That's where you draw the winner's flag.

“It wouldn't have ended so well if we had got caught up in that-” Yunjin begins,“being ill isn’t something I plan to do” you hum at the words, averting your attention to the way she moulds herself into the furniture- almost seeming as if she was the house instead of the tenant.

“You? Being ill?” You pause, your direct vision tracing over the smaller decorations present within the room- particularly the small vase of flowers on the coffee table- a delicate assortment of light pinks and soft purple roses- presumably plastic. It’s cute. “Sounds like a nightmare”

“Huh?” her eyebrows raise as her mouth goes slightly slack “Why? How?”

“Relax” you let out an airy laugh, mind relaying the visual image of Yunjin's face,”I’m joking”

“Sorry but who is this?” A new voice interrupts from beyond your sight, soft yet loud as it intrudes on your small conversation.

“Rosie,” Yunjin begins,”I thought you’d be asleep”

“I was” she smiled, her face going smooth against the odds,”But I woke up and now I'm thirsty”

“Oh… well I washed the dishes earlier” Yunjin pauses, glancing back to you,”Rosé, meet Y/n”

It was apparent that this roommate was acting, although, it's also apparent that you’re rather oblivious. Her smile had widened and her balance shifted from one leg to another as she looked at you. “Hello Y/n. I hope Yunjin isn’t freaking you out too much”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yunjin scoffs jokingly, standing up “Y/n, do you want a drink or anything?”

“Uhm… a water please” you tilt your head down, powering on your phone to see the few missed calls and unanswered messages from Lia and your friends.

“A water? You sure? You can have anything”

“Your stash of coffee that even I’m not allowed?” Rosé asks, folding her arms expectantly as she leans slightly closer to her brown haired friend. “Even that” Yunjin nods approvingly.

“Nope, I'm good with just water. Thank you though” You offer them both a smile before they disappear into the kitchen.

You open your phone again and instantly begin to read through your texts.

“Sorry that took so long, Rosie needed me to cut her some apples while she made herself a drink" Yunjin apologises, placing your tall glass of water on the coffee table for you, causing the sea of chilled water to delicately swoosh around like an enraged storm was present within the room with you.

“I thought she was thirsty?” You eye the taller girl as she crashes back into her seat. “So did I… guess she got hungry too” Yunjin smiles, readjusting the way she’s sat to face you better, her elbow upon the top of the couch. “You’re sure you don't want anything else?”

“Yunjinnn!” You almost whine, laughing as the other girl acts almost confused at the sudden drag of her name “I'm sure”

“Sure, sure?”

“Yes”

“Certain?”

“Absolutely certain”

You take a second to just stare at her, your eyes meeting for a brief moment before you suddenly both burst out laughing. An ugly combination of belly-rupturing chortles and sniffles fill the space, bouncing from wall to wall as if the dorm was a soft play area.

“Fine, fine” Yunjin squeezes out between a particularly deep breath,”If you say so”

“I do say so” you claim, calming yourself down as you reach over to coin your drink from its stance.

“Fair enough…” Yunjin pauses, leaning slightly closer to you with a curious glance,”Can I ask you a question?”

You take a second to think, but ultimately nod regardless,”Yeah, sure. Go ahead”

“Are you close with your parents? You mentioned them earlier, about having a set list of jobs to pick from and whatnot…” Yunjin's voice lowers as her sentence comes to an end, her eyes evidently searching yours for a hidden reaction.

You open your mouth to speak, but it’s almost as if even the word ‘yeah’ refused to crawl from your lips, and instead, evaporated at the base of your tongue, leaving like a mist into the depths of a pending volcano, or even the pending of what could easily be described as a crime scene. However, you had to force the four letters out, almost choking upon the basic syllables. “Yeah”

But that was arguably the most simple answer possible. Anyone could say “Yeah” and get away on less than even a warning. Like, for instance, someone being pulled over for speeding- the officer could give them a speech as long as a university essay- and all the offender would have to do is say “Yeah” to get away from the situation faster. Or even a student in a behavioural meeting- the staff could bash on for hours about the students behaviour and attitude- and all the student would have to do is say “Yeah” and leave, only to return the next day and do the exact same thing over... but it worked!

So, the need and urge to expand on your response bubbled around like a plague within your chest. “Yeah- I mean, I haven't talked to them in a while, but personally, i'd like to say we’re okay”

Your hair sticks like another layer of skin on the back of your neck as you gulp down some cool air, feeling it swash around within your anxious lungs. Her look was almost venomous, like the point of a snake’s fang, or a sharpened elephant tusk. It almost hurt to look at her with how much your throat closed at the idea of… everything.

“You sure? You don't look or sound so sure about that” You sigh at her concern, taking another sip of your drink before tutting gently. “You really don’t need to answer, I just wanted to understand if you’re close with your family or not…”

“No. no. It’s okay. Trust me, it’s just complicated. I love my family as much as the next guy, but they’re not always available. I can never seem to call them anymore, not on their personal numbers anyway. I have to call the homeline…” You almost cringe at the fact your family even have a homeline. It just seems so outdated. “-and even then, it’s not them who answers”

“Who answers?”

Pausing, you almost feel your bottom lip quiver. “My grandpa” you smile sadly, exhaling deeply through your mouth. “He lives with my parents due to paralysis in his left leg. His wife- my grandma- still lives in another country due to visa issues. So when I can't get ahold of my parents, I ring the family homeline and talk to my grandpa about grandma and how much they’ve talked”

Noticing a small smile playing on the plush of Yunjin's lips, you can’t help but smile too. “That’s cute” she beams, holding eye contact as she does so. Somehow, her smile felt different this time, and it somehow made the miraculous happen- a certain heat reached your neck. It’s tingly, and it’s certainly not unwelcome as the onlook of your new friend ceases to flatten your mood.

“We’re probably the closest in the family, me and my grandpa. He’s always telling me about a new story every few weeks- and a life lesson that comes along with it too”

“He sounds like a charming man. I can really see where you got yours from”

There it was again, the same warmth that resided upon your neck just seconds ago was back for a suffocating round two. It strangled you in a calm grasp. Your neck acts as a bottle of rose champagne, fizzing and bubbling the more it’s aggravated- rising in volume and colour with the increase of verbal intimacy and attentiveness present within the room.

You were going to need some time to get used to this girls' compliments...

“Thank you, Yunjin”

Yunjin laughs, shaking her head,”Please call me Jennifer, or Jen for short”

Your eyebrows almost lift in surprise, a nickname? “If you say so Yunji- I mean Jen” you’re quick to salute jokingly, face going slack as a smile threatens your lips into a not so covert grin.

This only makes her laugh again though, her hand moving to brush through the brown of her silky hair away from covering her face.

“Sorry” you mumble bashfully, a small smile finally breaking from your lips.

“It’s all good” Yunjin pauses to yawn, her hand moving to now cover her mouth as her jaw inevitably stretches open,”don’t sweat it”

“Are you tired?” You ask, feeling kind of stupid now that you think about it. Why else would she be yawning? “I can leave if you want to get some rest-”

“No!” Yunjin surprises both you and herself with the sudden uproar in her tone, her voice reaching far beyond what it normally does. She coughs,”sorry, it’s just that it’s still raining, and I don’t want you getting sick… you know?”

Glancing back to the window, you take a mental note at the progression of the on-going storm outside. It looks far worse now… “Yeah… I do understand, thanks for looking out for me”

“It’s no big deal, you would’ve done the same for me... I hope?”

“I would've” You confirm, observing as she nuzzles her head against a pillow, her body language seeming more so relaxed. “There’s no way I’d let you go out in that”

"That's good to know"

You hum,"you never answered my other question though…" A flash of concentration blimps within her eyes,"What question?"

"Are you tired?"

"What? What's that got to do with the question you asked earlier? A tired brain wouldn't stop me from remembering, it shouldn't-"

"No, Jen" you smile,"the question was, are you tired?"

Her face morphs to one of disappointment and understanding, eyebrows tightly pinched together "Oh… sorry, that must've completely slipped my mind," she laughs awkwardly. “I guess I am tired”

“You should rest then”

“But who’ll keep you company? I don’t want to leave you alone… not because I don’t trust you or anything! I just want-”

“Want to be a good host?” You cut her off with a smile,”Yeah, I understand”

“I’m glad you do, I don’t want to leave the impression that I don’t care”

“I could never get that impression from you” you reassure, gaze shifting to the blonde that’s walked into the room again, a contentless plate in one hand while her phone occupies the other. You make brief eye contact before she continues on into what you've mapped out to be the kitchen. You sip on your water again.

“What are you looking at?” Yunjin asks, turning to evaluate the rest of the room with a suspicious eye.

“Your roommate came back out” is what you would’ve said… if you hadn’t noticed the small flare in her eyes, a look that spoke a thousand words without a vocal meaning. But instead, you just shook your head. “Nothing, just thinking”

“Oh?” She turns back to face you, quirking an eyebrow at your response,”What were you thinking about?”

"Not much," you smile before downing the rest of your drink,"mind if I go and refill this?"

"Not at all. It's just through there," she points in the general direction.

"Thanks"

Walking into the kitchen meant coming face to face with Yunjin's roommate and her more innocent looking features. Rosie, a name you remember so vaguely, though, that’s not what she used to call her.

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: A new college means new faces, and although you already have a set of friends to hang out with, you can't help but be drawn to the two campus heartthrobs... and they can't help but be drawn to you too...

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]

@cosettesrants @havex00 @1luvkarina @lesleepyyy @luvjanexx @jeindall777

@xen-16 @sewiouslyz @verdanst @pandafuriosa60 @misclsims

#le sserafim #kazuha #yunjin #kazuha x reader #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #nakamura kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader x yunjin #kazuha smau #yunjin smau

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saturn-is-lazy · 5 months

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Kieran is legitimately disturbing me in the Indigo Disc.

Spoiler images below cut

That expression he has is just so unnerving. I actually jumped and felt chills when he first smiled like that I was not expecting anything like that at all.

(Sorry for the poor quality on the last three images I’m too lazy to send them to my phone lol >w< )

#indigo disk spoilers #rival kieran #pokemon

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tothepointofinsanity · 6 months

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Howdy, hope you dont mind my intrusion in this lovely ask box but I would like you to rate this strange sayaka figure i found. (yes it is official)

personally i'd give it a 3/5. her eyes clearly have knowledge we cannot comprehend behind. i also feel if i incur her wrath she will bite me and it will be a big ouchie :(

[sorry if being silly here is banned i just wanted the opinion on this from the 1# Sayaka expert]

No worries, we all like to receive and discuss the silly here. That’s half the fun of opening mail from the Internet anyways, me thinks.

Right, the rating. I have actually seen this Sayaka figure on Shopee (orange hellsite that drove me broke) before, and the version I saw was even slightly sillier. The poor photo quality makes the toy appear like clay, at least with all the shininess of it, lacking severely in its final polish. The pose they chose for this Sayaka figure to be in looks acceptable on a normal, flat surface [ref: image 1], but then you look at the second picture and all of a sudden Sayaka isn’t just Madokami’s angel, but her feral bloodhound. It is undoubtedly one of the goofiest Sayaka merchandising to exist out there on the figure line. One must imagine what Homura whispered in their ears when this idea was conceived.

Overall, I think it’s very silly, in a cute sort of way. I would not mind having her join my existing collection despite the apparent oddity she presents herself with. 3/5 is a pretty accurate rating, falling in the lane of ambivalent judgement. Although, with how unique it is from the rest of the typically gorgeous Sayaka merchandise, I’m willing to bump it up to a 4/5 given it made me laugh. She’ll survey the surrounding for enemies as you sip your drink! What more could one wish for, really.

Thank you for the ask and kind words 🙇‍♂️!

#ASKS 💌#further proof Sayaka is the best puella magi btw #you come into this blog and it’s pure Sayaka propaganda #/lh #I think there are some goofy Homura ones #blah blah both of them are my favourite so not surprised #I like all of the girls but look at this merch #soooo deranged #Sayaka Archives #silly posting

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archandshri · 2 months

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23rd Feb '24 - [arch] OH RISO my beloved!!!!!! ft. cyberpunk hermitcraft soup group

A cliffhanger!!!! And now I have to wait a month for you to upload the second half?? How will I cope :’’0

For real, it’s so awesome to see your process and the sheer amount of inspiration you take! In particular, I thought ‘Sit on Two Chairs’ and ‘This Was Our Pact’ were particularly yummy.

I think book covers are really hard. You have to sum up a book’s energy in one image, make it stand out and show just enough so people want more. Exploring the narrative through those full pages is really interesting - though this is something you did for fun, it could be a really useful technique for getting to know a narrative. When I’m designing my comic covers, I always do it last - that way I’ve had practice with the visual style and I’m thoroughly familiar with the themes, so I guess spending a bit of time with the characters and narrative in this way helps for standalone book covers too. Of course, it helps if you have the time for that XD

Okay!! Onto what I've been up to!!! [warning this is a beefy post I'm sorry for your poor reading brain]

The past two weeks have been really enjoyable! I’ve been playing a lot with slow world-building, in sketchbooks, google documents, and voice notes to friends. Letting myself really sit with concepts, think about the characters, let them play in my head with no expectations. With this relaxation and lack of pressure, some beautiful narratives and interactions have been developing. I’m starting to need a name for a world/ the story. I’m not quite ready to give them a full introduction to the internet - I know it doesn’t but it feels like there’s some accountability to *produce something* and this slow development is really important for the quality and my skill building. It’s really hard to take on, but we actually don’t have to make the perfect thing now! In fact, it’s impossible. Pressure on ourselves makes it so hard to make something good if we’re always grasping at the final result. In the meantime, while those characters develop, I have been working hard on my basic skills. I wrote about characterization last post, but this week I focused on setting and colour. I was inspired (once again) by Hermitcraft. I’ve seen some really incredible illustrations of Minecraft builds in the fandom, and it seems like a great exercise.

Bdouble0's Season 10 Base illustrated by @applestruda [source] and The Red Zone, built and illustrated by Bdouble0 [source]

One of the creators on Hermitcraft, ImpulseSV, created this build in a recent episode. It takes inspiration from the last season of Hermitcraft, where he was part of the ‘soup group’ with two other players, and his current base concept - a cyberpunk city. I also LOVE his new character design, so I wanted to place him in the scene.

Screenshot from Impulse's video and new impulse design by @maxx-doodles

Here are some initial thumbnails I did, trying to figure out the composition. I wasn’t sure of the vibe yet, so I tried some rough thumbnailing, and drawing on an isometric grid and other perspective techniques. I’m going a bit mad for characters at the mo, so I wanted to place some in the scene. I found the angle of the isometric grid steep to place characters comfortably, so decided against that.

Looking back at it, I love the second! But I believe I was struggling with the perspective. I decided on the last one eventually.

Now, I absolutely adore all of the players in the Soup Group, and I am BIG fan of redesigning their notable characteristics to suit different settings. So yes, I decided to put all of the soup group in the image.

PearlescentMoon (left) from my comic and GeminiTay's Hermitcraft Season 10 design [from this thumbnail] (right)

Here's the sketch of the final image. I really enjoyed coming up with cyberpunk versions of them all. I used the impulse design almost exactly, with a few extra interesting details since he's mostly viewed from the back. For PearlescentMoon (middle) I kept her fringe, dark hair and gave her a glowing moon symbol on her top. For GeminiTay, I kept her long ginger hair, antlers (but glowing!) and took inspiration from her new season 10 design - a dark blue jumpsuit to match her dark blue clothes in her new design, and the braids she is often drawn with. I also gave them edgy new hairstyles. And a robot arm. I don't have lore for that.

As usual, I filled each flat colour-to-be with black and lowered the opacity to play with the values. Then I added colours one at a time, aware might be riso printing it. Originally I stuck to trying to make it printable (making the colours out of ones I could make my layering 2-3 colours at different opacities), but as I went on, I decided to drop that and focus on the quality of the image in a digital format alone. I did keep the grayscale version above with all the separate layers in case I needed that if/when I came to riso printing it. Below are the main two digital colour schemes I tried out.

I settled on the one on the left, with the blue tones - the foreground characters really pop. I put a few details in Gem's hair, colour variations etc, and cropped it for Instagram. I actually much prefer the cropped version - it sits better in a rule of thirds.

Now the moment we've all been waiting for :'')

RISO!!!!!!!!!!!

I returned to Cardiff after a couple of months away and was delighted to spend my first day back at The Printhaus, an awesome shared print studio where I have basically made my home. A few of my awesome friends happened to be there, so I spent the day playing around with this image with their help! (please check them out they're very cool - Gavin helped me a lot (we hung out at Thought Bubble, remember? and Rhi gave good crits too!!)

For those who don't know, risograph is basically a shitty photocopier that can only print one colour at a time. However, you can play with gradients and opacities, and layer colours really nicely to combine. I've done a lot of single-colour tonal work with riso but this is my first go really layering.

First, Gavin showed me how to separate the channels in Photoshop, using the flat image uploaded to the 'gram. We copied and pasted these layers in grayscale and added blending modes to each layer to replicate what they might look like when printed.

With blending modes, the digital mockup looked like this!!

This bit goes into technical details for replicating what the print might look like for those who might want it - feel free to skip :)))

I copied and pasted the Cyan, Black and Magenta layers as greyscale (as you can see above)

I made all of the greyscale layers multiply layers since risograph ink is transparent and we wanted to see how it layers. The ink usually comes out a bit lighter than you think, so it's good to bear that in mind. I used a clipping mask over each greyscale layer and a blending mode. WHEN YOU PRINT, PRINT IN GREYSCALE, NOT COLOUR.

Here's how I split the colours from CMYK to the riso colours, their hex codes and the blending mode I used to replicate the colours:

Cyan - Mint [HEX#82D8D5] Screen Magenta - Fluorescent Pink [HEX#FF48B0] Screen Black - Blue [HEX#0078BF] Overlay Yellow - scrapped for colour scheme purposes

Blue, Mint and Florencent Pink layers in greyscale in Procreate.

Riso printed Mint and Florescent Pink layers on separate paper, followed by the two layered together.

We always start with the lighter colour inks first, because sometimes the rollers can pick up the ink and cause extra marks where you don't want them. The first two colours came out great!

The first time we printed the blue, it came out very dark (left, first image). I have had this issue before - my last book, Winter Wellbeing, came out much darker than I wanted. Now I realise that the blue ink is super sensitive. All the 'white space' that is covered by a low-opacity blue on the left is only 2%, and yet it has come out pretty strong. We tried printing it on one of the misaligned images just to see, but it took all of the brightness out of the neon soup sign at the top of the image (second image). So I changed the values and pushed them way lighter, so it just pushed the values of the darker bits slightly, and brightened some of the lineart (right, first image)

And this is the final riso printed version!! I'm so so happy with how this came out. It's so different from the original digital version, and I actually love that.

I didn't create new colours in the way that I intended to - I wanted to play with overlaying purposefully to create specific colours eg. orange for the hair etc. But!!! I'm really happy with how it came out. That will have to be a project for next time.

Also, many copies are slightly misaligned, so in future I think I'd do flat layers for the colours a more blobby style with the linework on one layer only so there's less of a chance for obvious misalignment. design for the riso, rather than riso the design.

Overall though, this feels like a super cool step up and a milestone for me. Super happy with how it came out!! And I'm excited to play with colour some more. Can't wait to see the rest of the Lionheart brothers! Enjoy your weekend :)))

Archie 🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺 <3

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mosthuggableffxiv · 11 months

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"Didn't Quite Make It" Poll

Propaganda (including the Estinien rant I alluded to a while back, which is probably the outside edge of allowable propaganda) and images below.

Erik: "talks down to the wol constantly, assumes they're an unintelligent musclehead, preaches to his fellow ala mhigans about the 'correct' way to rebel against garlemald in a similar tone, generally kind of a massive dickhead through the majority of the questline"

Estinien: "I HATE HIS STUPID GUTS. “OHHHH IM THE AZURE DRAGOON. THE ONLY AZURE DRAGOON!�� BITCH NIDHOGG’S EYEBALL COULDNT RESIST ME AND MADE ME THE SECOND AZURE DRAGOON. BUT DO YOU TELL ISHGARD? DO YOU EVEN TELL YOUR BESTIE AYMERIC? NO. I BEAT YOUR ASS AND THEN YOU HAVE THE GALL TO CASUALLY BRING UP THE TIME YOU TRIED TO KILL ME LIKE ITS A FUNNY HAHA MEMORY. AND THEN LIKE SOME DUMBASS YOU CONVENIENTLY FORGET THAT NIDHOGG POSSESSED YOU ALREADY AND GET YOUR HANDS ON BOTH OF HIS JUICY EYEBALLS. YOU DIDN’T EVEN THINK OF OFFERING ONE TO ME! ME! THE SECOND AZURE DRAGOON WHO IS CONVENIENTLY HERE AND COULD HAVE PREVENTED YOU GETTING POSSESSED. AND ON TOP OF THAT YOU STOLE ALPHINAUD FROM ME. I WAS THERE ALONGSIDE HIM WHEN ALL OF UL’DAH WAS AGAINST US BUT INSTEAD HE LOOKS UP TO YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU TAUGHT HIM TO COLLECT FIREWOOD. THIS ISNT EVEN ALL OF WHY I HATE HIM. FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PISS RAT WHO CAN’T EVEN DEAL WITH MOOGLES FOR A FEW MINUTES WHILE IM BUSTING MY ASS DOING FETCH QUESTS FOR A STUPID MINION LOCKED BEHIND TRIBAL QUESTS."

G'raha Tia: "He was an annoying little shit (I love him now though. I’m so sorry G’Raha T^T)" (Note: the submitter specified that this was just for his appearance in the Crystal Tower raids and not later on)

Hancock: "Just look. At his face. He is a smug little capitalist bastard who just happens to be on our side."

Khloe: "the myth of three lines"

Krile: "Spends her first interactions clowning on Alphinaud pretty harshly and while he usually deserves it he is also my baby and I want to kick her ass for it"

Lue-Reeq: "Brags about having so much money, gives out pocket change he mooched from his parents. Whines when the WoL has a poorly-timed Echo. Prevented me from having quality time with the Bard Boys in ShB."

Radlia: "I’m gonna be honest her facial expressions are fun to imagine socking her to but I’m mostly submitting her because I feel bad for ranting about my personal vendetta against est*nien earlier. She’s a lovely heel character! Very punchable." (Note: this was the same submitter as the above Estinien rant)

Rhitahtyn: "Poor bastard. I'd say beating him isn't even fun anymore but the new solo duty is actually very cool."

The Warrior of Light: "Cause it's us"

#ffxiv punchability #final fantasy xiv #a realm reborn #heavensward #stormblood #shadowbringers #heavensward spoilers

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thatskysilva · 10 months

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In honour of tomorrow’s TS

#I’m sorry for the poor quality of these images #sky children of the light #gloating narcissist #season of the little prince

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atomicpsyche · 8 months

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Death Note as Bubble Tea

i was going to gong cha yesterday and i wanted to try a new flavour, and it got me thinking about death note. i’m more familiar with milk tea and gong cha, so that’s what this post will be about.

note: for toppings, everyone gets regular black pearls except for the wammy house kids. inspired by the gong cha that I went to running out of black pearls. i’m not familiar with many of the toppings, so i’m not going to include them in my hc. for sugar and ice levels, wammy kids don’t change them, light goes sugar free with little ice, misa has little sugar and no ice, mikami takes his with half sugar and less ice, and takada asks for less sugar, and standard ice. everyone would order a large, except for light and mikami.

another note: this is what the milk tea menu from gong cha looks like. sorry for poor quality. i’ve also added an image of the toppings and ice and sugar levels :3

Light Yagami: Royal Pearl Milk Tea

Light is a basic bitch who went with the top ten; it was safe, what can he say? It tastes a lot like tea, so he just kept on choosing that as his drink.

Misa Amane: Brown Sugar Milk Tea with Brown Sugar Pearls

It looks amazing, and it has less calories in comparison to the other drinks. Misa came for the aesthetic, and stayed for the taste.

Teru Mikami: Taro Milk Tea

Not going to lie, my original choice was taro coconut milk tea, but I thought that Mikami should go with taro and Takada double coconut to show how both of them are similar to one another, and their friendly acquaintanceship. I think that Mikami is another basic bitch, so he also picked something from the top ten.

Kiyomi Takada: Double Coconut Milk Tea

I headcanon Takada to be a beach person, so coconut flavoured everything is right up her alley. My og choice for her was oolong milk tea, just because she looked like a tea person (coffee too).

L Lawliet: Earl Grey Milk Tea with 3J

It reminds him of his time in England, not to mention that it has pudding and grass jelly; mixing his ‘love of tea’ and his love for sweets together. Another basic bitch who chose from the top 10 list.

Mello (Mihael Keehl): Strawberry Au Lait

It’s sweet as hell, and he wants it that way. Even if everyone is side eyeing him.

Near (Nate River): Cookie Choco Milk Tea

I found it hard to choose for Near, but I went with this one because 1) it’s sweet (a rule for wammy kids) and 2) because it’s brown and dark brown, like different morality shades.

#death note #gong cha #gong cha milk tea #boba milk tea #bubble tea #light yagami #misa amane #teru mikami #kiyomi takada #l lawliet #mello #mihael keehl #near #nate river

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sooicorn · 8 months

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IceScream

He definitely deserves some ice cream for all the stuff he’s been through. 🍦

Reblogs would be super super appreciated! :D

(Also sorry for the poor image quality I don’t know how to fix that :(

Authors Note:

So I’ve had Tumblr for upwards of a year and have done a good handfull of TF doodles and am working on my own continuity with some friends but I’m always super insecure about posting anything here because I start scrolling and get caught in the good ol “oh no this sucks” trap. Also I am a bit terrified of the TF communitg because I only started really getting into it this June and dear Primus the amount of gatekeeping is really discouraging. So this is my first attempt at making something to branch out :]

#Starscream is shamelessly my blorbo #all hail starscream #transformers #transformers fanart #art #starscream #macaddam #tf g1

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Fire & Ice

Chapter 5 - Capable Hands

(Robb Stark x f!Targaryen!reader)

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Summary: An injury and a late night endeavour sees you demanding respect in the only way you knew how. With a knife and an ultimatum.

Authors note: Hello to any remaining readers sorry its been a minute I have been dealing with some ✨mental health issues✨ but I’m back now and excited to write! If I missed you in the tag list let me know💕

TW: sexual harassment (someone exposes themselves), derogatory language, swearing, knife, blood

Playlist- none for this chapter!

Taglist: @kittykylax @winxschester @mihrimahsultan03 @stargaryenx @the-desilittle-bird @roselibrary @luxlisbonlover @r1dd1kulus

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You place your washcloth down atop the basin, splashing cool water onto your skin. Dragging your hands down your face, you peer through your fingers at your reflection. You looked tired even beneath the warm glow of the candles. The tent entrance opens, you wipe your hands and toss the cloth into the water, moving to the side as Robb staggers in. You glance back for a moment as he struggles to remove his shirt. He’s spackled in mud, the brown broken up by a deep crimson. You look over your shoulder as Robb removes his shirt, blood seeping slowly down his freckled back, trickling out from a scar about the size of your forearm.

You freeze, the image of Drogo’s wound festering plays out before you. You blink into the straining muscles of Robbs back, and clear your throat, shaking the image away.

“You’re back sooner than expected, I take it the plan failed,”

“We never got a chance to execute it, troops east of the neck were ambushed. I had to divert to them, our casualties were few, but more than we wanted. We regained our ground, but missed our opportunity,” he mumbles gruffly.

“At least the men got the fight they’ve been craving and the benefit of surprise is still on your side,” you remark, only to be met with silence. “Your bleeding,” a poor attempt to sound concerned, the tone almost laughable. You approach tentatively, the wound was worse close up.

“I'm aware, thank you for your astute observation,” he bites back, flinching as your hand touches the cloth tightly grasped between knuckles “What are…” he asks, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“Give it to me ,” you ask, gently tugging on the fabric, but his grip remains steadfast. “Give it to me, or would you prefer to die of a very preventable infection?” you demand forcefully, reaching your hand out. He sighs slowly, bringing his arm down, placing the fabric in your hand.

You dip it in the water, the drips fill the empty silence as you dab at the open skin. His muscles twitch any adrenaline worn off and wounds that once felt of nothing were tender to even the slightest touch.

'Does it hurt?’ you murmur, increasingly concerned by the depth of the wound, even as the bleeding slowed.

“Obviously,” he grunts.

“Good,” you reply, done attempting to feign concern “it will teach you to be more careful,”

“It's hardly a cut,” he snips back.

“I’ve seen better men die from less,” you state evenly, the solemnity of your face revealing something of your past to Robb. Laying the cloth down you turn to leave.

“Where are you going?” he asks

“I’m afraid one of the many qualities Talisa possessed that I do not include a skill in medicine, and likely in sewing skin back together, I go to fetch a nurse the wound is deep it needs more than just water,” you relay. Truth in part, as you pushed back the creeping sadness each time you were reminded of what once was, and what could have been. You look up to the sky forcing the tears back down, a thousand stars staring back at you.

You move through the camps, you rarely go unescorted at night especially if the men had been drinking. They had been increasingly aggressive towards you of late, their language more direct, more audible. Robbs position on you made clear, he would not protect you. You here whistles as you walk, embers lighting the path to the medical tent.

It stinks of blood, and piss and shit, but you made no face to indicate disgust. Death clutched to every corner of the place. The last thing these men needed was judgement from the one they suffered for.

“Your Grace, you should not be here for such sights, are you alright?” one of the nurses asks

“There is nothing here that scares me, these men fought bravely, and they continue to fight,” you bend over offering a dropped blanket back to its incapacitated owner, gently pulling it over them. “No it is not ghastly, it is a remarkable display of human spirit, and I am glad to have seen it. Though I don't envy your dealings with death each day, that weight I cannot imagine. I am sorry to trouble you but it is my husband. He has a wound and is too stubborn or self righteous to come here and take means away from our men, would you be so kind to send someone to see to it, it is deep I fear it will fester It needs stitching,”

“I will see to it myself your Grace,”

“Thank you,”

“Shall we return together,”

“I can escort you, but I am needed elsewhere for a few moments,”

“Very well I know the way, be careful Your Grace the hour grows late,”

“I appreciate your concern I will not be long, on a night as clear as this I am remiss not to spend as much time staring at the stars as I can,”

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The head nurse curtsies entering the tent, everything about the tent reminded him of her, he would not re enter it, even the nurse who stitched him up was enough to cause his heart to ache.

“Is Lady Rheanya not with you?” he asks as she enters.

“No she said she had other business to attend to, something to do with the stars,”

“Was she alone?” he asks

“Apologies Your Grace, I was under the impression you were aware,”

“You have no need to apologise, Grey" he calls his dire wolf forward “find her,” the men were drinking tonight, not a loss but not a win, he knew not how they would react.

You stare out towards the woods, the stars speckled the sky. One shone brighter then the others, moving over them as if it were flying. Perhaps it was the reason for your recent bouts of insanity. You flinch at the feel of fur pressing against your leg, followed by whining. You bend down scratching the large wolf's ears until his tail wags.

“At least you like me. Perhaps you could put in a good word with your owner,” you mutter, Grey huffs, as the scratches ease “very well if you must be aloof. Return to your master, I will not wander into the woods at night even if I am not that dense.” The Gray mass tilts its head “Go. I am right behind you,” with that dire wolf saunters back.

You stay until your skin begins to ache and your lungs fill with cold. You wander back through the encampment of men, drunk after victory or loss, perhaps grey should have stayed with you. The troops knew you slept alone most nights, and with Jorah away, and Ser Darrion excused for the night, their advances towards you had been increasing of late, getting more bold seeing how far they could push before Robb put them in their place. You’re nearly at the tent when a large man spins you back towards him.

“Yes” you ask, trying to remain unfazed, as you regain your footing, taking a step back realising the stature of the man.

“I was just wondering if you need someone to warm your bed tonight its awfully cold, and with the king off fucking everything with two legs you must tire of being discarded,” you roll your eyes as he continues to slur “more importantly, we’ve been wondering what’s so horrible about your cunt.”

“Is that all,” you ask, turning only to encounter a slimmer man, evidently emboldened by the larger man.

‘I'd put up with whatever was between her legs to see her face as I took her,'' you step back as he moves forward, but your face remains even, “beautiful little thing, hot blooded so I hear. Would you like that princess a real cock to ride, how does this compare to your… ‘ your eyes catch that the man had pulled out his member, partially erect, a surprise considering the amount of wine you smelt on him. You drop the dagger concealed in your sleeves.

Foolish enough to wander alone at night, but not so foolish to do so unarmed. Your free hand grabs the exposed member, the knife now pointing towards it, your eyes boring into the man's, the fear he hoped to instil in you now instilled in him.

“Tell me, do you know what happens next or shall I illuminate the path for you?” the air around you deft, “I cut a vertical slit down you pathetic excuse for a manhood allowing your blood to leach out slowly until you lose all feeling. In a week it will turn black and fall off.” The man swallows, sweat droplets forming despite the cold, “Alternatively I can chop it off now and feed it to you,” You offer, the crowd silenced, no one tried to stop you, no one made a joke or lude comment, “No, very well” You drop his member and he steps back into the silence as you wipe your hand on your cloak.

“Speak to me in such a manner again and you will wish one of those things had come to pass today.” The gathered crowd parts and you walk, a feeling of victory quickly dissipating as you look up.

“Lady Stark, my apologies I didn’t know,” you begin,

“Come with me” she says and you follow her to her tent, she sits you on the bed offering you two clothes, one behind your neck to cool you, the other to wipe your hand. “It must have been hard growing up with no mother and your brother”

“I was spared in some ways. You don’t often recognize what you're missing if you never have it. For my whole life it has been the two of us, awful as he was, he was a constant, the only one in my life, and now he is gone and it has evidently impacted my abilities to make logical choices towards safety,” you admit shaking your head.

“These past few months have been eventful and I fear no one has checked on you,”

“How am I settling into a camp full of men, who treat me like a common whore, and a husband who can hardly be in the same room as me for more than a few moments,” you scoff, “Well…I… is not quite what I expected, though I am grateful for the mentorship I found from you,

“I have heard more vulgar whispers aimed towards you. I am somewhat proud, if not shocked, that you spoke up and not a waiver in your voice, a mark of a true Targaryen,” she ascertains.

“Fearless to the point of insanity?” you reply, and she smiles wryly.

“Though the hand on another man's member,”

“ I admit that was not my finest moment and it was disrespectful to your son, and I shall apologize to him when I find the correct moment,”

“He need not know. Though I must ask, what led you to it,”

“I have castrated animals before. A man like that, one who forgoes self control, is no different than a beast. Those kinds only care for their members, believe it to be their most valuable asset, but it is weak, and easily removed even by a mere woman,”

“Who taught you to castrate sheep? I hardly imagine Visery in a barn,”

“No my lady, he felt animals below him, and most people. No after the maesters, a man cared for us, he was supposedly a old ally of our family,”

“But not of your bloodline?”

“No, he said he had sworn a duty to our lineage a long time ago. He kept us safe, until we had to leave, now I am once again adrift, lost in a strange land, in a strange world really,”

“For now, but once this war is over once you have the iron throne you will have purpose and reason. Once my daughters are reunited at Winterfell you will meet the rest of your family,” The words are warm even beneath her cool exterior, hardened stoic for her children, she owes you nothing, no such mentorship.

“Lady Stark, why are you being so kind to me,” you query, not used to people being kid for the sake of it.

“Because I know how it feels to be alone in a frozen world with an uncertain husband. You did not arrange this marriage, and I know it is not ideal, but Robb will see you on the Iron throne, trust in that if you can,”

“How did you survive it?”

“I fell in love with it,” she confesses

“I shall find my own way to manage,”

“Stranger things have happened, I find it hard to believe two young, intelligent people are unable to find something in common. Though perhaps youth is wasted on the young,”

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“You were gone a while Robb,” states as you return, his shoulder bandaged, hands running down grey winds back, reading over a letter sent in his absence. No rest for the wicked.

“Careful your grace, you almost sound concerned,” you reply removing your cloak, placing it overtop the chair

“I am concerned with who sees you wandering alone at night, or are you not alone? Ser Darrion seems to follow you like a helpless pup, at least that’s what the men say at least,” mumbling the last part.

“He is sworn to protect me. Following me like a helpless pup is his job, besides I was not with him this hour,” you relay, attempting to distinguish what it was in his voice.

“It's dangerous to walk alone through a camp full of men, especially at night, and especially after a loss,”

“Has not concerned you before, besides your men are capable of self control, and you did not lose today, you were merely set back”

“Apologies for caring, but I do remember your berating me for my improperness some weeks ago,”

“If you're looking for a fight, I've had my fill tonight. Look elsewhere,” you lay down, clothes from the day still adorning your body in the bed in your day clothes, not yet comfortable enough to change in front of Robb, for reasons you could not easily decipher. A nervousness overcame you at the thought of being under his gaze, you did not wish to be judged anymore by him, you knew you would only disappoint.

Late in the night you feel the bed depress, waking you, you turn to see Robb, as far from you as possible back moving gently, instantly having passed out, though the hour was late, you wondered how much sleep he was accustomed to and how he managed to function.

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You're gone by the time his eyes open, your lesson with Ser Darrion began today. Of all the men his mother could have paired you with it had to be that one. Robb had taken lessons alongside him when Darrion served as Jon Arryn's squire, back when his mother and his aunt were still close.

What Robb beat him in with weaponry, Darrion beat him in his ability to effortlessly charm those around him. He possessed an extroversion that had always painted the very fibre of Robbs being. A shyness he had forcibly overcome to become the person he was born to be. He shakes off the notion of insecurity, aching as he stretches his shoulder, wound bound tightly by the stitches.

He had spent the morning reevaluating his position, but the board failed to reveal any insight, no matter the angle the movements he played out came with caveats each and every time, too many deaths, too many prisoners, too risky. His mind alone was not enough to secure a victory and with his bannermen off fighting his wars elsewhere panic began to creep. He knew that one wrong step, one missed opportunity, one overlooked weakness would be the end of his family, and his legacy would be that of defeat. Failure where his ancestors have succeeded. He felt the weight of his forebears pressing down on his aching shoulder.

Moreover a new problem vexed him, the sudden apparition that was stuck in the back of his mind causing his thoughts to wander. To wander to you. To your strategies, strategies that worked, that were unexpected and surprising, ones he had missed. Like you or not you possessed valuable insight and he would be remiss and unwise not to consult you, as ever other option had been expended. Annoying and frustrating as you were, he needed your mind.

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You stand in a clearing between the pines that grew tall around you, the air was grey, the once bright foliage lay on the ground colour seeping from them. Winter was coming. After the incident last night and the days growing shorter these lessons could not come sooner.

Your cloak hung from a tree, out the corner of your eye it moved like the shadows you knew resided here, but you held your focus on your teacher as he relayed basic information to you.

“Your stance should be as such” he says his hands shift your hips forward “strong core” he places his hand on your stomach, raising your elbow with the other “keep this strong” you nod looking up at him as he hands you the spare sword of his.

“It's heavier than I thought, you remark, arm dropping slightly at the weight,” Ser Darrion smiles, dimples creasing on freshly shaved cheeks.

“Here,” he says, coming around to lend his help in support, his warmth flowing through you “It's an extension of you,” he murmurs, your heartbeat quickening as your eyes interlock the lesson entirely forgotten.

A twig snaps, Darrion breaks first, looking up towards the glen.

“Your Grace,” Darrion says, stepping back, and bowing. You see your husband, hand atop the direwolves head his demeanour unreadable.

“Ser Darrion,” Robb replies cooly, “I wish to speak with my wife…privately”,

“My Lady, your grace” Darrion says bowing and returning up the glen. Robb can't help but notice your violet stare following him.

“Enjoying yourself?” Robb questions gruffly, squinting at the grey light of early winter, as you lean over to greet Greywind.

“You told me to find a new skill,”

“He’s a poorer swordsman than some,” Robb states, taking the sword from you, effortlessly spinning it before driving it into the ground.

“Is that why he was assigned to me?” you ask, a playful nature having rushed over you. One you only felt after spending time with ser Darrion. “Besides aren't you the one who knighted him, what does that say about you,”you reply, standing at full height.

“My aunt knighted him, and despite your notions I do not wish you dead,” he replies, his hands lifting your arm, pointing your elbow “do you feel that?” he asks and you nod, “the elbow is the strongest part of the body, hold it true and it can break nearly any force, this” he states, hand placed on your core “must be strong to balance the sword, and yourself.” your eyes squint, as you try and assess his reason for being here “Did Ser Darrion tell you that?”.

“Yes,” you admit, though he had not explained it quite as well as Robb. “So you don’t wish me dead, but you do wish me back across the sea?” you continue, looking into his grey gaze for some kind of information as to what was happening, but he turns you head away from him.

“I wish none of this had come to pass,” he says, adjusting your chin “but it has. Keep your neck strong, you need it to support the weight, act as a counter balance to the sword” he walks behind to correct your stance chuckling slightly.

“What?” you aks maintaining your stance

“I fear Ser Darrion may have been angling you for something other than sword fighting,” he jokes.

“Ser Darrion is an honourable man and one of the only people to show me kindness here.” Your tone suddenly stern “I would appreciate it if you didn’t try and dirty my opinion of him” you remark turning around to defend him, just quick enough to watch Robbs smile return to the scowl you were used to “He and Jorah…”

“Do not get me started on Ser Jorah's infatuation with you,”

“Jorah is not infatuated with me,”

“You cannot possibly be so blind,”

“And you cannot possibly be so immature to believe every man who enjoys my company has an ulterior motive,” you defend

“Turn back around,” he says as you allow him to reposition your hips that fall into a slightly more comfortable position

. “Do you know what the key to beating an opponent is? It’s not strength, nor is it height,”

“Balance?” you guess.

“Very good. Fast learner,” he says, and you repress a smile “It starts in your stance, legs and hips square, one slightly in front of the other makes it harder for you to be knocked over. Next the arms have them up like before, it will feel slightly uncomfortable until the muscles get used to it,” to your shock and to his, he finds himself behind you. His arm gently guides yours, calloused hands soft on your wrist.

A sudden heat rises in you at the closeness, the lack of intimacy evidently having gotten to you, to feel such a way with him. He removes himself quickly, walking around eyes scanning your body.

“Hold that position,” he says walking off before returning with a small branch placing it in your extended arm. Your jaw clenches, was he ridiculing you once again.

“If he had you learning on a real sword far too heavy for your skill perhaps i'll have to reassign him, that is dangerous both for you and him,” he hands it to you.

“I may have demanded it,” you reason

“Well he should have refused you. Keep that stance for the next 10 minutes, then come see me in the war room we have matters of the realm to attend to,”

“You’re leaving me here with a twig to protect myself,” you reply, as he walks back up the glen.

“Just shout for Ser Darrion if you need aid, I'm sure he won't be far,” he remarks Greywind following behind him like a shadow.

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You don’t bother changing before entering the war tent, despite the looks received strolling through the camp in mens underclothes not one said a word loud enough for you to hear. A basic level of respect established at last.

“You actually waited 10 minutes in the woods alone with a twig?” Robb states

“I am capable of taking direction in instances when others know better, they just rarely do,” you relay coming to stand over the maps. “Tell me what you’ve played out so far, we can work from there,”

“It’ll be a long night,”

“If we had another option I would have suggested it”

The night was shorter than you expected, the moon was high above you when the way forward became clear, but the day had yet to break.

“We’ll need a few hundred more men to ensure our success,”

“It’s my grandfathers name day, he’s set to celebrate it at the Vale, I can ask for men while there,”

“Then it seems our job is done faster we once believed,” you sigh rubbing your eyes

“I fear we may need to spend more time in each others company, seeing how you are able to make plans come to light so quickly,”

“Well, a curse to us both then,” you reply, leaving him.

You remove your gloves, shedding your outer layers from the short walk. The training clothes from earlier still adorn your body, you remove the shirt bending down to replace it down in the trunk where you had borrowed it from.

“May as well keep it,” Robb states entering the tent you turn the shirt bundled at your chest, “There are more than I have use for in there, though we can have some made to fit you properly,”

“I see no need to bother the tailor,” you reply, eyes still wide, despite his back remaining turned to you.

“Very well,” he says, his eyes not once looking at you despite your covering up rendering it useless enough for your arms to drop, and to return to pulling your nightgown over your head. The material more sheer than you would have expected for the north.

“Why are you here?” you ask as he begins to undress.

“Seems I find myself without an alternate bed,” Robb replies turning to face you, “No pointed comments from you,”

“I do not wish to fight tonight. I fear I may have grown tired of it,” you reply, arms crossing over your chest.

‘Then we don’t fight’ he says, blowing out the candles on his desk, and getting under the covers “that two nights in a row now that we have not, are you feeling alright?”

“Are you?” you retort entering into the other side and turning over.

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