#rook does not belong to me

[lyneira]

♤ "Not worthy?" I'll show you differently ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> how would he react to a reader who's self-conscious and ends up distancing themselves from him when others insult them and say that they shouldn't be together? (based on this request!)

All characters are depicted as 18+

fem!reader x twisted wonderland characters / cw: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, mirror sex

"I'll make you feel loved enough that you won't forget it"

Epel, LEONA, Jack, Ace, Silver, Floyd

I don't see them viewing it as a big problem initially because he's confident that he'll be able to make things right quickly. You just need some reassurance, that's all.

He's not going to confront you directly. He won't need to; His actions toward you would be enough to say that what others were saying was indefinitely wrong.

He'll become more handsy and more forward with his PDA, always making sure that he's holding you or touching you in some way. He'll put his hand on your waist and pull you in close, seldom ever releasing his grasp on you; He'll kiss you more often, ensuring to elongate the kiss for a long time even when there were a lot of people around. When he'd pull away, allowing you to take a breath, he'd shoot a glare at anyone who was staring, daring them to say something.

He'll do all of this as to indirectly tell you, "Hey, I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I'm not letting you go". Yet, if you were still acting distant, then he'd have no choice but to confront you directly.

When he finally does, he'll back you into a corner and ask with frustration, "How come you're still distancing yourself from me? Am I not showing you enough affection?" He'll then lower his tone, "You don't need to run away from me...I love you, y/n...and there's nothing that anyone can say that will ever change that...", looking at you with that rare softness in his eyes that he only showed when he was pouring his heart out. And that's how you know he really meant it.

That look would further soften when you suddenly hug him tightly, and after melting in each other’s arms, he'll whisper into your ear, "I'll make sure you understand how much I love you tonight. Remember this moment whenever you find yourself doubting it"

And when you two make love that night, he'll seem a bit rough initially. He'll be pinning arms above your head, grasped tightly, kissing you ferociously that your teeth often clash, sucking on your skin so intensely, leaving marks of purple, and thrusting himself into you with so much force that you feel like the bed is going to break (which, it almost does, heh)

But after his first climax, releasing his remaining frustrations, he'll slow it down, also releasing his tight grip on your wrists to embrace you protectively, kissing up and down your neck as he thrusts long, slow strokes into you. He'd be all over you. His hands, his lips, and his tongue would again caress every spot on your body, especially on the spots he left a hickey on. He'd kiss them softly, and would cheekily smile into your skin, knowing that these marks would be visible for all to see the next day. After all, they need to know that you belong to him, just as his heart belongs to you.

"Can you SEE how much I love you?"

VIL, Jade, Rook, Jamil, Lilia, Rollo, Azul

You're self conscious? On his watch? Absolutely not.

Seems like you need to SEE how much he loves you in order to really believe it. So after quickly dealing with those who had planted their foolish ideas into your mind, he'll immediately take you to his room to help you confront your problem head on.

He'll be sitting at the edge of his bed, as he speaks to you, "Dear, I've noticed that you've been shying away from me because you've become self-conscious...you need not be. Do not listen to what others say, they don't matter. I adore you just as you are."

When he sees you finally ease up by his words, he'll smile tenderly at you and will then pat his thigh, "Come here..."

You do as you are told, and when you get close to him, he'll suddenly pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. Funny thing is, up until now, you hadn't realized the grand mirror that was in front of you two. Had he always had that there? In fact, he did not. But today, he needed it for his plan to help you become less conscious. Oh, you're in for it now 😏

"I'm glad you've noticed the mirror. Keep your eyes on it...no matter what I do", he'll mention as he narrows his look into your eyes in its reflection, and you can definitely tell he was plotting something. You were about to ask about it until he surprises you with a multitude of kisses up and down your neck and down your shoulders. If you asked if you could face him, he'd immediately turn you down, telling you to look into the mirror.

And as he became more sensual, letting his hands roam up your body to cup your breasts and fondle them as he continued to kiss your jaw and insisted you to keep your eyes glued to the mirror, you eventually realized his plan: he was going to make you watch yourself as he made love to you.

You figured that it would be easy to endure, but soon enough, you'd think otherwise as he'd further surprise you with his touches.

He'd bring his hands down to your waistband and begin pulling your pants off so that your lower half was now bare. Then, bringing his hands back up to your thighs, he'd begin to spread your legs open slowly, while looking in the mirror to enjoy the view of your pussy all soaking wet for him. "Ah~ You're so wet", he'll grin, eyes half-lidded at the sight. He'll hover a hand over your heat and begins to rub his middle finger up and down your slick, earning a shudder from you. After rubbing it enough, he'll insert it into your hole, massaging your insides and finding that sensitive spot that has you squeezing onto his finger.

You look away from the mirror and shut your eyes at the pleasure he's giving you, but he'll click his tongue, and stops his motions at your reaction, "That won't do, dear. Don't look away". With his other hand, he'll grab your chin and make you face the mirror once more, "Open your eyes. You need to watch as I pleasure you" and with the lack of friction making you antsy, you open your eyes to watch the erotic sight of him touching you. "Good girl", he'll hum. And for that, he'll reward you by using his other hand to rub circles on your clit.

He'll continue to pleasure you while making you watch him, becoming pleased with himself as he was getting you to stare at the sight with less hesitation each time.

When at last he has himself inserted in you, thrusting up into you relentlessly as you both watch yourselves in the mirror, mouths agape as you both moan and pant, faces flushed, eyes heavy with lust, bodies wet from sweat and arousal, he'll lean in towards you ear, sultry whispering,

"Get used to this image, my love...become so accustomed to it that it won't matter what anyone says. You'll remember that you and I are meant to be together...joined as one both body and soul, just like this"

"Do you know what you do to me?"

MALLEUS, Sebek, Deuce, Riddle, Idia

He'd full of worry when you distance yourself from him, wondering if he had done or said something to cause it. Though, hen he finds out that the reason for it was your self-consciousness and the gossip of others that had influenced it, he is fuming. Who dares to insult his darling?! To make you feel this way? He'd be so tempted to make them endure his wrath, but he'd ultimately decide to deal with it later. The most important thing right now was you. It pained him to see you look at yourself that way when he thought the entire world of you. (He practically kisses the ground you walk on, lol)

So he would waste zero time to confront you because there's no way he was going to let you think that he didn't love and care for you.

Do you know exactly the effect you have on him? He'll let you know. He'll tell you how warm you make him feel inside, how you ease him while still managing to give him butterflies in his stomach everytime you laugh or smile at him, how grateful he is to have you in his life. He'll then take your hand, bring it up to his face, and lean his cheek into your palm, telling you how he easily melts into your touch and submits himself to you.

He'll guide your hand down his body, allowing you to feel the heat of his skin, down to his chest, where you can feel the pounding of his heart.

"Feel the rhythm of my heart...it only beats like that for you. You mean everything to me, y/n. Never forget that", and he would press a kiss onto your lips, desperation imbued into them. That desperation would soon turn into passion when you gladly returned his fervor, letting him know that you understood him and relief washed over him.

As you two fiercely kissed, devouring each other's mouths, letting your tongues dance, he realized that he was still holding your hand. So, he'd take the chance to continue guiding your hand further down his body to show you another effect you had on him. You'd gasp when your hand met with his clothed erection, breaking the kiss to look down at it and back up at him. He'll have a faint blush on his cheeks, but will look at you with a firmness in his eyes, "Only you make me feel this way." He'll release his grasp on you, yet, you'll maintain your grasp on him, ready to show him the love and affection that he showed you.

And indeed, you'll feel how enamored and obsessed you make him when you pull down his pants to free his throbbing cock, to lick it, suck on it, bounce on it, ride it, and squeeze it so good that the evidence of his love will be buried deep inside of you and will continue to overflow.

Extra:

He'll also show you what you do to him even when he wasn't with you at the moment. Even if you were away for a while, he'd send you a video touching himself to you. In the video, you'll see his beautiful face twisted in need as you listen to him panting, gasping, and moaning out your name numerous times, accompanied with the wet sounds of his sex being attended to. This would go on for several minutes for you to enjoy, and in the after his release, he'll look hazily to the camera, cheeks flushed, semen stained on his hand, abdomen, and thighs, lips parted as he breathlessly heaves out, "This is what you do to me"

If you were there, he wouldn't have made such a mess everywhere 'cause he would have made his mess inside of you instead, just sayin' ;)

(Cater isn't a part of this category, but I can totally see him doing this too!)

"I love your..."

NEIGE, Cater, KALIM, Che'nya, Trey, Ruggie

You distancing yourself from him would immediately have alarms going off in his head because this would be highly unusual. You two were always joined at the hip (sometimes literally) after all. When he realizes that you're self-conscious, he'll immediately reassure you.

"You know what I love so much about you? I'll tell you!" He'll grab your hand and bring it up to his lips, "I love your touch", and will kiss your palm. He'll then lean towards your face so that his lips were ghosting your forehead, "I love your beautiful mind", and kisses it. He'll then kiss the corner of your lips, "Your pretty smile", which would earn him that beloved expression from you, to his delight. He'll kiss down your neck, "Your voice and the things you say to me", and as he tries to kiss your collarbone, he will pull off your top to expose more of the skin he can kiss. He'll continue down towards your chest, kissing your warm bosom, "Your kind heart and affection". And he'll go on to kissing all over your body as he says what he adores and loves about you, removing any more clothing that might hinder his lips from meeting your skin.

With all his kisses, you were nearly laid entirely bare. All of your clothing were off except for your panties. As he lowers himself down to hover his lips on your clothed sex, he'll look up at you, blush dusted on his cheeks and a sensual look in his eye, "Would you allow me to continue saying what else I love about you?". And with your nod of permission, he'll slip the garment off, and whisper, "I love the way you taste" before giving a deep kiss to your lips. He'll go on to kiss it repeatedly and as you moan and sigh from his kisses below, he'll shakily breathe out, "I love the sounds you make when I'm making you feel good...a-ah..! You make me feel so good" as he mindlessly grinds into the mattress, pre-cum staining the bed, aroused by you.

You'd think he'd be done after letting you know the numerous things he loved about you, but he still had one more he had to say. So after letting you release your nectar onto his lips and drinking it, he's gonna line himself up to your dripping entrance, and will say, "I love being inside you", before inserting himself into your heat. He'll continue to mutter on with each thrust, "oh, you're so warm...you take me in so well...I love it...I love you....so very much"

And with all of the places he's kissed and all of his words of adoration, I'm sure you'll understand the magnitude of his love for you by the end of the night

a/n: this one was much longer than usual! Some seem a bit ooc and I honestly kinda gave up at the ends of most afshdkwgjak oh well 🫤

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

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[peachesofteal]

ghoap x reader / 18+ mdni / dark themes / prev here

‘C’mon, you never want to go out.” 

You rub your temples, eyes closed in exasperation. “I’m broke, Case.” 

“I’ll spot you. Come on, it’s Friday. I’ll get us into The Rook.” She pleads and pushes, tugging away your excuses and defenses until you’re backed into a corner with nowhere to run. Finally, you opt for a different tactic, lamely. 

“Doesn’t that place have a waiting list?”   

“Oh yeah, miles long. But the owner likes me.” The owner. How does she even know the owner of The Rook? 

“I don’t know…” you linger, still bent over your tiny kitchen table, back bowed and tired, “isn’t it like, dangerous?” 

“The Rook is neutral ground or something, I don’t know. It’s perfectly fine, I’ve been dozens of times.” A litany of stories exists about the speakeasy, from its origins to the current clientele, each as unbelievable as the next, and you’ve always imagined it to be this dark den of sin and debauchery, filled to brim with hitmen and lawlessness. “You have to do something other than work and sleep; you know. You’re missing out on your whole life.” She chides, attempting to launch into the same speech she repeats over and over every few weeks. 

“Alright, alright,” you look down at your torn up cuticles and sigh, “I’ll go.” 

You weren’t wrong about The Rook being dark. 

It’s hollowed out under a club, nooks and crannies and little hallways splitting off in every direction, dim lamps and flickering candlelight casting shadows to the ceiling, bartenders dressed in all black working behind a massive, burnished wood bar along the back wall. Velvet couches, high top tables, overstuff armchairs flow in the space, and Case tells you there are more rooms if you’re keen to explore, explaining in hushed tones how there’s usually a band in one, a card game of sorts in another, a pool table somewhere, all with various styles of seating, and even another bar. It's elegant, decadent, sinful. Most of the people are startlingly beautiful, high heels and skintight dresses, perfectly made-up faces, polished onyx cuff links gleaming against expensive navy suits. 

Even the drinks are licentious. 

You decidedly do not belong here. Perched on a stool next to Case, you occasionally rub your wrists, casually wondering if it would have been acceptable to wear your braces, your carpal tunnel flaring into a swell of agony. 

Wouldn’t that be a sight. 

The bartender slides her two generous neat pours of… something, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“On the house, from the boss.” He says with a wink, and she tips her head to ceiling with a bubble of a laughter, before pressing one of the tumblers into your hand. 

“What is it?” 

“Probably bourbon.” 

“Oh, no thanks, I don’t-“ 

“Just shoot it.” She throws it back with ease, showing her teeth afterwards, a hyena leering in the lamplight. 

Fuck it. Maybe it will the throbbing in your wrists will quiet down. 

It’s thick, syrupy, hot in your throat. Burns all the way down and settles like lava in your stomach, uncomfortable until the sting ebbs into warmth, moving through your bones. 

“Not bad.” You rasp, and she smiles. 

There are more free drinks. They stick to your insides like tar, slicking you in a heavy cotton, weighing your limbs down, loosening the tension in your neck and shoulders, peeling away your layers of discomfort one by one. 

You’re surprised by how at home Case seems in this place, how comfortable she is, smiling and waving to the occasional person, making small talk here and there. She practically floats in her seat, black dress taut against every dimple and dip on her body, hair artfully twisted into something that could be considered modern art. She’s a gazelle. A heron. Something graceful and gorgeous, fine feathered and fabulous.

And you’re… a tired girl in a tired dress, counting her lucky stars that there seem to be so many generous patrons buying drinks tonight. 

“Having fun?” She whispers, nudging you with her shoulder. 

“How often do you come here?” Her eyes wander, flicking past you and then back, wistful caution etched across her brow. 

“Often enough,” She sips her drink and then folds her hands together on the bar top, looking over shoulder, “Most of these people in here… are connected to organized crime somehow.” The information doesn’t surprise you, but hearing it confirmed, knowing it’s not just some story made up, some fairytale about boogeymen, makes you shiver. 

 “Like, the mafia?” 

“The mafia is Italian, but they have a presence in the city.” She shrugs, like it’s all common knowledge. Like you’re out of the loop. “The Rook belongs to Kyle Garrick.” You shake your head, unfamiliar. “Of The 141?” your mouth goes dry. 

The 141. 

The 141 were a notorious organized crime group who ran half, if not more, of the city. You knew they owned clubs, bars, restaurants, and hotels, but you were never clear on the details of their illegitimate work, and you didn’t want to know. 

You knew, for sure: they were men to be feared. Men capable of terrible things. Destruction. Death. 

Their ongoing war with The Shadows was the reason the city was soaked in blood. 

“Don’t worry,” she rushes out, hand on your arm, “like I said, It’s neutral here. Nothing happens in The Rook.” You nod meekly, head swimming. You’re more than drunk now, stuck in a sloshing ship, floor tilting beneath your feet. The urge to get away, to disappear slams into you like a truck, and you slip off the stool. 

“Which way is the bathroom?” She points to one of those dark hallways, and you stumble through the throngs of people like a fresh born fawn, unsteady and teetering on the edge, approaching a hallway that splits into two. 

Which way? 

You pick one, sure you’ll run into someone who can point you in the right direction, but when it zigs and zags up to a polished wooden door, you stop short, confused. The alcohol has rendered you fuzzy, and your vision spins, trying to look for a recognizable placard. 

Is this the bathroom? 

It must be. 

The first thing you realize when you push the door open, is a chorus of men’s voices, stopping on a dime. You hear them, before you see them, and immediately try to backpedal, tugging the door handle towards you, trying to close it. You’re wayward, with heavy, tired feet, and the movement is slow, slow enough that an opposing force pulls on the other side and then- 

rips. 

You fly forward into the room, dragged by your grip on the handle, spilling onto your knees with a shocked gasp, and someone curses in the background, another voice barking out a name. 

Then, the room goes Sunday church service silent. 

You gape at the table of men, transfixed in horror on the two familiar faces staring back at you, the unforgettable Scot and his marble etched partner, who was just in the shop only two days ago. They’re frozen, half risen from their seats, a cigarette burning away in an ash tray filling the air with smoke. 

There’s a nickel-plated flash, and your blood curdles. 

He has a gun. 

“I…” you croak, still on your knees, unable to categorize or rationalize why you’re seeing them here, why one of them has a gun, why any of this is happening. “I’m sorry, I was lo-looking for the bathroom.” There are many men in this room, you realize. More than just the two you’re acquainted with, and your stomach rolls, nausea creeping forward, trying to bring the too many drinks you’ve consumed up through your mouth. “I’m sorry.” You say again, more clearly. 

Obviously, you’re interrupting something. 

“These aren’t the toilets, little girl.” A Russian voice booms over your head. “Unless you’re going to piss on the floor for us?” 

“Nikolai.” The blonde cuts, Manchester accent rougher than sandpaper, and you shake your head frantically. 

“N-no, I just got turned around, that’s all.” Your brain screams at you to get up, but your body is immobile, and you look away in fear. 

A warm hand takes yours, tanned skin soft and sweet, gentle touch urging your face back up. 

“It’s alright, doe. Ye’re alright.” It’s the Scot, crooning in your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you to your feet. “Let’s get ye to the bathroom then, aye?” You lean against him, breathing in cypress and ocean spray, letting him guide you out of the room, his partner right at your back. 

“We’re not finished.” Someone calls out, and the bigger man clips out a response. 

“We are now.” 

#ghoap x reader #peaches writes #simon riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader

[equestriagirl16]

You reject Neige’s offer to transfer to RSA~🌹

“Please Y/N, you’d fit in so well at RSA!” Neige’s familair voice rang throughout the courtyard you were trotting through after another day of classes. Your friend from across the way once again, despite his best intentions, absolutely insisted that you transferred to RSA here and now. For what you figured to be the 100th time.

“Neige I already told you-”

“I know I know, but you don’t get it Y/N! NRC isn’t a place for someone like you. Your heart and soul are way too pure, you’d have so many friends and a warm welcome waiting for you at RSA. You just have to let me take you there!”

Unbeknownst to you both a few of your said NRC friends may or may not have been purposefully eavesdropping on your conversation ever since they caught wind that the little do-gooder stopped by. Secretly they feared your answer, they knew that they didn’t give you the easiest time here. Perhaps someone as kind as you would find a better place at RSA, and maybe they should try to accept that rather than fight it for your own benefit.

“No Neige! I’ve told you before and I’ll only tell you one more time. Night Raven College is my home! I don’t care how annoying or villainous anyone here may seem, they’re my friends and whether you recognize it or not they love me just as much as I love them. This is where I wound up, and I chose along time ago that this is where I belong. That’s the end of it!”

The dark haired boy was taken aback by your harshness, but stood still in an understanding silence.

“Look, you and everyone at RSA are my friends too but I already have a place right here. That doesn’t mean I can’t visit more of my favorite people in all the Wonderland from time to time though alright?”

“Ok Y/N you win no more pushing, but if you ever change your mind you know who to call.”

“Heh, don’t hold your breathe pretty boy.”

The two of you walked off and continued your random banter all the way to your dorm. How little did you know the impression you left on your friends hiding in plain sight after hearing your answer.

YELLING SCREAMING ROLLING ON THE GROUND KICKING THE AIR SWANGIN THEIR FEET GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL- Hell yeah that’s right!!!! Y/N isn’t going anywhere with that RSA nerd cause 🎶we are family~🎶 *cue celebratory breakdance*🕺🕺🕺. Very excited, very happy, goes and brags about it to everyone who wasn’t there and either revels in the shared joy or tries to rub in that “They stayed because of me obviously.”😎

- ACE & DUECE(they were totally spying on you together), Cater, KALIM, Ruggie, Floyd

Controlled chaos, like just vibrates in place and maybe does one fist bump in the air and a silent “YES” for good measure. Just very happy you want to stay with them by your own volition, they must be doing something right if you consider NRC your home! They would ensure you’ll continue to feel that way, and let the rest of their friends know too so hopefully they can keep up the great work as well. Mission accomplished.😌

- Trey, Jack, Ortho(the lil bestie), AZUL, RIDDLE, EPEL, Silver, Jade, Rook, Malleus, Lilia

*Casually throws aside large rock* Of course, he knew you’d choose them all along(was actually wildly insecure about your decision, and ready to MAIM-). It’s not like he was already mapping out an elaborate plan to send a search party after you and you drag you back to NRC cause he does not know how he’d live and/or function without your very presence hahaha that’s insane(*rapidly presses backspace in the group chat*). Just takes a much needed deep breath and relishes in your choice. If he felt like you still might be inclined to change your mind in the future he’d shape up his act, just a little, and only for you.

- LEONA, Jamil, VIL, JADE & FLOYD, Malleus, Lilia, Rook

WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHABA JSOSOSKAMKSLDOXOSIWGQUIAIAJAJA-oh, you’re staying? THANK THE SEVEN! Was so fucking upset we’re talking sad boi hours, depression mode on, preparing the emo music for the walk home. Had no confidence in the fact that you would deny the offer either because he knew he could do better, or you just DESERVED way better. But the fact that you were so adamant about staying literally just resurrected him from the sever cardiac arrest due to the sudden heart break. Such a drama queen, but only cause he cares about you so much!(maybe a lil too much, do I sniff a crutch?🤨)

IDIA, Sebek, MALLEUS, KALIM, Floyd

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[severeaesthetic]

Vil’s S/O getting hit by a sleeping curse

“That’s a wrap!” a loud voice echoed throughout the building.

Vil sighed in relief as he walked to his trailer to get ready to head back to the school and his S/O who he missed dearly. Opening the door to his trailer and walking over to the vanity he reached for his phone hoping for some cute messages from his beloved. What he was not expecting however, was twenty missed calls and over a dozen messages from Rook, and about a dozen of each from Epel. He ignored the messages and immediately called Rook to ask what the problem was.

“They’ve been hit with a sleeping curse” was all Rook needed to say for Vil to get his things and hurry to get back to the school.

Finally reaching school grounds, Vil hurriedly gets out of the car and rushes to the infirmary where Rook and Epel are standing outside waiting for him. “What happened?” Vil asked, a clear panicked expression on his face.

“We’re not sure. They were hangin’ out with Ace and Deuce one minute and the next I have a panicked Ace callin’ me saying to hurry to the infirmary because something happened to them. And on the way I called Rook” Epel let his country accent slip in front of Vil without thinking of the lecture he would receive once you were okay. Vil walked past them ignoring Epel’s slip up and quickly made his way over to the bed you were laying on. Crewel was busy speaking with the nurse as he looked over at Vil.

“I’m not sure how long the potion will take. I have the science club helping me gather the proper ingredients” Crewel spoke while walking to the door before turning to look at the both of you once more. “I will get it done as soon as possible” was what he left the house warden with before walking out of the infirmary, leaving the two in silence.

Vil sat on the side of your bed making sure not to touch you, he felt as though you might break from even the lightest of touches. “I will find out who did this, and I will deal with them properly” he whispered, his eyes trailing your sleeping form. Have you always looked this innocent? Like no wrong has ever come to you in your years on earth? Vil has no idea how long he sat admiring you before he heard footsteps that belonged to his vice house warden coming closer.

“Roi du Poison?” Rook spoke softly and carefully as to not upset his friend “are you going to be okay?”

Vil took a deep breath before turning to look at him from his position on the bed. “I want you to find whoever did this and bring them to the Mostro Lounge tonight. And tell Azul I need to have a meeting with him.”

Rook nodded, and was about to turn to leave before he spoke again. “Might I make a suggestion my queen?” Vil nodded waiting for him to continue. “Perhaps a with a true love’s kiss the spell shall break” Rook walked out to go complete what was asked of him by his queen, once again leaving the two in silence.

Vil sat in the quiet room while looking at your sleeping form. His thoughts however, were deafening. Fairy tales aren’t real. If you believe that a measly kiss can break a curse such as this one you are surely crazy. But there always is a possibility. What if I’m not their true love? That last thought brought absolute quiet in every corner around him. Suddenly his throat went dry and tears brimmed at his eyes as he gently took your hand in his. He can’t lose you. You’re the only person that has seen every side of him. The very slim chance that you don’t share the feelings he does is enough to stall him a little bit longer.

“I love you, so much my darling” he choked out as tears began to fall. He leaned down and placed a delicate kiss to your lips before sitting back up and covering his face to hide his ruined make up.

A sweet call of his name had him uncovering his tear stained face and looking down at you as if you held all the stars of every galaxy in your eyes. Without saying anything he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Both of you eventually needing air, broke the kiss and connected your foreheads looking into each other’s eyes. Vil tries to quiet his sniffling and stop his tears before your hands reach up and tenderly remove the freshly fallen tears from his reddened cheeks.

“You look beautiful like this” you spoke, voice just barely above a whisper.

“I look awful” he replies in the same volume.

“You look like Vil Schoenheit. My true love. Like you’re my boy” a genuine smile flashes across your face.

“I’ve always been yours” he mumbles against your lips before pulling you into another kiss.

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[yaksha-lover]

Cupiditas

Vamp!Vil Schoenheit x Reader

cw: jealous/insecure reader, hurt/comfort

Sometimes you forget just how big Vil’s world is. When it’s just the two of you, it’s easy to block all of that out. He doesn’t feel like a celebrity, he just feels like Vil.

Sitting at the side of the studio, you’ve never felt more out of place. Large, blinding studio lights shine down on Vil as he poses, gorgeous as ever, with two stunning models. The three of them look natural together; they belong in each other’s world. Vil’s newest movie is a vampire one after all, maybe that’s why he looks so comfortable with them. He doesn’t have to act so much.

You wonder if Vil takes blood from people like these models. He refuses from you and yet… they aren’t the bland and boring he considers you to be. They’re special and beautiful like him. People like them belong at his side. People worthy of him.

The producer lavishes praises on the three stars, before announcing a wrap on the shoot. You can’t hear what they say, speaking too quietly from your location, but you catch a smile from Vil at the words of one of the other models.

You don’t understand why you feel this way. Vil isn’t your boyfriend, he’s not even your friend, he’s nothing to you. Nothing that he isn’t to those beautiful models. It’s stupid, why should you even care what he does?

Lost in your own world, you don’t realize Vil is in front of you until he’s flicking your forehead.

“You should know getting lost in thought is rather unbecoming of an assistant, even a temporary one,” Vil chastises lightly, already turning away to double check his makeup in a nearby mirror.

When you don’t respond, Vil sighs quietly and continues, “I’ll just need to get changed out of these clothes and we can leave. I trust Rook has told you what you should do in the meantime?”

“Yeah, I’ll call the driver,” you tell him, pulling out your phone as he walks away. He turns to glance back at you for a second, but seems to change his mind and keeps walking towards his dressing room.

Just as you’re packing up your things, you happen to overhear one of the other models, heading back to their own dressing room. On the phone and talking about…Vil. As his (temporary) assistant, it’s crucial to be informed at all times about his reputation, so of course you eavesdrop.

“Yes, I’m going go talk to him now. I’m so nervous, but I really like Vil. I think he likes me too, he’s been so flirty during our shoots.”

You quickly walk out of the studio, vision blurry. No point waiting for Vil, it’s not like he’ll be coming back with you tonight. You make it halfway down the steps before someone catches your arm.

You refuse to turn around and let him see your face. You’re being childish, and pathetic, but you can’t help the tears that stream down your face.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, with less mockery than you expect.

“…M’not,” you reply, still not facing him. He grabs your chin gently and forces you to tilt your head up at him, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“Is someone feeling…jealous?” he asks you with a knowing look and a small smile. Oddly enough, it doesn’t feel like he’s making fun of you. Still, you don’t exactly want to reply to that.

“Hmm,” Vil gently parts your hair from your neck, “Will it really take me biting you for you to realize that I’m only interested in one person.”

You feel yourself flush, and try to stumble out a retort before Vil silences you with a laugh.

His hand shifts to stroke your cheek, before falling back to his side. He turns and walks towards the limo which just pulled up, only looking back to make sure you’ve followed after him.

“I’m just teasing, of course. You know I wouldn’t take blood from a human like you.”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN???”

“You know what it means,” he says as he takes your hand and leads you towards the car. You want to be mad at him, but seeing the gentle smile on his face, you forget your feelings and focus on him.

You get to the limo and reach for the front door, ready to get in before you hear another sigh.

“What are you doing?” he asks, exasperated.

You turn towards Vil, confused, before realizing your mistake. You hastily open the door for him, gesturing for his entry: “Sorry, sir.”

He rolls his eyes before grabbing your arm and gently pushing you into the back seat, despite your protests.

“Sir? What’s gotten into you? If I knew making you my assistant would make you this obedient, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

He smirks gently at you when he sees how flustered you become, quickly trying to defend yourself.

“I was just trying to be professional like Rook taught-“

“You’re awfully loud,” he cuts you off sharply, “Seems like you’re feeling better. Do I need to take some blood from you so you’ll calm down?”

You shuffle as far away from him as your seatbelt will allow, and Vil actually laughs. You find that you enjoy the sound more than you thought, and more than you should. He has worked hard, and is he looking a little pale? Maybe he does need blood, to survive of course, and would it be so bad if you were the one to give it to him? No! You chastise yourself for even thinking such thoughts of giving in to him.

The two of you resume conversations about his work before it turns to casual, easy talk of your lives at the mansion. The car ride is long and the day has been exhausting, but Vil doesn’t mind seem to mind when you rest your head on his shoulder and try to fall asleep.

#vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #vamp!vil #twst vampire au #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland vampire au #twisted wonderland x reader #twst angst #twst hurt/comfort #vampire x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #x reader

[klmp11s]

PSPSPSPS i see u are. a rook lover. immaculate taste and choice. anyways ANYWAYS I was wondering if you can do an insecure reader that is like, insanely insecure about himself and anything he does? (lol projecting) x Rook and Lilia! (separately though I'm sure you don't do characters x characters x reader, unless you do then uh)

ALSO your writing is really good, and more food for male / gn readers nomnom.. THANK U FOR UR SERVICES..!!!

PSPSPSPSSPSP tysm 🤗🫶🫶(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary: twst boys with Insecure reader that is like, insanely insecure about himself and anything he does Characters: Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge Warning: insecure male!reader, ooc(?), hcs, established relationship

Rook Hunt

Even before you started communicating with him, he noticed your behavior I think he might be interested in your behavior, but do you remember how eloquent this man is? He literally won't stop praising you, both in private and in public. He doesn't see anything wrong with it. You're his partner, why can't he say nice things to you? Okay, he literally spends all his free time with you and tries to make you feel more confident. It will stop other people from interrupting you, mistreating you, and other students will stop taking advantage of your “insecure” side. Lol I think he will also tease you (within your comfort),because you’re so funny and interesting, he’s delighted with you, you know? If you become uncomfortable in the spotlight, he will literally turn that attention to himself. When you are introduced to new people, he is definitely within your reach. Do you feel safer holding on to him? OK, no problem. Do you feel more comfortable standing away from other people? OK! If your hands and voice begin to shake from nervousness, he simply places his hand on your back and gently strokes you. Public performance? LMAO HE'S LITERALLY FIRST IN QUEUE all the attention is on him, you don't have to worry about doing something wrong, trust him He literally doesn't even let you compare yourself to others. You are the one and only best for him, understand? Don't pay attention to other people

Lilia Vanrouge

HE TEASES and when I say teases, I mean A LOT. He likes how you stutter if he praises you and gives you compliments. You are his boyfriend and he has every right to do this 🤗 I've definitely met people similar to you before, so this is not something new for him, he approaches your self-doubt neutrally He may take the lead in social interactions if you feel uncomfortable. He will also talk to those who take advantage of your inability to say “no” and such people will not bother you anymore. But HE will bother you, you are his good guy and he is not shy about showing it in public (but only if you are comfortable) He definitely gives you advice sometimes and tries to give you some confidence. He won't let you compare himself to anyone, you know??Others can behave as they please, but you should never belittle your skills and talents! He will praise you to other people. Whether it’s with you or not, it doesn’t matter, EVERYONE should know what a wonderful boyfriend Lilia has and that he can do a lot of things

The characters do not belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners, please do not edit, translate, repost my works on other platforms, also without my permission and @

#twst x reader #twst x male reader #rook hunt x male reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x male reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader

[prince-kallisto]

*sigh* I have the silliest theory of all time, which is saying a lot considering what I theorize, but I’m trying so hard to figure out Jack’s birthday card

It’s been controversial, to say the least. Because RAFIKI?!? Not to clown on my boy Jack, but even though he’s very smart, he never had this special type of wisdom like Rafiki. He’s very serious, a lone wolf. I thought we would be getting a picture from the Beauty and the Beast wolves, especially considering he’s from the land of Pyroxene, even being childhood acquaintances with Vil

But since I’m getting desperate, I look at the two frames closer

We have Rafiki with the light shining behind him, and Scar shrouded in darkness. Jack is conveniently in between the two, separating the light and darkness

Then Mufasa teaches Simba about how “everything the light touches” belongs to the king. OKAY.

And there’s “that shadowy place” where the Hyenas and Scar gather. OKAY

So…is TWST trying to imply that Jack is the “in between,” or the representation of “everything the light touches?” Like the dawn or twilight (stop don’t think about the vampire movies)?? Jack IS a first year, has white hair, and the first years definitely have a lot of symbolism regarding new beginnings and personal change, and they seem to be setting up their importance in the end game.

I’ve talked more about this anthology cover before, but the first years symbolism change and growth. A lot of them are discovering who they are, what their Unique Magics are…and Jack notably stood against Leona in Book 2 despite idolizing him before. And if there’s still hope for Beauty and the Beast reference, the beast quite literally goes under a transformation, just like Jack’s unique magic that turns him into a wolf. So does Jack being the “twilight” a representation of this transformation?

Still, this seems like a REALLY abstract and roundabout way to reveal Jack’s origins? Which is saying a lot considering Sebek’s and Lilia’s origins being pretty abstract.

The weird thing about this is, even though Jack has white/pale hair like Silver and Kalim, he is NOT a part of the “light trio” which is made up of Silver, Kalim, and Rook (who is blonde), supposedly because they are based of heroes instead of villains. Ironically enough, Jack has a much stronger moral compass and behaviors compared to Rook. And visually, with his white hair, he would fit into the light trio a lot better. But what makes the light trio the Light Trio is how their magic is represented with white glows instead of the standard dark magic that everyone else has- including Jack.

I tried seeing if there were any “sayings” about wolves that Jack may be based on, but the closest thing I could find was one of the Pinterest-esque quotes about two wolves, one being the light and the other darkness 😭 I mean…I suppose if you REALLY stretch it, the “grandfather” explaining the story of the two wolves in this fakelore could be Rafiki, which is why Rafiki shows up in Jack’s artwork.

Rafiki does something similar with grown up Simba, asking Simba who he was, and showing him a reflection of his father. But like the wiki page says, it’s origin is very dubious and is considered fakelore.

But this is driving me crazy because it almost made sense until I realized Jack is basically the embodiment of this meme 😭😭😭

So unless Jack is secretly Rafiki’s wolfsona

WHAT IS TWST TRYING TO SAY WITH THIS?!?

#twst #twst theory #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twst Jack howl #twst Jack #Jack howl #KallistoPost

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I really adore reading your different opinions and discussions about the Twist Cast, world, theories, and so on. Which is also why i wanted to ask you: If you could rate the 7 Dorms (+ Ramshackle dorm) based on environment, characters, interior design, etc. how would you rate them from a scale from 1 to 10...?

I'm curious to know. :)))

Well and this is probably the scientist in me speaking 💦 those are a lot of different factors to consider in one score, and not all of them are equally weighed. Each dorm is very different; we don’t even get the same number of characters for each; the higher number of characters in Heartslabyul, for example, could either bring down or bring up the whole score). It wouldn’t be a clean or a fair game.

Instead of giving “overall” numerical scores, I’m just going to break them up into multiple categories, each list arranged from “favorite” to “least favorite.

By Environment:

Octavinelle — I’ve always wondered what it’s like under the sea… It’d be so tranquil just through Octavinelle’s big glass walls and watching the sea creatures drift by. So therapeutic! (And free, too 😂)

Heartslabyul/Pomefiore — Both feature gardens! I can get lost in them, smelling the roses along the way. Pomefiore is more traditionally pretty (ballrooms, grand decorations, etc), whereas Heartslabyul focuses on whimsy and wonder (more clutter, windy halls, etc). I appreciate both aesthetically!

Ramshackle — Nothing that standout, but also nothing too bad about it. Might be depressing to look out of a window and immediately spot a dead tree and a graveyard though. Also keep in mind that Ramshackle is located the farthest from the main buildings on campus, but I don’t mind this because walking a while helps me properly wake up. The isolation is also nice for an introvert like me.

Diasomnia — Everything looks dark and dead. Constantly worried about being poked by thorns.

Ignihyde — Does outside even exist to these nerds?/j Same issue as Diasomnia but worse somehow; too gloomy and dead looking. Looks creepier because of the tech glowing/casting some light in the darkness.

Scarabia + Savanaclaw — IT’S TOO HOT I’LL DIE OF HEAT STROKE

By Characters:

*Note: takes both individual characters + group dynamics into account*

Octavinelle — The most cohesive as a group, but each Octa boy also stands on their own as a strong and interesting character in my eyes. Helps that J word also belongs here 💕 Watching their schemes unfold is always a treat.

Scarabia — Jamil and Kalim are a comedic yet complicated combination; seeing them puts a smile on my face whether it’s because Jamil is suffering or because Kalim is being oblivious. Usually both.

Savanaclaw — The only one I’m meh on is Jack 😭 Best part of Savanaclaw is definitely when Leona steps up and everyone else backs up his leadership.

Ignihyde — Love Ortho, don’t love Idia (except for those few moments when he’s relatable), so it evens out. Appreciate how much Ortho cares for his brother and encourages him to try new things! Big fan of their wholesome brotherly dynamic, it’s basically one of the few times I can stand Idia.

Pomefiore — Of the group, I only like Rook. I don’t really care for their group dynamic.

Heartslabyul — No particularly strong feelings about anyone here. They’re alright.

Diasomnia — The only character I like of this group is Sebek, and even then the love is somewhat conditional (because as soon as he starts harassing people about Malleus, that love plummets). Silver and Lilia are okayish, but I dislike Malleus so that brings this dorm way down. I think Diasomnia is strongest from the found family angle.

Ramshackle — … What characters? (Yuu doesn’t count; they’re purposefully written as a blank slate and I would rather read about an already established character than an intentionally bland one. The ghosts also don’t count because there’s nothing to distinguish their personalities from one another; they don’t event get names 😭) Grim is a little meowmeow on his own…though I do really love the ghosts being Yuu and Grim’s found family.

By Interior Design:

Octavinelle/Pomefiore — Classic and fancy ✨

Heartslabyul — I’m a sucker for the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic.

Scarabia — Looks huge and fun to explore; probably full of interesting things to gawk at because of the wealth that has been poured into the dorm.

Ramshackle — Cozy, nothing offensive about it.

Diasomnia — Feels like I walked into a haunted castle. Doesn’t look very welcoming or inviting. Might get jumpscared at the next corner.

Ignihyde — Too inorganic and stiff because of all the tech and blue screens floating around. I’d probably get a migraine from just being in Ignihyde.

Savanaclaw — Outdoorsy energy. Would constantly be concerned about sun burn and bug bites (because of how “open” the dorm’s design is). Rope bridges would make me feel nauseous. Just overall not a fun time.

*Bonus* — By Uniform(s):

Noble Bell College :>

Octavinelle — Simple but effective. Also just love me a crisp suit 😩 and cummerbunds (since they accentuate the waist)…

Pomefiore — The colors as flowy fabric are so pretty together… It’s also interesting how they incorporated a kimono-like design into a very European styled/inspired dorm. It works surprisingly well! Adore the intricate fabrics in their sleeves; the complex apple pattern on the red, the sheer black material, etc.

Diasomnia — I have no clue how this uniform works (like, putting it on), but I will agree that it looks cool and intimidating. The hats are slightly silly, but they work well with the whole look.

Scarabia — Looks easy to move in! Love the gold accessories as well. I don’t like the garish flame pattern on their hotpants or the sandals.

Heartslabyul — Why are you wearing sneakers and plain white T-shirts. I thought the dorm uniform was supposed to be formal wear 😭

Ignihyde — Weirdly blocky and geometrical. Nothing that eye-catching to look at.

Savanaclaw — The biker-cowboy aesthetic is just NOT it, sis…

RSA

Ramshackle — … What dorm uniform? Grim’s striped bow? Cuz I’ll agree that it’s cute, but we have nothing else to go off of since Ramshackle isn’t formally recognized as a dorm.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #question

[kaymarie-bell]

Diasomnia spoilers (7-3 / 7-19) but it's a mess

because the update dropped at midnight for me and and I haven't sleep much since Friday hahaha 🌻

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I translated 7-1 and 7-2 fully so I'm skipping that for now

Lilia spent the previous night playing games with his online friend, he overslept and was running towards the apprenticeship orientation meeting because he was late

He scolds Silver for not waking him up, but Silver says that he did try. 3 times. But Lilia is too hard to wake up in the mornings.

Malleus and Lilia have to go to the orientation, Malleus tells Yuu that they can visit him to ask more about Maleficent. The NPCs wonder why he even bothered to attend NRC since he doesn't need it, they're afraid of him.

The Third years are all assembled to discuss their options/chosen apprenticeships

Trey: something related to agriculture

Cater: entertainment field

Vil: he's interested in alchemy, but will prioritize his acting career

Rook: something related to archeology. He wants to work at the Isle of Lamentation since he found it beautiful and wanted to discover more hidden beauties

Leona: he's already talked about it with Crowley, he wants to work with his country's mining industry (he pretends that is only because they won't expect much of the second prince, nobody believes him)

Idia: he's going to his practice/apprenticeship on his own because Ortho is an official student now. He'll be working with Olympus, but it's more like a punishment his parents gave him after the whole Chapter 6 mess (😭)

Malleus: he's also interested on the same field as Rook

Lilia: a dropout (seriously)

(first glimpse of trouble 👀) Lilia is not going to any practice because he's leaving NRC altogether. He's been losing his magic (to be continued)

Yuu finally gets to have the communal braincell and shows Mickey's picture to the rest of the first years

speedrun of this scene because I can't do it justice in this format (I love my sons, they deserve better)

The only one with a helpful idea is Ortho (shocker), he thinks the mirror at Ramshackle might be made of a special stone (?) that's normally used to capture radio frequencies. They find an example of this in a textbook: Belle's handheld mirror fron Beauty and the Beast

Ortho concludes that Mickey is not in Twisted Wonderland. He says that they might be able to find a way home for Yuu if they study the mirror further (uh oh)

We're ignoring the implications of that

Ortho asks if Yuu knows anyone from the fae folk that might be of help. Sebek is screaming again before the thought of asking Malleus is fully formed

Back to Lilia. He break the news to Sebek and Silver. He's leaving NRC and wants to move to the land of the red Long (🐉) instead of returning to the Valley of Thorns

He asks them to help him pack. Malleus says that they must respect Lilia's choice.

The three of them go away. Malleus is upset. (oh no)

another speedrun. Lilia's room.

Sebek and Silver are helping him pack, and they go through all the weird stuff Lilia has. Silver finds a box with a ring in it. He thinks is kind of familiar (hint: looks like Aurora's crown) and suddenly feels very sleepy

Lilia confesses that the ring actually does belong to Silver. He had it on him when he was found as a baby. He wanted to give it to him once he became an adult

(the math is mathing fellas)

we also ignore the implications of that (for now) because Sebek found a really cool and legendary weapon. Silver isn't impressed because Lilia uses it to chop wood (😭)

Back to Ramshackle. The first years are staying with Yuu to perform a seance to see if they can contact Mickey

ADeuce convinced Riddle to let them stay by telling him it was a group study session (like I used to do with my mom)

Grim: he can't punish me if I don't study, I'm not from Heartslabyul

Deuce: he made personalized study plans for everyone here (note: not actual lines, just the vibes). The exam season is near

Grim finally starts to ask what Yuu leaving would mean for him. Would he even be allowed to take exams? Would he be alone at Ramshackle? (😭😭😭)

Ace: let's ignore the implications of that

They go to sleep, but it starts snowing and Yuu goes outside

It's Malleus, it's snowing because he's upset

*sad childhood flashbacks feat. Long Haired Lilia silhouette*

Yeah Malleus is definitely going to overblot due to abandonment issues

Yuu breaks the news of the possibility of going back to their world

Malleus *definitely having a mental breakdown internally* :) do you want me to help with the mirror?

Yuu leaves after saying goodbye

Malleus thinks about the Chapter 6 conversation with Lilia

Malleus:...someone to invite me...there is no one left...

#twisted wonderland #twst #diasomnia chapter spoilers #twst spoilers #Diasomnia #wow I love suffering #kay shouts into the void

[noahhawthorneauthor]

Presenting all the artists I have worked with on my author journey thus far. 🏳️‍🌈📚🎨

Because I'm Team Human, and always will be.

Lianne Peterson, fantasyspritestudio on Instagram, is also a crochet artist, which is how I first met her. Back in the day, I made crochet toys and sculptures, and she still does. One thing led to another, and after she read my first book, we collaborated on the Iverbourne Tarot project, which expanded to include other indie artists.

Then we did the special editions together, which includes the tarot art as full page illustrations, and the scene with Lythienne threatening her boytoy—Panrauth, I mean. Also, that fan art of Novak still makes my heart sing. The plant guy is Lysander from the Levena books, and also fan art that I treasure.

@gagakumadraws has done so much work for me, this isn't even all of it. She is an absolute gem of a person and artist, and I'm so thankful to be able to call her my friend. There are the five Iverbourne cards, The Rebel Foxes cover, and so much Arlo and Thatch, from Phantom and Rook. There's the inside of the bookstore, and side characters like Silas (silver hair boi) and Arche.

Art not pictured are beautiful spice scenes, the outside of the bookstore, and a pirate play scene from Phantom and Rook. Oh, and a certain enby wolf shifter all tied up in knots.

@prince-peachie did some character art for me, depicting Novak as he first meet him and when the demon comes out to play. I first fell in love with Peachie's AFTG fan art, and I love everything he does!

The bottom left is Novak and Alvis on the ship, brought to life by @kislurysuje around the time Prince of Sylvan came out. It was one of my first printed pieces of gay art, and I love it so much.

The Moon is Eros from the Iverbourne series, and her card was created by @sholdthebus who I found on Tiktok. She does some amazing work, and has a Pride Armory! Think pride themed pins, like bisexual battle axes.

And my beloveds, @crossroadart-seabear and @foxglovefaun

I love these covers so dearly. The colors, the emotion and detail. Bear did Phantom and Rook, and Fox did Matsdotter and Adrastus. I love that the colors of the sequel echo the first book, and while each artist has their own style, the books look like they belong together. They are both fantastic people, and beautiful artists.

So yeah, fuck AI, and scream about your favorite artists. 🤘✨

#aelina isaacs #noah hawthorne #support humans #support indies #support indie artists #support indie creators #fuck ai art #fuck ai everything #queer books #character art #tarot card art #book art #illustrated book cover #gay art #gay books #writing fantasy #queer art #queer author #trans author

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 5

After a brief visit to the humour and hijinks festival Keira tries to teach Marta how to play chess.

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Ay dios mio: omg equivalent Buenas noches: Good evening / Good night Gracias: Thank you Hasta luego: See you later Qué?: What? Si: Yes

The couple sit down for dinner and Keira entertains Marta with stories about her day at work. The sea otters and harbour seals are some of her favourites but there is a particular cheeky walrus you have to look out for. She mostly stayed prepping food at her current level but she enjoyed feeding, even if it was slightly chaotic.

The two make a quick stop at the humour and hijinks festival.

Keira: Sweetheart I think your hair is doing weird things to your hat

Marta: It’s worth it, I’m attached to these ponytails. Get it, attached because they’re my hair

Keira: *giggles* Someone has had to much jokesters tea already

The two go to the tables when they are joined by someone unexpected, Keira’s ex.

Morgan: So I heard you were getting married

Keira: Yes, this is Marta

Marta: Buenas noches

Morgan seems grumpy and not to keen on leaving their table so the two decide it’s best they clear out. They’re interested in their future, not their past.

Keira: Do you know how to play chess

Marta: Si. I get my pieces to the other side of the board

Keira: Not all of them, just the pawns, and that's not the main goal

Marta: *whispers* que? Why are we talking about porn in public

Keira: Oh I’m not it- they sound similar si but they are completely different words. A pawn is one of these smaller pieces

Marta: Ah. And they move forward, si?

Keira: You got it. Let me show you the rest

Keira: The rooks can only go in straight lines, forwards or backwards until they run into a piece

Marta: They are the hetero pieces

Keira: *chuckles* exactly. The bishops here, these pointy ones, they move diagonally. Again just until they run into a piece. If you run into a piece of yours you stop on the square before it. If you run into a piece of mine you take it and put your piece where mine was

Marta: Si. What about the pony

Keira: The pony? It’s called a knight but I kind of like pony better

Marta blushes.

Keira: Ponies… move to their own beat. They move like they’re making capital L’s

Marta: Que?

After giving her best explanations, the two start to play but honestly Marta is more interested in flirting.

Marta: *blows kiss* two more sleeps

Keira: Aww. Are you counting down

Marta: *grins* Si! I’m looking forward to being wives

Keira: You’re so cute sweetheart

Marta: Gracias. I would make cute infants, no *raises eyebrows and pouts*

Keira: *giggles* That has never been in doubt

The game carries on and Keira eventually wins, she does have a higher logic skill after all. But she blows Marta a kiss so who’s the real winner? Back home for bed when-

Marta: Ay dios mio! A cat

Keira: I can see that

Marta: Can we keep him carino

Keira: Since he belongs to the neighbours I’m going to go with no

Marta: *sighs* Hasta luego friend

The next day after work Marta is bring in the washing when Tiana says hello.

Tiana: Was it you that put my washing in the dryer

Marta: No, it would have been my fiancé Keira. She was in the laundry yesterday

Tiana: Ah. I wish my husband helped out that much

Lawrence: Afternoon ladies

Tiana: Lawrence dear, how are you? How is your lovely family

Lawrence: *sighs* A handful at the moment. Roger keeps getting in spats with some other kid at school so I need to supervise pick ups

Tiana: Here is where I’m glad I don’t have kids

Marta: Did you really never want kids

Tiana: No, never. I’m so glad I found a man who didn’t expect me to pop them out

Marta: How do you handle our neighbours infant shrieks?

Tiana: They shriek? Blessings of losing hearing in my old age, I've yet to hear them. I’ve never minded kids, I just have no desire to raise any

Lawrence: To each their own. Oh, I better go, school ends soon. Hey Marta, best of luck for your wedding tomorrow

Marta: Gracias. Hasta luego Lawrence

Keira has been working hard and burnout is threatening, luckily she has the wedding and honeymoon to slow her down. Sitting down for dinner she notices something strange on the floor… a cursed book? Weird. Must be a landlord problem.

Keira: Panya? Yes it’s Keira Foster from 2 Dockyard Way. Could you come and check some things? Thanks

Marta: What was that about

Keira: Just calling the property owner to come check out that book

Marta: What bo- ay dios mio! Que? Where did it come from

Keira: I don’t know, maybe I should just toss it before the property owner shows up so he doesn’t think we’re hysterical

Marta: Que? No! You cannot get rid of it. It could hurt you

Keira: What? It’s a book

Marta: But the glow, it’s cursed. Leave it for Panya por favor.

Keira relents and when Panya shows up she invites him in to check the thing out. He assures her he will deal with it and takes it out of the unit.

Keira: Oh come on! That score can’t be right. You’re using a mod or something

Joey: Can’t do mods on console, you just need to up your skills

Keira: Whatever. Don’t be late tomorrow *disconnects*

Marta: I gather you didn’t win

Keira: Not this time. I suppose we had better go pack

Marta: *smiles* for the honeymoon

Keira: I’d offer to do it in the morning but I know you’ll want to pack your own suitcase

Marta: Si. Just think, this time tomorrow… we’ll be married

Keira: You still won’t let me see your dress?

Marta: No. I want you to have surprises carino

Keira laughs and pulls Marta into a dip, raising her hand for a kiss.

Keira: Te amo sweetheart

Marta: Te amo carino

And so the two spend a few hours ensuring everything is packed for the honeymoon then lie down and try to sleep while bubbling with excitement.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KeiraFoster #MartaRomero

[cheerleaderman]

Yuya Florence

A magicless human from other world seemingly with no memories or perhaps locked memories.With only a driver license and  journal that gives them some identity .Now in this new place Yuya is just trying to survive what NRC throws at them hoping to recover what they lost.

Twst- The shooting star over the castle in the beginning of movies

Personality 

Kinda complicated to explain but Yuya honestly doesn’t have a consistent personality in the main story because they change to how to protect themselves or what the situation needs/happening around them it’s in the way of her trying to survive and does it subconsciously . Out of main story when there isn’t a crisis and can somewhat relax Yuya is kinda childish, sassy at times, blunt , more on the quiet side,Petty,chaotic asking the most random questions,  intrusive thoughts are likely to win but is deeply hurting on the inside.

Basic info

-Age : 18

He/her/ They

Voice claim: Eng-Veronica-Heathers the musical (OG) Jp-Ibuki mioda-Danganronpa

-height : 172

-Birthday : August 8

-dominant hand : Left

-Nicknames : Srimpy(Floyd) Yu-Yu (Cater, Lilia, Kalim) Trickster (Rook) Herivore or Omnivore if ignored (Leona) Child of man( Malleus) Human/Human perfect (Sebek) Yu(everyone else) Perfect (basically everyone but main after Book 3)

-favorite food: Chili oil noodles, candied lemon, strawberry lemonade

-hobbies/likes : Rhythm games,horror movies, collecting cute bags, scrapbooking/journaling , Photography, crocheting and knitting

-Dislikes: Bland food, Green tea, Fuzzy socks, Ants ,smell of alcohol, feeling sweaty, strong smells

-Pet peeve : Forgetting things

-Favorite subject: Alchemy

-club : hopes between clubs mostly at board game club

-Talent: lock picking, Cooking, Dodging

More info

- Has a bit of an obsession photography because they represent memories and Yuya doesn’t want to and scared to forget again

-Got called a beast tamer and ran with it, can make friends or form some kind of bond with all kinds of creatures, Ghosts etc.

-Yuya sleep walks and it gets worse over time

- trying to keep it together

- Will fight like her life depends on it even outside the overblots

-Yuya was really in denial of being in other world up until the end of book 2. Getting a scar from Leona’s OB was how it really settled in for Yuya that Twisted wonderland was not a dream. Before that his thinking was “I don’t belong here so surely someday I wake up and I’ll be back where I belong “ was how they were trying to rationalize being in an another world.(Didn’t get any scars from Riddle tho)

-Yuya is insecure about the scars they get not even like to look in the mirror

- After OB will get a dream of the full movie. Will have dreams about people outside of the OB like the staff members and will get full context after 3 dreams.

- Yuya doesn’t really good out of his way to talk to people most times it was others who introduce/ be introduced but if Yuya ran into someone they’ll still introduce themselves to be respectful.

- Took a bit for Yuya to warm up going out to talk to others (Ace, Deuce and Grim are bit of the exception given how they’re always around each other tho Yuya was mostly quiet in the beginning)

-Gave up on hope of ever being able to get home after book 4 and  focus on trying to get their memories back

- Doesn’t ask for help for themselves but to help others or if Grim asks them to like in book 4

- got a staff weapon after book 2

-Starts to tired being the Perfect and having to help others is all they’re worth and scared to know what happens if they stop helping others,” will I be forced to leave Ramshackle is the only home I know”

- Skips a lot of orientation/assembly stuff. Some tried to scold Yuya “ Your the ramshackle perfect you need to set an example” along those lines but Yuya would just ignore it or respond  “ Since when has anyone respected me as a Dorm leader”(Yuya doesn’t like the memory of orientation )

-Human arm rests taller or shorter doesn’t matter (Floyd,Leona,Cater,Ace are the main perpetrators)

-“Where did you get that!?!?” “…don’t worry about it”

Outfits

Backstory

Yuya after their mother passed got sent to live with her Aunt family. It was basically to make them look good and all must make it look like they were the perfect family.

Yuya didn’t really get to be their own person but the mold his aunt and uncle wanted which ties into why he doesn’t have a consistent personality

#twisted wonderland oc #twst yuu #twst oc #oc art #twisted wonderland #artists on tumblr #twisted oc #cheer!Yuya #twst yuu oc #yuu twst #art #cheer!art #oc #original character #oc lore #oc info

[waffletimeart]

SPLATOON OC ASKS ARE OPEN!

Because I have brainrot and am writing a big ol’ OC story, I’ve decided to open up asks for any of my characters! Below will be some rules for asks, and under the cut will be brief descriptions of all the characters available for questions, because I don’t expect anyone to remember all of them or go scrolling through all my posts to figure out who is who.

This will be updated if/when I create more OCs and their references are posted.

RULES:

* You can ask them any questions, give them things, dare them, and other stuff!

* Please specify if you are asking a certain character(s), so I don’t get confused on who to have answer. If I’m not sure who it’s meant for, it’ll likely go unanswered.

* The only things I won’t allow are NSFW questions. As a general rule, if you wouldn’t ask a person irl about this/to do this, don’t ask them. If it's really bad, you might end up blocked.

* If you have questions about my characters/story meant for me, you can ask those as well! Please just specify if it’s a question for me! Please note that questions for me will likely be answered before questions for characters, as I plan to draw characters' answers.

All asks take place after the story mode of Splatoon 3!

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS (in order of left to right, top to bottom)

Katrina: red haired Inkling. Big of heart, dumb of ass. Loves fried food. Usually gets herself injured in stupid ways doing stupid things. Agent 4 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Older sister of Rook, and best friends with Neil, Lora, and Hydra. Queer platonic partner of Capri.

Neil: teal haired Inkling. Stoic and serious. Keeps Katrina in check (while arguing with her all the while). Always dragged into doing Katrina’s stupid ideas. Best friends with Katrina, Lora, and Hydra. Agent 5 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

Waffles: yellow and purple haired Inkling. A fun-loving and naive kid who probably shouldn’t be allowed to participate in Turf War but does so anyways. Will befriend you (threat). The younger brother of Pancakes, and friend of Hydra.

Lora: purple haired Octoling. Aspiring fashionista and the median for Neil and Katrina. Sweetest person you’ll ever meet, but also a bit harshly sisterly. Former Octarian army soldier turned spy and Agent 6 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Best friends with Katrina, Neil and Hydra.

Pancakes: yellow and purple haired Inkling. Seemingly untrusting and cold, but actually a big softie who just doesn’t really understand how to express his emotions. Giant tactician nerd who rigorously studies Turf War maps. Older brother of Waffles, and boyfriend of Hydra.

Capri: orange haired Inkling. Seemingly stoic and serious, but really they’re just tired. Secretly mischievous and silly. Probably watches whatever the Splatoon equivalent of TikTok is all day. Former Agent 3 and Captain of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Queer platonic partner of Katrina. Friends with Neil, Lora, Hydra, and Harper.

Hydra: (he belongs to @austin-the-creechur, but as he’s very important to my character’s stories, he is available for questions!) cyan haired Octoling. Loud, extroverted, and confrontational, but has a heart of gold. Loyal friend and anarchist. Raised in the Splatlands. Has a Smallfry companion lovingly named “Little Buddy”. Agent 3.0 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Best friends with Katrina, Neil, and Lora. Friends with Waffles and Rudy. Romantic partner of Pancakes.

Egg: light orange haired cephalopod. A formerly fuzzified cephalopod, who was rescued by the New Squidbeak Splatoon and later cured. Shy and timid, but tries to be friendly and will probably do anything you ask without questioning it. Friends with Capri, Katrina, Neil, Lora, and Hydra.

Rook: red haired Inkling. Raised by the Salmonids before being reunited with her older sister Katrina, and now resides in Splatsville with her Smallfry friend, Puck. Local "I-lived-under-a-rock" who doesn’t understand inkfish culture. Takes everything too seriously, but is trying to be a little more lax, as per requested by her sister. Friends with Neil, Lora, and Hydra.

Kouser: light yellow haired Inkling. Lives in the desert of the Splatlands that surrounds Splatsville. Another person who doesn’t understand Splatsville culture. Runs on a “dog eat dog world” mentality, and regularly mugs people for food and money. Self conscious about their scar. Has history with Hydra.

Harper: blue haired Octoling. Sassy lil bitch with a talent for rap and music. Will do what she believes is right until the bitter end, and will fight for it too. Cares deeply for her friends and loves doing things with other people. Hates being alone. Throws herself into risky situations without thinking first. DJs for a job as DJ D33P-C. Has seen The Horrors. Agent 8 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Friends with Capri, Katrina, Lora, and Neil.

Rudy: teal and pink haired Octoling. Part of a motorbike gang. Sassy and rude to everyone, including her friends, but is only joking towards people she actually likes. Holds grudges like her life depends on it. Fiercely protective of her friends, and is not afraid to throw hands at anything. Friends with Hydra.

Chipper: orange haired Octoling. Runs a restaurant named Aloha Eats, which Katrina is a regular of. Uses various Salmonid ingredients in her food, collected by striking a deal with and working at Grizzco occasionally. Technically doesn’t have a license for it, but can provide ability-boosting food and beverages.

#feel free to reblog this! #splatoon #splatoon oc #waffles splatoon ocs #splatoon 3 #splatoon art #splatoon fanart #splatoon 2 #octoling #salmonid #inkling #oc ask #oc ask blog #ask ocs #splatoon ask blog

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: my apologies for having to split this chapter in half but i pinky promise the next one is the one everyone is waiting for and i’ll try to have it up asap IMSORRYAGAIN

warnings: incest, mentions of death, mentions of war, mentions of battle, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter Thirty Eight- Fight or Flight

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“Y/N!” Rhaenyra calls, winding through the halls of Dragonstone, growing more and more confused with each room empty. When she finally makes her way to the Great Hall, Daemon is waiting.

“You did not find her?” He asks, and scowls when she shakes her head. “Ser Erryk!” The man appears, ever loyal, at attention.

Daemon digs his hands into the Painting Table, looking as if he wants to break it in two. It is instinctual when Rhaenyra comes to him, places a kiss on his shoulder and wraps herself around his arm. Her worry always turns to sadness. His turns to anger. He sighs, sags against her for a moment.

“It seems Queen Y/N is upset with her husband and wife. Alert the dragonkeepers to watch out for her. She might go to Cannibal. Send two trusted guards to search the grounds of the palace.” Ser Erryk nods and leaves, and the two are left alone.

“Don’t get angry,” Rhaenyra whispers, soothing him with a thumb on his jaw and a kiss to his cheek. “You promised her not to get angry.”

“Yes, well, that was under the unspoken condition that she doesn’t fucking leave again.”

“You know it was not her choice.”

He is silent for a moment, feeling slightly guilty for his words. But he cannot help that his wife as been missing for hours. He was fine to give her an hour to cool down- but he cannot stand her being gone for more than that. He cannot even sleep unless she is in his arms, unless he knows she is safe with him, with them, where she belongs.

“Ah. Your Graces.” The two look up as Lord Corlys walks in, hands clasped, nonchalant and seemingly joyful. “I was told I might find the two of you here. I just wanted to express my gratitude.”

“Whatever for?” Rhaenyra asks, slightly confused.

But Lord Corlys seems unbothered, his small smile remaining on his face. “For allowing Queen Y/N to accompany my wife to Rook’s Rest, of course. At our cores, we are all just scared spouses who wish for our wives to return unharmed.” Rhaenyra thinks he continues speaking, but his words fade. She stands, feeling Daemon breathe next to her, wild and angry.

She cannot help but be angry as well.

Does Y/N simply not understand that she is their life? They tried living without her- and it almost broke them. She feels sick to her stomach.

Her Y/N is not a warrior, not trained in the ways of battle. And no matter Cannibal’s past- he is not a war dragon either. She is snapped out of her reverie when Daemon slams a fist into the table.

“When did she leave?” He asks, and Rhaenyra can barely hear Lord Corlys’ answer before Daemon is running, muttering that she must already be there, must already be in battle.

She follows his brisk pace to their rooms, blanches when she realizes he is wrapping his riding armors around him, strapping Dark Sister back to his hip.

“Daemon-” she beseeches him, but he barely spares her a passing glance.

“I will collect our wife.” He hisses, and Rhaenyra finds herself saying a prayer for Y/N.

—-

There are many myths surrounding the creation of dragons.

Some claim it was the work of sorcerers, whispers of the magic of Asshai, fire wyrms living in the volcanoes of Old Valyria mixed with magic, evolving into beasts of flesh.

But as Cannibal gives a warning spout of fire, pouring forth from his large mouth, that you pass through unscathed, you know it would be foolish to not forget a simple truth. Dragons breathe fire, and dragonfire will destroy everything that lays in its way.

You suppose you can only be grateful that you are atop the dragon and not below its maw, in the way of it’s firey path.

Earlier, you had stopped to let the dragons drink, rest briefly, just before war. Rhaenys told you that Vhagar leads the skies, and Ser Criston Cole led the army.

She told you most of battle atop a dragon is instinctual. But there is a basic plan- the two of you will burn the army, and when Vhagar approaches you will face him first while she finishes off the army. Rhaenys will soar to you, and the two of you will defeat Vhagar and Aemond for good.

It is dangerous, and it is foolish for you to be here.

But you have faith in Cannibal, in your dragon-hunting mount, your cannibal of a beast. Sometimes you feel bad that he is defined by that one aspect of him- named for his darkest acts.

Besides, you want your revenge.

You think long and hard about burning the army, long after you take to the skies again.

Rhaenys tells you to pretend they are puppets, or simply remember that if you do not kill them they will kill you. Instead, you find yourself thinking of Daemon.

You know from his stories to the children that he faced an entire army by himself- under the guise of surrender. He defeated the Crabfeeder, brought his dead body out of the caves where he hid.

Yet, Daemon is alive and well. He feels no remorse for his actions, because he truly believes it was what had to be done.

You adopt that mentality. Convince yourself that this is what you must do. This is for the good of the realm, for the good of your family.

(Another part of you knows that blood is already soaking your hands, and it matters not how much drips from them. They already are stained, they already drip with the blood of others and with your past self. You are no longer Lady Chambers. No longer Lady Y/N, nor Lady Targaryen. You are the Queen Consort Y/N of the Seven Kingdoms. She is ready for war.)

As you near Rook’s Rest, you slowly glide lower and lower to ground, hearing the screams and clatter of citizens below you, scared that it is them who will face your wrath. But you only follow Rhaenys, follow the glimpse of red in front of you, letting her guide you.

If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine it is Caraxes.

It is only late afternoon, and seeing that is it near the summer solstice, the sun still shines bright in the sky. You fleetingly send a prayer to the celestial marker- to what Rhaenyra and Daemon claim to be you- to deliver you from this battle alive.

You try not to think about Rhaenyra and Daemon. About their fear, their pain, their hurt you have passed over in favor of your revenge. You know you come only from a place where they dwell, from anger, vengeance and dragonfire, and you simply hope they understand your reasons.

When you crest over the hill, Rook’s Rest is laid out before you. Beyond it- the reason you are here. Two armies meet in the fields beyond- two factions of Targaryen supporters face each other. For some odd reason, you can tell they were waiting for you. Meleys clicks, and when you look over, Rhaenys raises her hand into the air, sending it forward like a windmill.

You tighten your grip on Cannibal’s scales, wrap your thighs around what you can reach of him, tighter and tighter. You brace yourself for battle.

Fighting and flying are stark opposites.

Flying is freedom, the absence of control, the feeling of nothing but flesh and wind beneath you.

Fighting requires you to be in control. Requires you to stay in the moment, duck and block and strike back against your opponent.

It seems almost odd that the two should be blended into one.

Instead, you say one final prayer, squeeze Cannibal’s scales so hard you fear they will snap off, and dive towards the enemy. Dive towards your revenge.

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[burning-academia-if]

get me a man who's as devoted to me as rook!! 😋

afdlasfjka

Rook in asks + reblogs tagged as him: Hopelessly devoted, desperate to be close but not thinking he deserves it. Feeling everything too much, too hard, a knight ready to serve regardless of the path chosen. He belongs to you, as a loyal dog does to his master

Rook in-game: An absolute immature idiot who doesn't act like he's taken anything seriously in his life. You've known him over ten years and he's somehow withheld all information about himself by keeping a distance as wide as the pacific ocean. One time you asked for his favorite color and he bullshitted an excuse about needing to meet up for a group project for Spanish. He never took Spanish.

#em answers #ch: rook #both of these are accurate though #rook has the range ig #honestly he might be the most frustrating and angsty route in game #idk how it's more angst then the literal villain route but here we are

[luxaryllis]

Hi, I'm Rook's fangirl, I love angst and here's my request.

Rook x f!reader. Rook was madly in love with reader for a long time, but somehow didn't have courage to tell her. Now he's dying, she's far away and thing he regrets the most is... That now he will never ever have a chance to tell her how much he loved her, adored her and wanted to marry her.

OH YEAH I WANNA CRY MY EYES OUT

What Could Have Been (Rook Hunt x F!Reader)

Note: Back to angst it is then!! Man, the requests in my inbox are either crossovers or angst like this. What has my life come to? /lh

Now, I'm not that good at writing romance, but for you, I'll do my best! I also took some deliberate choices in the writing so that it won't seem as though the MC was just Rook's highschool crush or something so I hope that was okay!!

I also put some French words, but not too much. I'm no professional nor am I fluent in French, so if there are any mistakes, do tell me and I'll change it!

Warning/s: Major Character Death (it's peaceful, dw-), Sad Rook, Possible OOC Rook, Female reader that uses she/her pronouns (idk if this counts as a warning but yeah-), Probably bad writing in angst (I tried-)

Fic under the cut!

Beep..

Rook still remembers everything about you. He's a hunter; of course he has to remember even the smallest, most miniscule detail. Although his memory of you never was due to his obligation as a hunter, but for his love for you as a man.

He knows how hard you'd work, even though some may say that you maybe tried to hard. He knows how no matter how exhausted you were from everything, you'd still smile and do your best to help others.

From how your smile lights up the room, to how your eyes shine like gems in the stars, all the way to your cutest of habits. Everything, He knows you like the back of his hand.

Beep..

Well... he almost knows it all.

He knows it all.

Beep...

The only thing he'll never know is how you loved. How it would feel for your warmth to always be near him, for even the darkest of moments and emotions to be shared to him.

He's always wanted you to be his, and for him to be yours. But alas, you always had eyes for someone else.

It's been years, decades, even, since he last saw you.

He is Rook Hunt, le chasseur d'amour!! To act against his amore was like an act of blasphemy against the queen. His queen. The unknowing queen of his heart never once asked nor desired his heart, but took it anyway.

Beep...

He remembers the last time he saw you very vividly. It was at your wedding.

You had personally invited him to your wedding, and as much as his heart ached to refuse, he wished to support you on your special day.

"Rook! I'm so glad you're here!", you had exclaimed when you saw him. He couldn't help but gawk speechlessly at your wedding dress; the beautiful designs, colors, and how well it went with your looks, everything was perfect. You were perfect.

As you walked down the aisle that day, Rook watched from the sideline, wishing he were there as your husband. Yet he knew that you wished him to be there as a friend. Not your lover, but your friend.

Beep....

Ever since then, Rook spent every waking hour thinking of you, and what could have been. When he wakes up, he always imagines what it would be like to wake up with you by his side. With you sharing a life with him. Maybe form a family too. All he knew was that he should have told you when he could.

Yet even cupid had to prick himself with his arrows to fall in love. Even cupid had to go through pain for love.

But Rook is no cupid, he does not give love. He merely chases it, the chasseur d'amour.

Rook Hunt is a hunter. There is no single thing he cannot find and be ignorant about. There is no single thing he has been unable to catch for himself. Except for that beautiful heart of yours, for the man always knew it belonged to another.

Rook has always wanted a life with you. A domestic, romantic life with his beloved. He wants to look at you everyday, and say, "Je t'aime pour toujours." And, indeed, love you forever, for he already does in his heart.

Beep.....

But he knows he has lost his chance. His beloved is too far out of his reach, likely never for him to gaze upon again.

Beeeeeeeeep.

And as he closes his eyes, he knows that he will still forever be satisfied as long as you are happy. No matter how painful it is.

Perhaps, had he been more confident, it would have ended differently.

.

.

Rook Hunt, died at ##:##, ##/##/##.

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End.

Okay, so, incase you don't know, "je t'aime pour toujours" means "I love you forever". Please correct me if I'm wrong, though.

Thanks for the request!

Comments and suggestions/corrections are highly appreciated!

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