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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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Hey love, I got a question; are you down for goblins? Specifically a yandere horde of goblins? 😳

I'm not not down for it...

(I'm sorry, I'm sure I know what kind of goblin horde you meant, buuuut I started writing and couldn't stop 🥲)

CW: Entrapment, obsessive behavior, ecological polyandry/polygyny with a GN!reader, both male and female goblins, forced parental responsibilities, platonic yandere, not proofread

Madame Gilly burst into the backroom, nearly startling (Reader) into swallowing the pins they were holding in their lips. "(Reader)! Awful, amazing, terrible, fantastic news!"

(Reader) smiled nervously, sticking the pins in their cushion. "What is it, Madame?" Their boss was fabulously dramatic as always, fanning herself with a decorated envelope.

"Oh, nothing.. just a summons for one Mx. (Reader) from the Count's daughter."

"What for?"

"How should I know? I didn't read your letter!" She handed over the letter while sighing loudly. "Yet, it's so beautifully decorated.. such a shame! Another marriage proposal, ignored!" She pretended to become faint, placing her knuckles on her forehead.

(Reader) chuckled, opening the bright purple envelope with lavender tied in a ribbon. Their eyes widened, an excited gasp escaped as their legs failed them and they fell back onto their stool.

"What is it?!"

"It's.." a shocked blush dusted their cheeks, "it's a request for my services! She wants a dress for an upcoming party!"

Madame Gilly squealed, bouncing up and grabbing her protege. "Oh, that's even better than a proposal! I'm so proud of you!"

It would be roughly three days ride by carriage, packed with smaller fabrics for color swatches and texture explanation, multiple dresses (Reader) had already made with mannequins to display them, and (Reader's) portfolio of designs.

Marcus, a local man who often rode Madame Gilly around for a small fee, offered up his services, just as excited for (Reader) as the Madame. "So, this is your lucky break, huh?" He offered a hand to the young employee. "Finally gonna start considering opening your own shop."

(Reader) smiled, stepping into the carriage without Marcus' assistance. "I've never been interested in business, Marcus, you know this. I just want to make clothes."

"You should also seriously begin considering marriage.."

"My work is my legacy, Marcus." (Reader) spoke sharply with a tight smile, shutting down the conversation. They had received many marriage proposals from eligible bachelors and bachelorettes since they became of age, but didn't take an interest in any of them. Of course, (Reader) found people attractive in the past, but never felt emotionally invested in anyone to marry them, and they certainly didn't need to marry for money or connections. The thought of having children one day was also something (Reader) had seriously debated, because although the fantasy of having a child was wonderful, the process of having a baby was intimidating. Whether through being impregnated or impregnating someone else, the baby stage was much more terrifying than the raising of a child, for reasons they couldn't quite explain. The anxiety was just too much to handle.

But (Reader) didn't feel like life was passing them by, nor did they have regrets, if they ever got married then their future spouse would wait for them, no matter how many years it took to meet them.

Marcus closed the door, and (Reader) deflated, thankful that he took the hint and ended the conversation.

The change between the road and the dirt path could be felt and it made (Reader) almost wish that they had worn a dress instead of pants, just for the added cushion on their rear end.

The first day went smoothly, and boringly, (Reader) had nothing to do but think, and the night was uncomfortable, even cocooned in their blanket. But it was the next day that everything went wrong. (Reader) never saw what happened, but suddenly the carriage careened off the path and tumbled down a cliff, crashing through the woods of the mountain side.

(Reader's) entire body became airborne in the carriage, slamming their head into the ceiling, barely giving them enough time to protect their neck with their arms before being thrown like a ragdoll, not feeling any immediate pain due to the rush of adrenaline. It happened so quickly, their balled up body bouncing five times against the walls and roof before landing bottom up on the escarpment.

Out of the shattered window, (Reader) saw Marcus lying motionlessly in a tree a good distance from the carriage. They pulled their body right side up, slowly becoming aware of the stinging pain across their body. Especially their leg. Blood soaked through their right pant leg, and (Reader) couldn't bend it. It was only the second day of their journey, so it would take two days until the Duke realized something was wrong, that the journey was taking too long, and sent out a search party, which would take a day to get to the road they fell off of. Would they even notice the tire marks? And if they did, would they risk the people to search for them?

(Reader) sighed, closing their eyes. There was no point in dwelling on what ifs. (Reader) was resigned to their fate.

"I wonder what will happen first.. Starving to death, or being eaten by a wild animal." They chuckled humorlessly. With nothing to do but wait for the inevitable (Reader) fell asleep, but that was possibly a concussion.

"There's something in there."

"A dead something."

Little voices whispered outside the wreckage, rousing (Reader) from their brain injured slumber. Eyes watched them from the broken window of the door, hiding themselves from view.

"I won't bite." (Reader) offered a smile, hoping whoever was watching them wouldn't be frightened off.

A childish gasp escaped, as one of the spies scampered off. "I thought you said it was dead!" It hollered into the woods.

The child left shuffled their feet in the leaves, debating. "You promise you won't?"

"I promise."

A tiny little thing dressed in rags popped her chubby cheeked head into view, large pointy ears almost drooping under their own weight stuck out from black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hair framed a green skinned face, making it obvious that the little girl was a goblin. She rung the front of her oversized shirt with her hands nervously.

"Hello." (Reader) cocked their head to the side in a mock bow, back and head in too much pain to attempt an actual greeting. The smile on their lips didn't leave.

"Hello.." The child mumbled in a timid way, copying (Reader's) head tilt.

"My name is (Reader). May I ask for your name?" (Reader) spoke in a low voice to appear as kind and non threatening as possible.

She took a small step forward, entering the little window without needing to duck. "My name is Vix Ix, but my brother calls me Beetle Hands."

"Why does he call you that?"

"Because I'm the best beetle catcher. At least, in my tribe." Vix Ix sat down cross legged just out of (Reader's) reach. Her large eyes wandered over (Reader's) form, mesmerized by their clothing. "What are you doing down here?"

"I had an accident. I was traveling to go meet with a potential client. I make clothes." (Reader) added that last part, seeing how the little girl's eyes sparkled while staring at the intricate needlework on their vest.

"Did you make that?" Vix Ix pointed a finger curiously at the top.

"Yes, I did. Would you like to see more of my work?" The tiny child nodded excitedly. The reaction was very human, and very adorable. "Everything may have.. scattered in the fall. But there should be a chest with a black lock, and a worn painting of a dove above it's latch. If you can find that", (Reader) fished through their pocket for a key and held it out to Vix Ix, "you can see a few of the dresses I brought for my client to look at."

Vix Ix grabbed the key, forgetting to be frightened. She ran back out of the wreckage, and (Reader) laughed, enjoying being able to bring wonder to a child in what (Reader) thought was their final moments.

They had heard so many rumors about goblins, so many stories, ranging from awful tales of mindless gnome sized trolls that murdered anything that breathed, to intelligent little creatures unfairly exterminated because of their annoying love of tricks and pranks. Sunlight glinted off of the broken shards of glass, reflecting into (Reader's) eye. How long had I been asleep? From their spot in the trees, they couldn't tell if it was midday or sunset.

Twigs snapped as the goblinette ran at full speed back to (Reader), out of breath and clutching a sparkly purple dress with butterflies embroidered at the hem line. "You made this?!"

"Hahaha! Yes I did. Do you like it?"

She was practically on the verge of tears. "It's beautiful! Is your client a princess?" Her voice was full of awe.

"The daughter of a Duke." The child waddled over, tripping on the bundle of dress in her arms, and sat much closer to (Reader) than she had earlier.

"It's so pretty!" Green fingers rubbed the fabric lovingly.

An idea came to (Reader) as they saw the joy in Vix Ix's face as she gripped the dress tightly. "You know.. I also had my sewing kit with me. If you can find that, I can trim up this dress for you."

Eyes wide with shock, her ears bounced like she had just been slapped, and asked in horror "You would cut up this dress?!"

Surprised, (Reader) felt their heart melt a little. "My leg is broken." Vix Ix looked down, and seemed startled by the blood. "I don't think there's any way the Duke's men are going to find me. So, I would have to cut off a lot of this dress to fit you, but I'd rather it be worn, then rot away in a trunk."

Tears began to drip down the little kid's cheeks, puffed up in an attempt to stop herself from crying. "I'll go find your sewing kit." She ran back out, sniffling loudly.

The moon rose high into the sky, and Hog Nose, a scrawny little boy who had an upturned button nose unlike any of the goblins in his tribe, held his ears as he was reprimanded by one of the tribe's strongest. Their tribe was small, and unusual. Decades ago their family began from a group of defectors, mostly women escaping their own tribes, wanting to create a community where they could flourish. Despite never attacking humans or causing mischief they suffered many casualties at the hands of adventurers, slaughtering them before they had the chance to explain themselves, forcing them to defend themselves. This left their family broken and impoverished. But they never gave in to "their nature" by stealing from travelers, an attempt to prove that goblins are not born evil.

"And you left Beetle Hands alone, possibly with a human?" Keegraul loudly asked incredulously.

Hog Nose whimpered, afraid of being punished and fearful for his sister. Keegraul grabbed a large dagger, almost a short sword in the young child's hands.

"She still isn't back yet, so lead the way."

The woods were dangerous at night, not only because of wild animals like mountain lions, but because of monsters that had slowly been migrating closer towards the goblins' home. Hog Nose shook as he led Keegraul through the trees, worried to find his sister hurt, or worse.

But what they found instead was that sound of laughter, emanating from a broken carriage connected to a dead horse with another corpse stuck in a tree nearby. Confused, Hog Nose ran to pile of broken wood, rushing past Keegraul who tried to stop him, knife ready for a fight.

"Beetle Hands!" He called out, not knowing what to expect, but surprised by what he found. His sister, wearing human clothing, with an injured human still fixing the bottom of the skirt.

"Hog Nose? What are you doing here?" She seemed genuinely confused, having had so much fun with her new human friend that she hadn't realized the time, standing in the dim light of (Reader's) lamp.

"I'm here to save you?"

Keegraul poked his head in after Hog Nose, curious as to the commotion. That's when the scarred man who had fought many battles with many adventurers, who never once met a human who treated him or his kin as equals, made eye contact with an exhausted person, pale from blood loss, fighting through their pain and fatigue, to make a dress for a little goblin girl. At least, that's what it looked like.

"What's going on here?" Keegraul meant to ask, but it came out as more of a demand.

Worried that they had offended him, (Reader) held up their hands. But Vix Ix beamed up at him, her large toothy grin radiating childish wonder. "(Reader's) making me a princess!"

"Oh, are they?" Keegraul released the tension he had been holding. The air smelled like blood, and at first he thought it was from the human's dead companions outside, but their broken leg was hard to miss. "It looks like they're dying."

Vix Ix ceased her bouncing, turning a terrified eye to (Reader). "Are you dying?"

(Reader) sent a quick glare to the adult goblin before shifting back to their comforting smile. "My leg just hurts, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Not if you don't get that taken care of." The goblin retorted, stepping closer and bending down to get a better look. He let out a noise of frustration. "I can't see anything but blood with these pants on."

Rough hands with broken nails peeled (Reader's) pants off, pausing whenever they sucked on their teeth in pain. The bone right beneath their knee was protruding from from it's flesh.

"That's a nasty break all right."

"Can you fix it?" The little boy goblin asked, still shaking from earlier, but now cradling his blade like a doll.

Delirious from exhaustion, (Reader) turned their smile to him. "What's your name?"

"Craak, or Hog Nose."

They could feel themselves about to pass out. "Hognose? That's my favorite snake. Cutest little snake I've ever seen.." Keegraul tightened their torn pants around their thigh, waking them up with the shooting pain.

(Reader) hissed, incapable of audibly screaming. "We should take you back to the hole, so that we can get that leg fixed up."

Vix Ix stood tall, arms straight in the air, with a determined look on her face. "You can lean on me!"

Keegraul sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'll find you a large stick for a crutch, and you can lean on my head for support." Vix Ix followed him, arguing about who got to support (Reader) on their journey, while Hog Nose stood shyly, still watching (Reader) with a small grin. "Did you mean that?"

(Reader) felt feverish, and couldn't focus their eyes. "Of course. You mean.. the snakes right? Never seen a cuter snake." Their breathing was labored, pausing between words awkwardly.

There was an odd blue tint forming on his baby cheeks, but it dissipated with the arrival of his little sister. "WE FOUND A STICK!"

The goblins all stared at the human receiving medical attention, gobsmacked. Everyone was incredibly interested in seeing who was special enough to be brought home by Keegraul. Especially the children, who were entranced by the dress (Reader) fixed up for Beetle Hands.

"Are you a princess?" A young girl asked, practically glowing.

"Haha no."

"Oh. Are you a prince?"

"Alright! Everyone go to bed!" Keegraul shooed the goblins back to the sleeping room. They all went back except a woman and Vix Ix. The lady seemed embarrassed, hiding herself by crossing her arms.

"You made this?"

"Yes. I have more dresses and fabric in the woods."

Her eyebrows were knit in what looked to be anger. "Why did you make a dress for Beetle Hands?"

"I just tailored it for her. Because she thought it was pretty."

"Yeah, but why?"

(Reader) smiled, understanding that the goblins must be suspicious of them. "Doesn't she look pretty?"

Vix Ix spun around, bumping into the other goblin. "I do!"

Her face softened. "You really think she's pretty?"

"Of course?" The goblin turned blue, like Hog Nose had earlier, and shuffled away.

(Reader) would later learn that her name was Reassa, and she warmed up to (Reader) quickly as they recuperated. In fact, all of the goblin tribe were incredibly welcoming to (Reader) to the family. They helped (Reader) between rooms, and generally fawned over them. As thanks for saving their life, (Reader) worked on reworking the dresses and fabrics the goblins found near the crash site into outfits for everyone. But as (Reader) got better, the goblins became more nervous.

"Are you thinking of leaving?" Keegraul wrung his hat in his hands, big sad eyes staring at (Reader) pleadingly.

"I'm sure my boss thinks I'm dead. It would be good to return home, and contact Marcus' family about his fate. But worry not, I won't tell anyone about you or the tribe." (Reader) smiled, practicing standing on their healing leg.

"That's not why I ask." (Reader) cocked their head, confused. "We trust you- I trust you. I know you wouldn't betray us. We- we'll just miss you."

Vix Ix popped out from behind a stack of boxes, knocking (Reader) to the ground, sobbing. "You're not leaving!"

Keegraul's heart broke. "Beetle -"

"No! Ti aim kahl, pen! (Reader's) not leaving!"

Reassa listened from outside the hole, along with three other women. They didn't understand. Didn't they make their love for (Reader) obvious enough? The flowers they would weave into crowns for them, the poems they world write for them..

One of the younger women started crying, head in her hands, choking on her sobs. Something dark grew in Reassa's chest, a feeling she often tried to force away, to prove to the world that they were wrong about goblins. A darkness, a possessiveness. "Maybe we should keep (Reader) here."

"We can't keep them against their will. They aren't a prisoner."

Reassa punched the entrance to their hollow, clenching her jaw tightly. "I love them."

"So do we.. but, what can we do?"

Hog Nose dropped a basket of vegetables. He had returned earlier than the other children. "Did you just say (Reader) is leaving?"

"Hog Nose! I'm so sorry, when did you get here?"

"I don't want them to leave!"

"I know, baby, but there's nothing-"

Hog Nose pulled out his dagger from it's sheath, rubbing his thumb across the beautiful golden vest (Reader) had made him as he did so. "(Reader) never learned our language."

"What?"

"What if the woods are too dangerous for them to go home? Because of the kahn piers?" The women all stopped, internally debating whether or not they could betray their fore mothers like this, lie to keep a human for themselves. But the decision was made for them, as Hog Nose slashed open his arm with the blade.

Inside the hole, (Reader) heard the women scream, and quickly wrestled Vix Ix to her feet so (Reader) could hobble to the opening. Reassa carried Hog Nose in her arms, a bloody mess, with a guilty expression on her face.

"What happened?" Keegraul demanded, watching as (Reader) pulled the little boy out of Reassa's arms to inspect the damage.

"He was attacked!" She collapsed, tearing at Keegraul's shirt.

"By what?!"

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to (Reader), the motion only noticed by Keegraul and Vix Ix.

"Kahn piers."

Keegraul's eyes widened, realizing immediately what they had planned without discussing with him or the other men. "What kind of idiot-"

"What's a kahn pier?"

Vix Ix looked at her brother, witnessing him quickly shut the eye he was peaking out of. "Kahn piers are the most vile, evil creatures in these woods!" She cried out, grabbing onto her brother dramatically. "Hog Nose is lucky to be alive!"

Shame ripped through Keegraul's spirit, but seeing (Reader) shake with fear, imagining them doting on the children, caring for an the adults, watching them leave.

Wouldn't it be wonderful? Having (Reader) there to brighten their little home, loving the young ones as their own pen? Almost like a real spouse?

Even the way they clung onto Hog Nose's bloodied body, too broken up to notice that all his wounds were only surface deep.

Keegraul knew that everyone would play along, no one would tell (Reader) the truth. Everyone loved them so much, it was almost disturbing.

"Call everyone back home. The woods aren't safe."

#not proofread #so tired #I'm a little sick #so please forgive me #bad writing #platonic yandere #yandere family #yandere goblins #yandere monster #may come back later to proofread #i just wanted to get it out there lol

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your-decadent-madam · 2 months

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Modern Au Annabel Lee would definitely use this when she's out for a couple of drinks. Or to seduce Lenore, knowing how she's fond of seeing Annie's chest (if you know what I mean).

(in case the quality doesn't let you see very well, it's a shirt with a heart shaped hole on the center of the chest).

#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee whitlock #modern au #The quality is not the best #so please forgive me

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zimmbzonzon · 5 months

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Wait. I'm sorry - did Lian carry Kuea up these fucking stairs?

Did he?

Up those stairs?! With our Kuea?!?!?

I don't care how gay those stairs are, if your boy's that precious to you get a railing. And maybe some carpet on those stairs too.

#with our Kuea?!#The stairs of death being a thing is new to me #So please forgive me #I was so anxious whenever they appeared in the frame #I'm so mad at Lian right now!#cutie pie the series #stairs of death #death stairs #thai bl

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therapized-eddie · 6 days

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i just remembered how much oliver talked in interviews about the great potential of the buck-natalia relationship the end of last season lmao

#so please forgive me #if i don't always trust what that boy says in interviews #about his storylines

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i-like-omori · 9 months

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people will re-ask things that i know they already asked like i dont have over 100 fucking asks in my asks

girl i didn't not-hear you, i'm just hearing EVERYONE ELSE and i got depression please be patient dude

#i wanna say babe cause it's more sympathetic and loving but it's also more romantic so i say dude instead #but the problem is dude makes it sound #like #7x more unfriendly #so please forgive me #also girl is non-gendered to me the same way dude is non-gendered to me so i wasn't calling anyone out i was just being sassy

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911-on-abc · 7 months

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Ahhhh I love this!!!! <3 thank you for including me <3

My family (we are super close!! my siblings r the other two thirds of my soul I love them)

My dog <3

music (talk to me about music! talk to me about music! talk to me about music!)

rock climbing

socializing with people (I love hanging out with people and meeting new people and talking to people. Being around people makes me happy. I'm 100% serious when I say this, but everyone is always welcome to DM me or send me asks or tell me they want to be friends. I will never think you are weird for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

+ 1. 911 and Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz's beautiful cow eyes lol

#my post #ask #pirrusstuff #911lbr also makes me happy #I know it's not perfect #but I've had a really good experience in the fandom #everyone has been super friendly and nice to me!#I'm really happy I created this sideblog <3 <3 <3 #I'm not going to send this to 10 people because I'm so busy today #so please forgive me

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the-mini-muse · 2 years

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Polin Drabble - Oblivious

For the Quick One Word Polin Prompt: https://the-mini-muse.tumblr.com/post/684037411383148544/quick-one-word-polin-prompts

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Oblivious - His wife could not be that oblivious thought Colin Bridgerton. His eyes glued upon her mouth as another strawberry was placed upon those succulent lips, she would take a small bite and lick and then suck on the tip of said fruit.

She would then close her yes and moan softly- her bosom heaving while licking the sweet juices that had smeared upon her lips. Then those lips would make such sinful popping sound as she sucked on the strawberry once more.

He was sure his hands still had the utensils mid-air for a good minute or two as he watched his wife’s display of appreciation.

His eyes flashed and his breath was caught in his throat as she let a small “Oh!” as if surprised to see some of the juices dripping down her fingers. He bit his lips as she put the stem down on her plate and start to lick each digit slowly. It was then he saw her glance at him that he knew. His wicked - utterly wicked - wife as teasing him. Letting the utensils drop unceremoniously on the table and forgetting his meal, he stood like a man on a mission. Colin grabbed his wife’s hand to take her back to their bedroom only to turn around and -using his other hand - grab the bowl of strawberries that she was perusing.

“Can’t forget this,” He let out a mischievous smirk as he lifted an eyebrow on his now giggling wife.

“No, definitely cannot forget those” She had the audacity to lick her lips and look at him with those eyes innocently. Their laughter echoed around their quiet home as they raced back to their room.

#polin #I tried #written and unedited #I'm not a writer #so please forgive me #I know there are so many grammatical errors #*shrugs*#colin x penelope #penelope x colin #penelope featherington/colin bridgerton #penelope/colin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #drabble #polin drabble #polin fanfiction #theminimusewrites:polin

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mctna2019 · 8 months

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he's my dearest friend

Well, we have a lot of missing scenes in mctna, scenes that are made up in our minds instead of being in the series. one of them for me was the gap between Seon-ho's death and Hwi’s death. we almost see a part of it. which is Hwi’s farewell with Hui-jae, but I think those few minutes were a long time for Hwi and he must have been thinking about the past and Seon-ho for most of it. I always remember his tears after Seon-ho's death and my heart is breaking and for the first time I saw him really alone in the series. (I know it's unfair, but I'm glad Seon-ho didn't witness Hwi's death and left earlier) so this came to my mind and I decided to somehow connect these three scenes and writing about Hwi's pain from Seon-ho's death.

+What would you do if you could go back to past?

- If I could go back, I would never have said those words

Hui-jae looked curiously at Hwi as he stared in front of him but didn't seem to be looking at the trees facing him, he was looking somewhere far away.an image beyond the green trees in front of him.Seon-ho's scream rang in his ears.

the emotionless mask on his face broke for a moment and he shouted at Hwi in a way that he had never heard from him before.

+Why don't you understand, you'll die ... believe me, you'll die

he was trembling, scared and worried. he was begging Hwi, begging him with his eyes, his voice, everything, not to go to Namjeon.but Hwi was so angry that he ignored it or didn't see it. he stole his gaze from Seon-ho's eyes.he knew with what cruelty he uttered the words.

-You and I aren't friends anymore

he looked into Seon-ho's eyes again and tried to continue without shedding tears.

-If we meet again, we're each other's enemies and if this happens, I might even kill you

Hwi clearly remembered how he looked at Hwi in disbelief, his eyes fixed on him searching for something missing in Hwi’s eyes.but Hwi didn't give him a chance.he pulled back and his hands were unwilling released and fell. Hwi didn't look behind him but he knew how Seon-ho's eyes were staring at his back, maybe hoping Hwi would come back.he didn’t return even once. he didn't think about how Seon-ho was going to walk out of the flames towards the wild soldiers outside with his unhealed wound from saving Hwi.he tried to forget it.

Hwi blinked to clear the tears that were blurring his vision and stared at Seon-ho's closed eyes, at the trail of tears beside his eyes. At the blood on his face and at his bloody hands lying beside his body, one wounded and the other motionless in Hwi’s hand.his body must have been cold due to the loss of a lot of blood and death, but he could still feel the warmth of his body.he was still warm in his arms.

- So let him go, he is my dearest friend

Hwi was angry.he wanted to kill Bang-won with his own hands, but as soon as he heard Bang-won's name as the cause of his father's death from Lee Seung Gi, the only thing that came to his mind was that torn page of the red book that was definitely torn by Seon-ho.Hwi just wanted to save him, not caring about his own revenge on Bang-won .targeting him wasn't easy after all fighting for him for years , but the one who fell on the ground at Bang-won's feet and in front of Hwi's eyes, the sword pointed at his neck, and even though he was wounded, he was still breathing, was his dearest friend,his only remain family.the one who Hwi wanted to make him suffer by saying that "he was no longer his friend "and he was satisfied by seeing the sadness and pain in his eyes.he was here now to make up for what he lost and preserve it.he would never lose Seon-ho, his dearest friend and the only remaining relic of his childhood.the others were all dear to him, but none of them were like Seon-ho and Yeon. Seon-ho was as precious to him as Yeon and he was like his family to Hwi.when Bang-won let them go, Hwi picked him up regardless of Seon-ho's grumbles, felt his warmth in his own arms and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hwi looked away from the gate and looked into Seon-ho's closed eyes one last time and held his lifeless hand tightly.

#my country the new age #my country: the new age #mctna #nam seon ho #seo hwi #I know my writing is too awful #but I love writing about pain in this show #so please forgive me

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seohwang · 10 months

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Okay, can I please request sub!mingi or wooyoung and Dollification?

It's just the idea of wrapping a feather boa around their neck, putting sparkles on their face.

And then ruining them so their makeup smears is just, omg it's so hot!

Okay, so this was SO overdue, I don't even think I can excuse this in any way at this point, lol. Just know that I'm really really sorry for taking so long with this, but please believe me when I say that I did genuinely have fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it as well!!

Also, I posted this on my other, more nsfw blog, since it turned out smuttier than I originally thought it would, hope that's okay! You can find the link to it right under the cut ♥

Porcelain.

Dollification with sub!Wooyoung x dom!reader

Read here on my other blog! <3

#honestly i'm still not over just how long it took me to write this #3 months #3 MONTHS #actually embarrassing #i am not joking when i say that this was haunting me the whole time i was studying for my finals lmao #but at last #it's here!!!!!!!!#so please forgive me #and i thank you for your patience #and just overall support in the past #you're very lovely and i appreciate you dearly #<3

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yoshkeii · 2 years

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Yooooo solo leveling is so good dude🤩‼️🙌

i damn know it is- i havent read it yet since i didn't have time to read a lot during school,, (other than dumbass books we were assigned-) but ive been wanting to for a very long time so im-

gonna binge read the fuck out of it soon

#calls;- 📱#i dont remember a lot of it #so please forgive me

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justaz · 4 months

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country bumpkin merlin not knowing anything about city life and accidentally courting arthur without knowing

merlin, watching gwen give lancelot her favor: why do you do that

gwen, heart eyes at lance and not paying that much attention to the conversation: so he knows i’m rooting for him

merlin, with an Idea: ah.

gwaine, lover of chaos, pisser offer of nobles and royals alike, ultimate wingman: merlin…you have such lonely lips. shall i introduce them to mine?

merlin, unaware of the game gwaine is playing: so you can steal my breath away? i think not, scoundrel

arthur, crushing his goblet in his hand:

merlin: arthur’s been in a bad mood recently :( i should cheer him up

merlin, remembering when arthur was put out when merlin brought morgana flowers and not him: i know just the thing

merlin, bringing a bouquet of carnations, roses, and tulips and setting them on arthur’s table while he’s eating breakfast: good morning, sire

arthur, trained on flower language in hopes that one day when he was to take a queen he could woo her easily, trying not to audibly choke on his sausage as he reads merlin’s declaration of love sitting in front of him:

arthur, who recently found out about merlin’s magic and was trying to find a way to bring it up, catching him in the act and watching merlin panic to explain himself:

merlin, Freaking: and i swear to you arthur, i have only ever used it for you. my magic is yours. my life is yours. i am yours. i would never do anything to harm you. i have protected you for years and will continue to do so at your side if you’ll have me

arthur, already believing them to be courting, desperately trying to figure out if that was a proposal for marriage or not but tired of being confused and deciding fuck it: here.

merlin, taking it: i…uh…huh?

arthur, watching merlin with hawk eyes and trying to figure out what he’s thinking and feeling: it’s my mothers sigil

merlin, confused as FUCK but is focusing on the fact that arthur is handing him something of his mother rather than a death sentence: my…my lord?

arthur, realizing how scared merlin’s must be about him finding out about his magic and trying to comfort him while also proposing, killing two birds with one stone: i will always keep you at my side, merlin, so long as we both shall live. if you’ll allow me.

merlin, almost collapsing with relief and tearing up, smiling at arthur as if he had parted the storm clouds to allow sun to shine down on them in that moment: of course…of course, arthur. always and forever.

merlin, watching the castle staff rush this way and that: wow. this banquet must be incredibly important

sir leon the long suffering, day one ride or die, one of the original merthur shippers: banquet? merlin, this is for your wedding

merlin, overworked and exhausted: my WHAT? to WHO??

leon, regretting everything he’s ever done in his life that led him to this moment: to…arthur?

merlin, over joyed but also absolutely befuddled: i’m getting married to ARTHUR?????

leon: you two have been courting for the past year or so, have you not?

merlin: i’ve been COURTING ARTHUR?????? FOR A YEAR?????????