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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Robin Hood Summary: Never Say Neverland - Set during Season 3A when our crew finds themself in Neverland. What if The Shadow brought Roland instead of Neal…I started this a long time ago - if anyone would like a continuation, I would happily do so but I definitely need a season 3 rewatch first to remind myself of all that happened!

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Regina

“Show yourself before I set fire to the earth you stand on.”

Her eyes shot to the rustling foliage as her nostrils flared with the thrill of a possible fight, fire burning at her fingertips and a thirst for blood thrumming through her veins as she awaited her predator’s attack. She was exhausted, her feet were swollen and blistered in her boots and her neck was aching something terrible from countless nights spent sleeping on the ground and studiously ignoring both the Charmings and Emma for fear that she would soon kill them all - she was in no mood.

In all honesty, she was hoping to find either Pan or one of his vicious four-foot cronies hiding behind the shrubbery but instead she was surprised when, rather timidly, an even smaller boy appeared before her.

His hair was wild, curls ragged and matted with dirt, his cheeks were smudged with mud and his clothes were ripped and frayed. He carried nothing other than a small tattered teddy that was clutched in a tight palm, its legs dragging on the ground with each small step the child took. Dark eyes were on her hand and the fire burning bright above her skin and so, after a moment of staring rather dumbfoundedly at the boy, she closed her fist and extinguished it with a growing frown.

He didn’t look like one of Pan’s boys but she was no fool to Neverland’s ways, the land itself as terrible and manipulative as its leader so she moved no closer to the child but instead kept her eyes trained upon his, her head tilted in her studying.

“You can do magic?”

His little voice tugged at her heart, at the mother inside of her who ached to call him over and wipe away the tears she could see glistening on his cheeks, but if he was nothing more than a decoy, an illusion sent to leave her vulnerable to attack then she would never find her Henry and that was something she couldn’t risk. “I can,” she replied calmly and evenly, still watching him for signs of sudden movement but he simply stood and stared up at her with a quivering lip as he chewed at his thumb.

“My papa said that magic is bad,” he told her, his voice growing tight and his eyes watering. She guessed it to be at the mention of his father though she couldn’t say for sure as her head tilted even further, her brow furrowing as her eyes narrowed slightly because he didn’t seem to be a shapeshifting sprite nor could she detect any new magic in the air. He radiated an innocence that her very gut told her could not be fabricated.

Regina took a cautious step closer to the boy, breathing steadily with hands ready by her side as she asked “and where is your papa?”

His bottom lip wobbled once more as fresh tears trailed from his unblinking eyes, glistening in the starlight above them, “in the ‘chanted Forest”

Her ears perked at that, at the mention of a home that had once been her own. She softened both her stance and her demeanour a little when she asked “and why isn’t he here with you?”

“The man said that the shadow only comes for children,” he explained tearfully, “he told me to say some words and when it came I’d be okay but I wasn’t…” he was crying in earnest now, his cherubic face scrunched with distress, reliving the moment as he told her, “he took me from papa.”

“Why did the man want you to call for the shadow, sweetheart?” she couldn’t help the endearment as much as she couldn’t help but walk closer to him, her own expression sympathetic for his little cries were unbearably sad.

He hiccuped as he moved to speak, bringing the hand not holding his teddy up to rub at his eye before managing “he wanted to get to his Henny.”

Her blood ran cold at that, her lips parting on a gasp as she froze in place - Neverland suddenly felt a lot colder. “Wh-what,” she coughed lightly to clear her throat as she lightened her voice in an attempt not to frighten the boy even more, “what was the man’s name?” and when the child only continued to cry, sniffling, she asked “was it Neal?”

“Yeah!” he seemed to perk at that and instantly she was dropping to her knees before him, this child was not dangerous but he was most certainly lost. And Neal was alive ?

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m Regina. What’s your name? How long have you been here?” she asked, unsure of how to comfort the boy without frightening him though she was encouraged by the way he seemed to shuffle a little closer to her so that the toes of his tiny brown boots were half an inch from touching her knees.

“Roland.” He shook his head, his bottom lip pulled out in the most heartbreaking of pouts “I don’t know,” before he was trembling and falling into her open arms, “I wanna go home!”

“I know, little one” she soothed, holding him to her with an arm around his waist and a hand in his hair as she rocked them slowly from side to side in the hopes of comforting him, “so do I.”

#outlaw queen #oq au #oq ff #dimples queen #ouat #daggzandarrows

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believingispowerfulmagic · 1 year

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Wednesday100: “Regina’s Birthday”

Set in the Missing Year

Roland insisted on making the cake himself but eventually agreed to let Robin and Granny help him. It was still unevenly covered in icing – some parts had too much, some nothing but he was proud of it. Robin carried it upstairs to Regina’s room. She had hidden herself away all day and Robin feared his son would be disappointed.

To his surprise, Regina opened the door. Her expression softened when she looked down as Roland lifted the cake up. She took it from him, studying it before praising his work. Basking in her smile, Roland said:

“Happy birthday, Your Majesty!”

#once upon a time #wednesday100 #outlaw queen #dimples queen #oq ff #missing year

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especiallyqhere · 1 year

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Heyyyy~✨ Guess who's now obsessing over an AU they made? IT'S ME!!!!

Welcome to the MP100 "Outlawed Future! Au" - What if the casualties of [???] caused Espers to be banned nationwide?

Can't tell you more than that because of spoilers but I have been thinking of this AU so much that I'm going to be creating a comic! It'll hopefully be on my Tumblr (And maybe Tapas?)🎉

So far, I've drawn Teru, Mob, Ritsu, Shou, Tome and Dimple! Have a looksy~ Also there's a sneak peek of my comic at the end :3

#mp100 #mp100fanart #mp100dimple #mobpsycho100 #mobpsycho100fanart #mp100 au #MP100: Outlawed Future #shigeokageyama #terukihanazawa #ritsukageyama #shousuzuki #tomekurata #dimple #mp100:of #mp100OF

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suseagull04 · 11 months

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What was he thinking?

His men must think he's crazy, leaving Roland with her. She loves it though, though it reminds her painfully of Henry. She wishes every day that her little prince was with her.

"Gina, can we bake cookies?"

She laughs. "Of course."

Chocolate chips are stirred amongst flour and brown sugar, milk, vanilla and eggs, and the dough is formed into loose balls. Roland can't do it without getting some on his nose, of course, making her chuckle. Afterwards, she reads to the sleepy boy as his eyes slowly close.

Maybe babysitting isn't so bad after all.

#wednesday100 #outlawqueen #reginamills #robinhood #regina mills #ouat fanfiction #outlaw queen #outlaw queen fanfic #roland hood #dimples queen #oq ff

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staytinyville · 5 months

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Stay Alive (31)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: smut (MDNI)

A/N NOT BETA. YOU GUYS! I have a permanent taglist in my main masterlist if you wish to be added to my imagines. Taglist for my fics are currently not available though. It is currently closed for this story and my OUTLAW one. However if you wish to read my imagines (I have a couple coming out soon) Please be sure you check it out!

The area your grandparents lived in was surrounded by mountains. The town was small and consisted mostly of farmers who traveled by foot rather than car. Everything was close by so there was no need for such bug vehicles that only took up space. Reaching your childhood summer home, it made you smile as you passed by the same trees and winding roads.

It was night time though, and a good majority of the boys seemed to have huddled together as you took winding roads that were close to cliffs. They would cry about going slower on the turns. You shook your head, Namjoon in the passenger seat telling you that they were just scaredy cats.

So when the roads evened out and you were finally at your grandfather’s traditional home, they all piled out taking in the smells and sights. Well what they could see for the moment. As you grabbed your backpack, you noticed the lights still on in the house making you frown.

“Grandpa!” You called after knocking on the door. “What are you doing awake?”

You noticed the man wrapped in a blanket watching tv. He sat cross legged on the couch, cuddled into the cushions. You smiled at how adorable he looked, moving to take a seat next to him. When he turned to greet the boys, his face suddenly changed into one of shock as one by one the boys walked into the house.

“I was waiting for you.” He told you. “You told me you were coming with friends but I didn't think they were boys. And seven of them.” He spoke up, looking back at the boys.

“Yeah.” You said, standing up to stand next to them. “I'm sorry about it.”

“I don't know if there's beds for all of them.” He said.

You smiled as he didn’t seem to question why you had seven boys visiting him. You didn’t know how to break it to him yet that they were magical creatures. Now that you would have to leave the home for a while.

“Don't worry.” Namjoon told your grandpa. “We'll figure something out, sir.” He gave a dimple smile that made your grandpa nod his head.

“Well alright.” The old man nodded his head, coming to a stand from the couch.

“Let's go to bed, Grandpa.” You told him, leading the man to his bedroom. “We'll talk in the morning.”

After making sure your grandfather was in bed, you softly shut his door and walked back out to the other boys.

“Everything alright?” Jin asked you.

“Yes.” You nodded. “He might forget things but he means well.” You told them.

“It's no trouble for him?” Yoongi spoke up.

“Yeah.” You grinned. “He was excited to have me home.”

“This is where you grew up?” Jimin asked, looking around at the pictures your grandma had put up in the house.

“I'm from here.” You told them, leading them back out to take them to the second bedroom. “But I moved to Seoul for university. My grandparents were so excited to hear I was going.” You slide open the door, moving to the side.

“Four of you can sleep here.” You spoke up, looking around the small room. “The other three can sleep in the living room.” You turned back to them.

“I'll make the bedrolls.” Taehyung spoke up, looking for things to transfigure.

When you got them all settled, you went to check on the room that you often used. When you opened the door, Hobi had taken a peak in. While the others seemed to be talking to themselves, the man followed you around as he took in everything about the traditional home.

“Do you mind?” He asked when he stepped into your room.

“Not at all, Hobi.” You smiled, gathering some things to take to the boys for them to sleep comfortably.

When you returned back, Hobi was smiling over the trophies and ribbons you had from when you were in school.

“You were in dance?” He asked you when you returned.

“Yeah.” You smiled, looking at your pictures that showed you on stage or in an extravagant pose. “When I was a kid I had the dream of being an idol.”

“And?” Hobi suddenly looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to continue.

You laughed a little, remembering how long it was you wanted to be on stage and perform for people. But that changed when you got older.

“I like helping people more.” You told him. “My grandfather was the doctor in the village for a long while. I used to go to his clinic to watch him. It's where I found the love for medicine.”

“They would love you back home.” Hobi told you.

You noticed how well they seemed to be holding in their tears about finally being able to leave the facility. Had it been you in their place, you would have already started to bawling back in your apartment. And they had from what you vaguely remember hearing on the trip here. Some of them had slept and the others watched the passing scenery.

Namjoon was the only one who held a conversation with you, but he still kept his eyes on the road, lips trembling each time you would turn to look at him.

“How does it feel?” You asked. “To be going home soon?”

“I'm kinda scared.” He sniffled, looking down with a sad expression. “I missed so much.” Tears began to well in his eyes. “Did my family move on? Is my older sister doing okay? Does she have her own family? I'm sure all the boys feel that way.”

You frowned, reaching out to grab Hobi’s cheeks delicately between your hands. Giving him a smile when his eyes met yours, you leaned forward to place your forehead with his.

“Hey, I'm sure they're still waiting for you.” You told him. “A family never forgets one of their own.”

Hobi closed his eyes as he felt your heat radiant onto him. He could feel your energy calming him down. It wasn’t the same as Namjoon’s empathic abilities or Jin’s way of sensing someone’s aura, but it was his way of feeling someone’s true nature. Everyone had an energy about them that created the kind of person they were. And your’s was something that brought Hoseok comfort.

You looked up at him as he pulled away, a soft smile on your lips. “You mean a lot to us.” He told you, holding you by the waist. “The world we are from–we want to share it with you.”

“I’ll follow you.” With that Hobi softly placed his lips against yours.

Hoseok was passionate about everything he did. He put so much work into reaching the place he wanted to be–and even then sometimes it might not be enough for him. He wanted to make sure that others were able to appreciate what he did. He wanted people to know that he tried hard for each one of them.

It showed in the way he would take care of his brothers–in the way he would care for you if you ever had questions. It also showed in the way he kissed. You wanted to be there for him, let him know that all his efforts were being acknowledged. Just like Taehyung, Hobi also needed to be told how great he was when it came to magic. While he so obviously was someone who took charge, much like Namjoon, you wanted to have the chance to take care of one of them. If they allowed you to, that was.

When you pressed yourself closer to Hoseok, the man immediately placed his hands on your waist, keeping you from moving closer to him. You pulled away from him, keeping your forehead pressed to his.

“I know you want to take care of us, Hun.” He breathlessly spoke. “But trust me–us taking care of you means a lot more than you taking care of us.”

His lips brushed against yours one more time. “All you have to do is be ours.”

“I already am.”

His lips moved with more vigor this time, sucking in a large breath through his nose as he allowed his inhibitions to leave his body. His hands moved down to the back of your thighs, quickly gathering them between his hands and pushing you to jump. Your ankles locked behind him, his hands holding you up but gripping onto your backside.

His fingers touched the folds between your legs causing you to flinch from the tickle. It was a light touch that had you grinding your hips down. Hobi pulled back from the kiss giggling to himself at how you seemed to wither from his touch.

He moved you over to the bed, softly placing you down as he pulled back to look at you fully. Every touch he seemed to give you made you giggle, your body buzzing from nerves. Anything that seemed to touch your skin caused you to wiggle away from it.

“I’m not even doing anything.” Hobi laughed.

“I’m sensitive.” You breathed out.

“Were you like this for the others?” He teased leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

“Not this much.” You told him honestly.

“You’re buzzing. I can feel your energy–it’s intoxicating.” He explained.

His fingers moved down to your pants, pulling at them slightly. When you raised your hips up, he used it as permission to take it all off. When he finished taking off your pants he pulled his shirt over his head, feeling overstimulated with the fabric touching his skin.

You watched as he rolled his shoulder around, his fingertips gripping onto the skin of your thighs to help ground him back from the sensitivity. You laughed lightly, seeing as he was going through the same thing.

The slight sting that came to your thigh had you gasping, looking at Hoseok with wide eyes. He glared playfully, giving you a scolding. “Don’t laugh.” He told you.

You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling, nodding your head. You pulled your own shirt off wanting to feel Hoseok’s skin against yours. After you did, you tugged on his arm, wanting him to place his body over yours.

However he quickly gathered both of your hands and shoved them above your head, keeping them from moving. He did lay down against you, his chest pressing against yours causing you to sigh and arch further into him.

“We’ll get to it, Hun.” He whispered. “Be patient.”

“Hobi.” You whine, lips forming a pout.

He laughed slightly. “You’ve had the others. It’s my turn.” He kissed you one last time before standing back up.

You sat up a little to watch him take off his pants and boxers. Once he was fully naked, you felt your heart rate spike and had to curl your fist into a ball to keep from reaching out for him. Once he got comfortable, he places his knees on the edge of the bed, making you spread your knees.

You squeaked, suddenly feeling shy over the whole thing, trying your hardest to close your legs again. However Hoseok kept his hands on them, keeping your legs open for him to fit between them.

“What happened?” He teased. “Why are you trying to fight me?” He kissed his teeth, thrusting his hips forward to nudge his length against your core.

The noise he got from you made him smile evilly, moving his hips back and forth as his length became wet with your slick. He sucked in a breath, using his thumb to keep his length nestled between your lips.

“Wait like a good little mate.” Hoseok whispered, being mesmerized by the way your core clenched around nothing.

Each time the tip would get caught on the hood of your slit, he would bite his lip nudging the spot harder as you seemed to react to it as well. He moved back a bit, grabbing your ankles to hold them up and close them. His head tipped back as your thighs added to the stimulation.

You whined and bucked your hips, huffing each time his tip would catch on your entrance. You would try to move against him to make him enter but he was quicker than you and moved before you could do anything.

“If you don’t stop, I will.” Hoseok warned, crawling back between your legs to hold your hips down.

As he watched you wither against the bed, he smiled sweetly. “Does the baby want me to fuck her?” He pouted.

Leaning over, he moved some of your hair away from your face, pecking your lips as he nudged his knees closer to your thighs to get comfortable.

“Hobi.” You whined out.

“Since you helped us so much.” He whispered. “You deserve everything you want.”

He leaned up for a moment, grabbing onto his length to line it up with your entrance. You groaned out, trying to be quiet by focusing all your thoughts into gripping the sheets. When he pushed forward you let out a whimper that was music to Hoseok’s ears. The way your toes curled behind him. The way you seemed to clench your thigh muscles to allow the nerves of everything to go down your body.

And when he started to move, he had to hold you down to keep from separating too far. As he watched his length disappear in and out of you, his breathing seemed to go ragged. He was so focused on the way his hips moved you began to grow mesmerized with the way Hobi was so focused on you.

His look of bliss made a shiver go down your body, starting the build up of your orgasm. As your whimpers grew to be quick and whiny, Hoseok looked up, shifting his legs just a bit, causing him to hit the edge of your core.

You grunted out, crying as you felt full from his ministrations. He leaned back over to your face, continuing to move inside you.

“Pretty girl,” He cooed. “Are you close?” He asked.

“Hobi.” You whined shutting your eyes closed.

You were quick to grip onto his shoulders, fingers messaging into his skin.

He groaned when he felt you clench. “Come on. Let go for me.”

With a cry of his name, the bubble that had formed burst and you were seeing stars. Hobi groaned out loud going faster in order to finish with you. And the way your core seemed to clench onto him from the overstimulation and pulsed around him, it was easy to find release.

His groans were amazing, something you could hear all the time. Just like some of the other boys, Hobi was someone who enjoyed performing and showing off. And when he released onto your thighs, you let out a quiet moan from the warm feeling.

Hoseok panted as he turned onto the side of the bed for a rest. He only needed a few moments to get back up and help to clean you. However as he watched you play with his cum on your thighs he seemed to gulp and take in a deep breath.

You turned to look at him, eyes hooded as a lay smile was on your face. “You okay?” You asked quietly.

“More than okay.” He grinned.

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unfortunatelycake · 6 months

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A poll for my fellow JGY stans. For funsies.

#jin guangyao #meng yao #mdzs poll #poll #polls

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dixidin · 14 days

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♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)

Pet names (for each other)

Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy, sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)

Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)

Hands

Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)

Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there

Sleeping positions/habits

Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)

Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.

Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill

Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping

Mornings:

Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"

Random "opposite" headcanons

Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles

Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry

Drink dates:

Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)

Movie nights

Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)

Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)

Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)

Dancing

Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time

Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz

Cooking

Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough

Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker

Carrying each other

Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms

Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up

Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3

Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.

Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?

Argenti: I just think they're neat!

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. If you get inspired off my writing, please give credit. Do not put my work in any ai or repost it as your own work. Any like or repost is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! -dixidin

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tragantia · 9 months

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Just a silly thing I wrote at work.

Severen Van Sickle:

Icy blue eyes, tall and lean but broad, hairy chest, large hands, thick fingers, infectious smile, dimples, tooth gap, a bit of a 5 o'clock beard, jawline for daysss, threatening, intimidating, aggressive, sweet as a pie when he wants to be, playful, bloodthirsty, sadistic, lives for the kill, tries to be calculating but his temper loses him, basically a dumbass, respect is hard to earn from him, but if you've got it he's yours forever, would kill for his family no questions asked, roaring laughter, or cackling, very flirty, knows how to read people, it's super entertaining to watch him murder someone, he gets bored easily and makes a show out of it as often as possible, hates cops, cop killer and pins patches/badges of the most entertaining kills on his jacket/jeans, a dirty bastard, cheats at every game, doesn't do relationships, until he gets Obsessed, if he does - doesn't know how to deal with vulnerability at first, will probably be scary, possessive, you don't know if he wants to fuck you or if he wants to murder you, KINKY, ENERGETIC, like can last for 8 rounds and still wants more, also killing gets him off, and BLOOD, please let him drink from you, a soft boy in love, an amusement park dom no questions asked, but will cum if you drink from him, country music, rockabilly, honky tonk king, murder ballads, outlaw stories get him going, lizard king vibes, freedom, terrible jokes, shooting, going to terrible bars and places because why the fuck not, keeps you on your toes, entertaining situations, don't dare him to do dumb wild shit he will fucking do it, greasy and filthy, stinks, can clean up surprisingly well when he wants to?, like proper Southern Gentleman, sweet nicknames, and insults, Darlin', said with affection or sarcasm, loves a good whiskey, but drinks whatever shit is available, thick Texas drawl, tap dancing, into bullriding and all the rodeo stuff, will whoop and holler when excited, yeeehaw, freedom family and loyalty are everything to him

#severen #severen van sickle #near dark #near dark 1987 #bill paxton #severen x reader #darlin'#beloved

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if-marciade · 3 months

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MEET THE LOVE INTERESTS

Clyde Ramsay - The Partner

Clyde is your partner that accompanies you on your visit to Fort Alexandria. His dream is to practice medicine and help those in need. As a black man in the 1890s, however, not many hospitals are willing to give him a well-paying position. When he sees your request in the paper for help in investigating a mysterious illness, he jumps at the opportunity. Who knows; maybe this will give Clyde the experience he needs to be considered for a spot as a physician. Incredibly intelligent, ambitious and a tad bit shy, Clyde will surely stick by your side as you both work to uncover the mysteries behind the small town of Fort Alexandria. Will you be there to help him achieve his dreams?

Clyde stands at 5ft 9in and has dark, closely-cropped hair. He has rich brown eyes, dark skin, thin glasses and almost always has his pocket notebook at the ready.

Thomas McMann - The Deputy

Thomas is the new deputy of Fort Alexandria. He is one of the town's most hardworking citizens and takes his job very seriously. Despite Thomas' dedication to his work, he is beyond friendly and courteous to townsfolk and newcomers alike. When he isn't busy surveying the outskirts of town or filling out paper after paper, he is looking after his six-year-old daughter Scarlett. As you get to know Thomas, you will grow to realize that beneath his friendly demeanor, there lie ghosts from his past that weigh heavily on his psyche. Will you be the one to uncover Thomas' secrets?

Thomas stands at 6ft 2in and has dark brown, slightly wavy hair. He has deep blue eyes, pale, freckled skin and almost always has a gun in his holster.

Ruth Davenport - The Bartender

Ruth is the local bartender at the Dusty Pointe Inn. Friendly to everyone but trusting of none, Ruth is a regular source of both information and comfort throughout your stay in Fort Alexandria. Besides working full-time at the inn, Ruth also takes care of her mother, who has recently slipped into alcoholism due to her husband's untimely death. With her caring nature, loyalty and charm, Ruth has the potential to become a safe haven as you explore the mysteries of the town; perhaps you'll return the favor. Will you be the one to knock down Ruth's walls?

Ruth stands at 5ft 8in and has beach blonde, wavy hair normally kept back in a loose braid. She has big gray eyes, tanned skin, dimples and almost always has a deck of cards on hand.

Carmen Espinoza - The Outlaw

Carmen is a seemingly dodgy outlaw who had just rode into Fort Alexandria the night you arrived. Quick witted with a quick draw, Carmen is always looking for trouble. After being chased out of Mexico City due to a run in with the law, she's found herself in the small town looking for work. The details of Carmen's past are known to all. Regardless, when she tells stories of her past adventures, it seems as if there's always something missing. And whether you like it or not, it seems like you are going to be a part of her future. Will you be her partner in crime?

Carmen stands at 5ft 4in and has black, curly hair that is often quite disheveled. She has hazel eyes, warm brown skin, a large scar across her chin and always is wearing her black cowboy hat.

#the crane song #interactive fiction #love interest #lgbtq #western #romance #horror #if game #twine wip

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Ok I’ve send alucard’s propaganda now it’s VASH TIME 😎. Again. I am so normal about him.

Don’t come at me I genuinely think he’s prettier than sesshomaru like I’d want to look like vash more even if I’m a SLUT for long hair. Sesshomaru is also very pretty I respect everyone who votes for him. HOWEVER. I am not you <33

Undercut supremacy>>>

I’m toning down the ‘alien ethereal uncanny eldritch angelic body horror beauty’ angle seeing as y’all are probably sick of that after my other propaganda posts. Don’t want these to get too boring, after all! No point in just repeating the same stuff over and over again haha.

I will still be bringing up his insane proportions though. 70% legs. This gif is pretty dark so I don’t know if you can make them out but MAN, if he weren’t an outlaw he could be a model. Cinched waist too.

Also~ I love his outfit so so much I love the way his coat’s strips move when he walks or when the wind blows. I love the slits up to his hips. I love all the useless belts. And that’s not to mention the undersuit! Leather gloves up to his biceps, thigh-high boots, the skintight crop top- I aspire to dress as slutty as vash some day. He’s serving.

More evidence as to how long his legs are/how slutty his undersuit is. Is that a chastity belt. King. He is so aesthetically appealing to me, just, peak design 👌👌

What no I’m not trying to thirstbait you into reading trigun what are you waking about. Anyways, a new tristamp episode came out and this one had a shirtless scene!

Thank you tristamp animators 🙏🙏

Also, vash has dimples! I don’t particularly care about dimples, I think they’re pretty nice, but I hear some people like find them very attractive. Well hellooo? Come get your food? Also he’s got little fangs <33

I really like his musculature too, it’s drawn very pleasingly. Very gender. I need to bite him you don’t understand. Anyways uhh. Tiddy.

Yeah that’s right you’re just getting the blatant thirst bait now. Is is making you want to read trigun be honest. Vote vash for his FAT TITS and tiny waist, what more do you want in a man. What? Kindness? Personality? Well this ain’t about that! (Though vash is certainly very kind as well, aaa >///<)

Also his ✨scars✨ I find them very appealing <33 Everything about him is so gorgeous.

If we’re talking about aspects of vash I find beautiful, we can’t leave out his beauty mark! It is so important to me. It’s in the name!

Also, look at his lips! So pouty! Isn’t he gorgeous? Very pretty boy.

He looks very attractive when he gets serious as well, albeit in a different way. He has the range! I like how his eyes sharpen and his voice deepens, and the air of confidence that comes with it.

He is so good-looking. Beautiful man. I love him so much.

Also here’s vash getting choked against a wall because I mentioned it last time. Studio orange knows full well what they are doing and I’m never forgiving them for this (I am forgiving them so hard, in fact I am supporting their every endeavour).

I’m not lying. This shit happens all the time like vash is the fanservice character in this show. Also wolfwood? And mayb- ok so it’s just the guys. Mainly vash though like you don’t see any of the others tumbling ass-over-tit pussy to the sky. He’s so silly and delightful.

I’ve never felt attraction in my life btw I just appreciate him <33 he’s very pretty and I want other people to think he’s pretty too. I want him to do well in a poll for once please. Please I’m begging you. Vote for vash it would be so sexy please.

its propaganda time

#suggestive

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The Preacher’s Wife Series: Hank Loza x OFC (Maggie Fox)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: violence, sexual situations, religion, religious trauma, infidelity, toxic relationships

Summary: This is a side series to “Heroes.” Maggie is the younger sister of Stitches, the reader/OFC from “Heroes.” Married to a pastor of a megachurch, two kids, and constantly under the spotlight, Maggie longs for a life of freedom where she doesn’t have to hide who she is. She’s just waiting for the opportunity to leave. Then her older sister, the Mayans MC medic, introduces her to Hank Loza and he just might be her ticket out of her gilded cage.

Part I: The Meeting

Hank had seen pictures of Maggie on your phone. The resemblance was incredibly strong, both of you sharing the same smile and dimples. But her features were more rounded, softer than your sharp features. He did not expect the pictures to do such a disservice to her. She follows you shyly through the door of the clubhouse, her large round eyes trying to take in everything all at once. She’s dressed much like you, jeans and a blouse but while you’re wearing your standard converses, she’s wearing sandals. Despite her being curvier than you are, she doesn’t look like she’s the mother of two young children.

He watches as you take her around the room, introducing her to everyone who’s here. Bishop and Taza both put on their best manners as is customary when a guest is present. Angel and EZ both give her a nod and a wave, having already met her at their father’s house for dinner the previous night. Gilly gives her a fist bump as she rounds the pool table and shakes Creeper’s hand. You take her back to show her the makeshift medical room that they had cleared out for you, finishing the tour by bringing her up to the bar and making a formal introduction to him.

“Maggie, this is Hank. He keeps everyone in line.”

“A thankless job,” he says and extends his hand.

Maggie takes it with no hesitation. “And a never ending one if my sister’s stories are to be believed.”

And just like that, he falls in love with a sapphire-eyed pastor’s wife.

“Hank is the one who did the jellyfish tattoo.”

“Oh!” Maggie’s eyes go wide. “That is beautiful! I can’t remember the last time I saw Mo in a pair of shorts and now she wears them all the time. She is so proud of that tattoo.”

Hank smiles at the compliment and the fact that you’re staring at the floor, color rising in your cheeks. “Well, your sister has done a lot for us, keeping us safe and healthy. It’s nice to repay the favor.”

Your phone rings and you pull it out of your back pocket and frown. “It’s Coco.”

Maggie turns to you. “Isn’t he right outside?”

“Yeah,” you say as you answer the call. “Hello?”

Hank can hear Coco’s voice rise and fall over the connection but he can’t make out the words. You look confused but hang up with a shrug. “He found something out there he thinks I’ll be interested in for some reason. I don’t know what he’s on about but I better go find out.” You bump Maggie’s shoulder. “If you ask Hank nicely, he’ll get you a rum and coke.”

“And put it on your tab,” he says.

You give him a half grin. “Let’s put it on Coco’s.”

Hank nods. “Done.”

Maggie watches you leave the clubhouse and Hank waits for her nerves to show but they don’t. She slides comfortably onto one of the barstools and continues to study the surroundings with a keen interest. Both of you are enigmas to him. Reared and living in a sheltered, structured, and highly religious community and neither one of you show any fear or discomfort at being in a junkyard with a bunch of outlaw bikers.

“Would you like something to drink?” Hank offers. “We do have non-alcoholic stuff. Well, water and Coke.”

Maggie smiles widely. “As long as no one tells on me, a rum and coke does sound good.”

“Coming up.”

“Mo talks about you all so much. You’ve all been such good friends to her since she moved down here.” Maggie fiddles with her wedding ring. “She sounds so happy.”

Hank takes out a clean glass and cleans it again to make sure it’s spotless. “That’s good to hear. A happy medic is beneficial to everyone.”

“She raves over your artwork.” She leans on the bar, waves of blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “You know, she has a little wooden box at home where she saves all your mockups?”

That surprises him but then realizes it shouldn’t. You often ask if you can keep the napkins and receipts that he’s doodled on. He just never really put much thought into what you did with those scraps of paper. “I didn’t know that.”

Maggie takes the drink when Hank sets it down in front of her and takes a sip. “This is good! Did you use the Real McCoy?”

At first he thinks she’s asking if he used real rum but sees her take another sip and truly taste it. This little pastor’s wife knows her rum. “No, Barceló Imperial. But if you like rum, I have some Appleton Estate 21 stashed away in the back.”

“Appleton? Can’t mix that with Coke, that would be a travesty.”

Yeah, he’s definitely in love.

#hank loza fic #hank loza x ofc #Mayans fic #the preacher’s wife series #hank loza

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