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ekary · 7 months
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So let's start this blog with them🔥❤️
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ivoryghostyy · 5 months
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『 caught you 』
↳˗ˏˋ yandere!vampire × vamp.hunter!reader ˊˎ˗ ↴
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╰⊱ 「 image, not mine. sourced from pinterest. 」
╰⊱ 「 warnings: possessive, mentions of blood, non-consensual biting, non-consensual drinking of blood, slightly suggestive?, implications of stalking, violence — read with caution, i guess. 」
╰⊱ 「 note: previously known as "love bite" and this is the actual revamp of the oneshot. "destined pair" feels too different from the original, so here's something closer. have fun. ^^ 」
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a dark chuckle reverberates through the winding hallways, filling you with a sinking sense of dread.
"come now, you can't hide from me. while i do enjoy this little game of chase, i'm beginning to lose my patience."
you do your best to calm the erratic pace of your heart, but the pressure is getting to you. you're bleeding out, for god's sake. for all you knew, you wouldn't make it out of this alive.
'how comforting,' you thought, as you basked in your own bitter notions. your mind blanks, however, when you finally notice the footsteps resounding nearby.
they're quiet—you barely heard them—but they're close.
dangerously close.
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your first mistake was exposing yourself so soon. it was meant to be a quick mission: locate the target and take him down. but he had noticed you too early—almost instantly, as if he knew the whole time.
that should have been enough of a reason for you to back out, as even the slightest risk could lead to your death. you're dealing with vampires, after all.
yet, absurdly, you continued on.
why? somehow, you didn't know either. 'could be the alcohol. or perhaps, there was something bigger at play here. regardless, you kept your pace, staying at a distance and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
which, to be honest, took a lot longer than you expected. if only you could simply kill the witnesses, too.
he was a social butterfly, easily getting along with every person he conversed with. but then again, why wouldn't he? he manages a large organization, after all. with a handsome grin, he knocked everyone's guards down, leaving them completely vulnerable to his charms.
he's beautiful, you'll give him that.
after a while, he excuses himself, and you tail after him. as an experienced hunter, you've learned to mask your presence; to hide within the shadows cast beneath the soft moonlight.
it was going smoothly.
until it wasn't.
he stopped, turning his head to meet your alarmed gaze. it was brief, but it was enough for you to know: he knew you were there.
ruh-roh raggy.
you knew that playing ignorant wouldn't work on him. you've read his files—despite them highly lacking in details. he does a good job of keeping his information confidential—it's practically part of his job to find out if someone's lying or not!
seduction? he may be hot, but really, all you want to do right now is go to sleep. you are not getting laid tonight. really?
'alright, plan C it is.'
you booked it.
cursing under your breath, you ignore the painful ache of your poor feet. you'll be fine, probably. this isn't your first rodeo. for the record, you've once managed to escape with a broken leg, a stab wound, and a splitting headache. this should be easy! don't be so complacent, dear. plot armour can only do so much.
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his looming figure casts a shadow over your guarded frame.
"there you are."
you're stuck. trapped between two unwavering arms as he grinned cheekily at you. his eyes are dilated, and he looks almost.. intoxicated.
"i warned you, didn't i? you can't hide from me, fawn."
fawn.
what a stupid nickname. you sneer.
"i'm impressed, really. not many can land a hit on me."
he refers to the healing cut on his chest, the wound beginning to weave itself back together.
righr now, you couldn't do much. with a bleeding gash running from along your hips, you're basically screwed. your hand clutches the wound, blood trickling through your palm as you struggle to apply enough force to your trembling hand.
god, you feel so weak. his eyes pull you into a trance-like state, and you're barely able to hold yourself together. he leans down with an angelic curl to his lips, reaching up to stroke your cheek.
"how cute. 'still resisting, dear? my, you're quite stubborn."
you grumble under your breath. unfortunately for you, he hears it. glowing optics bore right into you, and for a moment, you thought he'd kill you right then and there.
to your surprise, however, he simply chuckles. you release a breath of relief, shivering from the hot puff of air that brushes your neck.
then you wheeze; a pained gasp fumbling out of your lips as he slams you against the wall. a rough hand curls around your throat, sharp nails poking your skin—that should be enough of a warning to keep you still.
"now," your eyes trail to the side as you shift;
but he moves in, lips only an inch away from yours.
"ah-ah, what are you looking at, fawn? i don't want your attention straying. your gaze is meant only for me."
"shut up, you i-insufferable-" you cough, lightly gasping when the grip on your throat tightens.
"-oversized mosquito!"
goddamn it-
"pfft-"
his eyes crinkle as he laughs, and you're completely stunned; mesmerized by how genuine he sounds. seriously, has this guy considered making asmr videos?
"oversized mosquito? is that supposed to be an insult?"
his grip loosens for a moment, but he regains his composure before you can make a move. fuck vampires and their inhuman speed.
"i quite like you. you've always been an entertaining little fawn." he pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome features before he smirks. "i've decided, i'll be keeping you." it shouldn't be a problem. you've always been his.
he smiles, but his eyes are dimly lit, glinting ominously.
"what!? no-" he interrupts you, a sharpened nail digging into the skin of your neck, drawing a few drops of blood.
"i don't think you heard me. see,"
he guides you impossibly closer. his lips now only mere centimetres away from yours. his thumb trails along your jaw as the other wanders up the skin of your thigh, landing on the small of your back. his touch leaves a trail of heat, a shiver crawling up your spine.
"i wasn't asking, fawn."
and in the next moment, you're pinned against the wall. he leans his weight against you, pulling your hands behind your back. his fangs graze your neck, and you can feel your heart beating frantically.
"i'll have you, even if i have to break you in the process."
the dread settles in, and for the first time in years, you're filled with pure, unadulterated fear.
"shh, don't worry, dear. the pain is only for a moment."
you're scared. he's going to bite you. he's going to bite you. as a last-ditch attempt, you move to stun him.
"stay still."
he's quicker.
fangs sink into your skin, and you whimper at the pain. the feeling of your blood being drained, of the unbearable sting of his fangs in your neck, you almost cry from the agonizing discomfort.
but this isn't what you fear the most. no, this doesn't even come close. you're not scared of pain; half your life was spent with pain playing the role of a clingy lover.
what you fear.. is what comes next.
pleasure.
you can't succumb to it. you can't! you can still take him down with what little strength you have left. you need to resist-
his fanks sink deeper, lulling the ache away and replacing it with a heated embrace. your tense muscles relax, and you stifle a guttural moan at the growing heat in your abdomen.
your instincts fight against the sedative effects, still trying to pull you out from drowning in pleasure.
wake up, goddamn it! he'll kill you!
breathing heavily, you once again struggle against his hold, forcing yourself to shove him off.
his jaw clenches, and you flinch. his hand pulls you closer, pressing against your stomach, causing a wave of heat to course through your trembling frame.
you feel so sensitive; almost like you're drunk on aphrodisiac.
as all fight leaves you, an open moan flittering through your lips. your eyebrows furrow. you don't feel the need to resist anymore.
why would you? you're safe with him. he is all you need.
your limbs grow heavy. why're you so tired? you groan, leaning your head back as he moves away. your wobbly legs can barely hold you up, so he takes the liberty of pulling you into his arms.
he grins in content, licking off the stray blood on your neck. you shiver, clutching the fabric of his clothes. 'you're so adorable. all vulnerable and dazed in his hold,' he muses to himself. you're disoriented, unable to think clearly as you nuzzle into his chest.
"look at you, darling. safe and warm, right here with me."
he'll make sure to take care of you. he's not just watching from afar anymore; now, you're finally in his arms.
'finally, mine.'
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averageludwig · 8 months
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another miraculous lb art dump... this might become a usual thing unfortunately,,, I recently discovered harriel btw omg.... they r so cute.... plus psycomedian is one of my fav episodes ever its so funny (excluding the second hand embarrassment lol) I am still redesigning Gabriel designs ik ik its an addiction... I am planning on a Monarbug one too because that design has insane potential!!! like those eyes r so cool (massive sucker for red pupils in character design) okay yada yada yada I am rambling !!!! BYE and dont look at the shadow noir design for too long.. not my best design lulz
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go on, roll your eyes || adam stanheight
SMUT!!!!! (minors dni tq)
x afab!gn!reader | 2306 words
this is my first time um ever writing smut for public consumption so i would love to start off by saying i do not know what i am doing! eye yam raw dogging this <3
id also love 2 say ily 4ever hot girls love saw discord server for literally inspiring this whole thing,, enjoy spotting things we said in chat :3
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Adam’s main goal is to make your eyes look directly into the back of your own head - conveniently, this is one of the things he does best. He barely has to try.
Doesn’t stop him from always giving it his all, though.
And he loves it. Loves it. 
Loves the way you lose yourself, the way your head falls back and you say his name like it’s the only part of reality your brain has held onto.
It happens when you’re at the mall - and God only knows why you’re even there, neither of you particularly like the mall - as he watches you in the afternoon sun from the skylight above. Watches you like you’re his world.
For all intents and purposes, it’s been a perfectly normal and sweet afternoon. 
“I’m just saying this mall wouldn’t have the reputation it does if anybody cleaned up after themselves,” You say, leaning on the food court table, “I mean look at that guy- five bucks says he gets up and leaves everything right where it is,”
“I’m not taking that bet, we both know you’re right,” Adam laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, gentle smile on his face. 
You watch as the aforementioned guy stands up from where he was eating, wipes his hands on his pants, and abandons everything on his table - six steps away from a bin.
Time seems to slow down for Adam as you roll your eyes at the sight. His eyes glaze over - you, tangled in the sheets, twitching, on cloud 9. He feels like he’s there now, buried deep in you, filling you up, his teeth sinking into your collarbone and your nails in his back. 
His smile drops, his heart flutters, and… oh, there goes a rush of blood. How strange, such an innocuous motion can cause Adam to just about see stars.
“What’s up with you?” You ask, confused smile on your face. He doesn’t budge. He’s white knuckled, gripping the table. “Seriously, Adam, what’s going-“
But you recognise that look in his eyes. You know the way his breath stutters. 
Adam is falling apart. There is a tent growing under that table.
Suddenly a warm, trembling hand is on your wrist and you’re being dragged away from the table, leaving everything behind (and becoming the same as the person you were just mocking).
Before you really even register you’ve left the food court and entered somewhere else, your back is against a cool tiled wall and he’s pressed against you like he’s trying to crush you.
“God, you get me so worked up, you don’t even have to try,” His voice is a low rumble, halfway between a growl and a desperate plea.
“You can’t be serious,” You whisper into his ear as he kisses down your neck, “From one little eye roll?”
Suddenly his hand is on your face, gentle but firm, holding you in place so you have to maintain eye contact.
He can read it in your eyes, you’re no good at hiding it, not from him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger by now. You want him BAD.
He smirks, drinking in the sight of you like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.
“If that’s all you think you did, then go on,” He challenges, and as he presses himself somehow even closer to you you can feel just how rock hard he is, “Roll your eyes,”
“Make me,” You bite back, and Adam just grins.
“Oh, I intend to,”
He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s on death row. His left hand stays on your face and his right drifts to your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh so hard he can feel the bone under his thumb. He presses one knee in the space between your legs.
You whimper into his mouth and he groans. He knows exactly what this mix of pain and pleasure does to you. He knows that he’s ripping you into ruin.
Adam then drops to his knees, like this bathroom stall is Church and you are holy. 
His eyes are wide and pleading, he looks almost hungry, like he’s been in the desert for a thousand years and you are a blessed mirage.
He looks at you like he’s going to eat you whole. In a way he is.
Adam raises his eyebrows for a second, just a twitch, as if to ask if you’re sure you want him doing this. You nod with vigour. How could you not want this? Adam and his perfect lips…
Your head falls back as he unzips your jeans, yanks them down with the gusto of someone who’s been waiting to unwrap their present for years. 
Your hand finds his hair. He lets a pathetic little groan fall from his lips in response - it gets louder when your nails graze his scalp. 
“God, look at you. Fucking barely holding it together,” He quips, kissing up your thighs, “Eager little whore,”
You try to speak, try to banter back; tell him he’s being mean. He swings one of your legs over his shoulder before you can, and he takes the words out of your mouth as he teases his fingers under the very edge of your underwear. He laughs low in his throat as your hips roll against nothing. He wants you so bad he could tear you to shreds about it. 
“Use your words,” He breathes, “C’mon, baby. You’re not that far gone yet, talk to me,”
“Please,” Whispered like a prayer, “Please, God, Adam- Please,”
“Good enough,” 
He tucks your underwear out of the way with one hand, his breath makes you quiver just a little as it hits your sensitive skin. 
“Needy slut,” 
One hand firmly gripping your thigh and the other allowing him access, Adam kisses along the very very sensitive inside of your thigh, until he reaches right beside the dripping wet, wanton hole that belonged, truly, to him. 
Oh, yes. Adam wants you to see stars. Adam wants you to walk out of here on legs made of jelly. Adam wants to make those eyes roll.
He presses his tongue flat against that bundle of nerves he knows how to find so well, and you cry out in a strangled voice - “Adam!”. He flicks his tongue and you twitch. 
Adam has never been this hard in his LIFE. His jeans are suddenly a prison. But he has to take care of you first, he has to make the risk of a public bathroom worth it. 
“God you taste perfect, baby,” He whispers, and then his tongue is right back where it was a second ago. 
There’s little gentleness involved. It’s like he’s trying to find a way to say he loves you, but the only way he can is through devouring. 
His tongue is harsh in its flicking, in how he focuses hard on your already sensitive clit, the way his nose gets pressed against you makes you worry he might hurt himself - but there’s no sign of him stopping. If anything he’s getting worse. 
Every noise you make eggs him on. Tentatively at first, he presses one long finger inside of you. When your back arches off the tile, you feel the way he moans, before he pulls the first one out only to add a second finger.
He’s like clockwork. You manage to find the will to look down again, to find he’s closed his eyes, focussed. 
He curls a finger inside of you, and you’re ashamed to admit how close you are to coming undone already. You don’t have to admit it though, Adam knows. He can feel you clenching around him, and if he had the brains right now to do it he might just laugh at how desperate you are. 
His fingers pound now, setting a pace that is quick and even but rough. Adam needs you. Adam could cum in his jeans right now from the way you squirm on his fingers alone. 
You rock back and forth against his face and he just about loses his mind. HIS eyes are in danger of rolling back. He eats you out like a man starved, like he’s begging for more despite being the one in control. 
It takes you over before you realise you’ve reached that point - no warning, and you’re jerking back and forth, a twitching mess, fingernails in his scalp - and you cum. It washes over you, and you have to grab Adam’s shoulder for stability. 
If he didn’t know any better, if he didn’t know what you always wanted (more), he’d stop here. Thank God Adam knows better. 
He retracts his fingers and watches as you clench on instinct around nothing. He wipes his mouth a little, but not enough to wipe the taste away. The taste he savours, the taste he craved and craves more often than he should ever admit. 
A wreck. He’s making a wreck of you. 
He stands, letting your leg fall back to where it can try to support you. 
You practically fall into his firm chest, and he chuckles down at you. 
“Good, hm?” He asks, as if he’s not sure, “You terrible thing,” 
You can only hum in response, half sex-drunk, clinging onto him for dear life. 
“Can’t get enough, can you?” 
He’s teasing you? This is his fault! That asshole-
You whimper again, and he comes undone. 
“Fine,” He concedes, making quick work of his own jeans, “Ready?”
You in fact started to nod before he’d even finished saying ‘ready. 
And then, bliss - you feel him start to line his thick cock up with your entrance, the very tip of the head poking just inside. 
You feel like you could gush just at that contact. 
He kisses you quickly as he presses himself in, catching the cry of pleasure and surprise that you let out between his lips. He groans, deep in his throat - a deeply, deeply satisfied sound. Adam’s been waiting so patiently. 
“Taking me so well,” his whisper fans across your face and you lose any contact with the world of words. 
Adam doesn’t wait any longer because he CAN’T. He pulls himself almost all the way out, only to slam himself back in again a second later. 
Adam fucks you like he hates your guts. Like he detests everything about you so much he has to rearrange your insides into something he can stand. 
“A-Adam,” You choke out, and if it weren’t for the hand he’s just begun to rest on your cheek, you’d forget that he loves you. The harsh feeling of his teeth in your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder… you’d be forgiven for forgetting that he’s capable of being gentle. You roll in time with the violent pace he’s set, your hips slapping together so hard you know it’ll bruise. 
“G…God,” He breathes against your now bruised neck, “You’re so good,” 
Your core tightens and you know the second orgasm is coming, quickly. You cry against him, fingers digging into his back. 
“Go on,”
It’s like it was a taught command. He tells you, you cum. 
He’s nowhere near done yet. He’s got too much in mind. He can’t stop until you’re all but faded away from that pretty little head of yours. Until you forget your own name, but remember his. 
His pace never lets up, never even pauses. You’re making sounds that are obscene, bordering on pornographic, and if Adam wasn’t so determined he’d bust right here and now.  
Your head is pressed against the tile again, crying out like an animal in heat, when his hand covers your mouth and he stops moving completely. 
A whine comes from you, unwillingly. You’d be embarrassed of the sound if you could be right now. 
“Sh, sh sh. Someone’s going past,” He whispers, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own, “Wait, baby. Don’t want to get caught, do you?”
You shake your head but your body betrays you. Adam watches, jaw dropping a little at just how fucking perfect you are as you squirm around him. He’s still fully inside, fully sheathed. He’s hitting every place in there and he’s STOCK STILL. It feels cruel, crueller when you realise how much he’s enjoying watching you suffer in the stillness. 
You whimper against his hand, and he only presses it to your face further. 
“Stay quiet,” 
There’s a threatening edge to his voice and it doesn’t take long to realise why. The thumb of the hand that’s not desperately silencing you reaches down and plays with your clit - you could explode at this point. He barely has to do much, you’re squirming so hard and he’s so close to letting go inside of you-
It seems he decides the threat to your privacy is gone, and your torture is over, as he kicks back into action like a machine again. 
He loses himself, now, it’s his turn. The most desperate sounds you’ve heard him make echo on the bathroom walls.
“God- Fuck, fuck- baby, I- Can I- Please, please, can I- I need to, I-“ He stutters against you, getting a little sloppy but no less violent in his thrusts, “Let me fill you,”
You keen and he takes it as a green light, painting your insides white with his orgasm, and your third of the day comes crashing over you as he grunts your name.
Everything gets tensed for a moment - his fingers in the skin of your face and your hip, his jaw. His head falls to your shoulder for a second. He catches his breath, slow final thrusts pushing his own spend in and back out of you. 
He looks at you now, assessing the job he did. 
“You beautiful thing,” He pants, swallowing harshly, “There they go. Those fuckin’ eyes,”
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jetcat-14 · 2 months
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What Drawing Program do you artists use ??????
I want to use a decent one I am new to this and I don't know what I am doing.
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missgurrl · 10 months
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Hoofprints - Chapter 1
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Summary: You are the live-in stable hand at Peña Ranch. What happens when the owner of the ranch’s son, Javier, comes back to town? Will you finally be able to open yourself up to love and trust after being hurt?
Word count: 1346
A/N: This is my first try at an actual fic! Kind words and constructive feedback welcome. Every like, reblog, and comment is appreciated and I am happy to add you to a taglist❤️
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There is something so peaceful about being the first one in the barn at the start of a new day. The sun was just barely peaking over the horizon when you grabbed a bale of hay to start feeding out to the horses. You had been at this job for a little over a year now and were satisfied with your steady routine.
Two years before you landed this job, you wondered if you would ever be happy again. You felt as if your world crumbled at the snap of someone’s fingers. That someone was your ex-fiance. When he cheated on you 3 months before your wedding date, you knew you had to get away. It didn’t need to be far, but you did need a fresh start. After some much needed TLC and spending time healing from your heartbreak at your parents’ house, you found a job listing on Craigslist of all places. A stablehand was needed in a town called Laredo - about an hour from you. It was the perfect opportunity because not only would you be able to live on the property rent free, but you also could bring your dog with you. As a lifetime horse rider whose dreams had been hindered due to finances growing up, you were eager to accept the position.
You bonded with the owner of the ranch, Chucho, and felt as if you knew him your whole life. He was friendly and caring, but also had a no-nonsense attitude which you appreciated. Many days were spent in the saddle with light chit chat and laughter along Chucho. He always invited you into his home for dinner and asked if you wanted to tag along for his weekly trip to the feed store. You could sense his loneliness, probably because you were no stranger to loneliness yourself. He talked about “his boy” and how he was off “fighting the bad guys” in Colombia often. You could see how proud he was of him by the gleam in his eyes.
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It had been a long day in the Texas sun. A herd of cows got out on your lunch break and Chucho was nowhere to be found, so you had to wrangle them back into their pasture by yourself. Thankfully you had your cattle dog Gizmo and trusty horse Whiskey to help, though. Once you were done with afternoon chores all you could think about was taking a cool shower to wash the sweat and grime of today’s work off you.
After your shower, you changed into a sports bra and soft athletic shorts. You left your hair wet since the only thing calling your name tonight was your ceiling fan and a new movie you picked up yesterday from Blockbuster. Tonight was the night that Chucho met with the Agricultural Society, so you turned the burner on to make a simple grilled cheese.
The sound of knocking on your door startled you since you thought you were the only one on the ranch. Gizmo barked as you made your way over to the screen door.
Standing before you was the face of a man you had never met before, but he did look oddly familiar. He was wearing a pair of aviators along with tight jeans and a pink button-up shirt. He had dark, thick hair, a mustache, and was holding a casserole dish with tinfoil over it. You audibly gulped before putting a smile on your face to greet him, hoping he didn’t notice the way you were looking at him.
“Hey, I’m Javier. My pop wanted me to bring you dinner since he has his meeting tonight” he said. He reached his free hand out to you but couldn't pull his eyes away from looking at you up and down from behind his sunglasses.
Duh. This is Javi. He’s even more handsome in person.
You gave Javier your name and thanked him for walking your dinner over to your modest guest house. He took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his shirt pocket, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his dark eyes were.
“Well, enjoy your dinner” he said while shifting his balance from his heel to his toe.
“Did you eat yet?!” you blurted out before thinking.
“Uh, no I haven’t” he replied with a tilt of his head. You stepped aside to let him in and then realized what you were wearing. Feeling self-conscious, you told Javier to take a seat and that you’d be right back. You hurried to your room and scrambled to find a pale blue tank top to throw over your sports bra and threw your hair into a messy bun.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company tonight or else I wouldn’t have looked like this” you said, avoiding his gaze while you grabbed two plates and utensils from your cupboard.
God, this is so awkward. Act normal!
Javier cleared his throat and said, “You’re fine. My pops wasn’t even expecting me. Called him from the airport last minute this morning for a ride,” he chuckled.
The awkwardness in the room seemed to dissipate when you both found something to talk about.
“Oh wow, I bet he was so excited to see you, though. He talks about you all the time,” you said with a smile on your face as you sat down across from him at the table.  
Javier looked up at you and grinned, “I’ve heard a lot about you too, ya know. He said that you’re a great worker and I think that he’s really enjoyed your company”.
You looked down at your plate with a smile on your face and muttered how nice of him that was to say.
The rest of the dinner consisted of you filling Javier in on all the updates at the ranch. You talked about how the old animals were doing as well as some of the new horses you got in during his absence. Javier admired how passionate you were about your work, and it was refreshing for him to see your enthusiasm about something so pure. After many years of Hell in Colombia, seeing your face light up while talking about the new colt Chucho got for you to train, “Beau”, almost made his heart swell. Yet, he still tried to ignore that feeling.
After finishing your dinner, you got up and took his plate to put in the sink.
“Sorry, I’ve totally been babbling on and on about these horses. I’m guessing you aren’t into this stuff as much as I am since you chose a different career path,” you apologized.
Javier shook his head and asked, “Why do you say that? I’m enjoying being filled in on everything I missed while I was gone.” He smiled again and you watched the way his chest was rising and falling. He just kept his eyes on you and suddenly you could feel all the blood rushing to your face. How was he making you feel this way? You acknowledged the fact that you hadn’t really had any experience with men since your dreaded ex-fiancé and chalked it up to that.
All you could manage was a giggle and a small “okay” in return.
The sun was starting to set for the night, so you mentioned how you had to be up early for chores and that you’d walk him to the door.
“It was nice meeting you, Javier. You’re welcome over anytime. I don’t get many visitors besides your dad” you chuckled and hoped that you weren’t being too forward. It would be nice to have another friend. If that friend was extremely attractive, well, that was just a plus… right?
“Javi. You can call me Javi,” he said softly. He took a deep breath before turning to the door. Looking over his shoulder he called your name and said, “Thanks for taking care of my pop while I was gone. I really appreciate it.”
“Of course,” you responded gently, “night Javi.”
You watched him walk back to the main house with a smile on your face.
Chapter 2
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amunyan · 1 month
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Yeah... I go for an other Fanfic again...
The person she trusts most... (1/3)
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The air is scorching hot and the disgusting smell of sulphur brings tears to your eyes.
„Ugh, you think to yourself, trying not to vomit. Both the heat and the smell make it hard for you to breathe.
„The ultimate volcano... An active volcano, as we can easily see,“ you mutter to yourself as you watch the lava bubble up again and again. „Yes, I've come to the right place. “
Anyone else would have made you suspicious. You might even have thought you were at the wrong location. But any other person wouldn't have suggested an active volcano as a place to meet. It was even somehow typical of her, Mereoleona Vermillion. You would have been more surprised if she had ordered you to a romantic forest lake with ducks quacking happily.
„She really is crazy, “you remark, still a little paralyzed. „Do I really want to go there?“
You wrap yourself in your magic, keeping it tightly drawn around you to protect you from the high temperatures, but also from the strong mana of your surroundings. To make it a little more bearable, even if you still find it hard to fight the enormous heat with your plant attribute.
“She called it Manaskin...”, you remember. A magic technique that Mereoleona tried to teach you before you split up in a fight.
„If you don't stop beating yourself up, I can't help you. All you do is complain and moan. “
„But my magic is weak. I can't do anything. “
„Nonsense! Your magic isn't weak. You're just full of self-doubt. That's why you can't control it. That's why you've never tried to go beyond your limits. You've never even approached them. “
„But... I'm trying. You see? I train hard to be acknowledged by you. So that you...“ Your voice broke as you looked at her with tears in your eyes. „Mereo… We spent so much time together. We did a lot of training together... we even had an intimate relationship. Mereo... I really love you. I would do anything to be loved by you.”
„You stupid little... It doesn't work that way! Tell me, how can anyone acknowledge your abilities if even you don't believe in them? “
„But... If you just tell me that I've grown... That I'm strong. I would start to believe...“
„That's not my job, “ she replied gruffly. „Try to accept yourself first - not the other way around. And when you've done that, we can talk again. “
With those words she had left you alone. Unclear whether she was just so damn angry with you, or because of the letter she had received earlier that day. A message about her younger brother, who had been so badly injured that she had to take over the order of the crimson lions for him.
Since then, a couple of months have gone by. Almost a year...
You wonder if she still remembers you: "Or has she already forgotten me? The first question I should ask is whether she's even here. Or is she too busy to come?"
Despite these questions swirling in your head, you take the first step onto the hot, rocky ground to search for Mereo, feeling something other than that hellish mana - a warm, familiar feeling that has grown so close to your heart.
„That answers the question of 'if' and 'whether'...“, you consider, „She's here...“ A painful smile appeared on your lips, and with this certainty, at least the first doubts were removed.
„I have to be careful, I know her, she has a tendency to attack you out of nowhere...“ You strengthen your defences and a light scent of lavender and other herbs envelops you; A sweet-smelling potpourri to mask the foul aroma of a completely different herb. An herb whose scent alone is poisonous and intoxicating enough to stun. The foul odour of the golden, but highly poisonous Angelic Taraxacum. Although your trait is herbal magic, you have used your knowledge of plants to find the most poisonous herbs and use them in your magic. What you have acquired is almost comparable to poison magic. You can summon any herb and imitate its scent. Provided you have touched it before and immortalised it in your Grimoire...
„I hope this works...“ you mumble, still unsure and uncomfortable with your battle strategy in this area.
Barely three steps later, a flaming beast rushes towards you as if it came out of nowhere. So fast, you probably wouldn't have noticed it before. But you activate your defences at the right moment and block its playful attack.
„So you actually dared to come here, “a wide smile flits across Mereoleonas lips.
„Of course I did. I wanted to show you that I've grown stronger, “you reply with a thin voice and a narrowed eye.
„Well then... Let's see what you've learned, my sweet. “She jumps back, keeping her distance and allowing her fiery mana to flare up.
You get into a fighting stance too, spreading your legs a little and bending your knees to get a firm foothold. Your heart pounds in your throat. You are nervous. Not only because of Mereo, but also because of your surroundings. „ I have never trained in such an extreme environment. Not to mention fought. One false step and I'll be barbecued. But... I've trained so hard every day for this. I can trust myself and my abilities. I'm ready for this fight!" The grim expression on your face, which you had just used to stare at the lava in fear, turns to pure determination. You show this to your opponent, who gets probably even more energized by this.
„Very nice! I like you like that! You really seem to have grown a lot since we last met. Not just your mana, but your whole aura seems much more confident. But will that be enough for you to fight me? “
„I hope so, “you call out to her as you prepare for her attack. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as she launches her first move. Fast and silent like a lion on the hunt. Her movements used to terrify you. You couldn't keep up. Time and time again you have been defeated by Mereoleona with ease. But today, the rush of adrenaline has only made you stronger and sharpened your senses. You can dodge her attack and launch a counterattack.
„Blossoms of Oblivion, “you call out, and your Grimoire flips to the page with the spell. A split second later, you envelop her in a swirling column of colorful petals. Sharp-edged little leaves, but they can do little harm to the undefeated lioness Mereo.
She swings her flaming fist at you, not only piercing the swirling herbs, but burning them as well. You barely manage to dodge a follow-up attack by diving away.
Stepping aside you and try to improve your manaskin in this harsh environment. To take it to the next level, so that you are no longer tied to the ground by the manazone. „This technique that Mereoleona tried to teach me back then. It took me an awfully long time to understand it and an even longer time to use it. Will I be able to do it here in this mana-rich area? I can't let her down. No... Most of all, I can't let myself down“.
You pushed yourself to the limit. Even keeping your manaskin up in this heat was hard. Even harder in this battle - so many things to focus on just to stay alive. Another attack seems rather difficult to handle. At least for now.
„I just need a little more time to get the hang of it. I don't need to be perfect. Just wait for a good opportunity to attack her. And while I wait, the scent of the herbs will make her tired and make it easier for me. Hopefully...“
The battle continues. Even though you're both mages, you fight with your bare hands. Especially Mereoleona, who more or less only uses her magic to enhance her physical abilities. She's more like a very skilled boxer who fights with flame-covered fists.
It was she who taught you the basics of combat. So your style is quite similar. But not the level of your power. Not even close, as you will now discover to your horror. „Damn it... Her mana rate is increasing way too fast?! I can't keep up my defence. Her mana is completely wiping out mine...”
Panic began to creep in. Even though you had told yourself not to rush, now you are. You want it to be over quickly. The smell of your herbs grows stronger. And a little out of control; because Mereoleona notices it too.
A knowledge smirk crosses her lips. „I see what you were trying to do, (Y/N). Nice strategy. But... Does it really do any good against this? “
You swallow as you notice a drastic change in her mana.
„To be honest, I've been putting a lot of effort into my training too. I've been pushing my bounderis harder than ever for an upcoming battle against some devils...“
„That's not possible, “you stumble and take a few steps back. Your legs and body tremble at the sight of Mereo. She wasn't just covered in mana or in control of it. No. She's become pure, fiery mana.
Your scent of poisonous herbs, which had enveloped her to support her in the duel, was burned away by her heat in a fraction of a second.
Slowly the heat penetrates your defences. You find it harder and harder to maintain. Thick beads of sweat form on your forehead and you begin to feel the first twinges of self-doubt.
"Hey! Concentrate!" Mereoleona shouts at you. "The moment you lose your manaskin, the heat will burn you to a crisp! Don't be afraid of me. You know I would never seriously hurt you. So come and show me all your power!"
Mereoleonas words have jolted you out of your rising despair. You see her challenging gaze, which encourages you to continue. With a silent nod, you concentrate again. You gather your mana tightly around you. One last time for this fight, you try to go beyond your limits. You want to use all your remaining mana for one last attack. Although you expect it to be pointless.
„But maybe it will catch them off guard...“ This thought was enough for you to give it a try.
„Herbs of Doom, “you call again. Your Grimour lights up and flips through the pages, a vortex of blossoming leaves enveloping you.
„Again? I thought you'd learned more? “The scream of the lioness was full of disappointment. But you know better. This attack was not only your defence. The moment Mereos Attack would hit you, the herb storm would grab her. Besides, the little herbs were not only sharp, but also poisonous and caustic to the touch.
„I don't think they could seriously hurt her, but they might give me a chance for a surprise attack...“
Your opponent comes closer. As her punch penetrates your defences, you send a swirl of herbs at her. She wasn't expecting that, and you use the split second it takes for the herbs to turn into small fireballs to catch up and strike with your right fist. You aim for her face. „She'd have no problem taking it, and I’ve already gotten one or two purples from her, “you think, and hit her with everything you have. And you hit her. About half. Your fist grazes Mereoleonas cheek. You don't even feel it yourself because of the heat. And you've closed your eyes because you don't want to see for yourself.
A mistake. A serious mistake. Because of course you can't see how she clenches her fist to counter. The fist lands with full force in the pit of your stomach. You can't breathe for a few moments and water shoots into your eyes. And if you weren't already blinking, you probably would have been now.
The force of Mereos Flame Fist throws you back a few meters. You manage to scramble to your feet, but you stumble and stagger back another two or three steps as you take your final step, unable to feel the ground beneath your feet. Nothing but crumbling rocks falling into the bubbling hot lava beneath you. Frantically, you flail your arms, trying to catch yourself, but the blow of the attack was too strong. Making you lose your balance and fall.
You don't even have to try for a mana zone, as your manaskin slowly dissolves and the heat of the lava welcomes you with its greedy claws.
„That's it, “you think to yourself, “that was the wrong move to turn me into a BBQ. Shit...“
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kylowanderer · 1 year
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Ben training with Uncle Luke XD I had to!
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moeruyami · 11 months
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If Jimmy win a life series (probably wouldn't happen for a LONG while), can I suggest we give him the LIGHT imagery for the sun, moon and stars thing. I think there no rule stating it has to be a celestial body.
Here me out. Why would I give Jimmy the Light imagery if he wins? There are many things I want to point but can say because I have no coherent thoughts. Anyway, why?
Think a minute what enters your mind when Jimmy is in the life series with his choose team mates. Laughter, Joy, Warmth, GLOW, or Home. That is at least for me what I think. I can't think much of negative connotation of him when it comes to the series.
I just felt Light suits him. With his overall feel and connection with everybody and the way he interact with people and how he brings laughter to the life games despite being use by the watcher to gather despair. Maybe that's why they want Jimmy out first cause he didn't bring negative emotion but rather positive with the people around him.
(also Note: We should make Scar the Earth if he wins or Mercury since it is the closest to the Sun. Or BigB should be Earth or may be Ren. Who knows. XD)
(I just noticed my account just became Jimmy fan account. XD My hyper fixation with this man, I swear 🤣)
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I watched the music video "Don't Trust Me" recently...so I made it
But if anyone wants to use it as a prompt for a Connor/rk900/sixty fanfic...plzzzz do
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superalex2623 · 1 year
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I really try to do my best with this thing, but I kind of get a little sick while doing it, so in the end I was not at my 100% of power, anyway, I think it looks good enough for now. I hope you like it.  
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somethingshieet · 1 year
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Try and Heart
As long as Rin remembers, he is always trying. 
Trying to be a good brother for his cry baby little brother yet smarter than him (he proud of that), protecting Yukio from mean kids in kindergarten, kick some asses that bullies Yukio in elementary school to middle school, even look after Yukio every time Yukio upset with The invisible fairies that Rin didn't know before he can see demons and off course making the best bento in the world that makes michellin star chef insecure every single time Yukio goes to school, yet. It seems it wasn't enough.
  Rin always trying to be a good boy for Father Fujimoto doing his best to stop messed up things, to be kinder, to be softer, avoid useless fighting with some punks at least before they cross the boundary and using all his strength to help others, Rin doing his best to prove His Father that he has grown up.
Even though it's hard, SO.DAMN.HARD for Rin, but he is always trying and trying and trying. Never ever gonna give up,
But, you know? It's never enough.
Father Fujimoto died, partly because of him, because he can’t control his mouth. So that DAMN abomination, Satan, possessed Shiro’s body and as a cool person, Shiro died sacrificing himself for his demon child. Even after Rin promised to show that he has grown up, he couldn't keep that promise.
What a useless child. 
All the time Shiro lived and raised him all Rin could give was troubles, rin couldn't get good grades in school, can't control his temper to yell at shiro when he was angry, jump in to a fight more than he could count and it always ended with rin getting hurt. and you know what hurts him more than anything? Shiro was disappointed and sad to see Rin like that.
Why have you never been mad at me dad? why? Dad was never angry, never scolded him, let alone raised his hand at all the antics Rin did, except... once slap, at that time…
Well he kinda deserves it.
Rin knows that everything he tries never ends well, he shouldn't expect anything, should...not, but even so when Yukio thrust a gun muzzle into his head and asked him to die. Rin was shocked.
 They are brothers,one pair of twins! How can Yukio do that to him?
Maybe because Rin caused Shiro's death, maybe because Yukio was already fed up with Rin, maybe because Rin is stupid. Stupid enough to not know or do something to help Yukio even after all the signs, Hell, What a bad older brother Rin is to Yukio, ignorant enough he didn't know yukio tried to kill himself. So.Many.Times.
Why did Yukio not tell him anything? 
Why is Yukio not asking for his help?
Why did Yukio not trust him?
Why?
Wait. he did.
Once.
After Shura gives a freaking BOMB information about their Mom in Christmas(and their birthday).
Yukio asked for help. In an implicit way. Rin should have known. After all sixteen years living together, Rin Should have known.
But no he did not.
So maybe because of that, Yukio shot him.
Three times
At his head (because Rin is an idiot for unaware of the signs)
At his mouth (because Rin too much talk and not enough listening)
At his heart (because Rin can't understand Yukio heart)
It hurts so much. And because of that rin drew his sword (his heart)
And the hell breaks loose.
Rin was used to feeling pain, but this pain was beyond any pain he had ever felt. The pain that comes from breaking one more promise, the promise he said to never try to hurt his own brother
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ivoryghostyy · 6 months
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『 forever mine 』
↳˗ˏˋ yandere!naga × reader ˊˎ˗ ↴
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╰⊱ 「 image, not mine. sourced from Pinterest. 」
╰⊱ 「 warnings: possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implications of being bitten — this isn't very heavy. read with caution, i suppose. 」
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"let you go?" he mocked, eyeing your stubborn form.
"why would i do that? you are mine now," he hissed softly, his muscles tensing in light annoyance. surely, you didn't plan on leaving him? no, that simply wouldn't do.
"i could easily subdue you. do not test me, little mouse."
his pupils shifted to slits. his threat sent a chill up your spine. you knew of his capabilities; of his proficiency as a hunter. after all, he was an apex predator. one who spent half—if not the entirety—of his life in the wild, stalking his prey.
he is a silent and very lethal killer. his fangs are often bathed in blood; red staining his hands. the colour dripped from his glittering scales, casting a beautiful sheen beneath the moon's ethereal glow.
"for the rest of your mortal days, you shall stay here," he stated. finality coated his tone, leaving no room for further arguments.
"here, where you will be safe; where i can protect and care for you."
his eyes glow dangerously beneath the shadows.
"here, in my arms, where you will eternally be mine. it is time for you to accept that."
he nuzzled into your neck, his tail slowly uncoiling from around your waist and allowing you to stand on your own. to remind you of who's really in control.
with a hum, he continued.
"you are my mate," he declared. his lips brush against your neck; his fangs are dangerously close to your skin.
the naga snickered; a low rumble in his chest.
his voice was deep; a pleasant sound to hear.
"are you scared, little mouse?"
a sharp pair of fangs press against your pulse. 'how would you taste?' he wonders.
without another word from you, and with one last kiss to your neck, you felt a painful sting.
"that's too bad,"
a cold sensation enveloped you. your vision turned hazy. the den's walls suddenly became unclear and blurry.
"because i will never let you go."
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loo p. deloop
i am in my sparklecare arc, art i did for a collaborative assignment
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@sparklecarehospital
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songbirdo · 8 months
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Is anyone still here?
I haven't been active for a while but I am tempted to start posting art again anyway. Especially since I just took up papercutting and have been going kinda ham with it.
Just posting out of curiosity...
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truth-over-solace · 1 year
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I have seen at least 3 people with TLT usernames like or repost or comment on wtsf content and I’ve been holding this in for the *longest* time, Gideon is Ed and Harrow is Lucy in terms of voice. Its like they’re made for each other. Just imagine a Lucy-esque voice saying « it seems you already have one black eye courtesy of the Seventh House, and yet you seem to long for symmetry » It’s just. ugh, I can’t. And, and, Ed as Gideon. Just imagine all the insults.
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