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bump1nthen1ght · 11 months

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To Be Cherished (Dragon x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Male!Dragon x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Slight infantilization (of the reader)

Word Count: 2255 words

Summary: You'd never thought of yourself as the "darling" type; That seemed more fitting for demure nobility, fawned over by their one true love. Usually a knight, or a duke, or someone else.

But dragons were never ones to play by the rules.

Request: heyo, if it’s okay, could i have a male dragon taking a transmasc (or just gn) human to be their pet? kind of just petting and praising the reader, saying things like “good boy/pet” to them? thank you!

A/N: Another dragon! Feels like I haven't written a proper dragon fic in forever, glad to be back.

I wasn't sure if this request wanted NSFW, so I decided to play it safe and do SFW. But if people want a NSFW second part (or another part in general!), I'd be glad to continue this!

When you started this day, you had expected mundanity. Thats what your whole life up to this point had been, a slightly-changing list of chores on the same land your family has worked on for generations. It may have been boring to some, knowing that some towns folk would refer to your family as ‘simple people’, but you always brushed it off. You loved your life! You loved the ever present routines and the beautiful rolling hills, even the gray-blue mountains that seemed to loom over like a fog. It was nice, your life was nice!

Now, looking down the muzzle of a dragon, you think you may have benefitted from exploring a bit more. Maybe if you had gone into town more, talked to more adventuring parties, you’d have the proper response ready when you found a Dragon sitting in your pumpkin patch.

“Hello?”

You mutter, which has the dragon cocking its head. It’s eyes are frighteningly large, giant pools of yellow with a menacing black slit at the center. they sit several feet above you, even with its head tilted low to look at you. A wave of its hot breath rolls over you like a summer breeze, it’s nostrils right by your face.

“H-how can I help you?”

The dragon doesn’t move, just letting it’s third eyelid flit between, only adding to its uncaring (?) gaze,

“Uhmm…” You mutter, looking at your basket. “I have some cucumber, some eggplant, some tomato-” You hold up a fresh, fat red tomato to the dragon's nose, “-if you want some?”

You know dragons prefer more luxurious gifts, but maybe it's hungry? Whatever it wants, it can have, you’re just hoping it doesn’t sees you as the meal.

Another wave of breath is snorted over you, ruffling your overalls and the straw hat on your head. Your hands shake, still tired from harvesting all your vegetables this morning, your nails caked in dirt. You’re sure you look a mess right now, especially in front of something as regal as a dragon, you hope the smell of sweat and soil is enough to deter it from eating you.

The dragon eyes the tomato, but does nothing to eat it. You slowly put it back into your basket.

“Sorry, that’s all I’ve got it. Just a farmer, as you can tell.” You rub the back of your neck, mayb you could appease to it’s sense of humor? Dragons love wiley adventurers, don’t they? “I’ve been told I can make a mean brisket, though. W-would you like some of that?”

The dragon blinks again, but this time you see the sides of its mouth begin to curl up, it’s tail flitting behind it. Is it…smiling?

“Yes.” The dragon’s booming voice nealry rocks you backwards, just as noble and threatening sounding as you thought it would be. “I think you will do, just fine.”

Before you can even stutter out a “What?” the dragon's claw descends upon you, gingerly wrapping around your torso as its wings extend. The ground rumbled as it flaps the giant wings, pushing it’s massive body off the ground with you still in it’s paw. You’re gobsmacked, no words and breath left to exclaim as it begins to take off into the air. A million and one thoughts and panics run through your mind, but as quickly as you realize you are being kidnapped, you black out.

—--

You’ve never actually swam in a lake, but if it was anything like this 30 foot cavern-bath you were taking, you were clearly missing out.

You had woken up in a dark cave, so far underground that the only light source were the various braziers and bioluminescent mushrooms decorating the walls. Laying on top a pile of furs, you noticed how surprisingly intact your body still was before noticing the dragon sitting nearby. It’s only when the dragon huffs that you jerk upward and look at the beast.

“Oh….hello again.” You say, trying not to freak the fuck out. The beast is just a mere 20 feet away from you, the tip of his (at least you think its a he) tail just close enough to tilt up your chin. The dragon hums, appraising you, its lips curling into that same intimidating smile.

“You look so cute when you sleep, pet. I was wondering if you would ever wake up.”

Your jaw would’ve dropped if not for the sharp scales pointing it upwards. This is really not what you were expecting.

The tail moves to your cheek and coerces to tilt your head to one side, then the other. The dragon hums again.

“What nice features. I feel awfully lucky to have found you dear, before you had to suffer any more hard labor.”

Hey, it wasn’t that hard.

You rebut in your thoughts, not daring to speak out of turn. The dragon doesn’t seem to be dangerous…not yet.

The tail moves down your chest and to your hands, lifting them up by the wrists but not pulling you uncomfortably. The dragon leans its head closer, its black scales shining like mother-of-pearl in the mushrooms glow. It tsks. “Workers hands, I loathe the fool who callused these hands. Who has you breaking your back, picking those fruits.” The tail reaches up, and pats you on the head, almost like a dog. “But you mustn’t worry, my pet, you won’t have to do that anymore.”

“I-I think there may be a misunderstanding.” You meekly say, almost a whisper. The dragon tilts its head, still amused. “I appreciate your kindness, dragon, but I wasn’t an indentured servant. Those fields were my own, I chose to work in them, and wasn't forced to do anything.” Your shoulders shrug up, trying to appear grateful but embarrassed at the mix up. “So you can take me back, I promise I wasn’t being hurt.”

The dragon looks at you, not saying anything and still having the amused look on his face. You feel sweat bead on the back of your neck, trying to avoid losing eye contact, showing disrespect or weakness. But the tail simply tips up your chin again, the dragon chuckling.

“Oh no my dear pet, I’m afraid you have misunderstood.” The dragon stands up on its paws, circling around the piles of furs yet keeping his tail under your chin. “ I know you weren’t imprisoned, you just didn’t know any better.”

You furrow your brow. That literally explained nothing.

“You will find your accomadations much more suitable for you now, my dear. Now, lets get you cleaned.”

The dragon’s tail nudges you backwards, turning you to see the large cavernous pool of water behind you.

Huh, that's why it’s so humid in here.

The dragons tail moves down to your shoulder, moving with enough finesse to pull down a single strap of your overalls. Your eyes go wide and you find yourself stumbling away.

“I c-can undress myself!” You squeal, before catching the way the dragon’s brow furrows. “I-uhm- thank you. But I can manage.”

The dragon chuckles, retracting his tail.

“Of course dear, I forgot how important clothing was for human propriety. Here,” The dragon sits up again, sitting around the rim of the bath, though facing away. That long tail flops over the side and stirs the bath water, the fragrant steams of lavender and bergamot bath salts wafting across, “I won’t even look.”

You shrug. You think thats about as much privacy as you’re going to get.

—--

To his credit, that bath was amazing. You don’t think you’ve ever been this clean in your entire life, having grown comfortable with a base level of sweat and grime.

Still, did he have to get rid of my clothes?

You’re not sure how he did it, but when you stepped out of the bath all that remained as a silk robe and fluffy slipper for your to wear. No sign of those well-worn overalls. He even had you do a spin as you got out, cooing at the outfit.

“My, my, now don’t you look handsome?”

You rub the back of your neck, not quite sure how to feel. Embarrassed, flattered? The growl from your stomach does the hard part of filling the silence for you.

“Lets get you some food, huh?”

The dragon leads to a different part of the cave, an outcropping with a gigantic dining room table, several blankets and quilts, and a circular bed in the center. Theres a stack of books, paper and pencils by the bed, but what draws your attention is the platter of delicious food on the table. You walk a little too eagerly to the table, the site of a freshly roasted chicken and potatoes tempting you in. When you sit down, you try not to lunge for it. This is the most luxurious food you’ve ever seen, plates of figs and rinds of cheese for you to snack on, alongside various other fruits. You give the dragon a side eye, wondering if you could start.

The dragon nudges your chair, effectively pushing you in, and gestures with its head for you to eat. Trying to keep some sense of propriety, you use the fancy silverware to your right instead of just digging in with bare hands. You even try to take a delicate bite of one of the chicken wings, but find yourself quickly melting under the flavor.

You were right, this is the best food you have ever eaten.

“Do you like it?”

You nod, taking another large bite. The dragon chuckles, laying down its head and just watching you. You swallow and give it a smile. A real one.

“Yes, thank you. I…don’t know what to say.” You take another quick bite of a nearby fig, almost moaning at the sweet taste. “How’d you get all this?”

“I have my ways, sweetling.” The dragon winks.

“Well, good job because this is incredible.”

You eat until your belly’s full, the lingering heat from the bath weighing down your muscles and making you feel drowsy. Sitting back in your chair you hum in content, before looking at the dragon. He still watches you, that pleased smile on his face.

“Uhm, could I ask you your name?” You set aside your plate, brushing imaginary crumbs off your robe. “I feel like I don’t know anything about you.”

“My name is Nyryym, dear.”

“Na-rim?” You enunciate, smiling when the dragon nods. “Nice to meet you, my name is ____.”

Nyryym nods, sitting upward so his head lies above the table, looking down at you. “A fitting name for my adorable pet.” He uses his tail to tilt your chin, admiring the way you fluster and blush. Your body responds almost naturally, that drowsiness from before weakening your resolve.

“Yeah, about that-” You swallow, a shaky smile on your face, “What’s the plan? Like, do you want me to do something or…” you gesticulate randomly. You’ve heard of dragons enjoying human talents before, like taking dancers or musicians, artists and poets to keep them entertained. But those were usually carefully curated picks, often from a big city or a royal court. You were just a farmer and while you’d like to think you're witty and charming, you didn’t have any extraordinary talents. “I c-can clean, or cook, maybe-” You look at the big pile of books near your bed, “Read to you?” You’d sometimes read to the children next door, putting on funny voices and such.

Nyryym chuckles again, patting you on the head with his tail.

“That is very sweet of you to offer, pet. You are such a dutiful sweetling. But I do not require you to do anything.” He sweeps his tail around your waist, nudging you to stand up and walk towards him. “Your company shall be delight enough, pet.”

“O-okay.” You nod, eyeing the large bed nearby. Surely he didn’t mean..

Well, you’re not gonna even broach that topic.

“I’m happy to help, Nyryym.”

His smile is less disconcerting than you thought it would be, especially with a mouth full of teeth that could grind your bones into dust. Nyrymm draws you even closer to him, his tail now fully wrapped around your waist. His head leans down dangerously close, enough that you yave to coach yourself not flinch away. Another hot breath of air blows through your hair, when you realize he’s smelling you.

Nyryym lets out a content sigh, rubbing your stomach with the tip of his tail. It almost tickles. After another sniff, he opens his eyes and stares you down.

“That’s a good pet. How about we retire for the night?”

You both look toward the bed, luxuriously plush and practically begging to be slept in. The combination of shock, the bath, the food and a morning full of work beforehand urges you to lie down. Now knowing that Nyryym doesn’t plan to eat you, that urge is even more compelling. So you nod, letting him guide you to the bed.

Laying down in the cotton sheets confirms your suspicions; You’re fucking exhausted. Your body sinks into the cushions, immediately pulling up the blankets to tuck yourself in. Nyrymm curls around the bed, lying his head so it's parallel to yours.

“Good night, my sweet pet.” He says, rubbing your face with his tail one last time.

“Good night, Nyryym.”

The hum of the cave and Nyryym’s heavy breathing, alongside everything else, quickly lulls you to sleep. It might be the best sleep you’ve ever had.

You guess things could be worse.

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neteyamsoare · 2 months

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new beginnings / nor is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: anonymous. anon who asked about nor headcanons here! I'd love to read your thoughts on what the beginnings of a romantic relationship between nor and the sarentu reader would be like, and the new little ways they might show affection to each other while getting used to their new dynamic (having been close friends their whole lives, but only recently confessing their love for each other after years of mutual pining). thanks so much! ☺

ಇ current game. nor and you start the beginning of your new life away from tap together.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fem! sarentu! reader, slight violence ( not to reader or nor ), confession, headcanon format + fluff. words. 786.

ಇ things to note. i might have strayed a bit from your request but i hope you can still enjoy as i only added in their past to build a story : masterlist / previous fic / taglist.

ᝰ The two of you were always inseparable from when you were younger.

ᝰ When your older sister, Ah’ari died, Nor was the one to comfort you, always giving you a shoulder to cry on. Anything you needed he was there for you.

ᝰ When Mercer sent in those guards to kill them, Nor wanted to protect you however he could by pushing you behind him while you wrapped your arms around his torso not wanting to lose him.

ᝰ You had noticed your feelings for him at that moment, your heart eleventh as you cling onto him, you couldn’t even imagine living a world without him.

ᝰ If you ever lost him, you would probably shut down. So in your last moments, you decided to do something you never thought you would gain the courage to do.

ᝰ “Nor?” You spoke softly and he turned his head slightly to face you with a small smile on his face. “Hmm?”

ᝰ “If we don’t make it out alive… I just want to tell you that I’m in love with you… always have been,” you rambled as you see the shock expression he carried.

ᝰ “Just know you don’t have to feel…” he interrupts you as he presses his lips against yours, it was a risky move to do this when he could get shot at any minute but there was no way he could exit this life without knowing this feeling of how your lips would feel against his.

ᝰ He could feel the tears filling his eyes, knowing that any second you will be gone, he planned to do so many things with you once he expressed his feelings but those were only a dream now.

ᝰ Once the two of you pull away from each other, ignoring the gazes that Teylan and Ri’nela were giving you, he notices the tears making their way down your cheeks and immediately wipes them away so they wouldn’t stain your beautiful cheeks.

ᝰ Nor pulls you closer to him as he embraces you tighter waiting for the inevitable but the door opens, revealing Alma with a gun as she hurriedly shoots the officers before they could harm her.

ᝰ Before Nor gets into the pod, he kisses your forehead, rubbing the back of your palm, as he whispers a sweet see you later and you smile as Alma closes your pod.

ᝰ Sixteen years later, you are all awakened from the pods, a bit confused. As soon as you climb out of the pod while you listen to so’lek talk, Nor pulls you into his embrace, your nose immediately taking in his scent. The two of you share a kiss but just a quick one as you had to exit the facility.

ᝰ Once you all reach the resistance, you and Nor are the first two to explore the beauty of Pandora that you were taken away from.

ᝰ The first thing you learn is how to cook meals. With a lot of patience and hard work, you get a bit better at it. You will gift one of your meals to Nor, watching nervously how he takes a bite out of it, hoping he would like it. You watch a smile form on his face as he takes another bite.

ᝰ While cooking his favorite meals became your special way to show your love, crafting became his way. He saw how excited you were to dress like a true na’vi so he starts courting you just like na’vi would do with their mate.

ᝰ He doesn’t start courting until he 100% learns to craft excellent quality as you deserve the world in his eyes. So’lek taught him perfectly well due to how he took them under his wing, it took time and it paid off.

ᝰ The first gift he gifted to you was a bracelet that featured both his and your favorite colors and you immediately pulled him into a long hug, expressing just how much you loved it.

ᝰ He didn’t just stop at the bracelet, he made tops, loincloths, necklaces for you to wear on your missions and whenever you missed him, you would be carrying a piece of him with you.

ᝰ Nor would also find secret hiding places for just the two of you so you can spend time alone with each other. Talking, kissing, cuddling, you name it, it gives you the perfect break from all the RDA mess you have to deal with and you’re happy that you have such an amazing boyfriend.

ᝰ As long as the two of you got each other, life is a little bit easier for the both of you. Nor and you are able to fall in love with Pandora as you spend exploring the world together and that's all that matters in your mind.

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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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On My Mind

Pairing: Bonten!Kokonoi Hajime x Bonten!Fem Reader

First time writing for Koko, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Coming to a meeting, wearing one of her secret lovers' gifts, the attention she receives sparks the true feelings they have for one another, which they discuss when they're finally alone...

Warnings: Pet names (Baby, princess) very slight swearing

Word Count: 0.7k

"Y/N finally here yet? We need to get started."

It wasn't like me to be late for a meeting, hearing Sanzu in the meeting room and apologizing as I stepped in:

"Forgive me for being late. I had to handle a personal issue."

"Woo," Ran whistled from the bar, bringing drinks over and winking at me, "Who are you trying to impress? Because I have never seen you all dolled up like that, honey."

I hated when people put me on the spot like this. Although, Ran made a good point. A cute silk dress, heels, and jewelry to match. That wasn't exactly my style, but I was exploring new fashions, avoiding the eyes of the one who bought it for me.

Kokonoi.

"I just thought that maybe it was time to try something new," It was hard to hide how flustered I was, especially since there were only two seats left.

One next to Rindou for Ran, then one next to Kokonoi. Koko's eyes wouldn't leave the sight of my dress as I sat down next to him, our eyes connecting, and the lust in them had me looking away to hide my smile.

We were a thing but weren't official. So, I would rather not have the rest of the guys be in our business, looking at Ran as he brought me a drink, winking:

"Well, it looks good on you, baby doll."

Ran could never hold back his flirtatious ways, cheeks full of flustered heat as I felt Koko's hand on my thigh under the table. Ran couldn't see it but noticed my expression, going to flirt with me some more till Sanzu groaned:

"Stop worrying about your, baby doll, Ran, and focus on the work we have to do."

"Yeah, yeah," Ran huffed back, sitting at the table, and as we were going through files and talking business, Koko's hand found my thigh again, fingertips tracing the silk against my skin, their talking able to hide his whisper:

"I knew that you'd look gorgeous in that dress."

"I'm glad you think so. I really do love it," I whispered, fighting another blushy smile, my thighs squeezing together.

To make it look like we were handling business, Koko reached for some papers next to me; his whisper was quieter but loud and clear to me:

"Only the best for my princess."

That made all my blood rush between my thighs, his finger softly trailing between my thighs, teasing under my dress, and his eyes trailing over to Ran, who was side-eyeing me with a smirk.

I took a big gulp of my drink while staring at the clock, needing this meeting to end already. It was still a lot of attention to process. I wasn't the type to be so easily swooned, but there was something about Koko.

I'd never seen him entertain the thought of anyone lustfully in all the years I've known him, and to be showered in bliss and pampered by him? It never failed at making my heart race.

Thankfully, I didn't have to suffer in tension for long. I stayed a bit longer only to avoid the guys seeing Koko and me leaving together.

It was astonishing how platonic we looked, but as we stepped into the elevator, there was no more acting.

"Gosh, I can't keep my eyes off you."

"You're too good to me, Koko," I said, melting from his presence, let alone when his hand found my hip, bringing me in front of him.

"Look at you, princess," The walls of the elevators were mirrors, my hands following his on my dress, pressing kisses on my ear, turning into soft nibbles with every word, "You are beautiful."

"Koko," Exhaling a soft moan, I found the motivation to ask, "Can we come out about us? When Ran was eyeing me, I only wanted to show him that I'm yours."

"I know how you feel. That damn Ran needs put on a leash," He was annoyed by what happened earlier, too, smiling into my eyes through the mirror, "I agree that he needs to learn that you're mine."

That's all that needed to be said, turning around in his arms to kiss him. We didn't have a lot of time to be affectionate with one another, so I took the opportunity, cooing between kisses:

"You're the only one I want, Koko."

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers fluff #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi hajime x reader #kokonoi hajime x y/n #kokonoi hajime imagine #kokonoi hajime fluff #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev imagine #read and enjoy

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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"Maid for Me"

Maid!FemYuu x Vil Schoenheit

Summary: Vil enjoys having a personal maid. Good for him.

"Good Morning, Master."

Her beautiful voice was the first thing he heard in the morning. The first thing he would see was her as she gently drew back the curtains to let in the early morning light.

Her face was bathed in early morning light as she sighed lovingly. Her gaze flitting to him and smiled.

"Would you like to take a bath first or would you like me to bring you your breakfast?" Yuu asked like she did every morning and like almost every morning his answer was the same.

"If you've already made breakfast then I'd like to eat it while it's hot." He said.

Yuu bowed before grabbing a hand towel and a basin of warm water. Vil washed his face as Yuu exited the room briefly to grab the trolly that she had left outside the door.

"I've prepared a Halloumi and Zucchini Frittata with your morning smoothie." She said placing the dish on the table.

"I don't need a frittata." Vil sighed, knowing what she would say next.

"No. You do. You have a full schedule today, Master. You need something heavier on your stomach this morning. I've consulted your dietitian already and we've changed a few things. Your agent agrees, so just eat" Yuu was right as always.

He ate with little complaint. It was delicious as always.

When he finished he undressed for a bath. He had to make sure to wave his maid off so she wouldn't undress him or enter the bathroom to assist him.

She's not banned from these actions, just limited. He allowed her to dress him but she is seldom allowed to undress him. It's just too indecent. She can only enter and join him in the bathroom when he wants her to wash his hair after another incident where things got a bit too "hot." Still, Yuu handled it respectfully and never crossed lines when Vil was tempted himself.

Once he dried himself Yuu got to work and dressed him in his "casual" attire. She always took care to make sure all of Vil's outfits fit his image but also made him look approachable. As his maid Vil's image was her's as well, in an indirect way. A maid's pride is her master's and vice-versa. She wished for Vil to have whatever he desired and if he desired to be superior to Neige then she would make it so.

She sat him in front of the boudoir and began the next part of their morning ritual. She would brush his hair as she listed out the day's schedule. Vil would hum in response as he felt her lightly tug and pull his hair into a chosen style.

"It's almost time for a trim. Do you want to grow your hair out a bit more?" She asked examining every strand of hair.

"I don't know? What do you think?" Vil asked "Would you rather I have longer hair so you can play in it more?"

Yuu only smiled in response. They both knew the answer. She would love that.

She moved on to Vil's favorite part as she began brushing on makeup. He could focus on every detail of her face. He noticed that she was wearing the earrings she had received from him as a gift. She wore an alluring shade of pink on her lips.

"This dress looks good on you." He said as she finished her work.

"Thank you, master. You choose only the best for me." She praised.

"That's right." He purred gesturing for her to sit on hid lap. She didn't hesitate.

Vil pulled out a box from one of the drawers in the boudoir. Inside was a diamond necklace he only used once or twice.

He heard her gasp as he place it around her neck. A new collar for her to bare.

"I take good care of you, don't I?" He asked lifting her chin to stare into her eyes. He could only see the adoration she lavished on him.

"Yes, you do, master. Please continue to take care of me in the future." She whispered pressing a kiss to Vil's neck.

"I think I'll have to get you new dress. Something shorter." As he whispered this in her ear his hand explored up her thigh. "I want you to only wear what I give you. Because you're mine."

"Yes, only yours." She shivered.

"So, you must stay by my side. Right my dear?" He asked pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Y-yes master." She was losing focus as she felt Vil's hands on her. "I could never leave you."

"Good," He said standing up abruptly "I'm off to a photoshoot."

"A-what?! Vil!" Yuu cried, caught off guard. They were in the middle of something.

"Don't be cross, love. We'll finish this once I get back tonight." Vil said kissing her forehead before grabbing his bag. "I'll stop at that shop you like and pick up one of the corsets you love."

Yuu sighed in one part from irritation and another from fondness. Their relationship has taken a turn since she told him about her love for maids. They both loved this new dynamic.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #vil schoenheit #twst vil #vil shoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x yuu #twisted wonderland vil #vil smut #maid!yuu

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Romantic!Yan! Junkertown queen with JunkerTown Citizen!Fem! Darling concept

Oh! I'd love to write Junker Queen content :D and GL? Even better ;) This is less about how you meet but more like how she'd treat you and others. Just small rants about one of my favorite Tanks!

Yandere! Junker Queen with Junkertown Citizen! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, PDA mention, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Violence, Murder, Kidnapping implied, Slight delusional behavior, Dubious/Forced relationship.

I personally feel like Odessa is two different yandere types at the same time.

Dez wants to feel validated and important, especially when it comes to her subjects due to being Queen.

Dez would want you to pamper her, care about her, and show her you love her.

Even more so if you're a Junker citizen.

She wants her girlfriend to show loyalty to her Queen and expects affection.

However... Odessa loves to spoil the hell out of you.

She coos over you, carries you around, sits you in her lap, calls you all sorts of nicknames, gives gifts, everything.

She adores you and would do nearly anything for you.

Odessa is also possessive due to her role in Junkertown.

She wants all her subjects to know you're hers.

Not just the Junkers, everyone.

Which makes her a big one for PDA.

Despite being possessive, Odessa does not want to hurt you.

Maybe she'll kiss and nip you on the neck to leave a mark or dress you up, but she won't usually want to use her knife to mark you.

Maybe she could, but she doesn't find joy in the idea of it.

She wants you to love her "naturally", yeah?

She may be one to beat up or even fatally wound another who got too close to you.

Rivals are most likely beat up then kicked out more than outright murdered though.

She appears fierce yet she is a sweetheart to you.

Everyone in Junkertown knows you belong to the Queen.

If someone somehow doesn't, Odessa will make them know.

Odessa is more likely to have her darling be from Junkertown.

After all, she rules.

In terms of how she sees you socially, she doesn't want to treat you like you're less than her.

She's the Queen and to everyone else you're her pretty girlfriend she's picked out.

Yet to Odessa she treats you as an equal... sorta.

You're more like someone she loves to pamper and smother in affection.

She gets to be soft around you and intimidating during her duties.

Although Odessa can get intimidating towards you if you do something she disapproves of.

An example would be suggesting you wanted to leave the city... and her.

To her that's a great insult, one that must be punished coming from her dearest.

In terms of punishment I imagine she restrains you and locks you away.

She can't bear the thought of isolation as that is just as much a punishment to her along with you.

How is she supposed to survive without all the kisses and cuddles from her girlfriend?

In terms of how you met the Queen in the first place is up to you.

But it's certainly a feat to make the Queen all soft and clingy when she sees you, a relatively normal citizen.

Speaking of which, yes, she's clingy.

As some display of power (and a craving for warmth) she'll have you sit on her lap with her arms around your waist.

She holds you like you're her greatest prize.

In fact, to her, you are.

You're the cute citizen she picked off the street like some sort of pet.

You're more than a pet to her, it was most likely a form of obsession at first sight.

The idea of a fierce looking character being all soft with the one they adore is a nice idea to explore, especially with Junker Queen.

She really does seem like the type of yandere to be disinterested in everyone else but all over you in an instant when she sees you.

She may also be one who enjoys the size difference between you as she's tall.

She just adores how small her girlfriend is compared to a beefed up woman like her.

She would hate normal Junkers around you enough already.

But do you know what she hates more than that?

The idea of Junkrat and Roadhog around you.

She hates those two.

Like the rest of her rivals she cast them out of her town.

The mere idea of them capturing you to get back at her sends her into a rage.

As a result, when she thinks about that, you notice she holds you tighter than normal.

Junkrat and Roadhog may actually find out about you and target you.

The Queen isn't really quiet about your existence just to make sure you're not on the market.

It would be even worse if the two fell for you also.

The last thing you need is two criminals trying to blow their way into Junkertown to steal you from Odessa.

Odessa is already technically your captor.

Honestly, if those two touched you, Odessa may actually just kill them.

They've tested her patience long enough.

Once Odessa claims you as hers, you're not allowed to leave her side.

You're either locked away until she returns or walk alongside her.

It's most likely the second option as she loves you too much to leave you for long.

Her enforcers keep a close eye on you even if she's there.

It's to prevent any escape attempts as clearly you belong here with her as a citizen and her partner.

She claims because you are one of her subjects you should reciprocate her affection.

You're probably the best treated Junker here.

Many congratulate you for earning the Queen's affection.

Yet you don't see it as that great.

Unless you've been a fan of her for the past decade you don't enjoy feeling like you're... owned?

You don't have much of a choice when it comes to her though.

Odessa feels her obsession over you isn't wrong.

She thinks you should/do love her affection.

After all, she's the perfect match for you in her eyes!

You're lucky to have someone as strong as her to wake up beside all the time!

Regardless on if you like it or not, Odessa focuses on what she wants for the most part.

She's Queen... and as Queen she's able to pick who to date!

No questions asked.

Overall, the core of yandere Junker Queen in my eyes is this;

She's possessive but overall very caring.

She likes to flaunt the fact she has you but no one can touch you, like a treasure made for her.

You're her weakness, if anyone targeted you, she may just snap.

Odessa can be a strong and caring partner...

Just as long as you obey your Queen and stay by her in Junkertown... otherwise there will be problems.

#yandere overwatch #yandere junker queen #yandere odessa “dez” stone #yandere odessa stone

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Prompt 3. Snowballing [B2]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Hogwarts, Snape’s Office

Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting

A/N: Well, let's continue the story we started yesterday, shall we? 🤭 Gosh, the prompts just matched up so figured I'd go for it 😂👏 On another note, I really want to thank you all for being here, it means a lot and I hope you'll stay all through this journey 🥰❤

Tags/TW’s: Half A Love Confession, Hugging, Fear Of Loss/Hurting, Implied Past Torture, Mentions Future Torture, Selfberating, Worry For Loved One, Holding Hands, Jealousy, Confessions In Thoughts

Word Count: 1.5k+

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“Severus, Severus?” I crawled forward while still holding his head up. He was unmoving, his breathing uneven and far too shallow. I cradled his head in my lap, stroking away the black tendrils of damp hair from his pale face with trembling fingers. He nearly wheezed out his breaths; I undid the top buttons of his coat and shirt before tugging loose the tightly wrapped cravat to free up space around his throat. My fingers trembled but I had no time to think about what I was doing.

“Severus,” I exhaled, trying to find some semblance of a coherent thought or figure out what to do, what was wrong, what in the cauldron had happened to the man in my lap. It didn’t help that my heart ran rampant, and my mind turned into a fumbling nonsensical muscle of not a single reasonable thought when the man I loved was near — more so apparently when the situation turned dire.

I looked him over, trying to see any sign of damage, physical hurt, or any wounds but I couldn’t see anything wrong. I couldn’t heal what I didn’t know of, I wasn’t a skilled healer or even slightly good at it. What do I do? What do I do? What the bloody hell do I do?! “Severus, please, what happened?” I asked even if he couldn’t reply and adjusted his head, making sure his airways were clear while he lay atop my folded legs. I thank my chosen mother for teaching me the muggle ways of doing things, her being in the medical field and her constant need to teach seemed a great gift in the moment. His hand slid from his stomach to the floor, an ominous thud in the gloomy dark while his breathing evened out, drawing a sigh of relief from me.

I held his head steady and tried to make my head function to figure out what to do while my heart seemed to pound in my chest. I’d never been so close to him, he was so beautiful and powerful yet there he lay, knocked out and atop my lap in a cold dungeon. Cold! I reached for my wand, only to look back to see it on the sofa. Bloody hell!

As gently as I could, I placed his head on the floor and turned to reach for it. I flicked it, setting a roaring fire ablaze in the hearth, before casting the levitation spell to move Severus to the sofa where I gently sat him down. Slipping my wand into my cloak's inner pocket, I grabbed a pillow and propped it gently under his head. His neck was sticky with cold sweat and his breathing turned harsher yet deeper.

I sat down on my knees beside him, watching the profile of his face, the hooked nose, the tucked chin, the only barely raised outline of his thin lips. He was such a beautiful vision, despite his ashen skin. Belinna! Get your head straight! The man is obviously bloody hurt and you’re-, what? Daydreaming about his profile?! Get it together you schoolgirl-hearted idiot!

“I should get Minerva, she’ll know what to do.” Yet, I didn’t want to leave him there. Alone, unwatched. “This is snowballing out of control… I’m snowballing… Just like father said I always would.” The memory came unwelcome, my father by birth yelling at me to keep my emotions in check, that I would ruin my magic with all my feelings and snowball out of control. I’d tried my hardest to lock away my emotions after that, I had only been eight years old but the wound was too deep to ever fully heal. I never dared reach out or explore my inner thoughts or feelings after that.

It wasn’t until seeing Severus, during the Valentia Ball in my seventh year, that I had another uncontrollable emotion. It hadn’t been proper, I hadn’t acted on it or spoken a word of it. He had never noticed me anyway, me being right there in the middle as usual — except, of course, at the ball, I’d been on the outskirts without a partner. There, yet not part of it fully, only dancing one dance with Daniel Wallasin halfway through the night. Unnoticed.

But I watched him, every second I got that night, I watched him with a trembling sensation through my entire body. I couldn’t do anything about it, still couldn’t. So I sat there, not knowing what to do, not wanting to leave him despite some far-off thoughts about fetching someone to help. I grasped his chilly hand, gently tucking my fingers between his and squeezing a bit, while I remained on my knees by the sofa — just watching him breathe for long moments while feeling utterly stupified.

His eyebrows twitched, the cold fingers between my own tensing for a second before hardening around me. His chest rose and sank quicker, as if he were coming out of the unconscious state. “Severus?” I whispered, leaning in closer while rising from sitting on my haunches to kneeling. “You’re safe,” I continued and squeezed his hand tighter. “Save…her…” he murmured, his voice barely audible yet the pain within was palpable. It cut through me, hearing him speak of saving another woman, it shouldn't have mattered as I had no right to feel jealous yet it sliced right through me. “Save who?” I asked quietly, leaning in closer to hear but his hand softened and his breathing turned even once more before I even had a chance to help him. I knew I would, even if it felt like a centaur had kicked me in the chest, I would do anything for him despite receiving nothing in return. If he asked me to use my body as a shield against dragon fire for someone he loved, curse me, I would...

At some point I must have dosed off, the next thing I knew my head was slung off his soft chest and I toppled backwards with a shriek at the sudden motion — sending me flying into the coffee table behind me with a thud and leaving an instant pounding in the back of my head. By Merlin , I swore while trying to untangle my limbs from the half-curled-up state and getting my bearings again, not sure where I was for a moment.

I looked up, eyes clouded by tears from the sudden hurt while the holly I’d attached to each corner of the coffee table tugged at my hair — the little leaves and twigs it was made of snagging the strands. “Belinna?” His voice was gruff — rough and shallow. “You’re safe,” he exhaled a second later as I got myself up into a seated position on the cold floor only slightly softened by a rug beneath me.

I had no time to look up before I was crushed against him, his arms wrapped me up in the softest of strong embraces and my heart must have given out for a second. I couldn’t even hear the roaring of my pulse, everything just turned absolutely quiet at that moment when I, for the first time, felt his warmth. It was exquisite, beyond compare, far more wonderful than any of my imagines or dreams. He was just everything, perfection. I sighed deeply involuntarily as my heart warmed as if a flood wave had drowned it in him.

“I thought you to be dead,” he whispered by my ear and the world came crashing in at full speed and volume. “Dead? Why would I be dead?” I asked, my trembling fingers grasping at the cloak over his back while his fingers pressed into me harder. “He saw,” Severus whispered in a heart-wrenching tone. “He saw you in my mind.” “Who? What are you talking about?” “I have cursed you.” The words were darker, grimmer, than any I had ever heard. “Severus, what are you talking about?” “You must hide, leave, hide,” he said in a near rush of words so unlike his usual way of speaking. “Hide?” “The Dark Lord, he will stop at nothing to reach you now.” The urgency of his voice, the depth of something spine-stiffening dark, it clawed at my ears but confusion took the reins.

The Dark Lord? What does he want with me? And what’s this nonsense about seeing me in his mind? I don’t understand. But I couldn’t ask the questions when Severus held me so tight, seated atop the sofa with me between his legs while he nearly held me up off the floor, my knees just barely making contact with the rug's fibres. “Love, I have cursed you with torture,” he murmured in a broken voice while his entire body began to shake around me. "All this time, I failed..." “L-Love?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I couldn't comprehend the term coming from him. “I did all I could to keep you out, keep you away, but you never left… Why didn’t you just leave? ” he nearly snarled toward the end when I felt his nose bury itself in the crook of my neck. “I did all things possible to keep you away.” To keep me away? But, you haven't done anything to me? It’s like I don’t exist sometimes and it hurt— Oh…

...To Be Continued...

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A/N: It's getting a bit exciting, huh? 👀 Also, I can feel the Christmas stress now 😂 December is always a mess of too many things to do, yet I willingly and happily host a giant event that requires a minimum of 4 hours a day on average from me, let's hope this year has NO SURPRISES *knock on wood* I don't have the time or energy for any surprises of the negative or time-consuming kind this year. Last year was its own sort of personal hell toward the end - I want none of that this year (you hear me universe? I'll whoop your galaxy tush if you spring something on me this year too!) and I hope you'll all have a super nice, warm, calm and happy December too! ❤❤❤

Q: What Alan Rickman movie do you watch each Christmas? A: I always watch Die Hard around Christmas (IT'S A CHRISTMAS MOVIE, KAY?) and absolutely love it - the last few years I've also watched Sense & Sensibility (and Pride & Prejudice but that's not an Alan movie but it is my all-time fav movie even if it's lacking in the Alan department - same for The Holiday, Also a tradition for Christmas) and I've previously always watched Robin Hood too - I mean he's such an awesome sheriff and he plays that part perfectly 😂👏

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Right to Their Faces: Sera's Romance Quest

The Sera Series: Exploring Sera's character and background.

This one was originally going to be part of another post I have in the works, "Sera and the Inquisitor," but I realized that I had a lot to say about Sera's romance quest and it really deserved its own post.

Disclaimer: It is absolutely fine if you don't like Sera or don't like Sera's romance, don't connect with her, don't find her relatable, whatever! I'm not here to tell anyone what they can or can't like. I just want to talk about my read and my feelings on this romance quest. If you don't like Sera and are not open to positively discussing Sera, that's just fine; feel free to scroll right on by, no need to inform me in the notes.

Sera's romance quest, "A Woman Who Wants for Nothing," triggers once the Inquisitor has confirmed her romantic interest in Sera and Sera's approval is high enough. The Inquisitor is prompted to find a gift for Sera because—okay look, we really need to spend a minute on how this quest begins, because it's truly delightful.

When the Inquisitor comes to Sera's alcove, Sera runs up behind her, excited, and exclaims all in a rush, "Listen! I got you a hat, but it's ugly, so I drew Coryhe-whatzit's face on it, and stuffed it with apples. Everyone's hitting it with sticks! I really hope you like it!" and then runs away giggling.

I mean, it's pretty clear here that this is all in fun to Sera. She wanted to give her Inky something, but the hat she found was ugly, so she decided to turn it into a joke and hoped Inky would be entertained by it. It's the Inquisitor, charmingly, who decides to take this super seriously, looking after Sera and saying thoughtfully to herself, "We're giving gifts now?"

The Inquisitor then goes to all her other companions looking for help finding a gift for Sera. Practically no one has any good ideas, or any ideas at all really. I want to pause on that aspect for a moment. Why doesn't anyone (including the Inquisitor, who is actively seeing her) know what Sera would like?

I mean first of all, the clue's kind of in the name of the quest. No one can think of a gift for Sera because Sera doesn't particularly want anything. She is not very concerned with owning things. She doesn't covet fancy clothes or shoes or hats or jewelry. The Undercroft keeps the Inquisition supplied with arms and armor, so she doesn't have need of those things as gifts. She likes books, but she has Skyhold's entire library at her disposal. She likes food, a lot, and she likes cakes, and if pressed I'd say that of all the material gifts she could receive, a cake made just for her would probably go over the best, but I don't think it would be better than what we ultimately get in this quest.

Sera does like collecting various objects, and we find her catalog of these in her journal, "Sera's Cabinet of Wonder Whose It Was," but these are all mundane items: a Circle banner, a goblet, a halla statue, a deck of cards, masks stolen from the Winter Palace. Little curiosities, things she finds meaningful or strange or funny. This is a collection curated purely on Sera's whims, and it could be difficult for even someone close to her to guess what kind of object might catch her fancy in that way.

And here we have the ironic meaning of the quest title. Usually, the expression that a person "wants for nothing" means that they already have everything they could possibly want, but for Sera it takes on a different meaning. Sera "wants for nothing" because she not only lacks a life of wealth and comfort but has actively rejected it and all the baggage that came with it. Someone will probably point out here that Sera is interested in making a profit with her Red Jenny shenanigans, and she is, she says so! but what she is not concerned with is accumulating and hoarding wealth or possessions. That is a life she has very consciously rejected.

I also don't think we should ignore the role of class in the way the other Inner Circle members treat Sera, even the "nicest" ones. There's not really any getting around the fact that other characters—including characters we like—look down on Sera because she's low class. Sera is not the only elf in the Inquisition, and there are definitely characters who treat Solas poorly in various ways, but they do not treat Solas the same way they treat Sera. Sera gets the most abject disrespect both for being an elf and for being low-class, and—this part's important—for looking and sounding low-class, and being proud of it.

Cullen may have been born a commoner but he sought a respectable profession, became a templar and ascended through the ranks (however he may feel about that now) and is now the Inquisition's commander. Leliana may have been the daughter of a servant, but she became a bard and has spent her life hobnobbing with nobles and Very Important People, eventually becoming the Left Hand of the Divine. Blackwall may have been born a commoner but he is (so far as everyone knows) a decorated Warden-Constable. Vivienne may have been born to merchant parents and sent to the Circle at a young age, but she's made the most of her position and become First Enchanter of Montsimmard, then Enchanter to the Imperial Court. You see where I'm going with this. Even our common-born companions have for the most part sought to climb the social hierarchy in one way or another. They've "bettered" themselves. They have titles, if not noble ones. They're Somebody. They're Important. And many of the others are just straight up nobility. Even Varric, who carries himself like a common man, is from a well-connected Merchant Guild family as well as being a famous author; he's basically a noble who enjoys slumming it.

Not only is Sera a nobody, she patently rejects the idea of being Somebody. She operates as a Red Jenny under a mythical name who may or may not ever have been a real person. When placed in a situation where she needs to be formally introduced as Somebody, the ball at the Winter Palace, she openly mocks the entire concept and the supposed solemnity of the occasion by submitting a vulgar joke name.

I bring all of this up because this is why I think the other companions are so unhelpful. They can't imagine what Sera could possibly want because they already know she doesn't want what they want, and even the ones who do like her I think struggle to actually relate to her. They see her motives as, at best, confusing. (As does the Inquisitor in a lot of early dialogue, but that's another post for another day!) But in fact, Sera's desires are very simple. (I think Cole is the one with the best shot at actually figuring out what Sera would want, but he gets hung up on the concept of what a gift is before he can get there.)

Vivienne and Solas in particular are not just confused by Sera but actively offended and dismayed by her existence. I think it's pretty easy to see why she gets under Solas's skin so badly (though I could write reams about how interesting their relationship is and how much it reveals about Solas, but not today). Sera represents to him just how far the elves have fallen because of him, and I think he's both deeply frustrated by her and deep down feels responsible for everything that's "wrong" with her. Vivienne and Sera are also fascinating foils to one another, as both came from humble origins and both were afforded some unique opportunities given those origins—but they've taken polar opposite approaches to the problem of social hierarchy and power. And like so many Dragon Age characters who act as foils to each other, the existence of the other needles at them so badly because they challenge the foundation of their beliefs about the world and their sense of self. So it's no surprise that these two are the companions that give active disapproval when the Inquisitor reveals her relationship with Sera.

(It also makes for some absolutely wonderful humorous irony later if the Inquisitor decides to take Vivienne's clearly-sarcastic suggestion seriously, after which you get a bonus cutscene of Sera and Inky in bed together laughing over whatever it is Inky has shaved into her ladybits. Vivienne turns out to be the only one who had a good idea, and she didn't even mean it!)

The actual quantities of disapproval are frankly negligible, and easily made up elsewhere if you, the player, care deeply what Solas and Vivienne think of your character. If I'm being honest, I think they could have gone even harder with the disapproval, especially in a game like Inquisition which doesn't pull its punches with approval the way the previous games do and doesn't allow you to avoid ever taking a negative hit. But the exact number isn't the important thing here. The important thing is that without some tangible and in-your-face social cost to openly loving Sera, this quest would have no teeth.

I trust I don't have to explain that the opinions of characters (for whom said disapproval is entirely in-character) are not necessarily the opinions of the writers. It's also not indicative of the game telling you that you made a "wrong" decision. Nor is it the first time companions have disapproved of the player character's love interest—far from it. Both Origins and DA2 have some truly spicy party banter in that regard, and Inquisition keeps with tradition. Love it or hate it, companions hating each other is a time-honored Dragon Age tradition.

And in this case, the disapproval is the point. The Inquisitor is meant to receive the disapproval and decide that Sera is worth it to her. The point is that the Inquisitor cares so much for Sera that she openly declares her affections without regard for the disapproval of others, and that this kind of love and acceptance is entirely foreign to Sera's experience and the greatest gift she could ever have received. Sera says it outright: "Wait, wait, wait. You went to everyone and said I was your lover? Right to their faces? They must have… Oh, Vivienne must have puckered pinky-tight! Best gift ever."

And if you've read my other Sera Series posts, or simply spent a lot of time talking to Sera, it's no mystery why this means so much to her.

This is what this quest is all about. And to me, it's one of the most moving expressions of love in the whole game and maybe in all of the Dragon Age games. I love it so much. I get emotional re-watching it in YouTube clips. I cannot imagine being happier if the Inquisitor had just, I don't know, baked Sera a cake, or brought her a bouquet of flowers from the meadows filled with bees. This quest gets at the core of who Sera is, her sharpest hurts and deepest desires. It is deeply meaningful and it is perfect for her.

My sole complaint about this quest is that I never got to see the hat full of apples with Corypheus's face drawn on it and everyone hitting it with sticks.

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Nobody asked for this but I recently rewatched Prisoners! Such a really cool film that doesn't hold your hand <3 I fell in love with Detective Loki all over again 😭 he's such a cool character because hes really up for interpretation! Def check it out if ya aint seen it already!

(as always, not my gif!)

SFW Dating David Loki headcanons!!

Oh boy, being with this man will be pretty rocky and take a lot of communication and patience tbh. He'll often be absent, late for dates, or have to reschedule them due to his demanding job as a detective.

I'd say David doesn't really have the time to create many deep relationships, mostly fleeting ones. A few one night stands here and there, but a rare occurrence none the less. He's not too into flings but he's a rather lonely person and still a man with needs if ya know what I mean 👀

But! Back to his absentness, let's say you're someone who's stuck around for awhile and understand his life style and him as a person more or less. He never enjoys cancelling on you or not being able to spend time with you. You're very important to him but he's also got a important job to do.

It'll stress him out a bit, he's a bit of a perfectionist and a pretty empathetic person in general. He'll try his damn best to make time for you since he does really appreciate you putting up with him and being one of the very few people he can be himself and relax around. Definitely feels like he doesn't deserve you, or just got really lucky. 💖

David's not picky with dates and definitely won't mind if its just you picking out places that you enjoy. He'll like doing whatever if its with you.

I'd say one of his favorite activities to do with you is travel if you're into such a thing. He likes exploring and learning new things about people and the world, especially the more positive aspects since he mostly sees the ugly side of humanity at work.

Another one would be going to see a movie or going to your home and cooking a meal for him whilst you listen to music or what have you. It's very comforting to him and relaxes him. Being with you and being close to you really is a nice get away from the harsh world out there, that waits for him every day. He also doesn't really cook for himself too often or has time to enjoy home cooked meals. He always loves your meals even if you're not the most fancy cook.

He'll sometimes try to repay the favor, he can be a pretty decent cook when he really tries.

He'll be very grateful if you're particularly understanding of his chaotic schedule and the strain it puts him through. He'll often try to hide how much a case is wearing him out of effecting him, wanting to for your sake.

That stress tic he has will often give it away though.

He'll be very soft with you and even a little dorky at times. David enjoys making you laugh with his dry/sarcastic humor. Seeing you smile or hearing your laugh is one of the highlights of his day.

So expect phone calls from him while hes at work pretty often. He likes to keep in contact with you to try and make up for when he's not there.

But there will be times where he won't call at all due to a particularly difficult or tasking case. He'll make it up to you though.

He always tries to make it up to you.

I'd say his love languages are mostly acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch.

The detective himself isn't a very clingy person but if you are, he'll very much enjoy it actually. He didn't have the best childhood nor youth and it may take a bit to break his walls down, but once he lets you in he'll take all that you'd want to give him.

For him I'd say he likes to hold you a lot. He's a very protective guy and it relaxes him to always have you in his arms, knowing you're there and that you're safe.

David's pretty flexible though. If you enjoy certain other things more he'll definitely take note of it. He's a very perceptive guy, being a detective and all.

Like say if you enjoy receiving gifts he'll enjoy getting you the things that you like. He wants you to know that he really does love you even if he can't be by your side all the time, so he'll often express that with his actions.

Now David is a very intelligent and logical guy, but also has a lot of internal fears that he tries to hide.

So when it comes to jealousy, I'd say he'd only get a little jealous if someone was able to offer you more than he could in the stability department. It's really one of his biggest regrets that he can't be there for you more often than he'd like to.

David likes to protect and to provide, so if another person appears that you begin to become good friends with and are able to spend more time with than him, he'll start to get afraid that you'll tire of him not being around and prefer the person who can be around more.

He trusts you, and doesn't blame you- he just doesn't want to lose you. I feel you'd either notice something was up and ask him about it, or he'd eventually wisen up and awkwardly bring it up.

I feel he'd just need some reassurance and he'd realise that he was being silly, then apologise to you; also probably asking how he can make it up to you as usual. 💕

David has a great ability at remaining calm and rational, and when it comes to you, even more so. I don't ever really see him raising his voice at you, even if/when you yell during arguments and fights.

He'd try his best to diffuse whatever was going on and be understanding. Or just wait until you let it all out and give you your space before coming back to talk to you more.

Depending on how bad the fight is, and he's the angry one, David would probably need some space as well. Probably go on a drive. It helps him think and calm down.

All in all, it'll be turbulent and may take time to get close to him depending on how you are, but once he's in- he's all in.

Loyal, dependable when it matters, understanding, paitent, and a great romantic partner.

#i love this man so much #it took me a bit to get a grasp of his personality #detective loki #prisoners #detective loki x reader #david loki #david loki x reader #prisoners 2013 #jake gyllenhaal #jake gylenhall #jake gyllenhaal x reader

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twisted-tales-of-all · 4 months

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Exceeding Expectations

Summary: A chance meeting at the market leads to a relationship you never imagined. Pairing: Seo Changbin x afab!reader Genre: PG-13 (deeper topics that may not be suitable for young readers), mostly fluff, one-shot, event Tropes: royal!AU, duchess!reader, earl!idol, himbo!idol, strangers to lovers, love at first sight, hidden relationship Word Count: 2.2K Contains: anxiety over titles, sneaking out, naive (?) reader doesn't understand signs, very occasional use of pet names (princess), Changbin flirts a lot (literal heart-eyes man), one kiss on the cheek, multiple deep hugs A/N: Happy Holidays, as part of the CoDN Secret Santa event! This came later than planned, but I fell in love with the concept more than expected! I actually might write a part 2 to this one if I have the time because I would love to flesh out the relationship! I hope you enjoy your gift, @staytinyville !! As usual, credit to @cafekitsune for the divider<3

He's never been one to stay in his home. Unlike the rest of the esteemed Seo family, Changbin refuses to let life pass him by. After years of sneaking out, his parents assigned a bodyguard to tail him, but he quickly learned to lose his guard, too. All he wants is to explore how others live their lives, and he can't understand why being an earl should stop him from doing so.

Today, he's out on another exploration. Many young lords have mentioned the seasonal market, so he finally decided to check it out. Between the stalls of fresh fruit and fancy trinkets, something catches his eye - or, rather, someone. Although you try not to stand out, his eyes fall upon you quickly. A beauty beyond his comprehension, examining the apples for bruising, stands a few feet in front of him. You give the stall manager a bright smile, and Changbin feels himself melt. Is it okay to fall for a total stranger? In his eyes, this means he must talk to you at least once. As you purchase a few apples and make your way to an artist's stall, he follows. He picks up a pendant that resembles the colors of his family seal and makes an effort to ask the merchant about it. You listen to the story and laugh when the merchant adds a deal at the end.

"Buy two for the price of one, eh? But this one fits so well." The stranger turns to you to ask, "Did you want one? I'll use the deal to get you one, if you'd like."

Concerned about his intentions, you ask, "Me? Now why would you do something like that for a total stranger?"

"It'd be a shame to waste such a pleasant offer, and being able to gift something to someone as gorgeous as yourself is always a blessing."

You roll your eyes at his clear flirts, but your heart flutters a bit. As a duchess, people don't dare talk to you so casually or openly, but you snuck out in casual clothing to see what others might experience, so you didn't know what to expect. You look over the trinkets and pick up one resembling your favorite flower.

"If you're offering, I'll take this one. I'd also like to request some more of your time so I can pay you back somehow."

Even the merchant can see your interest in one another as clear as the sky above. He sells the trinkets and watches with a smile as you both walk towards the edge of the market. Anyone you pass sneaks a glance at the two of you, assuming you to be a couple, but neither of you notice the attention you draw. As Changbin celebrates his victory in getting to talk with you, you use the opportunity to learn how forming relationships outside of the formal noble circles works.

"What would you like in return? I don't want to accept a gift without returning the gesture, especially with a stranger."

He holds out his hand as he introduces himself, "My name is Changbin, and we don't have to remain strangers if you think of it as a burden."

"Shall we become friends, then?" You shake his hand as you continue, "Nice to make your acquaintance, Changbin. My name is Y/N."

Even without your royal garb, you radiate royal energy. The way you walk and talk resembles training through the fae. Although Changbin picks up on your airy way of speaking and the soft footsteps that give the illusion that you float around, he refuses to bring it up. He might be greedy for it, but he doesn't want to risk the chance of having a relationship with you. If you rank higher than a lady, you will likely deal with an arrangement for your family status; if you reside within the dozen or so families rivaling the Seo family, you'd instantly have to cut off contact. There are far too many variables, but he can simply ignore them all if rank never comes into the conversation. In his mind, ignorance is bliss.

"The pleasure is mine, Y/N, truly. Now that we are friends, I hope you do not feel the need to repat me. Sales help everyone involved, and friends help one another, so, surely, it's fine."

"I'd still like to repay you. Even if it's simply in terms of keeping company, I'd like to repay the kindness."

As he agrees that company seems like a fair trade for kindness, Changbin leads you to a small, quiet clearing to avoid the bustling crowd. Seeing the patches of flowers and tall grass surrounding a small stone bench, you feel your body lighten. Any nerves or tenseness from earlier fades as you step out into the silent sanctuary. With even the birdsong faint, you wonder how one could find this space in the first place.

"I roam a lot. I found this a few months ago and made a promise with myself to only show it to someone who matches its beauty."

"You're such a philanderer, Changbin. You know all the words to make one's heart flutter. Or maybe, are you a poet?"

He laughs and shakes his head, insisting that he only speaks the truth, "Maybe I'm a romantic at heart; it all comes naturally as I look at you. You must be amuse for plenty of artists."

Avoiding the compliment, you ask him why he roams. The more words leave his lips, the more you find yourself eager to learn more. However, time continues to move, and the dimming sky calls you both to return home. As you say your goodbyes, he asks you to come back here whenever you have some free time. Although there's no telling when his free time will line up with yours, you promise to meet each other again soon.

Despite having responsibilities at home, Changbin manages to sneak away to the clearing every day. You, on the other hand, don't manage the time again until nearly a week later. When you arrive, the field is empty, but Changbin joins you after only a couple of minutes of silence.

"Well, hello there. It's been a few days. Welcome back."

"Hi, Changbin. How have you been these days?"

"Pretty alright. My parents have been pestering me a lot lately, but that's usual, too."

"Oh, really? My dad's been breathing down my neck this week, telling me to focus hard on my duties. He insists I'll be taking over properly soon."

"Taking over? Does your father own a business or something?"

Realizing that you've given some telling information, you try to backpedal by shrugging off his question, "Yeah, something like that."

Although he catches each hint, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he slyly switches the topic without issue, and you accept the new topic with open arms. Once again, you stay there together for quite a while. He seems to prefer learning about you, but he's not secretive about his life either, so you have a hard time figuring out his intentions. Despite this, you ask him to show you some fun places the next time you meet, and he perks up in excitement at being able to show you some of his favorite places.

"Okay, then. When will you be free next, Bin?"

"Bin?" He laughs at the nickname but moves past it quickly, "What kind of places do you want to see? Somewhere quiet? Popular? Unusual?"

"I don't go out much, so how about some more popular places first? I'm free every Thursday around noon, so anywhere that fits into that timeframe sounds good to me."

"I should be able to finish by then - or at worst a bit later. I'll come up with some places to visit. Are you okay with meeting up here on Thursday then?"

"Sure, sounds like a date!" You beam, not putting any consideration towards your words.

His eyes widen as he hears you call the meeting a date. His heartbeat quickens, but he does his best not to show it.

"A date?"

"Ah, we don't have to call it that if it makes you uncomfortable. Sorry if it bugs you."

"No, no! That's okay! I was just a bit baffled. I'd love for it to be a date, actually."

Now, you turn wide-eyed. Suddenly, everything clicks into place - his interest in learning about you, eagerness to answer your questions, and excitement to show you around. Clearly, he's been showing interest in you. As you replay the past few hours as well as the first day, you're disappointed in yourself for not noticing sooner. However, you find that this situation gives you an advantage in your mission to learn the lives of others. He stays civil, and he wants to spend time with you, so this is the perfect opportunity. Plus, you don't dislike him, so it can't be too bad to date a bit, even if you'll likely have to marry a high-ranking nobleman later in life.

As you say goodbye, the hug feels deeper than usual. Maybe you only now notice, or maybe Changbin stopped holding back, but it feels much more intimate and comforting. So much so that you feel an urge to kiss him. Although you can't pinpoint why you had the compulsion, his reaction satisfies you enough to disregard the lack of reason.

As you walk away, promising to see him on Thursday, he stumbles back to the bench and places his hand on his cheek. Still in disbelief, he sits there in silence for a solid ten extra minutes. The kiss occupies your mind just as long. After the intense emotions, you both find yourselves debating whether to reveal your proper title to the other.

"Should I tell them?"

He settles on a choice quicker than you. By midday Wednesday, he's already practicing exactly what he wants to say when he comes clean. On the other hand, you find yourself pacing in your room as night falls that night, debating heavily. As a duchess, it's hard to think about revealing your title. At best, people put up boundaries and treat you differently. At worst, they block you out without so much as a farewell.

Even as you walk over to your meeting area, you doubt that your choice to tell him will end well. Thanks to your anxiety, you arrived earlier than planned. Leaving your home at noon, you originally wanted to take your time on the walk, but the thoughts on your mind made your feet match their pace. As you anxiously wait, you decide to accept whatever outcome happens after telling him your title.

"Whatever happens, today's the day."

"The day for what, princess?"

You jump up and turn in the direction of the voice, causing him to start laughing.

"Changbin! Don't scare me like that!"

As his laughter begins to calm, he apologizes, "Apologizes, Y/N. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. But what was it you were referencing?"

With a deep breath, you ask him to take a seat, "I have something to confess. I've debated revealing this, but I feel like I'll eventually have to come clean with it. If you feel any way after learning this, simply promise me that you'll admit it to me straight."

"Of course, I will. After you say your piece, I also have something to say as well."

"Okay, so..." You pause for a quick mental review of all of your talking points. "As you already know, my name is Y/N. However, to properly introduce myself, I must add that I am the duchess of the Sage Court. My parents lead the group, and I have been receiving training to take over within the next few years. I was given the duchess title last year after my parents properly announced their plans publicly."

"Duchess of Sage Court... So you ARE a princess!"

"I'm not a princess, Bin. I'm a duchess. Now, tell me your thoughts on the matter before I lose my mind, please."

"What thoughts are there to have? So, you're a duchess. So what? I could tell you were high ranking. You even walk like a noble. You're still Y/N to me, and I'd love to continue our relationship, even if you eventually face an arrangement that keeps us apart. Or, if I face one first. Because I'm also a noble. Not quite Duke level, but my father is Marquis Seo."

Although you didn't expect him to be high-ranking, it didn't surprise you nearly as much as his completely unchanging attitude towards you. For him to admit so frankly that you are still you despite your title, your heart skips a beat.

"It doesn't matter to you that I'm ranked higher than you?"

"Not in the slightest. I am attracted to you as a person, and your title has no basis on that in my eyes. Plus, I could ask my father to send an attempt at marriage to yours, and I believe he would be all for moving the family rank up."

You can't help but smile at his joke, especially after knowing that he's likely talking from his heart. Due to the unexpected turn of events, you pull him in for a tight hug. As you relax in his arms, you find yourself falling for him and his unusual ways.

"Maybe I'll ask my father to consider it."

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lifeofamarauder · 2 years

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The Dark Prince 1

Mattheo Riddle x Odette

Part 1 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,313 words

I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

Intro: I had a few quiet first years at Hogwarts. I explored the castle, read books in the library, and even brought a black cat to join me my in fourth year. It was all so quiet and nice. Until he came along.

I'm officially fifteen.

I'm officially fifteen and I have planned absolutely nothing for today. If my mum were here she would be scolding me about not having planned some grand party in the astronomy tower or at the very least invited my friends to Hogsmeade then getting drunk off of butterbeer and pumpkin ale. I couldn't tell her how impossible this was seeing as the only person who knew and cared about my birthday was Luna, a fourth year who would join me and jinx (my adorable kitten I brought with me last year) reading together or playing wizards chess. I also could never tell her how horrible I was at wizards chess and that miss Luna Lovegood beat me every time. I value my life too much for that, though I don't mind either of these things myself. But I am truly the antithesis of her.

My mother is a kind woman, as long as you are one of her party guests or my older brother, Silas. Two years older than me and more perfect than any other Ravenclaw Purebred around, Silas may as well be a Prince according to my mother. He even became Prefect this year. We're all so very thrilled (or so I'm told).

But today, I get to do whatever I want, and I don't need to tell anyone else about it. Today is the one day of the year I can be completely selfish and introverted. I only take this one day to myself, as my mother and my brother take control of my other 364.

I pet Jinx and move her off my chest before I set out some toys for her to entertain herself while I'm gone. Even though I know she will just end up sitting at the window watching ravens fly by the tower, I want to make sure she has anything she might need. I've never met a more spoiled cat and honestly? She deserves it.

I manage to make it all the way to the library without running in to Silas or his Quidditch buddies who would immediately notify him about my whereabouts. I'll count that as my first birthday gift of the day. I'm all prepared to sit in my favorite nook debating for around 30 minutes over which book to read first (I brought 3 just in case) when I notice someone in my spot.

Now, I didn't pick this spot my first year for its comfortable sitting or bright lighting, I picked it solely for it's purpose that it would be the very last place someone else would try to sit.

If this were any other day, I would walk away and decide to read in the astronomy tower or the empty corridor by the DADA classroom, which will most certainly be empty on a Saturday, but today is MY day. So I suck it up and decide to ask him to kindly leave him. I stand there awkwardly looking at his back and impulsively choose to poke him to get his attention.

His dark eyes immediately look up and I take a moment to fully look at his face now. He has a scar forming on his nose and another on his cheek that looks like it's been there a few years now. My breath catches when we make eye contact and I'm struck by how dark and deep his eyes are as they bore into mine.

I realize I'd been standing there staring at him for longer than I should, and shake my head a little to clear my thoughts before I force myself to continue.

"Can you move?"

Smooth.

He just keeps staring at me, his dark curls falling in his face, so I gather what's left of my courage and force out another sentence, slightly stronger this time.

"I need this seat. Can you please move to somewhere else?"

He, again, doesn't say anything, but this time his eyes darken slightly and he has the faintest hint of a smile.

I force myself not to smile back but unfortunately I cannot hide the blush escaping. I open my mouth to elaborate once more when he finally says something.

"What's your name Princess?"

I'm taken aback by the unexpected pet name. Princess? I just met this guys and he thinks its ok to call me Princess? He just keeps sitting in my seat, not acknowledging my request and SMIRKING at me. My desire to smile at him is gone, now taken over by annoyance. Who does he think he is?

"Apologies your highness, you must not have heard me. Honestly." I roll my eyes to give full effect of my annoyance. "I just want-"

"I mean I'm more than happy to keep calling you 'Princess', Princess, I just thought your name might be more favorable to you." he interrupts me while turning back to his book. And wouldn't you know, he's STILL smirking. I'm starting to lose it.

"You most certainly may not keep calling me Princess, my name is Odette and it's my birthday and all I want for this one day is to read in my spot where no one will bother me and maybe if I'm feeling adventurous I'll steal some hot chocolate up to my room and read THERE until I fall asleep and have to wake up and then once again do everything else for everyone else until I can't take it anymore!!!"

I realized my voice was rising and I had begun gesturing quite frantically but I kept eye contact with him. A small win. His smirk was still there, but this time his mouth was more agape and he looked like he was slightly shocked by my sudden outburst. And maybe impressed? I can't tell. I'm too shocked myself at my outburst that I can barely register anything else. I take deep breaths and try to calm my heart.

He slowly closes his book and stands up. I hide my head in embarrassment until I see his feet come almost in contact with mine as he backs me up into the bookshelf. My eyes shoot up and lock instantly with his which does nothing to calm my heart. I swear his face gets closer and I can feel his breath tickling my face but I'm unable to look away. He pulls in close to my ear and whispers, "My name's Mattheo but by all means, please keep calling me 'your highness'."

He pulls back only slightly to look at me, my face flaming by this point. The corners of his mouth lift up once more and he looks down to where I'm clutching my books in my hands. His hand reaches out and I think maybe he's coming in closer and I instinctively flutter my eyes closed. Instead, I feel one of the three books I'd long forgotten being pulled out of my hands. Mattheo steps slightly away from me, making the space he left suddenly feel cold.

He inspects the cover and looks back up at me before simply saying, "This is one of my favorites." He sets the book down on our table and he starts to walk off. I shake my head once more trying to clear it of whatever just happened.

"Happy birthday, Princess!" he calls over his shoulder.

I begin to call after him, feigning annoyance, to say that is not my name once more but he's already vanished.

I look back to the spot I just won back expecting to feel more victorious, though it suddenly looks much less enticing then it did minutes ago.

I sit down across from the book he laid on the table and attempt to pick through the two that he didn't touch but I tell myself I'm only curious as I pick through the one he claimed was his favorite.

I become fully immersed in the story and fail to notice the jealous eyes that had been peaking out at me from behind the shelves.

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kuruna · 7 days

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∞ Arisen & Pawn Character Introductions

Template by @arisenreborn ^.^ Thank you for making it- I love stuff like this!

♛ THE ARISEN:

NAME: Desdemona NICKNAME: Mona AGE: While she physically appears to be in her mid-late 20s, she is at least a few hundred years old. RACE: Some sort of elven subspecies! PRONOUNS: She/Her PREFERRED VOCATION: Mage or magic archer. While she is capable of battling up close and personal when necessary, she prefers keeping her distance. FAVORED GIFTS: She tends to enjoy expensive things. Gemstones, regal clothing, and the likes. She is constantly pretty low on funds, because as soon as she has enough gold she'll blow it all on cute outfits. FAMILY: Noblewoman mother, peasant father (estranged from both). Distantly related to my DD1 Arisen, Kuja.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Has a very strong sense of justice. Determined. Has a natural curiosity that makes it easy for her to find hidden secrets. Kind, despite how she tends to keep her distance from people. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Very, very private. Tends to keep things to herself. Distant in the sense she doesn't allow herself to become close to others. Reckless and impulsive, will rush head-on into danger if it's to help someone else (which isn't necessarily bad... but if she gets hurt too, then it's an issue!) LIKES: Shopping, gemstones, forests, perfumes, hanging out around the brothel (she doesn't even do anything there she's just nosy...), she is fond of helping others. DISLIKES: hot weather, battling against ogres (more often than not she is the only woman in her little party...), reading maps (she's awful at it), large cities (despite everything, she gets lost very easily). FUNFACTS: Kind of flirtatious but avoids commitment. In a modern AU she'd be really into gyaru fashion. Likes exploring new places, but has a tendency to get lost... and whenever she makes it back to whichever city is newest, her and her pawns are in a pretty bad shape due to it. Actually prefers seafood, but doesn't often cook it while camping since it's not as filling as the meats.

1. What was their life like before becoming Arisen? Desdemona lived a very aimless life, in a sense. Due to her age she's gone through many different experiences, but she does not tend to attach herself to anything. But she enjoys helping others, despite this. she enjoys doing things that may be considered noble... and so when Melve needed help, she headed there.

2. How do they handle being Arisen, and the responsibilities that come with it? In the beginning, it was devastating for her. She already thought that her long lifespan as an elf was a curse, but now she has the immortality that comes with being Arisen. What will she do now? Thinking about it makes her head ache. Regardless, she tries her best to be virtuous... in her own way.

3. What are their thoughts on Pawns in general? Desdemona feels more kinship with pawns than she does her fellow men. She relates to the experience of lacking the will to do as you please, though her life has changed greatly since her time spent in a noble's household. Even so, this had led her to be very protective of any pawn that enters her care even if it's only for a short time. When they are taken by the Brine or she is unable to save them in time, she feels as if she's betrayed them...

4. What's their relationship like with their main Pawn? One of their first interactions was Desdemona saying "I'm not fond of that title- "Master" or Arisen or what-have-you. I'd like if you'd simply use my name." This small thing established how they'd interact with one another during their journey. Galapagos' own will is something Desdemona encourages. She likes him to be able to choose for himself what he wants. This has led to some tense interactions with townspeople, of course. To most of the world, pawns are simply mindless followers. Why is it, then, that this particular pawn has such freedom? She's also just very protective over him and on more than one occasion may have threatened someone who was looking at him funny. Whoops!

5. Do they have any interest in being Sovran? What are their opinions on the politics of the world in general? Desdemona left the noble life behind her long ago... and so she isn't fond of the idea of being Sovran at all. If she has no other option, however, she would be willing to do it... but she'd rule in her own way, which would perhaps be a bit untraditional. She doesn't quite understand why Vermund's ruler NEEDS to be an Arisen, when Arisen aren't always the best people for the job, tradition be damned. It also frustrates her that while pawns are treated better in Vermund than they are in Battahl, it is clear that they are still seen as tools, or just accessories to the Arisen.

6. Who are their love interest(s) and/or closest friends? Desdemona enjoys flirting with Glyndwr (she thinks its funny how obvious his blush is when he's so pale), but doesn't really have an interest in pursuing him. she sees some similarities between herself and raghnall, but wishes he wasn't so pessimistic, despite being the same way. she likes wilhemina quite a bit, too. she is more sympathetic to her desire for revenge than most may be. brant doesn't dislike her, but he thinks she is a bit strange.

7. What drew them to their preferred vocation? Do they have history with it?Desdemona is a bit... reckless. She tends to go for vocations that allow herself to have a longer range during battle, because she knows otherwise she'll end up getting herself beat due to some impulsive choice she made. She is also simply pretty proficient in magic.

8. Do they have any hobbies? Any way of relaxing between all that monster-slaying and traveling?Desdemona looooooves shopping...the first thing she does upon finding a new town is hit up the shops, she'll do it even before staying at the inns. she also enjoys reading and collecting different rings...she's a bit picky about jewelry, though!

♟︎ THE PAWN:

NAME: Galapago Ialandos (he was named by the child of the first Arisen he served. You can just call him Galapagos, though.) NICKNAME: Gal AGE: Physically looks to be in his early-mid 30s, but is really a very ancient pawn. RACE: Same elf subspecies as Desdemona. PRONOUNS: He/him (but when he learns about they/them pronouns it's over for him quite literally) PREFERRED VOCATION: thief -> fight / warrior FAVORED GIFTS: Would definitely get really really flustered if given Any gift, but he not so secretly likes being given fancy armors and the likes. He loves being brought along on Desdemona's shopping trips. INCLINATION: Forager (it's Desdemona's fault... she likes randomly grabbing stuff and cramming it into her pockets, and now he does too.)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Dedicated and loyal, thoughtful, always looks at all sides of a situation before acting. Good at communicating and very honest about his feelings (as honest as he can be, at least). Makes friends rather easily. NEGATIVE TRAITS: At times is unquestioning of other's motivations, even if such a thing can get him hurt. Has a bad habit of running off on his own. A little bit of a hypocrite; will scold others for things he lets Desdemona get away with. LIKES: Sunny days, traveling in ox-carts (he likes to see the scenery go by), collecting flowers, street performances, fancy armor sets (he takes good care of them). DISLIKES: Rain, ghosts, spiders, even darkness... despite his life experiences, he's actually a bit of a scaredy-cat and is often jumpy when exploring caves and the likes. FUNFACTS: Used to wear a black face-paint, but since switching vocations he's stopped using it. Has several tattos and scars from his time spent with bandits. His eyesight is pretty bad, so he tends to rely on sound more than sight... Desdemona wants to see about getting him glasses, though.

1. What was their life like prior to being summoned by their Arisen? Galapagos once served under an Arisen of old. This Arisen was a bandit-king, and while he wasn't callously cruel like some are, he was definitely a bit uncaring towards Gal. Due to this experience, Galapagos learned to be ruthless in battle, and learned to make himself quiet an unassuming. When this Bandit-Arisen was caught and swiftly executed, he left behind a young child... and Galapagos began to raise this child as a way of continuing his service to the Arisen. It was a strange time in his life, to act as a parent when a pawn should have no desire for such a thing... eventually this child became an adult, and grew old, and passed on. Afterwards, Gal traveled aimlessly across different worlds until, many years later, he felt something calling out to him... and soon he appeared before Desdemona.

2. What is their opinion on the Arisen? How do they view their relationship? Desdemona is very, very different from the previous Arisen he served under. She encourages him to think and act for himself. She encourages him to speak (and be listened to), to try out new things, to explore freely even without her guidance. He isn't quite sure what to think of it all, except that her kindness towards him has made him start to feel... odd. He doesn't know, for example, why seeing Glyndwr tends to make him feel instantly bitter (Gal hasn't realized it yet but the answer is very simple... he wants Desdemona to be flirting with Him instead!!)

3. Is there anything about the Arisen they find troublesome? Be it a small quirk or bad habit? (Or are they obviously flawless?) He wishes she wouldn't run off on her own so often! So many times they've ended up in perilous situations because desdemona got herself separated from him. at the time time, he finds her boundless curiosity very charming. he can never stay upset with her for long. and again, he tends to grow Mysteriously Annoyed and Angry when she flirts with others, though he tends to hide it (it's none of his business who Desdemona talks to, after all). He only figures out he's experiencing jealously when he brings it up to Brant (Brant does Not want to know the details about this, but Gal didn't know who else to ask about it 😭)

4. What is their specialization and is there any story behind how they cultivated that skill set? He's a forager... but it's not for any deep reason. It's simply that Desdemona herself loves foraging, and Galapagos ended up loving it too. However... they both end up carrying very heavy packs by the end of the day.

5. Do they have any thoughts on the politics of the world and their place in it as a Pawn - or how Pawns are treated? Due to his age, Galapagos has seen the world, as well as the way pawns are treated within it, change much over the years. Despite the attempts of Empress Nadinia, he noted that pawns have been getting treated even worse within Battahl, no doubt as backlash against the Empress giving pawns more legal rights. It frustrates him, though he doesn't often voice it. After his experience as a parent, he doesn't see himself as being overly different from humans or beastrens. He grieved his loss all the same.

6. Does their journey with the Arisen change them in any significant way and how? Galapagos becomes more confident and more talkative... he also, of course, falls in love for the first time, though he's reluctant to voice that. But being treated simply as a fellow man by Desdemona has enabled him to be true to himself.

7. Is there a reason they chose their preferred vocation? Due to his past as a pawn serving under a bandit, Galapagos was an archer and thief for a time, focusing on long range attacks and being sneaky. But he felt as if he learned all he could, and felt as if he were stagnating. And so he switched to a fighter at first... he wanted to learn new skills, but... something about being able to protect Desdemona in the same way a knight would... made him feel very excited. He's also giving warrior a try (Desdemona likes seeing him swing around that big hammer).

8. Do they have any hobbies or preferred past-times? He likes camping more than he'd admit... he also enjoys going on shopping trips with Desdemona (he acts like he isn't as Into fashion as she is, but more than once she's caught him eyeing some nice outfit or fancy suit of armor with a sparkle in his eyes). He finds it relaxing to be near the beach, and would probably enjoy fishing if he ever gave it a try... he's anxious about the idea of sailing on the water, though.

#hope plays dragon's doggy #i hope u enjoy reading about my freaks <3

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hrodvitnon · 20 days

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Idea I had about the Iwi and their Guardian Titan.

A lot of people favor bringing Phosphora back as it makes more sense for the lore for it to not be Mothra- and I do kinda agree with that to an extent.

But… what about Battra? There's been talk of him being in Abraxasverse, but I feel he could actually be hugely important for some later events (Xenilla). Him being the Iwi's patron Titan makes a lot of sense as he may see them as the purist form of humanity- one that lives in harmony with nature instead of- what the rest of humanity does. He could've entrusted them the gift of the summoning ritual for whenever things got bad on their end or for when they believed The Planet needed protection.

Additionally- I'm an advocate for Battra as a major player in Abraxasverse. Especially as a Mothra foil as that could be a really cool exploration of both her and him as characters. Think of Mothra as an Oath of Ancients Paladin while Battra rocks the Oath of Vengeance against the Planet's enemies with extreme prejudice.

Also, and excuse me for getting Final Fantasy brained here, I think it's really a cool concept that Battra is associated with Black and Mothra is associated with White, and they're each the Planet's greatest assets (cough Black and White materia cough). Imagine if Mothra's healing and restorative prowess was inverted into destructive prowess.

Also- I personally think that Battra could have more authority then even Godzilla, Shimo, or Ozzy. Hear me out on this one: The Planet usually entrusts the job of keeping balance to Goji, Mothra, and the others. They do a good job a lot of the time- but sometimes even they're prone to getting biases about certain things (seeing potential in humanity even though they're a threat to the natural world, not wanting to kill Xenilla because they believe Ozzy can still be saved). Battra would not think like this. His loyalty to the planet would be absolute at all times and he'd only make his presence known when there's a world-ending threat that he suspects Mothra would need help with- or whenever he feels the need to remind the others of their jobs. I reckon this would lead to Battra having a very dynamic relationship with both the Iwi and the Titans. He'd be a portent, in many ways, a sign that the Planet is suffering or under threat- but he'd also be a sign of strength, of action; that the Planet is to go war with her enemies and she needs her Vanguard. If Mothra's the planet's All-Mother of Peace- he's the All-Father and God of War.

For this reason, I'd like to contextualize him as being the Titan's version of Admiral Stenz, or something similar. The Commander-in Chief of the Titans who only shows up when there's a bitter war to win. He'd wield the same amount of power as the King and Queen- essentially their Lord Commander who doesn't answer to them, but the only authority higher then them- the Planet Herself. Another idea I find really interesting- he could also exercise a form of executive power to make himself King, should shit get really out of hand. Essentially instituting a form of Martial Law amongst the Titans.

This would make his relationship to the Titans very complicated- especially with Mothra. She may see him as an older brother (especially if they grew up together, which I totally vibe with too) and hold love for him in that way. He may even reciprocate- but he has to put his duty above everything, and expect others to do the same. He may even see a disagreement between them as a betrayal- how could his beloved sister stand by while their home is decimated by the encroachment of the humans? How could any of the Titans? On one hand- Mothra's happy to see him whenever he drops by, but it's always 50/50 if he's here to help or get pissed at someone for not doing their job. Goji would feel a very similar way. Battra is an enormously helpful ally when he wants to be, but Goji's almost always the first person he yells at if shit's gone bad. He also can't really retaliate as Battra's basically his boss (or- his boss's messenger). I wanna stress that I don't see Battra as the Planet's mindless weapon- just someone fiercely loyal who tolerates nothing less then perfection when serving the Great Mother.

I've also seen people suggest that he may hold contempt for the synthetic Titans (Dagon, Abraxas, Biollante)- but I feel like he'd be a little more sympathetic to them, especially if they're making the best of their new lots in life in service to the Planet. He may be a little grossed out by them- but I feel he'd be infinitely angrier at the people who inflicted this torment on them. Like- he'd see Shin or Ladon once, hear about what happened with Apex, and then proceed to storm to Godzilla and Mothra and absolutely tear into them for not eviscerating every single Apex employee that draws breath for such a blatant affront to nature and act of cruelty. He'd be irate to hear that they think of themselves as parents to them if humanity got to go unpunished for this shit (read: They did not go unpunished- but in Battra's eyes anything less then millions of deaths in retaliation counts as unpunished).

Wow this turned into a big Battra HC ask- lol. Insert obligatory apology for ask box bombing. In conclusion: bat cool.

I do like this take on Battra! He provides an interesting foil to Mothra and isn't entirely wrong about the humans who actively mess around with the planet, he's just fiercely devoted to Earth; he hears "Apex employees who were just trying to do their jobs" and thinks "accomplice by inaction/apathy". I also like the idea that he doesn't immediately hate "unnatural" Titans and instead is like "you're strange, but your soul is as true as any."

(Ha, when the words Final Fantasy hit my eyes I thought "oh, like White Magic and Black Magic! Holy and Flare! ...oh yeah, materia. Close enough!")

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #abraxasverse #battra

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aibhilin-atibeka · 2 months

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I just saw an ask game :D and I do have a question that I think would be fun for you.

What actually interested you in learning multiple languages in the first place and what draws you to a language that makes you want to learn it?

Oohhhh, now that's a fun one! :D

Well. I learned my first "real true" (no, seriously, honest) foreign language at the age of 9 and I felt absolutely neutral towards it.

Meh, 'twas another subject at school, so what? XD younger!me was not specifically very interested in languages at all. I had the world to explore, after all! What's languages compared to manga? Compared to anime? Compared to books?

Compared to the real world? Darn, no, I sure am not throwing time at something I might never use again at a later date in life, see me go "nope" at languages and "yes" to life experiences.

And then my sister went and learned to fluently speak five languages somehow. It seemed very much like "all of a sudden she can speak five languages" to me. Dammit all, I had to learn at least as many, didn't I?

That - along with my school offering languages as their educational focus - helped. Still wasn't ideal, but I'd gotten that certain nudge into this direction then. And at that point my love for Japan was noticeably not fading, so I got gifted a Japanese language class. And... sort of haven't stopped learning Japanese since. Whoops?

At the same time my school offered French and in a choice between Italian and French? Sure, I'll choose French (the language sounded nicer at that time and the teacher kinder). I can learn Italian later on, once the school offers another language choice two years into the first one, right?

Right?

Wrong. Had to choose between Spanish and computer science, so no Italian for me back then. But Spanish is basically Italian on crack, isn't it? (pls don't dunk on teenage!me, teenage!me was a bit of a teenager back then) They're 1:1 understandable to one another, right? Right?

Also wrong.

But that didn't stop me from starting Italian on my own at university.

And a friend offered to teach a class of Turkish right in-between school and university, so there we went~

And university itself offers language classes too, how could I not check them out and study Hindi for a bit?

... somehow, without even consciously being aware of it, I'd accumulated a starting vocab for about twenty languages before I was twenty (how do I know that exact number at that exact age? I had to do a language autobiography collecting, chronologically listing and presenting all my language studies and some of the knowledge I'd obtained in detail for a class shortly after turning twenty).

By now it's probably stayed *roughly* the same in number (... maybe I added five to ten-ish languages since then? no clue), though I couldn't say whether or not that's simply because of where I live or what opportunities I had or what little time I've had to spend on accumulating more languages since. Life's a busy bee, sometimes, and the life of an author/linguist/leisure-social-media-scroller (tumblr I'm looking at you) feels even busier. Never mind any other engagements I have ended up in so far.

I have an ongoing interest in languages cause I find it fun to be able to communicate with the world in whatever language I can. They're a means to reading, listening and interacting with people and there's wordplay to consider. ;) In short, I find it fun.

To answer your questions:

What actually interested you in learning multiple languages in the first place

I stumbled into them like Winnie the Pooh might stumble into a pot of honey XD there was no definitive moment of "Oh, I'm interested in becoming a polyglot now" - at the point in time that I had that realisation I already was one.

and what draws you to a language that makes you want to learn it?

Depending on the language, I have different motivations for learning them:

Japanese: "stopping now makes just as much sense as a prisoner breaking out might stop in front of the 9th out of 10 walls they'd have to climb", also "I've got manga to read in Japanese just to get all the jokes in them" and "I bought and imported books from Japan that I still have to read"

French: "I still haven't read all of the Arsène Lupin series" and "from time to time the Frenchspeakers release funny movies that I wanna watch in the original language"

Italian: "darn, originally I was in this for the bit but I'm committed to learning it now with whatever means necessary"

Spanish: is "just sort of there" and "Sometimes I find articles and news pages and books I want to read that just so happen to be in Spanish, so why not read them in Spanish, I don't even need a translation"

Korean: "I want to be able to read you at one point, darn it all to hell"

etc. ad infinitum. I didn't even mention all the ones I'm fluent in here, never mind all the ones I started to learn at one point in my life, so yeah.

I love the challenge? I love the way learning languages open up a whole new world view to you as you go along? I adore being able to read yet more books by just learning a language? I love word games?

All of these and more count towards my interest in languages. :D Gotta say, languages rock. Polyglottism ftw.

@stereden cause I can

@a-knight-owls-curse thanks for the interesting ask!

#ask game #I got asked!#thank you for the ask!#linguistics #linguistic shenanigary #is accidental polyglottism a thing?#if not it certainly ought to be #pls forgive my french #and the cursing

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Hello,I absolutely adore your work! I have been binding books for a few years now (mostly scanlated manga that hasn't been licensed,and some pdf books that are too expensive for me to afford or too rare to buy). I came across your work a few months ago,and absolutely relish your posts. I was wondering if I could ask for some advice?

Do you print your books at home,or use a printing service? Because they're such massive amounts of pages if I want to do a full series...once I printed a 24 volume series and my printer reached its page limit,and I had to get it serviced to reset it😭(I know a code can be bought and used,if it happens again I intend to do that but I'd like to avoid if possible). If you use a service can you recommend any,or any general advice for finding one?

And if you print them at home, could you give some advice on how to print Quattro or snaller books? I just use Acrobat (older versions) to print in booklet setting to get a half page sized book,I would really appreciate some knowledge on how to go smaller (and save some paper)

It's okay if you would rather not answer though,or if you want to take a while,I completely understand if that's the case!

Oh my gosh, you can absolutely ask anything you want, this is my favorite hobby to enable people for! (I LOVE that you're doing this for scanlations, also! My manga hyperfixation is mostly dormant right now, but once my brain locked on to archival work for fan translations of cnovels, I immediately started anxiously circling this idea like a dog whining because it can't fit all the toys in its mouth at once, so I'm delighted to hear someone has this interest!)

I print my books at home. I've considered using a printing service for some special cases, like large paper my machine can't handle, but it was ultimately expensive enough, and my personal needs were off enough (I do high-volume, fast-turnaround work) that I've never actually followed through. I'm fortunate that a few years before I picked up this hobby, I got a color laser duplex printer (canon mf cdw644, iirc) as a gift, and it's filled all my needs beautifully, so I never had to look for another way to tackle the issue.

It is still very expensive to make as many books as I do, I've spent unconscionable amounts of money just on toner, but the math shakes out pretty clearly in my favor. Now, an issue that has occurred to me for more graphic prints would be that if a comic page has a lot of hard blacks, I'm not sure how much it would take before it was cost-effective to go elsewhere. I'm not sure if a point like that does exist, but it's a question I'd be interested in knowing an answer to!

(Laser printers tend to be more expensive up front, but cheaper to use in the long term. I do know one person who owns an ink TANK printer and sings its praises, but those can be harder to find for home usage)

One thing that I'm not sure would apply to your printer is that for big jobs, I *think* my computer and printer run out of memory and it messes up not just the current print job, but future ones I queue up after it, and switching the printer off only makes it worse. My pages start looping back to the beginning of the print job and starting over and the only fix is to reset my print spooler in my system services directory and ruthlessly cancel jobs until my print queue stays empty. I can get around that by printing smaller sets of pages at a time (1-50, then 51-100, etc), so something like that might also help coax your printer into cooperating!

And ahhhh, yes, small books! I'm a HUGE fan, I rarely print anything larger than quarto these days. I use a free tool developed by other fan binders, which I'll link right here

https://momijizukamori.github.io/bookbinder-js/

It has a lot of settings that I haven't explored in too much depth, but I use it to impose almost everything I make. There are layouts for the straightforward divide-in-half imposition (half-letter, quarto, octavo, etc), but towards the bottom there are wacky layouts, like six sheets per side of paper. There might be resources somewhere in renegadepublishing that go into more depth, but like I said, my experimentation has been relatively bland XD In general, I recommend double checking the files you get from it for whether you want to flip on the long or the short edge, but other than that, I've found the tool very intuitive and easy to use!

I hope that helps!!! I'm always delighted to help people out with any of this stuff :D

#spock replies #crafts #bookbinding

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the-trinket-witch · 3 months

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Yandere!OC Headcanons, Part 2 (Actual Original Characters!)

I've explored the toxic sides/What Ifs of my TWST OCs, through a yandere lens. So I thought I'd try writing the same idea for my original characters as a way to start better introducing them. (NOTE: I shouldn’t have to but apparently need to preface that writing this is not me condoning said behavior or idealizing it. If you recognize patterns like this in people in your real life, I cannot advise one way or another what you do with that information.)

Wilfred O’Toole:

A volatile one, this cowboy is. Sadism could be the one word to describe him in all realms. He’s AroAce, so none of his actions come from either place, but if he wants to get his hands on you, he will. He’s not above incapacitation, by any means available. Pray you haven’t done anything that warrants your wanted poster to state ‘Alive or Dead’. Though, with the Fae, death may be one of the better outcomes.

Brom Thorinson:

Lucky you to have met someone who seems to have it all put together. He would treat you as the jewel in the heart of his dragon hoard, just don’t go making plans of leaving said hoard. His small ‘business’ affords him the resources to make him a blackmailer extraordinaire. He's also got the muscle (both physically and connections) to make separation difficult. Best to just keep at his side; it leaves less of a mess.

Alphonso Ketzal:

This boy was difficult to pin what his 'yandere/toxic relationship' dynamic was; he's just that sweet and easy-going. What a dramatic bish, though, if you really caught his eye. Be glad he isn’t also a theater major. But being an art major, He'll get creative in his attempts to keep you around. He will question where all his handmade gifts to you went. But any attempt at pushback will result in him showing his belly; he’s that whipped for you. It’s kind of pathetic from an outside perspective, but he doesn’t care about them; only you.

Kostara Segado:

She's basically a cop. 'nuff said. She isn't physical, but as someone who’s legally untouchable, she is morally and from a safety perspective unfuckable. Do Not Engage.

Cassius Baker:

He's a medieval fantasy private investigator. Never expect privacy again. There is a file on you, and he's got it locked and loaded like a crossbow the moment anything turns sideways. Why else would people you love and grow attached to suddenly grow wary and distant from you? ‘It’ll be okay,’ he’ll say. ‘Let’s get some bread started and forget about those people.’

So'e Albertis:

Another sad-sack. The 'everybody leaves me' type, willing to jump through hoops to satisfy you. She doesn't have hypnotic abilities, and while she is normally a Hard No on love potions/death magic, she isn't above microdosing you poison. Little Miss 'Munchausen by Proxy'. 'Oh you poor thing wouldn't survive out in the swamp, let me take care of you.' And don’t think because she takes off to forage for ingredients, that you are home alone. Keep an eye on the shadows, there may be a pair of familiar’s eyes staring back.

#Trinket's Rattlin' Bones #original character #scalie #monster girl #snake woman #dragon oc #dullahan #coatl dragon #yandere #oc yandere #oc drabbles

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