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[kvtie444]

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a/n: this took so long omds, i luv this song

Summary: reader moves to LA for work and becomes the sturniolos editor, but what happens when she falls for someone unexplected…

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, suggestive?

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Slurpppp. Slurppp. The resonating sound of Chris's cereal-slurping dominates the morning ambiance. "Chris, can you shut up?" Nick's frustration punctuates the air. My gaze avoids Chris's as I observe the unfolding scene. Chris maintains eye contact with Nick, defiantly slurping the remaining contents of his bowl. He abruptly rises, the clash of the bowl and spoon in the sink echoing through the room as he angrily stomps downstairs.

"The fuck is his problem?" Matt's muttered inquiry accompanies the rhythmic sip of his drink. My cold, untouched coffee becomes a silent witness to my detachment from everything following the blurry night. "What was he even doing up here last night?" Matt asked, and as all eyes turn to me, "He came up for a drink and was being annoying" I lie.

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In the sanctuary of my home, I immersed myself in the editing of the latest vlog. Laura's ecstatic response to the fresh love shoot photos had prompted her to arrange a dinner – a reward for me, Madi, and the triplets. Despite the anticipation of the evening, stress gripped me relentlessly.

As I concluded my editing, I rose to indulge in a comprehensive shower, given the sophistication of the venue Laura had chosen and her directive for us to dress elegantly. Emerging from the shower, I prepared – from hair to makeup. A black mini skirt paired with a lace long-sleeved top and a bralette underneath comprised my chosen attire. I adorned my favourite necklace and stepped into heels, donned my jacket, and grabbed my bag before capturing a photos and booking an Uber to the restaurant.

Spotting Madi through the glass door, I expressed gratitude to my Uber driver before entering. Madi, adorned in her dress, greeted me with a smile, praising my appearance. "You look so good," she remarked. "All you, girl," I responded. She informed me that the boys were already at the table. A worker approached, asking for my jacket – a small "oh" escaped my lips as I handed it over, receiving a small ticket in return.

As Madi and I approached the table, the restaurant's grandeur unfolded before me – a breathtaking crystal chandelier above our circular table, accompanied by intricate ceiling art. Madi settled next to Chris and Nick, leaving the sole vacant chair between Matt and Chris. Matt courteously pulled my chair back, and I conveyed a silent thank you. Greetings and small talk ensued, except for Chris, who remained engrossed in his phone. I observed him – a toothpick between his lips, black jeans paired with a Ralph Lauren sweatshirt, and a recently shaved face. Reluctantly, I can't help but think about how good he looks right now.

Perusing the menu, a waiter with dark blonde, wavy hair, and captivating dark blue eyes approached. Starting from Madi, he eventually reached me, inquiring with a smirk, "And for the pretty lady?" I couldn't help but smile, ordering chicken Alfredo and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. He lingered for a moment, holding eye contact, then turned to Chris, "And for you?" Chris responded, "I'll have the same as the pretty lady."

Attention shifted to Chris, whose gaze turned icy as he glared at the waiter. Tension hung in the air until the waiter diffused it, leaving to bring our drinks. Embarrassed, I refocused on Chris. Nick sternly confronted him, "What is your problem?" Chris dismissed it, "the waiter should focus on his job rather than flirting". I scoffed, "As if you don't do the same when you work." Chris redirected his focus, "don't be jealous that at the shoot I-" "don't even Chris yo-", Nick cut me off, "can we not enjoy one fucking meal without an argument?". The table fell silent. The waiter returned with our drinks, I look at Chris, the same lips that were once all over me were now spitting insults at me.

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After settling the bill, we ventured into a separate area of the restaurant adorned with a bar, bathed in an ethereal glow of purple lights, creating an ambiance distinctly different from the main room. At the bar, surrounded by the enigmatic radiance, we all ordered our drinks – my choice being a vodka cranberry. Madi and I gravitated a bit further away, finding a secluded spot to sip on our drinks.

"What. happened back there? with Chris?" Madi asks me. Contemplating whether to tell her about last night's events, I decided it was time for confession and advice. Summoning courage, I spoke, "I need to tell you something." She nodded expectantly. Bracing myself, I began, "Last night I-" but before I could continue, a voice interrupted us, "can I have a word?" – Chris, the source of turmoil. Madi excused herself, leaving me to confront Chris once again.

"What do you want?" I sighed, finding myself once again in the orbit of Chris. He licked his lips for a second before speaking up, "Need to talk to you," his eyes unapologetically tracing the contours of my top, fixating on the slivers of skin beneath the lace. "Go on," I said, reining in my irritation, urging him to proceed. He inched closer, and I maintained my composure.

"I didn't like that whole waiter situation earlier," he said in a hushed tone. I scoffed, a near-laugh escaping me, "Are you serious? How is a guy flirting with me my fault?" I furrowed my eyebrows, challenging his perspective. He shrugged, "Just tryna help you see what’s best for you." I tilted my head, inquiring, "And what's that?" He smirked ever so slightly, "Someone who could actually satisfy you." My jaw almost dropped at the audacity of his statement. What the fuck.

In a moment of silence, I avert my gaze, avoiding eye contact. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Chris commands. Meeting his eyes, he smirks again. "Chris," I practically whisper. Leaning even closer, he taunts, "Bet he couldn't even make you cum." My jaw drops at his audacity. "Shut up," I mumble, looking away. "Hm?" he hums mockingly, "What, have you never had an orgasm before?" He chuckles, and I glance to the side. His face lights up with a shit eating grin, "Holy shit, you've never came?" He laughs at my expense. Fed up, I shove his chest, muttering, "Shut the fuck up." His amusement only intensifies.

"What, have you never been fucked senseless before?" Chris leans down, his hot breath sending shivers down the back of my neck. "Had this boyfriend… but I was a bottom… and so was he." I confess, my face turning beet red. Chris bites his lip, snatching my drink from the bar counter and downing it before placing it back. He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and leans into my ear "Well, if you wanna cum so hard you can't walk the next day, you know where to find me."

My stomach does flips as he walks away, leaving me bewildered and alone, a disorienting echo of the previous night. What the fuck.

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[sweetracha]

Choose a Flavor

There are two versions of this story based on what experience you want to have. Will you be a good girl or a brat?

Flavor Selected: Brat

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Hard Dom Chan, Titles (Master and Daddy), Pet Names (Bunny, Baby, Doll, Etc), Dumb is used, Spanking, Denial, Overstim, Begging, Pet Play? (Name and Outfit more than Roleplay), Illusions to aftercare

Here you are now standing in his playroom. It was perfect, everything you could have dreamed of and more. You had seen it once before when you were going over consent contracts. Chris wanted to make sure you felt comfortable in this space. He made love to you in the black silk bed that sat on the middle wall. He was so sweet, soft, and sensual in those moments. You wondered how he could ever be a dom.

Trying to drown out your busy mind you took in the sights. Christopher, or Bang Chan as you learned was his dom persona, had an eye for detail. The room was decorated with leather and silk, reminding you of the silk piece he had you wear tonight. Red lights colored the corners tastefully. Paddles and other impact gear were organized along the walls. Ropes were twisted neatly on the bedframe. A wand and some other toys were charging on the black wood nightstand. Finally, you took in the scent of the room. Sharp whiskey and leather filled your senses, a perfect match to Chan’s cologne. Being so lost in the art of it all, you didn’t hear the door close or footsteps behind you.

“Hello little bunny” Chris welcomed as he slide up behind you, gently wrapping a hand around your throat. “Are you ready to play little one?” you nodded in response.

“Words honey, don’t be a brat now” his grip tightened. 

“Yes Master” you meekly replied

“Good girl, here is how tonight is going to go. Every question I ask will be responded to verbally, Every order I give will be followed, and every word I say will be heard. Do this little bunny and Daddy will reward you greatly. If you fail to listen to me, however, you will be punished” His hand around your neck pulled you in close as he leaned into your ear and whispered “Hard”.

Tonight you were left with two choices. Be the good girl your dom wants you to be or have your fun and be a brat. Rewards or punishments were the ultimate questions. 

You picked to be a brat tonight

Chan spun you around so you were facing him, it didn’t matter if he had a shorter stature. Right now he towered over you. Leather-gloved hands came up to fix your pretty white bunny ears on top of your head. Christopher cooed at how innocent you looked in the dark space. He was going to have fun with you. Those same rough leather hands tilted your chin up to stare into his intense eyes.

“What are your safe words bunny?” You knew this was an important question to establish an answer but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Green for go, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop…just like a traffic light” You rolled your eyes. “I thought even a soft dom like you would have known that.

You could see a fire in his eyes, he knew your games. His gentle hand became hash on your cheeks as he held your face. He lowered down to your level and got real close.

“Watch your tone brat, I won't repeat myself. Now what is my name tonight”

“Christopher but I guess because we are playing make-believe you are ‘Bang Chan’. How did you come up with such a clique porn name anyways” you mocked. The hand not occupying your face slithered to your roots. With a handful of hair, he yanked you back. Chris didn’t miss the way your eyes rolled as you let out a grunting moan.

“Fucking brat. Should have known you'd never be a good girl. But you know what princess? I know exactly how to tame you. At the end of the day, I know you just want to be my dumb little pet bunny.” He let go of your hair and made his way to the bed. The way he sat down on the edge made you realize just how massive his thighs were, if it was any other day you'd beg him to let you ride but not tonight.

“Come lay over daddy’s lap baby” he patted his slack-covered thigh.

“Oh what are you going to do, is the big daddy going to span–AH” You were cut off by Chan yanking you over his lap. Toes barely touched the wooden floor.

“Yes princess, master is going to do just that. He is going to spank your bratty little ass until it is bright red. I won’t make you count tonight, Im not sure your dumb little bunny mind can count that high” You were royally fucked and couldn’t have been more excited.

His first swat was light, almost to test the waters. When you didn’t show any signs of discomfort he swung again, harder. He continued his assault on your bum until you were wiggling in his lap. Moans were mixed with whines and huffs of air. He could get used to this.

“Look at these poor panties and babydoll daddy bought you, baby, they are getting ruined. Better take them off. Stand up. Now”

“No”

“Bunny, I suggest you turn around and face the wall right now and strip. I was going to let you off with only a few more but I see I need to teach you some manners, don't make this worse than it already will be”

You decided to do what he said for once tonight. Something about the venom that dripped from his words scared you a little. That familiar sub-fuzz began to overtake you. As you began to strip the silk babydoll gown you heard Chris moving in the background. He grabbed a few things and took his spot back on the bed. Like a king claiming his throne. 

“Back over my thigh princess, Im not done with you” This time you draped yourself over him.

He warmed up your now naked bottom which was already glowing a nice shade of red. Out of nowhere, he swung again. You could tell he was using his full force now. 

“I can’t believe you decided to be so disobedient tonight. I had so much planned for you but no, you had to be a brat. Now Daddy has to teach you how to be a good girl for him” he paused the rain of smacks to feel between your legs. “Awwww baby girl, so desperate now arent we” you moaned when he began to circle your clit. “So wet baby, probably being such a little brat because you were so uncomfortable” his digits now began to pump inside of you slowly. It wasn't enough to make you cum but it did keep you on edge. You whined and rutted your hips back in desperation. “Awwww shhhhh poor baby, I'm not done with you yet” and like that, he pulled out and spanked you with the same hand that pleasured you. He continued until you finally admitted defeat.

“Ouch, Daddy Im sorry! Please I'll be a good girl just please let me cum! I need you. I need master to touch me” You slumped in submission. Chan plunged his fingers back into your cunt and set a brutal pace. Moans and yells escaped your lungs are you were thrust into pure unimaginable pleasure. Just as Christopher felt you clench…

“Ask for it” he slowed down.

“What! Please No”

“Ask for permission to come babydoll”

“Please Master can I cum. PLEASE” you begged like your life was on the line.

“Fucking Cum” and with that you did. You spasmed on his lap as he finished you off. While he was still punishing you he wasn’t going to be too cruel. He helped you down from your high and gently laid you on the bed.

“Bunny, you took Daddy’s punishment so well. You did such a good job, Master is very proud. But it isn't quite done. Im going to wreck your sensitive little body one last time and you are going to take it” again with the faux comfort he was so good at. Just as you were going to get ready for him, he flipped you around.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. No looking at or touching Daddy. You are going to remain arched on all fours as I ruin you. And because I know my dumb little bunny can't follow any rules, Master will tie your wrists to the bed to help you” and he did just that. Black and white ropes were wrapped around your wrists and secured you to the bend. His leather hand slid down your back with pressure forcing you to arch. Then he slammed into you. He was done with teasing, done with making you beg, done with waiting. He needed his own pleasure. Chan was going to be selfish with your body. You were his after all, right?

He set an unrelenting pace that was backed by hard thrusts. Imediabity he found your g-spot and when you screamed out in pleasure he abused it with his tip. Too lost in how amazing you feel, Chan didn’t say much. The room was filled with moans, pants, grunts, and the occasional swear word. It wasn’t until you spoke up did he come back to reality.

“Can I come, Master?” Finally, you were being his sweet obedient girl.

“Yes bunny, come for Daddy” He followed his approval with long drawn out powerful thrusts, the kind he knew you liked. As you clamped down on him hard and came with a scream he filled you up. A howl-like moan left him and he emptied inside of you. Your poor body leaked from him. With two fingers we scooped his cum up and pushed it back inside you, mesmerized by the sight.

“Shhhhhh baby it's okay, we wouldn’t want to waste a drop now would we” he cooed with genuine care this time.

“No Daddy we wouldn’t,” you said with a sex-drunk giggle which eased his worries about being too hard on you.

“It’s okay now little one, I'm just Christopher right now bun” 

“Channie?” you slightly sat up with a sweet questioning expression on your face. He was going to marry you someday.

“Yes princess, Channie is here. Let's get you into a bath baby girl.”

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[illusionoftheabyss]

Started studying ceremonial magic rituals from the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and Aleister Crowley’s Astrum Argentum and Ordo Templi Orientis . Although I have my feelings about Crowley as a person, He no doubt created brilliant and illuminating occult literature that teaches the Qabalah so well that I must separate the Art from the Artist. Began to record my Gnosis for thy own Order called “ The Qabalistic Templum Atra Flamma “ = The Qabalistic Temple ov the Black Flame. The Black Flame refers to the Qabalah and the Ain Soph Aur : The Limitless Light ov God, Infinite Creative Potential that Exists above Kether And is the internal invisible Etheric flame of light/energy that exists within us all. Also the Torah was allegedly written with black fire. The limitless Light ov God brought into manifestation through Kether That gives Chokmah The Wisdom of Everything and Holds the Science of the Holy Tarot and the Zodiac with all Stars and All Divine Light, blasting into Binah, which gives Form, Time, and Space for the lower 7 Sephiroth to form emanations and Our Multiverse and reality is created. I am becoming a Wizard. 🤣

The Black Flame corresponds the Supernal Triad of Kether-Chokmah-Binah also, with emphasis on Chokmah: Infinite Potential and Super-Consciousness This is my book of shadows that I have titled “ Libre Umbrarum “ In the photographs, I have presented the formulae for the Qabalistic Cross, The Lesser Banishing Ov The Pentagram Ritual, The Lesser Invocation Ov The Hexagram and The Lesser Banishing Ov The Hexagram along with detailed explanation of the Rite Ov The Analysis Ov The Keyword:

Part i: The rest will be in next post🌓⚡️🪐🕍

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[thetypedwriter]

The Personal Librarian Book Review

The Personal Librarian Book Review By Marie Benedict and Victoria Christopher Murray 

It happened again. The Personal Librarian is never a book I would have picked up or chosen for myself as far as historical fiction goes. 

Now, I like historical fiction. Anything about ancient Rome or Greece I will absolutely devour. Early 1900’s New York isn’t exactly my cup of tea on the other hand. Through extraneous motivations, I found a copy of this novel in my hand and a requirement to read it. 

Honestly, for a Good Morning America Book Club pick, I expected more. 

The story follows Belle da Costa Greene, born Belle Marion Greener, the second eldest daughter of the first Black graduate of Harvard and a civil rights advocate in 20th century America. 

The story follows Belle as she becomes the personal librarian to the enigmatic, larger than life J.P Morgan, and aids him in his desire to accrue and create a rare book, manuscript, and artwork collection for the Pierpont Morgan Library. 

Of course, this wouldn’t be possible if they knew she was Black. It’s only possible because Belle is living in this racially unfair and hostile world as a white-passing woman with no ties to her father and a made-up story of having ancestry to a Portuguese grandmother in order to explain her slightly darker skin. 

The story begins in the year 1905 and spans all the way until 1924, with the addition of the epilogue that takes place in March of 1948. 

A politically fraught era, Belle lived in a cruel world where the true nature of her identity would never have allowed her to live and achieve the aspirations she was capable of due to bigotry and racism. 

For a book with such an inspiring and capable main character and an incredibly charged environment, you would think The Personal Librarian would be relentlessly engaging, deeply meaningful, and a riveting experience to consume. 

Unfortunately, I found it quite boring. 

From start to finish, the book was droll despite the co-authors attempting to make it entertaining and educational. Belle as a main character was as flat as a board. 

You might find this hard to believe, but I found it to be the case in my reading experience. Other than being a workaholic, shallowly debating the issue of her identity, being in love with rare manuscripts, and seeking a connection, there wasn’t much to her. 

Supposedly Belle’s family was inherently important to her and the catalyst for most of her choices, but we rarely see them and none of them were standalone characters in their own right except for Mama, who came across as harsh most of the time and not very likable. 

Belle’s other driving factors included her attraction and romance with J.P. Morgan himself and another art collector named Bernard Berenson. While Belle found herself attracted to Mr. Morgan throughout her tenure as his personal librarian, nothing of huge consequences happened between them. 

However, the same could not be said for Mr. Berenson, whom Belle gave to herself completely and was destroyed in the end by his non-committal actions, selfishness, and betrayal. 

You would think the romances would be spicy, but they were anything but. Belle seemed to always find herself drawn to white,  powerful men more than three times her age (and I abhor drastic disparities in age and power dynamics) and the romance itself was cheesy and predictable. I knew the moment I read about Bernard that their romance would end in a cataclysmic disaster. I was right. 

A lot of other names are tossed around, but truly, none of them were characterized very well or fleshed out in any important way. I think the authors wanted to include as many historical names and titles as possible, but it meant little to me without a history lesson. Instead it came across as wasted potential and more like name dropping for the sake of it. 

You would imagine that the driving force of the book would be Belle’s identity crisis between her being a Black woman pretending to be a white woman. And while this issue comes up over and over and over again, it is always the same thing every single time. 

Belle fears that she will be discovered. She’s saddened that this is the world she must live in. She essentially forgets about it for the rest of the chapter and lives out as Belle de Costa Greene. Rinse and repeat. Every. Single. Chapter. 

No growth comes forth from this whatsoever. The tension of this secret builds and builds and builds and you expect, as a reader, some kind of eventual reckoning. None ever comes. 

All we get as a reader is Belle reuniting with her father for a single chapter, a man who left her as a child to pursue civil rights, and who essentially tells her that she has the choice to remain white and that it is not a betrayal. It is not a fair choice and that he hopes, one day, that her true background can be revealed without fear of discrimination and hatred. 

I understand that this book is the eventual reckoning. The world now knows that Belle de Costa Greene was actually born Belle Marion Greener, a Black woman, and rewards and cheers her amazing accomplishments. However, in the actual story, we never get this reckoning and it deflates the tension and stakes of the experience overall.

Belle de Costa Greene was a real woman that handled a divided world in the best way she could. The authors took some liberties that make this historical fiction, but as a whole, this story didn’t make for a great book to read. Belle de Costa Greene is amazing, and she should be seen as such, but I think this would have been better as a biography. 

This tale didn’t lend itself well to a full blown nearly 400-paged novel. The book was more of a history lesson on an Italian renaissance painter or a social issue in 1915 than it was a character driven novel on identity, race, and choice. 

Because of this, I found it interesting, but a disappointment story-wise. If it was advertised as a historical account of the life of Belle de Costa Greene with an emphasis on art, history, and politics, that would be one thing. 

But the authors try to squeeze in things like romance, family, friendship, and characterization—all of which falls flat because the history and art dominates everything else in the story so completely. 

As a biography, this book makes sense. If you cut out the liberties both authors take in order to make this a compelling read, the novel essentially follows the formula of a biography anyway. 

However, they thought it would make a great narrative and it just…doesn’t. The story is about an intelligent, competent, successful woman that everyone believed to be white until now. 

But the story itself doesn’t have any particular climaxes that makes this an appealing read. It lacks stakes, tension, real conflict, characterization, and personal development. 

For someone like me, a very character-driven reader, this book was hard to swallow due to its very nature of and the history, culture, art, and politics of the time weren’t enough to keep me engaged until the very end. 

Recommendation: Unless you're a history major that will fangirl over every name mentioned in this book, put it down and just pick up a biography on Belle de Costa Greene instead. It will give you the same delivery without any of the useless fluff. 

Score: 5/10

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[molluskzone]

art tipz:

sketch in a different color than you do lineart in and also make sure you use either a brush that is a low opacity or turn the opacity down on the layer so you dont accidentally draw the lineart on the sketch layer (i do pink, red, or blue for my sketch color and i always initially do lineart in black).

make sure your sketch is the same brush size or smaller than your lineart because it will be harder to line precisely if youre tracing over the sketch. this might be way you always think your sketch looks better than your lineart: thick sketches, or sketches where you go over the same line multiple times or chicken scratch will look better to you because its more ambiguous.

people are correct when they say that tracing is Morally Neutral but make sure youre A. using either your own photos or photos that are free to use (you can use unsplash to find reference photos or there is a function on google to filter by usage rights). photography is an art form too and you shouldnt just trace over photographs you dont have permission to use especially if youre tracing the composition and B. make sure the traced bit matches with the rest of your art style and stylization or else its gonna be super obvious that you traced it. also while tracing isnt a mortal sin you should draw from reference too it makes it way easier to draw from memory if you cant find or take a photo to trace.

if youre stuck on a piece download a new brush.

if you primarily draw digitally pick up a pencil. if you primarily draw traditionally try digitizing a piece you already made in photopea (or draw digitally if you have a tablet).

flip your canvas

flip your canvas

flip your canvas (ive seen some people complain about this advice because "if whoever looks at my art flips it in an editing program thats THEIR problem!!!" when thats not why people ask you to flip your canvas. they ask you to flip your canvas so YOU can see the mistakes easier. a lot of people tend to draw their characters at a lean/warp depending on if theyre right or left handed or what pose the character is in, and flipping the canvas helps you see this. the audience, however, has fresh eyes, and will likely be able to see the lean WITHOUT editing the photo. i personally see leans and unevenness all the time in other peoples art (not judging, i think its Fine and im not gonna complain about it, the pieces usually look good anyways, but you dont need to be a nitpick to notice this. also if you come back to your own piece later you might be able to see it). also if you draw traditionally look at it in a mirror or take a photo of it with your front camera)

the top jaw is connected to the head. the lower jaw is the one that moves. the NOSE and LIPS can move around because theyre flexible, but the teeth and the stop will not move unless the entire head moves.

notice how even though the mouth is open, the entire skull is moved along with the upper jaw. the lower jaw is the only part capable of moving independently from the rest of the skull

this is mainly an issue in furry art where people will break their characters skulls in order to open the mouth: only the squishy part of the nose and lips will flex

EXAMPLE OF THIS:

the soft part of his NOSE can be pushed up, but the rest of his face cannot be bent that way.

the front and back legs of most 4 legged animals (not all) bend differently from each other. example:

use a reference 4 more information... the internet is such a beautiful place

even if you are drawing just a bust of halfbody shot of a character. if you are drawing them With another character in in an environment MAKE A SIMPLE SKETCH OF THE ENTIRE BODY AND *THEN* CROP IT TO YOUR DESIRED SIZE. please learn from me i never do this and i always mess up the heights or proportions...

perhaps this advice is specific to me and nobody else but stop trying to "learn color theory" none of the tutorials work. color theory is learned by violently throwing yourself at it over and over and over and over and over again until you make something that works. you just Get It or you Dont Get It UNTIL you Get It and ive never met someone able to teach it properly in a way that allows you to apply it to your own art (especially digital art). just keep trying ur not doing something wrong just look at pieces you like and try to emulate how they use colors by eyeballing it. you will pick it up eventually. also try not using pure black or white unless you REALLY know what youre doing bc it usually is kind of distracting.

if ur trying to make a clear pose squint your eyes at it, if you can still see whats going on its probably fine. or just color the entire thing the lineart color to see the silhouette. or start sketching in blocked out silhouettes instead.

you can do whatever you want forever

[smithlibrary]

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Science Fiction and Fantasy The Three-Body Problem by Cixin Liu We by Yevgeny Zamyatin  The Employees by Olga Ravn The Doomed City by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski

Horror Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin  Powers of Darkness: The Lost Version of Dracula by Valdimar Ásmundarson

Classics A Personal Matter by Kenzaburo Oe The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka Candide by Voltaire  The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Graphic Novel A Man and His Cat by Umi Sakurai

Non-fiction Meditations by Marcus Aurelius  The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda The Art of Rhetoric by Aristotle Beowulf by Anonymous  Upper Crust: Homemade Bread the French Way by Marie-Laure Fréchet

#readmore2023

[drondskaath]

IER | 妖怪 | 2020

Argentinian Experimental Blackened Death Metal

https://ierdepression.bandcamp.com/album/--3

#IER #妖怪 #Argentina #Argentinian Death Metal #Death Metal #Blackened Death Metal #Experimental Metal #music #band #Order ov the Black Arts

[reptileshrine]

Latest upload to the Order ov the Black Arts YouTube channel - From the man behind Cultor Noctis comes a new project of raw blackened atmospherics. Leegte is a rhythmic torrent of static churning and turbulent psychosis, wound round a loose helix of hypnotic drumming. An excellent demo release, and promising sign of things to come. Subscribe: youtube.com/OrderovtheBlackArts Join the community on Facebook: facebook.com/orderovtheblackarts

#leegte #atmospheric black metal #raw black metal #belgium #self-released #2019 #the order #order ov the black arts

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hi yes im still alive

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST--

HAVING A MOMENT TO PROCESS ALL THE LORE AND STORY CHAPTER 6 JUST DROPPED ON US, I CAN BARELY WRITE

AHHHHHHH, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS 😭 kjdbbaufbiafafvoaybo LEMME PUT ON MY THINKING CAP AND THROW SOME STUFF OUT ASDYUBUASDLI;AGVUOQIB;VI You’ll understand why I used Leona’s face here even though it’s Idia and Ortho’s chapter after you read my thoughts--

***Chapter 6 (and other main story) spoilers below the cut!***

Okay, just to keep it simple, I’ll try to keep things in chronological order!

First is a bullet point list of my thoughts on chapter 6 so far, then all my questions and theories (mostly a biggish theory on Ace) are at the end of the post.

Expectation: Idia cowering in his room, Vil and Rook busting down his door using Epel as a battering ram, dead Ortho theory confirmed

Reality: SWAT TEAM RAID ON NRC, DORM LEADERS (sans Kalim) AND JAMIL GET KIDNAPPED

Admittedly, I’m disappointed to see that the injury Grim inflicted to MC was basically just a cat scratch and nothing more. I thought it would be a lot more impactful if MC had to deal with juggling the realization that Grim has betrayed their friendship and trust while also on the verge of death (or at least while being severely injured)... And given how MC reacted to the attack at the end of chapter 5, I would think whatever struck them was much more substantial than just a cat scratch. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say either the script got scrubbed by Disney, or the intent was that MC was still woozy from VDC / OB Vil, MC felt so betrayed that it shook them emotionally, or that MC was just that weak by default that they can’t defend themselves against cat claws.

Hey, Ramshackle’s finally getting renovated! Proceeds to immediately get destroyed again--

I feel like????????? They tried to retroactively explain why Neige won to try and mitigate the uproar over how VDC ended. There’s some dialogue between the VDC group about how they didn’t perform at their peak because of having just walked out of dealing with OB Vil, and how Neige’s fans were going to vote for him anyway because they resonated with his background. Honestly, I think they should have moved on from that sore spot instead of bringing it up again, even if how chapter 5 ended didn’t personally bother me.

BOOM, HERE COME THE TWST TERMINATORS--

NOT GONNA LIE, THOSE STYX GUYS LOOK HOT SO COOL

AAAAAAND IT’S KIDNAPPING MONTAGE TIME, KIDS

JOABSFHUPAUABDBADB CALM DOWN, RIDDLE??????? YOU’RE GOING TO COMMIT ARSON IN BROAD DAYLIGHT--

Okay, I know this chapter’s focused on Ignihyde and Grim, but the standout part to me (so far) has been the scene where Leona’s being kidnapped. Historically, Leona has not been a character that I like (excluding that one time I had to pretend to like him for a game). I feel like he’s one massive missed opportunity (he didn’t show up much in chapter 2, he’s pretty similar backstory-wise to his Disney counterpart compared to the other Dorm Leaders, he didn’t seem to learn anything or become a better person even a LITTLE after chapter 2, etc.). I’m not a fan of his lazy and arrogant attitude either (even if it is justified by his backstory). But here? THIS IS THE LEONA I ACTUALLY LIKE AND WANT TO SEE MORE OF. 

LIKE????? I CAN’T DESCRIBE TO YOU HOW MUCH I LIKE THIS SCENE???? Yeah, we have Leona fighting STYX at first, but as soon as he realizes who they are, he wises up and surrenders because he knows better than to resist arrest. AND NOT ONLY THAT, but he uses King’s Roar in a smart way--to turn the falling greenhouse glass panes into sand so they don’t hurt anyone nearby (namely him and Ruggie).

And after he turns himself in????? LEONA TELLS RUGGIE TO TAKE CARE OF SAVANACLAW FOR HIM!!! THIS is what a real leader would do. He looks after himself and his people, but he knows when to surrender, AND he leaves his “kingdom” (the dorm) in good hands while he’s away. THIS is the Leona I want to see.

AJBDUASHPFBUABFIABIYFBIPFAAFIAF I ALSO REALLY LIKE HIS SASS WHEN HE JUST THROWS HIS HANDS UP AND ASDBIASBIABAIODDAYOFAIPPADAIDB SAYS “I’ll go with you, but be careful while escorting me, okay? Despite my looks, I'm a precious prince. I’ll get sick/dizzy if you drive recklessly.” SARCASTIC SASSY SMARTASS??????? IF YOU HAD MORE LINES LIKE THIS, I’D LIKE YOU MORE

I love how Azul’s still talking about capitalism/how he can profit from Idia (apparently the Shrouds are like the TWST equivalent of Google??????) as he’s being escorted away by the agents?????? IF I WERE HIM, I’D BE PISSED OFF THAT THEY INTERRUPTED MY BOARD GAME????? At least let the man finish first--

Damn, everyone’s being tasered???????? And apparently all the STYX agents are equipped with anti-magic plates? I guess Bind the Heart can just eat shit then--

Lilia’s ringtone is cute, period.

CROWLEY CALLED STYX TO CAPTURE GRIM???? GRIM IS OFFICIALLY A SCP THAT NEEDS TO BE CONTAINED????

WAIT WHAT CROWLEY’S BEING KIDNAPPED TOO??????? Oh well, the school is probably safer in Trein’s hands anyway--

askhlbfbilhidbabbidasb RIDDLE WAKES UP POST KIDNAPPING AND HE’S USING LEONA AS A LAP PILLOW?????!

How does it feel to be held in a room against your will, Jamil? Yeah, don’t like a taste of your own medicine, do you?

OH HI IDIA, NICE YZMA MAD SCIENTIST GETUP YOU GOT THERE

Wait, what????? THAT’S IT?????? SERIOUSLY???????

MAN.

I have so many questions??????? Specifically about STYX and what they do, and how the Shrouds are tied into all of it.

So they say STYX is a specialized unit called in to quell serious Overblot cases. And if Crowley called them to deal with Grim... well, bad times ahead for Grim. STYX has also been studying Overblot for a long time, which is why (I think?) they captured Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, and Vil. 

There’s been some allusions made between Grim and Stitch in a lot of fan art and fan theories I’ve seen, since their struggles have some parallels: that being them struggling to decide if they are “good” or “bad”. I don’t know if this was intentional on the part of the TWST writing team, but regardless, it’s a really good concept that plays into the themes of TWST itself. There’s no good, there’s no evil, no black and white--most of the characters we see may be BASED on villains, but that doesn’t MAKE them villains. They are good, and bad, in their own ways--and now Grim is dealing with that crisis as he fights to keep his sanity and avoid completely succumbing to Overblot.

Though Idia seems to be involved with STYX’s research, it doesn’t sound like he personally gave the order to retrieve those test subjects (or at the very least, he’s not happy about roughing up the test subjects), it sounds like the orders came from other people in the organization. His parents, perhaps?

They mention briefly that Idia’s parents are asking him to “come home”, so it must be for something urgent. Are they worried about his safety? But Idia’s lines at the end of chapter 5 lead me to think he is estranged from his family, since he straight up rejected a job offer linked to them (Olympus Corp is owned by the Jupiter family, and the Shrouds are a branch family of Jupier), and says something like “I’m not welcome anywhere”. Has Idia done something to disgrace him from the rest of the family? Or is it more of a self imposed/self inflicted statement, given that he always says he’s “cursed” and acts like he’s guilty of something that deserves scorn?

Why is Idia participating in STYX research, even if it means experimenting on his fellow students (and fellow board game enthusiast Azul)? People are speculating that he wants to use blots to fully revive Ortho (if dead Ortho theory is true), or that Idia actually has heroic intentions (he wants to know more about blots to prevent OBing from happening?), but at this point??? Literally anything could happen?!

In future parts, I’m guessing Pomefiore, MC, and Adeuce will team up to break Jamil and the Dorm Leaders (except Malleus, Malleus got left out again www) out? And HOPEFULLY we get to see Rook’s Unique Magic or at least more screen time, since I feel like he got so little in chapter 5... Another thing I’d like to see is Ace and/or Epel getting their Unique Magic, or at least starting to develop it. It’s really mostly Ace I want more details for.

A theory I’ve been holding onto for a long time is that Deuce getting his UM will spur Ace on to become jealous (since he has always seen Deuce as an idiot/”lesser” than him), and that will cause a rift in the friendship, or for Ace to throw himself into a dangerous situation to prove himself (he has done it before with Riddle)... and has his ass rescued again. This would make Ace even angrier, since he feels like everyone is treating him like a little kid or rubbing it in that he isn’t “as good” as they are. I don’t know where it would go from there (I’m sure TWST would get creative), but ultimately it would culminate in Ace making amends with everyone and rushing in to save them from either Grim or Idia OB.

I don’t think Ace would discover his UM in a similar manner as Deuce (Deuce had to embrace his own stubbornness and straightforwardness, but as the term “Unique” Magic implies, the way a magic develops and manifests is “unique” to the user). While Deuce has to learn to accept his own way of thinking, I believe Ace is already sure of his own way of thinking and has totally accepted it. I think what Ace has to deal with instead is coming to terms with his fickleness. We’ve seen him time and time again treating his loved ones kind of callously, from constantly bullying MC, Grim, and Deuce to ghosting his own girlfriend and flaking on people when they are counting on him to do a task.

The issue with Ace isn’t that he isn’t aware, it’s that he is aware and he seems to think this behavior is totally okay. He demonstrates little to no remorse in what he does and says, and he doesn’t seem to care about the consequences either (how many times does he get punished by Riddle, yet he keeps doing the same dumb things over and over?). Ace appears to operate under the mindset of always being in the right, or (if he’s in the wrong), he won’t really acknowledge it, or he will wave it off as “no big deal”--and I think that’s his greatest weakness.

In the scenario I described earlier, I mentioned that Ace’s jealousy will cause a wedge between him and his friends, and I think this will play into him realizing the error of his ways. When he has finally driven away all of the people that supported him, what will he have left? Nothing. Then maybe Ace suddenly finds himself relating to Idia, or to Grim, who have Overblotted and are in a similar emotional state as he is. Confused and lonely... and that energizes him to pitch in again, even if all he has is wind magic up his sleeve. Everyone could be shocked that Ace has returned, and in that moment, he could finally realize his true potential and unlock his Unique Magic!

(Maybe that’s too specific, but that’s a scenario that I’ve had playing in my head for a long time!)

... Buuuuut given that Ace has gotten little to no spotlight so far in chapter 6, I’m not sure if they’ll lean into him developing his UM yet (unless they pull a chapter 5 and really start addressing Ace in the latter half of the chapter like they did with Deuce). Seeing as chapter 6 is dealing with a lot of heavy topics (death, Grim lore, Overblot lore), I’m thinking maybe the TWST team will push off Ace’s UM development to chapter 7???? The only way I can see it happening in chapter 6 is if the chapter is SUPER long, or if the writing is REALLY good or really bad. 

Anyway, I’m keeping my fingers crossed!!! I’m so excited for the rest of chapter 6... I hope that we don’t have to wait too long for it!

#Idia Shroud #Leona Kingscholar #twst #twisted wonderland #Grim #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #Lilia Vanrouge #Ortho Shroud #Riddle Rosehearts #Azul Ashengrotto #Jamil Viper #Rook Hunt #Vil Schoenheit #Neige Leblanche #Epel Flemier #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Dire Crowley #Mozus Trein #spoilers #twst analysis #twst theory #twisted wonderland analysis #twisted wonderland theory #Malleus Draconia #Ruggie Bucchi #I'M JUST SPITTING UP ALL MY THOUGHTS #Kalim Al-Asim

[twilightfansofcolor]

Secret Admirer pt 2 (Caius Volturi x black reader)

for @prettyvintageafternoon

Caius fiddled with the sleeve of the gray pull over sweater he borrowed from Edward. Never in the centuries that he knew Carlisle did he ever think he would need his family’s help yet here he is, sitting in the backseat of the Volvo as they drove to your apartment; the blue contact lenses irritated him but according to Bella they were necessary. “Remember you two, no funny business. Stick to the plan or I’ll rip your heads off,” Caius hissed at them. The cover story was that he was an old childhood friend of Edward’s who lost contact when Caius oved to Rome after his parents’ divorce; they’d run into each other at Dartmouth. This would be difficult for him since he never cared that much about Edward and only spent a few minutes in the other vampire’s presence.

Soon enough, they were pulling up to the gate of your apartment complex; Caius whipped out the keycard and waved it in front of the sensor and the gates pulled open. Meanwhile you were putting on the final touches of your outfit: a final swipe of your favorite lip gloss, laying down your edges and fluffing out the curls from your recent twist out, the diamonds of the Tiffany bracelet your parents got you for Christmas glittering in the light. After a once over in the floor length mirror, you deemed yourself ready. You were packing your purse when the knocks came, throwing in a few tampons, your cell phone, checking your wallet. You rushed to the living room to open the door.

Caius looked stunning in the gray pull over and khaki pants; his lips turned up in a smile when he saw you. “Good evening Y/N. You look absolutely stunning.” Your glossed lips pulled back from your teeth and he took in your dazzling smile as you answered, “thanks Caius, so do you. So your friends are waiting downstairs?” “Yes, I hope that’s okay with you. It’s a childhood friend of mine and his wife.” You could feel his nervousness and guessed that his friends’ presence would keep him calm in any case of awkwardness.

Truth be told, you were a little nervous too, it had been awhile since you’d been on a decent date. The last guy who took you out promised fine dining which made you put on the most beautiful (and most expensive) midi dress only for ole dude to pull into the Burger King drive thru, and you ate Whoppers in the deserted parking lot with the car light on. That was six months ago. The ride to Port Angeles was light and fun and Caius asked you questions the whole way. Inside the upscale Italian restaurant, his friends Bella and Edward asked you questions as well: if you were from Forks, what college you graduated from, hobbies and interests.

When the waiter brought your drinks out, it was your turn to ask questions. “So, how long have you two been married?” “A little over a year now. We also have a daughter, Renesmee,” answered Bella. Wow, already married with a kid and they looked to be your age, early twenties. “Well congratulations,” you said a little stunned. While you loved the idea of marrying your first love, you couldn’t imagine settling down so young.

While your parents are college sweethearts, they didn’t get married until they passed their certifications and exams, and had you almost ten years later in their early forties, and that’s how they raised you: focus on building the life you want for yourself before finding someone to settle down with. When it came time to order, Bella recommended the mushroom ravioli. “It’s what I had on my first date with Edward, plus it’s amazing.” If it worked for them, you hoped it would work for you and Caius; you were absolutely obsessed with him as he spoke about Italy, and he sounded like he had almost centuries of life experiences. Caius seemed very well versed in the arts, well traveled, and you told him about the places you went to on vacations with your parents.

“My parents and I usually spend Christmas in France and we’ll go to the Disneyland there,” you told him. You also told them how your parents are thinking about moving to Paris full time since they’ve had enough of America. You and Caius seemed so engrossed with each other that you forgot that the other couple was your ride home; he was a perfect gentleman the entire night, pulling out your chair, opening and closing the car door for you, and he even got you a nice slice of chocolate cake to take home with you. When the night was over, he told Edward to drop the two of you off at the gate and he walked you back to your door. Spring was in the air and you could smell the flowers planted in front of the leasing office.

“I had a wonderful time tonight Caius,” you whispered as you reached your door. You really did mean that. “As did I Y/N.” He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek before walking to the bank of elevators and getting in one. Did Bella say anything about falling in love with Edward over mushroom ravioli? Because you were sure that’s what was happening.

#caius volturi #caius volturi x reader #caius volturi x black reader #twilight imagines #twilight fans of color

[multmilk]

summary: just tae as a college student and plant mom on the side. also slow burn & sexy times :)

genre: smut & fluff !!

warnings: um dirty talk? bit of curse words? smut lol 

au/prompt: college!au, bestfriendtolovers!au

word count: 2818

not proofread, sorry!! wrote this in one seating hehehehe 

 i think Taehyung would be the kind of guy who’d wanna purse arts and/or fashion but he’d go for something a little more prAcTIcaL

introducing, Kim Taehyung of Daegu, 24, major in business

 he’d want his own business someday, just not quite sure what it’d be

 anyways, even being a sophomore at college, he’d have girls and boys feigning over him because he’s just famous for a lot things

 one of which is his looks

 another being the cute barista at your local café

and the one who sings at bars every weekend

he’s just very popular and everyone adored him

but he isn’t the f boy type of popular, though many people did want to sleep with him, he just politely declines them

not saying he doesn’t get action though noPE he’d have sex occasionally when his schedule allows him to

fast forward to monday, a day where college students doze off and attend class 6 hours late 

Taehyung was always punctual and early but today’s an exception

he fell asleep doing equations and maths on his table and well his classes start at 9 am but he woke up around noon

 Taehyung doesn’t even bother to change clothes nor brush his teeth, he just zoops out of his apartment and rushes toward campus

 he’s still sleep deprived from all the work load and late night shifts but his adrenaline’s too much that he reaches the campus in 10 minutes when it usually takes him a good 20 minutes

he just keeps on running and just as he was about to approach the door to 34A (where mr. jung teaches philosophy,, his minor) the door completely smacks him in the face

 he clutches his nose that was hit and was about to curse the person who accidentally hit him but when he sees who hit him

 his brain just goes @/$;2($:&sk;L3

 LIKE WOW???

hair blowing in the wind, light focusing on her figure, flowy dress lightly being blown by the wind and worry etched into her features

 “oh my gosh, i’m so so sorry !!” even her voice sounds like an angel

Taehyung says “it’s fine” then acts all cool and stuff and she smiles at him

AND WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO ASK FOR HER NAME SHE JUST WOOSHES AND he’s left there looking at her disappearing figure

aaaand that’s where you come in thought that the angel-like girl was you? haH

you see taehyung still clutching his nose and staring off to space so you smack his back and he yelps in pain

“Y/N!!!!”

“TAEHYUNG !!!” you mimick but then you quickly apologize seeing that he was in a bad mood

you fix his hair and ask what happened

you two walk to the cafeteria as he tells you everything that happened

including the oh-so-beautiful girl that accidentally hit his face

“i wanna date her. she’s made my heart race so much. that’s very rare,”

you look at him like ????? like bro you’ve just met her and you’re IN L OV E

 what about me? you think. i’ve been with you all these years and you never even consider looking at me like that.

but you don’t say that. of course you don’t. that’s just too selfish.

so you hype him up and tell him you’d ask around for the girl’s name and Taehyung hopefully finds her to get her number

fast forward and you and Taehyung goes home. you two have no work today, just some lectures to catch up to

you set up the microwave to heat the fried chicken you bought home and Taehyung attend to his plants 

yes he is a plant mom™️ like he sings and hums classical tunes while he waters the plants and letting out little praises and encouragements 

he’s just overall a proud mom of his plants tbh

anyways you and Taehyung work on your school stuff until you felt your body growing tired and found yourself laying down on his lap

the view like this is ✨majestic✨his hair was loose and he had a headband to keep the bangs off of his face

his jaw was locked in concentration as he tries to make the numbers MAKE SENSE

 not to mention how your face is just millimeters away from his crotch akskakd

but you’re wholesome so you ignore the pool of arousal that’s in between your legs

“let’s go to sleep Taeee,” you whine but he pays you no mind

so you opt for straddling his lap so that he’d pay attention to you and it worked

“leave me alone please? you could sleep and i’ll wake you up later,” then he smiles at you

gaaaah his smile just aldksofkeoyn he’s soooo friggin’ warm and cuddly and when he smiles he just takes your heart then and there

but you stay perched on his lap and opt to nuzzle your head on the crook of his neck and mumble about sleeping there

he just chuckles and shifts a little bit to feel more comfortable

that night, Taehyung holds you dearly while he finishes his work. if you were awake, you’d probably see the slightest hint of adoration in his eyes whenever he’d stop working and look at you.

of course he loved you, way more than platonic. about half the population falls in love with their best friend anyways right?

but he wasn’t going to confess. he knew you deserve someone better

see, Taehyung, he sees himself as this messy and too emotionally damaged to even fucking function. much less start a relationship with you.

sure you were damaged like him, maybe even more, but he just can’t risk of hurting you and breaking you into pieces. you’ve already lost so much, he doesn’t want to add to that. so he opts for kissing you on the lips, just lightly. light enough so that it doesn’t stir you awake or anything of the like. he lays you down in his bed and bids you goodnight.

you and him started being friends back in the first year of college, you were both 4th year college students now. anyways, you used to visit the coffee shop he works at almost everyday. he’s seen you stress over your finals, seen you hang out with your friends there, also seen you cry when you boyfriend left you. 

you’ve always ordered something simple, choosing a black coffee instead of something creamy and milky.

until one day you decide to say, “surprise me,” to Taehyung and he just stares at you confused. then you tell him to give you something different, something he’d recommend to you.

alas Taehyung’s mocha latte was born !1!1!

 it was something simple and common as well but it held special meaning to him.

And so you started ordering his mocha latte while you stayed and studied at the coffee shop, eventually forming a friendship with Taehyung.

Anyway back to the present times

come Friday night and you were surprised to find out that Taehyung was going out on a date.

with Seo Soojin

the girl who hit him accidentally on the face

you were surprised with a lot things. first, knowing Taehyung was going out on a date. he wasn’t the type to date and settle down. I mean, of course he’d eventually settle down with a girl but not now. not while he’s in college.

Second, Soojin was actually pretty. In a goddess level, she might just be your girl crush lololol

And lastly, you thought that you had a chance with your gorgeous best friend. You knew he pecked you on the lips while he thought you were sleeping. You were sleeping at one point but you woke up when he lifted you up to place you on the bed. It took all of your willpower to not kiss him back but you were afraid of ruining things, despite the obvious actions he’s made.

But after days of convincing from your other friends, you decided to ask him out.

Yes, girls ask boys out now. it’s the twenty-fucking-first century after all

BUT THE UNIVERSE HAD OTHER PLANS

NOOO fate had to watch your best friend dress up in a nice tux and slick his hair back as he waited for Soojin to text him her address. You had to act all supportive while deep down you knew that him going out with Soojin was hurting you a lot more than you liked.

Now Taehyung,,,,,, he was more than surprised to feel his heart flutter at the appearance of Soojin. She really is pretty but he couldn’t help but think that you would look a lot better.

Their date surprisingly went well but he hoped that he just spent the night with you instead.

He came home to you watering his plants for him and he felt his heart flutter at the sight.

There you were, wearing his grey hoodie and god knows what else underneath

You had your earphones on while you tended to his cacti and various other plants 

If he were a murderer you’d be dead, no doubt bout that

So, he hugs you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder

You ask him about his date, ignoring the pang in your heart when he talks about how good it was

Instead of breaking your heart over the details in their date, you focus on his warm voice that almost made you sleepy tbh

Taehyung didn’t know why he narrated their date with so much enthusiasm. Maybe he wanted to get out a reaction out of you

But you stayed calm and interested with what he was saying, not showing any signs of jealousy or hurt

He goes to take a shower and he was expecting to have a movie night with you but surprised to see that you’ve gone to bed and so he does to 

You two don’t sleep well that night

SATURDAAAAAAY and Saturdays mean parties

Meaning, Taehyung and you getting shit faced and the two of you could barely make it back to your apartment alive

But it was no doubt your favorite part of the week

You got dressed up wearing something seductive yet still conservative on the side paired with the comfiest pair of heels you have

When Taehyung saw you all dolled up, he was like :000 DAYUMMMM

But he felt a little overprotective when he thinks about the people who’ll look at your body and all that so he gives you his jacket

Though you tell him it’s too hot and that you could handle yourself if ever something happens

You’re already in the party and Taehyung swears to himself that he’ll keep an eye on you and that if something bad ever happens to you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself 

He sees you out of your comfort zone, dancing around people and gathering attention from lots of people

You’re happy with the attention so you keep on partying

Taehyung was about to go to the bathroom, thinking that you’d be fine since you were just dancing, but then he sees a man talk to you

The man was fucking tall, very smug, very untrustworthy

His lips were too close on your ear and you seem very very uncomfortable

So Taehyung rushes to your side, grips your waist and says,

“Back off. She’s mine.” WITH THAT LOW AND SEXY VOICE OF HIS ASKJJDSK IM LOSING IT

But the guy had the aUDACITY to ignore Taehyung and continues “so, will you spend the night with me sweetcheeks?”

TAEHYUNG GROWLS AT PUSHES THE GUY WITH SO MUCH FORCE

You had to grip his arm and ask him to stop and not make a scene with the smallest voice you have

And just as you two were about to leave, the guy shouts “lucky you, you’ve got a fine piece of ass right there,” and that’s all it takes for Taehyung to throw his fist at the guy

Everyone stopped dancing and focused on the scene unravelling in front of them

Pulling Taehyung back you tell him “that’s enough,” and drag him out of the house

The whole walk home was quiet and the tension was thick

“It’s because of that damn outfit,” he says once you’ve entered your shared apartment

You scoff and bend down to take you heels off and say “It’s not my fault men can’t control their dicks,”

Taehyung looks at you with this animalistic glint in his eye and stalks toward you

“You should’ve been more careful, babygirl,”

His lips attack your neck

You couldn’t move because you were shocked and aroused all at the same time

He sucks at the sweet spot on your neck and it just turned you into a moaning mess

You tug his hair, moan his name 

“Jump,” he commands and so you do

He kisses your lip and you kiss him back with more force

Tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clashing, little spills of moans and grunts here and there

“When I saw you in that article you call clothes,” he chuckles “all I could think about was ripping it off of you right there and then,” he kisses your collarbones

“It isn’t the first time too. All the nights you spend snuggled up to me wearing my shirt with no bra on and I could feel your breasts pushed up against me,” he unzips your clothing and lets it fall to floor

·“God fucking dammit Taehyung. Fuck me already,” you say and he looks up at you

A smirk on his lips and eyebrows raised in challenge

He grips your hip and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to your bedroom

You were slightly expecting him to be just a tad bit gentle but clearly he was in a bad mood so he throws you into the bed and removes both of your clothes quickly

 “Suck,” he tells you and moans when your lips wrap around his digit

He brings his fingers to pump his cock a bit and pushes into your cunt without warning 

The force got you screeching and clawing at his back

“Fuck, harder,” you mewl and he obliges

He fucks you at an animalistic speed and his eyes bore into yours as he thrusts deeper into you 

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax and Taehyung’s thumb rubs your clit until you were coming

And he’s coming to and as much as you want him to finish inside of you, you knew that that wasn’t safe so he pulls out and cums on your tummy

He helps you scoot over and lays beside you

“I’m in love with you and this is probably the worst timing ever but I just want to say that I loved you for a long time and even if you don’t like me back, I’ll keep on loving you and-“ he rambles

But you cut him off with a sweet and slow kiss

“I’m in love with you too, Tae. Have been for a long time,” and you look at him 

The moonlight from the window doing wonders to his face

His lips turn into a small smile and kisses you again

And again

And again

“Do you know why I made you a mocha latte on that day?” he quietly speaks as he tangles your bodies together

“Ooooh that’s a question I’ve been dying to ask for a long time. Tell me. tell me,” you pipe

He breathes before saying, “you know how you alternate ordering an americano on bad and normal days and plain milk on warm and good days?” You nod 

“Well, a mocha latte is a combination of both with just with added chocolate flavouring and sugar,”

“That’s how you made me feel,” he says and you look at him with question marks in your eyes

He laughs, “Before you, my life was just plain and dull. Kind of like an americano,”

“But then you started visiting the café shop more and everyday it brought me a whole new feeling,”

“Every time you’re sitting at alone, whether it be studying or just reading, it made me feel a lot of things. happiness, curiousity, the whole butterflies in my stomach thing,”

“So think of the sugar and chocolate to be my growing feelings for you and yeah,” he laughs again and this time you laugh with him 

“I love you, even though you’re so damn cheesy!”

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you,” and you both smile and hold each other

“I think I’m going to have a coffee shop as my business once I graduate,” he says and you nod

And you two live life happy and healthy 😊) (safe to say the universe’s on your side now)

 SO SORRY IF THAT WAS TOOOOO LONG AND NGL I FEEL BAD FOR SOOJIN AND THIS SEEMS SO RUSHED AKJDS ANW HOPE Y’ALL LIKED IT :>

#kim taehyung au #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung headcannon #kim taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung au #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #bts au

[vampire03]

Diabolik lovers x Danganronpa AU (part 1)

Hi guys! I watched Danganronpa for the first time two weeks ago and I really liked it! I hope I got the conception right, because I think Diabolik lovers x Danganronpa will be a cool combination. Hope you enjoy it! TW for these shole series. They are reaaaaaly bloody!

"Hope's peak Academy" - a place where the best of the best study. Only ultimate students are accepted here - such who are better than anyone in something, whether it is dancing, maths, games, sports or something else, they were ultimate.

And then there was Y/N - an ordinary girl who always thought she had no special talent and just blended with the crowd. But one day she got a letter from "Hope's Peak academy" which said that she has been randomly choosen and accepted in the academy as the "Ultimate lucky student". Seriously, she couldn't believe her luck.

And this is how it started.

Y/N was standing in front of the academy, admiring how beautiful the building looked. She entered inside, waiting for her new classmates from class 79-B to gather up in the main hall for the first day at school.

While waiting, she was getting more and more anxious - she was going to be in a class with amazing people who were talented in sports, arts, studies etc. And she had no talent at all. Would she be able to fit?

Suddenly, she got dizzy and everything became dark.

When Y/N woke up, she was lying on a desk in a classroom. A classroom... with baricaded windows? With iron plates? What on Earth?!

Y/N looked around and saw a note, that was adressed to her, saying that she has to be in the school gymnasium at 8 o'clock. When she looked at the clock on the wall, it was exactly 8 o'clock.

"Uuuuu, I gotta hurry!" Rushed Y/N and as if by intinct she knew hwere to go and reached the gymnasium, where she saw 15 people waiting for her.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late! I somehow fainted and just woke up a minute ago!"

"Do not worry, you are just on time!" said a short girl with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hello, I am Luna Sakamaki! The Ultimate artist here!"

"H-hi!" cheerfully answered Y/N.

"Fufufu, another Bitch-chan! Things get better and better!" playfully said a tall boy with red hair and stunning green eyes. He was wearing a fedora and had a mole on his chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, nfu! I am Laito Sakamaki! The Ultimate male model! You have probably seen me on tons of magazins, haven't you?"

"S-sure..." Y/N nodded. He had somehow a different aura in real life...

"Why are we still here? Teddy and I are already bored!" Said a short boy with purple hair and eyes, in a really irritated tone.

"Hello, what's your na-

"WHO ALLOWED YOU TO SPEAK TO ME AND TEDDY?!?" The boy snapped. He looked kinda... psychic... He had that... weird look... combined with those bags under his eyes... Y/N decided it would be better if she didn't interact with him that much...

"Please forgive for the foolishness of my brother. His name is Kanato Sakamaki and he is the Ultimate doll-maker. As for me, I am Reiji Sakamaki, the Ultimate scientist." Calmly said a tall young man with black hair and red eyes. He was wearing glasses and looked very, very formal.

"Oi, oi, oi, OI! Oresama should introduce himself first!" A boy with red hair and green eyes approached. His clothes were a little messy.

"I am Ayato Sakamaki. But it's Oresama or Yours Truly for you!"

"Shut up already! I want to go home already!" An albino boy shouted angrily as he punched the wall, leaving a hole in it.

"Subaru-kun... You don't have to break t-the wall!" Squealed a blonde girl with pink eyes.

"And you two are...?"

"Oh, I am Yui Komori, the Ultimate assistant, and this is Subaru Sakamaki, the Ultimate fighter" answered the girl.

"I suppose we will have to introduce ourselves as as well, we are the Mukami brothers - I, Ruki, the Ultimate butler, Kou the Ultimate idol, Yuma, the Ultimate gardener and Azusa, the Ultimate doctor." A boy with dark grey hair and blue eyes said as he gestured towards his brothers - one blond boy (Kou) , one very tall boy (Yuma) and one very thin and unhealthy looking boy (Azusa).

"Hi!" They said together.

"You worthless vampires, you should have let us introduse ourselves first!" Said in a deep voice a young man with golden eyes and long white hair. He looked like a royal. "I am Carla Tsukinami, the Ultimate leader, you better remember that, woman."

"Yeah! And I am his brother, Shin Tsukinami!" Shouted a boy with golden eyes and peach hair. "And also, I am the Ultimate animal-trainer!"

"Yo, little princess! You should know that I am the Great Kino-Sama! Stop talking to these guys!" Demanded a boy with black hair and red eyes. He was holding a videogame in his hand. Yep. The Ultimate gamer.

"Ha... Bothersome..." Lazily said a tall blonde guy, who was lying on the floor in the corner.

"And this eyesore is Shu Sakamaki - the Ultimate violinist" said Reiji with annoyance.

"So you guys, uhhmm-

Y/N started, but was interrupted by a weird echoing voice:

"Pufufufu! Welcome, dear students, I am Monokuma, the Principal of this school! Congratulations for being accepted here! You already got to know each other, now it is time for the rules!" Said a tiny robotic bear - half white and half black. He had one normal and one red eye. And he. Was. Talking.

"I said quit this crap already! Who is pulling off this prank! First we lose conciousness, then we are locked here, and now a bear is talking and saying that he is the Principal!" Raged Subaru.

"I am not just a bear! I am a masterpiece! Now. Listen to the rules, children... Because you are going to follow them for the rest of your lives here, pufufu!" Mockingly said the bear.

"For the rest of our lives here?" asked Luna.

"That's right! This school is your new home forever! None of you will be getting out in this awful hopeless world again and you will live in harmony, following the rules!" Explained the bear.

"Is this why there are iron plates on all if the windows?" asked Yui.

"That's right! No peeking outside!" Laughed Monokuma.

"Oi, I said stop with this bullshit and let's get ove with this!" Shouted Subaru, as he ran towards Monokuma and punched him.

"OWWW, VIOLATIONS OF THE SCHOOL RULES, AGRESSION TOWARDS THE PRINCIPAL, YOU WILL BE THE FIRST PUNISHED!" Cried the bear. His red eye started glowing in a creepy way.

"Subaru, trow the bear far away, quickly!" Suddenly said Reiji.

In a rush Subaru trew the bear and it exploded in the air.

"Dude, these guys ain't joking!" Hissed Yuma.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Subaru shouted.

"Pfuffufufu!" Monokuma's voice was head again, as he appeared out of nowhere again, without a single scratch.

"You see? This was an example of what happens to those who break the rules here, fufufu! Now let me introduce you to the rules, so you can follow them without a problem from now on!"

"So you are saying that you will keep us locked here forever and we will have to live according to your rules, otherwise you will kill us?" Asked Ruki.

"Bullseye!"

"It can't be, this thing is actually real, at the same time it is not... What is it then...? auietly asked himelf Kou, as he held his hand on his eyes.

"That iss up to you to find out! Now finally, the rules. As you already know, you are going to live here forever. In peace and harmony, with endless food and water supplies. You willhave your own separate rooms with bathrooms inside! Girls' bathrooms have a bonus - they have locks! Each one of you has a special E-Handbook, which shows you your student profile and allows you access to different areas! These will be your student ID cards so do not lose them and do not try to destroy them! Also, the time between 10pm and 7am is called "Night hours". During that time it is forbidden to sleep somewhere else, but your room! I will make sure to inform you when Night hours begin and end!" Happily explained Monokuma.

"So you are saying that we are just going to get up, eat, walk around this place all day and then go to bed again? For the rest of our lives? There is gotta be a way outta here!" Said Ayato.

"Puhuhu... There actually is! In order to keep the harmony, students who dissrupt it, have to leave the school, right? We call it "graduation". And is there a better way to ruin the harmony than killing someone? Of course not! If one of you kills someone else withhout the others finding out who the murderer is, the murderer successfully graduates and is free to go and the others are punished for their wrong assumptions!" Monokuma said.

"P-punished? How?" Asked Y/N

"How, you ask? By being executed, of course!" The bear answered.

"EXECUTED?!" Everyone asked in horror.

"Puhuhu, yes. However, if the murderer is exposed by the other students, they get to live and the murderer is the only one to be executed, failing to graduate. Interesting, right?" Mocked Monokuma.

"No, this has to be a joke!" Y/N said, shivering.

"But it isn't! Now you are free to go and look around your new home! Remember that soon the Night hours will begin. Have fuuun!" Happily said Monokuma and suddenly dissapeared the way he appeared.

"Man..." Yuma said, scratching the back of his neck. "This is sick! And my phone is missing."

"Ours too..." replied everyone in unison.

"And not only that... Seems we are being watched 24/7..." said Kou, pointing at a camera in the corner. And another one near the door. And another one in the hallway...

"Well, since we have nothing to say to each other, let's all go around and look for a way out of the school". demanded Carla.

"Good" agreed Reiji. "Let's meet here again after an hour."

Everyone went their own way around the school.

Y/N reached the cafeteria where she saw that there really are tons of food and drinks, enough for everyone. She also found the Infirmary where there were a few nice beds, some medications and blood supplies. Then she found herself in a hallway with a lot of doors. The had locks and labels with different names. Yes, these were the students' rooms! So Y/N's room had to be somewhere here as well! In the end of the hallway, she indeed found a room with her name written on the door and a picture of her on ut as well. She found ther E-Handbook in her pocket and a pair of keys as well.

"One for the room and one for the bathroom, I assume." mumbled Y/N to herself as she indeed unlocked the room with one of the keys.

It was a nice spacious room. Of course, the windows had iron plates on them. A camera in the corner as well. There was a nice bed, a table and a chair, a wardrobe and the bathroom as well. Y/N remembered that she had to meet with the others soon, so she headed back to the gymnasium.

Everyone was gathering there again, looking dissapointed.

"We found no way out if here..." proclaimed Reiji. Ayato, Kanato, Laito and Subaru nodded, agreeing with their brother.

"Same for us. We circled around the whole area and found no other way out, but a starcase to a secound floor I persume. However, there was a barrier, so we could not reach it" Ruki said. Yuma, Kou and Azusa beside him.

"We also did not discover something to help us out." said Carla in a dissapointed voice. Shin nodded, mumbling to himself.

"Pain in the ass..." huffed Subaru.

Yui, Luna, and Y/N did not say a word. The only ones who were missing here were Shu and Kino. Where were they?

"Attention, students! It is 10pm! Night hours begin!" Monokuma's voice could be heard from everywhere.

"So soon?" Yui asked.

"Well, I guess we will have to go in our own rooms for now, see you guys tomorrow! Maybe the next day we will have a fresh start and will be more successful in finding a way out! Goodnight!" wave Luna at everyone as she left. The others left as well.

Y/N got back to her room. As she was about to get in bed, she found a note on the table which said:

"There are little gifts for you all under your beds! Sewing kits for the girls and tool kits for the boys! Use them creatively!

- Monokuma"

Y/N ripped the note to pieces and trew it in the trash bin. She checked under the the bed and indeed found a sewing kit there. There were diferent needles and scissors inside. And a little piece of paper with a plan of a human body, with all of it's weak spots marked on it. Y/N felt sick.

"I better go to bed... It will be troublesome if I am all sleepy yomorrow morning...I hope we will find a way out of here.." saind Y/N to herslef and she got under the blanket and turned her back to the camera. There was no way someone could sleep normaly while there is a camera at their face, right?

Phew! This is one of the longest things I have written! I hope you guys liked it and there are no mistakes. I wonder, when the bloody scenes come, should I try making pictures of them with the Diaboys, the way it is in Danganronpa? It will be cool, but it will take some time! You decide!

♡♡♡

#diabolik lovers #dl #sakamaki #mukami #tsukinami #kino sakamaki #au #danganronpa #tw

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

The OTHER Members of Eve’s Coven

Me and @lilmissrantsypants couldn’t fit all the coven in as cameos in chapter 3, so here’s a rundown on the members who didn’t make an appearance. I added some of the stuff that inspired us into making the characters, My wife just went crazy with descriptions for her characters.

Aleister & Tantomile Deering: A pair of twins who were orphaned during WWII. They had to scrape by to survive, with Tantomile whoring herself out for drug money. They were turned when Aleister begged for help as his sister was overdosing. They were plagued by psychic visions as mortals, their powers awakening fully when they were turned. They are practically inseperable nowadays.

Power: Aleister and Tantomile have innate psychic abilities, activated by touching someone. Tantomile can see into a person’s past, while Aleister can see multiple outcomes the future could hold and then latch on to the most likely scenario. Their vampiric power is a twin link that allows them to experience the emotions the other one does, as well as keep them connected.

Inspiration: The psychic cat twins Tantomile and Coripocat from Cats 

My wife came up with the basic concept and we workshopped them together from there; it’s a joint effort. She does Tantomile, I do Aleister.

Bartholomew Comstock: An overly aggressive puritan who was despised by his fellow townsfolk, he was banished from his New England home and forced to start a farm on his own. He nearly perished in the winter before Eve turned him. His hatred at being a disgusting, demonic creature such as a vampire is only ameliorated by his knowledge that Eve, having once been the angel Samael, ‘confirms’ his beliefs and allows him to eternally punish those he views as sinners.

Power: He believes his power gives him great strength against sinners, allowing him to inflict pain upon those who have done foul deeds. In truth, it is actually his own sins that give him strength, though his power does weaken as he exerts himself or runs low on blood (he cannot become unstoppably powerful).

Inspiration: The dad from The VVitch

Beatrix Cullen: Beatrix Cullen was a happy woman once, a skilled seamstress in the 1950s who simply loved the act of creation. She had an adoring boyfriend, and the two were set to be married, with Beatrix making a gorgeous wedding dress for her special day. But on that day, her groom never arrived, as he had been killed in a car accident on the way. Stricken by grief, Beatrix was easily convinced by Eve to join her coven, with the promise that perhaps her power could help her bring her husband back some day...

Power: Beatrix can imbue any object such as a sculpture or statue with life, essentially making golems without a magic scroll. Her most trusted golem is her mannequin, Manny, who often tries to steal her wedding dress. Her ultimate goal is to use her natural skills and her power to bring her husband back to life, stitching a Frankenstein monster of him and pieces of sleazy men who hit on her into a perfect flesh golem.

Inspirations: The bride from the Haunted Mansion, Kill Bill, Frankenstein, that one Tumblr post about 50s housewives fighting zombies with chainsaws, La Pascualita, Pegasus from Yu-Gi-Oh

Blanche Atterton: Daughter of Lady Drusilla Atterton, she grew up wanting nothing more than her mother’s love, though her mother was often far too preoccupied with “other things” (which she later learned was all of her plotting and planning to ensure her riches).When given the choice for vampirism, she excitedly vowed her loyalty to her mother and Eve. As she was only 15 at the time and children would not survive the turning, her mother waited until she turned 21 before turning her.Blanche does everything for her mother’s attention and love. She doesn’t hesitate to do her bidding in hopes of her mother praising her for it. She’s misguided, not evil, though her mother’s praise has given her a superiority complex and she’s a bit of a narcissist.

Power:  Blanche’s power gives her a powerful, painful scream. Those within 5 feet of her screaming will suffer from temporary deafness for 5 minutes. Whether they fall deaf or not, bleeding from the ears is very common, especially among mortals.

Inspiration: Drizella from Cinerella

Dee Comporre: Giorgio Nero’s faithful, somewhat obsessed bodyguard. She quite obviously has a crush on him due to her hatred of any woman who so much as interacts with Giorgio, though Giorgio just sees her as being a bit overprotective. She has a shaved head, and paints her face to look like a skull.

Power: She can secrete and spit a powerful corrosive acid that can melt through even metal.

Inspirations: D’Compose from InHumanoids

Dorian Ferris: A serial killer known as “The Ferryman,” who always leaves coins over his victim’s eyes. As a mortal, he had far too many close calls, and was nearly caught several times, particularly during a bout in a town back in 1999. He tends to target wicked people such as domestic abusers, rapists, crooked cops, and so on, sending them down the River Styx ahead of time to make the world a better place. He willingly joined the coven to escape punishment. More than anything, he just wishes to live a quiet, peaceful life.

Power: Has luck manipulation, which can allow him to do everything from dodge attacks by near misses or turn his surroundings into a Final Destination movie for opponents. He tends to activate a particular mode based on the whims of a coin toss. 

Inspirations: Jinx from Teen Titans, Final Destinatiin, Two-Face, Yoshikage Kira

Elizabeth Bathory:   The Blood Countess herself. After evading death in the 1600s thanks to Eve, she became a loyal follower of the demon, and was recruited into the Order of the 1800s. Dracula and Rasputin managed to defeat her and supposedly kill her, but Bathory is notoriously hard to slay. True to her infamous reputation, she tends to “Feed” by bathing in the blood of her victims. 

Power:Bathing in blood gives her an insane power boost; the longer she soaks, the stronger she gets. She can also absorb blood through her skin, though she can’t absorb the blood of supernatural beings this way.

Elvis Rey: Growing up near the border, Elvis always wanted to be like his hero, Elvis PResley. He obsessively watched the man’s performances and learned his every move. When the man died, he vowed he was going to become the greatest Elvis impersonator that ever lived. The 80s weren’t too kind to him, and drinking, gambling, and overeating left him looking like chubby later-years Elvis. With debt collectors crawling down his neck, he turned to Eve, and became a powerful vampire.

Power: He is capable of replicating any non-supernatural ability he sees. For example, if he watched a martial arts movie, he would be able to pull off those moves. Think the comic book character Taskmaster. 

Inspirations: Elvis (Presley), Elvis (God Hand)

Giorgio Nero: Giorgio Nero was a member of Cosa Nostra who attempted to retire from this life due to his wife and child. However, his past would eventually catch up with him, and his child was nearly killed, which lead to Giorgio accepting an offer he had once rejected, but now couldn’t refuse: vampirism and joining with Eve’s coven. Despite everything, he is an honorable man who dearly loved his wife and adores and accepts his child.

Power: You know Magneto? Like from X-Men? Imagine that but instead of a Holocaust survivor it’s an Italian guy. Boom.

Inspirations: Magneto, Risotto Nero from Vento Aureo, Metlar from InHumanoids

James Wilson: James was born in 1812 as a slave. When he was 8, he was gifted to the man one of his master’s daughters married, along with 13 other slaves. As his former master’s name was Wilson, he took that as his surname. He worked as a stablehand until he became a farmer at age 12. After a rather brutal beating when he accidentally dropped a bag of freshly picked potatoes at age 25, James encountered Eve. She promised to help free him. She turned him into a vampire (1837). He lived on the run until the Emancipation Proclamation was issued and went into full effect in 1863. James used to speak in thick, Gullah speech, but over time, it has lessened as he acquired modern language.

Power: James’s power gives him the ability to summon and play with water. He can use it however he wishes: to drown someone, to create a small unnatural pool to swim in, or to cool someone off with a quick sprinkle. This comes from his silent love for water, though he wasn’t ever allowed to swim or play in it.

Inspiration: Splash Mountain

Juno Nero: The child of Giorgio Nero. They tend to wear long black coats, masks, and facial bandages to hide their face and body due to extreme anxiety. They are mute as well, and communicate via sign language. They are nonbinary.

Power: They can stretch their body like rubber (think Elastigirl, Rubber Band Man, Plastic Man, you get the idea).

Inspiration: Tendril from InHumanoids

Lady Drusilla Atterton: Born in 1852 in England as Drusilla Graham to a middle-class family. She grew up idolizing the wealthy and decided she would do whatever it took to become wealthy herself.Met Josiah Kipling, a 28 year old man, when she was 22. He fell madly in love with her. She was overjoyed as he was quite wealthy. They married in 1874 and had two daughters together (Katharine [1875] and Blanche [1877]). However, after 8 years of marriage (1882), Drusilla (now age 30) fell out of love with him and secretly laced his food with rat poison, ultimately killing him. As they had personal chefs, it was deemed to be the fault of the chef, who was arrested and charged with the crime. As his widow, she inherited a share of his wealth.Over the next 10 years (1882-1892), Drusilla married 8 other wealthy men from all over the country, all who mysteriously died less than a year later in what were deemed to be unfortunate accidents.

Donald Thompson, married in 1883, died in a carriage accident.

Maurice Parker, married in 1884, died of a laudanum overdose.

Timothy Edwards, married in 1886, died by drowning

Christopher Watson, married in 1887, died by falling out of a second story window

Nathaniel Harris, married in 1888, died of apparent suicide

Bernard Carter, married in 1890, died of a hunting accident

Percy Clarke, married in 1891, died after being attacked by a burglar

Timothy Atterton, married in 1892, died in bed (cause unknown)

She met Eve in 1892 shortly after marrying Timothy Atterton. Eve had heard of her reputation as the Cursed Widow (but knew full well her husbands’ deaths were her doing). As Eve was extremely weakened, Amon turned her. With Eve’s assistance, she killed her final husband by scaring him to death by introducing him to Eve. Drusilla vowed her loyalty.With the knowledge of how to turn another from Eve (as Amon refused to tell her how), Drusilla offered the gift of vampirism to each of her daughters. Katharine ( refused and cut herself off from her mother, instead choosing to live a full and honest life. Blanche, on the other hand, being so keen to be accepted and loved by her mother vowed her own loyalty to both her mother and Eve. When she turned 21, Drusilla turned her as well (as she was informed that youth would not survive the turning).

Power: Her  power allows her to paralyze her target with a simple cold stare for a full 5 minutes.

Inspiration: Lady Tremaine from Cinderella

Lord Gordon Ruthven: A rich, aristocratic vampire who enjoyed luring in and preying on young women. He was part of the Order of the 19th century. He is currently a severed head, as his body was destroyed by the Silverwings.

Power: Can exude a charm aura that makes women more susceptible to his commands and desires, though it only works on women capable of being attracted to him (it would not work on lesbains, for instance).

Mabel Lockhart: A sickly young girl whose father made a deal with Eve to keep her from dying. Her dad is currently missing, and she is unsure if he’s even alive.

Power: She has the ability to absorb energy, such as steam energy, electrical energy, etc and gain boosts and power depending on what type she absorbs. For example, absorbing electrical energy would allow her to to shoot lightning. She can also absorb a person’s energy, but at most she can make them very lethargic and gets little else from absorbing that sort of energy.

Inspiration: Loosely based on the Pokemon Magearna

Maddox Hinton: Maddox was born in 1863 in a small town in England. He doesn’t talk much about his past, but he does boast about how he and his father were valued hypnotists in their small town. He was his father’s apprentice, learning how the art of hypnotism worked, though he wasn’t quite as successful as his father. This was what Eve used to convince him to turn to vampirism. It occurred when he was 25 and preparing to take over the family business.His power helped him convince his customers that they were actually under the effects of hypnotism. His father simply believed that taking over the business helped him tap into his true potential. 

He continued this way until Eve demanded his help. He lied to his dad, telling him he was going to travel abroad and spread their business, causing his father to take over the business once again.Maddox served Eve for a few years before she told him she didn’t need his help anymore. It was likely this that irritated him so much that he eventually became loyal to Amon while under the very convincing facade he’s loyal to Eve.

The rest of his past is unknown. All he will often tell people is he traveled all over the world, performing great feats under fake names as “world-renown hypnotists”. Maddox is a wild card. He does things for the fun of it or for his own pleasure, often without any sympathy towards others.

Power: Maddox’s power allows him to take control of another (similarly to Gabby’s). However, he can take control of up to two people at once. Instead of physically puppeteering them, he simply suggests they do something and they do it.

Inspiration: Vex from Lost Girl

Margaret Derwin: Margaret was born in New York City in 1902. She grew up with a love for music, particularly singing. She had dreams of becoming a famous singer.When she was 18, she pursued these dreams. She got a job as a dancer at a speakeasy with hopes of, eventually, being able to become one of their singers in time. It was there that she met Elizabeth, one of the other dancers. They secretly fell in love (which answered Margaret’s confusion about why she wasn’t interested in men). Eventually, they decided to run away to California together. They made plans and prepared for this, but on the day it was to happen, Elizabeth never showed up. Margaret later discovered she had changed her mind and, instead, was going to marry a man she’d met at the speakeasy.Eve found Margaret heartbroken and wandering the streets looking for a new job after quitting at the speakeasy (as it was too difficult to continue working there when Elizabeth was still there). Eve easily wooed her to her side. Though, as Margaret had good intentions, Amon had eventually been able to convince her to assist him instead as he wanted to ensure Eve would stop preying on innocent people like herself.

Power:  Margaret’s power involves her voice. Through singing, she can influence one’s emotions depending on her intentions (anger them, seduce them, calm them down, soothe them to sleep).

Nora: Nora’s memories are very faded. She knows she was born to a very poor family in Ireland. She knows she was sold as an indentured servant at age 13 in exchange for her tickets to America, board, and food. She knows she worked for that American family for 7 years. She knows she caught influenza and was promptly fired by the family for fear she’d infect them all. She knows she was near death, wandering the streets alone, when a massive black snake promised to save her. At the time, Nora believed it was just an illusion. She found out the next day, however, that it was not. She’d been saved by the gift of vampirism.Nora lived a long, long time as a homeless woman. She watched as America grew into a country of its own. She preyed on any she could find in order to survive. Eventually, she took residence in an abandoned house on a street. Over time, rumors spread that a ghost lived in the house on Blackwell Street. Her appearance and her power did much to add to this as well, as did the occasional mysterious deaths of those who wandered into the house hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost.

Power: Nora’s power allows her to become visible or invisible on command. She can only switch from one to the other every 10 minutes. She often uses this to frighten mortals and uphold her identity as the Ghost of Blackwell Street.

Tony Sugar:  Tony Sugar is the owner, spokesman, and iconic figure of the Lost Paradise Candy Company. With the help of Amon, he became one of the first successful Black candy makers in America. He’s very flamboyant, campy, and charismatic—essentially a black Willy Wonka. He is pansexual because, in his own words, “everyone deserves a little Sugar.” He is also an avid beekeeper.

Power:  He has the power to “mellify” corpses, filling them with a honey-like substance and turning them into zombies.

Inspirations: Tony Todd’s Candyman, Ruby Rhod, the song “Sweet Bod,” the myth of the mellified man

Walter Sherman: Formerly a college professor and devoted family man from the dawn of the 20th century, Walter was a good man known for always thinking forward and being able to accept new changes in the world. However, when a freak accident claimed the life of his wife and child, he couldn’t handle it and attempted suicide before being saved by Amon. He’s mostly in the coven out of loyalty to Amon.

Power: He has the power of adaptability, allowing him to easily adapt to any situation. For example, using lightning against him would make him adapt lightning resistance.

Inspirations: The Carousel of Progress

Wayne Nicol: A formerly friendly clown who was forced to witness unspeakable horrors during WWII. He survived the horrors, but was left fundamentally disturbed by the nightmare he had lived through. He joined the coven hoping to find some sort of safety, but as it turned out, Eve had other plans.

Power: Has the power to control and manipulate a person’s fears to weaponize against them.

Inspirations: Scarecrow (Batman), Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, The Day the Clown Cried

#The vampirino story

[ironmansuuucks]

Like Father Like Daughter - Part 5

dewey finn x stark!daughter reader

Hello all! So here we have part 5 of this lil dewey finn x stark!daughter series! i like this chapter better than the last one and it’s kinda sweet so yeah! this chapter is a continuation from the last and finally we get some happiness yeaayy! let me know if it was ok!

words: 2600

warnings: angst, drinking, swearing, lil bit of fluff

The kiss was intense. The kind that leaves you bewildered, forgetting where you are… the only thing you can concentrate on is the rhythmic movement of two. Your hands were in his hair, and his around your waist. What was going on? He tasted like tequila. It tasted good. Familiar almost. But you could tell he was drunk.

You had pulled away from him, lips lingering, ghosting over one another. “I can’t believe I found you” you fluttered. Dewey was less than coherent. He’d had way too much to drink and you tell by the way his eyes were glassy, and lazy. His movements were stumbled, and uncoordinated.

Suddenly Dewey’s hands slowly dropped away from holding you and he stepped back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you coldly. “y-you used me” he slurred, the hurt creeping out in his voice, and visible in his expression.  Guilt crept up in you, filling your whole being. “Dewey I’m sorry” you pleaded, but he shook his head, his eyes glistening with threatening tears as he realised who you were. The girl who crushed him. The girl he couldn’t get his mind off of. The girl who broke him. “y-you have no idea w-what you’ve done t-to me” he was crumbling.

You grabbed his hand “Dewey listen I really am sorry- I’ve changed!”. Dewey pulled his hand from yours. “you were like, th-the girl of my dreams. So smr-art, pretty, and this co-ol rock chick- but yo-you used me”. Ouch. That hurt. You could feel embarrassment and shame in the pit of your stomach, your insecurities creeping back up and spinning in your head. Tears threatened to spill. You didn’t need this right now. You were getting better. Trying. But that person was you at one point, you had done that so many times to different boys, but not Dewey. He was different. The only one who was different, and you ruined it. You looked into his eyes, and for a split second he looked back but shifted them to the side, crushed. He was too drunk to understand your apology, and he was too hurt. You know what they say, a drunk mouth speaks a sober mind. He couldn’t even pretend to be ok.

Maybe you should just get him back to his friends and you could phone your dad to pick you up. A tear escaped your eye, and you wiped it away as soon as it spilled “where are your friends Dewey?”. He shrugged, too drunk to know or care. “mm going to get an-nother drink” he stumbled to the bar. You followed him, not wanting him to get left alone. Dewey sniffled. Ordering another three tequila shots. You had no idea who his friends even were, or what they looked like. You lay your elbows on the bar and put your head in your hands, not knowing what to do.

Dewey slammed back another three tequila shots. He was about to order another three when suddenly the lights came on and everyone was being ushered out. Where the hell were your friends never mind Dewey’s? was it really half 3 already? Dewey was stumbling behind you as you were pretty much pushed out the door. Fuck what were you going to do? Once you were outside, Dewey had leaned against the wall, sliding down it to sit on the ground. He put his head in his hands “imma be sii-ick”. Fuck. “no Dewey your fine.. your fine!” you knelt next to him and rubbed his back. “where do you stay Dewey? Where’s your apartment?” you tried to encourage him, but he simply moaned in reply. he was way too fucked to be left himself. What if he got lost? What if he choked on his vomit in his sleep? You couldn’t leave him. “w-why am I so stupid” Dewey cursed himself, his hands running through his hair, head between his legs, trying not to vomit. You felt terrible, having no idea the effects that night had on him. Tears pouring down your face you took out your phone and started to phone your dad. Dewey would just have to come and stay at Stark tower. You couldn’t leave him here in the cold.

Pacing the pavement where Dewey was sat, you kept looking down the street, waiting to see that black merc pull up. It only took Tony roughly 6 minutes to get here in that thing. C’mon, C’mon… Finally! The sweet purring of the merc’s engine came roaring up the street and rolled up next to you on the pavement. You had yet to tell your dad about Dewey.

“right hon, get in, how was your night?” Tony rolled down his window, looking at you, your arms folded, trying to stay warm. “uhhmmm” you replied, moving to the side so Tony could see Dewey sitting on the ground, head in his hands. Tony squinted his eyes, before realising what was going on “oh you’ve got to be kidding me, nuh-uh, y/n- no!”.

You rolled your eyes, “dad listen to me, he’s fucked up, I don’t know where his friends are, or where he lives? And I can’t just leave him here!”. Tony sighed “I thought we were over picking up strays? get in”. He revved the engine.

You huffed, “dad, how would you feel if someone left me on the pavement like that?”. Tony looked at you, then at Dewey. “fine, get him in the car, but he’s sleeping in the guest room”. you grinned and kissed your dad on the cheek, “see, Tony Stark does have a heart”.

* * * * *

Dewey had no idea where he was. This was probably the most drunk he had ever been. He just wanted to sleep, and forget the world. “w-where am I” he slurred as you and Tony took him into Stark Tower, you had one of his arms over your shoulders and Tony had the other. You were now completely sober. Dewey was not.

“it’s fine dude you’re doing great” you assured him. you had attempted to push your feelings to the back of your mind. You didn’t need your dad to see you upset again. “yikes if anyone heard this they’d think we trying to kidnap and murder the guy ‘you’re doing great’?” Tony joked. You forced a small laugh. You still felt guilty. Poor Dewey.

As you approached the lounge, Dewey realised where he was. “oh my god, this is the cool place with all the g-guitars!” he pointed to the guitars in awe. You laughed lightly. Dewey suddenly looked up at Tony. “and h-hey! Its i-ironm-man!”. Tony rolled his eyes. “hey hey, if ironm-man and the silver surr-fing dude teamed up guess w-what they’d be?” Tony sighed. “they’d be alloys” Dewey killed himself laughing. Tony let his arm go “yep never heard that one”. Tony looked at you “where’d you find these guys?”. You smirked at him.

“right, I’ll make you both a coffee and I’ll bring him some water aswell”. You nodded, still holding Dewey. “ugh dad about him sleeping in the guest ro-“ tony cut you off. “yeah no you can put him in your room, but you have to keep an eye on him y/n. We don’t need a corpse on our hand. Just make sure he lies on his side.”

“she’s got eyes, of the bluest skies and if they thought of rain…” Dewey began to sing to himself as he put his head on your shoulder, his eyes closing with tiredness. You smiled at him sadly. “I better get him laid down and to sleep” you looked at your dad sighing. “at least he’s got a good music taste” Tony joked. You scoffed “you’re not wrong there”. “I never am sweetie” Tony winked.

You were about to take Dewey to your room before you turned to your dad “hey dad, do you think you could grab a bottle of mum’s secret hang over cure for our new buddy?”. Tony pretended to act shocked “you’re willing to give up some of our secret stash for a stranger?” you giggled. “This guy’s no stranger dad. He’s different. Trust me. You would love him. Mum would have as well.” You looked down.

Tony felt his eyes water, but he had to keep his cool in front of his daughter. He hadn’t heard you talk about someone like that ever. It warmed him because maybe this meant you were finally getting better. “sure thing kiddo, I’ll leave it on the bed side table. I’ll maybe even be so kind as to leave you a bottle there aswell.” he smiled. “thanks dad”. Dewey was just about sleeping on your shoulder, still mumbling the words to Sweet Child of Mine.

When you eventually got Dewey to your room he lay on the bed and began to fall asleep. You had managed to get his shoes off and his trousers as you decided that was best. Your dad came in and left the goods on the coffee table, handing you your mug. Dewey was passed out on the bed. “enjoy babysitting” your dad joked as he left the room.

* * * * *

For the most part it was fine. Until around 5:30 when Dewey suddenly jerked his head up “im going to be sick”. You had been scrolling through your phone but jumped into action when he startled you. “here follow me” you got up off the bed, but Dewey fell as he tried to get up “ow”. You rushed over to him and pulled him up “where the fuck am i-“ Dewey almost threw up. You rushed him to the bathroom where he fell to his knees and vomited in the toilet. You rubbed his back “it’s ok, you’ll be ok”.

Dewey sat up and leaned against the bath. He looked up at who he was with and his heart sunk. What the fuck was he doing here? “wait.. wait I don’t understand, how did I get here?” he began to panic. “hey listen it’s fine, I bumped into you in the bar tonight and you were too wrecked to be left yourself”. Dewey started talking to himself “what’ve I done? Why did I do this? what does wrecked mean?” you looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“listen Dewey, I don’t know if this is the best time to tell you this but I wanted to apol-“ he cut you off “wait did we have sex?” he was still panicking. Had he made the same mistake again? “ugh, no I wouldn’t do that to you, I don’t want to hurt you-“ “hurt me?” he cut you off again. “it’s a bit late for that.” All you could feel was the shame and guilt in the pit of your stomach.

Dewey felt embarrassed, but he had to let out how he was feeling. Although, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked in your over sized t shirt and bed head.

“you really hurt me y/n”. you looked down and fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt. “I know Dewey, I know. And I really can’t apologise enough for it. I really was a dick. I had so many issues that I hadn’t dealt with and it really turned me into a mean person. But I really didn’t mean for you to get hurt…” you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I really didn’t. you were this new hope when I met you that night. Like no one I’d ever come across before. This beacon of light. And.. and I ruined it and for that I’m so, so, sorry Dewey.” Your eyes darted back down “and I totally understand if you wanna get up and leave and never see me again-“ suddenly Dewey grabbed your hand. Your breath hitched in the midst of your tears and you looked up at him.

“never see you again? y/n you’re the only thing I’ve been able to think about for the past four months. sure you hurt me, and it’s taken its toll on me.. but you had a beautiful soul. I just kept thinking that maybe I had brought out another part of you.. maybe there was someone under that charade.. because she would be a beautiful person.” He looked into your eyes, sympathetically. Dewey knew that there was more than what he had scratched on the surface. He didn’t tell you that, but he knew it. And he knew that when it was stripped away, someone truly amazing was there and waiting.

“I really am trying to fix myself, I promise. I’m not how I used to be. I’ve stopped going out as much, I take better care of myself.. I thought I was fixed until I bumped into you tonight and I realised that there was something missing.” Dewey smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tear from your face. He wasn’t sure if he was still drunk and was half dreaming this, or if he would feel different in the morning.. but right now he didn’t care. The thing he had been thinking about for four months was sat in front of him.

“you know, my mum used to have this saying ‘wits fur ye’ll no go by ye’ and it means, things that are meant to be, won’t pass by you.. and it’s how I feel when I’m with you Dewey…”. You looked him in the eyes and he looked back, adoringly. Dewey went to kiss you, was he still drunk? Or was this is heart talking, stuffing his mind with a sock in its mouth. But you pulled away “no.. I don’t want you to think I’m the same person I was.. I want to do this properly.” you exclaimed. Dewey looked up at you and raised his eyebrows, smiling. It was probably the only time he would ever be happy being rejected from a kiss.

You stand up, and pull him up with you. “c’mon, lets head to bed.. we can talk more in the morning when I’m sure you aren’t still drunk” you laugh lightly. Dewey smiles and follows you to the bed. In the beginning, you both lay on separate sides of the bed, but insecurities begin to creep in. “thank you for bringing me in.. and I’m sorry you had to deal with me..” Dewey admitted as he fiddled with the bed sheets. You turned to face him, “don’t be sorry, I’m just glad I found you and you didn’t end up on your own”.

The atmosphere was comfortable. It felt as if you had known one another for a long time. “I just.. I just feel like sometimes I’m not good enough…” Dewey opened up. Your heart broke. You knew exactly how this felt and it was a nasty, cold thought that haunted the majority of your life. You opened your arms out and welcomed Dewey into your embrace “come rest your bones next to me”. He looked over at you, and slowly moved over to you. You put your arms around his neck and he around your waist. You squeezed him tight. “everything will be ok.. if you wanna talk, I’m here. It’s what the wee hours are for”. Dewey furrowed his eyebrows “where the hell do you get your phrases? Wee hours? Come rest your bones next to me? What was the one earlier?... Wits fur ye…” you chuckled, “wits fur ye’ll no go by ye?” you finished. Dewey laughed “yeah those ones”.

You sighed heavily “they actually come from my mum.. she was Scottish…”.

(Fun Fact, I am actually Scottish!!)

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Occupied

Commission for @wombatking

Rated: general

Warnings: none

Pairings: Rayla/Callum

Word Count: 1,447

Summary: After Rayla becomes injured, she is ordered on a month of bed rest, and Callum takes it upon himself to keep her busy.

“Does it need to be in a cast?” Rayla asked the Katolis healer. She’d been out in the forest with Callum, and she’d slipped down a ravine while trying to cross it. Her foot had become caught under a rock, and it had taken both her and Callum to get it out. The first thing she’d noticed was the pain. She’d been injured before of course, and there had been the issue with the binding around her wrist, but this was worse. This hurt. It radiated through her foot and up to her knee. Callum had walked her back to the palace, carrying most of her weight, and they had instantly been taken to a healer. Callum had sat with her as she’d been diagnosed, and was still sitting with her, holding her hand. Rayla was okay with that. The pain was terrible, and maybe, just maybe, she needed the comfort. 

“Yes,” the healer said. He began working on said cast. “Your foot is broken, Rayla. If you move it you could hurt it even more.”

“But I don’t want a cast,” she complained. She didn’t want her movement restricted by a stupid injury. 

“Rayla, come on,” Callum said. “This is for the best.”

Rayla shot him a glare, but then her expression softened. He was right. This was for the best. 

“How long will I not be able to walk on it?” she asked.

"A month,” the healer told her as he began fitting the cast to her foot. Rayla winced at the pain that caused, nearly moved her foot out of the way, but thought better of it. This man was just helping her. 

“A month?!” she asked incredulously.

The healer just nodded. “It takes a while for broken bones to heal.”

But what about her training? Her fighting? Rayla would be completely defenseless.

“What am I supposed to do for a whole month?” she asked hopelessly.

“I’ll give you crutches so you can get around,” the healer told her. “It takes practice, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“I’ll keep you occupied,” Callum said. “I’ve been on crutches before. Broke my ankle when I was ten. Mostly just stayed in bed.”

“That sounds so boring,” Rayla complained. 

Callum poked himself in the chest. “Not with me, it won’t be! I promise.”

Rayla made an attempt to smile at him. Her boyfriend really was sweet. “Okay.”

---

“Art lessons?” Rayla questioned. “Really?”

“I thought it might be fun,” Callum said. He’d brought his big sketchbook with him, and he’d acquired one for Rayla. There were different types of charcoal spread out on the bed. Rayla was sitting up, propped up by pillows. She hadn’t really moved from bed. She didn’t know where to go right now with her foot like this, and servants had brought her food for her. “I’ve never really taught anyone before but I can’t be too bad.”

Rayla laughed. She couldn’t imagine Callum teaching anyone anything. 

“Okay, let’s give it a go.” She opened her sketchbook. She didn’t quite know what to draw. Maybe Callum? That seemed like a challenge for a starting artist though. She’d never done this before. All of her free time went into fighting practice, because she had to be good. She had to be perfect.

“How do you draw?” Rayla asked him.

“Well, I start with an outline,” Callum said. He picked up a piece of black charcoal, began drawing, and Rayla recognized the shape of a face. “I can draw from my head, but looking at something to draw is good for starting out. Pick something in the room to draw.”

There was a bowl of fruit on the table across from the bed, but drawing that seemed silly. She wanted to draw Callum. So, she picked up a piece of charcoal and began. 

Annnd his head was lopsided. Rayla tried not to pay too much attention to that, but her perfectionism was getting to her. She tried drawing his eyes, but with the head all wrong, it didn’t look right. With a growl of frustration, she flipped to the next page to start over.

“It’s okay,” Callum told her. He reached over and laid a hand on her wrist. “You’re not going to be perfect.”

“But I want to be perfect.”

Callum shook his head. “Not even I’m perfect, and I’ve been at this for years. It’s alright.”

So Callum wasn’t perfect. But his drawings were beautiful! Oh well, maybe Rayla could throw aside perfection, just for the afternoon. 

She started again.

They talked as they drew, Callum giving her pointers here and there. He seemed not to notice that she was drawing him. She wished she could capture his expression while he worked, that look of focus, that almost-pouted lip. Rayla took a look at his drawing, recognized the face, the hair, the horns. He was drawing her!

Rayla wasn’t all that good when it came to shading. Now that she was focusing on it, it was hard to understand how light and shadow worked together, to really look at something and see those differences. 

But, Callum didn’t mind. He didn’t tell her her drawing was bad. He didn’t tell her to start over. He didn’t care about her perfection like those in her life before him had.

“Done!” Rayla declared after about an hour. She held up her drawing to show Callum.

He looked at it, tilted his head. “Is that me?”

Rayla blushed, lowered the sketchbook back into her lap. “Yeah.”

“Pretty good for your first try!” Callum said. He blushed too. “I assume you know who I’m drawing.”

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” Rayla told him, and she was being honest. Callum was very good at his hobby.

Callum laughed a little, and it was a delightful sound. “Now let’s clean up and get you some food.”

Rayla’s stomach rumbled. She couldn’t complain about that.

---

Callum made it his duty to keep Rayla as occupied as possible. She wasn’t allowed to be bored while on bed rest. Of course, she did grow bored on occasion, but who wouldn’t when in bed for a month? 

He showed her his favorite board game, his favorite card game. She got very good at the cards, and rather enjoyed them. Callum would make silly faces at her, jump around the room making wild noises, all to make her laugh. And it worked. It distracted from the pain of her foot. Of course, the healers were giving her a potion for that, and sometimes it messed with her mind. One time, Callum and Rayla had been laying in bed together, enjoying the sun spilling through the windows, and Rayla asked him: 

“What do you think the color blue tastes like?” It had been an hour since taking her potion, and strange questions like that were popping into her mind.

Callum rolled over to face her. “The color blue?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. Maybe like cake?”

Rayla laughed. “Ezran would like that.”

Callum laughed too. “I suppose he would.”

Though, the more Rayla took the potion, the less it affected her thoughts. She realized in embarrassment the things she had said, and tried apologizing, but Callum said it was no big deal, that it had been amusing to him. Rayla was glad he had just gone along with her silly ramblings. 

One afternoon, sitting up in bed and playing a board game, Rayla put her face in her hand and sighed.

“What is it?” Callum asked, putting down his piece.

“I’m not used to this,” Rayla complained. “I should be training or something. But instead I’m useless.”

“You’re not useless,” Callum countered.

“No?” She looked at him. “I can’t fight right now. I can’t protect people if something bad happens. I can’t protect you.”

Callum took Rayla’s hand. “Look, it’s okay. Your worth is more than just in your fighting skills.”

“Is it?” Rayla was having a hard time believing him.

“Yes.”

Rayla wondered if Callum was telling the truth. But, then again, he hadn’t left her over this. The instant she couldn’t fight, Rayla had expected to be abandoned by him, but instead he had been constantly by her side, doing his best to keep her occupied. And it had been working. Her cast came off in a week, and she didn’t feel so bad because Callum was around. He genuinely cared for her, whether she could fight or not. 

Rayla squeezed his hand, gave a smile. “Thank you. I guess you’re right.”

Callum smirked at her playfully. “You know I am.” He looked down at the board, didn’t release her hand, and Rayla was grateful for that. “Now, where were we?”

#tdp #the dragon prince #rayllum #callum #rayla #hurt/comfort #fluff #fanfiction #writing

[drondskaath]

Doedsvangr | Serpents Ov Old | 29th October, 2021

International Black Metal

Artwork by Khaos Diktator Design

Featuring members of VI, Aosoth, Horna, Sargeist, Nordjevel

https://doedsvangr.bandcamp.com/album/serpents-ov-old

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