#hi hello i am still alive btw

[lunathrix]

How pk figured out void can be made into babies: An essay in four panels

#hollow knight #comic #pale king #the soup #hi hello i am still alive btw #i was real busy teaching but now that the semesters almost over hopefully i will return to posting more regularly :D

[meowonhao]

artist made pop-up photo dump! :P

#yes hello hi i am alive btw… #did feel the need to come back and flex a bit just bc i was at this damn mall from 7am to idk like 1pm? #but i had a nice time and bought all the things i wanted to so i can’t complain too much #went in limiting myself to just hoshi’s big tiger wonu’s bag and hao’s 디팔이 set #ended up with all of that plus coups’ drinking glasses from last season bc i rlly liked how they looked in person #still counting that as a win for me bc only going one item over what i originally planned to purchase anywhere is amazing for me #i actually didnt love any of wonu’s stuff but i just got the bag to get the postcard gift thing haha #i’ll use it at the concerts i guess! #diamond life

[babyyweebbitch]

Home

i would like so sincerely apologize for the sad writing i made a few days ago, please take this semi cute one 🧍🏾‍♀️ im gonna milk the shit out of this btw

content warning : !!!CALL OF DUTY MW3 SPOILERS!!! , Female reader , death , angst in general

It’s been a few months after yours and Johnnys deaths… Simon still wasn’t doing good but he was better than he was before. he went back to working with the rest of 141 a few times and there was a mission he was on that he got injured on pretty badly and he was fighting for his life in the hospital for days…

he was on a mission in Russia, flying in the back of a helicopter with Gaz being the pilot, Simon and John shooting at enemies down below. he was hitting every target and being dead silent while he did so. in the corner of his eye he saw something flying towards them but he didn’t think much of it, he just kept shooting trying to take out his anger on people that weren’t even involved in your deaths. suddenly the back of the helicopter was hit by a rocket of a rocket launcher. Simon immediately fell back as the helicopter lost control and started spinning in the air. Gaz tried his best to regain control but it was hard

John tried reaching for Simon once he noticed him starting to slip out, he failed to grab him in time and Simon fell out. after that Simon woke up in a hospital bed with tubes connected to him and in an excruciating amount of pain, he tried moving but eventually passed out from the pain…

this would happen a lot over the next few days, him waking up, screaming out in pain and passing out the rest of the day… the doctors only gave him a week to survive because his injuries were so severe, when he landed on the floor after falling out the helicopter he broke almost every bone in his body, lungs were punctured and many vital organs were damaged.

Simon woke up and his eyes shot open… he wasn’t in a hospital bed… or the hospital room he grew to be familiar with every time he woke up and screamed in pain… most importantly he wasn’t in pain… he moved his hands to touch his chest and stomach as if he had lost something. he looked around and he was in the living room of a house with a fire place, christmas decorations, a blanket over his lap and a cup of tea on the little coffee table beside his chair.

you walked in with a tray full of snacks and Johnny followed after you, you both we talking about holidays and how you can spend them with a few people who very clearly were not alive anymore, you placed the tray on the larger coffee table and you looked up to see Simon staring at the two of you.

“Y/n…. Johnny…?” he asked almost a little scared but confused. he slowly stood up and immediately ran to bring the two of you into a tight hug. Johnny laughed softly as he hugged him back, so did you

“Hey Simon, buddy! we missed you” Johnny said with the happiest sounding tone of voice

“hello to you too, Simon” you chuckled as you rubbed his back gently. you felt him shaking like he was crying — which he was. he buried his face into your shoulder and held you and Johnny like this was the last time he ever would

“am… am i dreaming…?” he said softly as he calmed down his crying and looked down at the two of you.

“no… you’re not…” you said softly as you looked up at Simon. you knew he knew he was dead…. you just didn’t know if it settled in quite yet

“what is this place…?”

“our home…. Simon… this is where we live from now on…” Johnny said softly as he could also tell Simon that knew he was dead, it just hasn’t settled in yet. after a while of silence and looking around the living room in shock Simon smiled softly and he laughed softly as well…

“whats so funny, Bubba?” you said jokingly using the nickname you had for him before you died

“i wasn’t expecting the afterlife to be something we all wanted….” he said as he walked to look out the window, it was snowing showing that it was christmas time in the afterlife just like it was in the real world. You and Johnny looked at each other before walking over to stand next to him

“we all wanted the same thing….”

“that was to spend the rest of eternity together…” you added softly as you looked at the two men

“im glad im home…” Simon said softly as he grabbed the two of you into another hug. the three of you laughed softly as you hugged realizing you all wanted the exact same thing in the after life — to be together

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare 3 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mctavish x reader #soap x reader #soap headcanons #x reader #x female reader

[adorejungkook]

Baby got Back!!

CHAPTER 2

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you, before the other two find their way into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; series, eventual smut, pining, the boys are horny they talk a bit raunchy about you, big dick!jk, you canonically have a nice booty <3, still exposition but expect smut within the next two chapters... maybe, this chapter seems shorter so I may also update tommorow

chapter. 1 , 2, 3

Jimin somehow felt like the worst friend at the moment, but also the luckiest man alive. He couldn’t decide if having his hands around your waist was better than the look on Jungkook’s face when he pulled you closer.

 “Hyung,” Jungkook said flatly, lip between his teeth as he lifted your bags into the trunk of Jimin’s van, “Come help me with the bags for a second,”

 “Oh wow, the gym rat can’t lift a few bags? I’m comin’,” Jimin chuckles, squeezing your sides one more time before strolling over to the back of the car.

“Thanks for letting me ride with you guys, I was not trying to drive,” You laughed, peeking your head around to give Jungkook a wave and a smile. You don’t notice the shade of red his ears have turned when you look away.

“You can’t get mad when we’re around her if you don’t even talk to her,” Jimin sighed, nudging his doe-eyed friend who was still staring at the place you had been standing, “You’re like the only guy who can cockblock yourself and everyone around you at the same time!”

“Holy shit, can you be any louder?!”, the younger boy hissed, slamming the trunk closed. 

“Yo, do not fuck up my car cuz you wanna act like you’ve never met a girl before,” Jimin warned, pushing him toward the front of the car. 

“I’m sitting up front this time, Kook,” Taehyung called out, waving him off when he came towards the door.

“Oh. Okay!” 

Oh, not okay. You were in the back of the car so obviously, he couldn’t be back there! Jungkook was sure that if he even looked at you while you were both sitting back there he’d either nut or die…probably both at the same time. 

This was so weird. He’s known you for the longest and he’s been into you for just as long but for some reason, he could barely give you a hello when he saw you lately.  He knew he had to get over it before Park fucking Jimin eats your ass or somethi-

“JK, I got peach gummies anddd barbeque chips!” You say excitedly, shaking the gummy bag before popping a ring in your mouth.

Your warm voice brings him back to earth and makes him realize he was the only person not in the van. Way not to draw attention to himself, right?

“W…wait for me!”

 

About ten minutes into the car ride, Jungkook started to relax a little bit. He was still a nervous wreck, but he managed to push out little jokes albeit very corny jokes but at least now he had a reason to be staring at your lips.

[Tae-Hyung 🤠] : Ur Stuttering btw😶(Sent 9:46 AM)

[Me]: Focus on the road pls? 😐

[Tae-Hyung🤠]: Jimin is driving not me hehe 

[Me]: EW you typed out hehe

Asshole.

Thank you all for the love on the first chapter of baby got back! please anticipate the third chapter :)

taglist:

@yourbobaeyestell @coralmusicblaze @koikooky @jjkrinvgs @distinguisheddestiny @theladyblue @yopjm @jungkooksseuphoria @hollowtree10 @livorna @slutforwwh @hopewxride @namjoonimtheman2 @kooscameras @treethatswithpetra @canarystwin @idkreallys-blog @daisies-and-dandelionpuffs @jalexd @emeraldjade23 @jaehyunsbreadbasket @thatfatbussy01 @bigbootyjoonie @jiimtaee @boys0verflowers @kooklovesu @petalsofink @tornparts @telepathytae @jkjeon9709 @uarmyhopelover @multilingual-kpop @swga-recs

#jeon jk #jeon jeongkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #kpop smut #bts v #taehyung #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin smut #taehyung smut #bts fic #bangtan #kook.series #jk.bgb

[cj-the-random-artist]

some assorted doodles.  Because hi hello I am still alive lol and Instagram should not be the only spot I put my doodles.

I basically.  finished the big group drawing.  Then had finals.  Which also required a lot of drawing.  And then I spent my finals week with a bit of wrist pain because.  Drawing a lot for several years will do that apparently.  So then I went on spring break and drew basically nothing for a week.  And then I got back from break and started drawing again and now my artstyle’s changed.  So there’s a minor why I haven’t posted anything update to go with my doodles lol in case y’all were interested

Also, bonus doodle down here that’s inspired by a post that I cannot find.  And I don’t 100% remember who it was from but it was about Icicles by the Scary Jokes as an Impulse life series villain arc song??  (which was my first introduction to that song and it’s a bop btw)  So I made this doodle.  Disclosure, there’s like... a little bit of stylized blood and probably also a bit of an implication of violence in said doodle.  But anyways enjoy this bonus doodle

In conclusion!!  Here’s a doodle dump and a why-i-dont-have-more-art assortment of words.  Enjoy and have good day!!

#skizzleman #skizzleman fanart #impulse sv #impulsesv fanart #imp and skizz #imp and skizz fanart #tagging them cuz. there's a lot of them lol #good times with scar #tango tek #ethoslab #grian #martyn in the little wood #im realizing. this impulse doodle at the end is really kind of giving boogey impulse. i drew this quite a bit before that tho lol #honestly tho i love. love love love drawing in just straight up ballpoint pen and marker. it's so good i love it #but yea enjoy my bad doodles lmao

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hii! using the same prompt as the "farmer as a walking dead (part 2)" could i possibly get magnus' reaction to seeing his spouse like that? (aka magnus reacting to the farmer being able to control themselves despite being practically dead)

if your requests aren't open then i am SO sorry, i saw that the status was set to open and just assuned they were

Hello, dear anon! 👋

You read that right - my askbox is open again, so welcome and don't be shy to ask something again! Thanks for the ask btw (mmm, angst and pain, my favorite 🥲) and enjoy!

"It was all my fault..."

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The Farmer was lucky that it was Camilla who first discovered them, as other mages and adventurers would have simply destroyed the already not quite alive youth without even looking into it. The head witch of the Castle Village was able to hide the frightened and confused Farmer, who had been missing for about a month, and help them figure out what had happened. It didn't take long to figure it out, because outwardly Farmer was no different from empty shells, shadows of those former adventurers who had fallen victim to the dark ancient magic of the cursed deserts. Except that unlike all of them, Farmer retained their mind and memory.

It was a shock to everyone, and it was naturally that it was a huge shock to Magnus, who rushed into the room where everyone was standing, along with Camilla and Farmer.

The witch had already wanted to punish the one who had blabbed to Magnus about Farmer before his due date. The fact that Farmer was alive, but not quite, was definitely a huge blow to Magnus, and the Castle Village witch wanted to try to soften the blow, for the sake of her old friend.

Confused, angry, hurt, exhausted by sleepless nights and the immense guilt over the death of his most beloved person, Magnus walked up to the Farmer, despite the others' best efforts to stop the wizard.

Some expected a great tirade, some even expected Magnus to start a fight with someone out of an overabundance of emotion. But all the wizard did was to hug the Farmer, who couldn't even say anything in his defense.

All the Farmer's clothes were covered in blood and dirt, they themselves smelled of death, their hearts didn't beat.... And yet, it was them. It was the same Farmer who had smiled their snow-white smile at Magnus that last time they had headed into the Crimson Badlands. It was them...

And Magnus had let them go, let them die...

"Magnus, it's not your fault."

It was all his fault...

"Magnus."

It's all his fault, and he knows it...

"Magnus, look at me."

And he did. He raised his head and directed the look of his moist eyes at Farmer's face.

Even though Farmer's pupils had turned scarlet as rubies and the whites of their eyes were dark as void, it was still the same Farmer.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #magnus rasmodius #thanks for the ask! #sdv farmer #sve headcanon

[yourantag]

hi! i see from your profile the requests are open, i hope i didnt mistook it as other type of request because i wanted to request ithaqua x reader, where they were in duo hunters match. the reader was kiting the other hunter and when they were in between pallet, the reader didnt know ithaqua was behind them because of the heartbeat. when the reader was avoiding the other hunter to get in their side, ithaqua hit them from behind making the reader knocked down. the reader felt betrayal and they were upset because of the sudden jump scare by ithaqua

you can ignore this request if you want to! i dont want to make you uncomfortable, and btw i love your work! hope you have a nice day (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

AN: Hello anon! My requests are indeed open for writing, so don't worry. I was actually quite surprised since I've never gotten a request before, not that that's a bad thing. I am working on an intro currently so that I can clear up any confusion in the future. Thank you for requesting, writing for Ithaqua is always a pleasure!  Word count: 1.2k words Summary: You're tired, having kited since the beginning of this god forsaken duo hunters match. Maybe that's why when Ithaqua takes you by surprise, the betrayal stings more so than ever before.

Your heart beat out of your chest, adrenaline and the magic of the manor causing it to go into overdrive. Though your lungs burned and your limbs ached, you didn't dare to stop. Grace, however kind and sweet she can be outside of the game, was the embodiment of a menace during matches. Her abilities made it difficult to kite or rescue, which wasn't exactly favorable for you nor your teammates. 

What made matters worse was that this was a duo hunters match. These matches weren't exactly the best considering how chaotic it could get. Sometimes the survivors won by a landslide, other times the hunters completely decimated everyone. It was a time where it felt like no one knew what was happening.

You had hoped you'd be lucky enough to not stand out, decoding until either the gates were opened or the dungeon was unlocked. Sadly, you ended up being chased quite early on, unable to hide when you were caught smack dab in the middle of Moonlit River Park. 

When you saw the silhouette of Grace close by, you couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh as you started running. Why did you have to be the first kiter?

Throughout your kite, a few ciphers popped, so you at least knew you were doing well. You still don't know who the other hunter is, but you count that as a blessing. Having one hunter chase you is one thing, but two? You know that's a strategy, but not one you like seeing as you're the one facing it.

You try to catch your breath as you weave through the tent, slamming a pallet as you heave. You don't know how Patricia and the other kiters do it. They kite for what seems like hours on end without even seeming the least bit exhausted. Maybe you should take up William's offer to train with him. You aren't out of shape, but if you're dragged into any more duo hunter matches, you're gonna need that extra training.

Even with your legs straining to get you just a bit farther away from Grace, it seemed like you were inevitably going down soon. It frustrated you a bit, even if it was to be expected. It wasn't like you hadn't been doing well, you maintained a good kite that let your teammates decode in relative peace. However, you knew once you went down, you were probably not getting out of this match alive.

Tired, disoriented, and maybe a bit spiteful, you let a burst of energy push you to another pallet. You knew that as long as you got this singular pallet stun, you'd probably be able to at least make it to the end game of this match. The cipher was almost primed, and you were just about at your limit.

This might simply be exacerbating your demise, but you were going to do it anyway. A chance at getting out was better than nothing, and it was a risk you were willing to take.

It was all perfectly timed.

In a flurry of movement, Grace grunted in pain as the pallet slammed over her head. Though it didn't feel nice to hurt her, you knew it had to be done. Regardless, you didn't have a chance to feel guilty for not a moment later, your body flared in pain as you went down. With your focus having been on Grace entirely, you had failed to notice the presence of another hunter nearby.

Clutching your head in pain, you looked up with bleary eyes. Even in the state you're in, you know that figure anywhere. In that moment, in the depths of your heart, a fierce feeling of betrayal bubbled up.

You know that it's his job to hunt you. You know that it's your job to run from him. You know he hates this game as much as you do, yet even so, you can't help but hate him at this moment as you lay on the floor in pain.

The irrational feelings that rip apart your chest claw at your throat, begging you to let them out into spoken words. They promise to stab him with vengeance, inflicting upon him as much pain as he'd done unto you. You purse your lips to keep them down, lowering your eyes to the ground.

You could never do that to him.

Touched by the first snow of winter, he brings with him a chill known only on the coldest of mountains. His frost covered cape gives him a silhouette that makes him seem both fragile and dangerous, the embodiment of a glass canon. With what might as well be sickles as his shoes, he towers over most as he near silently approaches.

He is the whistle of the wind in frigid forests.

He is the shadows that lurk in the darkness cast by night.

He is the breeze that eases your heart in this place akin to Hell.

He is Ithaqua, and before he is a hunter, he is your friend. However betrayed you may feel, it isn't right for you to take it out on him when he never asked for the position he is in. 

He never asked to be a hunter, but you had chosen to be a survivor. 

So, even with your blood burning through your veins with liquid fire, you calm yourself. It may sting for you, but you knew it seared for him. Ithaqua claims to be a heartless monster, but you know better than anyone else he is anything but.

You let him pick you up as the last cipher pops, a little too late to be of any help to you. You roll your eyes as the echoes of "Sorry..." flood your mind. You wish you could turn the quick messages off, but for now, all you can do is echo back "Leave me!"

Having accepted your fate, you let yourself dangle from the balloons, completely limp. You try to think on the bright side, think about how, at the very least, Ithaqua and Grace will get some points out of this. You had pretty much 7 cipher kited Grace, so this was a fair trade off, more like a rip off really. Besides, even if you're sent back via rocket chair, you still get a lot of points too.

Absorbed in your thoughts, you barely realize that Ithaqua still hasn't chaired you after a considerable amount of time. Confused, you lift your head to realize he's taking you to the gate.

It's odd, really, how at that moment, you can't help but wish he'd simply chaired you instead. It would've given a bit more reason to your feelings, validated the stinging betrayal and conflicted hate. Instead, all that's left is bitter guilt.

Ithaqua has never been one to follow the rules of the manor, even at his own expense. As such, he had never considered downing you for any reason beyond setting you free.

You struggle, and while Ithaqua is completely and utterly confused, he still lets you go. You land on your feet as he quickly regains his bearings, the forced animation the game puts him through ending. For a moment, the two of you simply stare at each other.

You wonder if he understands. 

The anger, the guilt, the pain, the betrayal.

The way your weary heart pushes and pulls with every match the manor forces you two into.

You think he does- no, you're sure he does. You know cause as you smile at him, eyes crinkling at the corners, he looks like he's been struck.

You look at Ithaqua with affection and determination, your life fading out of the match as you surrender. 

He offered you mercy.

You offer it right back.

#idv #identity v #identity 5 #idv ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #identity v fanfic #idv fanfic

[trans-michael-shelley]

my contribution for Mutuals Powerpoint Night!!!!!! @wherearetheplants @astralrunic @multi-lefaiye @cnnamonrolls @abouttogetshellshocked @approximately20eggs (this is @/nicola-writes' TMA sideblog btw for those confused).

anyway. one more thing under the cut :))) you should click i promise

hello jon apologies for the deception but i wanted to make sure you started reading, so i thought it best not to announce myself. now:

JURGEN LEITNER? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGIEN LEITNER? GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JURGEIN LEITNER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP BOOKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN HIS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said jurgein leitners waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with jurgen leitner speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he collects books but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whose just a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a book make him kill a man cuz if he didnt im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateJurgeinLeitner

episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his library and i lost it

where the fuck is jurgen leitner if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch leitner and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will desintegrate until all thats left of him is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventalating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when jurgen died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true books

(congrats on experiencing both HELLO JON and the leitner rant now <3 youre in the fandom already)

#tma #the magnus archives #nico posts #mutual powerpoint night

[thelonelyme]

♤𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡♤

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: Malleus reacts to the reader that they curse themselves to go back to sleep. [mc x Yandere Malleus Draconia]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello!! I just read your Spoiled and Just a kiss and it was super good!!! But there is something I wanna ask if you don't mind. I saw that Malleus didn't really regret after cursing reader with Sleeping beauty spell even though they did not wake up for many years. And even when they finally woke up, he went and killed the man who saved them. I would like to know how he would respond if the reader became mentally broken or returned to eternal sleep (not death) like before due to all the shock they faced as soon as they woke up. I am sorry if I somehow inconvenienced you. Thank you for all your amazing fics. Love you 😘

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM READER, This is the third part of “Spoiled[1]” and "Just a kiss[2]", so if you haven’t already read that, make sure you do. Yandere content, threats, physical and psychological violence, misogyny, depression, mental illness, torture, gore, mention of non-con, allusions to suicide.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @tragedyofdevotion I hope you'll like it and thank you so much, you can't even imagine my happiness when I received your request! I swear, I'm so happy, and thank you for asking me &lt;3 <3 Btw, sorry if this doesn't show Malleus' point of view much, I hope I haven't screwed it up. Love you too 😚.

"..." You said absolutely nothing, not a gasp, not a small cry, nor a breath stronger than the others, as elder fae sighed.

Again, no reaction.

For days you refused to eat and sleep, you did not want to leave your room, as if you were scared by the corridors of the gothic castle. He could not understand your fear, in his very long life he had to see and hear the people most dear to him die right in his arms.

As much as he loved his son, he could only blame his reckless youth and willful ignorance. After all, he knew you were from Malleus, and now there wasn't much he could do for him other than visit his body trapped in a glass coffin.

If he managed to go further and forget his fall, why couldn't you? If he, his father, had managed to go on living, why couldn't you? Then, Malleus was right to have killed him, no queen with a loyal husband at her side would ever think about shedding tears and even refusing to satisfy her primary instincts for the one who should have been a simple personal guard. Furthermore, trustworthy.

If he, Silver's father, managed to go further and forget his fall, why couldn't you? He was his son, but he couldn't feel any remorse; after all, Malleus had warned every single living and wandering soul since he still lived in his dorm not to even dare to look at you for more than a second. His obsession had grown out of all proportion: the young fae had always been raised alone, no one had ever dared to approach him for fear of being potentially burned alive or otherwise.

He was just a harmless child, but those comments, all those insults only served to increase a feeling of infinite emptiness in his soul. And when you, a defenseless and innocent little thing, presented yourself to him, you automatically signed a contract even stronger than Azul's by doing a simple and apparent thing:

You naively gave him your name.

Really, how ignorant could you be? Haven't you ever heard that you absolutely mustn't give your name to a fairy? Expecially a powerful one? Then you should have expected your impending kidnapping.

Life doesn't go our way, and being a docile and innocent little lamb in a herd of beasts ready to slaughter anything, being a ceramic pot in a sea of ​​iron pots is nothing less than begging for a bad ending.

He has always been a respectable fae with great intelligence and many tricks up his sleeve, but he had a small problem; he always tended to underestimate what he didn't think was noteworthy enough.

He had always ignored your every desperate screams for help, even when Malleus punished you even more fervently for yelling a name other than his own, or when he forced you to eat even when you could no longer swallow anything, or when he forced you to take care of your child by silently threatening you.

And after all, any part of him couldn't feel any kind of pity towards you: he thought that what you were complaining about, all those screams and your tears were just a whim, and that it would have been better if you had submitted to Malleus ever since from the first moment to welcoming the dense seed of your loving dragon into your womb with a smile on your face.

You would have saved yourself a lot of trouble.

But now, even that calm didn't suit him. And maybe it was his fault that young fae was so.. spoiled.

He had always achieved everything that any human being and could never have desired: wealth, excellent social status, beauty, a great deal of power in his hands, but he could not be envied for his loneliness.

Lilia, tired by the smell of your blood and bored to inflict other wounds on you, got up from your bed soaked in the liquid and headed for the exit, noticing that Sebek was closely observing every move he had made.

The half-fae observed apathetically how, although Lilia was literally tearing your arm apart, you did nothing.

It was as if you were a simple rag doll, with glassy, ​​lifeless eyes and a limp body that would move at the first touch. Maybe your stubbornness was something he could have envied.

But instead of watching his superior inflict wounds that likely would leave marks despite instant healing, you just kept staring at him relentlessly. He would have wanted to take those eyes off you just to make you stop. Lilia was torturing you and you had the damn courage to look at him?

With a wave of his gloved hand, he signaled to the mint-haired fae that it was his turn.

Sebek, on the other hand, was deeply irritated by your behavior.

Not only were you missing the essential points in being a good wife, but you were also affecting her master's emotions, which then spilled over into her entire kingdom.

Sebek hated you.

He hated your being a mere human unworthy of being alongside a powerful and majestic wizard like Malleus was, he hated all your pathetic attempts to escape from his master, blaming them at your stupid stunts and making him lose faith in them.

He hated how you were given everything from the most expensive clothes to the finest jewelry to the most opulent foods, and how you completely despised all these gifts from your husband.

He hated how much concern Malleus put into your health, he hated the fact that even though you were still a stupid human, you still managed to seduce him in unknown ways. And thanks to that Silver, now Malleus probably would have thought he had to throw them out, if not take them out.

In fact, he was still grateful and surprised that he had not yet been killed by Malleus's jealousy, which he constantly praised and thanked him for, as a good servant should do.

He especially loved the moment of your punishment.

Master Malleus had specifically told them to get a reaction in every way, and obviously he had chosen one of the more classic ways of getting someone to talk.

He loved how he could take out all his frustration and tension on your helpless body, he loved having control over your miserable human life, temporarily forgetting about his dirty human father who had dirtied him with a human side. But even though he was half like you, he had no remorse in his actions.

He saw all of this as a pass that would raise him from the mass of ungrateful people in Malleus' eyes, he wanted to be his favorite, he wanted to be the one he would care for with so much concern, he wanted to be the one to be drowned in the great amount of compliments that he gave you and that you despised hatefully, he would liked to kill you.

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"So, let's summarize the situation. I charge you to get my beloved wife out of her particular moment, and she still refuses to come and talk to me?!" The monarch told them menacingly, approaching step by step their figures kneeling in front of him. He couldn't believe they couldn't use any method he advised them to use to stop her from continuing with this nonsense she was doing.

He was honestly disappointed with their results.

If the two of them couldn't convince his wife to go out and finally abandon her stupid childish behavior, they wouldn't have been of any use to him.

And he had had enough.

Years and years of pampering you were probably never deserved. With a sudden movement he rose from his throne, meanwhile frightening even the two children who were blissfully ignoring the conversation until then.

He cast a cold glance at the two knights.

"Take the kids and take them to the woods, I need to have a chat with my wife. Now." Without even waiting for an answer, he quickly walked away, purposely avoiding teleportation.

He had to think about what to do.

The weather outside had changed drastically: cloudy at first, now the sky was completely black, big clouds charged with electricity and rain ready to burst at the slightest change in Malleus's magic.

Slight rumors could be heard from your room.

But it didn't matter anymore. You understood. You finally figured out the only way you were going to hurt Malleus once and for all.

You.

You were his only weakness.

Paradoxically, at that time you had much more power than the most powerful wizard in Twisted Wonderland. You had the power to destroy him in a way that no one ever did, and you didn't care in the slightest about the consequences your actions would bring. For you everyone could all have died in atrocious ways, you don't care about the aftermaths. The world had completely forgotten you, and this time it was your turn to do so.

Slowly craning your head towards the bedside table, you watched apathetically at the dagger that Sebek had put down some time before. You were happy to be hated by Sebek, you would have felt like shit otherwise.

With the last strength left in your body, you reached out to grab the blade.

Then you bent down to take the vial you had jealously guarded between the mattress and the headboard.

You crushed the object in your hands and immediately one after the other, many pieces of splintered glass pierced your hand from side to side, but in the end the liquid had managed to slip on the blade.

You took a sigh.

"THREE."

"TWO."

"ONE!"

"NO!"-

Total darkness.

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You finally managed to escape from him. You loved no one, and no one could ever wake you up.

There was no other Silver, there was no one.

Nobody could break through that barrier in your head.

You were free. Eye for an eye, tooth or tooth.

You had chosen freedom and had to sacrifice your body, but now you were finally free to dream.

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Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

#malleus x y/n #x reader #yande.re #yandere x reader #yandere #my fic #fanfic #anime #twised wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere twst #malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek twst #sebek x reader #malleus x reader

[snowflakeanimelover]

Hi! Can you do a Yandere Elijah Mikaelson fic similar to pulling heartstrings? I love your work btw! It always cheers me up ❤️

Ahh thank you!! <3 I am so happy to know it makes someone smile :) I’m actually pretty proud of Pulling Heartstrings. Definitely a favorite. Still amazed people asked for a part 2 lol. Elijah does deserve some love tho.

Relationship: Elijah Mikaelson x Female Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals

Warnings: YANDERE, creepy, stalking, kidnapping, mind manipulation, Elijah is nice, he’s also a little OOC…sorry 0-0

DISCLAIMER: I usually write yandere stuff with a not so happy ending unless specified otherwise by the requester. If there is anything triggering that's in the warnings, then please do not read for your own safety and comfort. 

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Beating Hearts

You were the pawn of the queen and king in a chess game. It was obvious to you and all of your friends. Although you cared for them deeply, since they were the only close friends and family you had since childhood, the realization of how things changed tore deep into your heart. Ever since Elena, one of your best friends, met an over one-hundred year old vampire things have certainly changed.

All of your lives were tied around supernatural fingers. There wasn’t a day where you didn’t talk about the original vampires, the werewolves, and any witches who weren’t on our side. There wasn’t a day where you could relax. 

As if you’ve never asked for something to come up and keep you on your toes instead of being so bored in your life as a teenager. This was something you didn’t really ask for. And it just so happened that your life seemed to get worse. Elijah was on your side, for the most part, when first meeting him. He wanted to take his own brother down and make sure his curse wasn’t broken. In this case, keeping Elena alive. 

Elijah was a kind man to you. To all humans in the group, technically. Which only seemed to be you and Elena. There were times where Elijah was welcomed into our home so he, Elena, and Alaric could talk business. You always seemed to be at the wrong place and wrong time, making you awkwardly sit in the corner of the room while they did what they had to do. And when Elena gets an interrupted phone call by none other than her boyfriend, it leaves the room to just you and the original. 

A brief talk is all it was. Him making you smile, and you making him smile. It left as quickly as it came with Elena bringing usual bad news. The group left, insisting you stayed. Even Elijah was sure to agree with Elena on that idea. 

You took the rest of your time and days minding your own business, clearly noticing how they didn’t want you involved. You figured you’d cope with your loneliness somehow or another, but a simple piece of paper changed your mind. 

You didn’t see the group much during the weeks. But you didn’t have to in order to get a smile on your face every day. Elijah was leaving letters for you in your room. It started off as apologizing for not greeting you and asking how your day was. You must say that your heart was beating a little faster every time you saw a note hidden somewhere in your room. 

Notes soon turned into almost daily visits. Sometimes you went out in town with him, and other times you sat in your home sipping tea. It was all fun and admirable to you until he said he will be getting a bit more busy. Those smiles you had every day because of him have left when you couldn’t see him at all. It was only three days of no Elijah, and yet that seemed to make his promise of protecting you break into tiny little pieces. 

“Hello, Love.” Klaus greeted, his sharp eyes staring right into your soul. You tried to shut the door on him, aware of the warning Elijah has given you about his own brother. To your surprise, he stopped the door from shutting with a simple hard held grip on it, pushing it back open. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Now, now, sweetheart. It’s rude to shut doors onto your guests.”

“H-how can you get in…? I didn’t invite you in.” Your voice was a whisper, too scared to set off the big bad wolf’s timer.

He chuckled, a deep rumbling that made your spine shiver. “I’m afraid you don’t own the house anymore, love. Now, I suggest you cooperate or things will get messy.” He takes one step forward before falling to the ground with a loud snap echoing in the house. Elijah stood over Klaus, his hands smoothing out his nice suit.

He looked up at you as he quickly got closer. His big hand envelops your own. You were too shocked to do anything at the moment. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I don’t smell any blood on you.” He looks all over you. You could see the fear in his eyes.

“What…what just happened?” You ask him.

He doesn’t answer, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you out of your own house. “Come. I’ll take you to a safe place.”

— — —

The more you stayed in the cabin, the more your brain started to scramble and cook. It has been about a week since Elijah brought you to a secluded cabin in a forest. You never thought to leave as his words were very clear that leaving would bring you doom. But now…now you were getting suspicious. 

“You said I could leave when it’s safe and it’s been over a week.” You start just after a few minutes of the handsome man arriving. 

“And I keep my word.”

“So?” You stand up, anger rising in your system. “Is it safe?”

His body was tense, straightening up at your threatening stance. You knew full well he was much stronger than you, but you had every right to fight for your freedom. It has been suspicious to you for him to not let you leave. 

He lets out a heavy sigh. “It isn’t, I’m afraid. My brother still wreaks havoc in town.”

Your blood boils, remembering specifically what he said just a few days prior. “You're lying.”

“Pardon?” He was getting defensive now. 

“You’re lying! I heard you on the phone two days ago! You said Klaus left town. Why are you keeping me here?!”

His eyes got dark by your words. “I assure you, it’s still quite dangerous with his hybrids around.”

“I…I don’t understand. I thought he only wanted me to be a hostage to get Elena. If this whole ritual thing is done, then he won’t need me anymore.” You try to piece together the information you were able to grab. “I’m leaving.” You suddenly say.

The wood under your feet creaked as you walked to the front door, opening it to step out. “I’m tired of you lying to me. I thought we were friends-” You mumble to yourself but was cut short to some kind of invisible wall blocking you in. You remember this very well. Bonnie telling you all about her spells, and one in particular can lock people inside rooms or certain areas.

You turn around to ask the man himself why there was such a spell, but he was right before your eyes. His fingers gently glide over your cheek as he looks down at you. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice so shortly.” He was almost cooing, his voice so gentle it could make you fall asleep. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”

“Wh-why…?” You wanted to cry. You were so confused by everything that’s been going on. Making a friend who has apparently kidnapped you and doesn’t seem to want to let you go.

“Because I love you too much. You can get hurt in that god forsaken town.” He says the last sentence bitterly. “Your friends… they don’t seem to care for you as much as I do.”

Deep down, you knew he was right. But you still had the heart to try and escape. To live freely once more and see your friends and family once more. Although they haven’t been the best of friends, you know they still care for you.

“You are a strong woman.” He comments, now using both of his hands to caress your face. “Which leads me to do something I never thought I’d do.” 

As soon as his eyes bore into yours, you knew exactly what he was going to do. You struggled in his grasp, trying to get away before he could do anything. “P-please…! Stop!”

“I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let you go.“ He starts. 

Your body seemed to have relaxed beyond your control. “You’ll protect me…” You mumble, repeating his words without any thought.

“Stay by my side…forever.” 

“I’ll…stay by your side…” You smile gently, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek. “Forever.”

#the vampire diaries #the originals #elijah mikaelson #elijah #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x female reader #yandere elijah mikaelson #yandere #yandere vampire #klaus mikaelson #stalking #kidnapping #compulsion #mind manipulation #elijah is kind #x reader #reader #female reader

[notquitedeadpod]

Hello just wanted to say love everything going on in this podcast, just, on every level. The vampire lore is everything to me, love the way the monstrous and the alluring intertwine (and are also the same thing). Neige in particular is. Very important to me. The way he's (from what I've gathered so far) legitimately not tired of life after having so much of it? How even if he's having trouble staying in the moment he still cherishes the new, enjoys and dislikes things with his entire heart? As someone who struggles with letting itself enjoy life seeing this guy who's been around for thousands of years and is like "zis entire life thing is great and my capacity for joy in infinite" just. Warms my heart? And of course vampires are very much about queerness in here, but the way Neige refuses to let himself wallow in self pity, to not enjoy his life despite the difficulties of it (or to deny the fact that he's alive) is also Doing Things for me from a chronic illness perspective. And yeah, the queerness perspective of course. Fun aside fact I am very, very asexual and I think your funky vampires helped me conceptualize desire better? I don't get attraction but I do get hunger and they're basically the same thing maybe. When a guy gives you that garlic bread sort of feeling. Fascinating. Anyways thank you for making Neige a guy that exists! Really appreciate all the creatures happening in your head and that you elected to share them with the world <3

<3 <3 <3

This was such a wonderful message to receive, thank you so much for taking the time to share all of this with me. It's such an incredible thing to have made something that resonates with other people, and it's so powerful to hear about the place my little creation has in your life!

One thing I want to reflect on here, specifically, is what you said about Neige. For very different reasons, this aspect of him, where he continues to choose to live, is deeply important to me in a very similar way. Neige's life has not been easy. He's been around for so long and the world has not been kind to him during all of those many years, but he continues to choose to live, and most importantly, to me, he's living NOT because he thinks that the bad times are over, but because he knows that the GOOD times aren't over, either.

There is something very cathartic for me to write a character who isn't wildly optimistic, isn't filled with spite about it, but who looks at life and all it has to offer, and all of what it has offered already, and says yes. All of that, good and bad? More of it, please.

Yeah, idk. It means a lot to me to write about it, that I'm able to, that it's resonating with other people when I do.

Also YES the sexual desire vs hunger thing is fascinating because this show is VERY about exploring that connection, about love and consumption and dependency and like. Idk. Vampires overall just represent something powerful to me about desire and yearning and hunger.

I will speak at some point (which is why the second part of the Q&A STILL isn't out, btw, it began to CONSUME me) about vampires as alienated bodies, how that relates to the vampire x human and vampire x vampire dynamics I explore in the show, and like. More broadly about connections between monstrousness and carnal desire and consumption. These connections fascinate me are very much things I'm super alive to when I'm writing the show so!! Very fun to think about!!

--- Eira xxx

#not quite dead #eira speaks #vampires

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

hello! I have an Arthur x female! reader request 💕

could i request Arthur and reader being close friends, harbouring feelings for one another but both too shy to make the first move? but they’re sitting around the campfire while others are distracted and drinking and they keep making little fluffy moves like smirking at one another or touching knees or staring at one another? maybe sharing a drink and touching hands? Just all the fluff lol

love your stuff btw!

Whispered With The Flames

Warnings: Use of alcohol, Arthur being self-deprecating, but otherwise fluff

Word Count: 2,449

A/N: Hey look! I AM STILL ALIVE, I promise! My life has been hectic these past few months but I've been working on this one in between crazy events. It's very cute!! And Happy Valentine's Day!!

Amber flames crackled and danced against an inky black sky, almost as if to the sweet rhythm and strum of Javier’s guitar. The outlaw sung a tune that was unfamiliar to you; lyrics laced in Spanish and a softer melody. Regardless, it was comforting to listen to. Even when the world around wanted to banish you and your friends and family from existence, there were still moments of paradise. 

Your body swayed gently with the song, a small smile on your face as you fell deeper to its entrancing sound. The others were milling about, sharing merry drinks and laughter. The night was full of lightheartedness, which was a rarity these days. It was just you, Abigail, and Mary-Beth enjoying Javier’s talent.

Footsteps caught your attention, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Arthur Morgan’s figure step over the same log you were sitting at, just to take a seat of his own with ample space between you. He caught your eye and offered you a half-smile before taking a swig from an amber bottle. You reciprocated, wishing you had a second bottle as you’d long since downed the first. 

As if he read your mind, he held up a second to you, completely full and the cap off. You blinked in surprise and took it, taking a quick swig of your own. “Thank you,” you say, reveling in the bitter taste. 

He nodded slightly, “Thought I’d bring ya one, since ya look a little lonely over here.” 

You softly giggled. “Lonely I ain’t,” you tilted your head to the other three. “Just enjoying the music.” 

Arthur hummed in response, turning his head to peer over at Javier. He didn’t say anything further, seemingly letting himself become wrapped in the tune. 

And the four of you sat for a few moments longer, completely silent and just enjoying the music. With every drink of beer, you began to feel your body grow warmer despite the heat of the campfire. Another moment passed by before Javier finally stopped, placing his guitar down. He was the first to get up, heading towards the others, possibly in pursuit of a drink of his own. 

Mary-Beth left soon after, and Abigail was the last, mumbling about tracking down Jack to put him to bed. 

You and Arthur were the only ones left, staring into the ever-dancing flames. It wasn’t terribly often you found yourself alone with him, but you did enjoy his company regardless. Those moments when he came out of his shell led to the best conversations. 

He shifted out of the corner of your eye, taking another swig of his now almost empty beer bottle. With a long gulp he polished it off, dropping it at his feet. He gave a sigh and leaned back, turning his attention to you. 

You met his gaze evenly, offering him a small smile. His blue eyes were alight in the fire, such kind and beautiful windows to his mysterious soul. Admittedly you’d grown fond of him, as gruff as he could be. 

“Get anything good today?” 

Blinking in confusion for a half-second, you reminded yourself of the little journey you had earlier that day. Usually, you were gung-ho about stagecoach heists and homestead looting, but instead you took it easy and gathered other useful supplies. An hour out on the Dakota River to fish, followed by some herb picking in the surrounding area. With the gang slowly getting back to its feet, you were nothing short of helpful where you could be. 

“Sure did! That salmon I saw you gobbling down over there, that’s all me,” you said with a grin, throwing up your thumb toward yourself. 

“Impressive,” he commented. “Damn tasty morsel that was,” he took another swig. “Wish I could get somethin’ that great.” 

You cocked your head slightly. “What do you mean?” 

“Ah,” he leaned back for a stretch. “Fishin’ ain’t one of my strong suits, neither is huntin’, really.” 

“You?” you scoffed dramatically, pinning your fists to your waist. “Did I not hear about you coming back and killing that Grizzly that you and Hosea tracked down?” 

Arthur merely shrugged. “Hosea did most of the work, he found the beast after all.” 

“But you killed it!” you added. “One man against a big ol’ bear that probably murdered a dozen men before you. That ain’t something to turn your cheek on, Arthur Morgan.” 

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head and turning his attention toward the flickering flames once again. For a half-second, you could have sworn you’d seen a saddened expression. You bit back a sigh, knowing all too well this man refused to give himself credit. He could deliver a suckling pig on a gold platter and still would deflect the praise. 

“Arthur?” 

He peered over to you again. 

You reached over, placing your hand on his shoulder. He glanced down at your hand briefly, then giving you a look of mild confusion. 

“You’re a good man,” you say to him. 

He opened his mouth to immediately deject, but you cut him off. 

“No, stop that,” you lightly chided. “You proved it many times over, even when you don’t think so.” 

Whatever response he’d originally intended turned into a sigh. His head hung slightly. “I dunno ‘bout that.” 

“Well a lot of us do,” you affirmed, removing your hand to automatically rest atop his, which was on his knee. “Me, especially.” 

You’d never truly admit the hidden, yet growing, feelings you had for this misunderstood, convoluted man. Hell, you wouldn’t ever be this brave if it hadn’t been for the alcohol coursing through your veins. 

He gazed at you steadily and wordlessly, thoughts drifting from behind those blue eyes as if he were contemplating on what to say next. He then clicked his teeth and hung his head again. “Ah, I know you’re jus’ bein’ nice.” 

“Nice!” you exasperated into a laugh. “Arthur, if I didn’t feel that way then I wouldn’t be sitting here telling you all this!” 

His head lifted a touch, allowing just his eyes to be seen. He gave you a look of curiosity. “Feel what way?” 

You froze suddenly, just now realizing how that must’ve sounded to him. Your eyes darted to your hands, fidgeting with the bottle before anxiously taking a drink, hoping more booze would soothe the nerves. “Uh,” you began, quickly attempting to feign a response. “Feeling that...you’re a damn good asset to this gang, ya know?” you weakly stated, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. 

Arthur shifted on the log, and you could have sworn he twisted to face you a little straighter.  The expression he held was more focused onto you, tilting his head like a curious dog. “That’s a terrible lie,” he pointed out, a low chuckle toning his voice. You knew damn well he wasn’t talking about the words you uttered. 

Your lips pursed for a second before you downed the rest of the beer. “It’s true, so many people here look up to you.” 

“And you, especially,” he added, repeating your earlier statement. “Why’s that?” 

Your cheeks burned and you dropped the bottle, allowing it to roll from your feet towards the campfire. You silently damned yourself for having said anything at all, but it would have come to the surface sooner rather than later. “Cause...” you stretched your leg to toe at the bottle, avoiding his eyes in the process. “Cause you’re a better guy than you think you are,” your hand resting against the log began to twitch and fiddle. 

“You said that already,” he simply pointed out, his eyes drifting toward your restless appendage. “Look, I might be ugly n’ nasty, but I’m smart ‘nough to know when someone’s fibbin’.” 

You knew that, of course you did. How many times have you witnessed men crack under his interrogation? You sighed heavily, realizing you’d backed yourself too far into a corner. The fire burned hellishly hot against your cheeks. There was no way out now. “Well, maybe…” you hesitated, trying to form words. “Maybe I just might see you as something…special,” you finally mumbled, quickly averting your eyes. 

Silence. With each passing second, your regret expanded ridiculously fast. You should have said nothing, perhaps feigned exhaustion and excused yourself back to your bedroll. His lack of response made it all that worse. 

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, moving to get up and march straight across camp to die from embarrassment. 

Just as you shifted, however, he spoke. 

“Wait,” 

You did so. Heart hammering, you peered over at him. 

He was staring at you with an expression you couldn’t recognize. He uttered your name in such a soft tone that it surprised you. 

“Yes?” you said cautiously. 

There was a change. A subtle, yet noticeable shift in his demeanor. “You...you think o’ me as...?” 

“Something....special,” you repeated slowly, your stomach in knots. “M-more than you know...” 

He uttered a single huff, the corner of his mouth playing into a small smile. “I figured as much.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you say that?” 

“Ain’t hard to guess, and I ain’t stupid,” he pointed out. “Ever since Karen teased ya that one day after we came back from a job, and you couldn’t stop blushin’,” he chuckled slightly. “Lookin’ like a little schoolgirl tryna hide your face and denyin’ it.” 

You turned your head away, your own cheeks betraying you once again. “Oh...” the shame began to flare again. What could you even say to that? He knew all this time and never once said anything. Did that make it uncomfortable for him? Every encounter with him will be awkward now. 

“Why fall for an ugly ol’ man like me?” he asked quietly. 

That prompted you to look right at him. You truly hated the way he demeaned himself, and wanted to scold him every time for such, but avoided it simply because you were afraid to reveal your true feelings. Now that the cat was out of the bag, what else was there to stop you. 

“Arthur Morgan,” you started with a hard tone. “Stop calling yourself that!” 

“Wh—”

“Arthur,” you interjected. “I don’t know why you insist on believing such foolishness. You’re smart, willing, and such a gentleman—and handsome!” You fought to keep your voice from raising too loudly, lest you caught unwanted attention. “You’re easily one of the best men around!” 

“I don’t know ‘bout that,” he sighed. “I’m an outlaw, if that ain’t already obvious.” 

You rolled your eyes. “That ain’t your personality all the time, Arthur. You’re nothing but nice to me, helpful, and so sweet. And I see all them women lust after you, it’s not hard to see why. I...” want to be sweet on you.  The words never left the tangles of your mind. 

His gaze fell away, lingering on the fire for a long moment. Perhaps you’d gone too far at this point, admitting far more than what you thought was comfortable for both parties. Finally, he spoke. 

“Always thought a good woman was too good for me,” he sighed lightly. “That I would never be the man a woman would wanna marry.” 

You knew he was close to marrying once, to a woman that stole and shattered his heart. You heard from the whispers of the other girls at camp, and even caught Hosea mentioning it once or twice. That was to the extent of your knowledge, though you often wondered, what kind of woman would break his heart? 

“Now I ain’t oblivious to their advances, aside from ladies of the night,” he chuckled to himself. “Could never see why, desperation? I dunno,” he shook his head. “Ain’t ever expected it from you.” 

You pursed your lips once again. After having to practically pour your heart out to him just moments before, you weren’t exactly sure what to say next. 

Arthur didn’t wait for a response. “At least, not mutually,” he finally murmured. 

Those words shocked you. A bolt of electricity struck on the top of your head to surge through your blood, igniting your heart, pounding so damn loudly you were sure the whole camp would hear. 

“Wh-what?” 

His eyes locked to yours, full of intensity that was absent before, speaking your name with such intimacy that only led your heart to skip a beat. 

“You’re special...to me,” he said slowly. “More than I’d care to admit...” he reached up to take his hat off, running his fingers through his honey-tinged locks. “N’ I thought I was a fool for thinkin’ that way, why would someone like you—” 

“Arthur,” you said his name, plainly and clearly, enough for him to stop. 

“You’re not a fool,” you assured him, giving him a warm smile and dared to reach for his free hand, and he let you. It was large and adorned with the worn leather of the rifleman gloves, but warm. Warm and comforting. You laced your fingers between his, with a realization of how perfectly they interlocked with one another. “As I’ve said, you’re special to me, too.” 

His grip, limp at first slowly began to reciprocate the affection with a small squeeze. A smile curved into his lips, a soft and sweet smile that made your heart flutter. “Maybe I ain’t after all,” he chuckled lowly. “Thought I was outta luck for a long time, ya know. ‘Least until you came along. Don’t know how ya did it, but you made me see somethin’ that I ain’t seen for myself in a very long time.” 

Your smile widened at his words. It felt like a dream to sit here with him, listening to how he felt about you...hell, you’ve dreamed about this moment for a while and yet never assumed it would come into fruition. Until now, it seemed like Arthur was “untouchable”, someone where the odds of pigs flying sooner than becoming sweet with. 

Well, you’d have to look for flying pigs then. 

“Hope I didn’t sound like a fool jus’ now,” Arthur spoke again in the absence of your response. A twinge of nervousness shadowed his face. 

“No,” you said, scooting a little closer to him. “What you said is all perfect, Arthur. I’m...so glad you feel the same way. I was worried I’d feel like a fool myself.” 

Arthur chuckled with a shake of his head, moving slightly closer to you while still holding your hand. “Guess we’re a pair of fools then,” he joked, his gaze softening. 

“If it means being by your side, I’ll gladly be a fool,” you giggled, your head starting to replay daydreams you’ve had with him, only now, you had a chance to act them out. 

Tonight truly was a paradise.

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x female reader

[dragonciphering]

#1 of my brain rots for Hektor-centric fics.

Hektor was known as “The Horse Breaker” or “The Tamer of Horses.” And Poseidon is the “God of the Sea & HORSES.”

So in order to be good with horses, Poseidon must of liked him atleast a little bit. And if this was in a Hades the Game….Hektor could probably get boons from Poseidon (I think.)

And because Odysseus has done some stuff to them (fucking throwing Hektor’s son off the wall and killing him, coming up with the Trojan horse, and the whole thing with the Cyclops in the Odyssey) you can assume that they have a mutual dislike for him.

But what if Poseidon takes a liking to him and just starts showing up and trying to make him his champion by trying to give him random gifts or like charms. Perhaps this is his way of saying “Sorry your home was destroyed, your family murdered/taken, and that your body was treated that way lol. Want to bond over our mutual dislike for Odysseus?” (also don’t think that the gods were very happy with how Achilles treated his body but that might just be me.)

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Imagine Hektor trying his best in Asphodel (or Elysium), vibing with his family, just trying to be a good guy/be a good father to his son, and get over his grief of loosing his home when Poseidon appears:

Poseidon who really wants to annoy Odysseus: “Hello my little horse tamer! I heard you don’t like Odysseus that much! Want to become my champion?”

Hektor trying to be polite because he doesn’t want to anger him: “No thank you. While I am flattered, I am not interested. Plus I’m sure you would find someone better than me who is still alive.”

Poseidon: “Oh come on, don’t you want some revenge?”

Hektor: “I believe that we in death should put aside our differences and try to understand each other and why we did the things we did in life. Even if we have been wronged by another.”

Poseidon: “You sure are a stubborn one! I’ll find something to change your mind!”

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And what if he decides that the gift he’s going to give Hektor is all of Odysseus’s horses. What if Hektor wakes up one morning and just finds a whole bunch of strong horses on his lawn? (And almost gave him and his family a heart attack because of PTSD.)

Perhaps he tells Patroclus about this because he doesn’t know how to explain this to Odysseus. (Hektor and Patroclus made up in this btw)

And Patroclus is just like: “I’m sorry??? What??? Do you mean to tell me that all of Odysseus’s horses are in your lawn and won’t leave??”

Hector feeling like he wants to sleep for a year and letting out a long suffering sigh: “It’s exactly what it sounds like. Oh, and tell Odysseus that if he doesn’t find a way to get them back that they will soon belong to me. It be a shame to waste this opportunity. Another thing, tell him I didn’t do this on purpose.”

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Meanwhile at Odysseus’s house:

Penelope: “Dear, do you know where have all the horses have gone?”

Odysseus having a sneaking suspicion that his life(death?) is about to get a whole lot harder: “What do you mean? Their all in their pens—”

Penelope opening the curtains: “They are not in their pens, Dear, look!”

Odysseus now looking outside:

Odysseus: “Yeah.”

Penelope: “🤨”

Odysseus: “I…I can see what you mean now….where…where are they???”

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Also, imagine the bugging that Poseidon put Zagreus through. Every time he came across a one of his boons he would just be asked/told questions and things about how to win over Hektor or what a good bribe is and how to bribe well.

#zagreus #hades game #hector of troy #hektor #hektor of troy #hector #Odysseus #penelope odyssey #achilles #patroculus #The chaos that this would cause. #tell me is I should make a part 2

[sotwk]

Hai. What should I call you?

Btw I love your story and headcanons, but I am to afraid to ask at the first. But here I am...

I want to know about your headcanons. How Thranduil would react if someone kidnap Legolas, cause I need it for my story.

Thank you 💙

Hello my friend, the Elvenqueen! :)

My Tumblr "kids" call me Nana, but that's probably weird for everyone else, so you can just call me Sotwk. Just pretend there's an "i" between W and K-- Sotwik. My name is just the acronym for "Sons of the Woodland King", which is the main point of my blog and Tumblr existence. <3

I am so honored that you enjoy my writings, because I think very highly of your blog as well! Your "incorrect quotes" and funny convos between Thranduil and the other elf lords are hilarious. It's like a Middle-earth sitcom, and I agree with how you characterize everybody! I too believe that Oropher and Gil-galad had a pretty intense rivalry going on, and that Thranduil and Elrond were always great friends, with Thranduil being the snarky one and Elrond the long-suffering one. :)

Now, regarding your question: "How would Thranduil react if someone kidnapped Legolas?". The situation would depend on whether it's Legolas as a child/baby, or Legolas as an adult. How old would Legolas be in your story? Is the Elvenqueen still alive then?

Those details aside, here are a few headcanons I have about Thranduil and his protective nature, especially when it concerns his family:

Thranduil was a bit of a hot-head in his youth, and as he grew into a warrior, he developed a violent streak. He fought in the extremely bloody War of Wrath, so he became accustomed to a "kill to survive" or "kill the evil" outlook. Killing has never really bothered him as long as he believes it is for just reasons. (Like in Desolation of Smaug, where he just hacked that orc's head off without blinking.)

A lot of this was tempered by the love of his life, the Elvenqueen, who is very kind and sweet and definitely more of a pacifist. She, more than anyone in Middle-earth, is able to reason with Thranduil and calm him down through his rages.

There is literally only one thing that has ever scared Thranduil, and that is losing his wife. Obviously he is scared of his sons being harmed too, (or just Legolas, if you believe he was an only child) but his love for his Queen is beyond measure. Not to sound cliché, but she is definitely Thranduil's greatest weakness.

Once he became a King and a husband and father, Thranduil's nature softened to someone calmer, wiser, and more peaceful. He learned to be more lenient with violators of his kingdom's laws, giving them fair trials and opportunities to redeem themselves.

However, offenses against the royal family were met with harsh judgement, and anyone who so much as threatened the safety of the Queen or Prince(s) were shown no mercy. Orcs, men, or dwarves were simply executed. Elves were given a chance to choose banishment, depending on the violations.

What if Legolas were kidnapped? I actually think this would be nearly impossible to do, especially in my SotWK universe where Legolas has four older brothers looking out for him. But if it were somehow to happen, Thranduil himself would ride out to hunt down and deal with the kidnappers, and would not stop or rest until they are found. Most of Mirkwood's armed forces as well as their hunters would be deployed to join the search.

The only way a kidnapper would succeed in taking Legolas out of Mirkwood is if they are able to exit the kingdom's forest borders before Thranduil realizes what has happened. Thranduil has a special connection to the forest itself, and would be able to use certain powers to locate any movement within his realm. (This power diminished somewhat late in the Third Age as the darkness of Dol Goldur spread, but he never lost it.)

Once the kidnappers are caught, there will be no trial or recourse for them. They would be executed on the spot by Thranduil himself.

I hope these headcanons can help you write your story or inspire other ideas! Thank you for the ask and for everything you bring to our Elvenking's fandom!

#thranduil #thranduil headcanon #sotwk headcanon #sotwk answers #legolas #thranduil oropherion #the elvenking #the hobbit

[aromantic-character-showdown]

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well, boy, im so glad you asked!

before we get there - hello, the person who has been obsessed with the visual novel in question for almost a year speaking. for any poll you see an entropic float character in, i am always one of the people to have submitted them, and i am the person who has been writing most of the propaganda for them (qpr-competition is also me, btw, any "i wrote that massive essay" over there come from me as well). my obsession is in part fueled by the fact that almost nobody knows it, but ive been working on that

with that out of the way...

Entropic Float: This World Will Decay And Disappear is a visual novel that features a cast of 14 characters in an Anomalous Clocktower. the anomaly is of the timeloop type - every 24 hours, as the clock strikes midnight, time rewinds, and you might or might not be able to remember the events of the past loops.

ive said this before and ill say it again - i consider the selling point of the game to be the characters, which is great, because at its core its about getting to know and love them - the phrase "mortifying ordeal of being known" is used verbatim in the route leading up to the true ending.

for example, Peri and Abel, both featured in this poll, are canonically aroace. they have been joined at the hip since they were kids, although that wasnt quite for the right reasons - Peri was being raised as a bodyguard for Abel and his older brother. at the core of their shared character arc is the struggle against amatonormativity - people assuming that, since theyre a boy and a girl and are best friends, they must fall in love with each other eventually, and are just too young right now; that they should give it time, and it will happen. the pressure is worrying for both of them, and Abel in particular has gone on puberty blockers; "these people must be right, but i dont want to become someone who falls in love, so i will stave off my growing up".

Jasper Jasmine "Jazz" Jekyll, who has been voted out in the preliminaries, is grey-aromantic and pansexual. however, the more present in the narrative part of her character is that she is a trans woman, and that she considers her gender to have changed rather than having always been there; "i was fine being a boy until i wasnt". she is working towards her masters in social studies, and has used her falling into the anomaly as data for her thesis.

as i have said, there is a total of 14 characters in the main cast; ive told you about three, as they are fitting for the theme of the bracket, but all of them are queer of various flavours, and written in a very alive way - from Shinji who im pretty sure is only stated to be bisexual in his profile and nowhere in the rest of the text, to Kanatsun who brings up questioning his sexuality in his memories and is still written down as questioning, to Loam whose gender identity isnt respected because of their disability, to JJ who throughout the anomaly gains the courage to come out as trans to his adoptive mom... theres a lot of different ones! fourteen of them!

and btw, its free, and available on steam and itch

Oooh!!!

#aromantic poll tournament #propaganda #entropic float #this sounds so fascinating!!

[wanderingpages]

Noooo chapter 5😪😪😪😪 we’re coming to a close, fellas. I cannot… and yet. I can. We move forward my sisters in god

Oh…not him spending winter break with her…in the same house… as their parents…with all this…tension…. (Ive seen this [adult] movie before)

Aww he holds the door open for her… helps her take off her socks…walks her to class/.., it really is the little things. His actions… Peach said show dont tell 😮‍💨❤️

Not Cardan being fluent enough in french to have La Chute in its original publishing bye thats so hot of him and dare i say,..timothee chalamet core…. @iknowitwontwork wya (This is rockstar anon btw i am on medication (dont worry abt it peach this a little inside comradery bby)) anyways have i mentioned you write and its like a movie?

““Is it your favorite?” I ask. I wiggle my brows, “Do you think you, too, have fallen from grace?”” – first, not babygirl being versed in Camus 😛 secondly, ohhohoo i love all the biblical references 

“His smile is Cheshire in response, “Since the day I met you, little sister.”” - u know what…. At least he honest, like its really now hitting me that hes soooooooo honest about it. Playing  a little game as jude said when he was leaving her dorm after the party… like its a game but an honest one. Like am i crazy or is he just trying to see how far he can provoke her w their situation and honesty? 

Omg wait not him CLOCKING HER the very next paragraph  (By the way i feel like u should know, i have the chapter open on one half of my split screen and the other half is your ask box lol i am literally typing as i go like this is the wattpad comments section fr)

i feel so smart and validated that cardan literally says all of that ^^^ like wow i should have held my tongue (fingers) and read the next paragraph lmao

ALSO BAD THING SBY CULT DIDNT I LITERALLY SAY SHE KNOWS DOT MP3 BEFORE???? 

I like that his jewelry comes up frequently because its part of him, just like her knuckles come up cus its part of her fr like both of them are so natural abt it too like her playing w his chain and him rubbing her fingers like ugjhhfh SHOW DONT TELL IS SO IMPORTANT

Whoaaa not him clocking ASHA now!! Not jude saying her mamma dead or alive she dont really care, RESPECT 

Wait not him pulling up to the gas station to get a first aid kit….like he really doesnt say a word about it at allllllll

And jude said oh, more time alone with him? In a diner? Count me in ❤️

Oh shit cardan has moneeeyyyyyy – “I guess, there really is a lot about him I had no idea of. “I'm an honorary member,” he shrugs, “It’s kind of hard not to be when Daddy funds their lifestyle.”” purrrrr

Oop!!! “ “Ghost is my best friend. It would have been a fight had it been Locke or anyone else,” he divulges, and though I shouldn't be startled by his honesty, it still makes me feel a little too warm. Then he admits, maybe selfishly considering his track record for the past few weeks, “If he had gone further, I would have buried him.”” HELLO

Lol jude got some balls to say ““That's a visceral reaction,” I come to terms with. “Your best friend?” I blush when I remind him quietly, “you’re the one who told me to open my mouth.”” cus like she right tho

Ahhh! I squeaked ! ““Plus, I think you look cute with a dick in your mouth.””

When hes a feminist 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 – ““What makes you think you have any right over my body?” / “I know I don't.””

Hold on hold on hold on wait a minut wait a minute hold on, when did cardan transition from little sister/dear sister to baby? It happened so naturally how am i this far in and catching it???? I love him

Lol jude said fuck condoms we fucking raw or not fucking at allll 😤😤😤😤 

“After a while, I notice him staring. “Do you want some of my pie,” I offer. / “Is that a euphemism?” / [..]“Do you want it to be?”” – yes, i do, i wsnt it.

““What's the pipeline between mommy issues and wanting to bend your sister over the bathroom sink?” “ - HELP ME?! – ““Stepsister,” I tell him.” – emphasis on step fr okayyyyyyyyyyy 

““It makes no difference to me, Jude. Sister or not, I’d want you the same way I wanted you then, the same way I want you now.” ” - wait why is there butterflies in my tummy 🫣🥺

““I want you to copy me,” he says, huskily, startling me, my eyes growing wide. “I want you to stick your fingers in your panties and do what I do.” ” - PEACH…the gasp i gasped ….  !!!! PEACH

IN THE DINER!?

IN FRONT - ACTUALLY !! ACTUALLY IN FRONT OF MY SALA D IN THE DINER?! .. do continue 

““I think…I want to do to you what Spring does to cherry trees,” he murmurs. “Open you up…watch you bloom.” ” – DO NOT BE QUOTING PROFOUND POETRY RIGHT NOW IM GONNA FALL IN LOVE. 

His fingers in her mouth jus - 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶PUT MY FINGER IN UR MOUTH CUS U LOVE THE TASTE 

“He pulls out of my mouth, a trail of spit losing connection when he finds his way under the jacket, following my hand, and adding his finger to my two. I whimper at his intrusion, and think, disoriented, three. Three fingers.” – no fuc me for real PEACH PEACHERLY ANNE POSSIBLE i dont care that its dirty as hell this shit is poetic

NO NOT THE WAITRESS !!! NOT HIMS STILL GOING TOOO AHH PEACH

My heart racing rn 

Oh god.. The soft forehead kiss…like he didnt just rock her world in a booth in the diner… im literally and figuratively unwell

“He kisses me sweetly when we get to his car, and I kiss him back, because we can, for right now. ” – why did this hurt?!

AND ALL THIS TIME HE DIDNT EVEN LIKE CHERRIES

Not is it out of your system!!!! Twk ate w that fade to black fr tho

““Cherries?” / “Me,”” - STOP hes so fucking cute 

Okay this might be the longest ask yet 💀 my sisters in god is sending me💀

I think in any fic I’ve ever written, cardan is always holding doors for her lol

Not timothee chalamet core 😭😭😭 @iknowitwontwork ur friend is here, come get her ❤️

lol that is a nice piece of info to be made aware of 💀 I was lowkey wondering if you were switching through tabs lmao meanwhile I’m scrolling up and down trying to respond 💀 lol it would be soooo much h easier if this was the Wattpad comments section. Like they ate w that…that one little thing. They ate.

You did mention the song!

I really do try so hard to show not tell cus I hatttteee reading tell not show in books😭 like don’t tell me he loves her, show me!!! Where’s the build up?? The tension??

lol if cardan is blunt, Jude is ballsy (I hope it comes across this way lol)

Actually don’t know when that transition happened I just be typing stuff 💀

Always emphasis on STEP lmao he’s not the step brother he’s the brother that STEPPED up lmao lemme stop that was uncalled for anyways yes the diner, yes infront of your salad, ues the waitress, yes that song lmao

Also you should know the first time you called me peacherly anne possible, something in me changed like the stars alined and now peacherly is my go to user name for websites and stuff cus slayyyy who tf else being called peacherly ????!!!

Two really did eat w that lmaooo

#asks #sometimes I throw in angsty little one liners to subliminally prep u for the third act angst #just so yall don’t get bamboozled ❤️