#maybe draw hunter with a jacket too.

[eupheme]

— drinkin’ in sunshine

cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader

rated e - 1.8k

Tags: softer!cooper, love-at-first-sight, bounty hunting, alcohol, brief sexual harassment, seduction with ulterior motives, manual restraints, semi-public PiV

Request: a sweet request by @victoria-grimesss - ‘the theme of the song “Orange Colored Sky” like love at first sight maybe she’s a bounty hunter too?’

A/N: based on an idea where Cooper would like to visit old bars, a small habit left from the man he used to be

You find yourself having to rethink your strategy, when you’re suddenly struck with feeling for the man you’re supposed to be hunting down.

The bar you find yourself in might be one of least favorite you’ve been in. A dingy sign marking the entrance, cast in shades of orange with the dip of the evening sun.

It's dark inside - flickering bulbs and oil lamps. Near the fringes of town, the murmur of voices and low jazz notes slipping through what remained of the glass-cracked windows.

Floors stained by god knows what, the bartop sticky against your elbow as your chin props on your palm. Full of all kinds of folk that would like to sink their teeth into you. Tear you from limb to limb.

But, they said you'd find him here. The him still undetermined, but for the amount of caps they're paying you, you were willing to take a leap of faith.

“Know 'em when you seem 'em," The man grunted. Giving you an appraising once-over, arms crossing over his chest, "Hard to miss. Black hat and a long coat. Five hundred caps for 'im dead. Boss don't want him alive."

You pick apart that detail in your head.

Reading between the lines. Either your target pissed someone off real bad, or he was too dangerous to be brought in.

Neither bode well for you, but you've been in this game long enough that you have a few tricks up your sleeve.

The scattering of tables look like campfires out on the open plains. Pockets of light, your eyes squinting - trying to find your quarry. Trying not to look too interested, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. No good could come from a gunfight here.

Eventually you catch him, from the corner of an eye. A tipped-down hat, a hint of that black coat and a leather vest from the bit of light from the table next to him. The dregs of something dark left swimming in a dull glass, the cut edges worn down from years of use.

You send another his way, a sweet smile for the bartender and a couple extra caps to make sure it makes it there.

Easier to get the job done at close range.

A drink paired with another doe-eyed smile. A murmured, well-placed “let’s get out of here” - and he’d be yours. Always worked like a charm, in a place like this.

Nursing your own drink as your legs cross, the collar of your jacket turned up. Shielding your face, as you do a quick check - loosening the snap on your holster. The sheath hidden at the small of your back.

When you look again, a jolt rings through you when you realize his eyes are already on you.

Almost as if he’d noticed you first - his gaze dark under the brim of his hat. The flip of his hand on the table - palm upright, two fingers crooking.

Beckoning you to him.

There’s something about him that you can sense from even here. Hairs on the back of your neck standing up, a stutter of your heartbeat.

You could still run. Cut ties and pass on through to the next town. Tell them it didn't shake out, if you ever have to take a bounty here again.

But you're drawn to him. Curious. It's been a while since a bounty has piqued your interest. It was always the same-old.

Raider with a chem problem. Man who stole something. A no-good scoundrel who ran off with a rich man's wife.

It has you moving. Slipping from the stool. Making your way through the dim room, to where a lean leg extends, kicking out the chair in front of them.

Three tables away and suddenly there's a hand darting out, pinching hard at your elbow. Sending you off balance as you grasp at their hand, nails sinking into their wrist. Your lip curling in a snarl, as you're tugged towards the man that sits, thighs spread wide.

"Been a while since somethin’ as pretty as you's been here." You can smell the sweat that clings to him, layered with the stench of watered-down beer, "What say you spend some time with us?"

His companion leers, and your pulse spikes. A hand drifting carefully towards your gun, the grit of your jaw as your mind races through your options.

There's a shadow behind you. Catching you in it, as the man’s eyes flicker to something above your shoulder.

"This one's mine, " The stranger drawls, “Why don’t you fellas find another toy to play with?”

A flash of something silver at his hip that has the man letting go.

Their eyes shifting away uneasily as you snatch your arm back. Turning to face the stranger, the grateful “thank you” already on the tip of your tongue.

But as you free it, his head tilts. Face catching the light, and you realize your savior isn't a stranger after all.

He's your target.

And... he's a ghoul.

The Ghoul, to be precise. He has to be - no one else talks like him, that old-world drawl. His reputation preceding him, you had heard time again just how efficient and ruthless he could be.

For a moment, you’re transfixed. Stuck staring up at him - across the cut of his cheekbones and the hollow of his eyes. A low flip in your stomach, for more than one reason. Something going soft, and then low and warm inside you.

Oh. You might just be over your head.

“Huh.” His eyes narrow, as he regards you. Doing their own slow sweep, from the top of your head down to the dust on your boots.

Something must have piqued his interest as well - there’s a slow jerk of his head towards the table, though he does not move.

Making you squeeze past him - your hips brushing up against his to pass by.

The drink still sits, untouched. An arm slung across the back of the booth that lines the back wall, as you fold into the chair opposite.

It’s only here that you get a real good look at him. The pulled-tight skin, reddened with radiation. The dark cavern of his nose.

His eyes are pretty. A shade that makes you think of the weather when things grow cool, late in the year. The lingering green before the earth turns brown for the colder winter months.

You think you wouldn’t mind them on you.

Not at all.

The Ghoul's knuckles tap the glass, nudging it towards you - bringing you back from your swirl of thoughts. His gaze fixed on yours, with the rasp of his voice.

"Ladies first."

You blink at him, "I got this for you."

A way to distract him. To open a window of opportunity, a way to get close enough to slip a knife between his ribs.

Or, that had been the plan.

There's the ghost of a smile. The peek of teeth as his tongue runs across them, as his head cocks to the side. Those eyes narrowing.

"Only a few reasons why a lady like yourself would get a fella a drink."

The lightness of his tone is betrayed by the careful way he watches you, down to the minute furrow of your brow - how your tongue peeks out to wet your own lips, “Here for a job, or for something else.”

The mention of a job makes your stomach clench, until you realize he must think you’re there to strike one with him.

"Either way, be in my best interest to ensure it hasn't been... tampered with.”

Perhaps not.

Perhaps you’d have to work harder… though the tight tether you have on your plan has started to slip through your fingers.

"You think I'd be capable of something like that?" Your eyes go wide with feigned innocence. Only half-acting, now.

Elbows propped on the table - a lean that does wonders for the hint of cleavage hidden in the loosened buttons of your shirt.

"Still workin' that out," His eyes sweep over yours, before dipping down to your mouth. And then, lower, "But, I think I got a good idea."

His voice lowers then. "Drink."

And so, you do.

The liquor is harsh when it hits your tongue. Strong and bitter - his eyes trained on the column of your throat as you swallow. A hand extended as you pass the glass to him. Fingers brushing, your bare ones against his worn leather gloves.

It's lifted to his lips after. His tongue dragging over the rim, where your lips had been - before he's tipping the glass back. Taking half of the rest with a long swallow.

"Maybe I just wanted to show my appreciation." You coo, "Heard all about you, after all."

"Is that right?" There’s another smirk - before his head is tipping, appraising, “This the only way you show your… appreciation?”

Your heart races, as you give him your best winning smile.

"Well, let's say you and I find out?"

Your moan is ragged, teeth biting hard into your arm in an attempt to muffle the sound. Never making it further than the back-alley of the bar.

His voice had been low, as he followed you out the side door. A growled out, “We doin’ this?”

Eyes watching the twitch of your hands, his own tensed at his sides. Twin wires, strung tight.

Your mouth had tipped up to meet his, instead of your blade. Teeth and tongue and the wandering press of hands as he backed you against the building, your shoulders scraping against the worn brick in the darkness.

Would be a shame, you had thought. Not to find out what this was.

This something that almost had a physical weight - that dulled the sharp edge of your senses. Never expecting to feel this way, as desire crashes soundly over you.

You could always find him again after.

Tomorrow, maybe.

Finish the job then.

But that was before.

Before the bottom of your resolve fell out, with the press of his thigh, when it rocked against your core. His hip digging into yours, so you can feel how hard he is for you.

A whine in your throat, a knowing tone in his rough answer.

“’ve got you. Know just what you need.”

He had spun you around - your wrists caught in his hand, the brick biting into your skin where he pinned them.

Legs kicked wide with his boots, the soft clink of belts and spurs and the solid press of his chest into your back as you rocked back needily against him.

You let him take you apart.

Split you open on his cock, as he does nothing to quiet your sounds. Teeth bared - his own moan bitten back as he feels the way you clench down, wet and warm around him as his hips pound into you. Breath hot where it fans against your neck.

“And whose did I say you were?”

It has your eyes fluttering shut, as his hand curls around your hip - slipping between your thighs.

“Yours.” You gasp.

His breath is ragged in your ear, “That’s right.”

You keen when he circles your clit, his fingers slick with your arousal. Everything else fading, expect for how he buries himself deep with each thrust, the way he has you winding higher and higher.

That last grip of the tether inside you loosening, when you finally let go.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” The Ghoul rasps, when he feels how you tremble in his arms, “Don’t you worry, ‘cause when I’m through with you...”

“You’re gonna forget all about why you’re here.”

how I imagine the cooper pov: “you’re either here to fight or fuck… and for you darlin’, I might just be down for either.”

thank you so much for the request!! I hope you liked this! 💖

#the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout smut #fallout series

[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - two

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 2.7k

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Bucky shoves his hands in his jacket pockets as he approaches a shadowy figure sitting on a bench by the river’s edge. The figure tips his head back to look at the vampire and then looks back to the water.

“Took you long enough,” Sam says as Bucky sits next to him, “it’s cold as hell out here.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “maybe you should’ve worn a thicker coat if you’re going to complain about everything.”

Sam narrows his eyes at him, “care to explain what happened between you and y/n?”

“How is she?”

“First tell me what happened.”

Bucky shrugs his jacket further onto his shoulders, “I didn't mean to throw her that hard.”

“Jesus,” Sam mutters to himself at first, “she’s alive but things aren’t looking great. Peggy’s venom got into a cut on her hand and the doctor was only able to freeze it.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses as he listens to Sam and when he responds, the words are low and deliberate, “Steve wants me to kill her and if he finds out she has venom in her system, he’ll make me turn her.”

Sam lets out a disbelieving laugh, “you can’t be serious.”

Stern blue eyes meet his dark brown ones.

“Fuck, what are we going to do?”

Bucky looks towards the river, “how badly do you want your Guild Master dead?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Sighing, Sam looks to the river too, “You think Steve would buy it?”

Bucky shrugs, “You’ll need to get some of her stakes and hide them in John’s stuff. I’ll tell Steve that she told me it was him and then I killed her. I’ll set her safehouse on fire and you’ll get her to safety.”

“He’s going to search the fire for a body.”

“I’ll handle that. All you need to focus on is hiding her stakes in his room and getting her somewhere safe.”

Sam gets to his feet and turns to walk away but asks one more question before leaving, “Why do you care what happens to her?”

“I…i don’t know.”

The vampire hunter rolls his eyes, “so much for trust and honesty.”

“I am being honest. I don’t know why but I do. Everytime I even think about her, something inside me feels like it’s breaking. Fuck, when I threw her in the warehouse, I felt it. I felt her hit the pole and pain in her head. And…and I couldn’t figure out why my hand has been hurting but now it makes sense,” Bucky mumbles as he stares ahead and clenches the hand in question.

“I thought…” he starts but gets tripped up over his thoughts, “I thought that… you know… you couldn’t feel each other until you’re both turned.”

Pained blue eyes rip away from the dark river and snap to Sam.

“We’re not supposed to be able to. We might feel a draw to them if they’re still human but she…” Bucky blinks rapidly for a moment as if to blink back tears, “she’s not just any human. She’s a Van Helsing, it would make sense if the bond showed up differently.”

“Do you…do you really think she’s…”

Bucky cuts him off, “for her sake, I hope not.”

“And what about you?”

He takes a long pause before speaking, “what I want doesn’t matter.”

Waking up in the infirmary once again is a cruel reality check; however, the blinding lights saved me from the dream I'd been having.

I’m back in the warehouse but instead of the female vampire on the floor, it’s me. My own stake is deep in my chest and I’m falling to the ground as he yells for me. His voice is strained and cracking as he cries out my name but he’s too far away to do anything, to save me. The agony in his eyes brings tears to my own and they burn as I jerk awake with them still falling down my face.

Sitting straight up, my body feels like it’s on fire and my venomous hand is pulsing as if it has its own heart beat. I slowly bring it into my view, the hand shaking as I stare down at it. Black veins crawl up to my wrist but stop and the skin has a deathly color to it. The bones beneath the thinning skin are prominent and ache from the venom among other things. Hidden under the veins is the small scar where the venom must have infected me. Vampires heal at extraordinary rates but the place where they were infected and turned remains. I’ve seen some with gashes down their chests, others with thin bands on their necks, and the one that did this to me had the smallest puncture wound on her neck. I wonder where and what his scar is.

Sam's soft snoring breaks my trance and I look over to find him slumped in a chair, fast asleep. His legs are outstretched and his arms are crossed over his chest as his head leans against his chest. He’s dressed in a thick coat and I can see where the night’s rain hasn’t dried just yet. He must have been out hunting but I don’t see any gear, any weapons on him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teases me and my eyes flicker to his dark ones, “how are you feeling?”

“Like I’m half dead.”

“Closer to death or life?”

I look at my hand for a moment, “like 55% alive.”

He groans as he stands and stretches, “I’ll take it.”

A ball of black fabric lands on my feet and my boots thud at the side of my bed.

“Get dressed.”

“Why?” I narrow my eyes at him as I shrug a black turtleneck on and snap my worn but beloved tactical vest on.

He turns to give me privacy as I put on the cargo pants, “I found a lead.”

I pause as I’m lacing my boots, “on what?”

“Your hand.”

“Who did you sell your soul to to get that info?”

Sam laughs, “more like who did I have to kill but same difference I guess. It doesn’t matter though. My contact said that this Helmut guy has an anti venom of some kind.”

“That sounds like a bunch of bullshit,” I scoff as I stand, my body protesting from being bedridden for three days. Pulling my jacket on I stop at Sam’s side where he turns to me with a gentle smile.

“Bullshit or not, we have to try.”

“Or we could cut my hand off. I’m sure John would buy the best prosthetic hand money can buy.”

“And forever be indebted to that man?” He teases me again and slings his thick arm over my shoulders, pulling me into his side, “not a chance in hell. Not a chance.”

Something is wrong.

Something is…..off.

Outside of the office we’re sitting in is too quiet with it being in a thriving nightclub. We pushed past dozens of intoxicated people and were surrounded by even louder music but here in this room, I hear none of it.

The men around us are too still, too unmoving. They’ve made no noise, not even those that come with breathing. The man before us, or at least what I assume is one, also isn't moving. I can’t tell with the maroon mask that covers their face. Regardless, something feels deeply wrong about this place.

The person before us in the maroon mask suddenly leans forward in their leather chair and sniffs the air.

They sniffs the fucking air.

Even though I can’t see their entire face, I can see everything I need to in their eyes that are pinning me to my chair. Sam stiffens next to me and I make a quick sweep of the room with my eyes for anything to help us out. I’m in no position to be pulling the shit I'm about to be but if I’m right (which I usually am) and Sam led us into a vampire den, I’m going to have to pull this shit regardless of how I feel.

The masked vampire leans back into their chair and tears their chin on their fist.

“You don’t have much time,” he says to me in a low accented voice. German.

A German vampire.

Even fucking worse.

I narrow my eyes at him, “probably not. Comes with the territory though.”

“Ah the dangerous life of a vampire hunter,” he chuckles, “tell me Van Helsing, who did it?”

“The wife of the leader of the Captain’s Guard.”

I can see the mask raise as he raises his eyebrows at my admission.

“And for my next trick, I’ll turn this bottle of whisky into assault and battery,” I say plainly as I tear said bottle from the desk in front of me. I smash it on the edge and throw the two halves at the guards behind us. Before they can move to defend themselves, the broken bottle halves lodge into their necks and they fall to the ground. Sam is quicker with his matches and flicks a bundle at both bodies as the masked vampire stays in his place.

When I turn to him, he pushes his chair back and stands. Rounding the corner, he perches himself on the front of the desk with his hands clasped in front of him. He’s holding something but I can’t see what it is nor did I see him grab anything. Sam pulls me slightly behind him as he stares at the other man, “Do you have it?”

“Of course I do,” he says and reveals a syringe with thick black liquid in it, “but it won’t do her any good.”

“is that the anti venom?”

“It is for some but for you no.”

“Quit the cryptic riddles, is that the anti venom?” I snap as I step around Sam but his arm is quicker and it yanks me back behind him.

“As I just said, not you. What you need is the blood of the one that you crave and this,” he says, lifting the syringe so it dangles in between us, “is not that.”

I let out a cry of anger as it tumbles from his hand and smashes on the floor. Sam hauls me into his arms and pins me to his chest.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss at Sam as he struggles to keep me against himself, “he just broke his bargaining chip.”

“Ah but that’s where you’re wrong. The anti venom that I dropped,” he throws a pointed look at the black blood and broken glass at our feet, “is useless to you. Not even the blood of the vampire thet your venom belongs to could cure you. The only one who could is the one that you crave.”

“What are you talking about? The one I crave? I’m a Van Helsing, I don’t crave any vampire let alone their blood,” I sneer at him. I'd stopped fighting and allowed him to hold me up. My body is weak already and the little whisky bottle action that I did see drained whatever energy I had stored. I can feel the fatigue seeping into my body and the venom finds joy in being able to cause me great amounts of pain.

“You may be a Van Helsing but you are no better than the rest of us,” he sneers back before looking at Sam, “I gave you what you wanted and now it is your turn to give me what I want.”

“No, all you gave us was a riddle that’s impossible to solve,” he says through clenched teeth as his grip grows tighter on me.

The vampire says nothing but cocks his head slightly towards the door behind us. It clicks open and a familiar scent of cinnamon mixed with incense wraps around us.

“Helmut,” the voice that’s haunted me for a week now says slowly.”

Helmut, the masked vampire, seems to smile behind the maroon face covering, “Hello lap dog.”

Even though I can’t see him, I can feel the anger that boils under his skin and the way his body tenses in efforts to control it. I can feel the deadliness of him in the way his footsteps stalk towards us, the predator in him aiming for Helmut. He stops at Sam’s side but far enough back that I can only see the leather jacket he’s wearing. My sick hand begins to ache and I try to push it away by gripping onto Sam’s arm tighter but it does nothing. If anything it causes another way of anger to rip through his body and it comes out in his voice.

“You’re on the Captain’s Guard’s territory,” is the only thing he seems able to say.

Helmut shrugs and settles on the desk, “It was once all the same, why shouldn’t it be that way now?”

“This is punishable by death.”

“But I have a suspicion that you won’t follow through on those orders.”

Sam starts to slowly move us backwards and it seems like the two vampires don’t notice. They throw violent words back and forth, completely ignoring that we’ve almost made it to the door. Sam lets me go enough to open it but a sweeping wave of exhaustion wipes over me and I crumble fast. He’s barely able to pick me back up as I struggle to keep my eyes open but he’s not focused on me.

His attention is solely on the two bloodsuckers that are now turned to us.

An involuntary moan of pain leaves my lips as he tries to pull us away and the last thing I hear before the black fades in again is the sound of his voice calling out to me.

A beautiful cry in the cacophony of chaos that is the inside of my head.

Pain erupts at the back of Bucky’s head and it threatens to blur his vision. Helmut makes another snide comment but all he can focus on is the pressure building at the base of his skull and the fear that’s raising in his throat.

A sound so heavenly calls to him from behind but in combination with the physical effects he’s dealing with, he refuses to dwell on it. Turning he stops Sam with the Van Helsing girl in his arms.

She looks…weak. Black veins pulse in one of her hands and her eyes flutter close as she goes limp in the other hunter’s arms. Her skin has a deathly hue to it and her pulse barely registers from across the room. The sound that caused him to turn at first was really a moan of pain and his blinding need to make sure she is okay distracts him from Helmut. The masked vampire launches himself at Bucky and tackles him to the ground. His mask is gone now so he can allow every bit of venomous anger he has to be conveyed in his face.

“I should cut her and force you drain the life from her,” Helmut sneers, baring his teeth in a truly animalistic manner, “or maybe I should tell your master who she is to you and let him decide how to dispose of her.”

Time slows.

Sam’s and the van helsing girl’s heartbeats pound in Bucky’s ears. Helmut’s satisfied smile at his silence morphs into one terror and he falls away from Bucky as blood pours from his chest. There’s a dull thud and rolling follows as Bucky slowly climbs to his feet. Stepping over the heart that was once in Helmut’s chest, he approaches the two hunters. His piercing eyes are zeroed in on the girl and she’s passed off to him.

She makes a faint noise but nothing aside from her breathing. Bucky shakes as he pulls her tight against him and buries his nose in her hair. The smell of Jasmine and oranges floods his senses as he allows himself to find comfort in having her against him.

He hooks an arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders as Sam ushers them out. The club is as packed as it had been when they all arrived but no one notices the three. Sam gets them safely to his car and takes off as fast as he can by that time the Van Helsing girl starts to blink awake.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #vampire!bucky x reader #vampire au #vampire bucky barnes #van helsing retold bucky #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel #van helsing retold bucky barnes

[violetarks]

Kishibe x afab fiend?

can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?

anime: chainsaw man

character: kishibe

summary: unbeknownst to other devil hunters, kishibe was actually the first forced to house a fiend for work.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns, second person pov, reader is the theft devil, my first request in ages!!, but i dont really like how this turned out ;-;

the first one to find out about you, other than makima for obvious reasons, is kishibe's work partner.

"i just gotta' get something from inside before you go, 'kay?" kishibe says, looking to his work partner quanxi. the woman couldn't be more disinterested at the sight of kishibe's home. it was a simple apartment, on the third floor, with a 'welcome' mat and scratch marks on the key slot. when the door pushes open, kishibe clears his throat. "i'm home!"

quanxi raises a brow, wondering why he was announcing himself. as far as the office knew, he was a single man, and stayed so with the help of (or lack thereof from) quanxi. walking into the kitchen, kishibe puts his things down on the counter, heaving off his heavy overcoat. quanxi stands still beside him, analysing the room. it was well-kept, maybe a little mess here and there. but nothing too bad.

when she hears footsteps, she thinks 'daughter?', but then you round the corner, dressed in one of his hoodies and sleeping boxers. her eyes widen a little as you wipe yours, yawning.

"kishibe? why are you—..." you stop, staring at quanxi, and she the same to you. kishibe leans against the counter, knowing that you two were bound to meet at some point. "who's this?"

"y/n, this is quanxi, my work partner." kishibe says, crossing his arms over his chest, "quanxi, this is y/n, the theft devil."

in a split second, you and quanxi charge at each other, quanxi drawing her blades and you turning your hoodie into a sword by ripping it off your body. kishibe frowns, now knowing his hoodie was no longer his.

"leave this residence!" you shout, jabbing the handle of your sword into her stomach. quanxi blocks, gaining her footing. "don't ever return!"

"you've grown weak, since the last time i saw you." she replies, kicking your side and watching you tumble back a few paces. quanxi knocks you off your feet, getting on top of you and holding her blade to your throat whilst yours was pointed into her stomach.

"alright, stop that." kishibe huffs, clapping his hands. he rests one on quanxi's shoulder. "get off her."

"you're housing this fiend?" quanxi spits, staring down at you. you glare at her, opting to stick out your tongue and thrash a little around her. "does... makima know?"

"surrender your life and i'll make you into a pretty bow!" you scowl, kicking your legs beneath her. she tilts her head at your threats.

"you think i would willingly let the theft devil stay in my home?" kishibe mutters, tugging quanxi up. she brushes the dirt off her as you stand as well, trying to lunge at her when kishibe holds you back. "makima put her under my care a few months ago, since the last host we fought got away from us."

you frown, looking away and tossing your sword into the pile of clothes in the corner. "your partner is a hybrid, kishibe. i can smell the distasteful scent." you huff, tugging on his shirt that you wore, "you devil hunters are the strangest beings on earth, working with your enemies..."

"calm it, y/n." he says, standing in front of you. you roll your eyes, crossing your arms and turning away, marching to the balcony where you throw open the sliding door and lean against the railing. the wind blows the shirt gently and kishibe looks back at quanxi. "she's a bit possessive."

"the theft devil often is." quanxi responds, fixing her jacket, "it seems she's claimed you as hers."

"she's technically mine since she's living under my roof." kishibe defends, hands on his hips.

quanxi looks around the apartment. "it doesn't look like it." she grabs her blade, sheathing it, and walks to the exit. "i'm waiting in the car. do what you must."

as she leaves, shutting the door behind her, kishibe turns to you. you're still sulking, making it known by the way you cross your arms and glare at the buildings in front of you. kishibe walks in your direction, putting his weapons on the counter. he then stands behind you, hands bracing the railing to trap you between it and his chest. you lean further into the railing, almost squishing your ribs in a desperate plea to get away from him.

"you can't fight anyone i bring to this apartment, y/n." he tells you, making you frown.

"why are you bringing others to my home?" you counter, tugging on your collar, "i don't want anything that isn't mine to come here."

"alright, alright." kishibe says, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. you squirm, trying to get out, when you feel his lips press a kiss to your neck. you stop moving, shivering at his touch. "i guess you just feel nervous meeting other people."

"hm." you grumble back, hands trapped against your chest as kishibe holds you. he leans back, leaning a chin on your shoulder. "i want her head."

"she won't let you have it." he tells you.

"i'll steal it myself. it's what i'm good for." you claim, remembering her scent. you can identify where she is, sitting in the backseat of the black car out front. you perk up a little, kishibe tilting his head. "she smells of other fiends."

"i never know what quanxi gets up to." kishibe responds, rubbing the back of his head. he pushes himself away from you, watching as you turn to face him. "i have a job to get to. i'll bring home some dinner, got it?"

"okay." you respond, holding his sleeve. he stops and stares at you. "come home soon."

"i will." he says, kissing your forehead, "as soon as possible."

"good." you mutter out, holding him in his place. kishibe lets out a small chuckle, watching as you purse your lips. he then dips towards you and connects lips, giving you the gentle treatment as you eagerly kissed him back.

it had only been a couple of months, but you had managed to gain feelings for kishibe. and with your nature as the theft devil, of course you'd become jealous when you saw something that wasn't yours. kishibe had assumed it was your power at work, but slowly began to warm up to your attitudes and eventually reciprocated them.

he didn't know whether makima had planned this to make sure he was always on the public safety division's side, as you were technically 'property' of makima and she could do whatever she pleased with you, or if makima had no idea of your feelings. but kishibe knew for sure that he wanted you all to himself as you wanted him.

the second group to meet you is a young himeno, who knocks on kishibe's apartment door in hopes of getting him to help her track down another fragment of the gun devil. but it's early in the morning and you're in the kitchen trying to make your own breakfast since kishibe came home late last night.

"he better answer... if he gets mad, he can argue with makima, she sent me here." himeno sighs, placing a hand on her hip. she begins to knock again. "kishibe! open up! c'mon, this won't take long!"

the door swings open and you chuck out your hand straight away, trying to grasp at himeno. your vision focuses on her, and you watch as she pulls away quickly, her widening her eyes and attempting to push your hand away.

you fail to make himeno one of your possessions, making you dodge her punch and step back into the apartment.

"a fiend? who the hell are you?" himeno mutters, fixing her collar. she steps forward with caution, not knowing if you were dangerous enough to call upon her contract. "i'm pretty sure this is kishibe's apartment."

"leave now." you say, backing up into the living room. your hands held up, ready to fight, tugging on the collar of your (kishibe's) shirt. "or i'll make you my own."

"oh?" himeno giggles, tilting her head at you, "that's sweet of you."

you rush forward, swiping your glass of water on the table and turning it into a clear dagger. you dash at her, ducking under himeno's punch to push her against the closed door, bringing an arm up to strike her in her shoulder. but himeno is quick to react, side-stepping and hooking her arm around your elbow and yanking you down to the ground.

the impact shakes the table beside you that holds kishibe's keys, rattling in the plate. as himeno readies another attack, you roll out of the way and kick her in her stomach, making her land against the door. you turn your dagger in your hand, reeling back and launching it towards her head. himeno, quick to think, ducks down to dodge. the dagger strikes the wooden door, half of it sticking through.

"it's too early for this..." himeno groans, tilting her head at you with a huff.

before you can charge again, kishibe enters in nothing but his sleeping shorts, covering his mouth with a yawn. "mornin', sweetheart. what's for breakfast?" he questions, walking directly to you and unknowingly ignoring the other woman.

"morning..." you drop your act, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he leans forward to land a kiss on your cheek. he wraps a loose arm around your shoulders, making you walk towards the kitchen where himeno stood, confused. "i was thinkin' we go out for lunch. as long as i can see you, it shouldn't be a problem."

"um... kishibe?" himeno says, blinking at the sight of her coworker and a stranger/fiend so close. "what is going on?"

the man almost looks annoyed, but he wipes his face and sighs loudly, "what are you doing here?"

"makima sent me to discuss the gun devil shard that has popped up around here." himeno speaks, watching as kishibe grabs some sweatpants from the folded laundry on the couch and puts them on, "she said you may have some intel."

"well i don't know jackshit about that, so you've wasted your time." he calls, opening the fridge and taking out two eggs. he saw your bowl of cereal on the counter and placed it in front of you with a spoon, watching you begin to eat with your eyes on the two strangers. "i see you've met y/n."

"that fiend?" himeno scoffs, crossing her arms as she watches you eat your breakfast. aki's eye twitched at how familiar you sat in the room of devil hunters. "how long has she been under your watch?"

"probably around half a year now. surprised nobody else has noticed, to be honest." kishibe says, watching as you sit in silence now, "you two should become friends."

"fuck off." himeno grunts, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

"no way!" you shout, slamming your half-empty bowl on the bench.

"fine." kishibe responds, shrugging his shoulders. he waits until you return to eating to speak to himeno. "you should get goin'."

"right..." she sighs, collecting herself, "you stay safe, kishibe."

"you too." he says, watching as she leaves the apartment. he then lets out a breath, ruffling your hair. "c'mon, y/n. you can't keep doin' that every time someone comes in, got it?"

"whatever!" you call, pushing his hand away, "stop bringing random people in here!"

your complaints are common, but kishibe can't help that. he only nods, like always, and kisses the side of your head.

"alright, sweetheart. i won't." he chuckles, sitting beside you.

he hears about the next time he goes into work. makima asks him to keep the secret of you quieter, even though she was the one who sent himeno to his place knowing full well you were there. he begrudgingly agrees.

he listens because he would rather die than lose you. there's no way he'd let you land in the hands of makima...

you stole his heart. and he knew you had no intention of giving it back or sharing.

#kishibe #kishibe x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man kishibe #chainsaw man kishibe x reader #csm #csm x reader

[tbcanary]

haiii uhm. idk if anyone has asked this but what are some of your favorite character costumes/outfits :O

iggy i love and adore you and i love this question. hold on, i have to dig up some images.

okay. i dug up some images. so many, in fact, that i hit image limit on this post and had to trim some things down. let's go through it.

we're gonna just go ahead and start out with dinah lance, the light of my life. this whole post won't be sorted by character, but she's the one i have the most images of, so she gets her own section.

i know people really, really love the short-haired, less effeminate dinah we get in grell's 80s run. i'll get to her! but i'm going to start by saying that her looks in the green lantern/green arrow run are all-time. please consider, if you will, the most fashionable lady in the room:

(i can't include the house robe from snowbirds, but know that i spiritually do count it as part of this post. i hold it near and dear. for now, these two looks will do.)

her long black hair. her little white vest. the statement necklace for her date with ollie. and look, i would include ollie here too, because his outfits in this run are PEAK seventies dad energy, but i don't have the space and i like dinah more, so you get these.

then comes the 80s, when dinah is in her element. short black hair, noir vibes, wearing graphic tees for things like "seattle slugfest." (in longbow hunters, at least.)

she gets some cute looks in grell's run, obviously, but i'm partial to this little skirt and sleeveless denim button-up because it's so very unlike her. she was putting in the work to look cute, and i appreciate it. oliver, meanwhile, looks like fred from scooby doo.

the 1991 run is important because of her extremely high heeled boots with the BIG cuffs around the calves. i miss the cuffs. i wish they would return to me. but the actual panels i think about the most from this run are when she cuts her fishnet stockings and uses them to tie her hair back.

wh. who. i want to know which people in the writer's room decided that was a feasible option. i just want to talk. i can't imagine a less stable hairstyle to go karate-chop some yacht pirates. come on now. but also, she even ties them in a bow? i love her so much. what the fuck is happening.

she has a lot of good looks in birds of prey (1999), honestly, but none of the artists have EVER IN THEIR LIFE seen a woman's chest. not a one. i'm going to go ahead and stick to the two things i love: the fringed leather jacket (iconic) and the long-pants jumpsuit that they did instead of the fishnets.

i don't know WHY they got rid of the fishnets, honestly, but i like this turtleneck situation and the yellow accents. also her communicator necklace on full display <3 she also usually wears a motor jacket OVER the jumpsuit. slay!

(it's maybe a little sacrilegious to like the long pants costume, given that she is so well-known for the bodysuit and fishnets. but to be fair, even when they cut the legs off this suit, she still isn't wearing the stockings. her legs are naked. 0/10 what the HELL.)

sean izaakse deserves his own post and i would not be able to pick out a limited number of panels from his work on green arrow (2023) but i will say i love dinah's new costume, i love the texture on her jacket, and i love that she gets to have the little canary logo on the chest now.

i assume this was more of a birds of prey (2023) design and not izaakse's personal design, but i love how he draws her hair, and she's so short compared to everyone, and overall she just looks good. zero complaints here.

(actually, i do have a few complaints, they just aren't about dinah. one, lian's eyes should be brown. two, ollie should have KEPT HIS HORRIBLE MANBUN, THAT'S MY DAD. and three, mia's cape should still be yellow on the outside. otherwise, the art in this run is perfect.)

speaking of mia.

the art of green arrow (2001) is not like. my favorite art style ever in terms of aesthetics. but hester really, really sets the tone for a lot of these characters through his design choices. particularly mia, which makes a lot of sense given this is her introduction and he did a lot of the initial work with her character.

the thought put into her costuming. she's wearing baggy clothes to contrast with what she wore before she moved in with ollie, she has the hair up in a messy ponytail, etc etc. this mia is everything to me. and i love ollie, too. he looks like a cartoon dad from a nickelodeon show. which is exactly who he is, to me.

we're gonna detour from dc and into marvel for just a second but don't worry we'll come right back. i was really excited when kelly thompson and leo romero were announced for birds of prey (2023) because i really liked their work on hawkeye (2016). it's such a good style for kate bishop, in particular; it feels very youthful and the style just suits her. this is The Kate Bishop, to me, outside of the 2012 run.

(i also really, really like the way dinah is drawn in birds of prey (2023). she's small, she's compact, she looks like someone who's been doing gymnastics and karate her whole life. i could also fit her in my pocket! perfect!!!!)

but yeah okay i mentioned it so i also need to shout out hawkeye 2012. this comic's aesthetics were so fucking on point, and it is one of my favorite ones i've ever edited because it has such an INTENTIONAL color palette and use of graphics like the arrows and bullseyes.

like i know everyone talks about how good this run is but that's because it is LITERALLY that fucking good. the writing. the art. the characterization. ugh. life-changing.

anyway that's enough marvel (for now). back to my hovel. dc.

spiritworld (2023) was so fun. the art is so intentionally drawing on manga and i loved it from the first issue. you can feel the love put into the character design and the color work, and xanthe's cool bomber jacket and undercut is SO essential. this is the nonbinary rep we deserve.

shoutout to cass's look in this comic, too. i LOVE this costume for her. it moves in such a fun and exciting way when she's flipping around and moving through the air, it has a new silhouette, AND it STILL has the bat on the chest. perfect. everything to me. never change.

that being said, i DO have a favorite cass look, and it's these specific panels from batgirl (2000). the style in most of that comic is great, it's super funky and fun, but these were the panels i saw that ended up solidifying in my brain as "oh, that's cass."

also from batgirl (2000) though, i love the funky design choices because they give us things like PEAK takes on stephanie brown's spoiler costume. she's just a fucking blob to me. look at her.

steph has a lot of fun looks, to me, but my favorite will always be the era in like, issues 110-112 of robin (1993), where they gave her a bob cut and big :pleading: emoji eyes.

i do wish she'd had freckles at this time. i know they were a later addition, but i like them. they add character.

unrelated to AAAANY of that, i need to talk about poison ivy (2022). this run is stuuuuuunning. i've only pulled panels of pamela here because i LOVE the way her freak body horror is done, as well as the way her hair is drawn, but the scenery and the textures of this comic as a whole are insane.

even when the story isn't grabbing me, the art does. it's beautiful, it's unlike any other comic i'm reading right now, and it is one of the first comics i ever looked at that made me go, oh fuck, that's an ART piece. ykwim.

HOWEVER. if we're talking about comics that are just. art. through and through. there are a couple others i need to mention.

supergirl: woman of tomorrow is stunning. the colorwork, the hair texture, the EXPRESSIVENESS of the FACES. ugh. this comic made me cry, yeah, but it also made me stroke the pages lovingly because of the beautifully rendered colors.

i love that kara doesn't always look Pretty. i love that she gets bloody, and beat up, and she looks tired and sad and sick sometimes. i love that it is so beautiful and also you can see genuine hurt on kara's face. ugh. UGH. this comic!!!!

now for the indie shit lol. die (2020) is sooooo lovely. stephanie hans is ordinarily a cover artist, but she jumped onto this project to do pages, and my GOD is it beautiful. the character design, the colors, the expressions. it feels like a PAINTING and i want to EAT it.

there's a lot of body horror and gruesome stuff in here. but like, somehow, even that manages to look pretty? i love the painterly textures. i love how the tone influences the colors. it's all just stunning. i need to go reread this one right now, actually.

annnnnnnd! last one, i promise! it's time for THE FORGED (2023).

i love this comic. everyone in it is a lesbian with an atypical body type, half of them are wearing bondage gear, and it's all set in a space sci-fi setting with more lore than you can shake a stick at.

and on TOP of all of THAT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLORS ARE.

there are a few honorable mentions i don't have room to include images of, so i'm gonna go off and list them now:

the wild west arc of exiles (2012) in that very painterly style

the scenery and background work in wonder woman: the hiketeia

the INCREDIBLY clean lines and sharp colorwork of dan mora in world's finest (2023)

the super sketchy and rough pencil-esque art in the back half of green arrow/black canary (especially mia! i love her!)

i am sorry but i enjoy the very sharp style of batgirls (2022). i don't necessarily endorse the writing or the story of the run, but i think the shapes are good. sorry. take me out back, i know.

young justice (1998) also has very cute cartoony art!! i haven't read much of it yet, but every time i see it, it makes me smile. which is the point, i think?

OKAY. PHEW. do you regret asking me yet, gobby. did you get what you came for. am i welcome to come yell at you about the forged (2023) and die (2020) until the day we both shed this mortal coil and depart for the great beyond.

that's it ily mwah thank you for the best question i've ever been asked <3333

#ask.tb #stainedglassgoblin #I HAVE BEEN CONSIDERING RANKING DINAH'S OUTFITS FOR LIKE FOUR DAYS. HOW DID YOU KNOW. #that's not what this is. this is a mess of a post. but dinah's sure in it a lot. #i may come back tomorrow with more images. only time will tell.

[enmuswife3]

Genshin men crushing on you bc I say so

Characters involved: Diluc, Kaeya Venti, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, Itto, Gorou, Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo

Gender: not specified implied smut if you squint at Kaeyas

Diluc

Diluc? Crushing on someone? HA that will never happen….or will it?

At first diluc didn’t know that he had a crush on you until Adeline knocked some sense into him

A blushing MESS around u

If you a drunkie like his brother and venti he’ll tolerate you and maybe take you home if you get too tipsy

One time you were strolling through Mondstat at night when some one came up behind you and tried to steal some of your money

Luckily! The Dark Night Hero was there to save you! And that’s how you became one of the people that knew the Hero’s identity

It went a little like this

It was around 8pm when I finally finished my duties for the day. I put on my jacket and walked home I lived in a small village outside of Mondstat. I was walking along the walls when suddenly someone grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the brick wall. “Give me all of your valuables!” The drunk man yelled as he put a knife up to my neck but before it could draw any blood a black ish redish figure swooped in and knocked the drunk man out. I turned to see who saved me I realized that it was diluc! “So your the Dark Night Hero everyone has been gossiping about!” I squealed “yea it’s me but are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Diluc said worriedly. “Ah I’m fine! But if you would excuse me I want to go home and crash on my comfy bed I’ll be on my way!” I said as I picked up my things to leave “w-wait! Let me walk you home- I insist!” He babbled “hehe okay<3”

Kaeya!

Smooth mf

Flirts and teases you every chance he gets

But what made him fall for you even harder is when you would come back with even FLIRTIER COMMENTS AND WOULD TEASE HIM EVEN MORE

“Hey y/n has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” “No, has anyone ever told you how hot you are?”

The knight was to stunned to speak

Y’all end up hooking up sometime and when he first had a taste of you he was Fr addicted

🐱 put a spell on him he in a trance- Flo Millie

Drunk buddies!

You always end up paying for the 15 million drinks he had

He drunkly confessed his feelings for you while you were walking him home

It went like this

“Alright I’ll take him off your hands Master Diluc!” You said as you put Kaeya’s arm over your shoulder. “Please do” diluc sighed I chuckled and left the tavern we began walking down an alleyway when Kaeya suddenly stopped walking. “You okay Kae?” I asked worriedly then all of a sudden he pinned me to the brick wall and kissed me. When he broke the kiss he nuzzled into my neck and said “Archons I love you so much I’ve always have” “aww I love you too Kae” as we continued to walk to his house. By the time we got back he was dizzy and drunk off your kisses. “Stay……please?” He said as he looked up with his beautiful eyes “okay” I said as I kissed his forehead. <3

Venti

DRUNK BUDDIES

He would annoy you so much

But you’ll tolerate it

Follows you around it’s either just walking with you or stalking

He has to keep you away from mfs tryna confess their undying love for you

Prolly makes the wind push you towards his direction

Imagine your at good hunter tryna order a fisherman’s toast and next thing you know there a whole ass tornado pushing you away from Sara

“Welcome to Good Hunter! What can I get for you?” “Ah yes I would like one fisherman’s toast and a lemon water please” “alright that will be 300 mora” “okay! Let me just get my wallet- AAAAA”

Then you fall in Venti’s arms “oh! Hello y/n it seems that you have fallen for me~ ehe!” And your still in shockl cause a literal tornado snatched you off the ground

He also confessed while he was drunk at your house when you tried to get up

It went a lil like this

“Ven you shouldn’t be drinking this much! It’s bad for your health” I sighed as Venti slumped into my lap “ehe~ but if it gets me to position right now then I wouldn’t mind~” he burped. “Move so I can get up” I said as I shifted but Venti wouldn’t budge “Venti get up!” “No! I love you! Don’t leave me!” He wailed. Then you two just sat in awkward silence <3

Let’s be honest the only reason why you with him is because he needs a sparing buddy

So you guys would spar in the woods somewhere idk

Maybe at the golden house

But when you did a burst that he’s never seen before he took interest in you and kept you around

FEELINGS ARE DEVELOPING

FAMILY MAN

he realized that he was in love when you smiled at the little children and agreed to play with them

THE WAY YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AINT HARD TO TELL YOU DONT KNOW OH OOH YOU DONT KNOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL - One Direction

I feel like he confessed accidentally while the two of you were sparing

Like you just look so hot fighting how can he NOT?

It went sum like this

“Heh your strong but not strong enough y/n!” The Harbinger chuckled “we’ll see about that!” I said as I got in my stance. I let attack me first obviously then I sliced his arm and caught him off guard and easily defeated him. “Damn that was kinda hot” he sight when he saw that my eyes widened he face turned red. “Uhm- did I say that out loud” he stuttered “yea” I said as I blushed “I guess the cats out of the bag!” He laughed

Zhongli

I’m writing him as a rich person idc what y’all say

Spoils you so damn much with fine jewelry and designer clothes

Takes you on nice dates n shii

“Here y/n a fur coat” “mister zhongli it’s the summer-“

Makes you tea and tells you stories

What made him intrigued by you was when you could remember every thing he told you about the past and you would even make little jokes with them and you both would laugh

It’s like an inside joke

You both jumped Childe when he summoned Osial (or whatever tf that water demons name is)

He does a more formal confession

Like he sits you down to drink some tea and eat some kind of sweet he made

He would butter you up with compliments but not to the point where you would suspect anything

Here’s how it went

“Y/n care to join me for some tea and sweets?” Zhongli said as he flashed a light smile “sure!” You pipe up and sit down beside him. You hours are on the tall like piece of rock with like a chair n stuff with a small table. “You look beautiful in that dress y/n” he smiled “thank you!” I blushed “can I tell you something?” “Of course you can tell me anything”. “Well I love you and l have for a long time now” zhongli said nervously he turned to look at you and started stuttering “it’s okay- if you- uhm- you know-“ then you cut him off with a kiss and he happily kissed back.

Thoma

Cooks and cleans for you

He so sweet omg

If you haven’t wifed him up already then what the actual fuck are you doing

U must be stupid

Are you stupid?

Yea your stupid

wife material tbh

He’s so sweet omg wait- did I say that twice? Idgaf he IS sweet😡

What made him fall for you was your ambition. The way that you were so devoted and loyal made him weak in the knees

He confessed out of fear because he thought you were gonna die or sum by the shogun

OH GIRL ITS YOUUUUUUU THAT U LIE WITHHHH AS THE ATTOM BOMB LOCKS IMNN OH GIRL ITS YOUUUUU I WATCH TV WITHHHH AS THE WORLDDDD CAVESSS INN-

Here’s how it went ig

“Thoma! We aren’t strong enough!” I yelled he looked over at me as his eyes widened but then I noticed the shogun teleport behind him getting ready to slice him! I quickly stand in between them and take the hit and fall to the ground “Ah m’ fine! I can s-still fight her ngh” I stuttered “you clearly aren’t come on I’ll take you back to the tea house” “No! I can fight let me get up-“ “listen I love you and you aren’t dying on me okay now cmon!” You went silent and followed his orders

You probably already knew he had a crush on you

Why?

THE MF LITERALLY RUNS AWAY FROM HIS DUTIES TO BE WITH YOU

mf has 20 stacks of paperwork 30 missed meetings and one disappointed sister LMAOO

buys you expensive shit just like zhongli

“Ayato it’s literally winter I don’t need a swimsuit” “who said it was for swimming?😏”

Mf Fr just bought you some lingerie

HE AINT SLICK

y’all are just fuck buddies atp

He confessed while y’all were making out while you had lingerie on that matched his color scheme

He Fr was weak in his knees when he saw you

Here’s how it went

“God your ethereal” he said as he kissed you “all for me~” you whimpered at his praises. It was dark outside and there were candles around the house so he must’ve known that you were coming literally. (lmaoo) “archons I love you so much” he moaned in my mouth “r-really!?!” I squeaked “of course berry I’ve always have” you nuzzled into his neck as he carried you into the bedroom and he plopped you on the bed.

Arataki Itto

Writing him as a not rich but has money man

Annoying asf but you tolerate him cause your used to it

Buys you little things cause he has bills to pay

You cheer him on when he’s in a fight beetle or fist fight

He loves you sm he can’t even put it into words

Kinda stupid

It’s giving himbo energy tbh

He didn’t even confess he just kissed you after winning a beetle fight

Went sum like this

“You can do it Itto!” You yelled and not even a second after saying that itto’s beetle pushed the other off the the little rock. The Oni jumped with joy and then ran over to you and picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours and you happily kissed back. “How bout’ I treat you for dinner?”

Gorou!

The bestest boy

Give him head pats NEOW 

Clingy asf but it’s adorable

Tail wags every time he sees you

“Aww your tail is wagging!” “WHAT NO ITS NOT BYE”

Likes to sit next to you in literally any occasion

Even if it’s on the damn floor he will plop down right beside you

Commander your supposed to be giving us a speech”

Kokomi confessed for him

He literally couldn’t do it poor bby would just get flustered every time

“Excuse me miss my friend over there likes you” *points to gorou* and he’s just starting in like a creepy way as his tail wags “Unt unt what’s wrong with him?” LMAOO

“Ms.Y/n could you turn your attention towards me please?” “Ah yes what can I do for you my lady?” “I just wanted you to know that gorou likes you~” “Ah I suspected something thank you for telling me” “my pleasure now if you excuse me I have some business to attend to”. I looked around in search of the commander but I couldn’t see him anywhere so I walked towards his quarters and found him sitting on a stool with his cute tail wagging rapidly. “Gorou” I said as he flinched “o-oh i- hi y/n I guess kokomi told you h-huh” “yea she did” I smiled “it’s okey if you don’t like me back I just wanted to got it off my-“. You kissed him ”chest” he breathed looking at you oh so lovingly “I like you too gorou”

Xiao

AWOOGA

I’m sorry he’s so fine I can’t 🧎🏽‍♀️

I’m on ALL FOURS FOR HIM

He didn’t really notice your presence at first

But when he saw you he instantly remembered you from the archon war

You were trying to escape a rock the geo archon hurdled at you lucky he missed you by an inch and you made it out alive

Now you were undercover disguise as a mere mortal

You kept your distance from him afraid that he might decide to finish you off once and for all 

He wanted to speak with you but every time he came near you would scurry off to hide in your little cottage 

Now you would just stay in there and get your sibling to go get you food or groceries so you can stay inside and avoid xiao

He bumped into you at the lantern rite and confessed there

“Cmon n/n I want you to go to the lantern rite with me” “but I don’t want to!” “I don’t care what you want now put on something presentable and let’s go.” “Fine. But you better get me some food” and now your here sitting on top of a cliff with your sister eating expensive food. Your sister excuses herself because she had to go to the bathroom. Then you see a green flash of light and now the adeptus xiao is standing right in front of you. You squeak as he turns towards you “please don’t run away I-i’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you”

DAM I HAVE TO DO KAZUHA’S AND ALBEDO’S SEPARATELY

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[ghostflowerdreams]

The Lost Boys are a bunch of hoarders. I can see each of them having a massive collection of things from over the years and from their victims.

If they see something they like, they will take it. For example, if their latest victim has a nice leather jacket that looks like it'll fit them, well, it's theirs now because it never hurts to have a spare -- or twenty more. It's the same thing with jewelry and any cash in wallets.

That's not to say they'll keep everything. What they don't want will most likely be pawned off. Some things they like and actively collect, while other things they will get because of necessity, like candles. Vampires have better eyesight in the night than normal humans, but that doesn't mean they can see in total darkness. This is most likely why they had all those candles lit in the cave.

The cash taken from their victims isn't only used for food, but towards candles, batteries, gasoline, and other things that aren't easily found on their victims or on the boardwalk.

Most of the time they steal shit. They don't even need to use their hypnosis-compel ability or illusions to get want they want. Though I can definitely see them doing things the old fashion way just for the fun of the challenge it brings. Other times they avoid stealing if it'll be something that draws too much attention after a while. After all, the more often something goes missing, the easier it is for unwanted eyes (like vampire hunters) to catch on and make the connection.

Would they even need to worry about being caught on camera or video? One of the points in the film was that vampires don't have reflection in mirrors. We saw this with Michael's reflection being transparent because he was only half-turned, but what if that wasn't the norm anymore (as it could've just been an old mirror)?

Vampires traditionally couldn't be captured in mirrors because they were made with silver, and thus old timey cameras which used silver nitrate plates also couldn't capture the vampire's image. However, modern mirrors are made with aluminum and advances in technology has made it so film/(digital) cameras can do a lot, even capture vampires just fine, well, that's the theory anyway.

I suppose it'll be up to the fans and writers to decide if the boys can be capture or not. Will they be invisible no matter what? Or did that vampirism aspect only apply in the past (because silver was used and is typically a weakness for most monsters), but they can now be caught on cameras? If so, will they look like normal people? Will their eyes give off a weird reflective glare like most animals do in photographs? Or will their imagine be super blurry no matter what anyone does to try to "enhance" it, while everything else in the photo (or video) stays super clear and normal?

I digress. The point is that I can totally see them having piles of stuff scatter around their hotel-cave.

Each one will have a pile of clothes. I wouldn't be surprise if some of it is out of style too. They either forgot about it or still keep it around to help feed the fire because why else do they have those drum barrels around?

They also got a lot of books, vinyl records and cassette tapes. I imagine on slower days or late at night when everything is closed they find ways to entertain themselves, be it by reading, listening to music or the radio. If not, they probably have a collection of various games too like darts, playing cards, monopoly, charades, chess, etc.

As for what does each one personally collect?

Hmm, I guess Marko with the state of his jacket he probably collects patches and pins. Maybe even owns a few sewing thread sets with other art and craft supplies.

In the cave there were some seashell mobile or wind chimes hanging around. I think Dwayne is the one to make it (or one of the boys got it from the souvenir shop, knowing it'd be something he'd like). He might like collecting seashells. I can also see him collecting some books, animal bones, antique keys, sea glass, ammonites, pretty or interesting looking rocks, etc.

Paul is probably the one to expand the collection of music and games. Batteries too, though I wouldn't be surprise if all the boys add onto it and make sure their stockpile of batteries never runs too low. Maybe movies and concert ticket stubs? I don't see him paying for it, though, so he probably snatches them from others. He might even collect or make his own guitar picks too.

As for David...I don't actually know. Probably books, oh, maybe cool looking zippo lighters? He does smoke, so that would make sense. Oh, what if he has a collection of pocket and folding knives? It certainly wouldn't be hard to come by. I imagine there's been plenty of times of people thinking they can take him on with just a knife (this of course is before he reveals he's a vampire). He would probably find it amusing and be like 'oh, how nice' if it's something he doesn't have already. He'll be picky about it, though. No shitty quality knives unless it's aesthetically pleasing.

Other possibilities are watches, badges, matchbooks, dice, shot glasses or keychains from states/countries they've been to (though this might be more of a Marko and Paul thing) and coins.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys (1987) #tlb 1987 #thoughts #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #writing the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys headcanon

[brahkest-fr]

do you have any tips on making fandragons? yours are really good in a way i cant quite quantify

oh why thank you! I love my dumb fandergs so much kldjkldd

I'm not sure if I have tips per se, but I can explain how my thought process works when I do make fandergs so maybe that can be helpful 👀

when it comes to making them, the way I do it is first deciding what breed to make em. I consider what details I want to bring out of the fandom character so for example, I made my Johnny Bravo dragon a pearlcatcher cuz I wanted the dragon to have hair but not so much like a tundra. I also had an outfit in mind (to match Johnny's t shirt and jeans) so that ruled out ancients since you can't dress em and I didn't feel like making a skin lol.

and behold: a man™. when I drew him, I thought it'd be funny to actually match the style of the show so he's all angular and disproportionate. I only included features that I wanted from the pearlcatcher like the horn, ears, and tail and tbh he looks like a rhino lol but I decided stuff like the hair tufts on the face and limbs was too much for my taste.

same thing went for my Samurai Jack dragon. however, this guy's actual dragon sprite is a lot more complex just cuz I felt like making him fancy and giving him armor.

but when I drew him, he's just very much like Jack in the show, including the style. and I'm not saying fandergs have to match the style of whatever, I just think it's a fun nod. you can also notice here I didn't draw the smoke gene on him. that's just a personal decision I wanted to keep only on the sprite, in reference to Japanese ink paintings.

my design philosophy in general is "how would x person look like if they were a dragon." but if it's like an animal/creature fanderg (like for example my bazelgeuse derg from monster hunter) then I just kinda combine both elements together.

so for Tasha here, laced and edged look like chonky scales which for me was close enough to the egg-like scales of bazel and I got a skin for the fire theming. no clothes cuz I didn't wanna cover up the skin so sometimes I don't even dress em up if I prefer seeing their bodies.

when I drew her, you can see the combined bits of both the monster and wildclaw - bazel's wings, the chonk claws, egg scales, facial features - wc tail feathers, the multigaze, feather hair. there's a lot of "use your imagination" in my designs so like, I don't usually take things at immediate face value. so some people might see laced/edged as just flat scales or maybe even feathers but my brain went oh those are fat fuck egg bombs kjldfkldkl.

sometimes my fandergs are just inspired from colors like Baja who's a taco bell fan dragon lol. I saw this hat and was like yeah I can do something with that. another example of a derg I didn't really dress cuz I wanna see the baja blast™ capsule. Baja would prolly be one of the more thematically standard flight rising dergs of my fandom ones cuz she's just a spiral without anything fancy pancy going on like the previous ones.

and sometimes it's just fun to make things kinda funky. for my Jacket fanderg, I was like, what if the chicken mask was literally a part of him and badabing it worked out really well with scales. his other colors are like red and white cuz I wanted a sort of basic bitch rooster color scheme. most of the fandom bits come from the skin I made him so he's a bit more involved on the artsy side of things. the art of him afterwards became a literal interpretation of the sprite.

I have a lot more fandergs of course but that's more or less my thought process on designing them! I don't usually have any sort of standard for designs, it really ends up being how much I feel like putting in and how much do I directly want to interpret from a fandom source. sometimes it's very literal and other times it's like a lil nod or so. tbh, you can really make a fanderg out of anything since what you wanna see is entirely up to you. I personally think it's pretty fun to see how close I can get with just what the site has to offer.

I have two more fandergs I'm actually working on rn and am very excited to share when I get to it hohohehe

#I'm so deep in fandom stuff rn it's insane #no one look at me I'm having a moment #fandergs #blood #multigaze #multiple eyes

[shimmeringweeds]

(Written between s2 episodes 9 and 10)

"The foundation of the game is mutual trust, fairness, and equality."

Part 3 of my "this game and its rules" theory: Part 1. Part 2.

This theory will be much less put together, as I feel I am not seeing the whole picture here, but maybe another set of eyes can spot what I've missed. I want to put this out there before episode 10 destroys everything.

Li Tianchen is a complicated character. He is a someone we inherently cannot trust. I'm sure I'm not the only one who found it comedic how quickly Li Tianchen took total control over the interrogation (CXS never stood a chance, the Coca-Cola tactic was brilliant.)

Why come in disguise as his sister? To gain sympathies, I suppose.

So then, did Li Tianchen know about the photograph?

Let's break the scene down:

-Li Tianchen introduces himself as LiTianxi. Cheng Xiaoshi is visibly taken aback. 1pt to LTC.

-Li Tianchen gives Cheng Xiaoshi a choice. Turn over all listening devices. Cheng Xiaoshi lies = feeling of unease. "The foundation of cooperation is mutual trust" says LTC. Minus 1pt to CXS. He's already in the negatives.

-Interrogation begins. Cheng Xiaoshi asks, "Why did you come and what do you know?" -

-Li Tianchen repeats, "The foundation of the game is mutual trust, fairness and equality. Did you forget this so soon?"

A connection is made in Cheng Xiaoshi's mind, this is Red Eyes! He then says:

"Why did you turn out like this?"

The conversation went directly from "The foundation of the game..." to "Why did you turn out like this." YEAH. That's one way to be suspicious CXS! -1pt

Cheng Xiaoshi knows about LTX's past and recognized her name. Li Tianchen doesn't know that Cheng Xiaoshi knows this. He is guessing based on Cheng Xiaoshi's reactions. (CXS wears his heart on his sleeve and I love him for it.)

Li Tianchen calls him on it, "How did you know?" The ball is back in LTC's court. + 1pt.

Cheng Xiaoshi tries to take the ball back. But the revelation that this is red eyes is too much. He cannot lie. So he speaks the truth and the ball stays firmly in LTC's court for the rest of the match.

The following Coca-Cola chugging relaxes the mood (+1pt LTC) and the sympathy building begins.

This plan of Li Tianchen's really hinges on building sympathy. He can't just grab CXS and go. He has to make him go "willingly" in order to not draw attention. This game is of mutual trust.

Li Tianchen needs (or at least wants) Cheng Xiaoshi to trust him.

Cheng Xiaoshi reaches out in a moment of sympathy... and gets possessed. Match won.

There is no evidence that Li Tianchen knew about the photograph before Cheng Xiaoshi willingly confirms it. But if Cheng Xiaoshi hasn't seen the photograph, then isn't this plan way more risky? Did LiTianchen really take that risk?

I know a lot of people are thinking that Li Tianxi is the one who delivers the photograph. That's very difficult to refute. But I cannot think of a reality where Li Tianchen doesn't know that the photograph was given. That was played.

Food for thought: the twin that delivered the photograph, and the twin that took the phone. (please note: the yellow on the jacket in relation to color of the hoodie. Thin as ice, this one. But I can't stop thinking on it.) EDIT: lmao I went a took color samples in procreate. Both hoodies are purple/red. Color theory can you believe.

I really, really believe that Li Tianchen is crying out for help as much as Li Tianxi is seems to be. Everything he does is to protect his sister. He's a hunter yes, but--

"Some (predators) are born as bloodthirsty beasts. But some are special and learn to evolve. They evolve, and they grow. Until one day in this jungle of men, they become...a hunter. So which one of those do you want to be in the future?"

vs. the English dub which chooses to take things a little farther....

"Someone to kill and eat everything. Not everyone stays the same as they were born. Some people will evolve, become something new. They're the ones who hunt predators. They learn to fight and protect. What kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?"

Li Tianchen is a hunter, a provider, a protector.

So who is Li Tianxi?

#I have so many little noncoherent thoughts that don't deserve a whole post #Like the gossipy neighbor “recognizing” QJ? #or LM abducting Emma for “his money” - the same money found in CB's home? #or “CXS” apologizing for the tracking device vs. “LL” and “CB” apologizing before death #im screaming #link click #时光代理人 #shiguang dailiren #link click spoilers #my lc theories

[travlersjoy444]

Malleable Metals art dump lol

There's like six drawings

Idea for Y/N's Coven Ball outfit

2. Thursday the palisman

3. Sparrow (My version. Probably not what your version would look like unless you look like me.)

4. Hunter + a base for your Y/N if you're in the mood to draw

5. Hunter + me using the base as an example (ft. me when I was a girl lol)

6. Nico Byrne Bryony (Again, just my version.) (ft. Adam's old jacket apparently? Dunno how that'd work in the timeline of the story, but don't think too hard about it lol)

M'kay, you've made it through! Congrats. Now you know just a little bit more about the story you've so loyally followed.

(Or not. I dunno. Maybe you're just finding this in the TOH art tag and decided to keep reading. Maybe the universe is a hologram. Maybe this is being typed by a realistic AI poised to take down humanity. Maybe I shouldn't have had a cup of coffee this late in the night.)

(Fuckin' hell I use 'lol' a lot. I...I should learn to interact better.)

(Oh wait no I forgot, we sentient AI don't need no social cues. Rad.)

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#Malleable Metals #toh x reader #toh x reader art #hunter toh #the owl house hunter x reader #toh oc #toh fanart

[ithaquasbbg]

Hi! Can I get an idv romantic match up please? I don't care if it's a survivor or hunter but I lean more for male ones.

In personality I am normally very cheerful when I am with people I feel comfortable with but I can be a little too harsh and serious when i'm not in the mood

My hobbies and likings are drawing (specially characters I find pretty), listening to music and reading, I also like musicals a lot and I love reptiles and bugs

My fashion sense is very variable, I can be the most colorful and vibrant person in town one day and the next look like i'm a vampire

I don't know what more to add so that's it, take your time! Stay safe ☆

I dress the same way! One day I dress like somebody’s grandma, then the next day I low key dress like a hoe lol

Matchup 07

I match you with this guy (best name)

Luchino - Professor/ evil reptilian

Why is he so goddamn fine??

☆○o。He seems to also he a generally positive- cheerful type of person, so I feel he’d go quite well with you for that reason

☆○o。He seems like the type to be quite good at reading people, so on days when you’re really not feeling like taking, he’d be able to figure that out quite quickly and leave you alone.

☆○o。I don’t think he’d take you being harsh or serious too badly. He’s probably used to it, especially with his profession!

☆○o。He’s probably not a very good artist, and would try to recreate your drawings himself.. they’d look horrible. He’s a scientist, not an artist. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

☆○o。He’s probably indifferent to most forms of music, so he could probably deal with it if you wanted to play some

☆○o。He loves reading!! One of his favorite things to do would be holding you tight while cuddled up in bed and reading with you.

☆○o。He also loves reptiles! But… not so much bugs. He might be a little weirded out by bugs.. or try to feed them to his experiments

☆○o。He’d be amused by your fashion sense and how quickly it changes. Though he’ll compliment you on how you look in all sorts of things (with a smug smile on his face)

☆○o。In the one Twitter reply that mentioned how low cut his shirt was.. he seemed a little flustered, so maybe return the compliment every once in a while

My favorite babygurl

Alva Lorenz - Hermit

☆○o。He’s a more serious person and would be quite different from you in terms of personality, though you’d probably end up affecting him ever so slightly, catching a smile on his face from time to time

☆○o。Alva would be quick to notice your attitude changes when you’re having a bad day, and would ask about it gently.

☆○o。Don’t worry about hurting him too much if you’re too harsh, he’s probably quite used to it!

☆○o。He’s probably also good at sketching, and would like to doodle with you from time to time.

☆○o。If you look through the sketchbook he keeps his invention ideas in, you may be able to find a drawing or two of you, along with little notes about how much he adores you

☆○o。He may not work well with music, but he does tend to be the “suffer in silence” type, so he’d probably not say anything

☆○o。He may not like your insects.. or reptiles.. but he’d try to respect it. Though, you may find him grimacing at the image of a bug from time to time.

☆○o。Alva would notice how your fashion changes a lot, and he’d find it quite intriguing, asking why you change so much.

☆○o。Not to say he minds it, he doesn’t! Alva is probably more interested in it than anything, especially when it comes to how you can pull so many styles off so well.

☆○o。He probably wonders if you could pull off a jacket or two of his, should he give you one :))

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv luchino #idv professor #luchino idv #professor idv #idv alva #idv hermit #Alva idv #hermit idv #idv

[apieters]

“Pirates” vs. Pirates

So I’m currently reading The Republic of Pirates by Colin Woodard and it’s a fascinating history about the very small world of the Golden Age of Piracy. Apparently, all the famous pirates of the age—Samuel “Black Sam” Bellamy, Charles Vane, Henry Jennings, Benjamin Hornigold, and Edward “Blackbeard” Teach/Thatch—all knew each other. Their real-life stories are fascinating, truly worthy of a series all their own (Yes, I know Black Sails exists. No, its portrayals of these real historical figures according to its wiki are not historically accurate in the slightest—you don’t need to change anything to make their stories interesting).

We all “know,” cognitively, that real piracy is very different from the movies, but I started thinking of how exactly it was different, and trying to identify what my childhood fantasies of “piracy” actually were. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I never actually wanted to be a pirate—I wanted to be Jim Hawkins from Treasure Island.

I’ll explain (because that’s what we do on Tumblr).

Real piracy, from Woodard’s description, was basically getting mugged on a boat. The pirates would show up, maybe fire a cannon or two, but usually not even that—they’d sail up to you or find you gathering fresh water and fruit on a tropical beach, be bristling with weapons, point them at you and say, “Empty your pockets ships holds.” And the poor merchant vessels (disproportionately Spanish for historical geopolitical reasons) being targeted usually did what you’re supposed to do in a mugging—give up their wallet cargo and get away with their lives, and like most muggers the pirates were more than willing to let those people go, taking the money and running.

And whatever I had in mind when I thought of pirates, I wasn’t thinking about the nautical equivalent of a guy in a black leather jacket and beanie hiding in an alley and then drawing a knife saying, “Give me your wallet!” (Yes, that’s my image of a mugger—thankfully, I’ve never been mugged).

The most pirate-y pirate I’ve seen on-screen is Captain Jack Sparrow of Pirates of the Caribbean fame—he is actually portrayed doing sketchy things like picking pockets and stealing boats, and lying to/manipulating people for his own personal gain. But here’s the thing—he never mugs anyone. In fact, he only steals from an “innocent” person’s pocket once, when he steals the bribable dockmaster’s purse off his desk in the first movie. What Jack Sparrow actually does—what all the pirates spend most of their screen time doing in the PotC franchise—is hunting for Maguffins magic treasures. They’re not pirates—they’re treasure hunters. And according to the PotC wiki, this is true in the prequel books, too—all the stories are about treasure hunting, not mugging merchant vessels. Jack Sparrow was never a real pirate—he was and is an edgier, funnier Jim Hawkins, the 12-year-old main character of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island.

We shouldn’t be too surprised—Treasure Island is the Trope Codifier for pirate stories, and it’s all about, well, looking for treasure on a tropical island. No merchant vessels were harmed in the making of that story. In fact, there is only one ship—the Hispaniola—that appears in the story at all. So of course the big “pirate” movie franchise is going to portray “pirates” doing what “pirates” do in stories—looking for treasure.

Yeah, it’s sanitized and romaticized, but comparing the fiction to Woodard’s more historical book, an early-18th century treasure-hunting story really does have all the benefits of real piracy without the drawbacks: real piracy really was lucrative, and if a pirate wanted to quit while they were ahead and make some wise spending choices they could go from being a literal beggar to being upper middle-class literally overnight. Treasure-hunting gets you, as a character, the same rags-to-riches prize to drives the story, but without the inconvenience of, you know, shoving a flintlock pistol in anyone’s face (sometimes you have to for self-defense, but never to get the treasure itself). Plus, in a treasure-hunting story you get to be on a boat, wear cool/funny cloths, say “Arrrgh!” And hang out in the Bahamas, without the messiness of scurvy, weevil-infested ship’s biscuits, hurricanes, and the threat of getting arrested by the local governor and executed (unless the author decides to make any of those things a plot point. Authors are just mean like that). Also, the original owners of the treasure are never looking for it, unlike the historical European powers who considered the loss of a treasure galleon a Really Big Deal. And if you ever get into a fight, it’s always because someone else who wants the treasure too is saying “I’ll fight you for it”—in a certain twisted way, the violence in “pirate” stories is more like a sporting event than anything else, a competition between teams for a common prize. Even the “bad guys” of “pirate” stories aren’t thieves.

So do I fancy being a mugger and intimidating people to give up their wealth, even if I don’t actually kill anyone (many real pirates were surprisingly merciful to their victims)? Not really. I realize that as a kid (and, let’s be honest, we still dream of this every so often as an adult) I really just wanted to go on a pleasure cruise in the Bahamas in funny clothes, dig in the sand, and find a whole bunch of gold, silver, and jewels in a wooden chest. That’s the premise of Treasure Island and Pirates of the Caribbean. I don’t like imagining myself as Blackbeard or Sam Bellamy. I want to just be Jim Hawkins.

Thanks for reading—here’s a picture of my character Chris Carnovo, who started off both in-universe and in my imagination as a “pirate.”

#Pirate #pirates #piracy #golden age of piracy #the republic of pirates #Colin woodard #Pirate story #treasure island #jim hawkins #pirates of the carribean #captain jack sparrow #gotta have the Captain in there #Literary analysis #historical accuracy

[cityandking]

glance, stillness, informal, texture, + hair for minah, narayani & bran!

tyyyy // oc asks: character design edition

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

MINAH — minah puts a lot of effort into looking the perfect degree of bland-and-normal that makes people overlook her. if anything about her is distinguishing, it's probably that she's got a scar over one eye, but she wears her bangs long to hide it so—distinguishing, maybe, but not stand-out NARAYANI — it's the easy answer but it's still true: her vallaslin (she's got dirthamen's in a sort of deep red-brown). she also has a scar through her right eyebrow and another along her left jawline. BRAN — it's gotta be the hair. the blue eyes are pretty distinctive too, but at a glance it's absolutely the hair

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

MINAH — minah gets a little fidgety, but usually in discreet ways. she's almost always got a line of a song threading through her head and usually her fidgeting is tapping out those rhythms, or sometimes doing violin fingerings against her palm. she's pretty used to waiting around for periods of time—waiting for a stage cue, waiting for a job, waiting for a guard patrol to pass—and she's good at not drawing undue attention. she dresses mostly for comfort and to be able to move easily, so her clothing doesn't much affect her, though sometimes she'll fiddle with whatever's in her pocket. lots of doing coin tricks where no one sees NARAYANI — narayani's got a bit of the hunter's coiled waiting to her. she's not a big fidgeter, but she'll shift her weight regularly and tense/un-tense her muscles so nothing falls asleep while she's loitering. her armor is pretty light so it doesn't cause any real issues posture-wise BRAN — she's definitely a fidgeter; she has a bunch of energy to burn. if she had an idle animation it would be taking her hat off, pushing her hair back, and putting the hat back on, but she's also prone to futzing with the hilt of her rapier or the butt of the gun or her jewelry. her heels have a bit of a heel that affects her posture and sometimes she has to compensate for how the wind tugs at her hat or coat, but there's nothing specific about how her clothes affect how she holds herself

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

MINAH — out of her warden blues, minah wears a light shirt, a short-cropped jacket and a wrap skirt or a pair of leggings—pretty much exactly what she'd wear with the orchestra. she maybe? replaces her old leather jacket with the quilted warden half jacket after joining up? I'm still trying to decide how her orchestra fit transforms into her warden fit and unfortunately I don't draw well enough to do a full set of concept options. mostly she dresses in what's familiar and comfortable and allows her the most range of motion. NARAYANI — definitely wears something cut in the same fashion her clan wore, which I am still figuring out. I think it's probably a simple shift with some kind of belt situation and a? shawl? I feel that there's a lot of (lightweight) fabric with a couple belts/sashes to shape it but I'm still hashing out specifics BRAN — pants, shirt (very unbuttoned), hair worn loose or tied up in a tail. no coat, no hat, probably no boots. it's her Hanging Around The Ship look

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

MINAH — she doesn't really have any preference. she likes cotton and linen and fabrics that breathe. she also has a certain appreciation for silk and satin and velvet and other fine fabrics—there's a certain pleasure in wearing really nice stuff, even if it's only for a show (or stolen from a lordling's closet) NARAYANI — wears a lot of natural fibers? and a fair bit of fur and leather probably. she doesn't like anything too stiff/starched and metal armor is also a little heavy/uncomfy, but she appreciates not getting stabbed so she'll figure out how to deal with a set of greaves or a breastplate if she has to. BRAN — isn't picky. she likes breathable, light fabrics for the heat and dense, waterproof fabrics for the cold and the damp, but overall she's more interested in how much wear something can take than how it feels. she left the silks and the softness behind a long time ago.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

MINAH — keeps it cut short about jaw length with bangs, and she dyes it regularly. there's not real meaning, she just prefers it that way. short means easy to deal with and she prefers darker shades to her natural blonde (I think maybe next time skip she might grow it out and start wearing a french braid. feels like a vibe for her) NARAYANI — wears her hair long (about mid-back) and in a perpetually-fraying braid. it's naturally a bit curly/unruly so it doesn't always braid so well, but better that than having it flap around in her face. BRAN — wears her hair long and loose and absolutely wild. she trims it short at some point (about shoulder-length) but lets it grow out again. is it a nightmare? sure, but she likes it!

#thanks babe #minah #narayani #branwen #memery

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Huntlow Christmas Snippets

So the original plan was to have this human realm series finished and posted in time for Christmas, but then a whole bunch of stressful life stuff got in the way, so for now, please enjoy this little Christmas themed huntlow snippet! Happy Christmas, Huntlow Fam! 💛💚

Sneak Peek from Being Human | Chapter Eight: Winter's Waltz

The living room is a war zone of ribbons and wrapping paper as everyone tears into their presents, getting distracted halfway through when Camila puts on her favorite Christmas music and Luz endeavors to turn the evening into Grom Part 2, sweeping into a low bow and asking a giggling, blushing Amity to dance. Hunter is so swept up in the mayhem of watching the two of them laugh and spin one another in the glimmer of the Christmas lights, he almost doesn't register the Willow-shaped silhouette hovering next to him, offering him her hand.  "May I have this dance?" she asks, fairy lights glinting off the lenses of her glasses, igniting them in a golden glow. "Oh, uh— yeah. Yes. Absolutely," he stutters, barely a moment to stagger to his feet before he's swept away in Willow's arms.  Hunter has never danced in his entire life, but Willow is a marvelous lead, the comforting weight of her hand pressed between his shoulder blades, soft plush fingers curling over the palm of his hand, heat hotter than the flames in the fireplace as she draws him closer and instructs him to place his other hand on the small of her waist. Just when he thinks he's finally got the moves down, Willow surprises him by twirling him around in a circle and then dipping him backward on the catch, safe in her strong, gentle hands as his whole world spins upside down in a blur of green and gold.  And then she's pulling him back up toward her, lips parted in a wide smile, breathless laughter rushing out of the both of them as their chests heave from the exertion, and all Hunter can think as he gazes into her bright green eyes are three simple words. Oh. Wow. Dancing. Well. Maybe those aren't the only three words he's thinking.

It's nearing midnight by the time everyone heads off to bed, shuffling off to their respective rooms with barely stifled yawns and sleepy smiles, leaving Hunter and Willow alone in the living room, sitting side by side, curled up by the fire.  Evidently they'd both had the same idea, not wanting to give the gifts they'd gotten each other in front of everyone else. Without a word, the two of them reach behind opposite sides of the tree and withdraw two packages — one wrapped up pristinely in red and gold striped paper, the other a mess of ripped green wrapping paper and far too much tape. Ever since their lessons, Hunter has developed a love for sewing, but Willow had no idea he'd gotten this good. When Willow unwraps her gift, a neatly-folded letterman jacket with the words captain stitched across the back in bold white lettering spills out onto her lap, handmade from the coziest green and gold fabric she's ever felt beneath her fingers.  Little swatches of embroidery line the lapels and the arms of the jacket — wildflowers, bumblebees, cardinals, hearts, and stars — and in the very center right over the heart, a miniature rendering of a flyer derby field complete with goals posts and green and purple flags. Willow spreads her hands over it, amazed by all the carefully crafted details. This must have taken him weeks to complete. "This is amazing, Hunter. Thank you so much, I love—" she says, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and marveling at how perfectly it fits her, gazing up at him with a radiant smile on her face, only to find him staring back at her, looking awestruck. Clutched in his hands are two different gifts she couldn't decide between — one, a hand-knitted sweater made from that same cozy yellow yarn he'd fallen in love with the first time they'd gone to the craft store together, complete with a little breast pocket for Flapjack to nap in — and two, a brand new pair of handsome leather gloves, similar enough to his old pair to provide that same level of comfort and safety to a set of scarred, sensitive hands, but different enough so that he no longer has to be reminded of Belos, of being the golden guard every time he looks down at his own hands. "I hope you like them," she says in a small voice, suddenly feeling nervous. "The cardinals along the sides there are hand-stitched. I tried to make them look as much like Flapjack as I could, but—" "They're perfect. You're perfect," he says, rushing forward to wrap her up in a hug, tucking his chin against the curve of her shoulder and breathing her in in a series of slow, steady breaths. "Merry Christmas, Hunter," she says, voice muffled as she melts into the hug, face buried in the cozy fabric of his sweater. "Merry Christmas, Willow," he says, voice almost too soft to catch over the steady crackling of the fireplace.

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Diamonds and Rust [1/5: Treasure Hunting] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 2100 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, Slow Build/Slow burn, pet names instead of Y/N, unironic use of the word "milady" Summary: Working in a thrift shop makes for some long, boring days, especially in the summer when you can't even fill the time with studying. Luckily your favorite metalhead regular stops in often to help pass the time. Also posted on AO3

Working in a thrift store at the edge of town usually meant long, boring days. You’d get the occasional antique hunter, a few moms shopping for their families on the weekends, a handful of regulars, and every so often some bored teens would stroll through but for the most part it was quiet. You liked it that way. All the more time to get some studying done all while getting paid, right? At least that excuse worked during the school year. Now, mid-July of the summer after your senior year, the days passed like molasses through an hourglass. Shadows stretch along the walls as the sun moves across the sky and not a soul passes through the door. 

You spend your shifts processing donations, sorting clothing into piles such as Menswear or Children’s or Dear God Why Would You Donate This There Is Literal Shit On It , and testing electronics and toys for functionality. It’s a little dull sorting diamonds from rust, but it’s a living.

Like clockwork around 2 PM, the bell above the door signals the entry of your favorite regular. He’s missing his signature leather jacket and battle vest combo, and his mop of hair is tied into a knot at the base of his neck, but he still has that signature Eddie Munson smile plastered on his face. He beelines for the counter you’re sitting behind and taps out an enthusiastic beat on the glass top, the silver of his chunky rings clicking against it louder than he anticipated. 

“Anything new for me today, Sweetheart?” He asks, drawing out the pet name a little too slowly. 

Reaching under the counter for the milk crate you and your coworkers stashed the particularly good donations, you shrug. “Not much more than yesterday, Munson. Most people don’t drop off donations in the middle of the week.” 

As you set the crate on the counter, his eyes shine with excitement. He’s practically bouncing on his toes, watching as you dig in the bin for the box you’d stashed there earlier today. 

“Maybe not,” he muses, “but I know you don’t always go through everything as soon as you get it… and you wouldn’t have reached for your little treasure chest down there if you didn’t have to so, again I say,” he actually does bounce this time, his hands coming to a teepee in front of his wicked grin, “what’cha got?” 

You can’t bluff any longer, and roll your eyes when you toss the velvet jewelry box onto the counter. “Dunno if it’s your size,” you say, “but it’s got your name written all over it.” 

Eddie opens the box quicker than you thought humanly possible, and the noise he makes can only be described as a roar of excitement, followed by a hearty laugh. He pulls the thick silver ring from its place in the box and inspects it. A heavy skull sits on the top, much like the one he already wears daily, but this one has a set of dark, tarnished metal horns curling from its forehead and small red stones set in the eye sockets. He immediately slips it onto all of his fingers to test the fit. It doesn’t look hopeful until he switches hands, slipping it onto the second finger where his other skull ring sits. 

Chuckling, he switches them, tossing the old ring up in the air and catching it before stuffing it in his back pocket. “Would ya look at that? Guess there’s only room for one,” he chuckles, flexing his fingers and admiring the new piece. “How much?” 

“As you can guess, we probably wouldn’t make much on that from anyone but you,” you tease, looking over all the other jewelry prices in the case before you. You throw out a random number, “Two-fifty?” 

“Oh,” the man before you feigns offense. His hand flies to his chest, pressing softly against the Hellfire logo, and he throws his head back. “You wound me, sweetheart. You really think that little of my style that something I love is worth a mere two dollars and fifty cents ?”

Laughing, you raise an eyebrow, your hands resting mockingly on your hips. “You wanna pay more for it?” 

“No, no,” he holds out a hand, stopping the bit before it can go any further, and rummages in his wallet for a few crumpled dollar bills. “But keep the change,” he says as he hands them over, “I don’t like…jingling.” 

Your eyes narrow at him while you pluck two quarters out of the register and deposit them into the penny pool next to it. 

“I dunno,” you murmur, “you seem to me like exactly the kind of person who wouldn’t mind jingling, what with all the chains and buttons you wear.”

“Touche, my dear, touche.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives an exaggerated shrug. Turning on his heel toward the door, he calls over his shoulder, “guess I just don’t like change. Pocket or otherwise!” 

When Eddie is around, you fear you’ll never stop rolling your eyes. Which you do, affectionately, and bid him adieu until tomorrow, when he’ll inevitably show up once again asking if anything new has come in.   

You'll definitely look. You always do. It’s a habit now, to keep an eye out for things that your regulars may like while you sort and process donations. Charles, the old man who looks for cat trinkets for his wife, always stops in on Saturday mornings while she’s at her hair appointment. You set things he may like aside so that you can show him and save him the time of browsing. Anything remotely trendy or something that may seem like a cool find, you tend to hide amongst the racks to make it more of a challenge for the teens that come in and love the hunt of it all. Likewise, the items that scream Eddie Munson at you, you can’t help but stash away with your own findings, because he can spend all day browsing the racks – and he will – but seeing his face light up when you produce your wares from under the counter is one of the highlights of your day. 

You weren’t sure how to feel when the town outcast seemed to pick your shop as his new hangout. To give yourself credit, you never really were one to buy into all the rumors spread around high school, especially in Hawkins. If you did, you wouldn’t trust anyone. No, you didn’t think he could be nearly as bad as everyone made him out to be, but his personality and style still didn’t paint him in an overly-inviting light, and you didn’t want anyone stirring up trouble in your (for the most part) peaceful place of work. At his first visit, you figured he just needed a thing or two and that he would be in and out. Then he hit you with that damn smile, and he kept coming back . Soon enough his “freak” persona melted away before your very eyes, and with every visit, over casual conversation and the occasional Icee he would bring you from the gas station across the street, you got to know the true Eddie Munson. Sure, he was still a metalhead with quite the eccentric fashion sense and devil-may-care attitude, but he was also an excitable and inviting nerd who loved a good opportunity to talk about his interests and even your own. 

So now you find yourself tucking tee shirts and patches and tapes into that milk crate and looking forward to the next time you see him. Really, you always looked forward to his next visit, but your little treasures were a better excuse for that excitement. 

The day after you presented him with his new favorite ring, the store received a donation that you’re more excited than ever to sort through.

The record store in town has had “CLOSING SOON! EVERYTHING MUST GO!” signs in its windows for months, and you had assumed they were just waiting to sell the last of their inventory before finally closing their doors, but according to the former owner the rent on the building had become too much to make keeping the doors open worth it. So, he brought the last of the inventory (about 9 crates full of records, and a few boxes of resale tour merch) to you, hoping that they might have better luck on your shelves. 

You can barely contain your glee and have to stop yourself from ripping into the boxes before he’s even left the store. By the time two o’clock rolls around you’ve managed to sift through about half the boxes, and have a short stack of records on the counter waiting to show off. 

“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s voice startles you from your concentration on the task at hand, you’ve been so engrossed in sorting through the items that you didn’t even hear the bell above the door. “What do we have here?” He gestures to the overflowing counter with both hands, excitement dancing in his eyes. 

“Christ, Eddie,” you scold, hand to your heart and a soft glare on your features. “You scared the pants off me.” 

Raising his eyebrows, he leans heavily on the counter, leaning in close to peek over the edge at your legs, “aw, man,” glancing back up to your exasperated face, he chuckles. “I was hoping you meant literally.” 

“Shut up, Munson.” You breathe. 

“Alright,” he reaches for the box closest to him and digs in, “but only ‘cause I’m itchin' to see what this is all about.” 

So you dive into the story, explaining everything the shop owner told you when he dropped it all off and you both sort through the records. Although, while you organize them alphabetically, Eddie is sorting them into two distinct piles: “Worth Listening To” and “Utter Trash.” You won’t tell him you saw, but he definitely slipped an extra ABBA album underneath Bat Out of Hell in the 'good' pile .

“Oh!” You exclaim after setting the last of the boxes behind the counter to get priced and shelved, “I almost forgot the best part!” 

“Oh yeah?” He probes, his dimples on full display when he gives you a cheeky grin, “What’s that?” He leans his elbows heavily on the counter, leaning into you with interest.

You grab the stack of hand picked items from under the counter and push it toward him, your expression full of pride. It’s not much, a couple of pins, a shirt, and three records, but they’re the ones that stood out to you most before Eddie showed up. 

“Take ‘em,” you say, barely above a whisper despite there being nobody else in the store, “they haven’t been logged yet so they technically haven’t been donated.” 

He holds the shirt, a Black Sabbath Tour ‘78 design, up to his chest and bites back a grin. “Now something tells me you shouldn’t be doin’ that.” Then, pulling the shirt away from himself, he holds it in front of you, making a show out of closing one eye and lining it up perfectly so that he can picture it on you. Your cheeks heat – whether it’s under his stare or at the comment you aren’t sure. He holds the shirt out to you and winks, “You should keep this one for yourself though. I’ve already got one like it and I’m sure you’ll rock it better than me, anyway.” 

You snatch it from his grasp and busy yourself with another box of donations to hide the fact that your blush is only getting deeper. 

“We aren’t technically supposed to hold shit for anyone after it’s been processed either, but you don’t seem to complain when I do that.” 

When you look back up, he’s holding his hands up in surrender, “hey, no complaints over here, I just wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with the law or anything. That’s kind of my schtick.” 

“Eh,” you shrug, “what the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and with a donation as massive as this, they won't be missed.” 

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he scoops the pins into his pocket and shuffles the three records between his hands. His gaze flicks between the titles (Judas Priest Stained Class , Rush 2112 , and Motörhead Overkill ) and your face, his smile widening as he does, “these are some good picks.” 

“I know , ” you press, “now get outta here so I can do my job.” 

He bows, actually bows, with his hands outstretched and turns toward the door. “Till next time, milady!”

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supernatural s12e16 ladies drink free (w. meredith glynn)

s12e16 / hannibal s2e9 shiizakana

okay so it's kind of generic dead boy and girl in snow but the fur on her jacket and the positions and the grunty growling presumably werewolf just made me think hey it's a way less gory version of the hannibal scene

MICK My report to the home office ran long. We've had our hands full since... (Dean and Mick look down at a blood stain on the floor) Well, best not to dwell on that. DEAN Wow. That is some world-class repression. You are British. MICK We prefer to call it a stiff upper lip.

you're one to talk there, dean

SAM Wait a second. You killed them all? Even the ones that weren't hurting anyone? MICK Sorry? SAM I mean, werewolves aren't like most monsters. Some can control it. I mean, we – we have a buddy got bit. Nothing but beef hearts ever since. MICK And you trust him? Well, killing is a fundamental need for werewolves. And monsters don't just stop being monsters. DEAN Well, Garth did.

was wondering when this would come up

poor sammy. but dean's too excited for free and fancy shit. thanks for throwing us a bone, meredith

so old mick here lied about the girl being bitten, actual crisis of conscience or setup for having to kill her later to prove his point or...

(yay it's claire/kathryn keeper of my favorite hair on the show)

CLAIRE So, your foreign exchange student is totally lame. DEAN Yeah. He's Sam's best friend. (Sam sighs deeply) They're like nerd soul mates.

you jealous, dean-o

why is the moon literally being erased by cg, forgot to make the cloud?

secret third option, return to the hospital to kill her quietly before she's even turned. but he's sorry! oh how convenient she turned right as he was about to kill her so he had to fend off her attack

CLAIRE Sam, no offense, but who do you think the kids are gonna wanna talk to? Me, or some old skeezer?

skeezer lol

DEAN Yeah? I used to think the same thing. Well, here's a little tip. Things aren't just black and white out here.

took a minute but he came around

should have seen her getting bitten coming but i 100% didn't

SAM Mick, you killed a kid. We're not angry. We're done!

he gonna stick to that?

there's something about the way she said "unless i break out" that really worked. and the music was appropriate and far enough behind the dialogue it wasn't obtrusive

MICK The subject died in agony. Sorry. CLAIRE Yeah. Maybe second time's a charm. DEAN Hey, no, no. You don't get a vote in this. CLAIRE It's my life. I get all the votes. DEAN Sam, you wanna back me up here? SAM It's her life.

of all people, sam's gonna back her up on this topic 24/7

dean really in full-on protective dad mode this episode. i must have learned this little werewolf lore tidbit in fic and didn't realize because i honestly thought we already knew this sire business, or made some inference from the vampires 🥴

kathryn newton is so good as claire

they remembered to put the moon in a spot that vaguely looked like it was obscured by clouds, good job team

very special episode where mick learns things aren't black and white, after all

CLAIRE Right. Eat me, Teen Wolf.

lol tell him, claire!

BARTENDER It's not like I want to do this. My pack, we were happy. We didn't hurt anyone. And then hunters with weapons that I've never seen before, they show up and... take out 20 of us, just like that.

ha ha so bmol is to blame for it all because they went after the veggie wolves, i snorted. hammering us over the head with their point again

and the very special episode where claire learns again she's loved by her family and not in fact better off alone

always laugh this show makes blood draws happen in any old place, just slam a needle in, bing bang boom done

wish they'd leave her hair what i assume is her natural texture (wavy), whenever it's overly Done like this it doesn't really vibe with what she's usually got going on. was gonna bitch if dean didn't get a hug goodbye from her :p

really glad they didn't kill her off. feel like if this was in the early seasons, she would have died for the manpain of it all

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10 - Another Vampire Hunter

Part 11

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Moaning in pain I blinked my eyes opened slowly looking around the room seeing I'm in a storage building. I try to move forward only getting pulled back to see metal chains tightly around my wrists and ankles where I stand on my feet. My hair falling in front of of my eyes hearing someone entering the room recognizing its the guy Conor who drugged me with something at the bar. "What are you going to do to me. I'm not a vampire...I'm human." I croaked out feeling my heart racing inside my chest when he pulled out a wooden stake from inside his jacket.

At this point I thought this town didn't have anymore hunters since Alaric was killed after Esther turned him into an original. Conor uses the tip of the stake to raise my chin so I was looking into his eyes. "Oh I know you're human doll. But there's something special about you. At least that's what I've heard from the people in this town. They say you're the connection to the first family of vampires..." He moves the stake back about to shove it inside my chest where I clutched my eyes closed but someone grabbed his arm shoving him onto the ground.

"Nobody hurts my mate." Klaus threatened flashing his golden hybrid eyes gripping Connors hand. He yanked the stake from his hands tossing it over his shoulder into Damon's hands as he slowly walks forward to stand beside him.

Conor yanked his hand free from his grasp only to trip over a wire getting arrows shot into his body holding him down on his knees in front of me. Damon smirked holding the stake in his hands. "You didn't expect me to use your own trap against you did you. Well now you know how it feels."

"You two are gonna kill me anyway." Conor scoffed as I locked eyes with Klaus who wears a black jacket with a grey sweatshirt underneath it while he tries to pull the arrows out.

Klaus intertwined his hands together smiling an evil look. "Well, let's not be too hasty. I feel like we're just getting to know each other."

"Start with the basics. Where are you from? What do you know? Maybe you can cue me in on this greater evil, because I've fought this guy, and there's nothing more evil than that." Damon taunts pointing to Klaus. "And what's a guy like you wanting to kill a human anyway?"

Klaus clutched his hands into fists." Yeah, truth be told, I'm as evil as it gets." He bared his teeth pointing his index finger at me. "That's a good question, mate. You've made one mistake that you will suffer for by taking her. I've been around a long time and never thought a vampire hunter would go after a human."

"I'm not telling you anything. You think if you kill me, it's gonna be over? There's another waiting to take my place!" Conor scoffed reaching down and holding a stake behind his back that I noticed.

"See, this is what I like to hear... Vague threats, ominous prophecies, disappearing tattoos." Damon clapped his hands together trailing off in thought.

Knitting my brows together I try and snap the chains again which only results in cutting my skin drawing some blood. "Damon, what are you talking about?"

"What do you mean, "tattoos"?" Klaus raised a brow confused as well.

"Don't bother. You can't see the damn thing." He scoffed rolling his eyes vamping over to me grabbing a hold of one of the chains breaking it then doing the same to the rest.

Klaus bends down looking Conor in the eye. "There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?"

Connor tries to stake him with the one behind his back but he snagged his wrist faster than he expected. "Nice try, but I'm faster than your average vampire." He smirked down to the vampire hunter seeing something on the stake. "You're one of the five..."

"The what?" Damon and I asked together taking our eyes off the hunter.

"I'm faster than the average hunter." Conor spoke pulling a wire near a tank quickly then stabbing me in the stomach with a stake making me collapse into someone's arms getting vamped out of the room before an explosion goes off.

Burying my face into the person's chest I grunted in pain feeling the weapon still sticking inside my stomach. Klaus gently laid me down on the bed in his room groaning too. He grips his stomach in the same place I do in the moment. Lifting my hand up I saw it covered in blood making me start going into a panic attack. "Klaus take it out - get it - out please!" Pressing my head back against the pillows moaning.

"Easy Maddie...1...2..." He lifted me up to sit wrapping his hand around the stake yanking it out before saying the number three. I cry like a child clutching the fabric of his shirt staining it with blood still feeling pain in my gut. He runs his left hand through my hair tilting my chin up with his thumb. He bites into his other wrist making it start dripping blood holding it out to me with concerned blue eyes. "Drink love. It'll heal you, I promise."

Wrapping my hand around his wrist I drank the blood trying to not throw up at the awful tattoos. He slowly helps me lay down seeing would slowly healing over. He pushes hair from my face as I let my eyes fall closed feeling exhausted from the incident. "Did you hurt Kol...he didn't mean to Nik?"

"Rest esay sweetheart. He's not laying in a box daggered. I knew you wouldn't like to feel his suffering." He replied kissing my forehead slowly walking out of the room seeing Elijah standing in the doorway. "Take care of her while I go deal with our hunter. He still owes me an explanation as to why he took our mate!"

Why do you think the hunter came after Maddie????

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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