#swimming in a sea of boredom

[legacygirlingreen]

My silly little HCs for Sebastian Sallow

Some of these are really random but I’ve just had an abundance of HC lately so I thought I’d share:

✨ I GENUINELY see a world in which Sebastian could be slightly messy in some areas and very orderly in others. I don’t think he’d be messy in EVERY aspect of his life. Sure his hair is messy (this i attribute to it’s natural texture and the fact he’s a teen boy and likely doesn’t care that much about it), that large stack of books near his bed and on his desk are messy and I’m sure his life can at times be pretty chaotic - but I get the vibe he still cares on occasion. He’s always dressed properly for class, no less than Ominis or his other classmates. I’m sure his papers and class notes are very immaculately organized and he’s got a system that on surface level looks chaotic but to him makes sense for his books and other possessions. I also don’t see it possible that he can be a complete slob either given how small the feldcroft house is and having to share it with Anne and Solomon (and Ominis).

✨ I think as a child he definitely had to learn how to self sooth, or find ways to entertain himself. We get hints that his parents were often locking themselves downstairs to research, leaving him and Anne to their devices and he seems very well liked by his professors - so this leads me to think that with the exception of the resitricted section and occasional mischief, he may not be as “high strung” as he’s often made out to be. With the amount of time he spends reading, snacking and just overall finding ways to keep from boredom, I can see a world where afternoons with Sebastian are much more laid back than one would imagine.

Which leads me into some loose ideas I think he’d conceive if he was dating you/MC:

* laying in the grass together on sunny days, reading silently, pointing out cloud shapes or looking for 4 leaf cloves together

* swimming in the sea in summer, sunbathing on the shores, skipping rocks

* baking the muggle way and enjoying homemade pie over candle light and engaging in thought provoking conversations

✨ I don’t think that Sebastian cares too much about his physical appearance as a teenager but I can definitely see it slowly becoming more and more a priority as he ages. Several people have pointed out that there’s a razor in their dorm and if you zoom in you can see he’s got the appearance of hair follicles on the high resolution zoom in screen grabs, so I think by seventh year he’s experimenting with facial hair. Probably sideburns or just a mustache as that would’ve been fashionable for the time, but I can see him letting his sideburns go in his least year at hogwarts. He’d claim it was “more convenient that way” since he “didn’t have to waste as much time shaving his whole face” but in reality he just feels more grown up and mature and he likes it - but likely wouldn’t want to be seen as vain.

✨ Sebastian grew up with a twin sister and is likely quite well versed in female anatomy and issues… he’s more than likely a SAINT when it comes to that time of the month, however I don’t think he’d see it as anything to mention. Likely just know it’s roughly that time again, casually offer more snacks, perhaps offer a simple back rub without saying anything, or other varieties of comfort without acknowledging WHY he’s doing so. If you ever bring it up he’d likely just shrug and say “just tying to be helpful since I know you likely don’t feel well” And leave it at that.

✨ I can see a variety of the love languages being important to him. I do agree he likely responds well to physical touch. You cannot convince me otherwise that he would not adore having someone play with his hair. He turns into a puppy immediately and it’s canon as far as I’m concerned. He also likely knows some mild form of braiding due to Anne so he probably equally enjoys returning the favor in that way. Sebastian gives me more strong touch in private but little to no PDA . Exceptions can be made for timely acceptable actions like a hand on the arm to escort but nothing crazy like necking in halls.

✨ however… private Sebastian could be a mixed bag. Initially I see him slightly nervous. Sebastian seems confident and headstrong in areas he’s familiar but we don’t see him ever feel unprepared. I get the sense he’d be anxious when he’s going in completely blind to new arenas like physical relations with a girl… So early on here May be apprehensive. I agree with the thought he would research all he could and go out of his way to make sure they were comfortable and he prevented pain. But once he’s got a good handle in it… he’s always looking to improve until he’s confident he’s making you feel incredible…

✨ Sebastian finds feminine hands to be so interesting. Despite not liking PDA I can see him constantly grabbing yours, examining them, admiring the softness, pressing kisses to the back of them, and just all around finding them so insanely beautiful despite being so simple.

✨ Sebastian sallow definitely is the type to practice his signature constantly. He gets bored in class I imagine, with as much reading as he does, he’s likely way ahead of his peers. It’s common to see him doodling out new ways of signing his name and he still hasn’t found the way that’s quite him yet but he will eventually…

✨ deep down I think he can be very self conscious. I imagine he’d find certain features less than perfection … such as his wide nose or bushy eyebrows. Dark eyes and dark features are quite common , I can see a world in which he so often feels quite plain. However the right partner coming along and kissing that button nose or playfully stroking his brow while he rests his head in their lap would slowly make him feel better about what he sees in the mirror. Being complimented on his appearance, something I’m sure gets lost in his many talents, would mean the world to him.

✨Sebastian has a sweet tooth and would 100% rock the dad bod when matured . He’s lean now with all the hogwarts cardio, but once he slows down he’s getting thicker. Just look at Solomon and tell me the sallow genes aren’t slightly husky (Also check out @rednite-dork bc she’s got some awesome art depicting a more aged up, dad bod seb and they are mouth watering 🤪)

I have soo many more but here’s some loose HCs , and I’m always down for a part 2💚

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #fluff #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow headcanon

[rustedhearts]

Head Over Heels (Boxer!Steve x Librarian!fem reader)

summary: you meet the handsome boxer Steve Harrington at a party. he falls head over heels for you instantly.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the steve collection ♡

author’s note: if you’re new to this series (since i didn’t write chronologically but this is the first fic): the reader’s name is “libby” which is just a stand-in for “librarian.” it’s still you!

warnings: fluff, casual dominance (yes, even from the start), steve being uncharacteristically sweet and nervous

hawkins, indiana july, 1989

The house seemed to be a rotation of young, twenty-something year olds, and the upbeat thump of the radio’s biggest hits. Right now, the stereo was blasting Rick Springfield, and though you knew the song and hummed the words, you couldn’t find it in yourself to dance. Instead, you remained seated in the La-Z Boy in the corner of the living room, watching your friend twirl between different men. You’ve been out of high school for two months, and she’d already been through a handful of them. You were by far the youngest here, and though you usually wouldn’t be so easily intimidated by a crowd, you were when you locked eyes on him.

Steve Harrington.

About thirty minutes ago—as your gaze wandered the room, chin in palm with boredom numbing your brain—you spotted him. Through the thick sea of people wading back and forth, on the other side of the wide living room, Steve Harrington lounged on a gingham sofa. Cigarette in hand, sunglasses tucked in the collar of his navy blue polo, biceps bulging and straining against the cuffs.

He looked just as handsome as he did four years ago, when he graduated from Hawkins High as swim team captain and resident heartbreaker. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t stop and stare at each one of his photographs in the display case near the gym.

Since he graduated, Steve started boxing. The town gossip usually fixated around him and his new career, and when he had his first big title fight in Indianapolis last year, Hawkins displayed a giant poster of him at town hall. Now, rumor had it they were asking for Steve in other cities around America, impressed by his violent skills.

And now he was staring at you. You shifted in the chair, cheeks warming under his steady gaze. The thump of the music found home in your chest, the rhythmic beat of your heart so forceful and intense that you felt flushed all over. You waited a beat, and looked up again. He was still looking. A girl walked in front of you, and as her blue skirt flitted by, Steve tipped his head to find you around the obstruction.

Your lips cracked into a giddy smile. He was watching you. At the sight of your pleasure, Steve mirrored it: a half-mouthed grin that softened the intensity of his brooding features. It was princely and handsome, and your smile only broadened knowing that it was directed at you. Steve took a drag of his cigarette, tipped his head back in place, and drew his arm across the back of the sofa. His eyes never left your figure, tucked in the armchair in a floral cardigan and denim shorts. Your sneakers were perfectly white and tidily knotted.

In a room full of blazing neon blue and painful bubblegum pink, you were soft and glowing. If he was being honest, Steve had been watching you for a while now—watching you glance around the room with your lip between your teeth, playing with the white laces on your Reeboks, fiddling with the most adorable pair of tortoise shell glasses perched on your nose. You hadn't spoken to anyone since you entered the room, but when you thought no one was watching, you sang along to the songs playing on the stereo. At first, he glanced over on accident, but he found himself mesmerized by your quiet grace and natural beauty.

Stomach flip-flopping and heart thumping, you inhaled shakily and tried to tear your eyes away from the handsome boxer. You weren't clueless—you'd heard all about his promiscuous (whoreish) antics all throughout high school and beyond. There's no way someone like that would bother with you.

Just as you swiveled the chair for a change of scenery, a boy nearby stumbled back into the arm of the chair, tipping his red solo cup onto your leg. You gasped at the cold, sticky beer sloshing over your bare thigh, leaping from the chair just as the boy jumped back.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, are you—"

"—hey! Why don't you watch where the fuck you're goin'?" A new voice suddenly barked over the music.

Heads turned and cheeks warmed (mostly yours, now blazing hot and fiery) at the sight of Steve Harrington standing beside you, glaring sharply at the perpetrator with an empty cup of beer. Steve's hand cupped around your elbow to pull you away, and the rough touch of his big, warm palm had you shivering.

"S-sorry, man, I didn't mean to."

Steve only waved his hand, head shaking as he dismissed the beer-spiller. The younger boy skittered away, and when he was gone, Steve turned to you. His hand hadn't left your arm and you couldn't stop blushing. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. God, were you sweating through your shirt? Beer was still running down your leg and into your white socks.

"You okay?" Steve asked, brows furrowed.

You swallowed, nodding mutely. Steve looked you over, frowning at the beer on your leg. He snatched a napkin from the coffee table nearby and watched you rub it over your leg.

"Fuckin' idiot," he huffed, eyes flitting back up to yours then. His cheeks suddenly pinkened. "I...Sorry, I just...I came rushing over—I'm Steve."

Left hand on your arm, he extended his right for you to shake, and your smile returned as you peered at it. A musical giggle bubbled out of you as you clasped it in a gentle shake, flashing that pretty smile that his knees buckling. His chest felt so tight and odd. Something ached in his throat. Your hand was soft, and up close, you smelled like something sweet and floral—lilacs. Lilacs and...beer. Your lips were shiny against the yellow lamplight.

"I'm Libby," you declared.

Steve inhaled sharply. Your fingers slipped away and he found his eyes chasing them. Jesus, what the fuck's wrong with you Harrington? He only had one beer, he wasn't drunk—but he surely felt like he was. His head felt light and full of air. He's staring at you for too long, now.

Clearing his throat, Steve ran his hand through the front of his hair—long, chestnut brown, fanned outward behind his ear—and motioned toward your beer leg.

"Should I—do you want—if you want, we can...get out of here? If you're not...doin' anything? The, um, music's givin' me a headache anyway." What the hell, Harrington?

Steve clenched his teeth and exhaled sharply through his nose. You were just so much prettier up close. He could barely think with your eyes blinking up at him from behind those glasses. And blink you did (in disbelief) at his proposal. Your mouth ran dry, heart on your tongue, palms slick with sweat, stomach bloated with butterflies.

All you could do was nod for a moment, before you swallowed once more and finally found your words. "Yes. Y-yes, I'd like that."

It was hard for Steve to contain the joyous grin that broke out on his face, but he did his best. It showed face with another lopsided smirk, and then Steve was stepping back to motion toward the door.

"After you."

It was exquisite, to be leaving a house party with half your senior class and a group of random twenty-something year olds watching Steve Harrington trail after you. Heads turned to watch the two of you head toward the door, mouths moving rapidly to murmur about the predicament. Steve's friends hollered after him in search of explanation, but Steve never even stopped to justify.

He opened the door, smiled, and waited for you to pass through.

♡ ♡

After deliriously wandering along the sidewalk for about ten minutes, the both of you decided that the refreshment situation at the party was dastardly—and you were starving. Steve immediately questioned what your favorite food was, promising you whatever you liked. As you approached the town square, suddenly all you could think of was Tony's, the tiny mom-and-pop pizza parlor on the corner next to Melvald's.

Steve pulled your chair out and pushed it back in once you were seated, and as you waited for your greasy cheese pizza to share, set his eyes upon you with eager attention. Your shoulders squeezed together, lips pursing to conceal a smile, and your eyes touched the wooden table with nerves reddening your face.

"What?" you squeaked under his stare.

Steve eased back into his chair, head cocking toward his shoulder. You peeked up through your lashes and watched his eyes roll over you. He took his lip between his teeth and shook his head as though in disbelief.

"Just lookin' at you," he graveled.

You giggled, reaching up on the table to grab the paper straw wrapper, playing with it in your lap to ground yourself. He was so handsome. His shoulders were broad and muscular, and he smelled like something musky and manly. You didn't even mind the cigarettes. Something about them sticking out of his back pocket made your heart flutter. Your mother would lose her mind.

After a moment of silence and low jazz on the stereo overhead, you piped up. "Is your head any better?"

Steve furrowed his brows for a moment, before they relaxed and he grinned. "Oh, s' fine. I get 'em a lot, headaches. Comes with the territory. I'm a—"

"—a boxer. I know," you murmured sheepishly, ducking under his raised eyebrows.

"Oh, is that so?" Steve squinted amusedly, tapping his finger on the table.

Your eyes followed, admiring the wideness of his hands, the slender length of his fingers. He wore a brown leather-banded watch around his wrist, and you swallowed at the sight of it.

"Yeah. It's...kind of hard to miss your face on the side of the Super Mart." You giggled.

Steve's cheeks reddened, a chuckle huffing out of him. He scratched at the nape of his neck and shifted in his seat.

"Yeah. Yeah, you got me there. And, uh, what do you do?"

He watched you perk up, hands tucked under your thighs. Pride seemed to glimmer in your eyes as you tipped your chin up and smiled nervously.

"I'm a librarian. I started last summer just for fun, and when I graduated they gave me a full time position."

Steve's eyes flitted over you adoringly again. A librarian made so much sense.

"And you like it?"

You bobbed your head eagerly, eyes rounding behind the reflective lenses of your glasses.

"I love it. I love books, so...I guess that helps." You laughed.

A waiter in a black t-shirt and jeans came to table and slid a metal tray with a steaming, gooey, and glistening pizza on it between the two of you. When he was gone, Steve grabbed one of the plates at the head of the table and pointed to the tray.

"How many do you want?"

Your cheeks swelled with heat again. "Two, please."

He handed you the slices, and you waited until he had four of his own to begin biting at yours. You took tiny, delicate bites, and Steve watched over the pull of his white cheese as you paused to sip at your water occasionally. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something gentle about the way you moved. He could still smell your lilac scent.

"What's your favorite book?" Steve mumbled around a mouthful of cheese.

Your eyes popped over to him, surprised at the question. In all honesty, you were surprised he hadn't chuckled at your occupation. Most of the boys you'd gone out with poked fun at it—or made inappropriate jokes about bending you over in your cardigan and pencil skirt. You were either terribly sexualized or laughed at.

But Steve Harrington did neither.

"Oh, um...ever? Or right now?"

Steve chuckled, wiping his shiny fingers on a thin napkin crumpled beside his plate. "I didn't know you could have both."

You beamed. "Of course you can. My favorite book changes the more I read."

Steve smiled, watching you swoop down for another bite of your nibbled pizza.

"I'm not much of a reader," he explained. "I was never very good at it."

You shrugged, wiping your own fingers.

"That's okay. I'm sure I wouldn't be very good at boxing."

Steve chuckled, reaching over the table squeeze your bare bicep. He smelled like pizza and Marlboros and he was so pretty. You always thought his eyes were brown in the dully-colored photographs at school—but in the fluorescents of the pizza parlor, they held sparks of olive and gold, more hazel than anything. His lips were plump and pink and soft and he had a bruise on the underside of his jaw that you hadn't seen until now.

"With these muscles? I think you could give me a run for my money."

You giggled, rubbing at your arm where his touch was when it disappeared back into his lap.

"Should we bet on it?"

Steve placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Whatever you want, baby."

Your entire face felt like the surface of the sun, and you did your best to hide your smile in a mouthful of pizza. But his flirtatious stare caused a giggle to burst through, and you felt like you were in fifth grade passing notes to your crush all over again. Steve cocked his head again, the smallest tip to the left.

"What?" you pouted, riddled with anxiety at his stare.

Steve arched his brows, holding his empty hands up. "I'm just lookin' at you."

You shifted on your chair, gazing down at your plate. Steve tipped his chin down to follow.

"You're nice to look at," he murmured gently.

You were certain you'd never felt this giddy before. You tucked your hair behind your ear and played the ends anxiously, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Your stomach rumbled with hunger but you couldn’t find it in yourself to eat. Steve was too handsome, too pretty, too sweet.

And though he looked a little mean if he didn’t plaster on a smile, and the sheer size of him made you nervous, and the sound of his voice, gruff and unemotional even with the sweetest sentiment, made you shiver and squirm and your stomach ache—you could tell that beneath that broody exterior, Steve Harrington was a kind and loving man.

You could see it in the way he coaxed you to eat just one more slice of pizza, and offered to refill your Coke once it was down to the ice. It spoke through the way he collected your trash and pulled out your chair, and held the door open for you in the wild whipping wind. He moved you to the inner position on the sidewalk so you weren’t near the road, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders at every crosswalk.

He was an attentive listener, and didn’t seem the least bit bored when you went on a rant about why Virginia Woolf was better than Jane Austen, but why it wasn’t fair to compare the two all the same. He was humble with his boxing stories, and refrained from boasting about his current undefeated status across America.

“I have a fight comin’ up in Cleveland, actually,” Steve said.

You trailed along the streets through the town square, past the closed shops and darkened window displays. The street lights bathed the mostly-barren road in a soft white glow. Your fingers had been brushing together for the past twenty minutes since your departure from the pizza parlor, but you were both too nervous to join hands. Steve didn’t any to push, and you didn’t want to assume.

“Oh, that’s cool,” you beamed, tipping your head back to gaze at him. “How many cities have you fought in now?”

Steve pursed his lips, humming lowly. “Fifteen, I think, but some are in the same states, so…s’ nothin’ too special. My coach says I might be goin’ big time soon, though. Like…bigger than state clubs.”

You smiled, scuffling to a stop near the movie theater entrance. Under the glowing yellow bulbs of the promotion sign, Steve turned to face you.

“I’m happy for you, Steve. It seems like you’re really passionate about it. Which means it is special.”

Steve gave a sheepish shrug, stepping closer. You could smell him again, feel the warmth from his buttoned chest. You swallowed as his eyes moved to your mouth.

“S’ the only thing I’m good at.”

At your side, he brushed his fingers against your wrist. Your breath hitched, eyes rounding in delight. Steve took that as a sign to slip his fingers into your palm, and when it flowered open in invitation, he wove your fingers together.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” you whispered.

Steve smiled, reaching with his free hand to tuck a strand of hair falling in your eyes behind your ear. The side of his knuckle grazed the arch of your ear, trailing down the side of your neck. You straightened at the wandering touch, skin buzzing with warmth and excitement. Steve followed his touch all down your neck. When his hand fell to your shoulder, he took it away, and met your gaze again. His was soft, round, warm and gentle. He had the faintest collection of hair above his lip.

“You’re so pretty,” he confessed quietly.

You could have burst with delight. Though it was always implied when boys took you on dates, or made out with you in the back of their cars in the gymnasium parking lot, rarely had anyone told you how beautiful they found you. Rarely, in the company of a man, had you ever felt it.

But standing under Steve Harrington’s gaze, you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“Steve?”

Steve seemed surprised by the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. His eyes widened.

“Yeah?”

You smiled a soft, shy smile, and tipped your chin down. “Can you…can you kiss m—“

Two fingers curled under your chin and lifted your head before you could finish, and then a mouth attached itself to yours. Steve’s mouth: warm and soft and filled with the aftertaste of pizza and a faint, few-hours-ago trace of tobacco. You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed against his cheek, tipping your head to meet the ministrations of his mouth. Your hand squeezed tighter around his. His fingers left your chin to cup your cheek. He handled you like something delicate and special.

You broke away when the air grew thin, and each of your eyes fluttered open to blink dazedly into each other’s flushed, swollen-mouthed faces. You brought your free hand to your mouth and giggled against your fingers. Steve’s smile was broad and boyish, and he gently stroked his thumb against your cheek.

“Like that?”

You nodded your head quickly. “Exactly like that.”

♡ ♡

Your spontaneous date with Steve Harrington came accompanied by a restless night of sleep. You tossed and turned and kicked your sheets, mind full of images of Steve kissing you under the streetlights, and again on your porch when he walked you to the door. You scrawled your number on the back of an old receipt, and, unbeknownst to you, Steve stared at it in his hand all night.

The morning came sticky and hot, with a soft golden sun that filtered through your floral curtains and cast pink blobs across your sheets. You were finally sleeping peacefully, drooling onto your pillowcase, sprawled out across your ruffled bedspread, when the phone shrilled downstairs. You groaned at the sound, burying your face deeper into the pillow. Your mother, flipping pancakes in the kitchen, answered the phone.

Less than a minute later, she poked her head into your room.

"Honey?" she cooed.

A moment passed without response.

"Honey, it's for you."

Blearily, you rolled onto your back and grunted.

"Whois it," you slurred, dazed from sleep.

"Someone named Steve? He said—"

You jumped out of bed, hurriedly shoving your feet into your ratty bunny slippers. You practically flew down the stairs and into the kitchen, where your father was reading the newspaper at the table. He furrowed his brows over the rim of his glasses as you picked up the phone and rubbed your eyes free of sleep.

"Hello?" Suddenly, the sleepy mumble of your voice was gone—replaced with a chipper coo.

"Hey, beautiful."

Your cheeks immediately bloomed pink, and you glanced over your shoulder toward your father at the table. You slipped into the dining room, stretching the coiled cord as you went.

"Hi."

Steve chuckled. "Hi. I'm sorry for calling so early, I just...I was hoping I could see you again."

Easing back against the floral wallpaper of the dining room, you took your lip between your teeth and held your breath. A flutter entered your chest.

"Libby?"

You released your breath and swallowed. "Yes, I...I'd love to see you again. When were you—"

"—what are you doing right now?"

For Steve Harrington, your answer was nothing. You were doing nothing at all but rushing to your room and readying for a morning full of him. When the doorbell chimed, you breezed down the staircase in a white sundress and what Steve still called 'the fuckin' cutest' pair of powder blue kitten heels. Through the frosted glass of your front door, Steve was a blob of white and blue and a pop of vibrant pink—swinging open the door, you realized the pink were a large bouquet of pink peonies.

"Oh, Steve," you gasped, eyes wild with delight.

Steve's cheeks burned, holding them out by the stems. In the kitchen, your mother peered around the corner to snoop. You collected the flowers in your arms and beamed at him. The faintest smile touched his lips, but inside, he was melting. The back of his white t-shirt already gathered with sweat.

"They're beautiful."

Steve didn't know a fucking thing about flowers, but if they got him a reaction like that, he'd buy you a bouquet every day for the rest of his life.

"I'm glad you like them."

You drove this time, tucked neatly into the passenger seat of his burgundy BMW. He parked on the curb of Laurie's Diner and held your hand until you were seated in a vinyl booth pressed up against the window. You plucked a laminated menu from the table and flapped it open, looking over the options. Your hair was pretty today, and Steve found himself flitting between his menu and your head, unable to take his eyes away. It caught the light in such a glorious way.

"I'm not very fond of omelets, but I love scrambled eggs. But then, French toast sounds good, especially now that strawberries are ripe," you rambled, with a certain air to your voice that made everything sound like poetry.

Steve felt like he couldn't breathe just watching you read a fucking breakfast menu. You were still gazing down at it, brow furrowing frustratedly at your own indecision.

"Steve?"

Steve blinked back to reality, cheeks blazing hot again. "Sorry. Just lookin' at you again."

You giggled, hiding a blush behind the menu. Steve set his down, flipping over his coffee mug.

"Get all of it, if you want. French toast, scrambled eggs, pancakes—whatever you want," he declared.

You closed your menu, placing it on the table. "Really?"

Steve shrugged, tossing his arm on the back of the booth. His watch glinted in the sun and temporarily blinded you.

"Really. Whatever you want, angel, s' on me."

The new nickname made your stomach flip, and you toyed with the ends of your utensils to avoid meeting his amused gaze.

"Only if we share."

Steve chuckled. "Fine by me."

You grinned, sliding your menu toward the end of the table with a new sense of determination and cheery delight.

"I hope you can eat, champ."

When the food came—pancakes, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, French toast, two kinds of muffins, sausage, hash browns, and practically every drink on the menu—the two of you made good on your deal and split it fairly evenly. Steve was surprised at how much you could put away, watching with raised brows as you finished your fourth pancake and third egg.

All the while, you made him laugh. You told him about the library—which he never imagined to be such a fun place but you made it sound like DisneyWorld—and when you asked him about boxing, you seemed genuinely interested.

"So...you can knock someone's teeth out?"

Steve reached over and took the strawberry jam from your hands, twisting the lid off and holding it out.

"Mhm, and I have. It's a rite of passage, only a matter of time until mine are gone."

You giggled, dropping dollops of jam on your plate as you scooped it with a butterknife from Steve's palm.

"I hope not."

When your toast had been buttered and jammed, you took a bite, and held the other half out to Steve. The two of you seemed to move with the comfort and familiarity of a five year relationship, never pausing to anticipate, never stopping to wonder—you just knew. You knew what Steve was going to do before he did it, and he knew what you were going to say before the words even came out of your mouth.

Your stomaches burned from laughter and your cheeks throbbed from blushing, and it was as Steve watched you hiccup from too many giggles that he suddenly could no longer ignore the weeping ache of his heart.

"I really like you," he murmured softly.

But over the chime of the bell above the door, and the chatter of diner eaters, and the clank of dishes and utensils, those words were all you heard. You smiled, full-mouthed and pretty, and reached over the table for his hand. Between the half empty plate of scrambled eggs and a bowl of blueberries, your fingers intertwined.

Steve really liked you. And he knew, as you collected his mouth in a syrup-sticky kiss, that in no time, Steve would love you, too.

♡ ♡

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[blossom-sims]

Elemental Legacy Challenge for TS3

Hi all, this is my first Sims 3 legacy challenge I've made myself, it is a result of my boredom on a Saturday evening but it was a lot of fun, so I'll throw this at you ☺

This elemental legacy challenge is for The Sims 3 and spans 9 Generations. It is inspired by the Chinese Zodaic Elements and also inspiration from my favourite JRPG's which utlise a lot of elemental themed magic. It has guided ideas and generational requirements with story themes throughout. Feel free to tag me if you have a go at this ✨

Rules:

I have listed the intended requirements for each generation, move on to the next generation once the requirements are complete or the next heir becomes a young adult

I have listed some guidance on careers, lifetime wishes and traits. I recommend taking 2-3 of the traits listed but they aren't mandatory

You can use money cheats if you wish, I've tried to write the generational order to put you in the desired financial spot for storytelling, but please just have fun with it

Please do alter and play this how you wish & how your stories pan out, the guidance is just there for ideas and isn't meant to limit you

Generation 1 - Earth

Child of earth, you are grounded and resillient. Your goal is to provide your family with solid foundations for the generations to come. You are selfless, stubborn and driven. You know what you want and will work your upmost to achieve it. Your ambitious and frugal nature can get on other's nerves and prompts the question: with so much planning for the future, are you really taking time to enjoy your own life?

Traits: Ambitious, Frugal, Natural Cook, Snob, Workaholic

Job: Medical Career

LTW: World Renowned Surgeon

Requirments:

Begin in a starter house. You should not move lots or houses this Generation and instead add extensions onto your house when needed

Master the cooking and nectar making skills

Fall in love and marry one person in your lifetime

Do not have children until you reach level 8 of your career

Save 20,000 for the next generation

Generation 2 - Water

Child of water, thanks to your parents hardwork, you had a carefree childhood and now plenty of savings behind you. You are a calm free spirit that lets the oceans currents carry you to your next adventure. You are in no rush to settle in one place just yet, why rush when you are having such fun? Your time for settling down will come evetually. Whatever will be will be.

Traits: Adventurous, Loves to swim, Commitment Issues, Easily Impressed, Athletic

LTW: Seaside Saviour/Seasoned Traveler/Deep Sea Diver

Job: Lifeguard

Requirements:

Travel to 3 different destinations

Do not get married and settle down until adulthood

Have at least 3 children with 3 different people you meet in your travels

Master the diving skill

Own a boat or live in a houseboat

Generation 3 - Fire

Child of fire, you are passionate and hot-headed, throwing yourself headfirst into your work and relationships with a grandeur flair. You wear your heart on your sleeve, making many flock to you for friendship or more. Your self-awareness around your temper certainly helps your popularity as you channel your temper into your physical fitness. You certainly aren't burning out anytime soon!

Traits: Social Butterfly, Hot-Headed, Artistic, Loves the Heat, Flirty

LTW: Super Popular

Job: Self-employed Painter

Requirements:

Master the painting and martial arts skills

Have at least 20 friends and maintain friendships until you are an elder or the next generation takes over

Have 3 passionate lovers in your lifetime

Throw a party once per week

Woohoo once per week

Generation 4 - Grass

Child of grass, you just can't get enough of babies, especially your own! Your family and their wellbeing are your whole world. You live to nourish, protect and teach your loved ones. However, you have been told on one or more occasions that you can be overbearing...a helicopter parent perhaps? Don't they know you only want what is best for them?

Traits: Nurturing, Perfectionist, Loves the Outdoors, Family Orientated, Green Thumb,

LTW: Surrounded by Family/The Perfect Garden

Job: Daycare

Requirements:

Have a garden and live off the land, using your grown produce for meals

Max the gardening skill

Fall in love and marry your childhood sweetheart

Have 5 children and a bad relationship with at least one

Teach all of your children their toddler skills

Live within your means in a small-medium house - never have more than 10,000 in household funds

Generation 5 - Ice

Child of ice, your parents doting nature only added onto your pressure. You never felt like you fit in with your family, never felt understood. They were all so extroverted and loud whilst you much preferred your quiet isolation. Perhaps that's why you prefer animals over people. You have a lot of love to give, I can only hope you will find someone to share that with (who is not one of your many pets).

Traits: Shy, Animal Lover, Hates the Outdoors, Savvy Sculptor, Loves the cold

LTW: Descendant of Da Vinci

Jobs: Self employed Sculptor/Painter/Inventor

Requirements:

Have a poor relatioship with your parents and siblings, you will leave your childhood family home as soon as you age into a young adult

Have 3 pets at one time

Only leave your house when necessary

Meet your lover through online dating

Master the sculpting and inventing skills

Have a child through the time machine

Generation 6 - Electricity

Child of electricity, you sure are a shocker! You thrive in the spotlight and want all eyes on you, for better or worse. You would never miss an opportunity to make a good story for the headlines. Rumours have been circulating that your appearances are a rouse: you're broke, narcissistic and even miserable! They're just jealous of your fame and fortune...right?

Traits: Inappropriate, Star Quality, Charismatic, Daredevil, Irresistible

LTW: Superstar Actor/Rock Star/Vocal Legend

Job: Actor/Musician/Singer

Requirements:

Reach Celebrity Level 5

Reach Level 10 of your chosen career

Have 3 negative scandals in your lifetime

Act inappropriately once per week

Live beyond your means - live in a large mansion and keep your household funds below 5,000. Spend any additional income on items, spa treatments and activities

Have a fall from grace and leave your children with nothing

Generation 7 - Metal

Child of metal, you know what it's like to be at rock bottom. Due to your parents neglect and carelessness, you taught yourself all you know to get by and find your next meal, even if you aren't proud of it. You are stubborn, self-reliant and one hell of an evil genius. You won't hit rock bottom again. Ever.

Traits: Evil, Kleptomaniac, Genius, Night Owl, Rebellious

LTW: Become a Master Thief

Job: Criminal Career

Requirements:

As a teen: consistently maintain D's at school, skip school, pull pranks and steal from neighbours

Work for tips as a mixologist in your young adulthood

Master the mixologist skill and learn every drink recipe

Have a found family

Steal an item every week

Never fall below 2,000 simoleons when you are independant. If you do or are about to, start doing whatever is necessary. We will never hit rock bottom

Marry a rich sim, have a child with them and kill your partner off

Generation 8 - Air

Child of air, your life so far has been turbulent and chaotic. Your parents death has scarred you and you have floated through life lost. You try to travel on the right path for your late parent, but you can't help but feel there is more to life than what meets the eye. There are sounds at night that wake you, unexplained foresight into future events and a pull to the paranormal. Perhaps it is time to stop fighting this unknown path and instead let the winds carry you to where you are meant to be.

Traits: Good, Light Sleeper, Unlucky, Over-Emotional, Neurotic

LTW: Master of Mysticism/Paranormal Profiteer

Job: Fortune Teller/Ghost Hunter

Requirements:

Join a base game job in young adulthood. Quit once you reach level 3

Reach level 10 of your chosen career

Donate money to charity every week to honour your late parent

Marry a supernatural or one of your clients

Do one exceptionally good thing in your lifetime (examples include: cure a supernatural, adopt a child, revive a dead sim)

Have a close relationship with your children

Generation 9 - Space

Child of space, you certainly are special. With your parents holding a unique view on the world and the afterlife, you grew up with an open mind and childlike awe of life's wonders and mysteries. Your parents advocated for you to question the world, and question you did! You excelled in your studies and took a particular interest in space. Is it true you become a star if you die?

Traits: Genius, Childish, Athletic, Slob, Ambitious

LTW: Perfect Student

Job: Military

Requirements:

Keep straight A's throughout school

Go to university and achieve a perfect GPA

Master the logic skill

Reach space by becoming an astronaut (Reach level 10 of the military career)

Have an alien baby

#Elemental legacy #sims 3 legacy #sims 3 challenge #ts3 gameplay #ts3 #sims 3 #blossomsims #elementallegacychallenge #sims #s3elc

[spicyclover]

Boobs in Boobland

Summary: Jealous Lance is something else

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comments section!

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

The holidays suit you well. You are relaxed, you are rested, and above all, you are satisfied. Oh yes, you are satisfied. After complicated weeks, the summer holidays have finally arrived. You can’t be happier. That’s why you didn’t tell Lance you were going under the French sun for the next week. You two, on a beach, near the sea, away from the city's noise, pollution and gossip. Tranquillity is all you’ve asked for this year.

You’re sunbathing on the beach and sipping a cocktail on your second day. The orange colour reminds you of the burning sun of last night, the sweat on your skin, the salty water on your lips and the lust of Lance between your legs. Since you arrived on the sunny coast, you don’t stop. It doesn’t matter when and where, as long as the urge is there. There is letting go of what you like from Lance, which gives you uncontrollable desires.

You feel the sun caressing your skin, your hat on your head to protect your face, and you listen to the sound of the waves that will come. You hear the pages of Lance’s book turn one after the other in a steady rhythm. That’s what you love about a vacation. That need to do nothing, on a beach sipping cocktails all day. You inhale deeply before you get on your stomach. You close your eyes and feel the sleep wave carry you out to sea.

Lance gradually loses his attention from his book. He does not like to be inactive for too long. He does not want to do anything for hours; it is already the second day. He leaves his book and observes the ocean in the distance. He doesn’t want to swim. He doesn’t want to read. He doesn’t want to do anything. He sighs as he looks at you. Your breathing is slow, and you’re gone. He finds it useless to wake you up after all. You’re the one who wanted his vacation. He watches families playing with their children. He watches young people playing volleyball. He watches the waves collapse on the sandbar. Boring.

To forget his boredom, he heads to the bar. The bartender quickly takes his order and looks around him distractedly. A strange feeling of someone watching him overwhelm him. He turns around and meets the look of a young woman. She is beautiful. Brown hair, hypnotic eyes and a smile to make any loyal man yield. Lance smiles timidly before turning his eyes away. A few seconds pass before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps and curls at this contact, which is not his. He quickly turns around to meet the eyes of the young woman who has just crossed his gaze.

"Lena," she says with a cheerful smile. Lance clears his throat before responding. She knows that Lance is uncomfortable, and it makes her giggle. She presses her hand on his shoulder again as she approaches him. "We could. You know. Go somewhere else."

Lance’s eyes widen at this proposition, and he looks around him, hoping to find help. The woman passes her hand lazily over his arm, and he blushes intensely. "She's attractive and yet totally terrifying." He thinks. He begets before politely refusing the tempting proposal. Lance swings her hand back toward the bar. He turns around, hoping she will go away and get the message. He grabs his phone quickly. She doesn't waste her time and goes away, probably searching for her next target. He grabs his phone quickly.

To love :  You’re never going to deviate from what just happened! Lancelove: What?!? To love :  Some girl just hit on me. 

You look up at the bar, where you can see a glimpse of Lance at the bar next to a gorgeous mannequin.  

Lancelove: Oh cool! Is she pretty?  To love :  Well, yeah! Pretty creepy. Lancelove: HAHAHA! Good for you.  To love :  Not jealous? Lancelove:  Should I be?  To love :  No.  Lancelove: Then no. I love you, and I know you love me. Why would I be scared of a random girl?  To love :  Don’t know… Lancelove: Love haha! Stop worrying. You did nothing wrong. But if she attempts something else, she will feel my fist. To love :  Hahah! Coming soon.  Lancelove: Good! Take your time. I’m talking to Chad. 

It is low of you, but you can help it. 

To love :  Who’s Chad?  Lancelove: A surfer. He’s nice!  

You smile at your text, knowing Lance too well. He can’t help but be jealous of other men. It’s not your first rodeo with this. You never mind Lance being hit on by girls because you know he is coming back home to you at the end of the day. 

To love : 

K. 

Lance’s heart missed a beat. How dare this « surfer » to talk to you? Everyone knows you’re his girlfriend. He pays the bartender before heading quickly to the loungers where you are. He hurries by your side, and you laugh when you see his eyes looking for this famous Chad. You take your glass from Lance’s hands.

"Not funny,"

"Oh yes! You should see yourself." You giggle, sipping the drink. 

Lance’s gaze comes down to your chest, which is exposed to the open. He likes your breasts. He can spend all day and all night cuddling them, but it’s his. No one has the right to see that part of you reserved for him. He didn’t spend months chasing you so you could show up on the beach, let alone on social media.

"What are you doing? Put your top back on!" He says, taking his towel to cover you.

You raise your eyes to the sky by grabbing the towel with your hand to stop him. You rest your glass on the small bedside table between you and turn to him again.

"Lance, look around. There's nothing but boobs for as far as the eye can see—boobs in Boobland. Nobody cares about mine."

"They will when they're on the cover of some sleazy tabloid." He growls in his beard. He gets up and picks up your things quickly. You look at him in shock. You certainly don’t understand this change in attitude. Yes, you know he’s jealous, but at this point? "All right. We're going back to the room." You don't argue more and put your shirt on.

He reaches out, and you catch his hand. You walk quickly to the hotel room. He does not exchange words the whole way back and even in the elevator. His hand grabs yours tightly. A feeling of apprehension invades you, and you do not know what to expect. The floors go up, and you can’t help but get a thousand scenarios in your head.

The doors open, and you walk quickly to your room. He lets go of your hand and locks himself in the bathroom, leaving you unpunished. Well, this is confusing. All this jealousy thing for nothing? Not even sex. He's just upset. This is a real bummer. You are about to turn your heels when the bathroom door opens again, and Lance looks at you. His eyes are black with desire. It’s hard to swallow when you look at what’s in his hands.

Handcuffs.

It has been a while since you've used those. You’re not a fan of this masochism. You don’t like to be held against your sandstone. You want to touch, smell, taste and see. You tried a few times with Lance to please him, but you failed to feel the pleasure he brought you each time.

"On the bed." His voice is dark. You swallow again, but you do as you're been told.

You sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for him. Lance is not satisfied with what you’re doing, so he grabs you firmly by the thigh and lifts you up before letting go in the middle of the bed. He's above you, handcuffs holding your first grip to attach them to the bars of the bed. He squeezes a little stiff, and you whimper in pain. He intimidates you to shut up.

"You've been a naughty girl." He says, rapping your shirt off. You breathe deeply. Your chest is no longer covered. You feel the breeze of the wind entering the room, making you curl. Or is it Lance’s greedy look that makes you think that? "You don't want to be a naughty girl, don't you?"

You look at him. You wait for the rest. The excitement goes up a notch. He plays a game. He knows how to make you want, how to make you come without even touching you. He knows your weak points.

"Answer me."

"No, Lance."

"No, who?"

"No, master."

From that moment on, everything becomes an intense blur. All you remember is how many times you moaned unnamed. The number of marks he left on your body, grabbing, sucking, getting hard. The overstimulation feeling you can't deny. He's the real deal.

You didn’t even take the time to go down to eat. A simple pizza did the trick. He fed, pampered, and loved you with all his being. He showed you that you belong to him and that he belongs to you. It was around the stroke of midnight that the handcuffs left your sore wrists, and you were finally able to touch him.

You spent the rest of your night loving him. In the early morning, exhausted by the scorching night, you stayed in bed. It is he who finally dragged your bodies to the bathtub to take a relaxing bath.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in your ear.

You giggle a bit, sore from the previous night. You use your strength to turn to face him and grab his head.

"I must admit. It is the first time the handcuff made me come."

#lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #lance stroll smut #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 smut

[jess-fae]

Mermaid au part 2

Note; I finally got around to finishing the second part woohh, btw i am sorry for the weird spelling errors i will hopefully fix it this time

Summary; Hobie is a pirate captured by the British navy and one day Y/N a mermaid finds him

Trigger warning; thoughts of death, angst, violence, dont worry happy end i promise

✦ "I want you to kill me, I cannot live this life." you looked into his eyes once you would have felt such love but now you felt nothing, it hurt deeply

✦and even if you wouldn't turn into seafoam like your sisters, this would be the only way to end this tragedy humans called life

✦ so you looked hopeful into Hobie's eyes hoping he would understand, after all, in these shared moments you two had there had to be at least a few where he cared for you too, right

 ✦ yet as those words had fallen off your lips Hobies mouth fell dry, he cursed the captain and the lieutenant and whoever let them take away such a big part of yourself

 ✦ you pressed the dagger into his hand, which he swiftly pulled back shaking his head and refusing even to touch the weapon that he was supposed to take your life with

 ✦ you knew you were asking for much but you couldn't help but feel a little betrayed, as you looked over to the water you questioned what all the men felt like when you drowned them and if it would feel any different for you

 ✦ "A can't, it aint righ' dove" he whispered as his hand reached out for your own, noticing the lack of small scales and claws that could have ripped out his heart out at any moment

 ✦tears began to swell in your eyes again as you whispered to yourself "From the sea we are formed, to the sea we return." it was an old saying spoken after or before the death of a mermaid

 ✦even though Hobie could hear you speak, he didn't understand the meaning of what you were saying, but he guessed it couldn't be to good as you starred into the ocean with your eyes full of longing

 ✦as you dropped the dagger and stood up to get closer to the edge of the small boat, Hobie grabbed your wrist stopping you from jumping off

 ✦pulling you close just as a crew member walked along the deck, his voice turning into a whisper "am sure there is a way where ya don' have to die love"

 ✦you sat back down, watching him closely as he thought, that's when it hit him, around a year ago he had saved a witch from being burned alive by angry chr*stians

 ✦" 'lright, I migh' have an idea but we gotta get these chains of." before he knew it you were climbing up the ship again, only to return a few minutes later with a old pair of keys

 ✦ you threw them down to him and Hobie immediately tried them on his chains that were trying his legs to the boat

 ✦ back down with him, you saw that familiar smirk dancing on his lips, "Do you promise if this doesn't work that you will put me out of this misery?"

 ✦the smirk faded and Hobie choked on unsaid words but nodded, the witch had to help you, she had too...

...

 ✦days passed and for you, it seemed like you were just aimlessly swimming around, boredom had gotten the better out of you as you leaned over the edge and let your fingers dance around in the water

 ✦watching as hobie rowed the boat, his slim but yet strong arms flexing every so often

 ✦he made jokes but you couldn`t laugh, still wishing that this would all end soon

 ✦ your eyes went back to the ocean, missing every moment where the cold water used to hug you like a lover would have, now it would just feel like chains tying you down longing for your death

 ✦another day had passed and hobie had finally found the island he had been looking for, praying to whoever would hear him and listen

 ✦he guided the boat through the swamp-like waters, till he saw the small wooden shed

 ✦the two of you stood in front of the door, knocking swiftly waiting for the witch to open the door

 ✦when the door opened a rather young beautiful woman stepped into view, her face falling into a smile as she saw hobie

 ✦you studied her closer as she pulled you two inside, her locs were long and put in a high bun with many of them falling out, her face was filled with golden piercings, and her body was wrapped in a long green dress that reminded you of the kelp forest you loved to explore with your friend

 ✦you found out her name was Eissa, and she asked what she could help hobie with, while he was busy explaining the situation to her you found yourself stunned by her house

 ✦it was filled with different magical items and trinkets that could only be found on the bottom of the sea

 ✦"Is there any way you can make her a mermaid again?" Hobie finished and Eissa looked puzzled, she walked over to one of her many bookshelves and picked up a book skipping through the pages

 ✦you could see her eyes widen after some time, "Hobie may I speak to you in private?" he nodded and told you to stay here before kissing your forehead and leaving into the other room

 ✦"How much are you willing to do for her?"

 ✦"Anything"

 ✦Eissa swallowed before she turned the book towards him, showing him that for such a ritual you would be required to eat a human heart, but not such any, one that was willing to give it up for you

 ✦the room was thickly filled with silence, hobies hand went to his belt grabbing hold of the dagger you had pushed in his hand when you asked him for the impossiable

 ✦ he looked at it closely before handing it to Eissa, nodding at her

 ✦soon enough he sat down and took his final breaths of air, he had gotten her into this situation

 ✦Eissa returned to the room with you inside and gotten her pot out, gently putting hobies heart inside

 ✦"w-where is hobie?" you asked looking back at the door hoping for him to step out of it at any point

 ✦"He can't be here turning the ritual" a lie. but it would be a waste to tell you as things were already done

 ✦soon you laid on a desk as your legs were tied together, Eissa handed you the heart which was still hot from being soaked in the potion

 ✦"You will need to eat it..."

 ✦eating a heart wasn't to strange to you, but you never did it as a human could it be very different?

 ✦it was definitely harder to chew and it wasn't as enjoyable as it was before but you had gotten it down eventually

 ✦pain shot threw your legs are you watched them grow back together and into the beautiful tail it once was

 ✦emotions came rushing through you, hate, sadness and love. love for hobie

 ✦ so you asked again and Eissa finally told the truth, cutting through the rope with you claws you crawled your way to the other room

 ✦where in fact you saw hobies lifeless body, your arms wrapped around him repeatedly saying his name hoping for him to wake up

 ✦your cries turned into a melody, a melody that had wrapped itself around hobies body

 ✦Eissa watched as the blood from his stained shirt started to flow back into the wound, how the color started to paint his skin again and how his chest started to rise and fall again

 ✦hobies heart wasn't gone, it was very well still there beating... just not in his own body

 ✦his hand held a deathly tight grip on your arm as his eyes ripped open and came back to the undead

 ✦everyone's eyes widen at the sight, hobies hand rushed to his chest as he looked down to it not seeing a wound anymore

 ✦ unbeknown to you, you were singing a form of a healing melody used on fellow mermaids, and since his heart was within you it had healed him

 ✦ your arms wrapped around him again, hanging onto him with your full weight which was more than when you were human bringing him down to the floor

 ✦"ergh ehm, I rather not interrupt your little reunion but, Y/N can't be on land for to long or just dry in general before turning into a human again, till she is drenched again. but good news, if you are to become human you wont experience emotional loss like you did this time."

 ✦Eissa explained reading from her little book, hobie picked you up and carried you outside to place you in the water

 ✦you thanked the witch over and over again before hobie and you took off again

 ✦out on the open sea sunset wasn't away for to long and you jumped into the boat with him, letting your tail hang of the side of the boat

 ✦"You know i still need to thank you for what you did, hobie" you said leaning against his shoulder watching the sun go down

 ✦"oh do ya love?" his asked playfully, smirking down at you

 ✦"How about we get you a ship again?"

Note: argghhhh they're so cute!!! anyways that was part two i hope you guys liked it. I am planning to make a third part with more cuter shizzel and maybe smut...

#hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #angst

[esshetic]

MARS IN PISCES : Water Rollercoaster

Mars entered Pisces on the 22nd or 23rd of March, depending on where you are in the world. It is a time of change in focus and direction of energy!

Having been in the sign of Aquarius, where our focus was on the bigger picture, life felt zoomed out a little too far. Now it's time to zoom back in and get down to earth.

In deep sea, underwater, down-to-earth Pisces, our collective dreams and reality collide, and it does start to become more apparent how we are literally all the same and going through the same things at the same time.

Mars is our life force, our will, passion, sex drive, where we have courage and take initiative. Our relationship to our Mars placements may not be well-documented, explained, or easy to describe because we are in it most of the time and not observing it. Our Mars energy is second nature and instinctual, with not much time to think or feel.

Oh, the feels in Pisces! Mars will feel rather than act. Mars is commonly referred to as bringing action over an area of our life where it is placed in your natal chart, and in a transit, it will be used as a conductor of a specific energy and how we wish to direct that energy in a particular direction.

We are always living with our Mars in the moment, whether passive, assertive, or aggressive; we are in it all the time. How deep can you go? How deep can you dive into it?

Every action is Mars, including rest, boredom, or sleep, which is what we may enjoy doing more intentionally and finding joy in the minimal and mundane moments of life.

Mars in Pisces is asking us to take life moment to moment, breath from breath. Reality changes very fast, and let's move through it

Let's journey through the signs read for your Sun and Rising.

Aries, Mars will be asking you to move in flow in your 12 house however quickly the tide changes your only requirement is to move in it, dance in the rain and feel every moment without a filter of your mind.

Taurus Mars will be asking you in your 11th house to let it go, the plan the way you think the work is going to go, social intelligence, empathy and a winning smile is all the tools you need to get through your grueling schedule. Exchanging smiles will energise your light more than rest will.

Gemini Mars will be swimming around in circles in your 10th house, you are spinning your wheels and extending your energy just for the fun of it, you know you have nothing to prove right now its all fun, you have got your mojo back.

Cancer Mars is opening a heavy door into new progress with how you relate to others in your life. Those who sin differently to you are still worthy of your love Cancer, in your 9th house you are laying on the beach watching the waves lap on the shore. You have finally let it go.

Leo Mars will be dancing in your 8th house, and showing you the dance moves that you thought you could never learn, courage to learn, try fail and try again, this is a you moment, time with yourself well spent. You feel worried or anxious because you feel challenged and comfort zone threatened. This period you will learn to have trust in yourself.

Virgo Mars will be pulling you through your 7th house, there may be a lot of distractions trying to pull your directing away into a different path but Mars will give your mind a laser focus to mute out all the distractions and see yourself through to the finish line.

Libra Mars will be slow dancing in your 6th house, you may feel like being more active and doing something different like taking a Salsa dance class or pole dancing class, you may want to tap into your sensuality.

Scorpio Mars will be punching your 5th house, there is a lot of aggressive energy here with this transit in your 5th house, you will be expressing your anger more freely, the lesson is to see how you can channel the anger into something productive for you.

Sagittarius Mars will be swaying through your 4th house of your maternal energy you are someones guardian or you have a few people who are are responsible for their survival and ability to thrive, weather a mother or not you take the role of nurturer seriously and feel extremely proud about this.

Capricorn Mars will be hitting up your 3rd house I see an influx of communication and being front/ people facing, through networking or public speaking, this time you are being helped to have the courage to speak from your heart and not from your practical mind.

Aquarius Mars will be high five - ing your 2nd house there is not much information I am downloading about this transit for you, take the easy way out, chill, play video games, utilise this energy to play and not work you will thank yourself for it further down the line.

Pisces Mars will be closing out your 1st house, its an ending that this energy is helping you push that door shut, allow the feelings of grief to show up and even show out but the ending is final and fated don't want the old thing back. Focus on what God is doing in your life currently and not what has gone.

#astrology #asteroid #asteroids #408 #fama #asteroid fama #astro community #astro posts #astrology community #astrology posts #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #first house #second house #third house #fourth house #fifth house #sixth house #seventh house #eight house

[angeart]

short, but if anyone prefers to read on AO3, here you go:

flowers in your hair and air in your lungs

Grian kneels at the edge of the sea, not minding the water foam that rhythmically crashes into his knees. He stays still, watching the waves rise and fall, waiting and hoping.

They did arrange to meet, but mermaids were fickle creatures. And him especially, so much charisma and so little attention it could drive Grian mad. He learned quickly that the two of them run on clearly different schedules: Grian had the watch strapped to his wrist, ticking quietly (he’s since taken it off; it stopped working after they were playing in the water a bit too roughly), and Scar... Well, Scar. Grian wants to say Scar has the sun and the sea currents and little shifts in anything that happens below the water to tell him the time. They run on different time languages, making arranging meetups hard.

But Grian actually isn’t sure if Scar runs on any time language at all. He’s sporadic, random, and forgetful. So easily distracted. So easily swayed by whimsy.

He only ever seems to come when he wants.

So Grian kneels at the beach and hopes that this time, Scar wants—wants to come, wants to see Grian. (He hopes he can be worth it. Worth to be wanted.)

Grian has no way to reach out to him. All he can do is wait.

Sometimes, the waiting drives him crazy. Not the impatience of it all. Not the mind-numbing boredom. (He’s built many beautiful sandcastles while waiting. They were all destroyed by the high tide before Scar showed up.) No, what drives him crazy is the uncertainty. The second guessing. The terrible, nauseating feeling that something happened to Scar, and he has no way to know.

This time, Scar does show up.

He pokes his head out from the water, waving wildly with a ridiculously big grin on his face. “Griaaaan!”

And Grian wants to be cross with him. For making him wait. For giving him all those wretched feelings.

But he sees Scar, and he feels his own face betray him as it forms a toothy, excited smile.

He stands up, knees wet and coated in sand, and starts walking forward into the water.

Scar swims to meet him.

The reality of it always makes Grian a bit dizzy; his heart beats in his chest a rhythm he only knows from fear, but it feels different. It feels like standing on the edge, without being terrified of the impending fall. It feels like being cornered, but not being worried about the sharp teeth and claws against his skin. It feels like life, like something big and uncontrollable and unstoppable. It feels like—

He has an idea of what the word actually is. One simple thing. Four letters would do.

His mind swerves away from it, quietly side stepping the reality of the growing emotion.

“Hi,” he says, water lapping at his waist as they meet.

“Hello there,” Scar replies and swims in a jovial circle around him. “Whatchu got there?”

“Oh.” Grian looks down to where he’s holding a handful of small, brilliantly yellow flowers. “You seemed to like the flowers the other day. So I thought—“

“Yes!” Scar exclaims immediately happily and pulls Grian a bit deeper into the water. He tugs at him, peering at the flowers in his hands, eyes wide and curious. “These are different.”

“Yes,” Grian nods, staring at the flowers instead of looking at Scar. “You know there are many different flowers.”

Scar pauses, as if genuinely considering that. “Do you want me to show you some seaweed next time?” he offers, laughing quietly, half-serious.

Grian chuckles dismissively. “No, that’s alright.”

“Okay,” Scar lets go of the thought easily, eyes twinkling. He moves his hands and puts them over Grian’s—his are cold from water, wet, his skin hard and scaly, but his fingertips are soft where they press against the warmth of Grian’s skin. “I really like these.”

Pensive, Grian separates one small flower from the rest. His eyes flit up, meeting Scar’s gaze for a short moment of hesitation, before he reaches towards him and tucks the flower into Scar’s hair. The colour pops, shiny and vibrant, matching Scar’s sunny smile.

“Oooh.” Scar moves a bit back, following the pull of a tide in his surprise. His hand goes up, gingerly touches the flower, before he tips his head to see himself in the water.  “Is this what you do with flowers?”

“Well—“ Grian stammers, caught off guard by the question. “Sometimes? Usually, we just let them grow. Or put them in vases? You can make wreaths and flower crowns and braid them into hair, too, though, if you’d like.”

Scar whips his head up, excited glow to his expression as he meets Grian’s gaze. “I want! Please please can we do that?”

A small, fond chuckle escapes Grian. “Alright.”

“Will you teach me how?” Scar does this weird thing that Grian tenderly considers to be happy bouncing, even though it’s hard to tell what exactly it’s supposed to be, since they’re in the water and Scar is swimming all the time.

“Alright,” Grian repeats softly.

 *

 The sun is setting by the time a few tiny practice flower crowns are drifting away from the shore.

They’ve moved to an area with a cliffy side, where the boulders dip low and close to the water surface, but the water is deep enough for Scar to comfortably swim around. Grian was getting cold, and Scar wanted to keep to the water, so they found a compromise. It’s been their spot a couple of times in the past, so it was easy enough to navigate to it.

Grian is starting to think of the place as somewhere special, littered with shared memories.

Now Scar is leaning up over the water edge, and Grian’s sat down with his back to him.

In any other scenario, this would not be a safe position to be.

Merfolk and humans are so often at odds—antagonising each other, fighting, being a menace to each other. There’s not a friendly story told over campfires and in underwater palaces. Not a shred of good ending in books and carvings.

You turn your back like this, and you’re bound to get pulled by your hair until your head is under water and your lungs are flooded and—

And unless you have a sharp weapon and are willing to drench the sea in blood, you die.

That’s how the stories go. Inevitably, every time.

Grian sits with his back to Scar right at the water edge, Scar’s hands on his hair.

And Grian knows Scar likes to be a menace. He knows Scar loves mischief; he knows how drawn Scar is to doing silly things just because they amuse him. He knows he has claws and strength and is prone to whims and impulses, even if they hurt sometimes. If Scar is one thing, it’s reckless, unheeding of the danger.

Grian knows all this.

And he sits there anyway.

Scar touches his hair, and sometimes he tugs. It’s not malicious, though. It’s clumsy, more than anything. His focus is on his task, a quiet melodic hum escaping his lips as he works.

He’s tucking the small, yellow flowers into Grian’s hair, braiding them.

He doesn’t pull Grian into water.

He puts flowers in his hair, and then he leans over Grian’s shoulder, grinning wildly at the job well-done, and Grian turns to him, and—

There’s warmth against Scar’s face, and his heartbeat stutters in his chest.

Because Grian presses a soft kiss to his cheek, his hand lightly hovering over Scar’s jaw to keep him in place at the right angle.

And Scar thinks that it’s all been worth it.

That he does not want to hurt this human, after all.

That maybe there’s something better than fighting and blood and no air left in lungs.

That maybe—

 Maybe their story can end in some other way.

#ange writes #mermaid scar #scarian #hermitshipping

[theveryworstthing]

over on patreon Werejelly asked for some abyssal lifeforms and i found some sketches of my OC Dark that i never cleaned up so i slapped some color on those bad boys.

Dark is a poet, historian, sea witch, and former pirate captain who was captured along with her two husbands (the two moles you see on her side) when she was a young angler fish mermaid and hauled to the surface to be 'processed' (receive magical body modification against her will until she was 'more attractive' to humans) and sold into the menagerie trade.  She has lived in Interesting Times ever since they pulled her out of the ocean and she's honestly not a fan. After her husbands' murder she stole a boat and fled to the sea with a few jailbroken mermaid friends and her child. Then there was piracy and Situations and a surprising amount of fire. Now she's retired.

Fun Facts:

Being dragged to the surface, transformed, and brought into human society was so incredibly overstimulating for her at first that she would tear apart whatever room or enclosure she was in to make a diy sensory deprivation tank just so she could get some form of rest. Dark is the verbal name she chose for herself because she finds it very comforting.

The initial spells they used on her fucked her up pretty bad in the long run. So much chronic illness. Also, it messed with her life span so she has no idea what that is anymore. She's outlived all the friends she met during her piracy days and though she'll have weird bouts of aging she's had her current look for 30 years with no change.

Her current body it the result of spell erosion over the years. She's sloooowly reverting back to something like her true angler fish merm self, which is wild because most menagerie mermaids don't live nearly long enough for this to happen. She's also experimented with shapeshifting and doing body mod spellwork on herself.

Has no idea what she looked like before being brought to the surface and changed. It's not like girlfriend had a mirror around in the pitch black void of the ocean.

Her 'human' lips are mostly for expression and she can open them like a mouth but it is. Creepy.

Always wears black. Skirts are long and flow in a way that hides whatever she has going on down there.

Random Piece Of Driftwood? That's a weird way to say Free Cane.

Can speak just fine but prefers non-verbal communication when around close friends. This can mean signing, writing, or straight up telepathy if her company is down with that (it can be too weird for some but it's how abyssal mermaids naturally 'speak').

Has written tomes of elaborate diss tracks for people who've wronged her. Just for funzies. She has definitely sent copies to these people and their descendants out of petty spiteful boredom.

Can swim alright but can't breathe underwater anymore.

Very dim glow unless she's really worked up/hungry.

LOVES fire.

#Dark #mermaid #small guide #body horror #monster girl

[experimentfae]

BeachTown au howdy pillar x fem! Mermaid! reader x BeachTown au Wally (1)

Au created by:pinksugarberry on TikTok

You swam looking at the corals, fish, other seapuppets you are at under water city a place that you lived in you entire life searching for something new.

“(y/n)! You looked to see a manatee one of you’re best friends “Wilfred!” You swam towards Him “so what up (y\n)? He asked, you sighed “well I’m trying not find something new, something fun.” He chuckled in response “I get what you mean I’m trying to do the exact same thing.” He swam looking around.

“You found nothing?” “Nada.” You answered “great… I’m sure we could find something.”

both of you sighed in boredom, but then Wilfred looked up to the sea to the sun from the outside world and he got a idea.

“Ok crazy idea but… what if we went into the surface?” He suggested, which made you look at him like he had two heads.

“What?! But we aren’t supposed to reveal ourselves well at least me, you’re a manatee you supposed to be seen by land puppets.”

“Yeah but can’t merpuppets change their tails to legs if they are fully dry?” “Well yes bu- “exactly so you’re not scared are you?” He challenged you.

“What no! I’m not scared of land puppets finding me out or anything.” You lied not wanting to admit feeling fear.

“Ok then let’s go, I promise we will have fun you just have to do the talking for me, after all to land puppets manatees don’t talk.” He stated with a shrug.

“That’s true… ok let’s go.” He smiled and swam upwards, you hesitated but followed.

The more you swam the more you can tell that you both were reaching a beach area a town in fact.

“What is this place?” Ypu looked around amazed of the scenery you never seen anything like it. “I think they call it a sand city or sun place.” Wilfred replied also interested in the place.

“Hmm that sounds about right.” Both you looked around until Wilfred brought something to you’re attention.

“Oh right there! That’s a perfect place to dry off.” You looked in his direction to see a good place like he said. “Perfect let’s go.”

BT Wally’s pov:

I was about to surf again until I heard someone calling me “hey Wally can you teach me to surf some more today?” I looked over to see sally giving me a smile “of course!” I replied I’m always happy to help anyone that wants to surf.

“Thanks Wally, I been wanting to do a finally learn how to do the stand.” She stated with a smile. “I get it you do seem to be ready for that big step.” I agreed walking towards the water with her “but it will be tough.” “It’s ok I’m up for a challenge.” I smiled at that.

“That’s good to know.” We begin practice when I swear I saw a walrus and something with a shiny tail but sally interrupted “hey am I doing it ri- she dropped into the water making me laugh. “It’s needs some work.” I said between chuckles.

You’re pov:

You and Wilfred stood here for awhile to make sure that I became dry “any minute now.” You assured to him after more time you finally got dry and you begin to see your tail turn into legs you immediately covered you’re… parts

This made Wilfred cover his eyes, thankfully with swim shorts you once stole from another beach for the occasion.

“There we are.” You smiled you glad you found these shorts they matched you’re seashell top “alright awesome, let’s get exploring.” Replied after uncovering his eyes he swam I my o t he ocean to get to the beach side, while sadly you had to walk.

After a minute you finally got there and looked to see a back full of land puppets seeming to be there own things, you suddenly felt you’re nerves kicking in.

“Come on (y/n) don’t be nervous now.” You looked over at Wilfred “I know but… I guess I thought I’ll be confident enough but- “no worry let me take start then I’m ease you in.” He interrupted.

“Yeah.” He swam towards the land puppets as you watched him give his hello’s they all seemed surprised to see a newcomer.

You continue to watch them all until you saw you’re friend motioning you to come forward. “This is (y/n) she’s my bff!” He stated proudly which in return made you smile, he has always been a good friend.

“Nice to uh meet you guys.” You waved feeling still uncertain.

“Hey I’m barnaby.” “I’m sally.” I said my hellos to them until I got to a land puppet with blue hair and kinda looks like a cat but isn’t? He is cute tho.

Wally’s Pov:

Wow she is… super cute! I smiled at her “it’s great to meet you did you guys just move here?” I hoped that she lived here and of course it’s great to see new faces around here.

“Well… yeah we did.” (Y/n) answered making me happy “that’s great, want me to show you around? They both nodded their heads.

Now I got confused “but Wilfred you don’t have an- he interrupted me by showing that he can push legs out of himself, this confused me even more “what.” Is all I could mutter.

I heard (y/n) “no worry I get it I was surprised at first as well.” She assured me making me feel relieved that I wasn’t crazy.

“Ok then I’ll show TWO of you around today.” I chuckled leading them towards the beach towns.

Next chapter: to be continued

<- Back to MasterList or back to welcome home

#welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home fandom #wally darling #welcome home puppet show #wally darling welcome home #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fanfic #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar #love triangle #love tropes #welcome home beach au

[http-finnick]

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

finnick odair x siren!fem!reader

summary: as the soft waves hit finnicks boat, he hears a lully song that pulls him deeper into the waters

𝐜𝐰: 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤

the boat rocks slowly as his grip tightens on the fishing pole. the unfamiliar feeling causing his hands to shift almost constantly.

he wishes he was in the shallows right now. with a trident in hand, grabbing fish every second instead of sitting, waiting for hours.

the bright side is he's alone. far out enough not to hear calls from guards but close enough to get back if he slips into any danger, but, really...what danger awaits a lonely fisherman who can't get any bait? death from boredom might be the cause.

fisherman. thats what he is. he hates it. hates everything about it. he's been out here for weeks with no catch, he should be back on trident duty, he is the only capable one out here for that job.

the fog thickens around him as he sways, deep blue sea enticing him to jump in and get it over with. he looks back at the shore with disappointment. there is no shore, the fog covered anything in front of his nose at this point. he needs to get back.

his ears get pierced with a sound he can only describe to be a hum..a soothing, eerie hum from...where? his eyes catch the sudden movement of the waters, scales. light green ones and he grips his pole tighter in anticipation of a catch, fear floats back in his mind as he wonders if it was even real. has he finally lost it? has the ocean taken him as its own? he can only hope.

there it is again. a hum. clearer this time. no doubt. his head snaps to the shore -or what was the shore- as he wonders if someone could be whistling to signal his arrival back because of the weather conditions.

but...it doesn't sound like a whistle...it sounds like a song, a high pitch voice rippling just for a second to stir his curiosity just enough.

again. louder and... it's a woman. why would a girl be out here in this fog, why would she be singing? his mind clicks back to the fish he saw earlier and decides if he didn't get it in his time of thought, he wouldn't get it at all. he rolls the string back up and places his pole lovingly back into the safety of the boat, grabbing his oars before dropping them at the sound that's all too familiar now.

he leans in pressing his ear into to air. it's coming from the water

he sees something flowing in the waters, rope? seaweed? it moves enchantingly rhythmic as he realizes something that makes his hair stand up its swimming to the surface

not floating, not thrashing up, it's swimming, it's alive.

It's getting closer, he should grab his oar and leave but danger isn't something he feels. eerily calm with a devastating amount of curiosity is the only emotions sticking to him

bubbles emerge around the being as it swims up to his boat...he stumbles back in shock as its- its a woman.

is she escaping? how did she get past the guards? where is she going and why did she stop at his boat?

his peripheral catches something that makes him feel faint. a tail, thrashing back and forth as he connects it to the scales he saw earlier

her eyes. her eyes are black as her wet hair falls around her face, covering her breasts.

this is no woman. this is a siren.

nails. her nails are long and clear as they grip onto his boat, her lips are red and soft as water droplets scatter her face and body, and her skin is pearlescent..shes beautiful.

shes here to kill him. he's sure of it. sitting in shock as he studies her he notices something rather strange. her eyebrows flicker down for a moment as her black eyes look around him and his boat, focusing on the fishing pole more than anything

shes studying him.

"h-hi" his voice is low, scared, he's so so scared. he's heard of sirens from the drunks that linger around but never thought anything truly of it. her eyes snap back at him and he feels himself flinch at her cold stare

she doesn't say anything. but her red lips start to grin in an oddly horrific way. her teeth are sharp. every pair is sharper than his trident and can glide through flesh- through this very boat at ease, he's sure of it.

he feels dizzy, enchanted. like shes trapped him in a stare and can't help but feel utter need for her.

"hi" she talks. no, she mimics. chills he forget about run through him as he moves closer to her, hands that were gripping his boat detach and grab his face in a surprisingly soft manner. cold. her hands are cold but not in a human way. like she's somehow cold-blooded. her nails which are almost as sharp as her teeth don't scratch him but sit softly on his skin as she moves closer to him.

her head tilts as she moves to his face, cold lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. is she shooting her poison into his system? will she use those teeth to rip his throat out? he doesn't care. because the lust and addiction he feels in this moment are so ethereal he doesn't care if he dies in this moment.

he begs for more but feels her touch missing in a second, he opens his eyes to find himself alone and the fog clearing. his pupils shrink back to their normal size and stop there spinning as he finds himself alone and the shore in reach. guards notice him and wave their hands to signal his shift is done. he looks back to the water to see a tail thrash out of view. and he wonders when he will see his siren again

a very important thanks to @cauliflowertree for letting me use her photo edits! they are so beautifully done and I can't thank her enough for letting me use them!!

an: ahhhh so what do we think? do you guys like siren!reader? please let me know!! I've been wanting to write this for so so long and I'm very pleased with how it turned out! I'm so in love with siren mythology and when I saw cauliflowertee's moldboard for finnick it gave me those vibes so heavily!! (again, thank you so much!) I hope you guys enjoyed it, I love you so much <3

#finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine #finnick x you #finnick odair #finnick x y/n #finnick x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair headcanons #finnick odair imagines #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair fanfic #mockingjay #thg finnick #thg x reader #thg headcanons #thg rp #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games rp

[naturally-recklessly]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ   C L O S E D      S T A R T E R .  ｛ for  @snapsandsprigs​ ｝

Nana felt terribly bored that day. It had been days since her father and other men from their village had gone on an expedition and there was little they could occupy their time with while waiting and worrying for their safe return. She’d already mended all the clothes that needed repairing and even made new dresses for her sister and herself, while their mother tended to their crops. Thinking some reading would be an effective, fun way to pass the time, the young woman made her way to the bookshelf, only to realize there was nothing there she hadn’t already read. Sighing, she sat by the window, eyes on the sea. “Why are they taking so long...” She wondered, defeated by boredom. 

Just then, something between the waves captured her attention. Two beautiful animals, swimming happily very close to the shore. Squinting her dark eyes, she identified them as being seals. “So cute! I’ve never seen them this close!” Nana thought to herself, immediately getting up and rushing out of the house. Almost running towards the beach, the young woman felt excited for the first time in a long while, happy for some novelty. However, as she reached the shoreline, the majestic sea creatures were nowhere to be found. “Now... where did they go?” Nana frowned, venturing between some rocks, just in case they’d decided to come ashore. However, miscalculating her steps, the oftentimes clumsy girl ended up slipping and falling, scraping her skin. “Ouch...”

#⌈ 🌸 ⌉ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀. || ➳ ❪ threads ❫ #˚ ➳ ❪ selkie AU ❫

[mochamoth]

Sea Bunny Badnik OC!🫧

She doesn't really have a name yet despite being 1 and a half year old. Anyways she's a water themed badnik (her dewlap, belly, tail, and her water gun are just water filled tanks but I was lazy and didn't add the bubbles, sorry it's not that obvious 😭).

Her water gun possesses many settings. She can shoot harsh streams of water that can severely damage skin or cause fractures, boiling hot water, small ice beams, light flows of water similar to a simple garden hose, and mist. She is (obviously) water proof, and can swim at a swift pace.

Personality wise she's very stern and stoic. She's very no nonsense and takes Robotnik's orders very seriously. Despite mistreatment she looks up to Robotnik and is highly loyal. Due to her sheer power she climbed up the badnik ranks a fair bit, on a similar level to Metal Sonic though not nearly as strong as Metal.

Now I haven't decided what exact time era of Sonic she should be from neither. Either somewhere during the mid 2010s era OR the early 90s era. She's more based off aesthetics such as Frutiger Aero, Futuristic Technology, and Cyberpunk. However she has a jerboa counterpart more based around the fun silly vibes of early 1990s-2000s, old art ref here cuz I haven't drawn her in a bit:

Sorry for my rantings on my oc who I've only doodled out of boredom and art block, I might draw a digital piece with her in a bit to really show off her water themed design. And the jerboa too ofc!

#sonic #sonic oc #sonic ocs #sonic original characters #sonic original character #oc #ocs #original character #original characters #badnik #badnik oc #badniks #sea bunny #bunny #bunny oc #bunny furry #sfw furry #sfw furry art #robot #robot oc #robot ocs

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Truly Madly Deeply Fest

Truly Madly Deeply Fest 2023: 

Eyes Locked to the Tide by Abraxas52 - M, WIP -  Being the apprentice of an evil Sea Enchantress is nothing like the stories you read within the pages of your dry and dusty books. There are dark creatures to hunt and lowly merfolk to terrorize and Hermione is all too eager to please her Master. That is until she makes a bold request: “You said we could continue my training on mind control.” “Very well.” Serefina moved away from her student, her expression pensive. “You are to swim to the surface. Humans are easily influenced. Find yourself a sailor and persuade him to swim to his death.” Will the eager Hermione be able to complete her task, or will her Jolly Sailor Bold  prove to be just as formidable an opponent? Dive into the depths of the Aegean Sea to find out if her ambition will outweigh an entirely new feeling– love.

Iris by AuroraNyx - E, WIP - "And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."Draco Malfoy finally has the girl he's dreamed of being with as long as he can remember. Hermione Granger is his. But he never anticipated having to share her with Theo Nott and he absolutely hates it.He doesn't want to share her. He CAN'T lose her. What's the youngest Death Eater in history going to do to make sure the girl he loves is his and his alone? [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

Saltwater Lilies by Elishadoesdramione - E, 10 chapters - *** A small, barred window was set into the wall just above the ground. She was here. The girl jumped back as he approached. She was scared of him, he realised. He did not approach her again. Her fear smelled bad. It made him feel sick and drowned out the scent of lilies and sea water. Perhaps we’ll take her to the seashore. She smells like she’d like that. The wolf began to pace. He would not leave her. ***when Draco Malfoy is turned into a werewolf as punishment for his families failure to capture Potter the last thing he expects is to find his Mate, he definitely does not expect that Mate to be Hermione Granger. As Hermione and Draco attempt to survive the Dark Lords regime they find themselves changing, not necessarily for the better. Lord Voldemort's influence cannot be escaped within the confines of the Manor. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

The Lynchpin by Silver_26 - E, WIP - He had plenty of time on his hands. That, coupled with the boredom that came from the isolation left him itching to do something. Weasley’s bumbling nature with his too-big feet and gangly limbs…Potter’s ability to get away with anything, and Granger’s piercing laugh… That was aggravating enough and he wasn’t sure how much more of it he could put up with. Now though…a new idea was forming in his mind, and one he hadn’t given much merit until now.He did owe the trio one for taking his peace of mind, for ruining his chance of happiness and freedom. He had that particular favour to return to them.Draco Malfoy did not like owing anyone anything, after all. No true Slytherin ever did.And as for him?Well.He was a Slytherin through and through.

The Balance Of A Soul by Astrangefan, LiloLilyAnn - E, WIP - For Truly, Madly, Deeply Fest Prompt (song): Author's Choice: Creep by Radiohead******Five years after the war, Draco still finds himself struggling to keep the darkness at bay, a darkness he's certain comes from his association with Voldemort and the vile things he did in his service. He's dedicated all of his efforts in trying to rid himself of this evil lurking inside him...That's the only way he can ever be worthy of Hermione Granger.******A Jekyll and Hyde Dramione

Love is Like a Shadow by LadyMorphia - M, WIP - Once upon a time there was light in her life, but now there’s only love in the dark. “I’ve caught you…Granger,” he snarled, pulling her closer still. It wasn’t until she was flush against him that the Death Eater lifted his mask.A small voice, somewhere lost in the recesses of her mind screamed at her in warning, pleaded with her to cast a spell or to utilize what little physical strength she had left to fight back.But it was no use; she was trapped, falling into the icy, cruel grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.

A Fate Worse by MyPrivateInsanity - E, one-shot - He could sense her now. Could smell her, find her, even in a city as large as London.He enjoyed the chase.

Hello There, Angel From my Nightmares by Wanderingxfae - M, one-shot - Draco Malfoy deals with his own mortal dilemma as an angel appears to him in his time of need.

Prometheus by aCanadianMuggle - M, one-shot - Hermione thinks she's found a way to remove Draco's Dark Mark.Based on Song Lyrics - Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

The Tie That Binds by EvergreenTuesdays - E, WIP - Narcissa Malfoy struck a bargain with Albus Dumbledore before he died—that at an unspecified pivotal moment, she would turn the tide of the war, ensuring Voldemort’s downfall. In exchange, her son Draco would be married to the Golden Girl immediately following the war, guaranteeing her family’s return to grace. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Yellow Diamonds by KatsiPerennial - M, one-shot - "I hope that when the world comes to an end I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to." - Donnie Darkoor Hermione searches for grace among hellfire

Belladonna by thisisanomdeplume - M, WIP - “Did you know when you married her? About the blood curse?”“Yes,” Draco said, a bitter clip to his voice.This surprised Hermione in more ways than one. Sure, Astoria Greengrass was a pureblooded witch, but Hermione thought something like a blood curse would have made her a less attractive choice for the Malfoy heir.She couldn’t stop herself from asking the next part, politeness be damned. He’d come to investigate them for wrongdoing, perhaps he could do with a little interrogating as well.“Did that make it easier, knowing it was coming?”He hadn’t looked away from the garden all this time, but she saw his throat work slightly before he answered.“No.”

'Til Death Do Us Part by bienfaeng - E, one-shot - She’d been feeding the boy poison for weeks. Angel’s hair, silver-grey and grown from seed in church soil, crushed in holy water with baby’s breath plucked under a new moon. A benign brew, and by all accounts the most innocent thing she’d concocted in over seven-hundred years. But for once, Hermione wasn’t doing the devil’s bidding. She was going to reverse it.Hermione and Draco have a marital spat on the night of their anniversary.

Crazy in Love by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger had slowly been destroyed by the destruction that was the Second Wizarding War. Every single member fighting for the good side had been so incredibly optimistic that the War would end on the 2nd of May 1998 but that wasn't what happened, it didn't end. The Wizarding War had continued going. Voldemort had won. Hermione had to watch as death tore its way through bodies and ended them in an instant. Hermione wasn't so lucky. Death was never going to arrive on her doorstep. While distracted in the Battle of Hogwarts, looking for Harry, Hermione had been captured by a masked Death Eater. Everything had been taken from Hermione. Her mother. Dead. Her father. Dead. Her best friends. Tortured then murdered. Her dignity. Ruined. Her virginity. Nonexistent. Everything had been ripped away from Hermione. She had become a shadow as she was forced to become a plaything. The number one Mudblood. She was passed to every single Death Eater, used before being pushed towards the next one. She was crazy. Crazy in love.A one-shot for the 2023 Truly Madly Deeply FestInspired by the song 'Crazy in Love' by Beyoncé

I Won’t Let Them Take You (Alive) by DracoIsForLovers, LiloLilyAnn - E, one-shot - She was beautiful, and strong, and the smartest person he had ever known. Which is why it was no surprise to Draco that she had gotten away with her plan.Hermione and Draco fell in love on the cusp of a war. In a misguided attempt to keep him safe, a worn down version of Hermione locks him away. She won’t let the Dark Lord take him, or anyone else for that matter. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

because you're mine by nyquilsquirrel - E, one-shot - Danger was an illusion, easily avoidable in reality if one was a methodical planner, methodically accounting for any potential degrees of deviance– quick on their feet, able to adapt at a moment’s notice– recalculating and recalibrating accordingly.Draco’s life– his heavenly, wonderful life– could have been rife with danger. But it was not.Nothing stood in his way. Not where Hermione was concerned.Nothing motivated a man more than his family– more than his wife.Nothing motivated Draco more than Hermione. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Wicked Games by CatastrophicallyFaz - M, WIP - The world was on fire, and no one could save me. But you.Draco Malfoy had such a crush on Hermione Granger - the war heroine, someone way out of his league, someone who was infinitely better than him.But for some unknown reason, she liked him back.But can their love survive?

Twisted Reflections by Bitsandpieces12 - E, WIP - Hermione Granger, New defense against the dark arts professer, has been cursed. Cursed to live out the rest of her life without her sight.Draco Malfoy, New Potions Professor, is also cursed. Cursed to spend his days guilty, because he knows his family can cure his new college, and budding crush, but they refuse to help her.Astoria Greengrass, finishing up her eigth year is also cursed. Cursed to watch her ex boyfriend fall in love with his colleague. She's willing to do anything to stop them. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Love the Way You Lie by GardenAtTwilight - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are in a toxic relationship, repeating the same patterns over and over. She always swears she’ll stop. Always swears she’ll change. He knows that love is pain. Maybe that’s why he stays.

Life Grows Colder by ohthedrarry - M, one-shot - Description: Draco Malfoy remembers a lot of things. He remembers the way that Hermione’s hair curled around his finger and the way that his name sounded coming from her lips. He remembers desperately trying to save her, as she desperately tried to save him, both of them meeting in the middle with a promise of forever at the end of so much pain. And he remembers having a second chance. A second chance he’s still waiting for.Or: The year is 2003, but Draco is still in 1998.

Darling by emdash73 - E, one-shot - Draco has tried to stay away from her. Really, he has. But the worst part of him can't leave her alone for good.

Truly Madly Deeply Fest 2024:

Dark Horse by anna_h_ofeliya - E, WIP - "We're working on discovering the origins of magic.""Yes, right," he huffed.He stared at the parchment more, looking at the variations of ancient spells for Diffindo and Reducto. He expected Granger to continue, or refute her statement but nothing came off it."What are we working on, Granger?"She smirked."I’m looking to discover the source of magic in our blood, Malfoy." [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Heart-Shaped Box by madameindemnity - E, WIP - What is love if not an all-consuming addiction?After 11 years in Azkaban prison, Draco Malfoy unexpectedly finds himself a free man at last. What does he decide to do with this freedom? Develop a soul-crushing obsession with Hermione Granger-Weasley, of course.Upon reentering the world, determined to lock himself away for the rest of his days, he is forced immediately into joining a long-standing ritual of Friday night drinks. He sees that the life he imagined for Hermione is not at all the one she is living, she seems to be miserable - exhausted, overworked, and trapped in a loveless marriage.For Draco, this simply will not do. He will use any means necessary to have her for his own, including but not limited to: stalking, lying, shapeshifting, gaslighting, violence, and murder. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Pretty Girls, Dressed in Blue by GimletSour - E, WIP - Hermione gets abducted by a serial killer that lives in a house haunted by the ghosts of his previous victims.He's just looking for love, Hermione just wants to survive, and the girls, well... all the girls want is revenge. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

I Love You Always Forever by EvergreenTuesdays - E, 3 chapters - One drunken mistake has Hermione facing a lifetime of consequences she’d never prepared for.This is a DARK story written for a dark fest.  [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Strength Blooms in the Break by LadyUrsa - E, WIP - Draco has seen it all as a representative of the Wizengamot on panels for auror disciplinary actions. But when Granger is the one facing repercussions, he's not prepared for how deep her trauma goes. – All Hermione wants is for someone to sign her fucking form and let her get back to work. Harry is overreacting. She’s not going to kill anyone else. She doesn’t need to live with someone. She doesn’t need to learn occlumency. She doesn’t need to have her wand taken away.She’s not broken.She’s fine. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Derangement by SarahFraser - E, WIP - After 15 years of marriage, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have accepted that they'll never have children. It is something they've learned to live with and accept. In the fall of 2017, shortly after Hermione's 38th birthday, she begins to experience lapses in her memory of small things. Misplacing her wand, remembering an appointment, and other small things.Not wanting to concern her husband, she decides against telling him. One night, however, during one of Hermione's sleepwalking episodes, Draco finds her believing that Hermione had gone to bed feeling ill. When Draco approaches her, Hermione doesn't recognize him and attacks, fearful of her safety. After this, Draco insists they meet with a renowned mind healer, Theodore Nott. At this time, they discover, against all odds, that Hermione has become pregnant. The only problem? Draco's Aunt Bellatrix carved a curse in Hermione's arm to cause her to slowly lose her mind if she ever tried to continue her dirty bloodline. In the depths of their despair, the married couple lean on Theo for comfort, and Theo finds himself slowly falling for them both. [Draco x Hermione x Theo] [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

The Girl With the Most Cake by AuroraNyx - E, WIP - Hermione Granger had always been attracted to Draco Malfoy. She had shrugged it off, being self-aware enough to recognize it as a teenage "bad boy fantasy" phase.After he defected to the Order of the Phoenix and played a critical role in the defeat of Voldemort and the Victory of the Light in the Second Wizarding War, he became Wizarding England's hottest bachelor and Hermione was once again smitten.She was determined to figure out exactly how to be the girl that won Draco Malfoy's heart. Research had always been her forte and how better to learn how to make Draco fall in love with her than to study the witches that had come before her. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Ouroboros by WillowingScribe - E, WIP - In a world in which muggle-borns have to fight ever-changing horrors in weekly trials to amuse bored Death Eaters, Hermione's only hope for survival and comfort is the goodwill of her mentor, Draco Malfoy. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Every Breath You Take by acapulcogold - E, one-shot - From the outside looking in, Draco Malfoy had a perfect life: wealth beyond his wildest dreams, superior genes, and a loving, pregnant, pureblood wife. He had never intended to find out that he liked filth, that he liked his women as dirty and tainted as his sense of morality.He knew not to fly too close to the sun; he was a cautious man. But there was no harm in watching, just from afar. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Let’s Spend the Night Together, From Now Until Forever by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - Theo has disappeared. Draco's search has been fruitless until it wasn't. The results of finding Theo are beyond anything Draco could have imagined and even his own memories won't be safe afterwards.~~~~A Dark Hermione story of obsession, possession and forgetting. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Only Murders in the Ministry by charingfae - E, WIP - As the top two Aurors at the Ministry, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle are in a constant (unspoken) war. The task? Solve as many damn murder cases as possible to impress their boss. The prize? Hermione Granger's affections.Tensions rise as the two men battle it out, each of them willing to do whatever it takes to win....Including a little murdering. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Get in the Water by thisisanomdeplume - M, WIP - Epic tales of war and love condensed into pages and pages of written words, they were Hermione’s safe place— until she found herself in the setting of a saga the likes of which could impact generations. Can she rise to the occasion like the heroes she had always read about?An AU with Arthurian Legend themes: Merlin, King Arthur, and the Lady of the Lake.Canon divergence after the Battle at the Department of Mysteries. [Draco x Hermione x Tom Riddle] [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

A Rose on the Grey by Dizzle00 - E, one-shot - Draco was already in so deep, Hermione had no idea. He was deeply in love with her, and he was also in deep, deep shit.And now he was livid.Rose had made Hermione break up with him. She’d snuck into his bedroom, seduced him, made him come. Made him betray his own son. She was ruining his life.OrWhen his daughter-in-law, Rose, threatens his relationship with her mother, Hermione, Draco does what he has to do. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Water by mr_pibb - E, one-shot - She screamed on the floor of the ballroom; Draco’s cock twitched. Hermione’s voice had a way of making his knees weak and his breath catch in the back of his throat. Had Bellatrix not been in the room separating him from her, Draco would have had Hermione on her knees for him. His ejaculate would be the cool drink to soothe her raw throat. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Chasing Darkness by LadyMorphia - M, WIP - Draco Malfoy had always been an expert at self-preservation. Maybe that’s why he decided to trick Granger into drinking a love potion. After all, he needed her to testify on his behalf in front of the Wizengamot.“No,” he said, admonishing her, “you don’t have to do that.”It was too late. The bushy-haired swot was down on her knees, looking up at him with an odd expression he had never quite observed in anyone ever before.“You could have hurt me, but you didn’t. You’re a good man, Draco Malfoy. I know the voice inside tells you otherwise, but you deserve love. And I want to love you.” [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

(No doubt in my mind) Where You Belong by aCanadianMuggle - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger has spent her career at the Department of Mysteries, learning the depths of the Death Room. Now she's ready to put that learning into action and get back the boy Death snatched away too early. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

a thousand years by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - The clocks stopped ticking all of a sudden. A spreading stench of rot and mould wafted through her senses as she crept through the corridor, her wand alight with a crackling Lumos as she kept her movements slow and cautious. The hallway light bulbs were flickering on and off. The atmosphere was thick with something not quite right, the scent of creepiness floating through the tight space, doors creaking as the floorboards joined in with the uneasy feeling that Hermione was already feeling.There was this sense that someone was watching her, obsessing over her, keeping a close eye on her like they were protecting her from danger. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

The Old Ball and Chain by LiloLilyAnn - M, one-shot - Reformed Death Eater and winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor for the last three years, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, war heroine, have officially announced their engagement.Is there love in the air... or something else? [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Come Morning Light by iftreescouldspeak - M, one-shot - “Those who fight monsters are susceptible to becoming monsters themselves.” His hands were cold when he brought his fingers to her cheek. “I should know. Let me take care of them for you.” [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Before I Met You by sundayviolet - E, one-shot - It’s an old pureblood tradition that young witches and wizards discover their soulmate before they even set foot at Hogwarts. When Draco's parents dismiss the oracle they hired, unsatisfied with the woman's answer, they make a decision that will cost Draco in ways they could never understand. Upon unearthing their secret, Draco knows he’ll stop at nothing to attain what’s his. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Every night, Every day by Goldenbucky - E, one-shot - Hermione has been on the run for two years. Only using muggle money. No wand. No friends. No family.And absolutely no magic.All to avoid him. She had been careful.But he always manages to find her. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

When Dragons Drown by Wanderingxfae - M, one-shot -  When Hermione saves him from Azkaban and offers friendship and forgiveness, will Draco have a shot at happiness? Or will he get in his own way? [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

As You Wish by Sniper_Jade - E, WIP - After an encounter with the Room of Destinies, Unspeakable Hermione Granger finds a magic lamp in the depths of the ministry stacks. To add on top of that, a mysterious Black family artefact, an endlessly frustrating Draco Malfoy and a cryptic genie, Hermione’s life is about to be turned upside down. When the madness starts to spread and affect Malfoy’s life as well, will she be able to fix it or will she be left to regret her choices forever?Be careful what you wish for. [READ ALL WARNINGS]

Look at Me by allofthelights11 - M, one-shot - Draco still remembered the first time he saw her.He’d been walking through the streets, minding his own business. A flutter of movement had caught his eye from a second-story window just above the street. The wind had snagged the gauzy cream fabric of a drapery, and a girl had come to close the window. Her hair had been similarly caught in the breeze, and the rippling effect had entranced him.Had she looked at him? He thought she had, and for some reason, his feet carried him into her building and up the stairs.The knob had turned under his hand. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

Learn to Let Go by ParksandFiction - E, 3 chapters - After discovering the extent of Draco Malfoy’s lies and manipulations, Hermione Granger sets out to expose him for who he truly is. The post-war reputation he curated is nearly untouchable, but Hermione wasn’t the only woman he wronged. In a world built and run by pureblood men, Hermione and Astoria will show Draco that there is no place left for him to hide, but that freedom comes when you learn to let go. [Draco x Hermione x Astoria] [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

I'm Here to Remind You by bookish_clf (clf1646) - E, one-shot - I gaze at the knife in my hands, crimson blood flowing down the blade and pooling at its tip, waiting for the slow drip, drip, drip onto the floor beneath me.He didn’t know it when he left me.That it would come to this.I stare at the lifeless form of his body on the bed, and when I turn to leave I store the memory of what it felt like to fuck him one last time.*****Or, Hermione and Draco happy in love, find out they have a stalker. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

angel by forestknifefight - E, one-shot - Hermione is torn: he wants her to free him of this curse, but it would hurt him so badly that she could never bring herself to do it. That and she wants to be a little selfish.Draco is just so beautiful like this. [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

I Wanna Know by kcg07 - E, one-shot - Hermione's eighth year takes an unexpected turn when she finds Draco and Theo in the library and they invite her to sit with them, leading to a passionate relationship where the men are well-meaning but overpowering. It is a whirlwind for her, all too fast, but it is everything she wanted. Can she make peace with what her life has become, even if it is at the cost of her golden Gryffindor reputation? And better yet, can she make peace with who Draco and Theo really are?Note: This is written for a darkfest, there are tags and content that I know are not for everyone. Please use the tagging system to avoid stories like these if they are not your cup of tea. This is not in any way meant to depict a healthy relationship. [Draco x Hermione x Theo] [READ ALL WARNINGS]  

This fest is ongoing.

#truly madly deeply fest #fests/exchanges/challenges #tw: rape #non con #tw: violence #dark fic #dramione

[dysphoriaposting]

Game idea:

10 random people are trapped on an island after a sea monster fucking claps their cruise ship and they're stranded on an island. Swimming out from the island causes instant death.

The game has a sanity meter for every person, and if the people are low sanity, they go mad, running around the island and ruining things for other people before swimming out to sea to die.

The standard gameplay loop is balancing socialization and improving the settlement to boost morale and sanity while also weathering long periods of boredom and sanity drop to avoid people swimming out. The game only gets harder the more people who die, because the less people there are, the harder it is to keep everybody's morale up and prevent people from swimming out to sea.

The good ends are:

Everybody dying of old age together

A plane rescuing everyone, as planes are above the sea monster's reach (Unlikely)

Building a self-sufficient society on the island until people can build their own planes and leave

#video game idea #game idea #board game ideas #Fly Island

[manawari]

Masked | Jinhae One-shot

Hunters from all around the globe roamed around the clear ceramic floor, shimmering in a subtle touch of gold under the bright lights of the hall. Each of them wore a pristine outfit, made from the finest fabric and most proficient tailors, that made them stood out amongst the crowd even though no one was competing in the first place. They desired to add their own touch in the extravagant event of the year.

The Hunters Ball.

With the gates appearing everywhere on Earth, awakened people called Hunters must put their lives on the line to conquer what was within those gates. They had to face monsters with their weapons as death lurked beside them. The price for defeating the gate earned them a handful amount of money and a reputation to uphold. Every day was another battle for them to win.

In return, the government had declared a special holiday for the strongest defenders of mankind. A spectacular event that would help them interact with hunters from different countries and enjoy the beautiful night without having a thought to worry about. This ball was that one thing all hunters were excited about and wished to be invited. . .

The stem of the wine glass between her fingers was thin and held a dark red liquor for her lips to devour. Cha Hae-in stood next to a round table where she had her arms resting on the surface, she watched the other hunters stroll in leisure, gracing the entire building with their presence. She had met new faces ever since she had entered the venue, many hunters praised her warmly and invited her for a talk, and for the sake of maintaining a cordial image, she went along while resisting the strong smell of their aura infuriating her nose.

The theme of today's night was masks. Hence, all hunters wore masks to elevate in their attires. Including her, Hae-in brought a deep blue mask with black sequins dotting the corners and a single strand of rubies that dangled on her right cheek. She had taken it off when she excused herself from the conversation as she could no longer handle the scent. There were some hunters who shared the same condition as her, their masks had come with an adjustment, so it would be easy for them to coalesce without letting the aura become a hindrance.

Hae-in was the only one who didn't have a mask like theirs. She just relied on her handkerchief to ease her senses.

All the other S-Rank hunters, with a couple of chosen hunters under their guilds, were having quite a time in the ball. Chairman Go Gun-hee and a surveillance team led by Woo Jin-chul were also there. Go Gun-hee wore a simple white suit and a black mask whereas Jin-chul presented himself in a burgundy suit over a blue dress shirt and a red kaleidoscope necktie, his brown mask sat on his shoulder as he strolled around and amicably conversed with other hunters.

And as the Vice Master of her guild, Hae-in was clad in a dark blue gown that reached the top of her feet, donned in a pair of three-inch strapped black heels. The gown rose to the nape of her neck, covering her whole chest, yet left the rest of her back exposed. There were also two layers of red that sat atop of her hips and stretched down on the hem of her dress.

She brought her glass to her red-coated lips and drank on the beverage. She thought she might as well spend the rest of the event like some bystander in a sea of beautiful people, feeding her boredom by drinking her wine and allowing herself to swim in her thoughts about her country she had to temporarily leave behind.

"Ah, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." Choi Jong-in approached her with Baek Yoon-ho in tow. He wore a white suit and a black tie underneath the blazer, but what gave his overall presence was the red coat, adorned with gold ornaments on his shoulder, that was draped over his shoulders. He still wore his glasses behind his red mask that had two orange feathers standing in the upper left corner. He blinked at the glass in her hand. "Don't tell me you are going to stay like that for the rest of the night."

"There is nothing better I can do here," she replied.

"Of course, you do!" Jong-in scoffed. "You are missing out on the entire party. Some guys even kept asking me about you." His tone fell into a grumble at the last sentence.

Hae-in sighed. "This kind of event isn't my thing as much as it is to you both. And besides, once I am done with this drink, I will join you guys."

"Good to know." Yoon-ho let out a grin and threw a brief glance at the crowd. His attire was rather simpler than the hunter next to him, only consisting of a grey tux and a black and orange bowtie. "Anyways, you missed out witnessing a beautiful woman asking out Tae-gyu for a dance."

"Really?" Her eyes piqued in amusement.

The hunter snickered. "The idiot was so flattered that he pulled some gentlemanly curtsy."

"And to think no other Korean hunter had entered the dancefloor," Jong-in looked at Hae-in, "why don't we join them, eh? I'm sure the chairman will appreciate some participation from his hunters."

"But. . . I don't know all the steps." Hae-in felt her cheeks slightly burn at the idea.

Jong-in rolled his eyes. "And that is why we are doing it. Come on, don't waste your appearance here just to become a post."

Hae-in flashed him a cold gaze and lightly punched his arm.

Meanwhile, Yoon-ho waved his hand in dismissal. "You guys do that. I am having another drink with Goto and Tanaka."

Woah, to think he had an intense fight with Ken Tanaka a couple of weeks ago. Hae-in thought.

She left her glass on the table and put on her mask as she followed Jong-in to the crowd. He was right, plenty of hunters had joined in pairs to dance to the harmonious music whilst the rest stood aside and watched. Hae-in was quite nervous of the idea of dancing, she feared she might make a wrong step or accidentally step on someone's foot. Jong-in seemed to be more confident than she was.

But he was one of the few people she trusted, therefore she must be certain enough of herself that she wouldn't do anything shameful.

They walked past the pairs, even finding herself brushing past against them because of the clothing these women wore, and the pounding sensation within her chest never stopped. Her hands grew cold due to her jittery. Jong-in, who must've been sensing her state, gave her an encouraging nudge on her arm. Hae-in flashed him a twitch of her lips in return.

Once they found the right spot, the two hunters faced each other. And in her peripheral view, Hae-in could make out the glimpse of the watchful gaze of Gun-hee from the balcony he stood upon to watch the entire performance. Jong-in stretched his arms, waiting for her to do her part.

Sighing, Hae-in reached out and was about to touch her friend's hand when she caught a finger tapping his shoulder.

Jong-in turned around, only for her to meet a man, who was dressed in a complete black attire. He also wore his mask in the same color on his face, causing his eyes to be indiscernible.

"May I?" He asked, extending his hand to her direction. Suddenly, the rate of her heart changed.

For a moment, Jong-in was silent. He spared a look at Hae-in, then to the hunter. He nodded and made his way past her with a brief squeeze from her shoulder — a faint message she could not distinguish.

All of her thoughts had fleeted when the man had stepped closer. He took her hand in his and placed the other on her lower back, his fingers glazing the bare skin. Hae-in shivered. He gently tugged her closer and her hand had unknowingly found his chest. He craned his neck a little to meet her eyes, piercing through the mask that secluded half of her features.

Meanwhile, Hae-in had only deciphered the slightest glint of his eyes deep in the mask that hid the same amount of skin in his face. She felt like she was staring into abyss. He began to move her, slowly, and the hand he had on her back remained in a strong grip, almost as if he did not want her to move not even an inch away from him.

Who is this hunter?

Hae-in could not utter a single word. She was dancing with a stranger. Out of all the hunters she had seen so far, there was no one who shared the same attire as this man, all black like he was the living embodiment of a shadow, and—

His scent. . . His scent. This overflowing aura permeating from his tall physique that she could not point out. It did not bother her smell, rather it felt like she was smelling heaven for the first time. . . Not to be an exaggeration, this was the first time Hae-in had encountered a hunter with no stench.

It was intoxicating.

Hae-in found herself at ease with this stranger.

. . . But that was until she felt his breath trickle her cheek as he leaned down and inched his mouth to her ear. He whispered. "You are quite a dancer, mi'lady."

"N— not really," she stuttered. This unfathomable effect this man had on her. She inhaled and spoke again. "Who are you?"

"I prefer not to reveal my name." The corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. "Who knows maybe you have encountered me at some point of your life."

"What?" Hae-in's eyes widened.

Then, the hunter leaned lower until the tip of his nose had come in contact with her neck. His warm breath fanned on the skin. "Don't think about it much. Focus on this moment." His hand traced her back. "And allow yourself to breathe too."

Realizing she had been holding her breath, Hae-in released the air through her nose and suddenly felt the absence of his warm hand on her skin, only to find herself spinning around. . . Then she was tugged back with his chest right behind her. His hand fell on her waist while his other hand returned to her own. What is he doing? Hae-in clenched her jaw, wondering how this man had the intrepidity to press her body against his as they waltzed to the music. Just because he had this scent on him didn't mean—

Oh. She realized, noticing how the rest of the hunters were in the same position as them.

After another passing second, he twirled her until she met his gaze once again. While she had her grip on his shoulder, he reached his hand to her jaw, rough and a bit warm. His thumb glazed beneath her bottom lip. She could sense his solid gaze on her lips, though she had no idea how to respond.

She was aware that many men were attracted to her due to the fame she carried as one of the strongest hunters. And perhaps this man was just one of them.

"Just whatever you are thinking, don't." Hae-in snarled at him as he took themselves to another direction.

A broad grin broke upon the hunter's lips and he released a chuckle. "Oh, I am not entirely tempting," he said as he removed his thumb, but kept a finger under her chin. "But you cannot blame me for being allured by you. To think, no other hunter in this event had surpassed your grace."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Are you taking me for someone with a false tongue?" He said. "I will never lie to you."

Hae-in rolled her eyes. They parted to place their palms in front of each other as they walked in a circle. His eyes never left her, maintaining to hold an inscrutable expression on his face. "Why do say those words like you know me so well? I didn't even hear you utter a single name." She told him. "If I could, I'd rip that mask off your face."

"I won't stop you." Then, he stretched his hand to her waist and pulled her sideways. He smirked in satisfaction at the small gasp she released. "But not on this time."

She finally let out a brief chortle. "I don't know why you like to play this game of yours."

"If I am, what's the prize?" He asked. His grip tightened as he leaned closer, hovering his lips on her cheek.

Hae-in held her composure. "Well, I'm sure there is a reason why you interjected earlier."

"Who knows." He answered the same response in the same tone. His breath kept teasing every inch of her skin. Hae-in couldn't help but quiver and lay her hand on his chest, vaguely feeling the beating of his heart against her palm. "What if I just don't want to miss a dance with you?"

When she looked up, she caught the glimpse of his eyes. . . Glowing in deep purple. Like twin orbs gazing at her with thick passion.

Her eyes grew half-lidded as he inched closer. Warm breath trickled through his parted lips. An untold burning desire. Her stomach clenched as she no longer made another move.

"Somebody could be watching us." She murmured.

"We're in the depths of a crowd. And they are way too busy to pay attention to us." He said.

With that, he crashed his lips into hers. It took a few seconds for her to recover from her shock, only then to return the kiss with a rivaling passion that aroused her— no, both of their hunger after waltzing under a tension fiercer than a beast.

She knew how shameful she was doing right now, sharing her first kiss with a stranger who had cut between her and Jong-in and acted in a way that shoved her composure to the edge of a cliff. But, her mind was too dazed by the inevitable spell he had cast upon her. His hand trailed up to her bare back, causing her to jerk, and he placed a solid grip on her hip to prevent her from retracting.

Two hunters, sharing a moment of heated passion in the middle of a busy crowd. And not a single person had thrown a glance at them.

They pulled away after running out of air in their lungs, panting through their mouths. Hae-in had her hands on his chest, her fingertips caressing the lapels of his coat as if holding onto them when her legs suddenly felt weak, while he watched her catch her breath with half-lidded eyes.

Just then, Hae-in raised her head to meet him. . . Unfortunately for her, purple cracks appeared throughout the hunter's body until he disappeared into thin air. It left her nothing, only shock and bewilderment in her eyes. What was that?

"About time you show up." Jong-in took a bite on his appetizer. "How did it go?"

"Did you know who the hunter is?" Byung-gyu piped up.

Hae-in shook her head. A loose smile formed across her face. "I want to head back to the hotel. I'm feeling quite lightheaded."

"I'll call for the driver to pick you up." Yoon-ho pulled out his phone and began to dial the chauffeur.

"Tell him I'll be waiting outside." Hae-in said as she made her way to the doors.

Unbeknownst to her, Jin-woo watched her retreating figure from the second floor. A subtle smile glossed over his lips that were previously touched and nibbled by hers. It was addicting, intoxicating, enough for him to lose his mind if he had lingered longer. He wondered if he would be able to share the another moment with her like earlier, her bold demeanor challenging him, and her priceless reactions once he took his turn.

. . . And yet, it was the night neither of them could ever forget.

#tried to write in a different ✨ atmosphere ✨ #ya'll i have wildest dreams on repeat for this one-shot #solo leveling #sung jin woo #cha hae in #jinhae #sl fics by rei

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Untitled Bloodbag Story - The Attempt

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Warnings: Aftermath of consensual drugging, broken bones, attempted escape, mentions of previous abuse and potential future abuse.

Casper slept, his mind filled with drug haze dreams. Some were of his time at the vampire lair, some were of him flying or swimming, and some were of his old life, causing pangs of pain to expand in his chest.

He was surrounded by water, he was floating, down, down, but he could still breathe. He took a deep breath, the water smelt like salt and got darker as he sank. Casper started to swim up towards the surface, the light filtering through getting brighter as he approached. Instead of breaking the surface, he hit a clear wall, the surface of the water blocking him out. He slammed against it, but it was no use, he was stuck. 

He looked around, and down, at the water. There was nothing but the deep blue sea around him, so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. He spun around, hands pressing against the top of his boundary, looking for anything, something. But alas, he was alone.

Then he saw something in the distance. He swam towards it as fast as he could and when he got there, he saw it was a door. A door to the outside, to above the water. It rippled like the waves, but he could touch it, it was solid. He tried the handle, but it was locked. Casper looked around frantically for a way out. He pounded against the door as hard as he could and screamed out for something, anything, to save him.

— — — — —

Casper wandered the flat like a ghost, feet dragging as he walked. He couldn’t tell what time it was, only that he had finally slept off the effects of the drug cocktail and was back to his normal, pain ridden self. Every part of his body hurt, every ache different from the next. Some were a dull ache, some were sharp pains, some were shooting. Some of the pains only hurt when he moved, some were constant, but all varied in degrees and kinds of hurt.

When he stopped his wandering, he found himself at the bottom of the staircase. He felt trapped, suffocated. Casper looked up to the door at the top of the stairs, and thought about his boredom. Before he’d even realised it, he was climbing the stairs to the top.

He tried the door handle, and to no surprise, it was locked from the outside. His mind flashed back to the unmistakable sound of a deadbolt sliding into place, and he sighed. Casper turned to walk back down the stairs, but he only got a few steps down before something in him snapped.

He ran back up to the top of the stairs and started to pound on the door with both arms, ignoring the pain that shot up his broken arm as he slammed it against the door.

“Let me out! Let me out you bastard!” He screamed.

Listening closely, there was no response, only a silence throughout the house. In a rage he kicked the door, then started pounding on it again.

“Let me out goddammit! You can’t keep me down here forever! Fuck!” He kicked the door again.

Frustrated, but unwilling to just give up and be a prisoner down here, he sat down on the stairs a few steps down from the door, leaving enough room so it could open, waiting for Zola to come down so he could try and make a break for it.

He wanted out.

— —

The deadbolt slid out of place and Casper perked up, crouching on the stairs, ready to pounce. As the door slowly started to open he got ready, and when it was open he ran for it, pushing past Zola and trying to squeeze out between him and the doorframe.

Zola turned as he approached and stuck his arm out, grabbing him around the waist, picking him up under one arm and starting to descend down the stairs, closing the door behind them. Casper started kicking and screaming, wiggling in the vampire’s grip that crushed his ribs and made it hard to breathe, trying to escape.

“Let me go!” He wheezed.

When they got down the stairs Zola walked up to the couch in the living area and grabbed Casper, throwing him down on the cushions, then he put his hands on his hips, looking down disapprovingly at the boy.

“What was that?” Zola asked.

“You can’t keep me here! You have to let me go!” Casper shouted in between pants.

“And you’ll do what? Go back out there?” He pointed. “To a world full of vampires who know your scent like the back of their hands?”

“You can’t just keep me prisoner here! You can’t just do this!”

Zola leaned in, voice stern. “They know your scent! One trip out and you’re done for! That’s it! Besides, aren’t you the one that was worried about what they’ll do to you once they find you?”

Casper swallowed, looking up at Zola.

“I’ll — I’ll leave! I’ll flee the city and never come back! Move to the Muskokas, stay in my family’s cottage! And — and, I’ll find a job, buy a house there someday!”

Zola shook his head. “You think you can get out of the city fast enough? One night, one night is all it takes, and you’re a dead man, and I can’t save you.”

Casper bit his lip, trying to think of something to say.

“Well, not a dead man,” Zola corrected, “but a heavily abused, barely alive bloodbag.”

“You don’t know that.” Casper said quietly.

“What was that?” Zola asked, putting his hand up to his ear and leaning closer.

“You don’t know that.” Casper said slightly louder, voice wavering.

Zola raised his eyebrows pointedly. “I do know that. And you know it too.”

Casper went silent. He couldn’t deny what Zola was saying, Casper knew firsthand what he was talking about. Casper also knew what the vampires told him they would do to him. He sighed.

“So what am I supposed to do? Just stay here forever?” Casper sat up, resting his head in his hands.

Zola sat on the couch beside him. “Not forever, but awhile. Who knows, maybe one day I can hide you away somewhere far, far away. Europe or something. But for now, while you heal and learn to trust me, you’re staying here.” Zola put a hand on Casper’s back.

Casper lifted his head and looked at Zola. “How can I learn to trust you when you’re keeping me locked in your basement? How can I heal when you broke my fucking arm?”

“It’s for your safety, trust me. And that — that was an accident.”

Casper scoffed. “An accident, sure. How can a creature that’s centuries old not know how to control their strength?”

Zola went silent.

Casper let out a big sigh. “Why are you keeping me down here anyways? What’s so dangerous about upstairs?”

“It’s to keep you safe, no one can know you’re here. If they knew, I don’t know that I’d be enough to stop a hoard of vampires breaking into my house. Besides, their leaders are very powerful, you know this.”

He nodded, he did know this. “What am I supposed to do down here?”

“Heal,” Zola said. “You need to heal.”

“Healing is not an activity.”

“I can bring you some books from my personal library, if you tell me what you’d like. What did you do for hobbies? Before…” Zola trailed off.

“Pottery, ceramics.”

“Really?”

Casper nodded.

“Okay, well I can go to town tomorrow to get some supplies. Until then,” he stood, “I’ll get you some books, I assume you read?”

The boy nodded again. “Yes, I do.”

Zola started towards the stairs. “I’ll grab some books, and bring down some food later.”

Casper stayed on the couch, and just before he reached the stairs he turned back towards Casper.

“Do you… feel better now? I know this isn’t ideal, but we’ll make it work.”

“I… think I just need to digest this for a bit, if ya know what I mean?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

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