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yandereunsolved · 28 days

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Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

cw(s): yandere themes, dismemberment, suggestive themes, (James) necrophilia, noncon touching, cannibalism, mention of reader having breakdowns & panic attacks

✧ James found you by God's hand one fateful day. You could say it was more than a mere coincidence, eh? He had just finished killing one of the hotel guests. He was about to call Miss Evers in to clean up the mess when he spotted something sticking out of the dead gentleman's breast pocket. He plucked the card out of your pocket and read it allowed, 'Doctor...' His curiosity was the least bit piqued. Psychologists weren't exactly popular in the 1930s. The true study of the mind hadn't emerged, but James had always lived to study humans. To study their fight or flight instinct, how their bodies react to various torture methods, and how fear affects the human psyche. Perhaps he has found someone who shares his fondness for such things. It would be a great way to meet someone new. Considering Elizabeth refuses to speak with him, he has grown desperate. Not even defiling his killings tapered his already suppressed desires.

✧ He got Sally to teach him how to use this magic witch named 'Wi-fi' who owns the internet—or something like that. Most new technology is just rubbish used to get people to make inauthentic connections. Although perhaps just this once, it can be used for the betterment of his temperament. He has Sally schedule an initial appointment at the hotel. Sally uses the excuse that James is bedridden and terribly ill (non-contagious), but he hates telehealth and just wants someone to talk to in person. You were skeptical because of the rumors surrounding The Cortez, but you were in desperate need of another client, and he was willing to pay extra—a lot extra.

✧ You had your first session in his room, and you immediately got strange vibes from him. He wasn't ill, that was for sure. Perhaps he was a little pale, but he probably hasn't gotten enough sun or vitamin D lately. He was even smoking! He was sitting all relaxed on a couch, dressed up in 1930s-esque attire, with a cane leaning against his lap. He introduced himself as James Patrick March, and you immediately understood why you were called. He either has a personality disorder or is a compulsive liar. Perhaps both. You asked him simple questions, such as his real name and when he was born. You were only getting nonsensical answers. He could not have been born in the late 1800's or early 1900's; that is ridiculous!

James only felt himself grow hotter with each question you asked. It was like a fire had been lit beneath his skin, and he needed to put it out. Then you asked the question that really got him going.

"Since you refuse to use your real name, I'll just call you Mr. March. How is your personal life going? Are you currently sexually active?"

"I have peculiar interests and refined tastes. How do you modern people phrase it? 'Where there is a hole there is a goal'?"

✧ With that astounded expression on your face, he feels his urges compell him to end this lovely conversation early. That look would look perfect on your dead corpse. He takes the sabre out of his cane and tries to slit your throat; he narrowly misses. Somehow, you unlock his room door and bolt through the hallways. How promising. He walks through the winding hallways slowly. You scramble to find the exit, and he struggles with not just outright chasing you through the maze. No, he must preserve the hunt. After what feels like an eternity to you—only eleven minutes in real time—you finally trip over a stair and hit your head on the railing. Talented fox. You nearly escaped to the lobby. You are too much of a challenge to let go so easily. He's going to keep you to get his release. In more ways than one.

✧ You wake up in the middle of the night in the same room as before. It's freezing, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. Your head is pounding, and you are barely able to breathe. James drugged you with some cocktail of drugs—some legal, most not. You feel blades ghosting your body. You feel them just barely slicing into your skin. It must be sleep paralysis, you rationalize. Something whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You are barely able to discern what those words are.

"You taste... a dream."

"Never leave."

"The best prey— never leave me."

✧ You drift off once again before groggily waking up in a different room. You are still in the Cortez, now in room seventy-four. You feel much different today, weighed down and yet free. You don't have any marks on you that would indicate you were harmed last night. You feel the need to escape, but you are also incredibly confused. A maid is in your room, setting down a new set of clothes. She explains that you passed out after you tripped on a stair while leaving the session early. You accuse her of helping the strange man you interviewed who tried to kill you. She chuckles and says that you aren't his type. Her voice has a little bit of spite in it. That was the moment that you were introduced to Miss Evers. Quite possibly the only person who simultaneously envies you for getting all of James attention and pities you for your lack of self-awareness and intelligence in the situation.

✧ Before you are even able to shoo her off this JPM impersonator comes in your room and greets you. You are naturally apprehensive. He is naturally enthralled to see that his trophy prey has awoken. He cannot wait to just see how you react today. You try to leave and he explains that you never finished your session. You accuse him now of trying to murder you. He brushes it off and insists that you at least have breakfast with him before you leave. You are about to answer firmly when Miss Evers folding of a towel loudly snaps together. This 'James' scolds her and she gives him a doe-eyed look. Before you are even able to say no he is ushering you down the hallway in silken pajamas someone put on you while you were passed. The thought makes you shudder.

✧ You both were served a hearty and delicious breakfast. It isn't very filling to you, no matter how much you eat. It must be how queasy you are from yesterday. If it happened. Perhaps you had a mental break due to all the stress you have been through lately. You don't get a lot of time to think because you are snapped from your thoughts. This James speaks about your future together and how you will have a long and fufilling relationship. He asks you to give him a psyche evaluation. When you say no, he subtly threatens you with the thought of not paying because you didn't actually fill his full session. You reluctantly agree.

✧ He's both incredibly frustrated and intrigued by your persistence. How many times must he explain to you that he isn't a 'cosplayer' or someone with a personality disorder. He is simply the great James Patrick March. No matter. It will make you even more fun to play with.

"Your delusions, doctor, are clouding your mind. So I suppose I will have to make you see the truth—one way or another."

He sets up small 'challenges' to see if you can pass them. He wants to test how long your mental fortitude will hold up.

✧ The first of those was dismembering himself in front of your very eyes. He does it multiple times, and they are all random. He will pluck his eye out and stir it in his tea. He will cut open his chest and stuff his organs into your suitcase. He will remove whatever is covering his neck and finger from his suicide wound. He asks if you would like to feel it, stroke it, touch it, or play with it.

"Doctor, I understand you only deal with the human mind, but would you like to feel this and assess if it is real? Do you believe me now?"

He will stab himself in the heart during one of your sessions and tell you that this is what you do to him. In the most extreme cases, if he isn't getting your coveted attention, he will take himself apart limb by limb and place them on your bed like a cross.

✧ You begin to come to terms with the fact that, at least, this man is psychotic. Perhaps not a ghost, but definitely a killer and wickedly sadistic. You try so many of the phones in the hotel, but so many seem not to work. You try to find your way out once again, but you seem to be trapped within these walls. Which comes to one of his many other tactics: trapping you in The Cortez's hallway maze. He is able to distort the minds of his guests and make sure that they never get out. Like a rat trying to find an escape from a box maze that has no exit. He enjoys just slowly walking behind you and taking in your panic and your quick breaths when your clothing rides up on you. He is able to take a respectful peek at what he will inevitably see time and time again.

✧ He keeps you trapped in the hotel. You never even have a chance to get to the lobby. He has a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. He has his daily sessions with you. Outside of that? His torture. All of his torture. All of it. He threatens you with it subtly if you do something that he is displeased with. He'll even lock you in that death closet of his and make you stand right near the spike. Sometimes you prefer to be in there because you can hide from him. He likes it when you hide in his death traps. So he totally leaves you alone and totally just doesn't sit right outside your ability to view him.

You are coming to the point where those times when he is cordial are the times you crave. All part of his plan, of course. Although—he hopes that you will keep up the chase, he likes that fiery spirit of yours.

✧ You often find him getting release from his dead victims. You know because your relentless cycle of agony and pleasure stops. At least he doesn't force himself on you when you are awake. You end up doing your best to stay as far away as possible from him during that time. Only you always end up stumbling into the same room as him. You avert your eyes, yet he always has something cheeky to say to you.

"Ngh—darling, darling, wait! This.... this could be us. This could be me. You and me. Nothing could be a replacement for how your flesh feels against mine."

He always turns around and gives you one of those godforsaken winks of his.

✧ That isn't the only time his victims come into play. You are always suspicious of the food he serves you. It's either drugged or the meat could be made from his victims. You first learned that the hard way. You were served meatloaf, and James called in manloaf. He stated that it was made in this very hotel by the very guest who was trying to help you leave. You wanted them so bad, you can have them—in your stomach.

✧ Not even the Countess is able to help. Not that she tries. She is too busy luring more men in. She's forgotten about James mostly, except for the betrayal. She gives you a few warnings and some caution when she can. You are almost like one of her children. Perhaps she would help you if you really were in need. Maybe.

✧ You still get those sensations in your sleep. The feeling of fingertips ghosting on your figure. How the sheets seem to slip off your body. A warm presence keeps you close throughout the night. It often manifests in such strange dreams. It feels like James's thoughts are being injected into your own mind. You dream of him against you—sometimes he is brutally murdering you, and in others he is sensually caressing you. He always seems to tease and taunt you with those tantalizing images in your mind.

✧ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ — You often have panic attacks and breakdowns because of him. Your heart rate quickens as sweat rolls down your body. Your legs shake and give in. The entire hotel seems to spin around you. You have to seek him out for your own comfort. It's so twisted and vile. You can feel bile rising in the back of your throat when it happens. You almost have to crawl on your hands and knees to reach him. Yet, it feels like heaven. His skin is so soft and supple. His suit is always made of the most comfortable materials. His body is always so cool to the touch. In those moments, your body melts into his. That is, until your mind stops its dissociation long enough to realize the trauma you were going through. You are falling for him—a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You couldn't stand for this. You need to fight against this, against him.

✧ Unfortunately, your non-belief in ghosts stops when you see multiple people you thought were dead trying to warn you. You see your patient, who was killed in this very hotel. They tell you that they're so happy to see you. They are so happy you are here with them. You have to put on your therapist hat again and calm them down. It all clicks. Other people you thought were guests here were warning you. You are being oddly welcomed into the space. The others are cautious of your presence and afraid to upset the owner, the one who holds so much power over them. That strange being that seemed to flicker in and out of your peripheral occasionally. You finally make peace with the fact that James Patrick March is indeed a ghost. You really do need to escape here.

✧ You steal the hotel's shipping schedule for their toiletries and linens. You make a plan to escape. You think you are so clever, and it really makes James hot under his white buttoned collar. He lets you think that you are so much more astute than him. It makes him a little desperate, but he won't show it. He needs your touch so badly. He needs you to love him so badly. He needs you to be his little trophy victim. He needs you to help him chase his highs. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you. You, only you.

✧ He confesses his undying adoration for you and clings to your waist as you try to walk out. He sighs and tries one more tactic before you step out the door. He promises to tell you the entire truth. You are caught off guard by this, and your hand slips off the door. He leads you to his trophy room and shows you his 10 Commandment killings. He directs you to the corner, where your body lies. You are covered in wounds that have long since dried out. Your eyes are lifeless. You have his name etched across your naked chest. You scream, shout, and sob. James gently holds you and soothes you even as you thrash, kick, and gnaw at him.

"You've been trapped here the entire time. Since that night."

As if that makes it any better. You aren't that stupid. You could connect the dots—lack of appetite, coldness, the odd sensations, everything. You are stuck with this monster for all eternity.

"Hmm, yes! I saw you and just knew that I had to have you. Have you gotten my diagnosis yet, my love? It's lovesickness, and your body is the cure."

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daisyblog · 11 months

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Our Baby

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry have their first ultrasound.

Seven weeks of changes, it was almost like the minute YN found out she was pregnant, the symptoms all hit her at once. Morning sickness was the worst. But whoever decided to call it “morning” sickness clearly didn’t experience it, YN thought to herself. It lingered throughout the day, up until she went to sleep, exhausted from emptying her stomach multiple times a day. When Harry was there, he would be by her side, holding back her hair and rubbing her back but one day without thinking Harry arrived back from his meeting with the boys and their management, with a tray of sushi. As soon as he entered the kitchen and YN was met with the strong smell, she felt her stomach turn and rushed to the bathroom, with Harry following behind.

Once she had wiped her mouth, brushed her teeth and sipped some water, she turned to Harry “You’re banned from eating sushi around me..the baby doesn’t like it”

Harry chuckled to himself “The same as the baby apparently wants to watch pretty little liars on repeat”

“Just get rid of the fish” YN ordered with a glare.

Mood swings were another symptom YN was experiencing and didn’t Harry know about it. She would be crying one minute and shouting the next. Harry found her in the kitchen one morning, milk tipped all over the tiled floor and YN crying whilst trying to mop it up, and when she heard him chuckle at the scene in front of him, she snapped “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?”. It was going to be a long pregnancy, Harry thought.

Today YN and Harry had their 12-week antenatal appointment where they would finally be able to see their little baby. They had managed to squeeze in a scan before Harry was jetting off to Australia for the next part of the Up All Night tour. YN had agreed to fly out and join him on tour for the America leg of the tour, as she had a break from college for the summer.

YN was unsure if it was a coincidence that she hadn't experienced any sickness this morning or if it was just a matter of time before it began again, but she was making the most of it. Sitting in the waiting room, four white walls surrounded them as they sat in the corner, hoping nobody would recognise Harry. So far nobody glanced in his direction. YN picked at the skin around her finger, a nervous habit she had done since she was younger and Harry's leg bounced up and down, waiting for YN's name to be called. Noticing her picking at her fingers, Harry reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Everything will be fine" He reassured her in a whispers, his own fingers rubbings circles onto her hand, trying to calm her nerves.

"This just makes it..I don't know...real I suppose" YN explained her feelings, as her eyes focused on their hands sitting together on his lap.

"I know-"

"YN LN" A young midwife wearing a blue uniform called as she stood by the double doors. YN stood, pulling Harry with her and both walked towards the woman, who was looking on with a friendly smile.

"I'm Laura..I'm going to be your midwife for your antenatal appointments..follow me" the couple continued to walk hand in hand as they followed Laura to a side room.

"Please take a seat" Laura instructed the pair. They both sat in the black chairs whilst Laura sat in a swivelled purple one opposite, with a stack of papers in front of her. "Okay..so as I explained I'll be your midwife for any antenatal appointments and also I'll come out to visit you once the baby has arrived..so YN I'm going to ask you a few questions if that's okay?"

"Yeh that's fine" YN agreed and sent Laura a nervous smile.

"I'm so sorry..I didn't even ask Dad his name" Laura laughed as she glanced in Harry's direction "I do apologise...we often forget about the Dads"

YN and Harry chuckled "I'm Harry"

Laura continued to ask YN, the date of her last period, how she was feeling, if she had noticed any unusual changes or if she was taking her vitamins, and if she had experienced any bleeding or painful cramps. Once Laura had filled in some paper work and explained all things pregnancy to the couple, and taken some blood samples from YN to send off to make sure everything with the baby was okay, it was time for their scan.

"Okay..well now I'm going to take you down to where you'll have your scan and I'll see you in another couple of weeks for another check-up" Laura explained.

"Thank you" YN and Harry spoke together.

Once they were introduced to Eliza, the sonographer, YN was instructed to lie down on the bed that was in the middle of the room. Harry sat on the chair next to her, with his arms leaning on his legs.

As Eliza sat on the stool on the other side in front of all the equipment, she spoke "Could you pull your top up so it sits above your tummy and then roll your leggings down a smidge please my darling"

YN did as she was asked, and Eliza explained that the gel may feel cold against her skin as she poured some onto her stomach. As the gel hit YN's stomach she sucked in at the contact. Making Harry chuckle at her reaction and reach for her hand to hold in his, as Eliza began to move the probe around the bottom of YN's tummy, pushing and prodding in each place as her eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

After a few minutes, the silence was broken "Aaaand here's your baby" Eliza spoke as she turned the screen towards the couple, causing both their heads to look up. "Here's baby's head, tummy, legs and arm" She pointed out each one.

YN could feel a tear slip from her eye, completely in awe at what she could see, their little baby. Half of her and half of Harry. The moment she would never forget, seeing their baby for the first time, it was surreal. She was in love with someone she hadn't even met. She felt Harry squeeze her hand, and as she turned her head to face him she saw his own eyes tearing up.

"That's our baby" He whispered, wiping a tear that had escaped.

"Our baby" YN smiled back.

"You have a very active baby...they keep wringing around" Eliza commented, still moving the probe against YN's tummy.

"Just like their Daddy" YN joked whilst giving Harry a smirk.

"Would you like some photos to take home with you?" Eliza asked as she gave YN some tissue to wipe off the gel.

"Yeh please" Harry and YN said together.

That evening whilst the couple were lying in bed, Harry's arm tucked behind YN's neck and tickling her arms as her head laid on his bare chest, YN spoke quietly "I wish I could tell my Mum"

"I know baby...but she definitely already knows and she's the one who's sent us this little one" Harry tried to ease the situation as he pulled her body closer.

"Can we go to the cemetery tomorrow before we go to your Mum's?"

"Of course we can...you don't even need to ask" Harry pecked her head with his lips "Why don't we put a scan photo on her grave too?"

YN looked up to him, with a grateful smile "I'd love that"

"Let's get some sleep...we've got a busy day tomorrow...because let's be honest my Mum's going to do a lot of crying and asking questions"

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bitterkarella · 5 months

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Midnight Pals: Prog

Todd Keisling: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call the tale of the yellow kings Keisling: so there's this progressive rock band making an album based on the yellow king Keisling: with a cover by our greatest living artist roger dean Dean Koontz: hey! that's my name too! Keisling: that's no coincidence boy

Keisling: so there's this groupie Keisling: camilla Keisling: and she's got ideas for the band's music Keisling: horrifying apocalyptic ideas Keisling: she's going to have everyone take off their masks Robert W Chambers: i get it!

Keisling: they're going to cause an apocalypse with the power of progressive rock Dean Koontz: wow progressive rock sounds pretty dangerous Keisling: only in the wrong hands, dean Keisling: the power of progressive rock turned to evil, like Univers Zero or Van Der Graaf Generator, can be devastating Keisling: but turned to the light...

Keisling: take a look at this album, dean, pretty cool huh? Keisling: oh dean Keisling: prepare to have the doors of perception Keisling: blown right off their hinges

Kiesling: check this out dean, i think you'll really like this music Poe: whoa todd this might be a little advanced for dean Kiesling: no don't worry i'll start him off slow Kiesling: let's start you off with some Yes

Dean Koontz: Yes? Keisling: yeah i think you can handle it Koontz: why is there a scary zombie on the cover? Keisling: that's steve howe Keisling: actually dean on second thought Keisling: Yes might be a little much for your first time Keisling: let's start you with Yes Featuring Jon Anderson, Trevor Rabin, Rick Wakeman

Keisling: behold, my record collection! King: wow this is quite the collection todd! King: you know, you could save a lot of space if you went digital Keisling: yeah but Keisling: vinyl just has a warmer sound ya know?

Keisling: dean i think you're really going to like this band Keisling: it's called jethro tull Poe: whoa whoa dean is not ready for that Keisling: oh don't worry i'm not playing thick as a brick or anything Keisling: just bungle in the jungle Keisling: you'll like it dean it's about animals

Koontz: can i listen to this album? Keisling: Crack the Sky? no dean that's the ayahuasca of prog Keisling: you want the flintstones chewable vitamins of prog Keisling: here, try some tarkus

Dean Koontz: [vibrating while listening to headphones, blood gushing from nose] of course i understand it all Keisling: Dean! No! Keisling: Not Gentle Giant! Keisling: it's too much, too soon! Koontz: each day actually consists of four days occurring simultaneously

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #robert w chambers #todd keisling

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ssacassie · 16 days

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Part 2 of https://www.tumblr.com/ssacassie/747166593478426624/wrio-x-femreader-kinda-angst-blood-swearing @sangoqueenkoko

not proof read or anything i need sleep enjoy

Wriothesley x fem!reader

The infirmary laid eerily still. Evidence of life was very little, other than the occasional sound of paper being turned. Heavy clanks on the lithium was heard ascending towards where Sigiewinnie sat, next to you. "How's she lookin'?" The dukes voice broke the silence. "Your grace, the chances aren't in our favor." All he was able to do was nod, exit the room and repeat this process.

The previous few days was all the same routine. He'd walk around for hours pondering on what he could of done different to have prevented this. Every step he took was a constant reminder of how surreal the last week has been. After a few hours he'd need to use the bathroom, or Sigewinnie would be able to convince him to sleep - all though that never lasted longer than three hour intervals. He's barely left your side. "Okay, you need to go to the surface," the nurses voice echoed down the corridor as she followed suit. Confusion arose in the man, why would he? You're down here. He's not leaving. "You're growing sickly pal and honestly I couldn't accurately tell you when you last saw the sun." "But-" "Get her flowers and come straight back if you need to." Wriothesley was still about to protest before Sigewinnie slammed the door giving him no alternative. "Doctors orders! It'd be unlocked once you catch some fresh vitamin d!"

With a simple phone call, it so happened Wriothesley ran into Neuvillite on pure coincidence. As soon as Neuvillite got a call from Sigewinnie, the worst was expected. To hear you were still fighting but he needed to distract his friend, he was waiting by the fleur shops. "Wriothesley," the dragon alerts his friend of his presence. After Wrio picks out the perfect flowers for you the silver haired man starts digging.

"When was the last time you slept?" 'Cause you look like you're the one dying.' "A few hours ago." "No, actually slept. Fulls nights rest?" A pause filled the air, whether it was from him debating the truth or just purely thinking he possessed the answer. "Days ago." At this Wrio felt him stop moving, staring at him.

"We all feel horrible for what happened to her," 'To you',

"But the truth is there's nothing we can do now other than let Sigewinnie do her job, and for everyone to hope." Icy blue eyes were finally able to meet, a pathetic sigh escaping Wriothesley. He knew he was being irrational and his friend was right. Before he could muster a response, "Go back to her. Make yourself comfortable and sleep. She'll be there when you rise, I promise you." And with that, Wriothesley watched him walk away. Alone, there he stood holding the flowers that mounted to know more than a bouquet of clumsy words and feelings.

The rest of the walk was short before he was able to open the door, true to her promise the door slid open with ease. A part of him hoped he'd see you awake, laughing. Or even better yet, awake from this nightmare with you holding him saying it was all just a bad dream. But neither of those were the cards. Nothing changed other than the nurses location. 'When will this paradox end.' he scoffed.

The flowers were now placed in a vase next to you, true to his word Wriothesley made a bed right on the ground next to you and slept.

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Sun shone in on the room evidence of a new day. The duke groaned getting up, stretching realizing how sore his body was from sleeping on the floor. In a weird way he believed it was worth it, he felt more energized. And for a while, even if it was only a few minutes in his dream; everything was okay again.

However once again his routine of reputation started.

as the day grew later a new guest snuck in the infirmary "How long has he been like this?" Navia asked, "Hours. A day." she quickly nodded before walking towards the duke.

"Wrio man. This? This isn't doing anything for anyone other than hurting yourself. Why are you torturing yourself more? I understand what you're feeling, we all are sorry for what happened to her." Theres those words again. 'We all feel bad' 'We're sorry.' How can anyone else understand what he feels? He's the reason you're dying. He should of looked sooner at you. He should of taken that side. He should of finished quicker to help you. He should of known an abush was going to happen. He shouldn't of even let you get out of bed that day. You're going to die and its all because of your sincerely,

A harsh snap drags him out of his thoughts. Resting her hand back at her side she continued. "Listen man you just gotta' hang in there for all of us and most importantly her." "I kn-" He's cut off by Sigewinnie rushing down to their spot. With his throat getting dry he feels his heart sink to his feet. What happened to you?

"Your grace, she requested to see you." His eyes lit up and sprinted to your room, swinging open the door hastily. "Hi." He froze staring at you. You're alive. His eyes search your face all over, not being able to say anything. What felt like forever but was realistically thirty seconds, "Are you just going to stand there or come and give me a hug? Sigewinnie said it wouldn't affect any of my stitches."

Needing no further push he was at your side in seconds holding you close to his chest. Your head laid on his heartbeat; being able to hear it. Muscular arms wrapped tightly around you, his head was placed on yours. After a few more seconds you can feel a tear slide down onto your shoulder. "I'm so glad-" he couldn't find the strength to finish that but both of you knew what the next words were. 'That you're not dead.'

"Sigewinnie told me how lucky I am," "I'm the luckiest baby. I don't know what I would of done without you, I'm so happy you woke up love." subconsciously his grip on you grew tighter. He pulled back, tears glossy as he held you. Smiling. It was the first time a smile grew on his face in days, he was truly a goner without you.

"I love you so much. I never want another moment to go to waste between us, ever again. I don't know what I woulda' done without you, princess. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to protect you better." "You didn't know, neither of us did. Okay? You can't beat yourself up about it. All that matters is that I'm going to recover, because its not our time to part yet. I love you too, Wrio."

The rest of the night he spent glued to your side.

As days ticked down, you were cleared to go home under the pretense you kept a low profile. Which obviously wasn't a problem as the duke was your right hand man, not allowing you to do anything alone. Out of curiosity and fear.

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"Babe you almost ready?" Wriothesley asked, fixing his tie. In honor of your life he felt the two of you needed to go out to dinner and celebrate, he wanted nothing more than to spoil his precious girl.

"Mhm! One second," you saying while looking at yourself one last time in the mirror before deciding you loved how you looked for tonight. The rest of the date went well, Including Wrio doing everything for you. "You look so fucking gorgeous darling." he showered you in compliments. And honestly? Spoil you he did.

"Was renting the whole roof top really necessary?" and it was as if that sentence triggered something inside him. He took a deep inhale getting nervous before taking a long sip of his champagne.

"Yes."

Before any questions were asked, he was holding your hand kneeling in-front of you with the most gorgeous ring you've seen.

"Y/n. I'm so badly in love with you. I knew I loved you the moment I met you; and from then it only grows every day. I've never been more sure about something in my life before. You. And losing that, was the worst week of my life. You bring me so much happiness I could never love another soul as much as I love yours, princess. I never want another day to pass without you knowing you're the love of my life, and the only person I want to grow old with. Will you, Y/n L/n. Marry me?"

and just like that, in the same way he did just seconds ago before turning both of your lives forever - "Yes."

The biggest smirk sat on the mans face as he stood up to kiss you, maybe the worst week of his life wasn't that bad at all.

#genshin impact #genshin x you #wrio x reader #wriothesely x reader #wriothesley #genshin characters #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

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mrfancyfoot · 1 year

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Obey Me! Prompt: Freckles

The headcanon: Living in the sunless Demon Realm, demons don’t naturally have freckles. They might have spots and stripes and tattoos and makeup and other demonic features, but most are unfamiliar with how sun exposure is actually the cause of skin freckling for humans and angels.

The boys might have seen freckles on prior exchange students from the Human Realm, but MC is the first one they’ve really cared to notice them on. And they’re fading.

Featuring Lucifer, Mammon, Asmo, Satan, Diavolo & Gender Neutral MC.

Rating: G Warnings: None

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Lucifer:

Since day one of their arrival, Lucifer has kept tabs on the health of MC. However, he doesn’t intervene unless he believes that MC may be ill or in the way of harm.

MC’s been getting paler over the last couple of months and it has not escaped his notice.

He begins taking careful note of whether MC is getting enough vitamin D in their diet, going so far as to ensure that shared meals at the House of Lamentation are full of the nutrients their human needs to remain healthy. If MC seems down or out of it, they’ll promptly find themselves whisked off to get a prescription for vitamin supplements to make up for any deficiencies they might have from now living in the Demon Realm.

He remembers the adjustments he and his brothers had to go through after they fell. For most of them, it meant changing their diets, though Asmo in particular despaired over the loss of the spattering of freckles over across his nose and cheeks as he feared his beauty was fading.

It might not bring their freckles back, but he’ll be damned if MC becomes unhealthy on his watch.

Luke is also looking a bit more pallid these days.

He might have mentioned something to Lord Diavolo about MC and the angels looking overly pale these days due to the lack of sufficient sun exposure they’d normally have in their own realms. It was only coincidence that a trip was soon planned to spend some time in the sun at Lord Diavolo’s private island.

He might not say anything, but seeing MC happy and healthy is a source of Pride for him. He’ll admire from afar if they manage to get MC’s freckles back.

Mammon:

“Yo, human! Where’d all ya spots go?”

It took him a while to figure out what was changing, but being in charge of their human means he needs to notice these things!

He freaks out at first thinking it means that MC is getting sick. Even after explaining it to him, he’s a bit skeptical that it doesn’t mean that MC is unwell. He knew that humans could have spots cuz he’s seen them during his time in the Human Realm,but he never knew it was because of the sun. Now that he thinks about it now, though, it makes sense with the changes some of the brothers went through after the Fall. And the little pipsqueak angel also seems to be significantly more pale.

He internalizes this for too long before finally mentioning something to Lucifer. “Hey, maybe a trip out to that island would do them some good, yeah?”

Lucifer shot down a trip to the Human Realm just to go to the beach…but he’d see about organising a group trip to the Demon Lord’s private beach.

Asmo:

“Oh, darling, you’re looking so pale these days! Are you feeling alright??”

Asmo’s one of the first to notice the sun-kissed color of MC’s cheeks and freckles fading the longer they’re in the Demon Realm.

It reminds him of part of his own transition after the Fall.

He drags MC to his room whenever he can to make sure that they’re keeping up an acceptable skincare routine.

There’s a specialty spa he loves to go to because it has tanning booths. While normally scarce in the Demon Realm, they are popular in areas where Human Realm spa services and aesthetics are more on trend. He uses them to get just the right amount of sun-kissed glow and dainty flecks back to his skin.

He’ll suggest they go there sometime and might drop a hint that they even have tanning there, though he’d never pressure MC into using them.

If MC likes the suggestion, Asmo will want them both to make a routine of going together.

He’ll be overjoyed when MC’s cute freckles start making a return.

Asmo is one of the first to jump onboard for plans to go out to Lord Diavolo’s private island. He’ll never miss a good opportunity to get in some sunbathing (and pictures of him sunbathing for his Devilgram). He’s one of the ones sure to remember sunscreen and insist on lathering up MC - it’s not sexy to get all red and burned from too much sun!

If MC is involved with Asmo, he’ll lay sweet kisses all over them for each freckle.

Satan:

It was less that he noticed and more just that he’s aware that it’s something that happens with many humans and angels when they spend significant amounts of time staying in the Demon Realm.

Being born to the darkness of the Demon Realm, however, he did not realise the cause of the change being connected to the sun - or lack thereof.

“Ah, that’s…intriguing. I’ve never come across such a thing discussed in any of the books I’ve read about human anatomy. Is it painful to lose them?”

He scours books on skincare for humans and reads up on the effects of too much and too little sun exposure. There sadly isn’t a whole lot written on this in the Demon Realm, yet.

Satan is the one that suggests that MC maybe should be seeing a doctor regularly during their stay to ensure that their health is being properly looked after. After all, the human health books advise that routine bloodwork can signal of issues developing long before outward appearances may reflect a problem.

If MC doesn’t care of their freckles fading, then he doesn’t care, either, though the little spots remind him of the spots that some cats have. They're cute.

Diavolo:

Is genuinely very concerned when he notices MC’s “spots” fading away.

They’re the first human exchange student that he’s become close enough with to notice such a thing happening.

He knows that many humans can have all kinds of spots; some many, some few; some dark, some light.

But he didn’t know they could start fading away.

Does it mean their precious exchange student is ill??

He asks Barbatos to assist him in finding books that might provide the answer, but they don’t have much luck. It seems to be a phenomenon little reported on within the Demon Realm.

He isn’t sure how to approach it, so is just blunt about it one day when he and MC are enjoying some private time together, “I don’t mean to alarm you, MC…but I noticed that your spots don’t appear to be quite as plentiful as when you first arrived here. Have you been feeling well?”

Is relieved when he’s told that it’s a normal thing to occur due to the lack of sunlight that the Demon Realm has, but is equally upset that he’s inadvertently been the cause of this. The health of his exchange student is one of his highest priorities while they are under his care.

Even if MC is getting sufficient nutrients from their diet, Diavolo is skeptical that their freckles fading isn’t inherently a sign of bad health. He tells Lucifer that they’ll all vacation at his island over Spring Break.

Is disappointed that a few days in the sun won’t be enough to ensure that MC’s freckles will come back and not fade again. So that just means they’ll have to plan more sunny trips!

Maybe he should make a mini sun for MC.

Is skeptical that tanning beds are sufficient for the same desired effect but will confer with Asmo to find the best and safest options to explore with MC.

MC’s spots are one of his favorite features if they’re involved with the Prince. They’re one of the cute unique things that humans can have. They might be from the sun but they’re like having a face and body full of stars like the night sky. He could spend hours lying together with MC and gently tracing them.

Send me prompts~ ❤️❤️❤️

#obey me #obey me prompts #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #Complementary HC: maybe angels also don't get them and the boys freak out from gaining freckles for the first time #mrfancyfoot #community magic #obey me gender neutral mc

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tatasoom · 4 months

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PREVIEW IS PLAYING WITH US [2]

... not actually playing, but fooling SO DAMN HARD. P'Aof is going to destroy our hearts even more this time! Let me tell you secrets of episode 6!

Well, episode 5 made me so emotional invested that I still have a lot to say. However we need to move on (like Day with his feelings for August) and prepare ourselves for episode 6. I needed to rewatch all materials many times to find some evidence, because everything seemed pretty obvious (running), but when I found what I found... Fasten your seatbelts, my friends.

As we already know next episode will be about Day starting training after P'On's visit. Let me take a moment to say that I'm so happy for this man: it seems he's dating that girl from Tinder yay!!

Just one little disclaimer: this time I don't have enough material for proper timing predictions, so I just give you a bunch of random situations.

1: August visiting Day

It's Converse vs Vans, haha! We'll see August who came to visit Day. Mhok is trying to be protective, but let's be realistic he doesn't have any rights to decide whether August can come in or not. That's why August will see Day. It'll happen definitely after that P'On's invitation to enjoy running race next month. Mhok will bring Day's sneakers. Just to end up having August near again, ah...

2: Wanna have a dinner?

This is the most exciting part of the preview. They will spent this day with August, three of them with Mhok being a third wheel (I have a theory that it's P'On who invited August to join running race, don't ask me why, I will be happy to be wrong...) However later, when it's dark outside and there're just two of them again, Mhok is definitely trying to ask Day for a date. Even though they both know that there's another guy who Day have feelings for. Maybe it turned out that those feelings aren't there anymore? Interesting!

3. Happiness or sadness?

I know everyone is waiting for these scenes with sunset (or sunrise?) and Day and Mhok being extremely close to each other and Mhok placing his hands on Day's hands looking with those loving eyes like Day is the most beautiful form of sun in the sky and who even cares about those sunsets and sunrises... But there's something tricky!

First of all Mhok will give Day something like... vitamins? Or maybe it's medicine for... for what? Also it can be that pill for someone with a hangover haha.

Now you can ask me why the **** I ended such a beautiful compilation with P'Aof teaching Jimmy smoking like a pro. I also have a question: why rehearsing smoking in this clothing at night if everything was so sweet and Mhok is trying to quite smoking because of Day? Last time we've seen Mhok smoking was like... 4 episodes ago? And he didn't take that cigarette even being nervous about Day and August's date. What if something went wrong after such a wonderful scenery?..

Also I need to mention this:

So maybe after Phojai's words Mhok decided to tell Day something more?.. So many questions.

4. Turning point

They're gonna spoil us with another wholesome moment of Mhok giving Day something that makes Day shine brighter than the sun.

And then I've noticed something.

Same T-shirt. Brown hoodie from another part of this episode. Coincidence? I think this word isn't about P'Aof's style.

Yes, next episode we'll face heart wrenching scene of Day discovering he's gonna lose his vision completely. Maybe it will be the last part of the episode or even the end of it. That's why I was so afraid of writing this prediction, I just... I just don't want this scene to come, but it's already episode 6 and we have this information about 180 days after all... Huh, that's hard.

5. Bonus with Night

Do you remember this flashback scene where Day came home after discovering he's visually impaired now? Asking mom not to tell anyone what happened to him.

What we haven't seen yet is THIS:

Day thinks that Night is fooling him and everyone around. In Day's head Night is trying to take everything from his younger brother. Day's memory keeps that scene with mother, but without Night. It's time to have a look at Night's truth. Don't you think he looks extremely upset, worried, maybe feeling guilty? What happened before that car accident, Night? What did you do?

That's all for this episode. I know that there're a lot of small things like reading that "Last Twilight" book or another running training that should happen too. Let's enjoy it on Friday without thinking too much.

I also have some words for Day and Mhok developing feelings. It seems they're both not each other's type. I mean they both used to love others on their own terms.

Day likes to dress up, to look cool and it's really important for him that his crush is also looks good. Mhok don't like to be 24/7 with a person he likes and prefer showing his attraction by fixing different things. Already noticed? This time Day is developing feelings for someone he can barely see and moreover who can see Day in his worst - clumsy, dirty and even naked (okay, it's not the worst, but it's embarrassing as hell). This time Mhok fell for a person who he need to spend all his time with and he can't fix Day's eyes no matter how good technician he is.

It's hard to be in love as an adult. Sometimes it's not about love at first sight, not about same favorite songs, not about similar social status. It's a deep bonding with care and respect. And I want for Day and Mhok to be able to tell each other 'I love you' on daily basis without shame or hesitation, without fear❤️

Thank you sososo much for reading. I tried this investigation to be as short as possible, but it turned out we still have a lot of bread crumbs. Of course there's a chance I'm wrong and have crazy theories at 3 AM while writing the main part of this investigation. And what if I'm not? Friday is coming!

#last twilight the series #last twilight #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #jimmysea #mhokday #morkday

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tracksidequeen · 2 years

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Champagne Love

Summary: Toto takes you on a yacht vacation during which you find the time to really appreciate each other

Request: Friend, I just saw the photo with the Toto vibes you posted, how about an HC? Imagine that you're having a stressful week in college, and to help you relax, Toto takes you for a yacht ride... just the two of you and you start riding on his thigh 🤤

Warnings: Toto x Student!Reader, grinding, thigh riding, fingering, champagne showers, exhibitionism, voyeurism, daddy kink, sugar daddy-vibe, alcohol but all consensual…

Words: 1.8K

a/n: The banner picture depicts a women because that was the reference photo in the request, but there are no mentions of bodytype in this fic

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You stare out into the mesmerising view of the teal blue Mediterranean sea as you lay on the deck of Toto’s yacht, giving a stark contrast to the dark mahogany interior of the university library you’d been stuck in for the past weeks cramming for your finals. During that time Toto had been traveling for races, away and busy; but he always found time to check in with you. He constantly asked you for updates or if you could call, but as much as you wanted to spend every awake hour FaceTiming him, the timezone differences were excruciating and the stress you were feeling from uni proved to be more difficult than ever.

After an impromptu FaceTime call from Toto, that coincided unfortunately at the exact moment you were having a little meltdown, he had enough. He couldn’t stand being away for much longer; seeing you like that with tears in your eyes on his screen broke his heart. All he wants is for you to be happy, to spoil you and to make you feel loved. So he promised, “I will get the first plane back to Monaco after the race and we’ll have a week vacation… just you and me, with nothing to worry about”

Little did you know that ‘just you and me’ literally meant you and him.. out in the open water on his yacht, with no distractions from the outside world. Surrounded by the calming waves and the sun glistening into its motion painting the vast sea with endless sparkles, you squinted your eyes soaking up all the vitamin D your body could possibly take in and for the first time in a while you felt complete calmness in your body. No stress, no deadlines, no tearful midnight FaceTime calls. Just you and Toto with a week to enjoy on his yacht-

Where is he anyways, what is taking him so long? You think to yourself when you realise you haven’t seen him for a while.. either way, he couldn’t have gone far.

Right at that moment, with 2 glasses and a bottle of champagne in hand, Toto walks on the deck, “time for celebration Schatz!!” With an excited wiggle you sit back up on the white lounge bed, reaching out your arm to grab a glass, “this is perfect Toto, absolutely perfect.”

“You deserve the world, princess,” he avowed while filling your tall glass and his own. “Now, bottoms-up!” He lets himself fall right next to you on the lounge and you raise your glass before taking two big sips of champagne.

“If you were that thirsty you should’ve let me know, I’d given you the whole bottle straight away,” he jokes, at which you playfully roll your eyes.

Toto’s sun-kissed face glows with happiness as his lips curled up in a big smile at the sight of his beautiful girl wearing the bikini he carefully picked out and gifted you as a present to start off your vacation. He made sure there’d be very little to be left to the imagination, and you were very sure to use that against him.

With your glass of champagne in one hand you lifted yourself up on top of his lap, and parked your plump ass on his legs. Instinctively he placed his hand on your peaches and started kneading them, leaving no inch of skin untouched. Slowly you rock back and forth, rolling your sensitive nerve ends over his thigh muscle, eliciting sparks through your whole body. “That feels good, huh princess?” he says while teasingly flexing his thigh and you press down a little harder making your clit throb in anticipation. “You’ll always be my favourite seat daddy.”

He smiled content and took a sip of his ice cold champagne. Right when he gulped it down you leaned in, kissing his sweet wet lips. Skilfully his tongue entered your mouth and the frisky soft feel of his skin made you lose all awareness of your surroundings. You feel him fiddle with the strings of your bikini top behind your back and with a cheeky little smile he awaits your response.“You’re the one that got these for me, so you get the honour of taking them off.”

“That’s my girl.”

He pulled at the string and slipped the fabric off, exposing your tan-lined and heaving chest glistening in the sun. His eyes were filled with admiration as his took in the beauty before him. “Honey, you’re a goddess,” he declared matter of fact. Suddenly you feel your face get warm at his praise and you lean down to hide in the crook of his neck. “No Schatz, up, up, I need to look at you.” He paused for a second as you sat up straight again. “You’re a work of art, look at you.”

Slowly he leans in, tracing his tongue over your sensitive neck as you gulp down your last bit of champagne. His tongue bounces on your skin while you swallow but then, instantly, he pulls out. “Something’s missing,” he said while tracing his finger over your supple skin. With one arm wrapped around you, not letting you go, he reached for the open bottle of Moët and held it over your head.

“Open.”

Without hesitation you arch your head up, and he pours the bubbly liquid in your mouth, “Good girl, this won’t be all I’m filling up today.”

As you close your mouth to swallow the champagne, Toto doesn’t lift the bottle; letting the stream of liquid pour onto your skin, trickling down your neck and chest. “Whoopsie,” he said in the most insincere way.

“You known exactly what you’re doing mister,” you whine and you look down your glistening body. “I’m all wet now.”

Teasingly he slides his hand up your thigh with its final destination your sensitive apex, and he bites his lip lustfully as he traces his thumb over your nerve ends. Little eruptions of euphoria tremor through your body with every stroke of his finger. “Not what I meant, but don’t stop,” you whimper under his touch. “Please don’t.”

“You want daddy to clean you up?”

Without waiting for your response he licked the frizzling bubbles off your neck, his to tongue lapping circles on your skin while he sucked up the liquid. The palm of his hand rubbed your slippery wet breasts down to your stomach, spreading the liquid as a golden hue over your champagne soaked body glistening in the sun.

“Spread your legs a little further for me, princess,” he said as he pulled aside the fabric covering your wet core. You adjusted your position, giving him more space to play with you and his fingers traced down your body to you centre. “I want you to watch as I enter you princess.”

With your hand clutched to the nape of his neck you look down at his fingers playing and tracing your folds. He knew what he was doing, every little sensitive spot, the right pressure, at exactly the right time. Getting you ready before entering you, making you yearn for it, and at the moment you felt like bursting; that you couldn’t hold it much longer - that’s when he makes his move. Two fingers curling up, you watched them disappear into your slit, pumping in and out.

He had to power to descend you in a pile of nothingness.

The seagulls singing from afar, the rocking water beneath the boat, Toto’s slippery smooches, the squishy sound of his fingers pumping your wetness; the sweet harmonies engulfed you as you closed your eyes and arch your head back. Every sensation, every cool breeze, every soft but lustful touch between your legs brought you closer and closer to your release.

Toto was cooing praises in your ear, but you were far gone in a zone of your own that he could’ve been saying anything. The increasing speed of his fingers entering your slick pussy like no man had every before, you felt yourself climbing the waves of euphoria.

His hand slid up to your throat and you felt his silky tongue tracing up the champagne covered stretch of your throat, from your collarbone to the bottom of your chin. His fingers thrusting in and out curled upwards as he increased the pressure, his thumb circling your clit, you felt like you were about to rupture. Violently your walls contracted around his fingers,

“I want to see your sweet face while you cum for me princess, look at me.”

Your eyes catch his, and with toiling effort you maintain eye contact. Your loins were on fire and the moment he entered his fingers a little deeper, a little faster, a little harder, you felt yourself explode around him. Every muscle in your body tensed up as you sharply breath in the sweet Mediterranean air. Moans and whines echoed over the sea as your slick honey covered his hand while he continued to pump you at a decreasing speed to let you ride off your high.

Softly you rock your sore pussy on his thigh with his fingers still inside you, trying to catch your breath you kiss him desperately, “keep it like this, please daddy.”

“5 more minutes to calm down, then I’m bending you over the railing. Whether you’re ready or not.”

To be continued...

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minty-drop · 11 days

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How long had it been now?….

Weeks since the king had fallen, arising a new, sinister and corrupted monarch that millions of lives were lost to. A monster, the devil from the sky. Awoken to rain hell on earth with sizzling lighting and fire. The large beast, each head screeching in the midst of the eye of the storm. Made home of Isla de Mara with a hurricane in each ever waking moment.

How have you survived this long?…

Coincidence? Luck? You don’t know anymore. All you knew was to hide. Hide from everything deemed a threat. To survive as long as you can until maybe. Maybe you can get out of this sick reality.

Glass crunched under your shoes, covering the floor of the local but quite small grocery store in the now deserted village.

Keep you head up, don’t look around. Just get to where you need to go.

You told yourself that when you stepped in the thick, dark red liquid beneath you.

Slinging the bag off your shoulder onto a near by cash register, it was deathly quiet. Every movement was calculated and smooth like butter. You don’t want to risk being heard. You don’t know if the beast even could hear you, but you weren’t taking the risk.

Shelf after shelf was filled with spoiled food until you made your way to the non perishables. You weren’t surprised when you seen half of it already gone. This was the store you did raid ever week to grab supplies. There weren’t many opinions to begin with less there being half of it gone. But in times like this. Food was good no matter the variety.

Grabbing some boxes and cans in your hands, thunder could be heard crackling behind you.

Your bag was ripped and torn in some places, missing buttons and seems coming loose. But it did the job for now. So you didn’t care either way. Snagging a lighter from beside the cash register where the box layed, you’d need this for later to start a fire in the make shift shelter you had built in a near by building. There you could start a fire to warm yourself up and lull to sleep.

Rumbling, like a earth quake. The familiar roar rang through your ears. Except it was much….closer.

He shouldn’t be back by now..why did he suddenly come back? They usually stays in the sky’s for much long than this.

He shouldn’t..fuck.

How are you gonna get back? He could see you if you step out of this building for god sakes! You’ve been able to evade him for weeks. So why now of all times. Had they decided to change there usual?

It was quiet. To quiet. Why was he so quiet?

If he found you. You don’t know what they’d do. You had gotten away from him once. You could do it again. Right?

It was unusual for him to act like that. How he did weeks ago when they had taken you. For some odd..fucked up reason. Just to watch you moron and cry. A sadistic killer. Why did he keep you alive in the first place? You don’t know. You think they found it amusing how much you begged them to let you go, how you trembled in fear when ever he roared or stared at you. How you’d back away each time he got closer to observe you.

And escaping from them had only made him enraged, causing the storm above to whirl and spread.

Ghidorah had ripped half the island apart to find you.

Lucky you knew some tricks to sneaking around and hiding from them.

But that wasn’t enough to keep him away

So you resorted to limiting your time outside, even with the lack of vitamin d, not like you could get any with the heavy clouds looming above you. But it’s the thought that counted. It was unusually cold when you suck out the back door. It wasn’t the first time it was this cold. Not was it the first time you had ventured out the back instead of the front due to situations similar to this.

The alley was dark, darker then it should be

Or maybe that was your anxiety

It was like writing on the back of your hand at this point, each corner and turn looking familiar.

And once you arrived a sigh of relief had passed through you. Along with a hot breeze….

And a snort, almost like a laugh.

How. How did you not notice. Better question.

How long has he know where you are

You slowly turn around, greater with the three heads of the one who is many.

Ghidorah

The left head was huffing, much like a laugh but more..forced but still held genuine amusement in it. The right looked confused, happy and hurt. You could quite understand the right head’s expression. And the middle head…he was..neutral?

This was a game to them

And they won

It’s only right to get a prize

#short story #prompt #story ideas #king ghidorah #ghidorah the three headed monster #ghidorah x reader #x reader #platonic #angst platonic #encounter #m x a

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bomberqueen17 · 1 year

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stuff

well, covid is thusfar just a mild sore throat. i would not have tested except that i had been so uncomfortable in that crowded bar with no masks anywhere on saturday night. to be perfectly clear, i was not wearing a mask either. i was drinking a beer and i was tired and i realized that i'd be stuck there so long that taking the mask off to drink and putting it back on again would be pointless, going without a drink would make the entire experience miserable, and if i wanted to talk to my companion, he'd need to read my lips because it was loud in there, and i just thought, well, this is it. and i was right; that's how i got covid. so if you can keep your masks on like i had been doing for the previous almost three years, you might just make it, though i'm hearing from other people that they're finally getting it now too, it's just too omnipresent.

however, it does also seem to have become less severe. so far, for me, it is, anyway. i genuinely would not have bothered with testing, over this; my temperature is stubbornly 97.5 degrees, normal for me, and i have no other symptoms. which is awesome i am not complaining. i'm just worried that the mild throat congestion will do what colds like this always used to do to me, and go down into my chest and become bronchitis. i really really don't need covid bronchitis thanks. so i'm taking dextromethorphan and guaifenisin and drinking hot tea and taking vitamins and i do plan to try to rest, i just haven't so far.

anyway.

i'm occupying myself in textile projects, as one does. pictures behind cut. yes sorry i know dreamwidth, the cuts don't work. i'm also told the polls come through looking absolutely bonkers, so congrats and i hope you enjoy the aesthetic of it. i would like to come up with a good way to make it more obvious what's an original post by me and what's a reblog but the tags don't consistently work and i can't think of any other way to do it, but i mean, this has been a years-long project, so. sorry.

anyway pictures:

firstly, i inkle-wove a hatband of Dude's own design for a hat he bought in Cartagena. He plans to secure it with an amber brooch. He has great taste. He needs to wear hats more.

[image description: an inkle-woven band in progress, warped on an inkle loom; it's about 1.75" wide, and is a gradient of stripes in red, burgundy, and orange.]

I got a book about inkle pattern drafts and such so he studied that and came up with this, which is an objectively cool design I fully intend to copy in blues and greens next. I also should do it in pink, purple, and blue because of my next project.

I continue to enjoy the Cashmerette pattern club, and the latest design was a puffer vest. I remembered that I have a garbage bag full of wool garments, unpicked-- someone painstakingly unpicked a bunch of really nice wool ladies' garments (I'm assuming, from the size and colors), laundered and ironed the fabric, and then it got donated to the quilting club Dude's mom is in, and she was like we... don't... quilt in wool, and gave them to me and I've sat on them for years trying to think of The Perfect Thing and lo, it's this. A puffer vest? Of nice formalwear wool? Heck yes. And by coincidence, the center front fit on a pair of unpicked vivid-navy trousers, and then the side seams with the big princess shoulder scoops fit on a deep purple former skirt, and then the back fit nicely with some sort of off-center but straight at least seams onto a large magenta skirt, so I have an accidental bi pride vest. And I'm going to stuff it with some carded wool, from the fleece I roadside-scavenged in 2017 or whenever that was; I have a bunch scoured but it's not ideal for a beginner to hand-spin, and now i have a whole new fleece to hand-spin, so i might as well card this into batts?

Anyway here's the experimental section I'm doing, which I plan to launder to see whether I get bearding or felting. (I backed the wool with some thin silk habotai, to prevent the carded wool from poking through.) I wasn't sure what to make with the finished item but Chita has claimed it, so I'll see if she wants it as a bed.

[image dscription: a gray cat sits on a square of pieced wool fabric in shades of purple, pink, and blue, with safety pins holding it together; one corner shows fluffy undyed wool fibers poking out where I haven't quilted it down yet.]

Not the finest quilting work but it's a rough draft and anyway it's got charm.

i'm hand-quilting most of it but i do intend to do the binding by machine and also do a little bit of machine quilting because i need to determine whether i can machine-quilt this vest or if i want to do it by hand. my hand quilting is sorrrrt of terrible, is the thing, but then so is my machine quilting, and this is going to be janky anyway, so i have to figure out if i lean into that or if i try to do better. It's an artistic process, y'know??

#about the author #me #covid-19 #who even knows #b sews things

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Chapter 6 of Harrow the Ninth

Mercy seems like a very high-strung person. Completely disabling Harrow seems like it was probably unnecessary - I wonder if Ianthe gave her some kind of trouble or something, or if Mercy is just used to everyone giving her trouble, or is just very easily upset such that it seems to her that everyone is constantly giving her trouble, or maybe everyone just gives her trouble because she is ridiculous

Ortus's eyes are described as "dark" in the Parodos, so presumably this is the eye color that Harrow thinks is relevant to her right now.

A number of questions here: 1) Do they measure age in something other than years in some contexts? That might make sense when everyone lives on planets that don't have 365-day years, actually. I'm reminded of Embassytown, where the main character measures her age in hours, although that sounds hellish to keep track of. 2) Why does the Body tell her to lie? Mercy is extremely unlikely to know about the 200 children, given that she doesn't spend much time in the main solar system anyway and doesn't seem to know much of anything about Harrow right now. Or, would she have known something about Gideon's mom crashlanding on Pluto, and Harrow having been born not that long after that would be considered significant? Also, I don't think Gideon has a reason to say this, so the Body probably isn't Gideon's ghost. She has Gideon's eye color, but there's probably some reason that Gideon has that eye color, like that she inherited it from her mom, maybe. Is the Body Gideon's mom's ghost? I think we were given to understand that that ghost fucked off a long time ago and couldn't be reached for comment. Or maybe that color eyes just means something Significant in this universe and that's why both Gideon and whoever this is have this eye color? 3) Do people sometimes count age starting from conception in this universe? I guess if you have the ability to know exactly when that is and have good enough medical science to mostly guarantee a safe birth that might be a thing. 4) Why is Mercy relieved? Is it just because she thinks Harrow is 15 instead of 14 and 3 months, because that would not make me feel that much better, personally, or because she thinks that Harrow's birth didn't coincide with Gideon's mom crashlanding on Pluto or something? Harrow's birth coinciding the Gideon's mom appearing on Pluto might indicate to Mercy that Harrow might actually be Gideon-who-was-adopted-by-Harrow's-parents, so maybe she's just relieved that Harrow isn't Gideon. If that's the case she doesn't seem to suspect that Gideon might have been the cavalier, since she didn't ask about Harrow's cavalier's age

I wonder if the Emperor thinks that Harrow might be special in some way, possibly due to Harrow maybe being Gideon?

I'm glad that someone is having a normal reaction to people who are 13-18 years old being sent to the Lyctor trial, although it seems like she's mostly unhappy about having to work with teenagers and not necessarily the forcing teenagers to kill and eat their cavaliers angle. Although, Ianthe is 21, and I don't think she has a reason to lie about that. That's young, but it's not "pubescent"

And lmao at Mercy literally saying "hiss"

Referring to the second-person narrator by a regular non-proper noun is just weird, yo. The narrative also uses the third person possessive pronoun "her" for this one sentence, and then promptly goes back to "you". Please pick a POV style and stick with it for at least the entire paragraph

Is the primary thing the Ninth House needs to import lightbulb filaments and vitamin supplements? Yes, yes, I get it, it's dark and not very full of nutritious food, but aren't there a lot of other more critical things that they would need to import, like, you know, actual food, which is not going to be made up for by vitamin supplements, and water, and probably a bunch of technology that's doing things like creating breathable air and heating and so forth? And the mayonnaise, which is clearly something Gideon knew about, who was responsible for importing the mayonnaise?

This is funny to me, because I made the mistake of saying "chop-chop" once as a teenager, and my best friend never let me live it down

So why does this not require a thanergy source?

I didn't comment on it before, but animaphilia looks like it means soul+philia, but clearly the Third House wouldn't want to be known for doing the same kind of soul magic as the Eighth House, so I'm not sure what kind of necromancy is meant by "animaphilia". Also, we learned in the last book that Ianthe isn't really an animaphiliac, that was just what she pretended to be when she was also pretending that her sister was a necomancer too. So, either Mercy is really up-to-date with what the Third House is saying about its heirs, which seems unlikely, or every Third House necromancy does animaphilia, or Ianthe is continuing to lie about her specialty

Also, is physical attractiveness like, an important part of being a Lyctor, or maybe just an important part of being Mercy's coworker?

And Ianthe's relationship with her mom doesn't sound great

I think if Ianthe manages to persist as a Lyctor for another 10,000 years she might just become Mercy 2.0

Why did the Emperor stay on the Erebos for 80 years? It didn't take 80 years to send the letters and wait for the Lyctor trial to finish. If we believe the timestamps given on the first two sections of this book, it took less than five months from the letters being sent to the completion of the trial. He spent 80 years here, and suddenly there isn't time to wait for Harrow to recover all the way before leaving. Some of that rush might just be Mercy, but he also told Harrow that he was short on time himself

I'm curious what entity the Empire is fighting that they lost 18 thousand soldiers and three ships to. Not a Resurrection Beast, probably

Is getting a runny nose because you eat spicy things actually a thing? Like honestly practically whenever I eat anything of any description that's more substantial than a light snack I get a sneezing fit that's like a minor allergy attack and I've seen and heard people say, oh, that's because of spicy food but no???? it's not??? literally everything I eat has this effect, and no I don't have any allergies other than penicillin, I got extensively tested for them as a child because I was constantly sneezing and had a runny nose all the time. So I feel like this reaction is not caused by spicy food and this take might be bullshit, personally, and it seems like the same kind "flavorful food is bad actually" discourse that gave us stuff like graham crackers and Kellogg's cereal

Anyway

Here is the narrative again criticizing Harrow's internal monologue

So the Emperor told someone to go make static noises at Mercy and so she physically came to the Erebos to retrieve the Emperor and actually got her way because the Emperor didn't want to fight with her in public, and she's also having a very long fight with Augustine. Is the third Lyctor, the one whose name might be Gideon, the one who passes notes between the three of them because they can't stand each other? But no, because she "can't even confirm the third is alive". In the prologue, it said that "five sets of eyes closed" or something to that effect, so I figured that must be the five Lyctors, including Ortus/Gideon, but did it actually refer to the other four plus the Emperor? And for some reason, the Emperor doesn't want Harrow and Ianthe to know what Ortus/Gideon is actually doing

So this is whatever it was that was keeping him there for 80 years. "Nearly twenty years" is approximately the amount of time it's been since Gideon's mom crashlanded on Pluto, just as a point of reference

Here, Harrow doesn't know the word "pommel", but the narrator does. The narrator knows technical things about both necromancy and swords, while Harrow only knows about necromancy because she removed Gideon. Given that the narrator knows about both necromancy and swords, that sort of indicates that they are a Lyctor, and the only Lyctor who would recognize Naberius's offhand weapon is Ianthe. Is Ianthe stealth-narrating this story? If so, she isn't referring to herself in the first person, the way that Dirk was when he started narrating the Meat Epilogue

So that's what a stele looks like, and it's something that goes on a ship. What's interesting to me here is that this is the first ever mention in this series of there being dead languages, or even more than one language, in this world that's spread out over nine planets and a space station full of Lyctors that haven't been back to the solar system in a very long time and that has lasted for 10,000 years. What are the dead languages? How many of them are there? What is the distribution and history of speech communities in this world? Are there at least dialectal differences between the different planets? Are we ever going to find out? I'm going to guess probably not. We have Abigail as a world-renowned historian researching shit from 9000+ years ago and not a single mention or implication that any languages other than the one that everyone is speaking here in the year 10,000 are involved in that, until now, and I'm guessing this will probably be the last mention of that, dead languages are just mystical shit that make steles work, that's the only relevance they have

Also, steles apparently have to "hook up to" obelisks, which are presumably out in space somewhere, like necromantic cell phone towers I guess

I know this is a metaphor, but I've very skeptical of this. Let's math it. The earth's circumference is only 24,901 miles. Assuming you were only travelling eight hours a day, you only have to be travelling at an average speed of 8.5 miles per hour in order to get entirely around the whole earth in a year, you could do it in a 17th century tallship, except that the tallship can actually be sailing 24/7 so realistically it would be about three times faster. But ok, let's say you're power-walking or something and are travelling at 4.26 miles per hour for eight hours a day to get to the exact opposite end of the earth in a whole year, and you're somehow able to do this in spite of all the oceans being the way. How much faster would it be to travel at the same speed directly through the center of the earth instead? The diameter of the earth is 7,917.5 miles, at 4.26 miles per hour that's still approximately 1858.6 total hours of travelling, whereas, if you power-walked over the surface, that's a total of 2922.7 hours, which is only like 50% more walking. You're definitely not going to get there in a hour unless you can go through the center of the earth at thirteen or fourteen times the speed of an airplane, and if you can do that, you can travel the same distance overland in just a bit over 3 hours

So I think this is a bad metaphor to explain River travel

Very curious which Lyctors these were

You know, I might have to take back my statement that Ianthe is less irritating than Draco

Also, Ianthe is a flesh magician, and one of the weird POV breaks here was the narrative chiding Harrow for hating on flesh magicians

Now Harrow is surprised by what she actually says. Does this mean something? I can't think what

Ok, so this is why we can't have a bunch of regular necromancers hanging out with the Lyctors and siphoning their power

Was this meant to be the challenge where they fought the construct at the beginning of Gideon the Ninth? Because I'm very sure that was Lab Two, and if it's to do with Pyrrha, she's listed as the Second House cavalier at the beginning of this book, so it should indeed be Lab Two

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

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