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Lovers Embrace

Halsin x afab!reader

A/N: I finally have an excuse to use the shirtless Halsin gif and I couldn’t be happier lmao. But yes - sex pollen/potion fic at your service 😏 hope y’all enjoy!

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, sex pollen trope and all that comes with it, accidental consumption of aphrodisiac potion, reader has female anatomy, PiV sex, oral (female receiving), nudity, unprotected sex, fluff.

The only sound filling the tent is of the pestle grinding down into the mortar. It’s uncharacteristic for the camp to be so calm and devoid of sound, but most everyone else had agreed to Karlach’s idea of a jaunt into the city to spend the rest of the day at the Elfsong Tavern.

They had tried to get everyone to go, but Halsin chose to stay back and you followed suit - both because you won’t ever say no to some alone time with your partner, and because you had also wanted to stock up on some potions.

Which is where you are now - you’ve already got a good batch of lesser healing potions brewing and you’re currently working on a potion you found a recipe for, which just seems to be an amped up version of the greater healing potion while adding in a stamina aspect as well.

Halsin had left not long ago to look for a bit more of one of the ingredients, since you’re working with the last of what you have. Just as you finish preparing the ingredients, the first batch of the trial is done.

You look over the instructions one more time just to double-check that everything you’ve done was correct before taking the vial in hand, appraising your handy work.

Silently, you wish there was a better way to test potions rather than trying them outright, but if something were to go awry, you know Halsin isn’t far.

The potion is tinged red like the other healing potions, but held up to the candlelight, you can see that it’s slightly purple as well. Most likely from the stamina portion of the potion.

Slowly, you bring it towards you, carefully sniffing the concoction. When nothing seems off, you finally place the vial against your lips. The liquid is warm as it hits your lips and spreads over your tongue, and you automatically notice a difference in taste.

The other healing potions taste medicinal in nature, not at all pleasant. But this is…different. Sweeter. It’s more rich as well, coating your mouth and throat in a syrupy thickness as you consume it.

You pull the vial away from your lips and stare at the empty glass curiously before glancing down at your hands. You’d been sparring with Lae’zel earlier, resulting in bruised and split knuckles - the perfect way to test this new potion.

Except…they’re still there. Even after you wipe away the dried blood, the minor injuries are still present. Quickly, you set the vial off to the side and look back to your notes. Maybe the potion has a delay in effect, or takes longer than usual?

However, after reading over the notes several times, one particular phrase leaps off the page.

Effects are immediate.

So why isn’t it working?

You move to look over the ingredients once more, but stop as you reach for them. Your hands are shaking. Badly. And not only that - it feels as if the air in the tent has risen several degrees, a cold sweat breaking out along your skin.

Oh fuck.

Did you just poison yourself?

You move to stand but the world sways, mind foggy as a wave of…something rushes through you and settles low in your belly. Your knees almost buckle beneath you as something all too familiar clenches in your core.

“Halsin!” His name is falling from your lips before you can even stop it, not even wondering if he is in ear shot to hear you.

Panic is settling in now, fear of not knowing what you consumed or what it’s going to do to you. You stagger towards the tent’s entrance, pulling the flap back just as your partner does the same.

He stands before you, brows furrowed as he looks down at you. “I heard you call out as I came back into camp. Are you alright, my love?”

You shake your head, wanting to tell him no, you’re not alright, when your eyes land on the bundles of plants in his hand. Confusion fights its way to the front of your mind as you reach out to touch the plants.

“What is that?”

Halsin looks even more concerned now, “It is what you asked me to gather for the potion you are working on. Is it not?”

You shake your head, turning back to the desk to pick up the last stalk of belladonna you have before showing it to Halsin. “No, I needed belladonna, I-ah-“

Another wave of, what you now realize is pleasure courses through you, finally bringing you to your knees. But Halsin is quick. His hands catch you before you hit the ground as he gently lowers you both to your knees.

His concern is palpable now as he looks from you to the plant in your hand, and finally to the empty vial on the desk. His grip on you tightens.

“That is not belladonna,” he informs you, pulling away to show you what he gathered. “This is.”

“Then what…what is this?” You choke on a gasp, curling in on yourself. “What did I drink? Am I…Did I poison myself?”

Halsin quickly reaches over you to take the papers from the desk, scanning them over quickly. His eyes widen slightly before he lets out a soft sigh, eyes falling shut tightly.

“You did not poison yourself, my heart,” he tells you, causing a slight sense of relief to course through you.

However, any relief is overshadowed by the aching need now flowing through your veins. And Halsin’s presence just seems to make it worse, his smell invading your senses, his presence calling to you. You try to shove it away.

“Then what is happening?” The words are a plea on your lips as the pain starts to bloom in your belly, gnawing into your very bones.

Sensing your discomfort, Halsin speaks quickly, tossing the things aside in favor of taking the plant still gripped in your hand.

“This is Lover’s Nettle. It’s a rare plant, so I am surprised you stumbled upon it.” He reaches over you again to trade the plant for the empty vial on the desk, sticky purple residue still stuck to the glass.

He takes a small sniff and his lips quirk upwards ever so slightly. “It seems you accidentally created an aphrodisiac potion, little one - a potent one at that.”

Embarrassment wells up in your chest, almost strong enough to overwhelm your other senses. “I…what?”

Ever attuned to your emotions, the druid takes your face gently in his hands, turning your gaze towards him. “I have encountered what I believe to be this same elixir in the days of my youth. They called it Lover’s Embrace, as I am sure you can see why-“

“Halsin, you know I love you, but please-” Your plea comes out in a whine. “Is it harmful?”

Halsin smiles at you, that all too familiar twinkle in his eye. “No, my heart, it will not harm you. But it does tend to cause great discomfort until one’s…baser needs are met.”

“What?” you gasp, “why would someone create something like that?”

Gently, not wanting to rush you, Halsin readjusts and tugs you into his lap. The new position has you straddling his lap and places you slightly above him so the usually taller man has to gaze up at you for once.

“For many reasons, but the most common is just for pleasure’s sake - it was very common in brothels in the city to increase one’s pleasure during their time there.” Halsin’s voice is low now, his hands tracing patterns onto your back and making it even harder for you to stay focused.

“Although, the potion was meant to be consumed by both parties, but…” he’s leaned in now, lips brushing your jaw as he speaks. “It seems you’ve taken enough for the both of us.”

His words, his lips, the way his hands caress you, it all comes together to snap that final tiny string of restraint you had left. Turning, you capture Halsin’s lips with your own, your hands coming up to fist in the material of his shirt as you finally let the potion take over.

Gods, you want him.

You always want him, but now…you feel as if you’ll shatter into a million fragile pieces if he doesn’t touch you.

Halsin, always attuned to every part of you it seems, quickly obliges your silent thoughts. Large hands run from your hips up your sides, rucking up the fabric of your shirt as he does until, eventually, he slips his hands beneath the piece of clothing. They’re warm, as they always are - but now it feels like they’re on fire, scorching a path on your skin as he moves ever upwards, fingers trailing delicately along your spine.

“Halsin.” His name is a plea on your lips as you pull away from the kiss, forehead falling to rest against his own. “Please…”

His lips land on the corner of your own before trailing down to your jaw and lower, stoking the flames even more, until he finally moves to tug your shirt over your head - separating you both for just a brief moment before his lips are on your skin once more.

“Tell me what you need from me, my heart. State your desire and it is yours.” Halsin’s voice is low, almost a rasp as his lips brush over your neck, stopping there to suckle the skin sweetly, teeth barely grazing before moving lower.

His hands never cease their movement, both steadying in ther strength yet infuriating in the way the flit about, never staying in one place for too long and never seeming to touch you where you want him most.

A gasp slips past your lips as his thumb brush just below your breasts, and you squeeze his shoulders sharply. “Just…touch me, Halsin. Kiss me, touch me, fuck me just- please-“ Your words end on a moan as he places a particularly sharp bite to your shoulder. “Just do something, anything.”

Faster than you can blink, Halsin has you on your back beneath him, the furs that make up the tents floor soft beneath against you.

“Careful, my heart,” Halsin warns, voice low. “Your presence alone tests my control, but with words like that I cannot promise I will be able to contain it.”

You fist the fabric of Halsin’s shirt in your hands where they rest on his sides, trying to pull him impossibly closer from where he hovers over you.

“Then lose it,” you gasp, rolling your hips up into his own in search of some - any kind - of friction. “I just want you, I don’t care how. Just, please…”

That word, the one that’s already fallen from your lips several times tonight, finally reaches the man above you. His mouth is on you as soon as he hears it and you don’t bother to fight back the sounds that fall from your lips as he starts a path down your body.

The heat that started after you drank the potion feels like molten lava beneath your skin, and Halsin’s lips are doing little to douse the fire. Teeth scrape at the tender flesh of your chest before moving lower, as if he’s as desperate to touch you as you are.

After what feels like an eternity, his nose brushes the waistband of your pants, and before you can so much as think about begging, his hands are already taking them off, taking your underwear with them.

Halsin is an experienced and thorough lover, typically drawing things out to give you both the most pleasure possible. Tonight, however, he must take mercy on you. Because the moment your trousers are tossed to the side, his mouth is on you.

You almost come right there, the second you feel his tongue on you, drinking in your arousal. It’s like electricity shoots through you, and you can’t suppress the cry that falls from your lips, your hands shooting down to tangle in his hair.

Thick fingers dig into your thighs, keeping your hips pressed to the floor and his lips against your center.

You can’t stop writhing against him as his tongue presses against your clit teasing that bundle of nerves as one hand starts to slide downwards, fingers slipping through your folds to press against your entrance.

“Ah, Halsin-“ His name is like a prayer on your lips, begging him to keep touching you, afraid of what will happen if he doesn’t.

Your lover praises your plea with action, finally pressing two fingers into your warm heat. Normally, he would have to work you up to this, but with how wet you are and what you assume to be the work of the potion, he faces no resistance.

Immediately, stars erupt behind your eyes, and you are catapulted off the edge. Your climax comes on so suddenly it steals your breath away, your back arching upwards as your body fights to get closer to the source of your pleasure. It’s as if the potion has made every nerve ending more sensitive. Euphoria washes over you, and Halsin coaxes you through the tumultuous waves, lapping at you until you feel there’s nothing left.

It feels like there is not enough air to fill your lungs as you lay panting on the floor, a pitiful whine escaping your lips as Halsin pulls his fingers from you.

You watch through half-lidded eyes as he licks your spend from himself before your head falls back onto the soft furs.

Warm lips press to the inside of your leg before traveling upwards again, leaving barely-there kisses to your hips, then your stomach, then upwards still. His slow ascent gives you just enough time to gather your senses once more, just enough to realize that it’s still there.

That need. The fire beneath your skin. Even if it’s slightly dulled, you can feel the flames growing once more.

Halsin presses his lips to the valley of your breasts, then your collarbone, reaching your neck before you can gather enough words to speak.

“Gods,” you groan, arms moving to wrap around his shoulders as he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips, a breathy chuckle brushing over your cheek.

“I told you it was a potent mixture,” he says, voice full of amusement as he settles between your thighs.

It’s then, as you struggled to pull him closer, that you realize he’s still fully clothed. You paw at his shirt, your arousal growing hot in your belly once more.

“Off.”

Halsin can’t help but laugh again, kissing away the frown that tugs at your lips.

“As my lady commands.”

In a flash of that all too familiar druidic magic, his clothes are gone, leaving him blissfully bare above you.

Despite the need coursing through you, you can’t stop the way your eyes trail over him. The muscles rippling in his shoulders as he adjusts his position, the dark hair dusting his chest, the way his hair falls over his shoulders as he gazes down at you.

Taking his face in your hands, you lean up to capture his lips in a desperate kiss - one he returns eagerly.

He dips lower, his forearms resting beside your head as he moves to press flush against you. A moan escapes you, his body fitting perfectly against your own. You can feel him, hot and heavy against your core, can sense the way he tries to restrain himself but fails as his hips rut against you.

Halsin pulls away from your lips, chest heaving with ragged breaths as he presses his forehead to yours. You watch the slight grimace in his face as his eyes flicker open and a flash of gold overtakes them before disappearing.

The beast.

Gods, if you weren’t desperate for him the way his now, you’d tell him to let go. Beg for him to devour you like you know he’s able. But you don’t, instead you wrap your legs around his waist as fingers dig into his back.

“Halsin please, I can’t wait another moment, just-” A whine escapes from your throat as he rolls his hips again, teasing your clit as he pressed harder against you.

“Take me.”

He needs no more encouragement, lining himself up before thrusting into you in one fluid motion. Your body gives way to him with ease, taking him to the hilt in one thrust that pushes the air from your lungs.

You dig your heels into him, begging him to move as words escape you, a request he complies with eagerly. His thrusts are firm, and soon he’s built up a steady rhythm that brushes against that devastating spot inside you each time.

His head falls to the crook of your neck, kissing just below your ear and nipping the delicate skin with blunt teeth.

“I am not ashamed to say I have fantasized about this,” Halsin breathes, voice ragged as he continues to move against you, arms slipping beneath your shoulders to wrap you in a snug embrace.

“I imagined what it would be like having you like this beneath me, writhing and needy just as you are now.”

His words spark something within you, increasing the pleasure pooling in your belly and forcing a moan from your lips again. “Halsin…”

He lets out a groan of his own at the sound of his name on your lips, and suddenly your world is spinning as he hauls you up from the floor. He’s on his knees now, you in his lap as he continues to thrust up into you, arms wrapped securely around your body to keep you pressed flush against him.

The new angle allows him to press deeper, sending shocks of pleasure that have your fingers tingling and toes curling as you sag against him.

A firm hand settles at the back of your head, cradling it gently as his lips brush your ear.

“But in my dreams, it’s not just you who’ve consumed the elixir. Instead, we both indulge.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, arms tightening around you as his thrusts become more frantic and that familiar coil in your core starts to pull taut.

“The potion works as it’s designed, making us crave each other to the point of lust-addled passion. The craving is so strong that all control is lost and there is nothing but pure pleasure as we claim each other.”

Gods, his words are pure fuel to the fire within you, creating images you don’t dare to push away. Fingers dig into his back, your nails no doubt leaving marks on his tanned skin as you cry out.

“Halsin, please, I’m close, I-“ A strangled moan leaves your lips as one of his hands works its way between your bodies to tease your clit.

“Come for me, my heart,” Halsin says, his voice a whispered command against your skin. “Let me hear my name on your lips once more.”

All it takes is one more press of his hips for you to obey. The coil snaps and you are falling once again into unadulterated bliss, Halsin’s name flowing from your lips like a mantra.

He works you through your climax as he chases his own end, a few more harsh thrusts before he’s filling you with a groan, then going still against you.

Slowly, ever so gently, he leans forward, laying you amongst the furs before following suit.

You wince slightly as he moves away from you, but quickly settled into the arms he offers you, cheek against his damp chest and one leg thrown over his own as you press against his side.

Exhaustion tugs at every part of your being, but despite being blissed out and spent, you can still feel that smoldering ember in your belly, unsure if it is the pleasure still waning or the potion waiting to be flamed once more.

“Is it…how long does it take for it to wear off?” you ask softly, tongue heavy in your parched mouth.

Halsin hums and you can feel the vibrations against your cheek as he reaches up to place a hand against your forehead.

“You are still running hot,” he observes before dropping his hand to rub soothingly up your arm. “This particular mixture does not wane quickly,” he tells you, a tinge of apology in his voice. “It may be well into sunrise before it completely leaves your system.”

He smiles then, an action you see solely because his words cause you to look up at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. “That long?”

Halsin laughs, nodding and pulling you against him again. “It is a powerful concoction. However,” he pauses, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “it is gracious enough to give you brief respites. So, sleep now, my heart, and when the tendrils of desire pull you from your slumber I will be here waiting.”

Your eyes are already slipping closed as he speaks, your limbs resting heavily against him as he holds you close.

And as you drift off to sleep you can’t help the eagerness that stirs in your chest for what awaits when you wake.

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🎨Colours of Your Destined Person💐🌷🌻—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Love? Hate? Peace? Hot? Cold? Poison? Passion? Affection, baby~

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Pile 1 – Dreamy Protector

when they’re in love – 10 of Wands Rx

Your Destined Person is such a dreamer. When they’re in love, they forget life’s duties and focus on the cotton candy feelings blooming in their heart. They’re the type that thinks non-stop about the person they’re in love with. Imagining all kinds of cute scenarios, the future, the little gestures, words (said and unsaid!), the colour of the sky. Head in the clouds type of person.

Even so, they’re cautious and they approach the person they like with a lot of consideration. They’re very kind and patient. They want to get to know you slowly, but wholly. Like, your favourite cake or ice cream flavour, the music you listen to, what allergies you have😅; they want to know your mind, background and will gauge your character😝They want to make sure they’ve fallen head over heels for someone who’s just as kind as themselves!

It's important for them to do that because they’ve also been hurt quite a bit in life. Not necessarily romantically. But this is someone who’s seen the uglier nature of humans and they just don’t want to be taken advantage of. They’re someone who cares about the little details of the person they’re in love with and will also take care of the little things for that person. Very responsible and mature.

VIBE: THURSDAY by GOT7

when they get jealous or upset ;) – 10 of Pentacles

In all honesty, your Destined Person could be a little smothering to say the least👻They could be quite…naggy…? I mean, motherly?😜So the funny thing is, when they’re upset with you because they’re somehow jelly (whatever the cause/scenario might be) they become super protective, annoyingly attentive, and may even over-shower you with gifts and take you out on more dates. Maybe even expensive dates🤣

Their love language is gift and attention, so when they’re jealous, they just amp that volume up🤷🏻‍♀️Kinda childish, all things considered. But hey, look at the bright side. At least they’re not the type to play hot and cold, or leave you hanging and silent-treating you, none of that confusing passive-aggressive bullshit.

When they’re jealous, they wanna get closer to you. They’ll send more texts asking if you’re alright, how’s your day been and all that. When they’re upset, they still wanna communicate with you, that’s why they take you out on dates so you get a chance to talk more. As silly they could be at times, it's kinda heartwarming🥺

VIBE: Somebody! by Loco & Hwasa

when they’re with YOU~ – Knight of Pentacles

First of all, your Destined Person is not exactly the type that knows how to express their feelings verbally. If they could be more honest, they want you to know that you make everything in the world worthwhile for them. It could be that they’d prayed for you for quite some time. You remind them of all that could be good about this world. Because, you make them feel… young but at the same time, more adult, more responsible.

Your Destined Person is generous and has a big heart. After knowing each other for quite a while, they wouldn’t mind hearing all about your past—even traumatic past (if you had one). They want to know where you came from and what’s made you the wonderful person they fell in love with.

Although they could be quite smothering (in the beginning) they eventually learn about freedom (from you). They’ll realise they want to take care of you in the way that suits you! They’re sensitive, considerate, respectful like that; and you’re so wonderful to them they'd do anything to please you. They’re the type that endeavours to make everything in your world OK. They want to be your HERO~

VIBE: Need To Know by Jay Park

Their Inner World🔻💚

who they are with themselves – Gold Geographer (John Dee)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Intellect

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Pile 2 – Devoted Maniac

when they’re in love – 7 of Wands Rx

WOW, your Destined Person is not the type to ‘fall in love’ easily. This person is probably psychic and it’s like, they’re looking for The One. It’s been like that since they were young. Whether or not your person is traditionally spiritual, they’re guided by their Soul. They know they have a soulmate, a divine counterpart—a destined person—who’s just for them.

Highkey they look for you in every person they’ve ever had a crush on—even a mini crush. And if they’re young, they may not even be consciously aware that they’re searching for you. But because of this, they’ve always had rather specific requirements. People might even tell them that what they’re looking for in a person is unrealistic because they’re too specific. Little do others know, they’re describing you~🤭

When they’re in love though, this can be a bit of an obsessive person. They don’t think about other people, aren’t interested; they have eyes only for the person who’s totally caught their attention. They’re a devoted person, intense and charismatic. Chances are, they have Scorpio influences. And… they can be a bit (a lot) selfish, too😝Pssst... they'll recognise you in an instant in a crowd of grey-suited individuals🧵🪡🧶

VIBE: FOCUS ON ME by Jus2

when they get jealous or upset ;) – IX The Hermit

Whether your Destined Person is an extrovert or introvert, they have a tendency of wanting to be alone. Especially when they’re super duper upset. They need the time and space to gather and sort out the shit on their mind. Pretty mature, if you think about it. But sometimes they go too far and… they dwell too long in negative thoughts and feelings.

They’re not great with expressing verbally emotions that eat them up from the inside. And because they don’t want to hurt other people’s feelings, even when they’re upset with you because they’re jealous (whatever the reason/scenario may be) they choose to hold back from saying anything and would rather disappear into the void.

In that miserable aloneness they think non-stop about the words they want you to hear. Words like: but you’re The One for me; don’t you see you belong with me?; why can’t I be the coolest person in your eyes?; there’s no one else like me, just look at me!; haven’t you seen me in your dreams?; I’ve seen you in mine that’s why I know you’re MY destined one now look at me and be with me!😅

VIBE: IN THIS WORLD feat. Sakamoto Ryuichi by MONDO GROSSO

when they’re with YOU~ – 2 of Pentacles Rx

‘You’re beyond compare.’ ‘Nothing and no one else catches my attention the way you’ve brought me to my knees.’ ‘I’d do anything in my power to serve, please you.’ ‘I live for you; I exist for you alone.’ ‘You’re forever irreplaceable.’ ‘I plead you, don’t ever leave me alone in this graveyard of a world.’🪢

Your Destined Person, as you can see, is an intense and strange person. They’re unique and kinda have a world of their own. A creative, passionate individual. When they’re with you, just by your sheer presence all of those qualities seem to get amplified. It’s intense; so obsessed; like they’re possessed. What they feel for you can often be menacing for themselves. Feelings most people aren’t familiar with, let alone know how to handle well.

At some point, this person might try to distance themselves from you. They’re kinda freaked out by the intensity of their own emotions and don’t want you to think less of them because of what they themselves perceive as them being silly, crazy even. They think there’s something wrong with them, although they blame you for causing it, too. Still, this person is your The One; they’re devoted and loyal and couldn’t bring themselves to love you less. When they return to you, they’ll be begging on their knees🙇🏻

VIBE: Take Me by Miso; Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze

Their Inner World🔻🧡

who they are with themselves – Silver Magus (Merlin)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Fertility

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Pile 3 – Cosmic Lover

when they’re in love – 0 The Fool Rx

Since the day your Destined Person was born, they have always known what Love is supposed to be and look like. This is someone serious who will not play around. For them, Love is sacred. In romance, too, whatever conveniences might be at stake, if it isn’t Love it’s not worth a goddamn dime. They know how to break a connection almost in an instant.

When they came into this world, they already knew they’re meant to meet someone special (ahem! you!) so… as wise they may appear to be, they kind of have this frantic feeling of needing to find someone. They may have had a lot of crushes their entire life—every one of those crushes holding a puzzle piece that resembles YOU🧩Guiding them towards understanding who you are and what you look like in this incarnation.

You made a promise to find each other in this life. They vowed to love and have children with you. A major mission behind your incarnations. The bloodline created from their union with you will leave a lasting impact in the world. You’re meant to have an amazing ride in this Matrix.

Call them naughty but, your Destined Person is a major tease. They can, and know how to, drive you mad with just their enigmatic gaze. They leave you breathless and you’re thrilled non-stop! Consider yourself warned🤭This is someone mega HOT. And possessive. And territorial.

VIBE: Naughty by Red Velvet IRENE & SEULGI

when they get jealous or upset ;) – 3 of Wands Rx

In spite of the tons of crushes, your Destined Person really hasn’t dated that many times before you. So they can’t really deal with the complex, negatively polarised emotions that come with being romantically attracted to someone. When jealous, they might even resort to anger outbursts. Not that they mean to behave like that, though. They’re just hopeless.

A bit childish. Indeed, they’re lacking experience in this aspect of life; you know, romance. But also, they don’t like losing. The idea that you might be more attracted to someone else burns them to the core of their being. I think it’s because they also know from the Soul level that you belong with them. So like, ‘What’s the deal with you paying more attention to someone who’s not me?!’ kind of attitude. Sounds like major Fire (Aries, Leo, Sag) influences.

Their entire sense of self relies on you devoting yourself to them. But this is a wise person, they eventually learn to transcend their self-esteem issues and become confident in what and who they are as a person. But they do need a lot of attention and affection from you because they’re clingy as fuck!👻

VIBE: Love Theory by Taeyong x Wonstein

when they’re with YOU~ – 10 of Cups

Above everything else, they feel safe when they’re with you. You are everything they’ve ever dreamt of (obvi!) and they’re glad, and grateful. To them, you’re the whole package. God’s most precious gift. They want to cherish you, cook for you, take care of you in every way. They want to make your world OK as you’ve made theirs.

Even so, your Destined Person is afflicted with an inexplicable sorrow. They somehow feel like the time they spend with you is never enough. Like everything is just a fleeting dream that could dissolve at any minute. The time they share with you feels unreal no matter how long you’ve been together. Like at any time, it could all just be taken away from them.

Their heart is always tender when they’re with you. It is surely happiness, gladness, but also poignant sweetness. Even as time passes, this person never reduces their gentle affection towards you. For as long as you know them, they’ll always be the same♥️They could have more than one child with you~

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who they are with themselves – Green Magus (John Dee)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Magick

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[wandering-winchesters]

Not A Demon In Hell

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,173

Summary: The reader is taken by a Djinn and the turmoil that follows.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, injuries

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Guilt, anger, fear. These are the emotions flowing through my veins as I pace in the confined space of the motel room. Guilt, because she is missing. Fear, because I could not stand the thought of something happening to her. Anger, because whatever took her, was going to have hell to pay. My fists clench and unclench, my body so filled with adrenaline that my hands have gone stiff and cold.

I could faintly hear Sam on the phone with Bobby, discussing what had happened and what they think could have done it. But I cannot listen, the only thing I can do is pace. If I sit down, or stop to dwell on it I will go crazy. I will break anything or hurt anyone if it means getting her back. My body is on fire, like a live wire sparking on the ground. Every muscle amped, every sense heightened. Ready. Waiting. 

“Dean.” Sam said softly, jerking me out of my thoughts. I did not respond, just pause in my steps and look over at the younger Winchester. Sam sighs, his brow creased, the bags under his eyes nearly as bad as my own.

“Bobby and I talked, we think it is a Djinn.” Sam’s words echo around my head, every second it repeats it distorts and grows louder. Djinn. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end, goosebumps spread quickly over my skin. Those ugly bastards. The memory of the one that had me, chilled me to my core. What hallucination did it have her locked up in. Was she scared? Was she alone? Did she think I had abandoned her? Where had we encountered the Djinn? I had not let her out of my sight this whole trip, we had been together the whole time, except...

"The bar. Sam, the bar." My voice is soft at first, rising steadily as I recall when, and where we were. "I left her to go get another beer, the Djinn must have been there and poisoned her!" I curse, clenching my hands into fists again, to keep from punching a new hole in the motel wall.

"Where would it take her?" I question, mostly talking to myself. I resume my earlier pattern of pacing, every second I waste feels like an eternity. How long had she been gone? How long had she been in pain? How long until that Djinn drains her entirely? He did not know.

"They tend to like caves, are there any cave systems nearby? We should start there." Sam says, already pulling out his laptop to search for whatever he could find.

The next hour passes so slowly, every minute dragging out longer than I thought possible. The level of fear and anxiety running through my veins, something I had not felt in a very long time. Maybe never, before this terrible day. Y/N is my best friend, there is nothing in this world I would not do to keep her safe. Keep her earthside. This is all my fault.

We had met as children, on one of the numerous occasions dad was out of town and left me to take care of Sam. The same night that the Shtriga came for Sam. She had been at the arcade, entranced by the same game that I had snuck away to play. The one that almost cost Sam his life, if my dad had not come home just in time.

I kept her at arm's length for a long time, unable to trust anyone besides Sam and my father. But she just kept showing up, she would not give up on me and I just could not figure out why. I eventually stopped resisting and slowly, overtime grew to love Y/N. Platonically at first. Over the years, we grew closer. I shared every aspect of my life with her that I could, leaving out the demons. I did not want her to think I was crazy, but deep down I really did not want her to worry about the monsters that plague my nightmares.

It was not until her parents died, an accident that I was trying to prevent. One of Sam's visions predicted it. But we didn't get there fast enough. It was then, that I told her everything. I spared no detail, fully expecting her to scream at me, tell me never to talk to her again. Y/N listened, absorbed every word, her face passive. When I finished telling her everything, what happened to mom, where I had been all of those years, why I was always travelling, what happened to her parents, I quieted. I did not dare to look up from my shaky hands.

She simply crossed the room and hugged me. Telling me that she had known something was different about me all along, and that she was grateful for someone like me, keeping others safe.

It was not long after this that she brought a case to Sam and my attention, begging for us to let her tag along. Since she was the one that did the research. I finally caved, after days of her calling and texting, she finally showed up at the door to our motel. How could I have turned her away? We were all she had left, Sam and myself.

I have known, since that night when I told her everything, that I loved her as more than a friend. I just could not bring myself to cross that line. She meant too much to me to risk losing her all together if the feelings were not reciprocated. I would rather have her in my life in a strictly platonic capacity, then not at all.

"I found it, Dean. There." I am jerked back to reality by Sam, sliding his laptop across the table and pointing to a cave system. Twenty minutes north of where we currently were.

"Lets go."

-

We wasted no time, grabbing the gear we would need to send this bastard back to hell. Hopefully never to return. Sam drives, which is probably a good decision. The adrenaline at an all time high as we near the caves. I am silently praying that Y/N is there. Begging any God or Angel that might exist to keep her alive, just a little while longer.

"We are going to find her, Dean." Sam says, his foot pressing the accelerator to the floor. Driving as fast as he possibly can, the need to get to Y/N just as important to Sam as it is for me.

Time is still dragging, but we eventually pull up to the spot that Sam thinks to have an entrance to the cave system. We hurriedly jump out of the Impala, wasting no time to rush into the woods.

Her flannel, rain soaked and torn is laying a few feet in front of me. A sharp punch in the face. She was here. She has to be close still. Sam sees it at the same time and nods, a silent understanding. We both approach the spot and see the entrance to the cave.

"We're comin' sweetheart." I whisper, following Sam into the darkness. It takes my eyes a minute to adjust, not wanting to use a flashlight and give away our location to the Djinn. It is relatively easy to navigate, the cave not nearly as big as the map had made it out to be. I am grateful, if it had been any longer I might have gone crazy. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, reverberating in my ears to the point where I cannot hear the gravel crunching under my soft footsteps.

We walk as quickly, but as quietly as we can. Finally reaching an opening in the cave, wooden beams formed a rough structure within. Rope dangles down from the cross beams, loops tied in the ends. Bastards. This was definitely a Djinn. The question still remains, where is it? My grip tightens on the silver knife in my hand, the lambs blood still dried on the blade.

I turn the corner and all the air is knocked out of my lungs. Y/N. She's there, her wrists strung up above her head. Limp, Pale, sweaty and covered in bruises, but she’s breathing. In that moment, nothing else matters. I rush across the cave, my senses overwhelmed. The only sound I can hear is my heart thumping in my chest. I wrap an arm around her waist, hurriedly cutting the rope that is suspending her in the air. Her body slumps against my own, I cradle her close one hand on her back the other gently grasping the back of her neck. I brush her hair back from her face, wiping away dirt and sweat in the process.

“Y/N, sweetheart, it’s me. I’ve got you” I whisper, pressing my lips to her forehead. She’s so cold. It’s at this moment that I hear Sammy yell out a warning, my eyes snap up, locating the danger that is present. I lean Y/N up against the nearest wall, quickly stepping in between her and the Djinn that had made a sudden appearance.

“Hey, asshole!” I yell, the anger returning full force, flooding my senses. He grins, and charges full speed towards me. I grab the handle of the knife that I had sheathed, in order to hold Y/N. A fact that he fails to notice, running straight into the outstretched blade.

“Lambs blood, very useful.” I twist the blade as I speak, wishing I could have made him suffer longer for what he had done to Y/N. The Djinn falls to the floor and a small wave of relief washer over me.

“Dean.” I hear her say, a whisper, barely heard over the adrenaline pumping through me. I turn around on my heel, immediately walking back over to her. Dropping down onto my knees, I cradle her in my arms once more.

“I’m here, sweetheart. You’re okay. I’ve got you. I promise.” She looks up at me, her eyelids fluttering, exhaustion sweeping across her face.

“Am I dying? I thought I was dying, we were together in my.. my dream? It was weird, things were different-“ she stutters, confusion overwhelming her features. The grip she has on my T-shirt increasing.

“No,” I interrupt her, “no, you’re not dying. You’re okay, I’ve got you now.”

-

Back at the motel I insisted on patching her up myself, ignoring all of her firm protests. I couldn’t bear to let her out of my sight. Every bruise and cut, every scrape and mark on her skin hurt me as if they were my own injuries. She sat, on the counter in the small motel bathroom, the scent of antiseptic overwhelming my senses. Her eyes swollen from tears, lips trembling, brows drawn together in a heartbreaking manner.

“I don’t know how it happened De, one minute I was with you and the next, I was just gone.” She whispers, shivering slightly as I cleaned another gash I had found on her ribs.

“I know, sweetheart. Im so sorry. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight, I never will again. This is all my fault.” I drop the antiseptic wipe in the trash and pull her into my chest. I wrap my arms around her as tightly as I dare, not wanting to hurt her any further. She relaxes against me, her hands gripping the back of my shirt pulling me even closer. I can feel her trembling, fear and anxiety still coursing through her veins.

“It’s not your fault De, you found me. I knew you would. I knew you’d never let me die. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Her words cut me to my core. Now that I have the time to reflect on everything that had happened tears sting the corners of my eyes. How close I had come to losing her, the fear that she had experienced. Everything came flooding over me at once.

“There’s not a demon in hell that could keep me from you, sweetheart.” She sighs, wrapping her arms around my waist and slipping her hands under the hem of my shirt.

“Y/N, I can’t keep pretending here.” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “This may be terrible timing, but I love you Y/N. More than anything in this world, or the next. I love you.” I can’t bring myself to look at her, keeping my eyes trained on my reflection in the mirror behind her.

Her hands find my face, tilting my chin down towards her own. My eyes flutter closed as she presses light kisses over my chin, the corners of my lips, my jaw until finally, slowly. She presses a soft kiss to my lips. Her fingers gently stroking the sides of my face.

“Dean Michael Winchester, I love you, too.”

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[reblog-house]

Made For the Job

Written for Hermit-a-day-May, day 9: Skizzleman!

Wc: 444

Ao3: Here!

Some people would think it hard, being part of a salmon mafia, the wood collective, and one of the only two members of the Permit Office Enforcement team. Skizz doesn’t think so!

The mafia is just something he does to have some fun and mess with Doc (poisoning that salmon he ate truly was genius from Beef! He tried to be humble saying he didn’t do anything, what a guy!). The wood collective makes just enough sales to get by and he doesn’t have to restock all that often (although restocking when needed…). And well, being a POE POE is still something very new, but the few moments he’s had of running around the server putting notices on people’s shops alongside Scar have been very fun.

Call him a bit vain, but his outfit is probably the best part. Really makes him feel CONFIDENT, man! Truly amped up! Should he grow a mustache? He likes the look of it on his face, even if it’s fake. 

No, no, he couldn’t do that. If he did, he’d get confused with Mumbo. They already have the same backs, he can’t go and steal his whole brand! 

…Well, minus the redstone. Skizz can’t do redstone. Not that he’s practiced much, but oh, it’s just not his forte. It fascinates him, though. He’s in love with the concept of it and all the contraptions and mechanisms that could, and HAVE, come about from it. Makes sense he’d be close-knit friends with three very talented redstoners: The witch-farmer, the Decked Out master himself, and Zedaph.

Sometimes, he feels a bit like an impostor. Looks at everyone around him and all the great things they’re able to accomplish in such short periods of time and feels a bit inadequate.

But when he looks himself in the mirror now, the short-shorts he wears, his POE POE insignia, his thick mustache, and his perfectly combed hair, he feels the doubt go away. They chose him for this. They brought him in for his social abilities, all the ways that he enriches the server by just interacting with others and his ability to know exactly how to play the part. Beef needed a Mafia associate and he was more than on-board with it from the start. Finding out Doc had most of the wood permits and now Big Salmon had to cooperate with their enemy was perfect and he loves highlighting their enmity for the comedy of it all. 

And now, he was chosen to enforce the rules of the shopping district (well, Permit Office. Same thing) alongside Scar.

Grian said he’d chosen the best people for the job, and he was right.

#hermitaday #hermitcraft #hermitfic #skizzleman #skizz #hermitcraft season 10 #hc s10 #permit office enforcement #poe poe #I shouldn't have to say this but just in case: #this is a silly minecraft guy cosplaying as a cop and having fun. that's it. please. im begging

[writingforatwistedworld]

Yeaaaaaah ! Request go brrr

Player and yandere have been in a happy (player is happy.....for now) relationship for some time but one day yandere do or say something (let's say they break a promise or hurt their Darling feelings) that lead to an argument and player giving them the cold shoulder. How would the boys react and/or try to resolve things ? For Azul/Ruggie/Rook

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, stalking, murder, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy lifestyle, violence, death, relationship problems, manipulation

Ruggie Bucchie/Azul Ashengrotto/Rook Hunt-Player gives them the cold shoulder because they disappointed them

My friend, you are breaking my heart with this but ok

Here we are, Ruggie feeling like the luckiest hyena alive...

And then you found out about him making other students hurt themselves whenever he thought they were too close to you

Do you know how hard he tried to hide all of this?

But no, some winy little poisoned apple needed to tell you that his broken arm was from an incident in which his body felt like it was moving on it's own

Which led to a fight that ended with you leaving the room, not even looking back

You should have seem the poor student, ears were hanging down and his tail fell onto the floor

He swore he could hear someone scream something about his tail getting dirty, sounding suspiciously like Rook

Ruggie thought that leaving you alone for a day would solve the this... ok, he hid in the bushes and watched you the entire time

But how could he leave you alone without even the slightest bit of care and protection??!

You were the hyena's savior by giving them a chance through one of the great seven, no way he would allow something to happen to you!

Only that after a day you show him the cold shoulder

When you would run up to him, hugging him, you were now glancing at him and then turning around, leaving without a word

But at least he doesn't have to hold back now, showing what he can do completely which left a Spelldrive player so injured that he could never do the sport again

Huh! You seem to be wavering in your determination to ignore him? Well...

Seems like he needs to use some force to get you back to him. No need to worry! You will be safe once again soon...

*sobbing intensifies*You monster!

Ok, ok, as you might imagine, Azul can be quite clingy, holding on to you, never letting go...

And he was happy with that

You were just so warm in comparison to his lower body temperature due to him being one of the merpeople and also so soft!

And then you found out about the contracts

Whenever someone did one with him he added to the fine print that no matter if they were able to fulfill the condition or not they couldn't get close to you

Which islpolated you after a while

But didn't you see??! He did that in the name of love-NO DON'T WALK OUT!!!

He... he made you mad.... was he even worthy of being still alive??!

Please be so kind and forgive him, he... uh.... yes

We all know that he takes great care of his body and weight

Now this is amped up to a way too unhealthy level

Half of his plate still full? That is intentional

And yet no matter how much thinner he gets you don't return, always ignoring him

Or rather, at first

Seeing how bad he becomes you eventually return

See? He can't function without you properly so don't. Leave. His. SIDE!!!

Ohboyohboyohboy

May I say in advance how stupid and downright dangerous this is?

But let us start

Rook, the hunter himself, the hatstand extravagance, has a not so neat, little hobby

You see my dear Overseer, you are just such a wonderful creature that you also attract some other unwanted attention

But what else should he expect? You were perfection!

Cue to some students suddenly nearly getting shot with an arrow or, if he is especially annoyed that day, an arrow into their side (that poor Heartslabyul student...)

He is doing all of that for you! You are even more beautiful in person than through... that thing that separates you two... and, and...

Deep breaths Rook, you are going to collapse

But of course you had to find everything out which led to you leaving him behind

And you didn't even look at him from that moment on!

*Sigh* weren't you just cute, dear, you are hunted by a hunter, not some fool

Except to wake up one day just to notice that your hands and legs seem to be chained to a bed

But couldn't you have expected that this would end like this?

You are everything that he loves so there is no way he wouldn't “protect you” from the cruel outside world

No need to worry mon amour. He will take care of everything. Even the corpses outside the door.

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[prose-for-hire]

lowkey incompatible words but could you do Angelus + affection please?

A/n: I do actually enjoy writing Angelus and I tried my very best to aim for affection lol !!

Warning for blood and killing mention and Angelus stuff, vamp reader, thanks for this love I enjoyed it !! 💖

Love and honour were hellish words to him. Tenderness was weakness in his eyes. He hated Spike and Drusilla’s affection because it was a distraction. He had plans, big plans and they managed to get their feelings involved and mess it all up.

But when he found you it was impossible to stay away. He had found his own distraction, his own weakness. You drove him crazy, he hated you because he wanted you more than anything on Earth. He needed you, his mind thinking only of you.

You were his favourite obsession. His perfect weakness. He craved you the way he craved blood. The way he craved destruction and all evil deeds.

You were already sired and as bad as they come, looking to find yourself something exciting to fill your eternity with on the Hellmouth. And boy did you find it, just… not quite in the way you expected.

Angelus was cruel and there was a certain art to his brutality. You had never seen anyone (undead included) that took such pleasure from killing so indiscriminately. He drew you in, the danger excited you.

What you didn’t bank on was a need for connection within. A loyalty that somehow extended beyond himself. Only for you.

It twisted him up inside. Liking you was wrong to him but it made him want to do it more. After trying every mortal sin he only had his own nature left to explore.

He turned hot and cold with you when he caught himself softening, his anger at you for making him this way burned like fire. It hurt, but God did he make up for it with his affection.

He doted, he truly did. He kept you by his side always. He took you out anywhere you wanted to eat, you got your pick of the very best and freshest blood Sunnydale had to offer. He tortured anyone that tried to get close to you and he protected you in every way he could from the Slayer.

He killed for you. He went against his very nature for you. And it would only ever be you.

One night, you stayed in bed the entire time, feeding only on leftovers when he was usually so amped to kill fresh each night. His arm lazily around your shoulder as he pulled you close. He pressed kisses against your jaw and your neck, nipping and grazing against what had once been your pulse point.

“Nights like these, I feel for you”

He whispered against your skin, a sudden rough grasp at your limbs at what had tumbled from his mouth. You acted as if you hadn’t heard and he allowed himself to feel again.

He pressed kisses that would have been pure from any other mouth into your bare skin, a poison that you would never need an antidote for settled where your soul had been. It would only be filled by him.

You were his best distraction. The only one that he allowed his possession turn to affection.

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[wlntrsldler]

now you have me wondering how clarisse and five stars's teammates would react to them dating members of poison mercury and how they come to their games (when they can) because the world is obsessed with luke castellan and she managed to pull him LMAO

ok so i've thought about this too like when they come back from chb, they're on rocky terms with their team (they just got in a fight with another teammate months prior so LMFAOO and they're five star recruits and absolute beasts at their sport so their teammates are a littleeeee scared of them)

clarisse and five star are hesitant to say anything to the team at first but as they kinda warm up to them again, they'll start dropping hints that they're both in relationships but won't reveal who they're dating. UNTIL they're doing like a team bonding thing (months later) and it's getting super emotional and real and they both decide to drop the bomb.

at this point the team loves five star and clarisse so they're not gonna say anything to anyone BUT best believe they're gonna tease TF OUTTA THE TWO OF THEM LMFAOOO. like i'm talking after they win a game, clar and five star would enter the locker room and poisoned mercury is on full volume lol.

and because clar and five star are beasts at field hockey, whenever the unc account posts one of their goals/ assists, their teammates refer to them as the "poisonous duo" because 1) when they get amped up during a game, the other team can forget about their chances of winning and 2) well, it's pretty self-explanatory.

when they reveal to the world that they are dating chris/luke, the fans find their teammate's comments on the unc field hockey ACC and are like "WAIT THERE WERE SO MANY SIGNS"

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats

[cleolinda]

Three fundamental facts, when it comes to me and perfume:

I love perfume

Ironically I am very sensitive to perfume, I get headaches or sometimes even sneeze fits very easily, so I only ever wear it in very small amounts

I am very worried about bothering anyone else with perfume, even at home, so I end up wearing it very rarely, and when I do, again, small amounts, and a scent that stays close to the skin

But lately, I've been trying to actually WEAR some of my vast collection of perfumes (mostly treasured samples). I've been wearing tiny dabs of, like, sandalwood, amber, or Egyptian musk (I am fascinated by how all of these show up in modern perfumery and how they're made), or one of my Pacifica rollerballs. But! why not! wear like a fancy perfume? So I wear a dab of L'Heure Bleue the other night, watching youtube in my jams like the fanciest homebody to ever body home. Great. This morning, why don't I try a discreet and subtle whiff of

HYPNOTIC POISON,

(Dior, 1998), the very first fancy Name perfume I got mine own full bottle of, like... two years ago. It's pretty fresh. It's not aged. It hasn't mellowed. It smells like a pillowy soft almond-coconut cupcake floating on a miasma of hornt-up white floral--a mix of jasmine and tuberose. I love jasmine, and jasmine loves me; apparently I amp tuberose like a motherfucker. I don't know if Dior meant the "poison" to be a symbolic almond "cyanide," but it's not. It's that tuberose chokehold. Mistakes have been made. I legit sprayed it into a tissue and waved the tissue AT myself, and I am about to pass out four hours later. And now it's on my favorite sweater hoodie and I will never get it off. Only fire can cleanse us now. Maybe I thought I could wear Hypnotic Poison "subtly," but it is P E R F U M E down to its smallest atom. Four and a half stars, will try to wave at it from another room next time.

#perfume #my perfume collection #oh boy let's talk about mitsouko next #mitsouko or the hello kitty perfume i loved when I was six #choose your fighter #welcome to hell it's my blog #text post #perfume: dior #perfume discussion

[army93bangya]

The Moon Goddess’s Chosen | Chapter 2 | MYG [M]

Chapter 2

*Summary: Y/N has been sheltered and hidden within her pack her whole life. She is gifted and her father the alpha of the pack does not want her to find her mate and leave the birth pack. But not even he can stop her from attending the mate gathering between many packs every year to find one’s fated mate. Y/N is worried what her father will do should her mate find her and try to take her. Add in the revelation that the talked about fairly new pack Bangtan will be in attendance this year. Rumored to be ruthless and their alpha heartless, Y/N has every reason to be concerned and riddled with anxiety.

*Genre/Rating: Mature, 18+, Werewolf/Fated mates, eventual smut?

*Warnings/Potential Triggers: Talks of Child Abuse, Abuse, Non-con Touching, Mistreatment, Non-con Confinement, Angst, Anxiety, Nervousness, Character Poisoning, Explicit Language, Mention of plotting Murder, Mention of Murder/Massacre, Reader is going thru it, Possible future Smut,….more to be added in future chapters.

*Disclaimer: This work was written and owned by Army93bangya and there is no consent for anyone else to post it as theirs, this story is intended for entertainment purposes only, this story is a work of fantasy, seems a bit ridiculous to say but I do not own or have rights to BTS or the members and the characters in this story are a fictional interpretation of members.

*Notes: ATTENTION! Pov change to second person writing. OMG I was really amped up after posting the first chapter/teaser and immediately started working on chapter 2. My sleep has suffered getting this all typed out, but I just could not help it! I worked really hard on this, and I just have to say, as a long-time avid fanfic reader I now have an extreme appreciation to all the writers out there. I knew that writers put a lot of time, energy, and passion into their work, but I never truly sat and thought about how much work it is. So, for all the writers out there and the ones whose stories I have read and love I just want to say ya'll are rockstars in my book! I wrote this and thought I was done but then went back to proofread and edit and ended up writing another 1k words last night. Anyways again, if you come upon this story and give it a chance, Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!

*Words: 4k

*Date posted: 01/14/2024

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Maddie left your tent a few minutes ago to join the other pack members that were already making their way to the gathering. Sitting silently you wait for your father to come fetch you when Darius storms in. Grabbing you he throws you on the bedding. You let out a surprised yelp and try to get back up, but he pushes your body back down growling as a warning before climbing on top of you to start rubbing his entire body against yours practically squishing you, and seemingly trying to scent you as much as he can. Grabbing the bottom half of your face and yanking your head to the side, he starts laving his tongue roughly against your pulse point where a mating mark should go, before moving your head to the other side giving it the same treatment. Feeling disgusted by his actions and close proximity you attempt to push him off, but he grips harder, an even louder growl rumbling through him causes you to freeze knowing better than to keep resisting.  

“Don’t think for one second you’re going to find your mate and be free of us. If you bond tonight with anyone he will be dead before you can even make it out of this territory!” You glare at him as he pulls himself off you, yanking you up to stand, heavily sniffing the air to make sure his scenting was efficient. You now reeked of this fucker and wouldn’t be able to get his scent off without having to bathe again. He shoots you a threatening look “You can glare and act like you don’t want me as much as you desire, but we both know that someday your father is going to stop dangling you over my head as motivation for my eventual secession finally letting me sink my teeth into that pretty neck”  

Your father waltzes into the tent with a stern look permanently etched onto his face and glances between you two. “You did a good job Darius, I can hardly smell her scent.” Darius’s face turns smug and you have an almost irresistible impulse to find something sturdy that you could pick up and land the hardest blow you can against his unappealing mug. Words sink in and your mouth almost drops open in realization before schooling your features and looking at the ground instead like your father usually preferred. Of fucking course these two had come up with this tactic. Drenching you in Darius' scent, basically claiming you as his future chosen mate to mask your own so that you have less chance of your mate smelling you. You feel upset but at the same time if your mate is in attendance today and doesn’t catch your scent, or thinks you already have a chosen mate and decides not to approach you, then you don’t have to worry about him being killed. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if your mate finds you and is a kind decent wolf, only to be murdered because of what you are and your father’s desperation to keep you forever captive for his own selfishness.  

Being the Goddess’s chosen, the mage wolf, you are supposed to be one that all wolves from any pack can seek out for guidance as you are a direct link to the goddess herself. You feel her at times and you know she is displeased for how you have been treated. The fact that the gifts she bestowed upon you has been kept hidden from the world. To be selfishly used for the benefit of one pack, for one alphas greed, has angered her. Not that you are offering a whole hell of alot for your birth pack. The link between the Goddess and yourself feels frayed, your abilities not as controlled as they should be.  As a child you wanted to learn the intricacies of the link  and figure out how to manage your gifts. You was happy to be her mage wolf, to have that connection with the Moon Goddess. Gaining hers and your fathers approval was just about the only thing you cared about. But eventually you got tired. You were not progressing quick enough for your father, he began to get frustrated and irate because you could not fulfill all his requests. That's when the abuse started, first you would just be locked in a room for days on end only receiving your meals. When that did not give the results he hoped for, the amount of food you received began to lessen as well. He always let you have just enough nutrients to keep you alive and somewhat mobile so that he could stretch out how long he kept you locked up before letting you out. You remember being so weak but reaching out through the link, you wanted your goddess to help you, to help you mend your fathers soul or to escape if he could not be healed. But she never did. Only sending feelings of patience and reassurance. You used to think that she was telling you to be patient and that you would be liberated from this loneliness and confinement. But your spirit broke and eventually you just gave up. Now you just don’t care. Choosing to try and ignore the link, not listen, not feel the goddess as much as you can. You have long come to terms that the destiny she has thrust upon you wasn’t meant to be. Greed and a thirst for power had corrupted it.  

Your father walking towards you interrupts your thoughts. Glancing up but not looking at his face you see the cup in his hands and your stomach immediately churns knowing the contents that it held. He stops in front of you and holds the cup out for you to take. “Drink up. We can’t have any of your abilities making an unwanted appearance today or anyone finding out what you are.” Reaching for the cup hand shaking as you grasp your fingers around it, you know that you cannot refuse or there will be consequences. Accepting your present fate you respond. “Yes father.” Bringing the cup to your mouth, you down the contents as fast as you can the burn of it agonizing as it enters your body, a feeling you're all too familiar with. Tea laced with wolfsbane, not enough to fully poison or kill you but enough to make you feel weak, subdued, and to temporarily mute your gifts so that they will not surface when out in public. Your father makes you drink it whenever he wants to punish or establish control over you, it is also a method of containing your abilities if they start to go haywire. It makes you weak and unable to resist, not that you resist much of anything anymore. The wolfsbane leaves your body in pain until it is out of your system. You feel it causing a burning pain in your muscles and joints, your body beginning to feel heavier, the pounding beginning in your head. If they had given you a little bit of a stronger dose you would have been bedridden. As the wolfsbane makes its way through your system you once again contemplate for maybe the millionth time why your father didn’t just tell the other packs that you have already found your mate in your birth pack. The only thing you can think of is because of Darius. He means to eventually let his pupil mark you. If he says you already found your fated mate only to later be marked by Darius as his chosen mate and the other packs somehow found out? The packs would be outraged at your fathers blatant disrespect to tradition. It would make him look bad in front of the other packs, possibly losing him the few allies he has. 

You sway just slightly on your feet and Darius moves to your side placing his arm around your waist, holding you up squeezing slightly uncomfortably. “You will stay by my side tonight. You will not go anywhere without me, keep your head down and do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand Y/N?” His hand squeezes your side harder prompting you to answer. “I understand.” Secretly thinking that if you hurl today you hope It lands on him.The plan they have come up with is beginning to piece together for you and you have to say it’s a good one. First cover you in Darius’s scent, marking you as his and warding off other wolves. Give you wolfsbane to not only subdue your gifts and keep them from making an appearance, as sometimes you can’t control it when you are facing strong emotions no matter how good you are at hiding them. Also with the wolfsbane in your system you have no choice but to stay at Darius’s side, too weak to be able to walk around and mingle by yourself. Lastly, keeping your head down is not only keeping you submissive, it is also another way of making sure no connection to a mate is made. Mate connections can be made by scent, touch, and lastly eye contact. Yeah, you hate yourself for admitting the two banes of your existence have seemingly come up with a pretty good plan. 

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The gathering is massive with multiple packs attending, even if the crowd is mostly just unmated wolves and the pack leaders. It is a huge clearing that stretches far in a neutral territory. With enormously long tables and benches set up on all the outskirts of the field. There are several piles of stacked wood placed strategically in areas throughout the field to be lit when the sun goes down so that the event can last through the night giving as much time for everyone to mingle in hopes to find one's fated mate. The mate gathering is sacred and bloodshed is prohibited. All these packs come together for one night peacefully lest they be banned from ever getting to attend again.

Darius, you, and the four pack betas follow behind your father to an area more so reserved for the leaders. You steal quick glances of your surroundings but keep your head lowered for the most part and stand next to Darius who stays close to your fathers side even after he dismisses his betas to go enjoy themselves but be on guard. A few alphas come up to your father and comment on your presence, asking if this was the mysterious daughter that has not been able to attend due to sickness. These alphas must be his adversaries, the ones that would not let your father continue to withhold you from a chance at being a mate to someone in their packs. But you must not seem to be as much of a mystery as they were hoping for because they do not stick around for very long after they get the acknowledgement that you are the daughter he has been hiding. Or they just can't stand to be around your father which seems more likely. The wolfsbane in your system and your demeanor makes it believable that you are sickly and you can feel the stares on your form concluding that they are most likely expressions of either concern or disgust. Your father just laughs about how you haven't been feeling well this day and that you are an incredibly shy girl. For fucks sake this whole experience is painful, and its not just cause of the literal poison in your system. Being paraded around all these strangers reeking of the asshole next to you, being forced to look docile and pathetic while masking the extensive discomfort of wolfsbane flowing through your body, you have a strong desire to throw your head back and scream as loud as you can. But that little act of defiance would probably get you starved and locked away for a month. 

A growl accompanied by yelling rings out somewhere to the left and your head instinctively snaps up, eyes following the sound. You let out gasp at the scene, Maddie stands with a distraught look on her face while a man in front of her towers over another male, fist clenched and growling threateningly. A quick realization flashes through your mind recognizing the man on the ground. His name is Vix, Maddie always talks about him, that he has been pursuing her for almost a year now. He wants her to be his choice mate and after four years of not finding her fated mate at any gatherings, she has agreed that if she didn't find her mate this year she would be open to attempt a relationship with him. You focus back on the events unfolding as another unfamiliar wolf appears and grabs Mr.pissed offs arm whispering in his ear, his body relaxes and they both turn to look at Maddie. Your heart clenches at the terror on her face, she remains frozen, eyes wide as the seemingly now calm man walks up to her slowly like she is a skittish doe, standing before her his back is now to you so you can’t see Maddie on the other side of him. Slowly raising his arm, hand extended out to her, he speaks so softly that you can’t make out what he says, but a moment later she takes his hand and is being led out of the field on the opposite side that your pack entered. Your knowing perception somehow makes an appearance and it tells you that Maddie just found her mate. Vix gets up with a look that speaks of his anguish as one of your fathers' betas approaches him, grabbing his arm and leading him in the direction that will take him back to camp. You feel terrible for the wolf whose heart longed for your best friend. You recall her once telling you that much like Darius, Vix mate had died before he could ever find her. The feeling one gets when your wolf side senses the death of their fated mate is said to be gut-wrenching and leaves inside a feeling of hopelessness that can last weeks.

Darius' arm tightens around your waist in warning urging to once again lower your gaze. As you oblige you overhear a conversation happening not too far away. "Wasn't that one of the betas from Bangtan?” Your body feels like it just took a physical blow. That pack name had completely slipped your mind with all the stress of your own predicament bearing down on you. From a further distance away you hear the guy's companion reply “Yeah that was one of them. I would keep my distance if I were you, those betas are rumored to be just as powerful as an alpha” You can barely make out the first guys scoff and Darius who was apparently also listening to snickers before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Looks like you're going to need a new maid. Don't agonize over it too much, she just got a raise in position. From lowly maid to the mate of a beta, I'm sure she will be ‘very’ well taken care of.” Dick. How you wish you could retaliate to his nasty derogatory words. Tears start to prick your eyes and you take a deep breath to subdue the panic you now feel for your best friend. She was your chosen family, the one person you could fully trust in the world. In the rare instances when you would lash out or if your abilities became overwhelming and started acting up, your father would lock you back into your solitude room. Maddie would sneak extra food to you and risk sitting by the door to talk to you for a while. She took care of you, encouraged you, lifted your spirits when everything got to be too much. She was your person and now she is gone. The grief you feel is immense but you lock it all away as best you can, you still have to get through this day.

“Well wasn't that a spectacle?” “Alpha Sharp, it's good to see a friend amongst these miscreants.” You almost snort, did your father just call other alphas ‘miscreants’? What a master of projection. “Alpha Y/L/N it's been awhile since we have had a chance to talk. How is your territory fairing?” You begin to tune them out and focus on your body and willing it to stay strong. Knowing your father you would not be attending for too much longer having already been here a few hours. He is just waiting for an adequate amount of time to pass before sending you back to your temporary camp without seeming suspicious. Or heck maybe he wants you to pass out and he can use such a display to keep you from ever having to attend again. Wouldn't put it past him to be elated with that outcome.

“That's Alpha Min over there and his other five betas with him.” If your ears could have perked up in this form they definitely would have. Fuck you want to look, to see the leaders of the pack everybody is apprehensive of and gossiping about. The thought shoots a pang through you reminding you again of Maddie. Of Course the halfwit next to you has to chime in. “That's him!? He's the powerful merciless alpha everybody whispers about?” You don't have to be looking to know that your father and Alpha Sharp have stiffened and are probably throwing warning looks at Darius for the volume he spoke those words in an area filled with sensitive ears. “Darius speak that loudly again and you will return to the camp.” You can't help the small upturn of your mouth at the reprimand. Promises promises. 

“Sharp you always have your ears open, what have you heard about him?” You start to feel prickly. Maybe the wolfsbane didn't subdue your gifts as well as you thought because you begin to have a knowing feeling that you are being looked at, and not by anyone standing close to you.“Plenty. But whether what I've been told is factual or not I don’t know.” His audience must be staring at him expectantly because ‘alpha not so sharp’ sighs before continuing. “Let me start by telling you the only thing I do know for sure; Min Yoongi is the son of Alpha Min Hoon of the Min pack.” You startle hearing that pack name but it goes unnoticed as Darius and your father both stiffen and must be paying undivided attention to Alpha Sharp. Why didn’t this alphas surname spark recollection in you before. The Min pack was revered and old, very old. Everybody knows that the last mage wolf the goddess created was born into the Min pack. Darius’s voice breaks your train of thoughts. "I didn't know there was any survivors from Alpha Min's family.” “Well if what I heard is true you can't exactly call him a survivor. We all knew that the Min pack was decimated eight years ago, but it's all been speculation as to what exactly happened. What I was told is Min Yoongi ran away from his pack and went missing for an entire week before returning with a bunch of rogue wolves who helped him slaughter his entire pack before running off again.” 

You feel bile rising in your throat, your heart quickening from hearing something so heinous. Why? What would have been the reason to do something that vile? That knowing prick starts again, somebody is watching you and the desire to look up in the direction you feel it coming from is almost overwhelming. From the ringing that has started in your ears you hear your father being the one to reply to Alpha Sharps words. “I knew that after it happened that there was a fight over the Min territory from the Crimson pack and the Kim pack who was the Mins ally” Alpha Sharp exhales a dry laugh before responding. “Yes from what I heard both sides lost quite a few wolves before they came to an agreement to split the territory, but then we know that two years after that the Kim pack was destroyed and the Bangtan pack was formed under Min Yoongi. For five years Bangtan and Crimson packs feuded and had territory disputes, Crimson being weakened from their previous fighting with the Kims was not able to get rid of Bangtan. That is until last year when the new Alpha Min once again slaughtered the entire Crimson pack leaving no survivors.”

Darius cuts in being fully engrossed in what he is being told. “I find all this hard to believe. How did one wolf take down not one but three damn packs. I know Bangtan now has all three territories, but there has to be more to this than him supposedly being blessed by the moon goddess.” You wish that whoever kept stealing glances at you would just stop. It is a foreboding feeling that is filling your already exhausted and overstimulated self with unease. You long to be able to just turn it off, to not be forced to be so acutely aware of this wolf's interest of your person. Focusing back on the conversation before you, Sharp answers captain oblivious. “How did I say that I was told he did it the first time? Rogues. Eight years ago, he ran and returned with rogues only to vanish again. It was said to me that those two years before he took the Kim pack down, that he was moving between the territories collecting rogues to fight for him. If I had to guess, he gave them promises of being a part of a pack again to earn their loyalty and that started to form what would become the Bangtan pack.”

You feel like you're having some bizarre out of body experience. You feel what you have felt since you drank the wolfsbane, the pain in your body, the throbbing in your head, and your seemingly muted gifts. Your emotions from what you are hearing, and being distraught over Maddie are there too, but the knowing sense is what is taking over and beginning to feel hefty. Someone will not stop observing you, and this sensation is so strong that a tingling feeling has also spread throughout your body. You feel this immense urge to lift your eyes, to finally gaze upon whoever this person is that your precognitive gift is screaming at you to see. 

You're abruptly alarmed and left even further unsettled when your father, Darius, and Alpha Sharp's body language all abruptly change, taking on a more defensive but still somewhat of a civil stance. Darius’s arm once again tightens around your waist gripping and would probably feel more painful if you weren't so shell shocked and overwhelmed. You can no longer stop yourself from raising your eyes, first glancing at the man you despise, who hasn’t let go of you since you got here. His face is drawn tight with a look that says whoever he is gazing at is very much unwelcome. Somehow even with the wolfsbane poisoning your system, your link to the moon goddess comes bursting through your soul like a battle cry possibly stronger than you have ever felt it before. It is as if she is beseeching you, piercing you with cries to look! Just follow your gift, heed my command! The insistence, the urging is so shattering that you just can't take the torture of it anymore.

With your head raised you turn it slowly in trepidation, and to not cause yourself a wave of dizziness. Shifting your sight to immediately follow the feeling of compulsion and glance at who the moon goddess has implored you to gaze upon. A wolf with cat-like eyes has approached your group. His face holds blank, but his eyes speak. His wolf coming through them and shining amber with the bond of a fated mate being placed in him, and you know without a shadow of a doubt that your eyes are doing the same. Somebody's voice breaks through but your mind is so gone you don't have the slightest recognition of who it belongs to.

“To what do we owe this pleasure Alpha Min?”

#yoongi #yoongi mate #bangtan #suga #bts #bts jin #namjoon #hoseok #park jimin #taehyung #jungkook #werewolf #fated mates #fanfic #fantasy #x reader

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My CJVerse Masterpost

Hey! With the recent breaching of containment of the CJVerse upon Tumblr I figured I’d finally get a blog and subject my brainrot over my silly little guys upon the world. Anyway! This’ll be my masterpost for brief descriptions of all of my characters as of 11/8/23. Including Bad End and guys who have yet to hit the chatroom!

First off, my first and favorite: my “canon” guys! In quotes as, as all writers know, removing a character from isolation causes character growth. These guys have already formed Whole and split once, and are currently attempting to break the loop and live Whole-free, as per his request.

To kick it off, Whole himself! His chatroom nickname is Tempo, as these four have music themed nicknames. He’s generally kind, if self-sacrificing. Believes his Thirds deserve to live more than he does. Not necessarily suicidal per se, but would rather be split. Still, he rides the high of being Alive when he’s here. Enjoys the time he’s here but isn’t afraid of splitting. Has been looping for around 7 years, so he’s used to it. Has been looking for ways to make it easier on his Thirds but nothing he does changes anything of the loop. Art by @disruptivevoib !!!!

Here’s his Soul. His nickname is Amp but he considers such his actual name, as it was relayed back to him through Tempo when he split. Mistakenly convincing him it was a gift from him for the longest time. He used to knit, hence the knitting project in his profile picture, but after an incident with a certain cognitohazardous twizzler he can’t stand the sight of yarn, particularly red. Has extreme self-sacrificing tendencies, and will shamelessly attempt to carry other’s burdens for them despite being crushed by his own. He’s healing, and is doing better, but still struggles. Is also struggling g with apathy and finding a new hobby, but uses a notebook gifted to him to try to pick up songwriting again. Art by @starryhologram !

Heart Tiem! His name is Tune and he is FIRMLY in japathy, and has been since the start of this loop. He locked himself away at his Mind’s antagonizing and attempts to incapacitate him, alongside his verbal beratement. Hasn’t done much beyond run away from their Psyche recently, but that’s another long story. Art by @squeak-4657 :D

Last but not least, Static! He’s the Mind, and he is Wonderful. A lot of character development went a long way w him. He used to be extremely antagonistic towards Tune to the point of an attempted poisoning, however, since Tune shut himself in his room for a depression coma and Amp secluded himself away due to Mental Illness^tm he’s since seen the error of his ways. He leans hard into the morality aspect of Mind, and believes Hearts are important to the function of the Psyche. Two of his closest friends are Hearts, in fact. He uses a regulator/modulator for his voice which cracks horribly. This has led into him building prosthetics and mobility aids for some other people in chat including his best friend, Storm, who is a Mind played by Q-ott. Can’t not mention him, as these two are in a HELL of an unhealthy codependent friendship. Trainwreck level. It’s awful. Anyway. Static also bakes as a hobby, and distributes his baked goods to chat on a regular. He’s great, I love him. Art by @pathos-p ! And bonus, my pfp, which is Static drawn by @agent-8449 (not shown in this post tho)

Now, that’s the only “AU” played solely by me, but I’m in several shared AUs. I’ll list the canonical guys here, and later Bad End and FFA!

Kicking off with the Mind of the Aside AU, The Sound of Deep Waters, the Maestro in Blue, or as some may call him, Wawer. Eldritch god who lives in Europa where he’s built a laboratory to study and observe whatever life-forms sprung up on Earth this go-around of the universe. Hears the Dreamers, who are Us. The creators of the AUs. That’s to say he (and his counterparts) can hear all of the non-canon discussion and chatter (though there are limits.) I’ve taken a bit of a step back from him partially due to mental health but I still love the concept!

Pfp by and Heart played by @agent-8449

AU created and Soul played by @nitroish

Next, not to go from an over the top eldritch god to The Most Boring Man In Existence but actually doing exactly that- meet Robert. It’s Robert. Ignore what William tells you, it is Robert, and nothing else. Much less anything unprofessional like Billybob or Bert. Eughk. Robert’s the Mind of The Stanley Parable AU! Haven’t done much with him, but there’s a running joke he’s a bootlicker because he’s So prim and proper and would do anything for a raise, or even better, a promotion.

Heart of the AU played by Q-ott

Soul of the AU played by @shadywoods

Whole played by and Robert’s pfp done by @disruptivevoib

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Heehoo. He’s awaiting canon, so I can’t say much of anything about this mf. Only thing I can say is that his name’s Tenor, he’s a Heart, and the pfp was done by the talented @squeak-4657! >:)c

Azzurro’s an interesting one. Mind, displaced. Taking the role of a Soul this loop. He also hasn’t hit chat yet, so there’s not much to say. He’s shared custody between me and Q-ott, Q’s got em this loop. Pfp done by Q, too!

Heart/Mind played by @jesterberries

Soul/Heart played by the mastermind of this AU, @shadywoods !

YIPPEE!!! That’s all for canon! Now onto the OOC chats.

Starting with someone I can’t say much about, but he’s still my scrungly beloved birdboy supreme, Trill! Trill’s a [REDACTED] for the [REDACTED] AU, and he makes bird noises near 24/7 and will go feral over a bowl of sunflower seeds (despite not liking them too much). He’s a silly little guy, if you ignore The Horrors like he does! @squeak-4657 and I share custody for him, sowing havoc and confusion in FFA when we both rped him at the same time haha. :> hroooo!

Next up is Bass, similarly a [REDACTED] for an AU I can’t share. He hasn’t hit chat yet, but he’s an all around chill guy. Me and @starryhologram will be sharing custody of him! Unfortunately I’ve run out of image attachments I can add, but it works out because he’s still p secret. Shhh.

Lastly! Tachycardia. Oh, Tachycardia… He certainly puts the “bad” into the “bad end” timelines. He was once called Static, but he’ll insist you call him Cardia. He’s the once-Mind, now-Heart-but-not-quite of the SELF AU. Twisted beyond recognition due to forces from an unknown Psyche he’s landed himself as well as his best friends, Sisyphus and Midas (similarly twisted versions of Willow and Storm, who belong to Q-ott) in due to a grevious mistake, he’s left stricken in horror as Sisyphus grows chains and shackles, Midas begins freezing everything he touches solid, and Cardia himself? He watched as his blood turns from blue to red. He has to eat and drink to survive when he didn’t before. He goes blind, like a Heart. Eyes changing color between blue and purple. His regulator melds into his neck, becoming half assimilated by frozen, scarred flesh. His voice splits in two, a Mind’s with a Heart’s underlaying it. Hell of a body horror moment. And he’s stuck like this. Falling into Heartlike tendencies despite being a Mind (at least in part. Not fully, anymore.). Falling into apathy. Also, becoming even more unhealthily attached to Midas/Storm and to Willow/Sisyphus.

Heart and Mind of this AU played by Q-ott!

Pfp by @tnovanadir

So yeah! That’s my currently comprehensive full list of Guys across all chats! May y’all enjoy, feel free to ask questions bc I’m always happy to infodump further. :D

#cjverse #cjverse chatroom #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #alternate universe #this took way too long #this took me three hours to fucking write #it’s 5am #i am exhausted #i love my blorbos #the brainrot is real #Keruu CJVerse

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Some yandere rayman hcs!!

Notes: reader uses we/ours pronounce and sometimes you/your pronounce, rayman 3 rayman and rayman raving rabbids are the same rayman just during different times, same gose for chl rayman and ramon, the rayman raving rabbids section lenses on self aware, in the fakeman section it's stated that were from another universe (our world).

Ubiarts' rayman (origin/ legends): very obsessive and clingy, we like to think that rayman (most game rayman, but especially ubiarts') make friends by walking with people and following them around (especially since many people know who he is), so doesn't know what to do when actaly attracted to us and just amps it up to 100. Tho with ubiarts' rayman being quite goofyer it blends in to his personality, in a way that everyone is just like "yep that's how he acts... hm I think he has a crush on you".

Rayman 3: pretty much ubiarts' but just more. Following us around and being clingy, but now in a way that seems alot more worring. It doesn't blend into his personality as much as it does with ubiarts' (most likely do to the fact that he plays more of a straight man roll in rayman 3, keep in mind that it's not that he's less goofy, but that ubiarts' is MORE goofy)

Rayman raving rabbids: do to ubisoft and the fans (not fans, but the casual players) deciding to focus on rayman less, he wants all of our attention on him, ONLY HIM. Don't focus on other ubisoft games that were coming out, don't focus on the rabbids, only focus on him. I like to think that rayman ( especially closer to the end of the raving rabbids series/ tv party) became winny ( they portray him as more pathetic in raving rabbids), not only now fighting for the player's attention but wanting us to "fix" it, in the sense that everything was going wrong and he wanted us to beat the rabbids over there heads with a metal bat (we would for you baby <3).

Fakeman: fakeman is patient, and is especially patient with us, he knows that at some point we'll love him, and hurting us can cause us to retreat from him, so he'll be patient. Wal fakeman isn't content with just watching our day to day, there hast to be something to push him over the edge and take us (example: raymon getting too close, something dangerous in our life happens, or we finally get outed for being an illegal immigrat from another dimension).

Chl rayman: NEEDS our attention, thinks of us before he goes out into the show to feel better, and then essentially dose the show for us (acts in ways that he thinks we'd like, tho no one can tell cus he already acted like that on stage), whether or not we actually watch, witch he won't find out until later down the line. Sends orders to us from eden like food, or something he thinks we want. Tryes to find/ be in a cute met-cute place in the area that were in, but is almost always busy or worried that people will recognize him and he'll get swormed.

Raymon: thrown into the deep end, ALOT more paranoid now that he knows about the things eden was keeping from him, and in thus stocks us. Before he could only imagine what we were feeling at any given moment, but now he can know. Will stock our fridge with food and buy us essentials if he has the money for it. Will get angry if anyone tells us not to eat the food he brings cus "who knows who brought it" and "it could be poisoned", we've eaten the food he brought before, why would anyone deny you food. Will get worried if we have any of his merch, but will usually let it slide (especially if we let's say, had a body pillow of him in our bed)

#rayman #rayman 3 hoodlum havoc #rayman origins #rayman legends #captain lazerhawk raymon #captain laserhawk rayman #captain laserhawk #rayman raving rabbids #fakeman #rayplacement #yandere #yandere rayman #rayman x reader #rayman 3 #sumthing.exe

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Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson Masterlist

He’ll never admit it but he doesn’t hate Elton John, despite the faces and slight protests you can always seeing him mouthing the words.

He loves pet names so much I don’t make the rules

And he’s a total cuddle slut. You’re at lunch? His arms around you. You go out on a date? You’re getting a booth and he’s practically caging you in between him and the wall.

He’ll wait until you’re not in the room or your back is to the window to sneak in, he’s usually high or rushing so he’s tripped a couple times.

If you’re the type of person to have stuffed animals he’ll turn them around if you’re fooling around at your house.

If you’re at his house you sometimes wake up from a nap to him strumming his guitar, hooked into the amp but quiet enough to just be a soft hum throughout the room. By far your favorite wake up call.

This man loves to give head. As soon as he’s buried between your thighs he’s rocking against the bed and moaning like a pornstar.

The first time you called him Eds he absolutely melted, his face went all gooey and he was immediately wrapping his arms around you, peppering you in kisses and asking you to say it again.

Please call him a good boy and tie him up with the damn bandana already

Please please please for the love of god wash this man’s hair for him. He can do it on his own just fine but he will literally turn into a blubbering mess if you do it for him

He’d be the Gomez to your Morticia I swear to god

Any time he can he’s kissing you or touching you or somehow proclaiming his undying love to you cause he’s a drama king

He’s 100000000000000000000% the type of boyfriend to hide around corners and jump out at you and shit

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! EDDIE!” He’d laugh so hard while you just glared at him.

He’d immediately be making up for it though.

So cuddly.

“Awww Princess I’m sorry” with his arms wrapping around you.

His Love Language is all the love languages I stg. Acts of Service (for him and from him), this man is a biter, inside and outside of the bedroom, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, playfully being mean to you, giving you embarrassing nicknames that only you and him understand, as previously mentioned, scaring you for literally no fucking reason, any love language you can think of, really, he's a sucker for it. (it goes both ways, he loves all of these things for his partner and goes absolutely feral if he meets someone who's the same)

When the shit with Vecna and The Upside Down happens he's practically throwing himself in the line of danger to protect you. "Eddie- Jesus Christ! It was just a spider web!"

"It could've been poisonous!" Eddie shouted, holding a ridiculouusly skinny stick he'd found, the end wrapped in the web.

He hates glitter so much. It gets EVERYWHERE

Glitters all over his room for days after you dress up for one of his Hellfire campaigns, he’s rubbing it off of his guitars and washing it out of his hair for daaayyyyyssssss

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson’s rings #eddie the banished #eddie the freak munson #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson Headcanons

[ao3feed-jaytim]

sane &amp; gone &amp; love &amp; not

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53274058 by saltwater_siren (saltwater_oracle) After a mysterious captor forces Jason to help Tim through a dose of sex pollen, he later finds that Tim doesn't quite hate him for it. When it's Jason's turn to suffer the pollen's effects, Tim is there to help. Words: 8244, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Poison Ivy's Pheromones, Fuck Or Die, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, violent carnal metaphors my beloved, Tim Drake Whump, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Praise Kink, Top Jason Todd, Bottom Tim Drake, tim has as much sass and agency as he can while being obliterated, Rough Sex, Cuddling & Snuggling, Dubious Consent read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53274058

#IFTTT #Ao3feed #Jaytim #DC

[papaver-decervicatus]

tiktok keeps recommending me videos of bassists and I cannot stop thinking about julius because of you

First ask ever, let’s go!!! Let me, not at all, remedy this issue you’ve found yourself with, anon! Answer Below the 'read more'

Most of what Julius plays is in the safety and privacy of his own home, and it’s not a hobby he ever really brings up. If anyone knows about it and is egging him on to join a local bar-band while out, he has to be about 6 beers in to even entertain the idea. If the lights in the venue won’t blind him on the stage he does require being blindfolded for stage fright reasons. 

He usually starts predictable and “universal” with something like Pink Floyd’s Money or Superstitious by Stevie Wonder, he’s always partial to a little Super Freak by Rick James, too. The sort of stuff you’d find on a ‘Top Ten Bass Lines of All Time!’ list because for the most part those are songs that are popular in their own right without the kick-ass (if a little sanitized) baseline. But that’s not where his heart is, his heart has always been with Heavy Metal (Metallica, Black Sabbath, for a more recent example see anything in the Doom Metal subculture/subgenre like Ramesses and Valhall) and Neue Duetsche Härte (think Oomph! and Rammestein.) And I’m not talking slipknot, Tin or Steel levels of metal, I mean straight up Mercury or Lead poisoning. The second song is always when things get interesting. 

See, the funny thing about König playing the bass is, people hate playing in a band with him. Think about the phrase “take em for a walk,” when it comes to a musical breakdown, yeah well. König never got the memo that a bass is supposed to be a rhythm instrument first and foremost. He takes that puppy for a full on marathon sprint, shows off to the max, he’s playing the lead guitar’s part or the vocals half the time if he knows the song well enough. With his own personal double neck bass, Walküre (obligatory quick mention of @kneelingshadowsalome‘s series Valkyrie, go read it yesterday if you haven’t already) he is replacing the strings four times as often as he ought to because, as gentle and loving as he is with the instrument as a whole (he adores her, and is probably a few screws loosening away from sleeping in the same bad as the damn thing), his playing is naturally violent and bombastic to the point of shredding his fingers and the strings. 

His style is something like this (Djent Style, a sub-genre of metal) 

But he likes his kickback and reverb, way, way, way up. The only thing louder than the mess of pure sound coming from the amps is the barely-recognizable music notes cascading out. König doesn’t know what dynamics are, if he’s playing it, it’s gonna be loud, except of course, when the rest of the song gets quiet. 

He usually finishes a set with something classic like Metallica’s Master of Puppets or 21st Century Schizoid Man by King Crimson because those are universals, everyone’s gonna know them. But if he’s feeling particularly pumped, in his element, or is that drunk, he’s playing a once in a lifetime rendition of Agent Orange by Sodom (because trash metal isn’t heavy metal, but it sure is fucking fun!)

The second he steps off the stage, however, he’s practically running away to get to the bathroom or a shower or something. König isn’t usually a sweaty guy, or at least not more so than any other man, but when he jumps off the stage he’s practically swimming in clammy anxiety and sweat. Finishing his little show and going back into the crowd is his least favorite part of the ordeal by far. It’s a dire tone shift once he’s finally gotten back to the people he came in with, from a heavy metal god that rivals the craftsmanship and raw power of Hephaestus or Vulcan to… demure and anxious Julius Doss, dodging praise like bullets on a battlefield. He would never admit it, but he absolutely adores the compliments and awestruck expressions he gets from his little displays of what remains of his teenaged exuberance and the blood hammering adrenaline of having everyone's attention on him (usually the very last thing he wants outside of the field.)

That being said, practically no one gets the privilege of seeing König on bass but when they do. God, do they fucking see it. 

#navigation -> headcanon tag #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #thank you so much for the ask! can you tell I have dabbled in bass? #also metalheads forgive me if i got stuff wrong i hope i did yall justice ily but i am not in that scene

[pokemoncaretips]

hi! do you have any general advice for the toxel line?

The toxel line. A difficult pokemon to start with, but fairly worth the effort involved.

General notes: The toxel line is very high need, particularly at the start of its life. Though many disparage it as being "selfish" the toxel is. Well. A baby. It's small, vulnerable and relies on others to look after it. Of course it yelps for attention.

General care: Toxel have a reputation for throwing tantrums when frustrated, and the best practice is to remove them from the situation and take them somewhere else to calm down.

Toxel have poisonous skin, and like to be carried, especially when tired. You'll need gloves and an apron when handling this pokemon. They're also electric typing, and can administer small jolts when startled.

They're fairly easy to feed, and have strong immune systems, allowing them to filter out impurities from their food and water. You might try and feed them only good food, but they have a reputation for sneaking off and putting whatever they can find in their mouths. Just try and keep a balanced diet and lock up anything really poisonous behind a child lock. There's only so much you can do and they're determined little guys.

Toxel are as close as any pokemon can get to human toddlers. Good luck.

Toxtricity is when things get interesting. A fairly difficult combination of electricity and poison already makes them tough to care for, and then there's the matter of the two variants. It can be very hard to determine what your toxel is going to evolve into. Try and keep an eye on its personality, which seems to have an impact. If your toxel bold, loud and in your face? It's likely to be the amped version. Is it quiet, nervous and prone to clinging to your leg around strangers? It may be the low key version.

The amped version is a lot to handle. Like a mankey, it doesn't like eye contact much, and can get aggressive. It's also much louder. The organs on a toxtricitys chest generate sound when struck, and they're one of the rare pokemon that make music. The amped version is loud and striking, and has been compared to the electric guitar.

The low key version is less aggressive, but also prouder and prone to showing off and grandstanding. The sounds it makes are comparable to a bass guitar.

With their love of music, toxtricity are often used by underground punk bands as back up players. I've yet to meet one that didn't adore this, and it's an excellent form of enrichment and socializing.

Toxel aren't as unpleasant as people make them out to be, but you will have your hands full. Care rating: Red

Training: Taking it to something like Little Cup when it's a toxel is a very good idea, as the adult forms can be difficult to train. Starting it young makes your life so much easier, and can also help wear it out so you can get some sleep. If trained with care and patience, they can be pretty good battlers, but have a slight tendency to be somewhat self absorbed, so I don't recommend them for service pokemon.

Listening to music is something many of them love, so using their favourite band as a training reward is a pretty good idea. They're smart pokemon, and quickly make the connection between doing well on training sessions and getting to listen to their favourite punk band.

Even so, they're not the easiest pokemon to train. Training rating: Orange

Safety: Oof. Poison and electricity. Two tricky types in one.

The toxel is part poison type, and as suggested in the care section should be handled with gloves. The poison isn't strong, but it causes tingling and numbness on contact. If you come into contact, was it off quickly with warm water and a gentle soap. A single layer of clothing can prevent this, however.

When they evolve things become harder. Their shocks become much. much stronger. Rubber matting on the floor is essential to help ground shocks. With their poison skin and ability to generate up to 15 000 volts (the highest amount recorded in lab testing) this pokemon is for healthy, experienced trainers only. Safety rating: Red

Overall ranking. Though its reputation as selfish and attention seeking is a little overhyped, there's no denying this pokemon is a tough one to care for. With a strong personality and a dangerous type combination, you really need to know what you're doing.

But it's rather fun to hear them having a little jam session together.

#pokemon #pokemon irl #pokemon care #toxel #toxtricity