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blo0mmie · 1 month

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....Thinking About Yandere!Siren.

🧸Cw: Yandere in General, Obsessive & Possessive Behavior, Violence was implied, Unwanted advances, Unnamed Character, Reader's gender was not mentioned, Reader was mentioned to be a captain. Unprofessional writing, proof-read

🧸W.c: 9.9k & 900+ words (I reach the notes's limitations lmao)

🧸A/n: Shoutout to @screeching-bunny and her works! This writing was inspired by her (if you could already guess by the style I used)

Yandere!Siren who's always the talk of the town. A never-ending rumors and tales about this terrifying beast, living across the darkest depths of the sea and torments every unfortunate boat/ships who's brave enough to cross its deemed range, has been passed throughout generations.

Yandere!Siren that despite its massive, and not-so-positive, influence across the place, has never been truly identified nor had someone witnessed its true form to tell exactly what it looks like. Always been behind the fading murmurs of the waters and a fragment(s), of what is fortunate enough to be left of the already submerging ship, that swims back across the shores.

Yandere!Siren with a motive alongside its origin, remains ambiguous and a true puzzle towards the people. On why and how such a petrifying creature appeared one day and decided to ruin the peace and causes fear and Carnage across all the places that close to its 'territory'. Not even the most ambitious scientists nor avaricious politics had enough guts to bite the bullet and seek the monster themselves. Often making assumptions and false information in order to feed the media.

Yandere!Siren with its everlasting violent tendencies. Ready to snap or submerge any boat/ships within its vision field. And unfortunately, your vessel found itself trying to cross the unforgiving tides.

From a child's dream to the captain's reality.

Your lineage is renowned for its formidable members, revered for their bravery and leadership as commanders. They've played a vital role in your city's maritime activities, navigating the seas to fetch valuable goods while ensuring the safety of all aboard. Every citizen, politician, even foreigners from other lands, recognized your ancestors worth. If not for the constant negotiation with them for something, then just blunt praises and recognition for all the things they had done for the city. Exaggerating, I know but, hey. If you're living in a time where a beast was your neighbor, do you really have any options?

The people make this abundantly clear as when a news of a new offspring from your family has arrived, all hell breaks loose. People go nuts left and right as gossip and debates spread everywhere like a wildfire on the first day. Some say that you're gonna grow up to be a handsome lad. with a charismatic allure that can make any gals, and/or guys, falls and their underwear with a just passing glance and a perfect built that can make a god jealous or thirst. While some argue that you're gonna be a beautiful gal. Delicate yet dangerous as you toy with your victim with nothing but a sweet word as you point the tip of your sword in their neck or your heels between their thighs-

When the mayor of the place catches the wind of this, he immediately throws a weak-long celebration. Gifts, food, message, blessing, wishes, marriage proposals- yeah you got everything. From the humblest citizens to the most influential figures, joining to celebrate your birth. marking the significance of your presence in the family.

Every moment of your childhood felt like hell to the earth. You were bombarded with proposals from various sovereigns, allies, and political entities, some even from distant lands you haven't heard of. All the while, you had to juggle rigorous training and education to become a capable commander. And amidst it all, you felt the weight of constant scrutiny, not only from your guardian but from other things as well. as if every action and decision were under intense observation. Not to mention, the seldom time of being alone was almost unattainable. It was utterly exasperating and icky.

But despite all the endeavor along the way, you had tucked it all out and achieved the ambition you, and all of your family, have wanted; becoming a proud captain and owning a crew.

""Captain [Name]! The tides have been unusually rough lately... Is it safe to continue?" One of your subordinates cries out in fear as thunder rumbles across the dark sky, causing the said person the shriek. A gust of wind was follows, threatening to push the ship back, but you maintain control of the helm, preventing disaster. As the storm continues on, you glance over the dark waters, a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of your mind. The whispers of the townsfolk echo in your ears, tales of the dreaded monster haunting these very seas. But you're not about to give up now! No, you have to move on. Not when a heavy expectations and responsibilities resting upon your shoulders.

"We'll press on," you declare firmly, your voice cutting through the howling winds. "We cannot falter now, not when we are so close."

Your crew exchanges nervous glances, but they nod in silent agreement. Going back to their rightful position, trusting in your leadership. With grim determination, you steer the ship forward. As the ship battles against the relentless storm, a sense of uneasy hangs heavy in the air. The crew's nerves are stretched taut as they scan the churning waters for any sign of danger. Suddenly, a deafening roar pierces the raucous night, causing everyone to freeze in fear.

"What was that?!" one of your crewmates cries out, eyes wide with terror.

You grip the helm tighter, your heart pounding in your chest. "Steady, everyone. We must stay focused." No, no, no, no,

But before you can take another breath, a massive shape emerges from the depths, towering over the ship like nothing but a mere toy. The Beast, with its frightening form, flickers throughout the heavy fog and bullet rains, with the help of the lights thunder, with nothing but its silhouette and sharps teal eyes, glaring down at your ship- no, direct at you.

"It's the beast!" someone shouts, their voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. With every fiber of your being, you fight to maintain control, steering the ship away from the creature's clutches. But as the monster closes in, you catch a glimpse of its gaze. its eyes blazing with primal fury yet there's also something in there, something not akin to disdain- no, it's the opposite, rather.

A loud cackle breaks through the air, causing you to snap from your internal thoughts as you glance back at the sky. The sound sends a shiver down your spine, and your heart skips a beat as you hear the haunting words, "FOuNd yoU~"

You turn to face the source of the voice, your eyes widening in horror as you see the monstrous silhouette looming over the ship. Its gaze fixates on you, an eerie intensity burning in its eyes. "Fascinating," it purrs, voice was strangely smooth and soft despite the turmoil currently occurring. "Hmm? Why, you are even more beautiful up close, so.... fierce, so mature~ In fact, even more beautiful than any of your ancestors"

"The f*ck"

Yandere!Siren who's actually a primordial deity of the place, so, so long that no tale or history was recorded about them and their existence.. Struck by an unfortunate event that leads to a drastic change into themselves forever. Once ascended from a celestial and pacific figure that shows love and mercy to all creatures, was now descending to vindictive omnipotent that wrath remained ranging like a seas.

Yandere!Siren that upon the day they decide to cause destruction, was the day a mortal decided to approach them, your first ancestor. Deciding to try striking a deal with the cruel beast in order to ensure the safety of the nation, despite knowing the possibility of a nasty outcome. But it seems that fortuna was on their side when the monster complied. Finding a sick amusement that anyone, less a mortal, has enough guts to not only approach them but also settle a bargain. But alas, they will humor the idea, till they get bored, of course.

Yandere!Siren who's actually behind to ALL the achievements and success of your ancestors all along. Ensuring every blood of your lineage was safe when sailing his seas while still causing turmoil to the rest. Making it as if your blood was blessed by some kind of god to even return in one piece after sailing through the curse seas.

Yandere!Siren that counts every passing days, years and decades. Till the news of your birth reaches him.

"....what?" you gawk, the revelation hitting you like a tidal wave.

"Well, yeah. But that's all about it, little captain," the siren replied nonchalantly, its voice echoing through the cavern as it leaned its weight against the ground, resting its head upon its scaly shoulder. The occasional motion of its crystal fin swayed against the water. The splinters of your, now broken, ship float aimlessly against the waters.

You, however, remained silent, trying to process the flood of information the former deity had just dumped on you. So, all this time, all this effort, it was all a bluff? The achievements, the pride, even the stories they had told you as a child, had led you to believe that your bloodline was special. But it was all a fraud.

Of course, it made sense. Who would be foolish enough to navigate these treacherous seas without being torn apart by the beast? Surely, there had to be something more than mere luck protecting your ancestors. But then, why attack you now? If the siren had spared your family before, what made you different?

"Why did you decide to attack me now?" you demanded, frustration and confusion mingling in your voice. "If you let my other family members off the hook easily, even granting them goods on return, then why target me?"

"The siren's haunting laughter reverberated through the cavern, sending shivers down your spine as it revealed the grim truth. "Ah, little captain, you truly are a naive one, aren't you? Well, I couldn't possibly blame you. Not when you grew up in a grand household, feeding your little mouth with nothing but lies.~" it taunted, its voice dripping with malice and affection.

"You see, long ago, your ancestor made a deal with me, if you're still unaware of this part," the siren continued, its gaze piercing into your very soul. "In exchange for safe passage and 'blessing' for the rest of your family, they decided and offered up their 12th descendant as a sacrifice to me."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as the realization splashed upon you. You were that 12th descendant, the unwitting pawn in this charade.. Your entire existence had been predetermined from the moment your ancestor struck that accursed bargain.

A surge of anger and betrayal welled up inside you, threatening to consume you whole. "How could they do this to me?" you seethed, your voice trembling with rage and despair. You clutch your sword into a fist. the siren merely chuckled sweetly. As if watching a child, throwing tantrums, before its eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Oh, my dear pearl, they did it out of desperation," it cooed, its voice dripping with honeyed venom. "But don't worry, my little captain. I assured you that you are more than a sacrificial lamb to me."

Yandere!siren that takes you to its former castle, deep within the darkest depths of the ocean. Despite the passage of time and the siren's descent into madness, the place remains pristine and serene, untouched by the chaos of the surface world. Handing you a pearl that could possibly help you breathe under Proclaiming that it's your new home from now on.

Yandere!Siren who refuses to transform you into a merperson like itself, insists on keeping you with legs instead of a fin. It finds strange amusement in comparing your anatomy to its own, often tangling its fin with your legs or positioning itself between them, resting its head against your lap. When questioned, it responds with, "Your flesh was split in two, unlike mine. I wonder how wide it can stretch before reaching its limit"

Yandere!siren that's very attentive to your every need and desire. If you long for something shiny, it swiftly fetches it without hesitation. Even if you feel homesick or yearn for the surface, it begrudgingly complies, though always keeping a watchful eye on you from the depths below. It decides when to return you home, flooding the city without hesitation should anything happen to you.

....Think about Yandere!Siren

🧸A/n: Woah. First post and already long

#🧸.yandere writer #yandere teratophilia #yandere siren #yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere god #🧸.long post

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maboroshi-if · 1 year

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SNote: Maboroshi is intended for 16+ audiences. Strong Violence and Swearing/Cursing will be in the IF. The warning list will be updated as we continue. Intro Post is still being pulled together, so if there are any questions, let me know!

Maboroshi is an Interactive Fiction Game based in the world of Naruto, however, all events within the story span during the end of the First Shinobi War and the beginning of the Second Shinobi War.

Long ago, many years before you were born, the countries of the world were entrenched in warfare for land. Mighty warlords and noblemen wished to expand their territory; however, blood would need to be given in exchange; Unfortunately, for the people of the land, the blood given as payment was not theirs. Instead, shinobi across the lands sacrificed their lives to fulfill the greedy lord’s wishes. Villages would soon be pillaged, children and women would perish from famine, and demonic creatures would rise from the darkest parts of the world to roam the earth. This would later be known as the Warring States Era.

Twenty years later, all the infighting, battles, and wars would just...cease to exist. No one knows what caused the wars to stop; many believe that an inner deal was made between Daimyo across the land, while others believe something much more sinister is at play. Regardless, the ninja world seems to have finally settled into peace and harmony.

It has been some years since the Warring States Era ended. Villages across the land have been ushered into peace, and the village of Kirigakure is one of them.

Having just graduated from Ninja Academy, you're now a Genin placed into your forever squad. Focused on growing stronger and building a name for yourself. You set your sights on becoming the strongest nin in your village, and who knows? Maybe you'll even become Mizukage someday. Before that happens, you'll need to pass the Chunin exam, a test that is said to have painted the very soil underneath your feet red.

Exam preparations are put on hold when rumors of war begin spilling across the peninsula.

Tonari Yuma, a missing-nin from your village once accused of kidnapping and killing five children from all across the Land of Water, has resurfaced as a chieftain in the small village of Kirostache.

Proclaiming himself to be the rightful Mizukage of the Land of Water. He wages war against Kirigakure and denounces your village as a town full of traitors united in dethroning the Daimyo by the usage of dark means. Your father calls it foolish. There is no way that the Water Daimyo would believe such a basis.

Or so he hopes.

A conspiracy is brewing in the Land of Water, and you will soon learn that life is not as idealistic as you believed.

Fully customize your character!

I MEAN IT; fully customize them! Choose your

Hairstyle and type

Hair color is locked to red, but you have the option to pick different shades of red,

Skin color,

How you appear to others,

Eye color,

Ninja outfit + civilian outfit

Name + Nickname

Gender,

Genital choice + Body Shape will come in Part 2

Pronouns

Height

Weapon (you can’t use your chakra ALL the time)

Birth Season

Backgrounds are locked based on your chosen clan

More to come soon...

Choose one of three clans to be your paternal lineage

Tsuchigumo: Become Spidewo-(man)! or not.

Yuki: Possess the Ice Release Kekkai Genkai

Shirogane: Puppet Masters who originate from the land of Wind

Become a master of either Taijutsu, Genjutsu, or Ninjutsu

Or master a combination of all three!

Romance 8 ROs

Three are available for Part 1

Four ROs will be introduced in Part II. The last is a secret RO

Pass the chunin exam!

Failing means your death, so make sure you are ready when you take it.

Complete a bunch of D-rank and C-rank missions; you're only a genin, after all.

Learn forbidden jutsu or stick to a path of purity (aka, do nothing fun!)

Meet some fan favorites as they were when they were alive!

Determine your fighting style: are you more brutal, or do you have finesse?

Or maybe you don't want to fight at all!

Become a Jinchuurki? It could happen

Choose to become a medic-nin if it suits your fancy!

Izuna Uchiha (M): The Rival A boy shrouded in mystery, he is a constant reminder of your first C-rank mission and what went so terribly wrong. You’ve tried your hardest to make peace with him. But it feels impossible. He's a stranger in your tight-knit village and has found himself to be treated like an outsider. You would feel bad for him; if he weren’t so smug. Replacing one of your squadmates, he has shown an aptitude for warfare and finesse that makes you weary. How can a child who has grown up in a world of peace be so ruthless? Get to know him and you’ll unfortunately find out.

Izuna possesses an aptitude for Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, and Genjutsu, making himself a triforce. And it makes no sense to you, considering that you hardly see the boy practice! It will be interesting to see how he grows. If he makes it.

Chihiro Inoue (F): The Dreamer

One of your squadmates, she is a loud and outspoken girl with large dreams and big ambitions. Working to become the first female Mizukage, Chihiro often displays headstrongness and an overzealousness that can often get her into trouble. Luckily for her, fortune always seems to work in her favor.

Chihiro possess an extremely high aptitude for Taijutsu and Ninjutsu, calling herself a self-proclaimed weapons master. She gives as good as she gets, and has no problem getting a little dirty.

Tanui Hozuki (M or F): The Jokester

A jokester, they seem to have no desire to become a ninja; but with all that chakra they possess, they are given no choice. Apart of Squad Six, it makes no sense why you seem to run into them all the time, but you find their presence comforting.

You know nothing about their fighting style; only hearing whispers of the ‘wicked’ things that they have summoned from the adults in your village.

Shinichi Hoshigaki (M): The Lost One/Secret RO

The second member of your original squad. Shinichi is the complete opposite of what you would expect from the Hoshigaki clan. Known for being fierce and aggressive, Shinichi is the exact opposite of the savage reputation that precedes them. Soft and friendly, Shinichi is a gentle soul and abhors the act of violence. But when push comes to shove, he will protect himself and his friends with the vengeance of Asura. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to save him. Or was it?

Shinichi possesses a high aptitude for the sword. Almost on par, if not matching Chihiro in strength and brutality. He favors the Water Release Jutsu; typical for someone coming from his clan.

Akane Uzumaki: your mother is revered as the five-tailed beast's holy priestess/vessel. Once labeled as one of the strongest Kunoichi in your village, she has settled into domestic life and has left behind a life of adventure. She seems content; however, you catch the sorrowful expression on her face whenever she looks at you.

[[Chooseable Name]]: Your father is a distant cousin of the Water Daimyo, considered a war hero for his actions in a rebellion that lasted almost ten years. He has been given the highest spot in the village as "supporting Kage," only second to the Mizukage himself.

Hanabi Sugawara: Your sensei; is not what you had expected in a teacher. Seeming to coddle your small team of three more than teaching you. You feel that she is hiding something, something that could put everyone in danger.

DEMO (Coming soon) || RO Appearances || Discord (Maybe)

#maboroshi if #naruto if #twine game #twine wip #if wip #if games #interactive games #interactive fiction #ret-canon!!#interact if #cyoa #anime if #naruto #interactive novel

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lala3244 · 7 months

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Heartbreaks: Lord DIAVOLO

-First time using 2nd POV. I hope I did okay :)-

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You started dating them but others had decided they should date demons of powerful lineage not a mere human.

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort

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Lucifer Mammon Satan Belphegor Asmodeus

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You arrived in Lord Diavolo’s office. The Prince was sitting in his chair, sadness written on his handsome features. You frowned your eyebrows, wondering what was happening. He stood up when you entered the room and smiled. He showed you the chair in front of his desk and you sat down with a nod. You sat straight and put your hands on your lap. He was staring at you all along and waited for you to be comfortable. He still had his smile on his face but it wouldn’t reach his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he cleared his throat. “I need to tell you something and it’s not easy.” You looked at him, your frown still on your face and nodded at him for him to carry on. “I… I don’t really know how to tell you this but a few of the nobles’ families had a council a few nights ago and they had decided that I should start courting a demon of one of their families to produce an heir. I guess they’ve heard rumours about the two of us dating and they don’t agree. Unfortunately, even though I am their ruler, they hold a lot of power and can decide or veto who I date so we won’t be able to go on dates anymore.”

While you were listening to him, your chest started to become painful and you couldn’t breathe anymore. Tears were forming in your eyes which you tried to retain. When he said the last sentence, you stood up and said “I understand Lord Diavolo…” and before you could say anything else, he was in front of you. He grabbed your chin so he could look in your eyes. His eyes were a mirror of yours. Tears forming and sorrow darkening them. He pulled you closer to him. “Please, don’t be sad…” You took a deep, shaky breath and smiled. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on yours and took a big inhale to smell your odour. He closed his eyes to remember this moment. You put your hand on his cheek and whispered “I will miss you Diavolo”. You kissed where your hand was on his face and left.

Once the door was closed, you let your tears fall freely and ran towards the House of Lamentation. While running, you started to wonder how they knew you were dating Lord Diavolo. You remembered you had a talk with him and except you holding his arm when you entered a room you never showed any intimacy towards each other whatsoever but surely you were slowly falling in love with the future Demon King. Maybe was it the way you both looked at each other or how you would talk? You kept asking yourself all those questions that you wouldn’t be able to answer. You finally arrived in front of the House of Lamentation and opened the door violently then ran up to your room, leaving the front door open but slamming the door of your room. You locked it, so no one would bother you, and sank down on your bed, sobbing.

A few weeks had passed after the end of your relationship with Lord Diavolo. All of the brothers tried to cheer you up. They didn’t know what had happened but they didn’t like seeing you so depressed. You slowly started to feel better when you all received an invitation. Lord Diavolo was having a party at his castle to celebrate his new relationship with a demon from the most powerful family in the Devildom. Yours had a handwritten note attached to it. It read “Hello my dear, I know it is not easy but I really wish for you to come. I would love to see you again as it has been weeks since I last saw you. Of course, it will be your choice. I miss you. Diavolo.” Your hands started shaking and you tried to hide it as the brothers were all around you and they still didn’t know about your relationship with their Prince. You heard Asmo squealed with happiness but slowly you could hear your heartbeat in your ears and it drowned all the sounds around you. After a few seconds, you looked at all of them and smiled. “Ah good, I am happy for him!” You hoped you sounded cheerful.

The day of the party was there and you were a crying mess. You weren’t sure how you would be able to stop crying before you had to leave the house. You decided to put some music from the human world, music that used to cheer you up before and it worked slowly. You washed your face then started to get dressed. You went shopping a few days ago with Mammon and Asmo to get an outfit for the party. You wanted to look your best so Diavolo would see what he was missing and also you hoped it would help you feel better about yourself. You had a really good time with the two brothers and they even said they would be your date for that night. You had laughed at them but said yes so you all bought matching outfits. Asmodeus and Mammon knocked on your door so you could finally go to the castle.

You arrived in front of the building, you took a deep breath and braced yourself to get inside. You entered arm in arm with the two demons. You looked at the room and you saw them. Lord Diavolo saw you arriving with two handsome demons and his gaze darkened. You had a big smile on your face while Mammon was talking. He caught your gaze with his and slowly you approached them. You smile faded slowly with each step you took towards them. You were staring at her. She had dark hair and was pale skinned. She was the total opposite of your prince but she was such a beautiful demon. You gave them a weak smile and with tears in your eyes you bowed down, thing you’ve never done in front of Diavolo and left in a hurry. While your back was turned Diavolo started to follow you but Barbatos stood in front of him and slightly shook his head to let his master know that he shouldn’t run after you. He returned to his place, a sad look on his face. You carried on running tears finally flowing freely from your eyes. You ran and ran not caring about your way and after a while you stopped. You found yourself back at the Hall of Lamentations and contemplated either if you should go inside or go somewhere else.

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THE END

Might do the others. I will see :)

No talk about cat this time

#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me mammon #obey me fanfic #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obey me story #obey me fanfiction #diavolo x reader #angst #hurt/no comfort

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swann-song · 16 days

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daydreaming - part four

summary: you agreed to go on a date with pierre chavanges. he needs to make a good impression.

pierre sneaked a glance at you over the menu, this is the first chance he’s had to actually look at you. on the car ride over, you’d spent the whole time changing the music in the car, you were taking it very seriously and he hadn’t wanted to interrupt. at le cheval blanc you were sat outside with a lush garden. the warm night was filled with the sounds of summer and the gentle conversation of the tables around you created a good atmosphere.

he ran his fingers through his hair again, it has grown longer and tickles his brows, he had rushed out the door evading his mothers questions. he had spent the whole day preparing mentally and physically, he had changed his outfit four times, settling on a black button up and trousers. pierre has been on enough awkward first dates to keep his expectations low. unfortunately, the stakes feel high and he’s apprehensive, he’s never wanted to connect with someone as badly as he does with you but he doesn’t know how. how do you let someone know you want to be important to them.

he watched you study the menu, you poke your cheek as you decided and mutter to yourself. "i’m getting the sea bass then" you said with a finality. you looked up at pierre and his heart skipped a beat.

your lips were a blurry red and inviting. he loved the way your eyes sparkled at him, smiling at him sweetly every time your eyes met. he was thoroughly enjoying that. your hair cascades around you and frames your face, reminds him of the romantic impressionists. you were wearing a short black dress, tight on your waist but flowing around your thighs. the sleeves are long and elegant, sliding up your arm when you move. he likes watching your fingers reach for the wine, likes the way a sip stains your lips a little.

the conversation flowed, pierre had been worried but he had an endless list of questions. you answered him freely, stories from your childhood, your friends and work. he liked the way you spoke to him intimately, like you’d known him for years. he found you funny, be it your stories from university or the witty remarks you’d use to punctuate your sentences. he could tell you read a lot, you spoke vividly and he was engaged. he even surprised himself and offered his own jokes, not wanting burden you with all of the nights entertainment. he liked the way you laughed with him, the sound sweet and you made yourself breathless.

"and then she threw the mic across the room" you were telling him about your friends birthday party. it had been at jd's bar and he remembered his own friend telling him the story. "well it’s nice to hear your point of view, jd had said it was just because you were all wasted", "his karaoke didn’t have abba" you interject, pierre nodded, "right, so now i see it, in a way, it was his own fault". you both burst into giggles and the waiter turns annoyed.

three hours had already passed, the candles dwindling, the other patrons had left. pierre was shocked at the time, it was going too fast. he hadn’t felt like this before, no rush to leave. he already knew all your favourite films, books, music, your childhood friends and pets, core memories and your first driving lesson fail. he knew your dreams for the future, your current frustrations with life. it didn’t feel like enough, he felt greedy, wanting to know more and more about you.

you were the most interesting person he’d met, when he would ask question after question, you asked him to stop the interrogation. pierre couldn’t help it, he offered himself as well. he told you his own stories. his many endless nights making trouble with his friends. the two years he’d travelled to italy before he took over the farm. the pressures of a lineage farm on his shoulder, the endless repetition. the silence after the dessert was comfortable but pierre’s heart was still beating fast. your cheeks were flushed, your neck tipped back, taking in the night stars.

you suddenly sat up straight, looking into pierre’s eyes earnestly. "you know pierre, i fucking love cows" pierre covered his face with his hand, shaking it. trying to suppress his laughter. "i really do pierre" you had reached across the table, your fingers curling around his wrist. "now do you think i could get one.. i could get one of yours you know, just a baby, i just need a baby one… you could help me, i’ve read a few books already and you know basically everyone else has one, you could give me one"

pierre was certain you were too tipsy now, he nodded at you. he paid for dinner and held your hand in one hand, your coat in the other. he slowly guided you to his car as you were trying to convince him he should sell you one of his new calf. in the car, you were silent, looking out into the fields, you sometimes made a comment about the song playing on the radio. as he drove up to your apartment complex, pierre was feeling nervous. the date had gone well, in his eyes it did. pierre knew himself, he recognised it, he was already half in love. that’s why he was feeling on edge, he needed to know how you felt. he thought he knew, from the way you flushed at his compliments and stared at his lips but he needed to know for certain.

"i really enjoyed tonight" you were speaking almost timidly. pierre was glad you did, he turned to you and smiled softly. "so did i, i really want to see you again" pierre watched you stare straight ahead, he took in your profile. your perfume filled his car, he was hoping it would linger when your gone. you took a minute, pierre didn’t want to rush you. you nodded and met his eyes.

your hand rose to his jaw, your soft fingers stroke up to his cheek and pierre fell into it. your eyes sparkle up at him, lips parted and breath laboured. pierre’s hand slides up your arm and meets yours, he tangles your fingers with his and pulls them away. he moves closer to you, you sit back, a puzzled look. pierre’s hand moves to the nape of your neck, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. he pulls your head to his and wraps his other arm around you. his lips meet yours. your lips are so soft, sweet from the wine, he falls in deep. he feels your heart beating fast against his own, no doubt beating just as fast. tilting your head back a little, his tongue finds yours, and he hold you tighter. his hands tangle in your silky hair, he strokes your back. pierre feels overwhelmed, by your taste, the scent of you and your body in his arms, so giving and warm.

your arms move up from his chest to dangle from his shoulders. your hanging onto each kiss and pierre hears a soft moan from you. he pulls away quick. how could you make that noise against his lips. he needed to be reasonable since your not being so. your eyes look up at him big, a little whiplashed from the sudden lack of warmth. you arms are still around his neck and you softly purr his name. pierre stroked your arm, pulling your sleeve back and plants gentle kisses on it. he tries to ignore your pout and how hard it’s making him. your eyes narrow at him and he pulls your arms off him while he intertwines your fingers in his. pierre avoids looking at you in an attempt to suppress that icy sharp desire he feels.

"it’s getting late, i’ll call you tomorrow okay" pierre kisses the tips of your fingers in apology, keeping his head low and feels you relax beside him. you kiss his cheek quickly and jump out, closing the door you look at him through the open window. "good night pierre, remember you owe me a calf". pierre feels his heart flipping and wishes you a good night but not making any promises.

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#swann arlaud #pierre chavanges #petit paysan #bloody milk #fanfic #y/n

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shantechni · 9 months

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I don't think we talk enough about the boys' different reactions to Splinter's brief chance of becoming human again, as well as the possibility of him regaining bits of his past that were once thought to be gone for good.

Human once more?

When Donatello first presents Splinter with a beaker of retromutagen in The Lonely Mutation of Baxter Stockman, he's evidently excited and expectant of a similar reaction from Splinter. And Leo's expression is mild yet very telling of how he feels about what Donnie did; they're both willing to give Splinter his human form again.

Raph and Mikey are almost on the opposite side of the spectrum though.

One could easily pass their reactions for being surprise or shock at Donnie making enough for Splinter, but the fact that only Donnie and Leo are shown with favorable reactions kind of solidifies the possibility of them not being fond of the idea, at least not right away.

Of course, Splinter passes up his opportunity so Kirby could get his turn first, but Stockman buzzes in and ruins whatever chances Donnie had of fulfilling his promise. And by the end of the episode, everyone looks disappointed, including Mikey and Raph.

Like many things in this show, it's not really explored further or touched upon again (there's probably no need for that), but the duo's initial reactions give away their thought processes: Splinter becoming human again? What does that mean for us?

After all the hullabaloo with Stockman though, they clearly align with Leo and Donnie on the matter and feel bad that the vial of retromutagen was lost. Splinter doesn't speak much about his human life outside of giving his sons cautionary tales, but he doesn't hide how much he misses it at times either, so it's only natural for the boys to want to give him what he misses. Ultimately though, Splinter tells them not to worry about the retromutagen situation since he's content with where and who he is now, and the boys no longer appear forlorn.

Shout out to that 1987 episode with a similar premise✌🏽

That would've been the end of the turtles trying to give Splinter any semblance of his old life if not for the S1 finale.

Karai's our sister!?

The boys only have a relationship with Karai because of her connection to Splinter and his life as a human, which goes hand in hand with why they went through so much trouble for her.

As soon as Splinter tells them the truth of Karai's lineage, Leo suddenly has a bigger reason to bring Karai to the good side. Meanwhile, Mikey deploys his famous strategy of silently determining for himself from the sidelines if Karai is trustworthy. Though he admonished Leo for trusting her in The Alien Agenda, he doesn't expresses distaste and distrust for her to quite the same extent as the others (especially Raph), and he's also the first to openly acknowledge her as their sister. Raph and Donnie are constantly honest about how little they think they could grow to trust her, and they have a point; she was raised by the Shredder and is their sworn enemy under the Foot clan, how can they trust her?

Even when she briefly fights alongside them against Tiger Claw, Donnie and Raph still have their doubts. Leo tries to argue his point like usual, but Raph sounds so done with Karai when he reiterates that she was raised by the Shredder. No amount of blood ties will change that.

But when Leo bears witness to how heavily Karai's absence weighs on Splinter, his determination forces Raph and Donnie to put aside whatever animosity they had left and decide to save her.

And, after Karai gets mutated through a series of unfortunate events that will surely be blamed on the wrong party by a literal psychopath, the rest of the turtles bear witness to Splinter's pain as he closes himself off in the midst of another grieving process.

They feel bad for what happened to Karai, but the way they go on to speak about the situation in A Chinatown Ghost Story tells us that they mostly feel bad because Splinter feels bad, a huge change from before when Leo was the only one feeling the guilt. They aren't so close to her to feel genuine grief, but their father lost his daughter for the second time, and it's up to them to find her.

The situation especially hurts in the beginning of The Fourfold Trap because, usually, helping Splinter would bring them together to aim for one mutual goal, but the stress gets to everyone and Raph even goes so far to call Karai a lost cause, a statement that instantly ticks Mikey off. Splinter does his best to mediate by telling them that he's thankful for the four of them, but the boys are too painfully aware of the problem to accept the sentiment.

She was what little Splinter had of his past life as a human, and the boys clung to her so much that they, without realizing it, began to see her as an integral part of their little family.

#analysis #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt splinter #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #2012 splinter #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #hamato yoshi

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 2 months

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 4: Strangers With Memories

a/n: more angst but at least they aren't as awkward, however, after this chapter, I fear it's only going to go downhill for my babies :(

The dreadful No Contact Rule. Difficult not to break when the relationship is over and even more so when the relationship comes to a sudden halt but the feelings are still brewing inside. When the distance is forced and fueled by the guilt of losing that person again. However, I would be lying if I said that Jungkook is no longer part of my life. That I have somehow completely barricaded myself from his presence. How could I, when not even a conscious stream of thought can overcome the yearning of a broken heart? One that still longs for his touch, his sweet smile, his laugh. One that has been holding on to the memories of our past despite the lack of recollection in Koo’s eyes. To him, we are simply picking things up from where they were left off. Not a complicated task in nature until you realise that our story left off with his first and last “I love you, Mira”. So, no matter how hard I try to push him away, the heartstrings of my own soul seem to pull us back together. Even if he sees me as just a friend, I am willing to fight for everything we could have been, until one day he finally remembers it all. Remembers me, remembers us.

Unfortunately, with school starting, everyone has been getting back into their routines, leaving little time or opportunity to actually hang out. Despite this, Jungkook has made a special effort to “build back what he can’t remember”. So, seeing him has actually become part of my daily ritual. Whether that be going on a morning jog or grabbing a quick coffee after class. Like the good old days, we are connecting as close friends, since everything began that way. Before anything, Koo was my friend, one who somehow filled the void of my family when we were separated by an ocean. For that, I will forever be grateful to him.

Today was like any other. Tae and I met our new cohort leader, the head of the ER department in the local children’s hospital, who was this older gentleman who wasted no opportunity to crack one of his dad jokes. He absolutely adored Tae, said that he saw his younger self in him, and unless he was a sleep-deprived, broke college student, I’m not sure what the correlation was. To be honest, Tae hasn’t been having it easy either. His grandma was recently diagnosed with pneumonia, so he spent the entire summer working three jobs to send as much money as he could back home. Being the only man, and thus, the breadwinner in the family after the passing of his father, he constantly tells me about the guilt he endures being far away from his mom, younger sister and grandma. The three women in his life he would give up anything for. And, as I’ve watched him slowly run himself thin, I have grown to be protective of Tae myself. Although he is older, in my eyes he will always be like a little brother to me. One whose shoulders carry the weight of a whole lineage.

Packing up our staff after class, Tae recommended we try the new pastry shop that opened by our dormitory. One that he first mentioned when Jungkook was admitted into the hospital in hopes of cheering my numb self. However, during that period the aching pain in my heart wanted nothing more than to be by Koo’s side. So, seeing that this time Tae was the one in need of support, I made sure to take him up on the offer as we indulged in our daily debrief. At the end of the day, we might not know how to properly give an IV but you best believe that we know how to run our mouths. In the span of half an hour, we managed to cover every possible topic known to men, ranging from the rise in the cost of eggs to the hideous new haircut the grumpy librarian decided to debut today. Our conversation could have gone on for hours until it was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Koo: Will 20 minutes be enough for you to get ready?

Mira: Depends … where are you taking me?

Koo: It’s a surprise, just wear something comfy ;)

“Who got you smiling like that?” Tae chuckles teasingly, seeing that his words have lost my attention.

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry, it’s just Jungkook,” I say, nibbling on my lips to suppress the urge to keep smiling.

“What did he say?” he leans forward taking a sip of his Americano.

“I think he wants to go somewhere?” my words drag on as he searches my scattering eyes.

“Now?”

“Well, no you’re right, I’m just gonna tell him that I’m busy,” I try to comfort Tae with a smile, sensing the guilt of leaving him alone.

“No, I mean, don’t you want to freshen up? How much time do you have?” he mumbles, gaze softening at my flustered state.

“Oh, are you sure? I hate to pause our little hangout,”

“There’s always tomorrow,” Tae assures with a boxy smile.

“Okay, I’ll see you at breakfast, alright?” I say, packing up my stuff before we wave each other goodbye.

Thank God, the pastry shop was a short walk away from the dormitory as I suddenly realised how valid Tae’s suggestion of a shower was. Let’s just say that today’s clinical was one for the books. Not only did I spill a whole IV bag on my scrubs but I’m pretty sure that there are still some pieces of dried cream in my hair as one of the older patients refused to cooperate. So, as I finally managed to open the front door, I headed straight into the shower, washing myself free of the chaotic aftermath.

Debating between a woven sweater and a cashmere pullover I settled on the one Koo loved the most. “Peaches, you’re so soft,” he used to say, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands caressed the delicate cashmere. I wore it on our last date before the incident, the one we spent on Oceana Beach talking about the future, our future. Miraculously, after all this time, it still had his scent, the sweet vanilla musk lingered like the memories of our past. I remember crying sleepless nights, holding the cashmere close to my heart as if it were the only thing left of Jungkook. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his warm embrace.

Beep Beep

My reminiscing, however, was interrupted by Jungkook’s arrival. Quickly touching up my makeup, I grab my purse and phone before locking the door behind me. Maybe it’s from the actual physical rush or the fact that I get to see him again, but my heart sure is beating hard. I could practically feel it in my throat. And, the appearance of his bunny smile as our eyes finally met certainly did not help it either.

“Sorry to make you wait,” I say out of breath, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind my ear.

“No worries, I just came,” Koo assures softly, leaning back on his car.

“So, where is this mystery destination?” I grin teasingly, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Surprise, remember? Ladies first,” he grins back, opening the passenger door, before helping me buckle up. And, just like that, my heartbeat went through the roof again.

Driving down the bridge, we were in awe of the beautiful sunset that covered the sky in warm tones. Blasting our favourite song, Jungkook rolled down all the windows before pausing his phone just in time for the high note. And, as silence filled the car I could feel the flush rise up my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment that was my singing. It wasn’t just a voice crack, it was the complete demolishment of my dignity.

“Yah, how could you betray me like that?” I scoff in disbelief, rolling the windows back up to shield myself from the passing cars.

“I couldn’t help it, you looked so concentrated,” Jungkook chuckles, mimicking my singing face.

“Okay, relax, eyes on the road bunny boy,” I smirk, turning the music back on.

“We’re here,” he says, turning into the parking lot. Looking around, chills run down my spine as I realise where we are. The Oceana Beach. This means that while I was fully immersed in our karaoke session, Jungkook unknowingly drove past the exact spot where he lost consciousness on that cold, winter night. All this time, I’ve been trying to avoid this place in hopes of erasing the image of Koo’s frail body lying on the side of the road. Now, I have to act like none of that happened, since he doesn’t remember any of it.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice pulls me out of the spiral, as my chest heaves up. Feeling his hand on mine, my body almost jolts from his touch, unable to hide the fear rushing through my veins. It all felt so surreal, to be looking at him alive in flesh but knowing that the Jungkook I once knew was no longer there.

“Yeah, I … I just remembered something,” I lie with a nervous chuckle, unbuckling myself. Helping me out of the car, Jungkook looks concerned, eyes searching mine.

“You sure, you’re alright? I can drive back jus…”

“No, no don’t be ridiculous. I swear I’m all good,” I interrupt his sentence with a reassuring smile. Reaching for my hands again, only this time with slight hesitation, his worried eyes meet mine as his thumb caresses the back of my palms.

“Mira, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” his words are layered with a tone of fear, uneasiness, and genuine worry. But, there’s a short period of silence, as my mind filters through possible replies.

“Of course,” I manage a small chuckle, swallowing down the lie. With a nod of acceptance and a soft sigh, he intertwined his fingers with mine, taking the bags from his trunk before walking us toward a small spot by a campfire. Setting everything up, I was commanded to just relax, covered under a woven blanket.

“I used to love making smores when I was little,” Jungkook smiles, handing me a bag of marshmallows, before covering himself under the same blanket. Jimin was right, he could still remember the earlier years of his life, but nothing of the recent events.

“Can’t relate, I somehow always burned mine,” I frown as he can’t help but laugh, scrunching his nose and letting that bunny smile come on full display.

“Hey, don’t laugh,”

“I’m sorry, but how does one mess this up?” he leans closer, nudging my shoulder before looking back at the sparks. If only time could stop and we could stay this way forever. If only he could feel the way my heart ached at that moment.

“So, Mira, do you have a boyfriend?” his sudden question brought me back again, as my eyebrows visibly furrowed from the bluntness of his curiosity.

“Why? Are you trying to pitch an offer?” I chuckle, leaning closer to the fire to warm my hands, before looking back at his teasing grin.

“Just trying to figure you out,” he replies softly, eyes searching mine.

“I used to,”

“Oh, yeah? What happened?

“He moved away. Long distance didn’t work out,” I reply slowly, allowing the fake story to play out without succumbing to the tears.

“That sucks, you guys don’t keep in touch at all?” Jungkook’s curiosity is innocent in nature but naive to our past. I can’t even get mad at him for digging deeper, even if it hurts.

“I’m not sure he remembers me anymore,” I sigh, replying almost defeated.

“That’s a lie. Who could forget you?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, blind to the irony of it all.

“Yeah …” a little chuckle escapes me as well, as my eyes dissociate into the distance. “I'm pretty unforgettable, aren't I?”

“Pretty and unforgettable,” Jungkook replies with a quick wink, covering my shivering body with his share of the blanket before taking a bite of my half-burned marshmallow.

Replaying our last conversation in my head, I felt bad for snapping at Jiah at the mall. It was totally uncalled for and simply a projection of the thoughts that haunted my mind. Not a fibre of my being meant it as we rarely ever fought or even came to a slight disagreement with each other. To be quite frank, during that time it seemed like every interaction I had was like walking on a minefield. With one wrong move, I was destined to blow up and take everyone else down with me.

Not being able to talk to her freely pained me, as I grew to miss my best friend with each passing day. And if one thing was for sure, then it was that Jiah deserved an apology as she fell victim to my self-destruction. So, after a few hours of crafting a well-developed apology, I made my way to her apartment, which was literally a level below mine. Nonetheless, the walk there seemed never-ending, most likely due to the sheer panic I was experiencing. It wasn’t fueled by the fear of her reaction but the shame I felt from how I treated Jiah. However, none of it mattered anymore, as I stood in front of her door, hand ready to place a few knocks. That is until it suddenly swings open and our eyes finally meet again.

“Jiah,” I mumble before she pulls me into a tight hug as tears stream down both of our faces. No words needed to be said. Everything was understood through the emotions we were experiencing. Melting deeper into her embrace, my face dug deeper into her hair as the sweet smell of coconut filled my senses, reminding my body of her aura. I missed her so much that I could physically feel the void in my heartache as my teary eyes searched her sad gaze.

“Jiah, I’m so sorry,” I manage to let out as she gently wipes the tears off of my face. Holding onto her hand, I keep it close to my chest as my heart beats faster.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve missed you so much,” she says softly, tucking a few pieces of stray hair behind my ear. And, just like that, we were back in each other’s embrace, making up for the lost time we were apart. Catching up, we spent the whole afternoon discussing everything that happened since our falling out. She showed me the emerald jewellery set Jimin gifted her for their 1 year anniversary and the pictures they took following their celebration. They looked so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling. If they ever break up then I’ll know that love isn’t real, because in my eyes they were destined for each other. No one understands Jiah better than Jimin and no one cares so deeply for Jimin more than Jiah. Simply put, they’re soul mates.

Feeling lightheaded from all the tears we’ve cried, I suggested we go out to grab some late lunch, or early dinner before going on a walk around campus. Jiah was quick to agree as she changed into some jeans and a hoodie before grabbing her purse and keys. Stopping by my dorm, I quickly touched up my makeup in hopes of not scaring innocent civilians from the aftermath of my mental breakdown. And, as we rode the elevator down to the main lobby, Jiah and I were inseparable once again. That is until my eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook standing by his car, shuffling in place to keep himself warm.

“Oh? Jungkook? What’s wrong?” I stutter, worried eyes searching his.

“Sorry Jiah, but could I steal her from you?” he asks softly, as Jiah's face turns to mine. Hiding the way her chin was trembling, she didn't know how to reply before taking a deep breath.

“Call me when you get back?” she nods, separating her hand from mine as I pull her into a hug.

“I’ll bring you some pastry from the new shop Tae recommended,” I say with a reassuring smile before waving her goodbye. Making sure she got in safely, my eyes turned back to look at Jungkook’s bunny smile.

“How did you know I was here?” I ask with a skeptical tone, slowly making my way towards the car.

“You really don’t think I pay attention, huh?” he says teasingly before opening the passenger door.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve memorized my schedule?” I scoff, looking up at his softened gaze.

“Pretty much,” he replies with a grin, leaning onto the door frame before caressing my cheek with the back of his palm.

“Hey, were you crying?” Jungkook asks, concerned, as I cover my red cheeks with my hair. Way to not be obvious, Mira! I guess, my attempt to hide the fact that I’ve been sobbing for hours failed miserably since he managed to notice it after one glance.

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. I promise,” I shake my head with a soft smile before looking back up at his worried eyes.

“Mira, you know you can always talk to me, right?” his words are followed by a deep sigh as he crouched down before my still form.

“Of course, I know that, Koo,” I manage to let out a giggle, patting his head in hopes of making him feel at least somewhat at ease. In all honesty, however, I knew that he wasn’t fully convinced, but I also didn’t necessarily hate that. Because a small part of me hoped that maybe, his curiosity would somehow help him regain the memories he once lost.

“Anyways, where are you taking me this time?” I try to change the subject, as his eyes look back at mine.

“I need your help,” he replies, buckling my seat belt before heading to the driver’s side.

“May I know with what?”

“A song. A love song,” his voice is abrupt, but still layered with tease.

“I beg your pardon, a love song? Jungkook If you think I’m going to sedate you with some vocals then you are greatly mistaken,” I scoff with my arms folded in front of my burning chest. A love song? As if seeing him again isn’t hard enough. Now, he is giving me yet another reason to cry at night.

“Shhhh, I’ll explain everything when we get there, just sit back and relax,” he assures me with a sly wink.

“Mmhhm,” I nod, loosening up the seatbelt before crossing my arms over my chest. Navigating through all the turns, my mind is trying to piece together our destination, until we finally stop at a brick building near the campus gymnasium.

“Koo, where are we?” I ask cautiously, scanning the premises as he opens the passenger door.

“It’s a studio my buddy owns. Don’t worry the inside looks more welcoming than the outside,” Jungkook grins, locking the car as we make our way up the stairs.

“Be careful here, they’re still under construction,” he points to a hole in the wooden floor, grabbing my hand as I tip-toe behind him.

“Right, and this buddy of yours, you know how?”

“He used to produce for the band the guys and I were in. The Bulletproof Boys,” he replies proudly until I burst into a cackle, which promptly faded the smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I was still not over the first time he mentioned the infamous band name. The Bulletproof Boys. Peak comedy if you ask me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you,” I try to regain my composure looking at his pouty lips.

“I’m not laughing,”

“Okay, then I’m laughing at you,” I tease again, poking his side as he opens the door to what seemed like a small recording studio.

“Hey, guys! Come on in,” a man’s voice welcomes us into the dimly lit room.

“Hi hyung, thank you again,” Jungkook shakes his hand, before looking back at my flustered face. I’m usually not as awkward but something about being in a room with a stranger, Jungkook, and a hypothetical love song just did not sit well with me.

“This is Mira, she’s going to be our female lead,” Jungkook smiles, giving me a sly wink. A lead? I really do hope he is kidding. Is today April Fool's or something? Where are the cameras?

“Sounds good to me, who wants to go first?” the man asks the both of us, as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. Fiddling with my thumbs, Jungkook could sense that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. So, he suggested that we go in together since it is my first time doing something like this after all.

“Just follow me okay?” he says softly, helping me put on the headphones before handing me the lyric sheet.

“Alright, let’s just see how the melody plays out, okay? Jungkook, if you want to jump in with your vocals now, by all means. But, Mira, you can just use this take as practice. I want you to get comfortable with the lyrics,” the producer explains, giving me a thumbs up as I nod okay.

Following Koo’s lead I tried to mumble the words under my breath, getting the feel of the song. And, to my and probably everyone’s surprise, everything was going somewhat okay? We were able to finish recording the intro in under an hour and have just gotten to the pre-chorus. After some practice, I was beginning to feel capable of managing this project, until my ears were pierced with a sudden “I love you,” projecting from Jungkook’s microphone.

“Oh?” I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth as my eyes shot up at his form across the booth. Searching my flushed face, he grins, pointing to the lyric sheet on my stand. Furrowing my eyebrows I begin scanning the lines with my finger, realising that he was singing one of the adlibs. However, what came after almost made me sick. Suddenly, it all felt a bit too real. Shutting my eyes, I tried to regain my composure, and within a second, I was back in that hospital room, sitting across from Koo’s frail body as his thumb caressed my palms.

“I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,” his sweet words played in my head, as tears rolled down my face. Feeling the knot in my throat, I was practically screaming, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it, not then and not now. I couldn’t say the words he desperately deserved to hear. And just like that, I was back in the booth, only this time, my heaving body was plopped on the floor surrounded by both Jungkook and his producer. But, before they could ask me anything, I rushed out of the room, virtually sprinting towards the nearest washroom, where I hoped to lock myself from the outside world. Closing my eyes, all I could see were the replays of that scene before they were suddenly interrupted by the knocking on the stall door.

“Mira! Mira, open up, it’s me,” Jungkook’s voice is heavy, almost breathless.

“Are you in the women’s washroom?” I yelp in disbelief, wiping the tears off of my face.

“There’s no one here, come out, please,” he pleads softly, moving back as I slowly open the door. Lowering my gaze, I fold my arms over my chest before leaning back on the stall as if I didn’t just pass out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I tried to explain myself before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as our bodies melted into a tight hug. Oh, Koo, if only you knew how much I missed your warm embrace.

“Mira, please tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook whispers, burying his face in the curve of my neck, as I feel his breath on my skin.

“Koo, I told you, I’m fine,” I managed to lie, placing my hands on his shoulders to create at least some distance.

“Fine? You dropped to the floor and were unresponsive,” he shouts, furrowing his eyebrows from frustration as his hands grab mine.

“I … I think my period is coming soon. The days before are always killer,” I explain, trying to convince the both of us, before feeling his worried gaze search my scattering eyes.

“Your period?” he confirms.

“Mmhm,” I give him a few nods, feeling his grip on my hands slowly loosen. Tucking the stray hair behind my ear, Jungkook leans closer, tracing the trail of dried tears on my face before letting out a soft sigh.

“Okay, I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Mira,”

Please, don't.

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blue-rose-soul · 2 months

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Ooo love the devil’s bastard au

In one of your precious posts you mentioned Charlie and Nicaise meeting in heaven and getting to bond. How do you think a meeting like that would go?

They wouldn't know who the other was at first. It's an act of fate (me) that brings them together. I've seen a few different people say that the winners in Heaven don't remember their lives on Earth, but I haven't heard this until recently, and even if Vivienne did say it, I'm hesitant to take Word of God as the absolute truth until it's actually shown in the show proper. Things change in the writing process, you know?

That said, I like the idea so I'm going with it.

As a winner, Nicaise also has some deer-like traits. Her heavenly outfit is all creams and golds, she's got soft doe ears and white speckles across her cheeks, shoulders and arms, as well as a pair of cream-colored wings. Even with the deer traits though, Charlie doesn't make the immediate connection. She's a dark-skinned Creole woman who speaks with a distinct accent from Alastor's, so there's a bit of a disconnect in Charlie's mind.

They probably run into one another while Emily is showing Charlie around, perhaps at the zoo. The winners haven't been informed that they're hosting a guest from Hell because the heavenborn angels don't want to cause a panic or anything, but it becomes clear within a few minutes of conversation that Charlie's different from everyone else in Heaven. How amazed she is by the simplest things. Her sheer awe at the koala. The smell of brimstone that clings to her.

Now, Nicaise knows there's something... off about Heaven. She's known it since she first arrived and she felt like something important had been stolen from her. She just can't put together what that something was. Over the decades, the heavenborn angels have tried to placate her, reassuring that there is nothing missing from her life and that Heaven has everything she'll ever want or need. She calls bullshit. But, realizing she's not going to get anywhere butting heads, she opts to go the more subtle route, seeking out like minded winners and bringing them together. Together, she and her allies have been trying to figure out what the heavenborn are keeping from them, what they lost, but they've hit a lot of walls. Sera is too difficult to approach, and not easy to trick, Emily is just as in the dark as they are, and Adam... Well, Nicaise knows how to deal with repulsive men. But Sera realized pretty quickly what Nicaise was doing and forbid Adam from speaking to her or her cohorts, so that line of investigation was cut short.

Needless to say, Nicaise is thrilled to meet people from outside of Heaven.

She probes Charlie for information and Charlie is plenty happy to talk to someone from Heaven who doesn't seem politely disgusted by her lineage. (Something about Charlie's description of her father strikes a chord in Nicaise. She can't quite solidify the thought.) Emily is surprisingly open to the topic of conversation as well; Sera's never told her any of these things!

Nicaise knows that she must have had a life and a family back on Earth, but it's not until Charlie starts talking about souls passing to Heaven or Hell that she really understands what this means. For just a moment, the veil lifts from her memories. And then they're gone again, like a dream. Charlie, on the other hand, is more than a little peeved that Heaven is actually preventing winners from remembering their own lives. Yes, some of the memories may be painful, but these are their lives! The souls have a right to them, regardless of how painful they were! It's her first hint that Heaven might not be as idyllic as it seems.

Unfortunately, Charlie's meeting with Heaven's higher ups means they don't have as much time together as they would like, nor will they have any way to contact one another once Charlie returns to Hell. But she's left a lasting impact on Nicaise and has an ally in her and Emily both. Emily tells Nicaise everything that happened in the meeting, including the revelation of the exterminations. Nicaise passes this on to her group, who pass it on to more people who pass it on to even more people.

Soon winners all over Heaven are questioning and Sera is panicking. Things get worse for her when Sir Pentious shows up in her office. If she's going to maintain order over Heaven, she needs to find the people responsible for spreading disorder, and get rid of them. Fast.

#ask #anonymous #Hazbin Hotel #the Devil's Bastard AU #Charlie Morningstar #Alastor's Mother #Hazbin Hotel OC #Nicaise (Hazbin Hotel OC)#Emily (Hazbin Hotel)#Sera (Hazbin Hotel)#sorry this took so long I kept rewriting stuff #I almost wrote this whole narrative about Nicaise starting a resistance movement in Heaven #before I realized how long-winded it was getting #the winners in Heaven do seem to have SOME idea of what's happening on Earth #since the Cherubs in Helluva Boss explicitly go to earth to aid people on their behalf #but I imagine they only get a filtered view of what happens #after all they wanted to give Lyle Lipton a blessing because of all the 'good' he did with his inventions #but seemed oblivious to the fact that he... y'know #experimented on poor people who were likely desperate and willing to do anything to get out of terrible situations #plus a friend of mine introduced me to Autodale and I'm enjoying the crap-saccharine dystopia theme

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blancetude · 2 years

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Of Rain & Lilacs

Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Chubby!Reader

❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞

* This is a chapter prequel for an upcoming series ‘Autumn Leaves’ OT7 x Omega!Chubby!Reader

**NOT PROOFREAD**

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: strangers to lovers to estranged (?) Angst, Eventual Comfort, Fluff, Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

If you were to ask your high school classmates to describe you in one word they would all say the same thing: Strange.

Now fast-forward four years later and ask your university peers the same thing. This time they would all say: Definitely strange.

Growing up you always knew you were a bit different. If it wasn’t your mother constantly reminding you to stop saying good morning to all the trees you passed or apologizing to a rose bush for picking a drying stem off of it because people don’t like different, they’ll laugh at you.

Your father would console your mother telling her it was you just being a kid, that you’ll grow out of it when you presented, but that was just the beginning.

Nights were filled with screaming matches from your mother as she picked at your clothes and hairstyles deeming them embarrassing to your family, that your siblings are too ashamed to be seen with you cause who wears huge sun hats and knee-high boots together? It was already bad that you’d presented as an Omega in a long lineage of Alphas.

Your family lived in an uber religious rural town in the countryside so imagine the utter scandal you caused at age 15 when you showed up to church sporting a pink buzz cut with cute little red hearts after your mother yelled at you the night before for wanting to give yourself an undercut.

You still traced the scar on your arm you got after your father threw a bottle at you for daring to humiliate him like that.

Their constant ill-treatment didn’t stop after you’d graduated and moved to a university 6 hours away however. The occasional phone call from your mom or bother telling you that you wouldn’t amount to anything would remind you that yes they were still (unfortunately) alive and well.

At least now when you walked through the halls of your school in your rainbow waistcoat, people would whisper when you’d walk by and not saying something to your face.

“Hey freak! Come here!”

Maybe you spoke too soon.

Choi Gaeun. Her name means “kind” and “beautiful” you could scoff at that. Sure she looked like she stepped straight out of a magazine but she was anything but kind.

Gaeun has got it out for you since you’d moved into the city. You’d barely spoken a full sentence to the girl before the whole campus had your name spilling from their lips with sordid slander attached.

“Hellllooo? You stupid or somethin?”

You sighed and clutched your purse, ready to escape any venom dipped words Gaeun was ready to toss your way but you were too late.

You almost escaped but Gaeun was faster. She had put a perfectly manicured hand on your shoulder and shoved you back down onto the bench you were enjoying your smoothie on.

“Aren’t omegas supposed to be obedient little rats?” The Alpha girl sneered, her posse of other rich Alphas from elite families lingering behind her like ducklings.

“What do you want Gaeun?” You muttered, hand clutching the strap of your fuzzy purse tightly as you looked around nervously.

It was fruitless to expect anyone to help. Most of the other students either ignored the situation, quietly watched from a distance, or asked if you were okay after the group of bullies were out of sight.

You just wanted to enjoy your smoothie in peace before your next class but Gaeun’s life goal was to ruin any chance at peace you desired.

“Oh so it does speak, at least it’s not completely stupid.” Another girl, Jangmi if you remembered correctly, laughed from Gaeun’s left.

Gaeun crossed her arms in front of her busty chest, her eyes looking you up and down.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your conversation with the grass?” A chorus of laughter erupted behind her as you shrunk into yourself.

Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.

“I-I have to go to class…” you made a move to stand but was pushed back down again, this time hard enough that you dropped your smoothie all over yourself resulting in a lot of unwanted stares and laughter shot your way.

A deep flush burned your ears as you frantically took your sweater off and tried to dab the mess away all the while Gaeun pointed and laughed loudly.

“Are you okay?” The crowd hushed as the one and only Jeon Jungkook, prized Alpha and most sought after student on campus, pushed passed the hoard and kneeled down in front of you, picking up your soiled purse from the ground.

“Kookie!” Gaeun chirped, her voice going up several octaves as she twirled a bleached strand of hair between her nimble fingers.

Jungkook looked back for a brief second, shooting her a friendly smile.

“I’m oka-“

“She’s fine!” Gaeun stepped between you two as Jungkook and you got up. She was quick to dust off your shoulder as if that would do anything and bat her expensive eyelashes at the star Alpha.

“She‘s just a clumsy little thing, right?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at her desperate change of attitude. You were certain she would bark if Jungkook asked her to.

Gaeun pinched your elbow hard at your lack of response making you quickly nod your head and look down at your ruined shoes.

Jungkook didn’t look all too convinced as he handed you your purse, a frown weighing heavy on his handsome features.

“But your cute sweater is all sticky now…”

Your head snapped up in surprise, not expecting the simple compliment from the most popular Alpha on campus.

Gaeun’s jaw clenched for a brief moment, a sure sign that you would pay for it later.

Before you could mutter a thank you the heavy bells rang out through the stone walls, signaling the start of your afternoon class.

Most students who stayed to watch the scene unfold were now rushing to make it to their assigned buildings.

“Oh! We have to go!” Gaeun was quick to hug Jungkook’s toned arm to her chest, not shy to press herself against him flirtatiously. “We need to go to class Kookie!”

When she saw that you weren’t moving she shot you a warning glare, her eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red.

You tensed at the silent threat and scooped up the rest of your things, wanting nothing more than to make it back to your tiny apartment and mourn your soiled sweater in peace.

“Wait, you can’t walk around like that- here.”

A tiny gasp left your lips when Jungkook slipped off his dark green hoodie, his shirt riding up just enough to tease his firm stomach.

Your eyes shot nervously between his extended arm and Gaeun’s equally shocked expression.

If you took his offer you’d no doubt be mauled by Gaeun and her pack of mindless followers, but if you didn’t take his offer you’d hurt the kind Alpha’s feelings AND have to suffer the walk back to your place in a goopy sticky mess.

Jungkook didn’t really give you a chance to make a decision before he was gently helping you tug off your garment, his sweater now drowning your much smaller figure.

Your mouth open and closed, no words coming out as you tried to thank him but also save your neck as Gaeun’s raspberry scent was turning dangerously sour.

“There, much better!” His lips turned up in the most breathtaking bunny smile you’d ever seen. “See you around okay?”

And with that the boy turned and walked away, a now pouty and whining Gaeun tugging on his arm looking like a child throwing a tantrum.

You felt like your feet where melting into the ground holding you hostage. Did that really just happen? Did Jeon Jungkook of all people on this ridiculously huge campus give you his equally ridiculously huge sweater?

You would convince yourself it most definitely was a dream if it wasn’t for the scent of fresh rain and lilacs that gripped your entire being, your knees suddenly becoming wobbly and your heart rate speeding up.

So this was the smell of an elite Alpha.

Sure you came from a family of pure Alphas who had a wide variety of scents but nothing compared to Jungkook’s scent.

Jungkook’s scent seeped deep into your bones, turning your brain into mush until all your omega could pitifully whine was Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.

Oh this was not good at all.

You shut your stupid Omega instincts that preened for the boy away as you scurried off in the opposite direction to your apartment. The sooner you took the delicious smelling garment off the sooner your mind would stop racing with foolish thoughts of a certain Alpha.

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The next morning you paced back and forth in your one room apartment, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your cardigan as you thought of ways to approach Jungkook and thank him for lending you his sweater yesterday.

You had baked him cookies as a thank you, said treats were packaged in a frog patterned bag with a silky purple bow holding it shut.

It wasn’t too childish was it?

What if he didn’t like cookies, what if he didn’t even want his sweater back cause you washed it and now it smells like you and he doesn’t want his lover to think he’s two-timing them and you’d unintentionally home wreck a beautiful relationship–

You rushed to your bedroom and dove head first into your nest, desperately gathering as much blankets as you could and rolling yourself up tightly in them.

The weight of the comforters gently eased your nerves that were building up into a panic attack.

You hummed to yourself as you willed your emotions to still, not wanting to ruin your day before it even started.

Jeon Jungkook wasn’t like Gaeun. He wouldn’t make you feel icky and sad like she did. His smile was friendly, not condescending like everyone else’s.

After a few minutes you unraveled yourself from your safety cocoon and gathered your things, ready to thank your savior.

Or maybe not.

You only had one class with Jungkook in the afternoon but it was almost impossible to approach the tall boy as he was always surrounded by numerous admirers.

You couldn’t blame the small crowd that followed him everywhere, I mean he was Jeon Jungkook for God’s sake.

Jungkook came from a family of Elite Alphas, much like yours. Elite Alphas were the top of the food chain, many becoming A list celebrities, doctors, or important business people.

To be born into an Elite Alpha line was nothing short of a great honor. Except for you.

Omegas weren’t rare but being born an omega from an Elite Alpha line certainly was. Omega’s we’re almost always looked down upon if they weren’t anything but obedient little caregivers. The highest position an Omega could have was a model, but only because they were already seen as objects to dress up and gawk at.

You got the short end of the stick Gaeun would tell you often. Not only were you an embarrassing Elite Omega but you were fat, nasty, ugly.

Sure you were curvier than the average student on your campus, your thighs thicker, hips wider and tummy softer but you weren’t a monster.

You always knew that although you had Elite blood running through your veins, it meant nothing as long as you were an Omega.

You peeked around the corner of the wall you were trying to hide behind from as you watched Jungkook bid his friends goodbye, no doubt making his way back to the Alpha dorm for his zero period.

Waiting three Mississippis, you half jogged down the hall to catch up to the raven-haired boy, slightly out of breath as you called out to him.

Jungkook pulled his earbud out from his right ear before turning, his head slightly tilted in surprise before he gave you the same friendly smile from yesterday when he saw who called him.

“Oh! Hey cherry!” You stopped before him, now it was your turn to tilt your head. “Um, cherry? Why am I- oh!” You awkwardly laughed and lightly smacked your forehead with your palm.

“Cause of the cherry smoothie I spilled all over myself yeah-“ oh this was painful.

Jungkook laughed lightly, clearly meaning the nickname with no ill intent.

“Was it that obvious it was cherry? Oh no did I really walk around smelling like that?” You thought out loud, Jungkook quirking a pierced eyebrow up in amusement at your rambling.

“No it wasn’t that strong you smell more like-“ He suddenly leaned in close giving you a clear reminder of how much larger he was compared to you. “Old books and sweet coffee. Cute.”

You squeaked and jumped back, your eyes wide as Jungkook leaned back, loud laughter rocking his shoulders happily.

You frowned and pushed the bag containing his sweater and treats into his arms.

“I was going to thank you for helping me yesterday but now I’m second guessing my decision…” you grumbled at the boy.

Jungkook wiped an imaginary tear from his eye before catching the bag in his arms.

His big eyes sparkled in interest as he dug his inked arm into the bag, pulling out your gratitude cookies.

“What’s this?” He smiled inspecting the cute packing.

“I’m bad at words so I hope you like cookies.” You explained with a shy smile.

Jungkook wasted no time in shoving the rest of the bag under one arm, his fingers working open the bag and popping a whole cookie into his mouth, moaning softly at the sweet taste.

You willed any improper thoughts away as you watched him savor his treat.

“These are really good! Did you make them?” He spoke around the cookie, looking like a happy bunny chewing away.

You blushed lightly at his praise, your pigtails bouncing as you nodded happily.

“Yep! I call them. Smeaches!”

Jungkook stopped mid bite into another cookie as he looked down at you muddled.

“A who?”

“A smeach!” You corrected him, “a sugar cookie but with a smidge of peach so you know, smeaches.”

You stated it so matter-of-factly that Jungkook almost felt foolish for questioning you.

There was a pause between you two before the Alpha erupted into another fit of laughter, getting the attention of a few passing students wondering why he was even talking to you.

“Smeaches, oh man that’s the best thing I’ve heard all year.” He groaned as his laughter was starting to cause an ache in his tummy.

You tried to look offended but his laughter was too infectious so you joined in with your own light giggle, happy that Jungkook liked his gift.

“Thank you for this…” he looked a little unsure, eyebrows raised a bit as he tried to remember your name.

“(Y/n)!” You introduced yourself with a shy smile.

“Oh right! Sorry I know we have a class together, I don’t know why I didn’t introduce myself to you sooner. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. It’s a pleasure.”

He held out a hand for you to shake which you didn’t hesitate to do, trying not to think too much about how his hand practically swallowed yours whole.

Of course you already knew his name, I mean this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about, who didn’t know him?

“The pleasure is all mine Jungkook.” You politely stated, a bit reluctant to drop your hand to your side awkwardly.

“Then, I’ll see you around yeah?”

You tried not to show the disappointment on your features as he took a step back, fixing the bag that was under his arm.

Maybe this would be the last time you got to talk to him, considering his popularity and how hard it was to get him alone.

Oh well, you paid his kindness forward that’s all you needed to do anyway.

“Yeah, see you!” You waved him goodbye, watching as he continued down the path to the dorms, happily munching on the cookies.

Except it wasn’t the last time you would run into the Alpha.

It wasn’t even a week since your last talk that he plopped down onto the bench next to you in the courtyard as you were writing a paper for your sociology class, catching you completely off guard.

He didn’t come alone, happily introducing you to his Beta friend Yugeom.

You learned that they were both majoring in Ethnomusicology, something that had you thinking he couldn’t be any cooler than he was now.

The three of you chatted for a bit before you needed to head to your next class, a promise to finish your conversation another time.

Slowly but surely your path would cross with Jungkook’s a friendly relationship blossoming between you both much to your excitement and Gaeun’s frustration.

Her bullying got worse the more you and Jungkook spoke to each other. What started off as verbal harassment was bleeding into a shoulder shove here or a jab from her elbow there.

You willed yourself to ignore her as much as possible. You were used to her commenting on your looks and bizarre mannerisms but when she poked your exposed arms and told you that nobody wanted to see a fat pig running around, you’d hug yourself and walk away as fast as you could, not daring to let her see the tears stinging your eyes.

You couldn’t help that your body was shaped different, that the trees bid you good day, that the clouds and the sky smiled back at you and that you were positive the stray cats you fed understood you.

You had a friend or two growing up but it was nothing compared to how Jungkook almost seemed to seek you out, a new friend trailing behind him waiting to meet the odd omega he would often bring up.

Even his friends thought you were strange. Not in a bad way of course, in an almost refreshing kind of way.

You weren’t afraid to speak your mind, you always gave them weird but yummy home baked treats and you didn’t seem to swoon over the fact that they were Alphas.

Most other people would try to use their sub-gender as a means to talk to them, always with the intent of mating or being close for future connections but you weren’t like that at all. You liked Jungkook and his friends for who they were.

Jungkook often thought about how it seemed like this was the first time you even had friends to begin with.

#jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #alpha jungkook #omega reader #chubby reader #female reader #abo au #non idol au #college au #bts x female reader #angst #kpop fanfic #reader insert #blancetude #blancetudefics

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eletricheart · 1 year

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Is it a deal?

(Katherine Pierce x Reader)

*image creds to the owner

Word count: 550

mostly fluff, idk how to do summaries •᷄⌓•᷅ (btw i lowkey killed everyone)

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The deal was simple, you would help Damon open the tomb and he would give you a vial of doppelganger blood. Of course you could easily get it yourself, but Damon has met you for too long and knew that it was best to set terms now than owe you.

Mystic Falls was boring, almost trapped in time. You would have to find a Bennet while Damon deals with family business, but at least the city has a bar.

The first time you saw Katherine was on your third day at the bar. You had already confirmed Bonnie's lineage and Damon decided to have a crush.

Katherine knew you, many did, you were smart enough to control the rumors running around, making them all picture you more dangerous than you truly are. Yes, you were a powerful witch, but nothing out of the ordinary, however the people didn't need to know that, their fear alone was enough to win anything.

At first, Katherine considered leaving, but she was intrigued by you, after all these years and she has yet to meet the Mikaelson's rival. So, she ordered a drink, sat in front of you at the corner table and simply stared with an arched eyebrow.

You smirked, being amused by her brave appearance. "Oh my, Damon is gonna be very disappointed when he doesn't see you on the tomb." You said, faking a pout.

She chuckled. "Unfortunately, I had a very tragic death. Did you not hear it?"

You leaned back. "So, what do you need?"

She took a sip of her drink before speaking. "Primarily, I want to kill Elena, but it's quite annoying with Stefan hanging around."

You place your hand in your chin, seriously looking at her. "And what do I get?"

Katherine smirked. "What do you need?"

You smiled. "You."

You dealt with Stefan, as promised. It was relatively easy, thankfully the Bennet was still learning magic, you've fought one of them once and it wasn't pretty. Damon was angry but it will pass…you think. Elena was beautifully dead and Katherine was happily torturing every inhabitant of the city. The vampire also kept her promised, finding it funny when all you truly asked was a vial of her blood and Elena's.

You stayed in town a while, watching her traumatize some humans, but eventually it got repetitive, so you chose to leave. Therefore, you invited the vampire for a movie night, picking Twilight mainly to anger her. It was around the second movie when she called for your attention.

Her face was still emotionless, fully staring at the projector. "Why are you leaving?"

You turned your face to see her. "There's nothing for me here."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "But I'm here."

You gave her a gentle smile. "Maybe I was planning to invite you…to travel with me."

Katherine turned to look at you. "Why would I do that? I have everything I've wanted here."

You shrugged. "I want you to live with me, not survive, live."

She smirked. "Is it deal?"

You laughed. "It's a deal."

She left with you, managed to make peace with Klaus, since he owned you one, and lived. She wasn't just a survivor anymore, now when someone would tell her story, she was always with you, it was the deal.

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masterlist

#katherine pierce x you #katherine pierce #katherine pierce x reader #katerina petrova #tvd fanfiction #tvd imagine #the vampire diaries #non canon #fanfic #tvd fic #tvd fandom #tvd katherine

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spankinganthologies · 15 days

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Bright Girl OTK - Fairies and Fairytales

I have always loved the spanking vignettes posted by @brightgirlotk (as well as all the rest of the stuff posted on her tumblr - science/ math, philosophy, humor, unclothed women...)

So it's ridiculous that I haven't added her before to the Spanking Anthologies collection!

(unfortunately, because of Tumblr being stupid, she's taken the best of her writing talents elsewhere for several years now - see

Caitlin Tureaud (@CaitlinTureaud) - Wattpad - Temporal Exploring 101 - First Transit)

She has many great topics to choose from but I chose to start with her stories of Fairie Time...

Willow-Leaf had no idea how she had even got here. Trailing a human trespasser in Eldaryn Wood, she had passed between the standing stones and suddenly found her herself in this strange place, with human people dressed in strange garb and speaking a strange language.

She did not know then that before the day was over she would be accused of shoplifting, get kissed by a human lad, get her bare bottom spanked, inadvertently start a fire and be bedded by a red-haired human girl.

I guess my friend Carol deserved extra points for authenticity: they certainly didn’t wear panties in medieval times.

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It was a visitation of sorts, but not an unpleasant one, at that. Ylsiphaistora and myself got along surprisingly well, considering that she had been sent to seduce me to the Dark. I was aware of her intentions, of course, but she had such pretty wings and boobs! In the end, I guess that both sides of the Great War were shocked when they learned that the two of us had elected to elope with each other to Places Unknown and Unheard Of.

I need to try this. Preferably in a faraway place where nobody knows me.

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LinkPinup FanArt by CrisDelaraArt

The elven girl was eager to prove herself. Maybe a bit too eager: on her first day on the elven border patrol, she volunteered for a one-elf mission to secretly enter the human lands to check their military forces and fortifications. The human ranger who intercepted her immediately realized he was dealing with a rookie. He took her over the knee and spanked her little elven butt to a bright red before he sent her back to her squad. Upon her return, what had transpired on her mission was obvious to anyone who caught a glimpse of the telltale color of her butt under her short elven cloak. Her comrades were tactful enough not to mention it in her presence. Surely, she would learn from mistakes like everybody else had.

Red Riding Hood had been summoned to visit her Grandma asap so the old lady could ‘have a word with her’. This didn’t sound good, Red Riding Hood thought. The old lady had repeatedly criticized her for the way she dressed. In fact there was a good chance that Red might get her tight little backside spanked at Grandma’s place. Well, there was little that could be done about that. Swinging her little butt that peeked out under her short skirt, Red Riding Hood started on her journey to Grandma’s house in the forest.

brightgirlotk

I feel a strange affinity for that picture. As if that girl in the picture were me, scribbling arcane formulas and equations. You can even see Schrödinger's cat playing with a ball of wool.

brightgirlotk

Choosing a suitable whipping girl for the adolescent royal princess was a necessary if somewhat wearisome task, though there was by no means a lack of young ladies of noble lineage who applied for that position – a position that entailed acquaintance not only with the princess and her tutors, but also with various members of the royal family.

brightgirlotk

To find a suitable mortal to perform the ritual had been easy. These days, mortals were so very susceptible to any kind of glamor or illusion, so ready to be goaded into doing what you wanted, their very thoughts and emotions so easy to read. That woman here had a daughter who had recently entered some place of higher learning, but the daughter was acting irresponsibly, spending her mother’s hard earned coin without a care. It had been child’s play to use the woman’s anger to induce her to perform the ritual beating. Which she was doing exceptionally well, the nymph thought somewhat ruefully. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire. Surely, this must be enough to satisfy Artemis and the minor deities.

Karen blinked. Here she was, in her familiar living-room, but for a moment, she had imagined herself to be in a grotto laid out with exquisite carpets, doing … something she couldn’t remember. ‘Something needful’, she murmured, confused and somewhat shaken. Speaking of needful, she needed to confront Katie and make that girl see some sense. Karen’s 19-year-old daughter yet had to learn that her ill-considered actions might have unpleasant consequences. It was then that Karen realized she was holding something in her right hand. Some sort of a switch, it appeared. A picture of Katie’s jeans-clad backside flashed through her mind. And suddenly she understood what had to be done. Keeping a tight hold on the switch, Karen briskly made for her daughter’s room.

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(replacement photo)

brightgirlotk

‘Still tired? Did you indulge in another little bit of late night entertainment last night, Jennifer?’ There were shocked gasps from several of the other servants. Mary was the only one of them who was allowed to call me by my first name. We had been friends and had played together when we were little. Now I was the earl’s daughter who was going to inherit estate and title, and Mary was one of the chamber maids. Since my parents had left to spend three months abroad, Mary had taken to not just teasing me, but making fun of me in front of the other servants. This could not be tolerated, and Mary was aware of that. 'You know you are not to speak to me in such a disrespectful tone, Mary’, I scolded her, hoping that she would have the grace to at least look embarrassed. I had no such luck. 'Are you going to discipline me, then?’ 'I may have to’, I replied. Although I had never done that myself, I knew that my mother chastised the maids when necessary, and I knew where she kept the implements. 'Ouch.’ Mary said it with a grin. She really left me no choice. 'Bend over’, I ordered, 'now.’ For a moment, I thought I saw a pleased smile on her face. I fetched a cane, and Mary bent over and raised her skirts, humbly presenting her bottom. As the other servants watched, I administered three strokes to her bare backside. 'Stay like that.’ I traced the marks on her smooth skin with my finger tips. She shuddered and moaned softly. I cleared my throat. 'You may get up now and prepare a bath for me. You may attend me while I take my bath.’ 'Very well’. Mary’s face had gained some color. I went to my rooms and undressed, lost in thoughts, as Mary filled hot water into the tub. I was not really surprised when somewhat later she undressed and, with a playful smile, joined me in the tub.

brightgirlotk

After my inexcusable outburst at the dinner table, with all of our guests in attendance, it was clear that there would be consequences. Our new governess, Kathleen Amberhurst, had been sent for and was now quietly conversing with my mother. When she had been first introduced to me and my sister, Ms Amberhurst had made it very clear that she considered neither me nor Eileen too old to get disciplined. A week later, I had watched her apply a switch to my sister’s bare bottom. So I rather knew what to expect. After a few strokes, Eileen had been bawling. Chances were that I would be bawling too, a few minutes from now. Afterwards, I would have to return to the party and behave as if nothing had happened. Our dinner guests were regarding me with expressions that ranged from pity to amusement. The governess concluded her discusson with my mother and walked over to where I was sitting. She regarded me coolly. ‘So, Miss Evelyn, your mother informed me that you and me need to have a little talk. Let us take care of that in your room, shall we?’

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My sister Allie and I had been so excited to discover that ancient book of spells in our granddad’s old study. The spells were all in Latin, which neither of us could read.

“What kind of spell is this, do you think?” my sister asked, pointing to some random page.

“Well, let’s try and find out,” I proposed.

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A very happy naughty angel

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Just when Red Riding Hood thought she knew exactly what was going to happen next, it started to snow, and everything changed.

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transgenderer · 8 months

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The Neanderthal genome sequences we were working with were unfortunately full of errors. We could see as much because the data suggested that several times more mutations had occurred on the Neanderthal lineage than on the modern human lineage after the two sequences separated from their common ancestors. Most of these apparent mutations could not be real, since mutations occur at an approximately constant rate over time, and as the Neanderthal bones were ancient, they were actually closer in time to the common ancestor than are present-day human genomes, and so should have accumulated fewer mutations. Based on the degree of excess mutations on the Neanderthal lineage, we estimated that the Neanderthal sequences we were working with had a mistake approximately every two hundred DNA letters. While this might sound small, it is actually much higher than the rate of true differences between Neanderthals and present-day humans, so most of the differences we found between the Neanderthal sequence and present-day human sequences were errors created by the measurement process and not genuine differences between the Neanderthal and present-day human genomes. To deal with the problem, we restricted our study to positions in the genome that are known to be variable among present-day humans. At these positions, an error rate of about 0.5 percent was too low to confuse the interpretation. Based on these positions, we designed a mathematical test for measuring whether Neanderthals were more closely related to some present-day humans than to others.

The test we developed is now called the “Four Population Test,” and it has become a workhorse for comparing populations. The test takes as its input the DNA letters seen at the same position in four genomes: for example, two modern human genomes, the Neanderthal, and a chimpanzee. It examines whether, at positions where there is a mutation distinguishing the two modern human genomes that is also observed in the Neanderthal genome— which must reflect a mutation that occurred prior to the final separation of Neanderthals and modern humans— the Neanderthal matches the second human population at a different rate from the first. If the two modern humans descend from a common ancestral population that separated earlier from the ancestors of Neanderthals, there is no reason why the mutation is more likely to have been passed down one modern human line than another, and thus the rate of matching of each of the two modern human genomes to Neanderthal is expected to be equal. In contrast, if Neanderthals and some modern humans interbred, the modern human population descended from the interbreeding will share more mutations with Neanderthals.

-David Reich. Who We Are and How We Got Here

really like descriptions of clever techniques for getting good results out of bad data

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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HAPPY ONE YEAR MY DARLING 🥺❤️

I wanna say I am so happy and honoured to be able to watch your blog grow more and more. You have worked so hard this past year and I have loved reading every single thing!

Now here is my little challenge for you (I know you will knock it out the park)

You Saw The Good In Me When No One Else Would

LOVE YOUUUU ❤️

Topaz: thank you, loml, your support has quite literally been apart of the reason i'm still here doing this. you help me write some amazing things, sometimes kicking and screaming while doing so, and you're always here to scream about it, or listen to me scream. you mean the world to me and to my blog. love you to the moon and back~

You Saw The Good In Me When No One Else Would

✧Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) ✧Genre: fluff ✧Au: fantasy ✧Word Count: 1,016 ✧Warnings: mentions of fighting, violence, race hate, wounds ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI ✧Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team <3

“You saw the good in me when no one else would,” Yeosang said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked out your garden window.

You ducked your head, feeling your face heat up. “Of course,” You murmured quietly, “There’s nothing wrong with you, Yeosang.”

“The entire village attempted to warn you, though,” Yeosang continued, deep in his thoughts.

You sighed. You remembered it well. A half breed elf was no good; even more so when their other half was orc. Not good enough for the elves and too pretty for the orcs. Yeosang didn’t belong anywhere. That’s how he felt, and what he’d been told, until he met you.

You had been searching for early spring fiddleheads, nice and tender, and perfect to eat with vinegar, if you came across them at the right time before they turned into ferns. Yeosang had unfortunately crushed some when he had passed out in the forest but you weren't concerned with that at the time.

You had managed to fashion a stretcher to pull him back to your cottage. You went to work, making a poultice to heal his wounds. You nursed Yeosang through his fever as he fought off infection from the wound in his side. Everything was fine until Mingi burst into your cottage, wanting to impress you with the new stack of firewood he had cut up for you.

"Rose… What in the green goddess is that?" Mingi asked, sounding horrified.

"Mingi!" You scolded him, "I found him passed out in the forest. I had to help him. You know it's against a white witch's creed to leave anything injured to die!"

Mingi couldn't keep the disdain off his face. "But that?"

"Out, out!" You insisted, "I can't have negative energy messing up with the healing."

"But Rose, what if--!" Mingi looked scared for your well-being.

"I'll deal with it, Mingi, good day!" You slammed the door in his face and that was that.

Or so you thought. Once the entire village got wind of the half orc half elf slumbering in your cottage, it became a problem. No one felt safe going to you for their healing droughts anymore. No one wanted to buy the vegetables and herbs that seemed to grow better on your plot of land. Only your most steadfast customers who believed in you continued to buy but that wasn't enough to keep you afloat.

When Yeosang woke up, he was confused at first. He didn't remember anything about squeezing himself into a cottage. He certainly would have remembered your sweet voice and rosy disposition, however. When you explained to him what happened, he was wary, of course. Being called a mongrel all his life did that to him.

But when you treated him with respect and courtesy and never mocked his lineage, Yeosang slowly became comfortable with you. Then when he came to realize that it was because of his presence that you were struggling, well, Yeosang was determined to pay you back. Once he was capable of walking, he went back to the forest where he had passed out. Yeosang had been crafty enough to spell his gold in a secret location that only he could find. He hauled the chest back to your cottage and put it on your table with a grin--until the weight of the chest made your table break.

You tried to refuse but Yeosang insisted on paying for his wounds being tended to and the room and board. Eventually you didn’t feel guilty pulling from his chest every once and a while, and it put a satisfied smile on Yeosang’s face when you did.

The villagers put to rest their dislike of Yeosang eventually as well. He protected the village, and even wove a spell from his elf heritage to keep it hidden from people with ill-intentions. Yeosang also went back to being a mercenary, acquiring wealth for both you and the village. Everything seemed to be okay.

Until Yeosang asked you that rainy day to speak to you about something important.

So here you were, listening to him while staring at that broad back of his and his pointed ears still making you smile.

“I am forever in your debt, Rose,” Yeosang said, finally turning around.

“Yeosang,” You shook your head, “You’ve already paid me back.”

Yeosang shook his head. “No, do not mean monetary values. I mean, you have helped me build a life, one that isn’t paved with blood and death. I have made friends, I have made a home, and I am no longer spit on as if I am lesser.”

“Oh Sangie,” You couldn't help but sigh.

A look of determination grew on Yeosang’s face. “You’ve also given me another gift.”

“Oh?” You thought he was done his thank-you speech.

Yeosang clasped your hands between his, being very gentle because of the size difference. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Rose.”

Your jaw dropped immediately. “Yeo-Yeosang!” You stuttered.

The grip on your hands tightened, but only slightly. “I have to tell you and I’m sorry for being blunt but I do not have a way with words like my elf kin do. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you have me?”

Hope shone from Yeosang’s eyes, his curly hair falling into his eyes. He blinked and you couldn't help the tears that fell down your cheek.

“I love you, Yeosang. I have loved you since I began to tend to your wounds. I fell in love with your beautiful face first, but when you awoke, I fell in love with who you are. You are fiercely protective and have a sense of honor that puts others to shame. My heart is safe in your hands.”

Yeosang let out a roar, hugging you to his chest and lifting you off your feet. You squealed, part in the suddenness, but also in happiness. He twirled you around and then set you on your feet. “May I kiss you, sweet Rose?”

Yeosang wiped away your tears and kissed you, oh so careful of his tusks. You ignored them, greedily eating at his lips. Yeosang was taken back. He had never received such an eager kiss from another before. He hoped it was only the beginning of more he could enjoy in his future life with you.

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miriasuu · 9 hours

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Helloooo

First, love your art

Second, cause I’m curious and interested. Is Nerine an elf? Y'know cause of the ears and that

Have a nice day!

Hi hi!! Ty for the ask!

The short answer is: not at all! she's human!

Long answer: her maternal family descends from spirits (these being fairies) and uses them for the source of their magic (elemental). Those with the aptitude can see, interact and use them. In addition, they have enormous concentration of mana, which as a side effect alters their bodies slightly — big pointy ears! so they were referred to as "elves" by their peers (in reference to folklore creatures, and tbh they might have originated some haha) because of their unique appearance. they're humans, but with long ears and great connection to mana, and thus, very strong in raw power.

The family, however, was dwindling in numbers over the course of time, and they feared vanishing entirely. So, that's where marriages with other mages come in, but its not any different from regular mages marrying strong families to pass on their magic crests, really. Nerine's mom married an alchemist mage.

Unfortunately for Nerine, she didn't inherit her mom's magic/aptitude, so she was ostracised by her and went on to inherit her father's magic crest instead. She made sort of a roundabout way to be able to use fairies in her magic via alchemy, and being able to increase her mana concentration temporarily (thus her ears grow for this short period of time), but she's still much weaker than her family. Her younger sister was the one who inherited her mother's magic, so they didn't get along very well.

Furthermore, after participating in her 2nd holy grail war (she died in her 1st and was brought back to life for a 2nd via an anomalous grail), she ended up winning and wished to be able to restore her declining family's lineage and be able to see the fairies. So now she has perma big ears! (she also found the hidden "elf" association and studied under them… and she has a Very Big lifespan now, but thats not important here w)

Anyway, the biggest reason i made her like this is because i LOVE elves. thats all really. so i made a way for it to exist in my fate au and for nerine to be like, an "elf" ojou. spirits, mystical beasts, all that jazz exists in fate already so its not entirely unreasonable. hahahaha

Have a nice day you too!

#ask #feel free to ask about my ocs anytime!#thats the only way i'll ever loredump i fear #but ty for the ask!!!#nerine gallagher

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skippyv20 · 1 year

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Our Prayer List 🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend and her mother who both have Covid.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s church friend’s husband who is in the last stage of life and preparing to go home with God awaiting him.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s family whose lineage is greatly affected by cancer in the family.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s brother in Spain. Unfortunately, over the past two days he has been having terrible pain in his toe and is needing high levels of pain relief. The doctors have decide to keep him on antibiotics. Prayers they work, and prayers for his partner.

Prayers and good thoughts for Baby Roy who has passed away. Praying for comfort for his parents, and family as they mourn his loss. Praying for Baby Roy as he makes his journey home to God. Prayers and good thoughts for our friend who is terrible pain with her back and sciatica down her right leg to her foot. She also has 4 ruptured disks, 2 of which are torn. They have done a laser ablation of the nerves in her upper lumbar region which helped some. Also, she has had several epidurals in her lower lumbar & sacroilliac joints but that hasn't helped. She has an appointment with a neurosurgeon on the 14th.

Prayer and good thoughts for our friend’s newborn grandson who was admitted to the NICU yesterday with a Group B Strep infection. Baby Elliott was intubated last night and placed on a ventilator. Please pray for him, his parents, and his grandmother.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s beloved nephew, Norbert. He is heartbroken after a breakup and is depressed.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s friend in Turkey who has already had news of two fatalities in her family, and is awaiting news of others in her family who are missing. Prayers for all in Turkey.

Prayers and good thoughts for Rob who may have a re =tear in knee and need further surgery.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend who is going through a very difficult time. Her husband is divorcing her after 33 years. After the first hearing, the judge is having him give her so little that she will have no place she can afford to live, while he has already gotten himself a new house. She fears her attorney is firing her due to how emotional she is. The day after the first hearing she had to go to the hospital for kidney failure, she has stage 4 heart failure, a tumor in her lung and leg. Please pray for judge to rule in her favour.

Prayers and good thoughts our friend’s brother in law. He has severe heart failure and he had colon cancer removed last nov. He must get chemo to be put on heart life saving machine but heart is too weak for chemo. This is his 3rd week in the hospital and the prognosis is he might live a couple months. Prayers and good thoughts for our friend who has been battling depression long-term due to trauma and the resulting difficult circumstances.

Prayers and good thoughts for Karen. She has been through much medically, and her sister is worried about her mentally handling changes.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s little boy who will be going through treatment for speech impediment. We pray for his quick success.

Prayers and good thoughts for our dear friend whose disability renewal was denied. She has another battle ahead.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s father who has been diagnosed with early stage dementia.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s son-in-law’s mother. She has cancer in her spine, leg and lung. She will be having surgery on her spine. This woman raised 4 boys by herself, her now 23 year old son is severely autistic and needs 24/7 care, which his mom has provided him his entire life. She is only 64 years old, a wonderful person, warm, loving and very independent. My heart breaks for her. Please also pray for my son in law - he is in the Navy, fortunately stationed only a few hours from his mom. He has power of attorney for his mom and his brother’s care - he has some very difficult and no doubt heart wrenching decisions to make.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s friend whom has been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer called Myelodysplastic Syndrome, or MDS. She is undergoing chemo and waiting for the bone marrow transplant.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend’s daughter who is struggling. She is in much pain mentally. We prayer for her family as well as they try desperately to help her.

Prayers and good thoughts for our friend who is battling an undiagnosed mental illness which led to decisions with consequences. Praying for her to stay strong in faith, for her family issues to be resolved. Also, for her to be free of financial hardship.

Prayers and good thoughts for Baby James and his heart brother Matthew. Also their heart brother Conrad

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omg WHO is this mythias

He is my son, my guy, my dude, my boy, my player character in the Curse of Strahd campaign my friend runs in D&D for our group :>

He's an Elf Druid, has ADHD(-i) and also lost most of his memory up till the last 5 years (and since he's an elf, that means he's missing about... 168 years of his life). He became an Archeologist to search for clues as to how he lost his memories, which is why I dressed him like bootleg Indiana Jones :’) He likes puns, is addicted to dream pies (but recovering with the help of our cleric) and also has a very, very cursed staff.

[I guess spoilers for Curse of Strahd] The premise of the Curse of Strahd is that you and your party get caught in a heavy mist that transports you to Barovia, the land controlled by Count Strahd, the BBEG. This happened to our party and ever since, we've been trying to find our way out but it's become clear to us that the only way out is to uh.. get rid of Strahd basically. Unfortunately he is very powerful and very evil and we are but level 6 characters right now.

Anyway, a couple sessions ago we ran into someone (or she ran into us I should say) who recognised my guy Mythias under a different name! And I recognised her but only from some dreams I had, in which we uh.. held hands and danced together 😳 Anyway, here we meet her, her name is Ezmeralda and I love her so much:

Turns out my boy is from here, and not from Faerûn (regular D&D dimension) like the others! Once she’s calmed down, Ezmeralda tells me my backstory: I was born here, raised in an Elven druid commune, shielded from the rest of Barovia and most of Strahd’s influence. But as I grew up I grew restless and wanted to know what was out there, so I became an adventurer. I left the commune and saw the horrors of the land firsthand. I met a group of adventurers who’d been brought here through the mist, befriended them and became a part of their party. Then Ezmeralda met us and the two of us... fell in love. She didn’t mention that last part, but Mythias told her about one of the dreams he had and held her hand to illustrate what he saw and she... held his hand back! So there are still some left over feelings between the two of them and it’s been making me go insane for the past 3 months sjakdhflkjhsd

She also told me how we had tried to sneak into Strahd’s castle, but the mission went severely awry and one by one our party members fell, struck down by the monsters we were fighting and when she saw me go down as well, Ezmeralda managed to drag me and herself out of there, aided by an invisibility potion. She stole a carriage and fled with her unconscious friend and lover, leaving the others behind unable to save them all. She got to the mist barrier and, because of her lineage, passed through it into Faerûn and got me to a hospital, paid for all expenses and left to go back to Barovia. I woke up who knows how long after that with absolutely zero memory of what happened or who I was and decided to name myself Mythias, because that was the only name I could think of at the time. When I told her my name was Mythias during our first encounter since I came back to Barovia, she laughed at my face and went ‘Oh, you’re Mythias? Hon, that’s your father!’ so I guess we now know where he got the name :’)

And uh, turns out Ezmeralda had something else she needed to tell him:

UUHHHH!!

So turns out I have a son :') His name is Dendrias, shortened to Denny, he's a 4,5 year old Half-Elf and I met him during our last session and I love him so much 🥺😭 Ezmeralda took us to the hidden commune so I could meet my dad, and my uncle and my little boy. All of em are druids and I feel very at home here.

Unfortunately that puts me in a very difficult position, because now I’m going to have to choose to either stay and take care of my son or to leave again to finish what we started!

And that’s where we are now and I’ve been poring myself over this dilemma for the past couple of weeks haha *sweats*

PS. For all non-Dutchies out there I put an English translation for each picture in their respective Alt-text.

Was this one the last straw be honest:

#ask away #undeactivateable #I hope this answers your question ;)#I've been kind of obsessed with him and Ezmeralda since the first reveal where she saw him called him by a different name and slapped him #aka the scene I drew in those first four pages #I originally had them arranged two by two but tumblr drafts was like 'did you mean to....Not do that lmao' and refuses to let me do it agai #anyway this is my son!#mythias #or Sylvias like Ezmeralda calls him #mythias & ezmeralda #ezmeralda #mythias masterpost #thank you for asking!!!#dnd #d&d #my own art tag....forgotten...... how......#orz #I put it in the reblogged version tho the one with my kid in it

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