#vi draws; crows

[vi-visected]

a gathering, a murder

#original art #digital art #crow #crows #corvids #my art #vi draws; original #surprise i finished all six #vi draws; crows

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 6

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

propaganda under the cut

Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows)

No Propaganda

Crowley (Good Omens)

"He's gender. He's been in love with one guy for literally 6000 years and then royally fucks up his entire confession. He yells at his plants. He drapes himself over every fucking surface he sits on. He walks like *that*. He just fuckin makes sounds sometimes. He's me fr."

Dave Strider (Homestuck)

"everything that can be said about Dave's relatability will probably sound redundant, clichéd, or overdone if you are at all familiar with tumblrs sort of blorbo culture. this is exactly why he should be in this tournament.

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before: he hides his genuine emotions behind a persona, deflects sincerity with jokes, but also has a deep desire for validation and connection, so that his persona has many cracks where little bits of his true self slip through. deeply insecure, compares himself to others. a defeatist streak, avoids responsibility. does not wish to be troubled by The Horrors. he just wants to hang out and do his lil creative hobbies (making music and drawing comics). talks a lot to the point of being pretty awkward, rambling, and accidentally saying stuff he shouldnt.

all these things I think tend to resonate deeply with a lot of people, especially on Tumblr - that "person who is insecure and struggles with emotional openness so copes by making jokes" sort of trope, it's just like kin bait (affectionate). he also has a complicated relationship with gender which I know many find relatable (shout out to the "Dave homestuck was my trans awakening" homies) but whether it's about figuring out gender or sexuality or trauma or the apocalypse or anything else, Dave comes at it with an initial, learned, fear and reluctance that I think a lot of people have experienced, because it's very human and very much a part of many readers experiences (we live in a society). but he's always good, and likeable and that makes for a very important sort of relatable character. very comforting. even if he's a mess and he's an idiot you can believe he can get to something better, and you can watch him develop and grow.

also, I think he's extremely relatable because he never really knows what's going on in the comic either. I mean, that's gonna be relatable to most people Vis a vis homestuck. he's confused and he just wants to vibe and make his friends laugh. WHO AMONG US cannot relate?? I do not believe you if you say no.

I wrote too much and got way too weird about it. I'm sorry it's late I'd edit down but I really don't have the brain capacity.. which is very Dave core of me actually"

Junior (Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race)

"i relate to him a lot because his whole character is being embarrassed of his dad who tries too hard to be cool, but still loves him anyways. that is literally me"

Kim Dokja (Omnicient Reader's Viewpoint)

"kim dokja. oh kim dokja. so, without going into spoilers too much, kim dokja is very much a character you are expected to relate to and it makes the novel DEVASTATING. here's just a few things about him: - he is obsessed with a particular piece of media, and finds comfort in it when real life doesn't give him any. he's constantly thinking about it and defending it and trying to recommend it to other people (even though no one else bothers reading it, because it is an objectively bad 3000-chapter webnovel). even beyond that one novel, he's been using fiction as an escape for just about his entire life, something that rings true for a lot of people, especially in the modern world. - he struggles with socializing with other people. the first chapter alone gave me so much second hand embarrassment. it's so real but god it's So bad. he has zero friends and has that sort of loneliness where you're miserable but you can't really bring yourself to feel anything but resigned to it. in general he is just very Resigned to his unfortunate life and can't fully understand or accept it when it finally does get better - he has a complicated relationship with his mother. it's the kind of relationship where the parent genuinely does love their child, but they fail to give them what they need & have to accept that they hurt their kid and that they cannot be the most important person in their life. it's certainly not a universal experience but those sorts of parent-child relationships are woefully common but scarcely acknowledged -the insecurity. god there is so much insecurity in that man. it's hard to even completely tell it's there at first, because it's so ingrained in how he thinks that you don't question it until you know more about his character and suddenly it's all too apparent. he cannot believe that he can be loved (or, if that he can be, that they certainly would not be able to love all of him, only what he chooses to show them), and is selfless but like. the literal meaning of the word, where he will throw away all of his being for the people he loves. in general there is a lot of sacrifice as a love language which like. while i'm not off around throwing myself in front of magic death beams for people or anything i sure would give up everything i could if it meant helping the people i love - ok enough of that. here's some funny things i can relate to. the guy meets his favorite fictional blorbo and instead of worshipping him instead he bullies him constantly and internally complains about how unbearable he is both in the book and in real life. it's like a "i love my blorbo. i would not last 2 seconds in a room with him." You know. he gets so caught up in his fanon characterizations and biases about characters that he completely mischaracterizes them like constantly. he literally kills a guy half because he was his least favorite character. -this is a poll about blorbo relatability. therefore i must mention that kim dokja too related to his blorbo (or at least attempted to) and what is more relatable than that. anyways. kdj made me realize far too much about myself and is by far the most i have ever related to a character (and i Hate it). and tumblr would definitely relate to him too so :thumbs-up:"

"(SPOILERS) He is literally all of us. Reader. Just some guy. And then insane tragic backstory. But he’s also just some guy. He’s special and also just a guy. He’s also god. He can be shipped w anyone. He has versatility and interests and motivations. He also never tells anyone anything ever. He is so me."

"He reads a trashy, long-ass novel as a coping mechanism and doesn't think he's capable of being loved. Bro dissociates when he's emoting too much."

"I'm a homestuck fan, a Dave Strider fan even Never heard of Omnicient Reader's before Voted for the kim fellow because judging by the propaganda it looks like he himself would be a homestuck reader therefore making him more relatable than the homsetuck character himself"

"This guy’s been my companion since I was 11, I’ve grown up with Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and I think that’s pretty funny since he grew up with Ways of Survival (the 3149 chapter novel) and therefore I’m straight up mirroring him. I, too, scare everyone off by being too enthusiastic whenever the webnovel is brought up! His insecurities are severe but I do see myself in some parts of him (which is worrying but whatever.) He is absolutely The Guy Ever. Utterly pathetic wet cat of a man. I love him. He represents the crazy fandom tumblrina in all of us."

Donutella (Tokidoki)

"she's made of donuts basically like me at this point"

#tumblr tournament #tumblr polls #character bracket #character tournament #preliminaries #jesper fahey #six of crows #crowley #good omens #dave strider #homestuck #junior total drama #total drama #the ridonculous race #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #donutella #tokidoki

[twola]

Seven Deadly Sins - VI

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)

Sloth: disinclination to action or labor.

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A rooster crows distantly, its call reverberating through the valley as the sun rises in pink-purple hues.

Strawberry is a sleepy town, quiet in its solitude and tranquility in the mountains. The Welcome Center looms large in the center of town, providing rooms to weary travelers and vacationers alike.

Or recovering outlaws.

In a room upstairs, dirty boots are scattered on the wooden floorboards, mud caked on their soles near the door.

A shotgun lies propped against the fireplace, which has long gone cold from the night.

A gun belt is slung over a nightstand, gleaming revolvers tucked into the leather holsters.

Various items of clothing are scattered throughout the room, a bloodstained shirt hung over the mirror, a pair of pants in a pile on the floor. A blouse, also covered in blood, strewn haphazardly over a chair.

A chemise on the floor.

Arthur Morgan awakens with the morning light, blinking as his eyes get used to the room. For the first time in a very long time, he wakes up rested in a large bed.

He wipes down his face with his free hand, working his jaw slightly as he stares at the ceiling, mind at work already on the job he had been putting off.

A soft sound draws him back. The warmth of skin on skin lulls him into a sense of security. You’re tucked into his embrace, possessive in your sleep, not allowing him to get up.

Arthur draws lazy circles on your lower back, barely touching your skin, as you continue to doze against him. Curled against his body, your head is pillowed on his chest, your hand resting gently on his ribcage. 

He could stay here forever. You’re both stripped of everything, skin salty with dried sweat from overnight. Laying tangled up in each other in a bed, nude and satiated, a luxury that you hadn’t been able to have yet.

The sheet is balled up by his feet, but he’s warm enough in the room with you pressed against him, his arm wrapped around your frame. 

Arthur peers down at your temple, shrouded by your loose hair, and very softly moves his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ears, inspecting the wound he cleaned last night. The skin is red and irritated, but dry. His hand moves down again to rest on the curve of your hip, as he closes his eyes to sleep again.

-

Arthur tosses an extra coin at the bewildered attendant as the young man looks the two of you up and down.

You could hardly blame his shock, this poor boy, the overnight attendant in the sleepy Welcome Center.

You’re both covered in blood.

His shirt, normally blue and usually dirty, is stained nearly black up the sleeves as if he were skinning a wolf. Dried blood cakes the side of your face, dripping down from the wound on your temple. Arthur snatches the key from the desk and mutters a quick thanks before placing his hand on your lower back and urging you up the stairs. His brown leather jacket is pulled over your shoulders, and you grasp it tighter to yourself as you slowly make your way up the stairs. 

He unlocks the door and pushes into the room, letting you step in before closing it behind him. You let the jacket fall from your shoulders and toss it over a side table, stepping toward the large mirror to inspect the damage to your person.

“Lemme see your head.” 

You scowl into the reflection, making eye contact with Arthur behind you as he pulls his hat from his head, tossing it over his jacket on the table.

“ ‘M fine.” Your eyes return to the reflection, your fingers moving toward the gash at your hairline. You wince as you touch it gingerly.

“Come here, woman.” Arthur’s voice is low, and you can tell, he’s not politely asking.

“Ain’t yours to order around, Arthur.” You snidely retort, still aggravated from earlier in the night.

His eyebrows furrow, nostrils flaring as he turns around, walking with heavy steps toward a side table where a pitcher and bowl of water rest. He dips one of the white cloths folded on the table into the water and wrings it out gently before stepping back toward you.

"Knock it off.” You push his hand away as he reaches toward your head, and he returns your scowl.

“Stop fussin’. Let me clean y’ up.” Arthur pushes his hand back toward your head, and again, you bat it away.

“Don’t-”

“Look, if y’ want to fight me, fine, but I’m warnin’ you, pretty sure I can hold you down just fine.” Arthur overrules you, grabbing your hand with his free one, holding it down as he presses the damp cloth to your cheek.

You simmer, chastened, and allow him to gently wipe the crusted blood from the side of your face.

“No, you ain’t mine to order around. Knowing you, you’ll never be anyone’s to order around.”

His other hand lets your wrist go and moves up, up to gently tug at your chin, forcing you to look at him, “But I do want y’ to be mine.”

Your eyes dart downward as he presses the cloth to your cheek again. “My cunt’s already yours.” You mumble.

His finger nudges under your chin, making you catch his eyes again.

“That ain’t what I want.”

You raise your eyebrow, he gently pulls your hair back to look at the cut that produced all of the blood. Pressing the damp cloth to it, he pulls it back and inspects it, pleased when it does not come back bloodstained.

“Well,” he coughs lightly, clearing his throat, “That ain’t all I want.”

“Then what do you want?” You ask, voice low enough that it’s nearly a whisper.

He presses his lips, rough and chapped, against your forehead. 

“Wanna sit ‘round the fire with you on my knee.”

His lips move to your brow bone. One of his hands grasps your skirt at your waist and the fabric bunches between his fingers.

“Wanna be able to kiss you whenever the hell I want.”

He leans down and presses his lips to yours, hard, and needy, and his beard scratches against the skin of your chin. Arthur’s hands move lower, lower, and clenches on your rear roughly. You yelp as your hands fly to his chest to steady yourself.

“Wanna be able to touch you whenever the hell I want.”

His hands move up your back, and he’s unlacing the ties of your skirt at your waist. The heavy cotton falls to the floor. You can’t do anything but stare into the deep blue of his eyes, ensnared by the rough timbre of his voice.

“Don’t want to hide you anymore.”

You let him unbutton your blouse, and shrug your shoulders to help him peel it down your arms, and it too joins your skirt piled on the floor. Callused fingers dust up your arms to the straps of your chemise, all that hides you from him.

“Want you in my bed every night.”

Your chemise flutters to the floor. You are bare in the dim light of the room. Your breath hitches as he moves his lips to yours, and he nips at your bottom one.

“ ‘Nd I wanna wake up with you naked in my arms every mornin’.”

You moan, unabashedly, and throw your arms around his neck, pressing your mouth to his and your tongue presses against the seam of his lips.

“Arthur,” you gasp into his mouth as his arms wrap around your back, “Take me to bed.”

He grunts in approval, his large hands move over your hips and rear to the backs of your thighs, and he heaves you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as you whine into the warm skin of his neck. It feels so unlike your first impassioned rendezvous, outside of Clemens Point weeks and weeks ago.

He carries you, sure-footed and strong, to the bed, and gently lies you down on the soft mattress, your arms and legs unwind from him and he presses his mouth to yours again as he leans over you.

Arthur’s hands move back to his body, and he’s furiously pushing the buttons of his shirt through their eyelets. He pulls his suspenders down and they swing loosely near his hips as he unbuttons his pants. He shucks the clothes from his body and lets them crumple on the floor as he climbs on top of you in the bed.

You open your legs as he slots his hips between them, pressing against you as he places his elbows on either side of your head, bracketing you securely beneath him.

His cock parts your folds, and with a roll of hips, his shaft fits snugly along the length of the seam of your body. He kisses you, tongue dancing in your mouth against your own, and gently thrusts his hips back and forth, his cockhead rubbing against your clit. 

You moan into his mouth, your arms slung round his neck, and meet his thrusts with the rolling of your hips. After several moments, his shaft is coated in your slick, and he moans back at you before drawing himself up on his knees.

With one hand, he grasps the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before he looks back at you, spread beneath him, open and wet and waiting to be filled.

“Do you wanna be mine, sweet girl?”

You sit up to lean on your elbows, and he leans over you, one hand back to the bed to keep him upright. 

“I’m already yours, Arthur,” you smile before reaching up to kiss him, “Just was hopin’ you’d ask.”

Arthur rolls his hips once more, catching your entrance with the weeping head of his cock, he slowly, gently presses inside.

He keeps his eyes trained on yours, and his mouth falls open with each passing inch of himself that he slides into your warmth. A flighty moan escapes your mouth as he seats himself fully within you, and he has to close his eyes to the feeling.

“God, woman, I always wanna be inside you.” He grits out, lowering himself to his elbows as you wrap your open legs around his hips.

“Good thing ‘m yours then, 'cause you can be inside me whenever you want.” You smile as you catch his jaw with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Shouldn’t say that, how am I gonna get any work done if I’m always in ya?” He rolls his hips slowly, and gently, and you murmur a soft sound of delight.

“Mm- Arthur-” You moan out as he presses slowly back into you, and you can feel the ghost of his smile against your temple.

“Always wanna hear you say my name like that.” He whispers, and when he draws his cock back, he presses forward faster, harder, and you’re beyond the point of continuing the conversation.

Frankly, he is past that point as well, and the room is filled with the cacophony of sex - the slap of skin on skin, the whine of the bed frame as he presses you into the mattress. The high mewls from your throat and the low groans from his.

The careening of the human body toward its ultimate pleasure: La petit mort, the French call it. Or whatever the hell Chatenay said in Saint Denis.

Hands everywhere, hips rolling against each other. Sweet nothings whispered in ears and names gasped in cloying breaths. 

It’s different, this time, he knows. You know. It’s not the frantic, hurried dalliances you usually share. It’s a slower, fuller rhythm that he grinds you into the mattress. Your hips rock against his every stroke, and he pulls his cock nearly out of you before pushing all the way back in.

Your orgasm surprises you, cresting the wave as Arthur continues to thrust slowly into you, his rasping voice in your ear as you whine out your pleasure.

He stills, sliding his hips against yours as far as they can go. His breath hitches as you feel his cock twitch, and he floods your cunt with his warm spend. The feeling sends you over the edge as well, and your nails dig lines into his back as your hips seize in pleasure.

You both come down from your highs, entangled in limbs and skin and refusing to break the connection between you. Arthur is draped over you, his elbows and knees keeping the bulk of his weight off of you.

His lips touch your forehead gently as you unwind your legs from crossing over his hips, letting them fall open on either side of him.

One of your hands moves to cup his cheek, and with that crooked smile you find yourself falling in love with, he leans down and opens his lips to yours. For a moment- actually- many moments, you kiss, safe and secure underneath him, in this bed in a low-lit room in the middle of the night.

His cock remains buried within you, and neither one of you is eager to lose that connection.

-

Sunlight pours in through the linen curtains, the morning light finally causes you to wake. You stretch, arching your back as you awaken, pushing your front against the solid form of Arthur next to you.

“Mmph.” You moan into his skin, waking yourself up little by little.

Arthur presses his lips against the crown of your head as your fingers press against his sternum, “Mornin’ there, sunshine.”

“Mornin’ cowboy.” You lean into him happily.

“Whatcha doin’ there?” Arthur says with a sly drawl as your fingers dust through the wiry hair of his chest.

“Just admiring the scenery.” You reply, as your hand moves down over his belly, down the hard line of his muscles toward where his hips narrow.

Your fingers weave through the coarse curls above his pelvis, pressing against the skin underneath, not moving any further downwards, not touching his straining cock as it hardens, so close, but yet so far away for him.

“Look at you, gettin’ so excited and I’m not even touching your cock.”

He grunts in response, his hips flexing upward as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly. His right hand clenches the sheet of the bed for dear life, his left grasping the globe of your rear hard enough to leave a mark.

“Mm, what do you want, sweetheart?” You purr, enjoying thoroughly the control you have over this situation, “You want my little fingers around all of this?”

“Darlin’- please-” he groans, a look of pure desperation on his face.

You continue to card through his pubic hair, but press your whole body against him, your lips hovering next to his ear.

“Say it again,” you whisper.

“ Mmph-” he grunts, his hips straining upward, “Say what-”

“Call me darlin’.”

He turns his head towards you and presses his lips against yours as he groans. As he pulls back slightly, his eyes flutter open. 

“ Darlin’ ,” he breathes, “ My darlin’ girl-”

His words melt into a needy sound as your fingers finally wrap around his cock. 

“That’s it, c’mon sweetheart…” you whisper in his ear as you twist your hand slightly as you pump his considerable length. Your hips rock in a little bucking movement against him, and each sound you’re able to wrench from the mountain of this man going straight to your core.

“Lemme… lemme-” he reaches his free hand toward your hip, your aching cunt his obvious destination.

“Nu-uh.” You whisper, stroking him faster, and a grunt tumbles out of his mouth when he can’t finish his sentence.

You lean over him, slotting one of your legs over his thigh, and gently press your lips to his cheek before moving down toward his ear.

“I want you to come for me.” You whisper as you roll your hips against his thigh, and squeeze tighter around his straining cock.

His eyes shut tightly as his hips buck into your touch, “Darl- fuck - I’m comin’, I’m comin’ ”, he grits into your ear and your fingers are covered in thick spend as he does just that.

Arthur is gasping, breathless, as you slowly stroke his cock through the end of his orgasm. It takes him a moment to open his eyes again, but he slowly does, turning his head toward you as his breathing slows.

“Jesus, sweet thing. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

You smile, tucking your hair behind your ear as you sit up, taking in his sated form, reclined on the bed. He looks happy. He looks calm. The workhorse of this gang, always moving, always working, always stealing and robbing and shooting. For once, he looks like the weight of the world was not on his shoulders.  The crow’s feet at the edges of his eyes seem not to look as severe.

He runs his hands through his hair, pushing the ends of it from his forehead. His eyes trail from your hand, covered in his milky spend, back down to his cock, softening and also covered in his spend. He frowns and scrunches his nose as you laugh, moving off the bed and over toward the pitcher of water. You pour water into the bowl, and take a fresh towel, wetting it before wiping your hand clean. Dipping the cloth back into the bowl and wringing it out, you toss it at Arthur, who catches it to start cleaning himself.

“We should probably get up and back to camp.” You start to gather your unbound hair over your shoulder, trying to tame it from the muss of sex and sleep.

“Paid for the room another day.”

“Oh really? That’s pretty convenient..”

“You ain’t gettin’ out this bed, woman. Get back o’er here.”

-

Hours pass. Maybe. Time is of no meaning locked away in this room, where Arthur keeps to his word, you do not get out of bed. The morning bleeds into the afternoon and into the golden-hued beckoning of the evening. 

Time is punctuated by hours of sleep and wakefulness.

And sex, of course.

“Mm- keep goin’.”

You whine softly into the crown of his head, your fingers digging into his back as he grunts into your skin, closing his lips over one of your hardened nipples, sucking on it gently. His hand kneads your other breast slowly, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You feel him harden against your thigh, his torso splayed over you as he suckles at your breasts, his mouth moving around your pale skin and leaving red-purple marks upon your chest.

His fingers splay over your belly as his hand moves lower, lower, and you recognize the game he’s playing as his hand stops over your mound, fingers running through the thatch of dark hair there.

“Maybe a little payback, you little minx.” He chuckles as his fingers weave through your pubic hair, not moving any closer to where you throb.

All you can do is whine as he kisses up your chest and your neck.

“Oh, my girl, I ain’t a cruel man. Not nearly as cruel as you.”

He slides his pointer finger between your folds, brushing up against the little nub of your pleasure before pressing into your weeping cunt, and your hips buck up to chase the feeling further.

“A-Arthur, please- please-”  your begging is cut off as he starts to thrust that finger back and forth, leaving you mewling into the skin of his shoulder.

“I’ll give ya everythin’ you want, darlin’.” He grunts into your ear as you can feel him press his hardening cock against your thigh. His middle finger slips inside your cunt as his thumb presses on your clit, and your head falls back against the pillow as you keen.

Arthur presses his cock against the side of your hip, “ Fuck , ‘nd everything I want too.”

“H-how do you want me?” You sigh breathily, as he removes his glistening fingers from your body.

He sucks your slick off of his fingers before returning to lean over you. You moan as you watch him.

“On yer hands and knees, beautiful.”

You scramble up to your knees in front of him, and with a sly, seductive smile, you turn around and shimmy your hips as you lean down on your hands, your rear on display for his greedy eyes.

“That’s it.”

His palms fan out on your lower back as he pulls you closer gently. You press up on the bed, steadying your hands and knees. You feel one of Arthur’s hands leave your back as the other one rounds your hip.

He grunts softly as he pumps his cock several times before he aligns his hips with yours and presses the head of his cock into your folds. You mewl piteously as he slides in, slowly, until his pelvis is pressed against your rear.

He starts to move, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his thrusts. Arthur finds a punishing rhythm and you bury your face in the pillow as he fucks you into a moaning mess.

One of his large arms settles next to your shoulder, and he’s leaning over your back, covering you with himself, his head turned in toward yours as he nips at your ear. The other hand swings beneath both of your hips to press against that spot of your pleasure while his cock is pressed into you as far as he can go. 

He gently pinches your nub between his fingers and your arms fail you, you sink into the pillow with your hips raised, legs spread on either side of him. You groan loudly into the cotton.

“Oh, my girl-”

You can do nothing but whine in response as he starts to rub at your clit as he gently presses his hips back and forth into you, remaining spread out on top of you.

Oh god, it’s so much. You’re going to die, you’re going to have a heart attack, every muscle in your body is going to wring inside out. You’re gasping like a fish out of water, whining high-pitched, needy sounds against the cotton of the pillowcase.

“Oh god-” you’re able to gasp out, begging for mercy because your body is clenching and you’re definitely coming and he’s not stopping. You're stretched taut around his length, buried deep in your core, as he rubs roughly at your clit, “Stop, stop, I’m gonna-”

“Gimme more, c’mon-” he rumbles, his breath hot in your ear, “I know you got more-”

You cry out, loudly , and it feels like your body is bursting at the seams. A gushing wetness covers his cock within you and he grunts happily as it seeps out, covering his balls and thighs and your rear in your slick.

“Tha’s it, oh darlin’-”

You’re crying, the overstimulation is too much . Arthur blessedly pulls his hand away from your clit, pushing himself up and grasping your hips again. He starts thrusting into you, his cock steel-hard. 

You whine, “G-give it to me-”

A grunt of satisfaction spills from his throat, as he grips your hips hard, a wild pace that is obviously close to a stuttering end.

“Yer so good- Christ , god- you’re so good, my darlin’, my girl-”, his thrusts punctuate the words spilling from his mouth, “Gonna give you everythin’, gonna give you all of m-me.”

Everything is so wet, so slick and his glides so smooth as he pounds into you. After your blinding orgasm, your body feels boneless, and you’re helpless to do anything but let him use you for his own satisfaction. The outlaw groans his stuttering end with a final thrust into your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.

You collapse onto the bed, laying on your stomach as he gently extricates himself from your hips, leaning back on his knees as he catches his breath.

You vaguely feel the bed creak under shifting weight and hear his footsteps pad toward the side table with the pitcher and bowl of water. You murmur softly as you feel the cool brush of linen on your back. He gently wipes the washcloth over your thighs, cleaning it of your slick as he leans over and kisses your shoulder blade. Arthur steps back, moving back toward the side table, and cleaning himself with the washcloth.

You stretch your legs out in the bed a bit while you watch him, unabashed in his nakedness, as he squeezes out the cloth into the bowl before draping it over the side to dry out. 

You smile to yourself as your gaze scans his skin, his back pale where the collar of his shirt begins. Red-pink lines sweep across his freckled skin, and a wave of joyful possessiveness flows through you as you recognize those lines coming from your blunt nails in the throes of passion.

Arthur turns back toward you, and the crooked smile he gives makes your heart flutter.

“Are we heading back?” You ask, arching your back slightly as you continue to stretch your body out. Laying on your belly, you prop your chin up on your forearms.

“Tomorrow,” Arthur replies as he gets back into the bed, pulling you into his embrace again.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow sounds good.

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Fanfic AU Wishlist Tag

What are 3 AUs you'd love to write/draw/etc & 3 you'd love to read? And with which ships?

[Optional: Tag 6 or more friends whose AU dreams you want to learn about!]

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✏️ The Holiday (2006) x Marylily and Wolfstar [Outlining!]

✏️ Kate and Leopold (2001) x Panville

✏️ Our Flag Means Death (2022–23) x Wolfstar (and others)

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📖 The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern x Dramione

📖 Anastasia (1997) x Jily

📖 Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo x Marauders (all of them, pls! especially Dorlene and Jegulus!) [note: I did learn today that one such fic exists!]

I was super excited, so I made some moodboards for IG! (I have learned how to use Pinterest, finally 🤌🏽)

Tagging everyone I can think of (and anyone else who wants to do it! 🥰): @emjayeingray @badhairred @dahlliiances @just--vi @toofadedtofight @wolfpadx @brigid-faye @heartsoncover @kat-m-toast @tigrrliily @spookeart @spookymoonie @cloaksnidget-3745 @imsiriuslyreading @howmanyfrecklesdoyousee @yourfriendlygryffindor @lavenderhaze @siriusly-sapphic @sleepstxtic @lucigoo @eurhythmix @summax2o @cancerravenclaw @the-noblehouseofblack @mochafrappiccinolatte @thisliminalspacedaydreams @kaaaaaaarf @thebibutterflyao3 @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen

#marauders #marauders era #golden era #hp fanfic #ao3 #au story #alternate universe #wolfstar #marylily #panville #dramione #jily #fanfic

[snowsandstones]

GRRM uses Sansa’s POV to foreshadow at least two major twists in Jon’s story.

Secret parentage:

"Varys has informers everywhere. If Sansa Stark should be seen in the Vale, the eunuch will know within a moon's turn, and that would create unfortunate . . . complications. It is not safe to be a Stark just now. So we shall tell Lysa's people that you are my natural daughter.""Natural?" Sansa was aghast. "You mean, a bastard?" [….] "Catelyn? A bit too obvious . . . but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it?" "Alayne is pretty." Sansa hoped she would remember. "But couldn't I be the trueborn daughter of some knight in your service? Perhaps he died gallantly in the battle, and . . ." "I have no gallant knights in my service, Alayne. Such a tale would draw unwanted questions as a corpse draws crows. It is rude to pry into the origins of a man's natural children, however." He cocked his head. "So, who are you?" "Alayne . . . Stone, would it be?" -ASOS, Sansa VI

Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. -AFFC, Alayne II

The Starks were not like other men. Ned brought his bastard home with him, and called him "son" for all the north to see. -AGOT, Catelyn II

Ned did not feign surprise; Robert's hatred of the Targaryens was a madness in him. He remembered the angry words they had exchanged when Tywin Lannister had presented Robert with the corpses of Rhaegar's wife and children as a token of fealty. Ned had named that murder; Robert called it war. When he had protested that the young prince and princess were no more than babes, his new-made king had replied, "I see no babes. Only dragonspawn." Not even Jon Arryn had been able to calm that storm. Eddard Stark had ridden out that very day in a cold rage, to fight the last battles of the war alone in the south. It had taken another death to reconcile them; Lyanna's death, and the grief they had shared over her passing. -AGOT, Eddard II

"I am so sorry, my love. Jon Arryn is dead." His eyes found hers, and she could see how hard it took him, as she had known it would. In his youth, Ned had fostered at the Eyrie, and the childless Lord Arryn had become a second father to him. -AGOT, Catelyn I

and his death:

"Tell me, Alayne—which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?" "The hidden dagger." "There's a clever girl." He smiled, his thin lips bright red from the pomegranate seeds. -ASOS, Sansa VI

There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains. -AFFC, Alayne II

Dolorous Edd sometimes called Marsh "the Old Pomegranate," which fit him just as well as "the Old Bear" fit Mormont. "He's the man you want in front when the foes are in the field," -ASOS, Jon V

"It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold."-ADWD, Jon I

"Pomegranates. All those seeds. A man could choke to death. -ADWD, Jon V

Then Bowen Marsh stood there before him, tears running down his cheeks. "For the Watch." He punched Jon in the belly. When he pulled his hand away, the dagger stayed where he had buried it. Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … -ADWD, Jon XIII

and GRRM loves threes. What could be the third?

#jonsa #jon x sansa #that’s why the dragon foreshadowing is about jon not aegon #why would he use her to foreshadow his plot so much if their narratives weren’t intertwined #Petyr’s mouth being red from the seeds and the choke to death could also be foreshadowing his death #if it’s similar to the show w a dagger to the throat

[lolotheparagon]

Possibly a bit late for it, but vis a vis Scaredad: the ponies decide to do a stageplay of The Wizard of Oz, and due to contrivances, they make Scarecrow play Dorothy. (And still make him sing "If I Only Had a Brain")

Yes, I wanna draw this now

Also, let’s give Crow a water pistol cos I find this parallel hilarious

[raintailed]

Brand new Weaver ref for Art Fight yippee!!!

Old references: Oct 2020 | Feb 2022 | Jun 2022

Update November 2023: tweaked some colors

Update December 2023: tweaked colors again

notes transcript under the cut

The Weaver; she/her, vi/vir

Normal Weaver (3 drawings on the left)

cape knot is slightly to the right

poof tail

whiskers are optional

cape can turn into wings

same wing shape as crows

Eldritch Weaver

stripes are always flowing and changing

actually a freaky shapeshifting eldritch space creature

Info (blood, character size, etc)

forked tongue :]

has weird blood that turns into weird mist

“weaves” stories using magic threads which represent characters

usually small (weaver’s usually a little taller than 2 coffee mugs)

eldritch weaver’s size fluctuates WILDLY

#raintailed's art #my ocs #weaver (oc) #reference #sona

[cauldron-of-oddities]

"the intermezzos" sounds fun lol what's that about

Oh, these are fun

This has four parts in it. They're woven between the Bright Lights Amongst the Clouds series. Where that one is about the relationship of Ekko and Jinx, the Intermezzos (didn't have a better idea) are about Jinx and others, though Ekko is there too.

1) Building a nest - Jinx gets her own space at the base and for lack of a better word; she's under house arrest. To keep her boredom from causing trouble, the local medic prescribes some craft supplies and talking. Also, this medic may or may not approve of the ‘shopping trips.’ 

2) The crow princess - The kids are the first to take to Jinx. Now, they have to convince the adults. Luckily, there's a fairytale doing the rounds to draw inspiration from. 

(This one has me almost convinced to dig up my very rusty drawing/illustration abilities.)

3) Stalemate - Jinx and Scar have some sort of truce after the idiot (Ekko) almost collapsed from exhaustion. Instead of having yet another argument, they settle for a highly competitive board game. (If anyone has a suggestion, feel free to share.) In the end, they will have to agree to disagree on just about everything, except two things. 1. Pilties and enforcers can fuck right off. 2. They love him, but Ekko is an idiot when it comes to self care. 

4) Queries on love - Jinx and her loved ones and who she is. Bit of introspection. 

Vi - protective, shielding, safe - stifling, blind to a vital part of her. She only saw powder

Silco - Acceptance, freedom, growing her teeth and claws - possessive, drowning out so much. He only saw Jinx

Ekko - Just be, just become. He sees Jinx, and he also still sees Powder. That was after all the seed she, Jinx, grew from. A tree can not live without its roots. Acceptance and freedom and safe arms to hold her - maybe too giving (like let her do something too. He sucks at being good to himself and selfish for himself, though, so she'll do that.)

I'll likely debate myself into the ground for this last one, though. When that one rolls around, if anyone is open for a chat, it would be appreciated.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #ekkojinx #wip tag game #letters to rosie

[jinxhallows]

Uninvited [ The Finale Part 1 ]

Uninvited. a short-ish series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)

cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.

word count: 5.9k

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Part II - click here

Part III (explicit content) - click here

Part IV - click here

Part V (explicit content) -click here

Part VI -click here

Part VII - click here

Part VIII - click here Part IX - click here

Part X - click here

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**taglist <3 (If I missed anyone let me know! it wasnt on purpose i tried to comb all my posts and make sure )

@planetdemon ; @a-person-with-void ; @haleyms ; @wonhottcakes ; @hydroyaksha ; @just-randomm-stuff ; @sooinvu ; @ninjaleeknow ; @thegoddessharmony ; @kittycatkrissa ; @ominous-crow ; @sikebishes ; @strawberriesandknives ; @violetpenguinkris ; @koovvie ;

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You made it. 

By the hair of a black cat, but damn it, you made it. 

You look around at the scattered pack of wolves that lay dead on the cold forest floor.  Jisung circles them, observing their traits with dark eyes, down the bridge of his nose.   

He’s wearied.   

The black haired witch places the tip of his black boot against the face of a creature that was half transformed into a man.  It was a gruesome kill.  With a firm push, Jisung digs his sole into the beast’s cheek, turning its head to the side with a sharp “snap”. 

His eyes lift, meeting Amelia’s.   

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” 

Amelia, with a handful of herbs from her garden, steps over the low fence to join him. 

“They are beasts of my mother’s creation, so they are weak.  Conjure that can only take hold in between these worlds.” 

“Should we take out the heart?” Jisung asks. 

A second later, he lifts his foot up, his expression turning into disgust as the body beneath him begins to rapidly decompose, leaving slimy strings of black substance dripping from the sole of his boot.  Jisung stumbles backwards, and looks around as the other bodies decay until nothing is left. 

“Let’s get to work.” Amelia affirms aloud as she turns on her heels and heads into the cabin. Jisung follows behind but allows her to go ahead of him; he stops beside you at the door. 

Jisung gently touches your arm.  

This time, it brings you comfort. 

“How are you doin, little witch?” he asks in a soft timbre. You have been zoning in and out since making it back to the cabin alive. You look up at him. You study his expression. 

“Do you think…Chan…” You start to ask, feeling meek for the first time in a long while.  

Jisung is a heavy empath and is naturally quite perceptive of the emotions of others.  

“Hey,” he gives you a firm squeeze on your arm, drawing you back again. “For the first and only time, I am gonna be an uncle. I’m not gonna let fucking purgatory, freak hybrid monsters, or Chan–” he points his finger to your chest before he looks up at you again. 

“-get in the way of that. And you had better not either, got it?” Jisung looks down at you, feigning seriousness before the corner of his lip quirks into a shadow of a grin. 

“Got it.” You answer with a warm smile.  

“Do you think you’ll need to feed?” 

“I guess I didn’t think that far.” You press your hands to your stomach for what feels like the first time since you’ve gotten the news.  

You were in so much shock that everything was just beginning to sink in.   

It wasn’t like you could feel any movement, anyhow, it was hard to believe you had already begun to incubate life inside of you. 

You wondered if you were strong enough to maintain it. 

“Come on, follow me.” Jisung beckons you, noticing your loss of focus, bringing you back once more. 

You follow him into the cabin. The home has been coated in cloaking conjure, you can feel it the moment you step over the threshold. It feels like sudden, warm goosebumps that scatter away moments later. There is a blend of scents that hit your nose as Amelia works over a small cauldron in the fireplace of her kitchen. 

“We just need a minute.” Jisung says. Amelia gives him a tense look before she turns back around and keeps mixing. You watch Jisung’s hand as it sweeps over the table, and he slips a blade under his sleeve. Keeping your head down, you follow him into the small bedroom. Jisung sits at the wooden table with two chairs, and you take the one across from him. 

He begins rolling up his sleeve as he speaks.  

“A few things…my blood is enormously powerful, remember what I told you? You only need a little, but you might not stop, just—be prepared for me to use force for both our safety if things go bad, ok?”  

You swear you have never noticed the labyrinth of small veins that crossed over and around his lean arms as he clenches his fist in front of you. Especially the ones that mapped themselves along the top of his hands. You’re squeezing your fists under the table, it's not an unbearable craving…not something you couldn’t fight but...you feel spit pooling in your mouth. An involuntary reaction.  

You quickly swallow and it makes you…at the very least…wicked uncomfortable. 

“Your eyes.” Jisung breathes in wonder. 

You blink on instinct and look up at him.    

“Huh?” You ask.  

You had been holding your breath.  

Jisung hesitates for only a second before pulling out the blade. As he glides it across his forearm, his skin splits open and the blood spills. It's soaking into the wooden table. He has no natural healing ability, like his peers. 

“Come on,” he says, gritting his teeth. 

“You sure?” You don’t know anything about your current level of self control, and Jisung knew barely any more than you did. You could overpower him in bloodlust. You could fuck it all up. 

Jisung stands up, circling and being careful to keep his dripping arm over the table, making as little mess as possible (was that ever even possible anymore in this new lifestyle?).  He’s standing behind you, and somehow, you’re still reflexively ducking your head back from his arm, despite how badly it beckoned to you like ice water on a really, hot day.   

Finally, the back of your head hits his firm torso.  Jisung’s other hand grasps under your chin, a tighter grip than expected, as he presses his bleeding arm against your lips. It was strange the dichotomy you felt between equally being repulsed by blood and wanting the feeling it gave you. 

You close your eyes and bring your hands to his arm, digging your fingernails into his skin as you feel yourself getting lost in the well of his power.  Each swallow brought you closer to your former self, but better, stronger.  At first, it tasted of blood, metallic and unpleasant, this was to be certain, but as it flowed freely, it was also cool and as refreshing as a mountain spring.  You don't hear Jisung’s words until you feel the sharp tug of his hand against the curls on your scalp, bringing your head back from your unintended bloodlust. 

Your chest heaves with your pants as you feel the waves subsiding from inside of you. 

Jisung is looking down at you, hand still secured in your locks as he quirks a thick, dark eyebrow at you. 

“Kinda greedy, don’tcha think, little witch?” He says with a bit of admonition in his voice. 

“That’s what Chan said too.” 

You grin, crimson smeared on your lips and chin.   

Jisung lets you go, trusting you’ve come back to your senses, and you watch as he rips a piece of the flimsy cloth from the bedsheet and wraps it around his arm, to stop the bleeding. 

“I can’t heal you?” You ask, curiously. 

“I’m not sure yet; but we can’t take a chance yet. Don’t worry about me.” He flexes and constricts his fingers, considering the pain manageable before he stands to his feet. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leaves the bedroom, and you stand to your feet, wiping what’s left of the blood from your chin and onto your clothes.  You couldn’t put it past you how…salacious the whole encounter felt.  Jisung handled things like a professional, but for you, it felt strangely…intimate.  Now his blood coursed through your system, at least temporarily, and your level of awareness seemed to collide with his.  You knew how far he was and felt a sudden breathlessness you hadn’t experienced prior. 

Somehow, your hand ends up on your tummy once more. 

Did you feel something just– 

Not now. 

You set off into the kitchen to join Jisung and Amelia. 

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Everything is prepared for the ceremony, and the three brothers along with Emily, gather ‘round, the fire burning bright between both still bodies, and in the center of the circle. 

They all exchange glances over the fire at one another, waiting as Emily whispers under her breath and casts the bloodied fabric into the flame.  Once she steps back into the circle, she looks across to Chan and nods. 

He’s still not sure of this plan, and he didn’t like to gamble with uncertainty.  Chan takes a breath.  How had he fallen so hard, so fast?  For it to come this, was it always going to come to this?  

Would he die too?  

Never had he lost the pulse of a human and gained it back without turning them, lest they were a skilled conjurer, like Jisung.  However, this? It bordered on the impossible. 

But then again, they were proof of the existence of the impossible. 

Chan lets the thought drift away and bites into his right hand, followed by his left. Blood surges forth.  Felix, to his left, does the same and the two brothers hold hands.  Hyunjin looks cross with annoyance as he goes last.  He takes Chan’s hand. 

“You owe me.” He seethes as he watches Emily slice into both of her palms and he, unwillingly, takes her bleeding hand into his. 

Hyunjin didn’t like sharing his blood with anyone.  Especially a witch of dubious allegiance. 

Chan has a hard time not rolling his eyes as he looks over at Felix.  His younger brother was focused on the flames. Something about him was off, beyond the loss of you and Jisung. None of the brothers had time to dissect each other’s emotions, however.   

Felix didn’t express it outwardly much, because that wasn’t in his character; but he was shaken by the whole ordeal.  He was also still coping with figuring out the feelings he was experiencing. It was strange, how the psychology of the mind evolves when you’ve been conscious for thousands of years. 

Your warmth had given his life a little airiness, a sort of lift that made him feel…lighter.  He had phased out those sides of himself so long ago, he forgot he was able to drop his guard at all. 

Felix was used to the death of his loved ones, but the feeling never became easier to bear, he just became better at hiding it.  He knew it was illogical, but he still felt heavy guilt for bringing Jisung this far into their fight.  Of course, he was perfectly capable of standing on his own; but Jisung was living a quiet, secluded life away from danger for good reason.  Now, he’s dead because of it. 

“Hey.” 

Chan’s voice breaks Felix’s trance, and the blonde vampire blinks slowly, his eyes joining his elder brother’s. 

He looks tired. 

“Thank you.” 

Felix manages a humble, tender smile. He replies, his tone croaked and low, 

“Anything for family.” 

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Amelia corks the glass bottle and steps forward, handing it to you.  You take it, feeling its warmth.  It's small, barely the length of your palm, and it has a twine rope securely attached to prevent its loss on the journey back. 

“How do we know they haven’t just consecrated us?” 

“No chance.  I’d feel it, and so would you.  You would know.” Jisung shakes his head, disagreeing with your anxious thoughts. 

Amelia takes your hand in her own and clasps her other hand atop it as she gathers your attention all-at-once. 

“I knew Christophe for a very long time.  He will not stop until he’s found you.  He never stops fighting for the ones he chooses to love. Hyunjin loves being challenged, his persistence and thirst for the blood of his foes is useful for the ones he chooses to protect.  Felix may not be as brazen, because he is afraid.  He is afraid of how strong and deep his love runs for the ones he chooses to trust.  You and he went behind Christophe’s back and sacrificed yourself; he will spend an eternity bringing you back to make things right once more.” 

Amelia’s words bring you a little more comfort.  It wasn’t as if you had time to be coddled and pep-talked to anyhow.  You had no perception of time in this world, but it had to have been some hours now, and you all had to start moving; quickly. 

“Here.” Jisung hands you the blade from earlier and you tuck it into your boot. 

“Remember once you break skin, your blood will alert everyone to where you are.  Move with no hesitation. Begin the spell with the blood of your child, it is your rope to climb back out.”  

Your fingers curl around the bottle hanging from your neck that held the blood the three of you collected earlier from your womb. 

Amelia brushes past you both and opens the door.  You follow her and can feel where the protection barrier ends abruptly.  It’s as if a sonic wave is being emitted from where you stand, and you feel the shock rattle your being as the hair on your neck begins to prickle in that troubling and familiar way that you were growing accustomed to. 

“Move quick, somethin’s wrong.” You whisper as the three of you break into a run into the thicket of forestry.  In the distance you hear branches snapping that echo above your heads.  You are occupied for just a second too long by looking above you, and you trip over a thick fallen branch. 

“Above you!” You push yourself up to your feet as you see a swift, black shadow moving from tree to tree, closing in. Reflexively, you take off, the screeches and howls merging into a horrific cacophony of noise as it announces their presence in vast numbers.  It’s as if a mob of unidentifiable beasts had been waiting right at the perimeter of the spell.   

Ahead of you, there’s a flash, and you hear an ear-piercing, inhuman cry.  As you catch up to Jisung and Amelia, three of the same creatures from earlier lay dead on the ground. 

“They can fucking fly?” Jisung shouts, wiping the trickle of blood that ran from his ear and onto his jaw.  It was becoming more difficult for him to conjure without repercussions now.  Even Jisung had not met predators this unpredictable and overpowering. 

You close your eyes, trying to feel what you felt that night at the warehouse.  The way the power just overcame you.  Knowledge, you had never known before.  Why couldn’t you tap into it again?  You had fed from Jisung, surely you had clearer access to his capabilities?  Wasn’t that how these things worked? 

You get distracted by the heavy silence and open your eyes, looking around in alarm. 

“I heard a ton of them in the trees, like they were right on me where–where did they go?” You stammer. 

“They weren’t here to kill us.” Amelia looks around as the realization becomes clear. “They ran us off our path.  Distracted us.” 

“Why would they do that, don’t they want us to get to the gate? To trap us there?” 

Amelia’s face begins to cloud over with newfound confidence.  “Because their trap is not ready.  They are stalling.” 

“I have a feeling about this direction then.” You point off to the far left.  The other two nod and you’re kicking up leaves in your wake as you lean into the light boost in your speed.   

Oddly enough still, you sense nothing.   

Maybe...you had finally gotten a stroke of luck and had a small window of opportunity to get ahead. 

“Little Witch!” 

You freeze. 

“Little Witch!” 

The voice is young, female, and unfamiliar to you.  Everyone stops dead in their tracks.  You start to call out, but Amelia shushes you and Jisung holds an arm in front of you, both at the same time. 

“Jisung! Over there!” The extinguished fire you all had sat around earlier was a short distance off indicating your initial point of entry. 

“Yeah, but who the fuck was that?” 

“This might be a trap.  Perhaps we weren’t so lucky after all…” Amelia mumbles quietly as she looks around, observing the darkness, honing in on her intuitive senses. 

“ Yo!” Jisung yells, reaching out to grab for you as you take hold of an impulse and sprint for the clearing. 

You can hardly believe it when your feet touch the ground by the burned logs and ashes scattered into the dirt.  Your heart is racing out of your chest.  You have only one chance, and you’d be damned if you don’t take it. 

Move with no hesitation. 

Right. 

You’re only a moment away from uncorking the bottle from around your neck, when you hear twigs snap underneath what sounded to be dainty feet.  Your head whips around as you grip the bottle tight around your neck and prepare for an attack.   

You never expected the disembodied voice from earlier to belong to the young, blonde witch who appears into the clearing and joins you.  She looks relieved, and happy to see you, which was a stark opposition to how you felt.  When she takes a couple of excited paces in your direction, you take a large step back and hold your hand in front of you.   

She comes to a halt. 

“Who are you?” You bark, your pulse almost making you dizzy with how heavily you were breathing.  Your patience feels thinner than what was normal for you, and as you breathe out, Emily’s skin begins to emit a haze of smoke, she looks down at her arms, realizing the burning sensation her body was beginning to feel from the inside out. 

“Talk.” You finally can sense the conjure creeping up your legs, as if it was being fed into the soles of your feet from the earth beneath you. 

“H-Hold on, please! I’m here, I’m here to–” Emily doubles over in pain, steam propels out of her mouth as she coughs. 

“Faster.”  

“Chris–” 

You’re caught off guard and the sensation leaves the blonde witch altogether as she takes in fresh oxygen rapidly, holding herself up off the ground while she recovers.    

Jisung and Amelia run forward; they had no idea of your capacity to conjure and waited to step in only if you needed help.  It was precise timing, because as Amelia heads over to address Emily, you reach out to Jisung, grasping his arm as a dizzy spell washes over you, making you nauseous. 

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s happening right now?” Jisung grasps you by your upper arms, worriedly looking between you and Amelia, who is now kneeling face to face with the stranger. 

“I-I don’t know Jisung I think I overdid it...” 

“Shit, come on, over here, sit down for a second.” 

“You’re here from the other side, I can feel it.” Amelia quietly says aloud, dark brows drawing together and deeply hypnotic gaze dancing over the young girl’s face as she tries to recognize her. 

“Please, we don’t have much time.  I’m connected to them all, Chris, Felix and Hyunjin.  I-I didn’t think she would be here b-but–” 

“You could be another trap, or distraction for all we know.  Who are you?” Jisung demands once he stands back to his feet from helping you safely rest against a large stone. 

“I’m Emily, they brought me to help just please-” Emily looks to you desperately, “He’s broken without you, they all are, look–I don’t know what magick you put on those brothers but, they are desperate to have you back.  Hyunjin is back, and they still need you.” 

Amelia stands up and looks at Jisung, who is still unconvinced. 

You can feel your head clearing as you take the moment of strength and stand to your feet, pushing the two aside so you can look down at Emily for yourself, and take all of her in. 

“Chan sent you here?” Your voice breaks as you curl your fists, squeezing them to hold back tears. 

“Yes.  And Felix, and Hyunjin, they asked me to bring their best friend and little witch back by any means.” Emily looks over to Jisung, who’s face stays unreadable.  “I assume the best friend, is you?”  

Jisung rolls his eyes before he takes you by the arm.  “Come on little witch, let’s keep going with the original plan.” He reaches down to your ankle, lifting your pant leg and pulling forth the blade. 

“Wait! You don’t have to break skin here, you can come with me.  I have a gate open, but not for much longer.” Emily calls out as Jisung takes your hand in his own, ready to spill your blood.   

He stops and looks to you for confirmation.  He didn’t take anything this woman said seriously, but he wasn’t going to conjure with your blood without your explicit consent. 

“I don’t know Jisung, even Amelia said he wouldn’t stop until he found us, maybe we’ve finally just gotten lucky.” You start to backpedal. 

Jisung drops your hand with a heavy sigh.  “You don’t seriously believe her? You think now, as soon as we are about to break open the gate, that we magically have some witch coming out of the woods who’s on our side to painlessly take us back to the other side?” 

Jisung’s logic made sense; and he was far more experienced in these kinds of things than you were. He holds the knife up as he walks up to Emily. “Where were you when we were being attacked by those flying fucking hybrid freaks?!” 

“I was the witch that ran the shop that Chris came into.  I didn’t know my aunt was going to try to kill him, when everyone was killed I–I tried to help Felix but Chris, he chased me away…” Emily babbles.  You remember when Chris first told you what had happened.  That’s why you, Felix and Jisung had to meet him in the town to begin with.   

This was the baby witch who had set him up. 

“What’s your process to bring back two souls without blood conjure?” Amelia queries, her energy guarded. 

“I’m channeling them all now.  I’ve already done the blood conjure on the other side. I have just enough power to drag them back through the gate. It’s the child. It’s tethering her.”  Emily reaches her hand out towards you.  You look down at it, and then up to her large, blue eyes. 

Something about this woman was deeply unsettling. 

You look to Jisung and nod, holding your other hand out for him to take ahold of. 

“I don’t know about this, little witch…you don’t think this feels too good to be true?”  

You give him a sad smile.  “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to figure that out.  Please?” 

Jisung’s eyes hover over your stomach before they meet yours once more.  He doesn’t respond verbally, instead, just firmly grasping your hand within his own.  No matter what happened, he couldn’t leave you deserted. 

You two both look over at Amelia, who slowly backs away from the three of you.  You can see tears in her eyes. Up until this point, you had forgotten that she couldn’t come back with you. 

Her soul would be shredded. 

That sounded like an awful feeling. 

“Thank you.” You speak. 

“You're most welcome, little witch.  Please, protect yourself, by any means necessary, am I understood?”  

You nod with a sniff. 

Emily gives your hand a gentle squeeze and you look back at her.  

“I’m ready.”  

As you take a deep breath, ready to feel the ground drop out from underneath you, instead, you feel another dizzy spell come on.  You begin to stumble but can’t seem to let go.   

Jisung falls to his knees, his hand yanking you down with him as he begins to violently vomit up blood.   

You can hear the mob of creatures screaming into the air and shaking the treetops as you realize what’s happening.   

Emily’s body is glowing, a bright white color that starts to feel like hot metal in your palm.   

She lied to you. 

You’re screaming.  You can’t let go.  Jisung can’t let go.   

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.   

The last things you hear is Amelia’s voice shouting, Jisung choking on blood, and the heavy footsteps of many beasts approaching, and it all sounds like the most horrific nightmare you could ever imagine as the vertigo blacks you out completely. 

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Chan and Hyunjin both collapse to the ground, their bodies totally limp.  They stay unconscious for only a few seconds before they begin to prop themselves upright, coming to.  Chan’s eyes come into focus, and he bears witness to Felix, standing across the fire.   

Locks of white hair stick to the side of his face, and his dappled cheeks are stained with only barely dried tears.   

He’s holding Emily’s head between his hands, her neck snapped, and body hanging limp and lifeless.  Felix’s eyes haze over as he stares off into the distance.   

Chan slowly stands to his feet.  He saw everything that happened.  They all did.  They were utterly powerless, unable to even move while being channeled. It was Felix, who had wooed Emily into giving him her blood before the ceremony. Only he had enough knowledge of conjure to carve the sigil into his flesh, behind her back, to press her blood in and merge it with his own as his skin healed over in seconds. 

He was now able to hijack the connection when something would inevitably go wrong.   

The brothers could only bear witness as Emily revealed her deceit at the final moment. 

It was the pale, white haired vampire brother who broke the chain and killed the infant witch in less than a second. 

Felix drops Emily’s body, and it crumples to the ground as his hands slowly rest back at his side once again.   

Hyunjin is quiet, his hands in his pocket as he stands aside watching his two brothers.  He feels sick to his stomach for the fact that he had even contributed to something so heinous. Especially when he knew this would happen, and had vehemently spoke out against it. 

Chan moves past Felix slowly, one footstep after another, until he reaches your body.   

He takes your hand in his own.  

He presses it against his lips; 

and begins to sob.   

Chan’s body shakes with the violent purge of his emotion. He weeps and apologizes, and weeps and apologizes, over and over and over again.  He squeezes you, and yells out profane cries of defeat. 

Yet once he’s about to release your hand, your back arches as you take in a large gasp.  It’s not until you hear Jisung’s coughing seconds later that you begin to take in your surroundings and realize where you are. 

Chan rises in front of you, standing to his feet, your hand still within his own.  You’ve never seen him in such awe; but the same could be said about you.   

You look down at your joined hands and squeeze a little, trying to make sure the cold hand you felt was really that of your big, bad wolf. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N.” his shaky voice falters through thick tears that spill down his face as he pulls you into his chest.  That was only perhaps the second, maybe third time he had spoken your true name aloud. Hearing it made everything feel that much more real right now. 

You hold Chan close, underneath his arms, curling your fingers into his shirt, feeling the flexed muscles in his back as he nearly pops you with the force of his embrace.  You cry like a baby, snot and tears soaking into the fabric of his black clothing as you murmur all kinds of nonsensical phrases into him, finally feeling the overwhelming emotions of everything you had been through spilling out all at once. 

Chan pulls himself back to look at you once more, to confirm that you were real, before he plants his lips against yours, holding your face between his hands, still unable to understand how he could feel this feeling again; feel your hands tangle in his ocean blue hair as you desperately try to find air from his own lungs. The wood smoke was mingled into his hair with the scent of his shampoo. You breathed in his faintly scented cologne as it wrapped around you like a cashmere blanket, enveloping you in the full sensory experience of being alive. 

And his teeth. 

You had been quick to forget just how sharp his canines were as his fervent need to consume you caused your tongue and inner lips to become marked by his carelessness and desire. 

Suddenly, Chan pulls himself away from you, with a puzzled look as he lets go of you completely.   

You notice the tip of his tongue briefly dances over the blood stained on the corner of his lower lip and his eyes widen as he approaches you with such a supernatural haste, that you jump back.  His hand caresses the side of your face. 

“Your blood.  Little witch you-you’re–” 

“Pregnant.” You breathe.   

The soft conversation that was taking place between Hyunjin and Jisung came to a screeching halt.   

Felix, who stands against a nearby tree, at once looks up from his trance. 

If you didn’t think you could sneak up on a hybrid before, well, 

You just did. 

“Surprise?” You offer hesitantly. 

“I did always fancy myself a rich Uncle.” Hyunjin says proudly, his eyes lighting up with his smile as he comes over to give you a hug.  “Welcome to the family, pretty witch.” The red headed vampire winks and steps aside.   

You look at Chan, who still stands in front of you, his dark eyes locked onto your stomach. You weren’t even showing.  Instinctively, you lay your hands atop it because you notice he doesn’t exactly seem…happy. 

“You guys got a change of clothes I can get into?” Jisung asks, gesturing for Felix and Hyunjin to follow him into the house, allowing you and Chan privacy.  As they walk off together, Jisung glances over his shoulder at you and gives you a small nod before he’s gone. 

Chan joins you, leaning his backside against the surface, his fingers tapping the rough stone as he grips the edge of it. He was very clearly nervous. 

“Look, I know it’s not the safest situation for us to be in–” 

“The safest?” Chan lets out a sigh as he turns around and rests his forearms on the surface, his fingers clasp together as he lifts his brow and shakes his head, staring down into his hands.  “The last time this happened, the love of my life was ripped from me. She was brought back through the deceit of my brother. I crossed oceans for her.  I swore to myself that I’d never feel those feelings again, and then here you come along, nothing but trouble.” Chan glances up at you with a smirk before his eyes fall upon his potential child.   

The shadow of his smile begins to fade. 

“I would walk through fire for you. I almost lost you once, I promise I can’t take it twice.” 

“Who’s to say you’ll lose me?  Edith is gone, we have Jisung back, we’re safe now, aren’t we?” 

Chan looks back up to you. Your naivety was both charming and sad. Sad because, he hated to be the one to dampen that moonlight you naturally gave out.  Charming because, you always found a way to give him hope when he felt like he was losing it. 

“Out of the hundreds of years I’ve been alive, I have never felt safe. Ever.” He stands upright once more and merges between your legs that hang from the edge of the platform that held your lifeless body less than an hour ago.  Chan's hands soothingly stroke up and down the top of your thighs as he looks into your eyes. 

“Little witch, I couldn’t be happier about us having a family.  You don’t know what I went through while you were gone, how much I missed…this.  I’m sorry if I’m coming off like a dick, I just already feel like…this need…this gnawing discomfort at how vulnerable you are, we are right now.  I still can’t rest until you’re as close to safe as we can get.”  Chan explains.   

You find his protective nature endearing, it's something you’ve always liked about him, especially because he gave you room to be your own self.  He protects you not for selfish reasons, but because of how highly he has grown to value you. 

The corner of your lip quirks up into a smile.  “I feel it too.  Is it a wolf thing?” 

“It’s probably a wolf thing.” 

You two share a laugh for the first time since you’ve returned.  It's pleasingly cathartic.  Chan helps you down and you both head into the house, as the sun is beginning to peek above the Horizon.  You’re about to follow Chan upstairs, when you notice Felix, sitting alone at the long table they had in their dining room.  He traces small circles into the mahogany wooden tabletop with his middle finger, his other fingers dragging along, barely touching the surface. 

You glance up to Chan, who is a few steps ahead of you on the staircase. 

“I’ll be right up.” You say softly. 

“I’ll get you a bath started. Take your time.” Chan reassures.  He leans down and kisses your crown before he leaves.  You go back down into the dining room and walk around until you’ve reached the chair to his right.  You pull it out, silently taking a seat.  He continues his invisible design.  You look at him for a little while before you reach out, pulling him into an embrace. 

Felix’s body tenses up underneath you.  You hold him ever tighter still, breathing in his familiar scent.  Sure enough, you feel icy hands circle around your waist as he holds you close, his nose nestles into the crook of your neck.  The blood that used to torture him with temptation before was now such a comforting rhythm to the background noise.  Your smell brought back sensory memories of you two laughing together over human groceries and games he barely understood. 

“I’m sorry.” He finally breathes and you two separate as you take a seat once more.  Felix reads the confusion in your expression and volunteers an explanation.   

“I knew Emily was never on our side, but without Jisung, there was no other way to open the gates.  I had to bring her in, to make her believe we trusted her.  I couldn’t tell anyone, they would never have agreed to it.  They barely did this way I just—I’m so sorry little witch, for everything we’ve put you through.  For everything I’ve put you through.”  

“Felix, I may not have volunteered to come here, but I chose to stay here.  I told you to sacrifice me.  And guess what? It worked because here I am.  Living, breathing; and ready to kick your ass in another round of Uno.” 

He chuckles and it makes you smile.   

“You’re carrying my brother’s child.” he says as he lifts a brow.  “Times are a lot different than back when Amelia was around.  I still barely understand how it works.”  He hesitates before he finally asks, “Will you let me find out more?” 

“You want me to be your guinea pig for your magick science project research thing you’re always cooped up in the library doing?” 

“If you were to put it in the most elementary terms, I suppose I’d say it like that.” 

His seriousness causes you to break out into laughter.  You reach out your hand to shake his. 

“Deal.” 

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[vi-visected]

God bless the daylight

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[i-never-even-wanted-to-be-here]

Hi........if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hey! Sure, I can do that.

In comparison to the big amount of ships I have I only have a handful I'm actually super serious about. So here are a few I like:

Merthur (Merlin + Arthur) from BBC Merlin: This goddamn kids show still has me deep in my feels after all this time. They're doing things to me. It's so sad that the series didn't get the treatment it needed and deserved because it was just for children. It had so much potential! The mutual trust and protection between the two is *chef's kiss*. They're soulmates in the most literal sense and belong together, are canonically destined to be with each other. What more do I need to say? And still, they're not canon. Unbelievable.

Andreil (Andrew + Neil) from the aftg trilogy: they have a super interesting, thrilling story, both the plot of the book and their relationship are fascinatingly fucked up and it draws you in. Despite their many issues and their rocky start they do have a really healthy relationship based on mutual trust, support and protection. I also like the imagine where we add Kevin and make it a throuple.

Mikayuu (Mikaela + Yuichiro) from Owari no Seraph: They're not canon but if they don't get together at this point it'd literally be unspeakably disrespectful because the way they act is so romantic, I've never seen a non-canon couple be so obviously in love. This is the most blatant queer baiting I've ever witnessed. Anyways, you could argue that they have a reason for their feelings, meaning that they're not genuine and only fabricated emotions, but idc, they're still obsessed with each other. Just because they have a reason for feeling the way they do doesn't mean that it's not genuine. Literally made for each other. The other characters also notice their fixation on one another.

Hualian (Hua Cheng + Xie Lian) from tgcf/ heaven official's blessing: I literally just finished this book series and already love them so much. It's a tragic and comedic story at the same time. I love when those genres are well balanced so that one doesn't destroy the other. They have their weird moments, like Hua Cheng being a little bit of a creepy stalker, which is why at some point I was slightly intimidated by him and completely understand why the side characters were terrified of him, but we know he's a great person and would never deliberately do anything harmful. They have a healthy relationship and as you may have noticed that's a really important aspect to me. BUT I do love angst and that's why beefleaf (He Xuan + Shi Qingxuan) from the same franchise are very dear to me as well, even though they wouldn't make a healthy couple.

Kanej (Kaz + Inej) from Six of Crows: badass characters that make me so emotional istg. But they make a power couple like no other. We stan the queen and the king. Again, a healthy couple, even though they're murderers. I just love how profound their relationship is. It isn't easy to cope with that kind of trauma and still want to be together. Also, the other two ships from soc are amazing as well.

Patrochilles (Patroclus + Achilles) from The Iliad: the OG gays. This story takes place 3200 years ago and it still makes me lose my mind when I think about it.

Caitvi (Caitlyn + Vi) from Arcane: I love their dynamic. They are both so cool in their own ways. And I have the biggest crush on Vi. I'm so impressed with this show tbh.

Yumihisu (Ymir + Historia) from Attack on Titan: Although aot/snk doesn't focus on romance at all and I like it that way, I do really like these two and I wish they could've gotten a chance.

Renga (Reki + Langa) and Matchablossom (Joe + Cherry) from SK8 the Infinity: Both are great ships respectively. The whole show is just for shipping and I love it.

Honourable mention: Khunbam (Khun + Baam) from Tower of God: I love colour coded relationships, they're kinda blue and red like Renga and Merthur. It's just funny to me that they don't romantically care about anyone else and their friendship is so intimate, at least from Khun's side, and while I don't think that they're ever gonna be a couple, it'd certainly be funny if the creator just pulled a gay trap on the readers. Reel them in with a battle based shonen webtoon and some straight baiting and then boom actually it's been setting up the queer ship all along. Oh how I'd laugh.

Honourable mention 2: Yoonmin (Yoongi + Jimin) from BTS: I'm sorry. It's just that I loved this ship when I still went to school. I hyperfixated on them because I needed something to obsess over to distract myself from my crippling depression. I don't normally ship real people because I don't want to make them uncomfortable, it's just for fun or as a joke. I am not serious about them, I just projected ship dynamics like grumpy + sunshine onto them and it brought me great joy. I even wrote a ff au when I was 14. Oh heavens, I have sinned.

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[oliviasecrets]

This is life

VI

“Yeah I’m only here for two days then I play in Ibiza”

“No way I’ve always wanted to go there I’ve heard amazing stories about the nightlife”

“Why don’t you come with me it could be fun”

Johns invitation was very tempting but you had to draw your line

“It does sound like fun but I’m currently under a lot of work I can’t take a vacation”

“Hey I understand how about this give me your number and when you’re free we can arrange something”

“Yeah sure”

What you didn’t know is that a few yards away Jack was watching this interaction and when he saw you trying into that djs phone his blood boiled he tried to fight the feeling of jealous but that overcame

“Jack where are you going… wait up man”

Jack moved fast through the crowd so that he wouldn’t be recognized by any fan that wanted a picture, as he was about to enter the dj area he turn around when he felt a hand on his arm

“Hey if I was you I wouldn’t lose her”

“Emily hey yeah thank you that’s what I’m trying to do here”

“Show her that you really do care, and if you two do end up together please invite me to the wedding”

“You already thinking way to fast but definitely em”

The bouncer tried to stop Jack but luckily for him he was too damn famous know he didn’t need an introduction

“Have a fun night mr harlow”

“Thank you sir”

As Jack was getting close to you he made eye contact with the dj making you turn around from your previous conversation you couldn’t help but to smile and get all excited to finally see Jack after a week of crying over him, you made your way to him and wrap your arms on his neck taking in his delicious LV smell and Jack couldn’t resist but giving you a hard hug and kissing your cheek

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you”

“Yeah I figured that out since it took you a week to call me”

“Come on ma are you making this difficult for me now”

“Yeah actually until you realize how much I’m worth”

That had him smiling from ear to ear

“Oh trust me you’ve been on my mind since I last saw you, even had me writing you a song and shit”

“Is that so jackman”

“Wanna hear it”

“Not really, I prefer having some fun with you”

Jack took your hand and made your way out of the vip area, walking towards the bar you order yourself some shots to make your confidence boost Jack kept placing one hand curled up on your waist as he was getting close to your ear he whispered

“Let’s get out of here”

“Jack we haven’t even danced, don’t you wanna dance with me?”

“I do but I prefer to spend some time with you just the two of us”

“One dance first”

You took jacks hand and made your way to the dance floor the one and only song played my humps by the black eye peas

“Imma get you drunk get you love drunk off my hump”

You turned around so you could grind a little with Jack, he placed both hand on your waist holding you tight and slightly touching your abs and slightly your under boobs making you turn around and wrap one hand on his neck

“You are getting very touchy jackman”

“Please can we just go already”

Jack put a hand on your neck taking care of you while you made yourself outside the club, before leaving you texted em telling her you were leaving with Jack but oh boy what a surprise you were headed towards

“Jack y/n are you together”

“Y/n please over here give a smile”

“Jack how does it feel to be with y/n”

“How long have you’ve been together”

“Please smile this way”

Neither you or Jack knew there was at least 25 paparazzi waiting outside

“just hold my hand and not let go y/n”

You grabbed his hand scared of what was happening then you started feeling people getting crowed and suddenly you felt someone grabbed your ass

“What the fuck don’t touch me”

You let go of jacks hand making him look your way he didn’t really understand what was going on but once he saw you pushing a guy away he saw red

“Get your hands off of her right now, I swear I’ll fuck you up dude”

“Jack please let’s just go away”

“Jack please

Before you realized urban had come out of no where grabbing Jack and preventing him from starting a fight

“Come on babe let’s get going”

“Em where’s Jack please”

“Y/n please just come with me he’ll find us”

The anxiety and being scared of what was going on overcame as you started to cry you walked half a block when you heard Jack

“Y/n are you okay, are you hurt please tell me you’re good”

Once you saw Jack jogging to you you stared to cry even more, maybe it was the excitement that had this effect in you

“Hey I’m here don’t worry y/n”

You looked at Jack and all you could do was kiss him a very passionate kiss wrapping your hands around his neck making the kiss more deep and intense Jack stopped and kissed your forehead

“I’m going to take that as an im okay Jack”

“Please don’t scare me like that again you dick I was so scared”

“I’ll promise I will behave but if someone else touch what’s mine I won’t promise anything”

“I’m not yours Jack”

“Fuck yeah you are I’m never letting you get away ever”

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Some action plus I love jealous Jack hahah any ideas text me!!

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[oraclekleo]

Song Min Gi (Ateez) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body

Heart

Spirit

Soul

Time

Place

Full Name: Song Min Gi

Stage Name: Mingi

Group: Ateez

Masterlist: Ateez

Song Min Gi

Mingi (Ateez)

Deck: Crow Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - IX The Hermit

Mingi’s perfect match is likely an introvert, someone who values their privacy and their personal space. They are likely to have a job which allows them to work from home or another place feeling comfortable to them. They don’t really follow the fashion trends and most of their clothes probably look pretty retro. They are likely to walk around with eyes clouded with their inner thoughts because their mental world is very rich. They probably don’t talk much but they are great listeners.

Heart - 10 of Wands

At their heart, Mingi’s ideal person is someone rather productive and multi-talented with many skills and vast knowledge on many subjects they ever took interest in. While avoiding socialising, they had enough time to work on their inner qualities, abilities and skills. They probably have many hobbies - knitting, drawing, playing instruments, gardening, cooking, swimming, jogging, terrariums, basically anything that can be done alone. They are likely to have a mile-long to-read list with all the books they want to read.

Spirit - 8 of Wands

Spiritually speaking, Mingi’s special person is very active and goes with the flow easily. They are probably interested in multiple beliefs and spiritual systems, they don’t have to be necessarily religious themselves but they show genuine interest and will take from it what resonates and can help them to grow.

Soul - Queen of Swords

Deep down in their soul, Mingi’s ideal person is a pragmatic and rational person. They prefer to observe the world rather than getting involved themselves. They are likely to keep their distance from people and their dramas and rather analyse human behaviour than allow themselves to give in to their feelings and emotions.

Time - VI The Lovers

The first meeting of Mingi and his significant other is likely to feel as if it was destined to happen. A love for the first sight or first words spoken, as Mingi is likely to fall for this person’s mind first before he falls for their looks. He’s likely to feel a deep connection with them as if they knew each other for ages, maybe they were lovers in their past lives.

Place - 3 of Pentacles

Mingi and his ideal partner are likely to get themselves a new place to live together if they decide to move in together. It’s not gonna be either one of them moving in to the other one, they will go house hunting and and enjoy the process of furnituring and equipping it together. They are likely to even do some of the work themselves like tiling the bathroom or painting the walls together.

Zodiac Sign - Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn)

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[jaesxnuwu]

Chapter VI: Familiar Face

As I walked closer, the blonde recruit, I’m assuming, still hadn’t noticed me yet. The young man seemed like he was heavily focused on something, but I couldn’t tell what it was. His head looked slightly bent forward. Was he reading something?

I guess I need to be a little less subtle.

“Hey, you new here?” I called over, “Were you looking for me?” As I finished my sentence, he finally lifted his head and turned around.

He had clear blue eyes and a face that retained just a bit of roundness. He looked around my age too. For some reason he looked like he was happy to see me.

He wore the standard Guard uniform with the jacket on as well. He wore a chest harness in addition and a Guard tracking collar.

I felt a strange, vague sense of familiarity.

I could see his eyes light up as he walked over to me with his arms outstretched. What was up with his enthusiasm?

“Jae! It really is you!” he gave me a wide smile, “I’m so happy we get to work together again!”

He tried to wrap his arms around me once he got close enough, but I dodged backward at the last moment and thrust my hand out.

I’ve never had a recruit this eager before. Is this a common thing for others?

“No thanks,” I gave him a firm decline before continuing, “And unless stated otherwise, please address me as Captain.”

He cocked his head to the side, as if I was speaking another language before his eyes widened. Did it finally register in his head?

What is up with this guy?

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, Captain!” he suddenly stood up straight as he said this, “I’m very sorry for any disrespect. It wasn’t my intent.”

“That’s fine, you’re new.”

“I know, but I-I just… I guess I shouldn’t have expected you to remember me,” he let out a weak chuckle.

“We’ve met before?”

This is news to me. If we have, then I guess that explains the familiar feeling.

“Yes, actually. We were in squad 4 together… I probably don’t have to explain the rest, right?” he looked up around the cameras slightly nervously. Then it dawned on me finally.

He was the other kid in my squad back then! He was a lot shorter than me before, but now he’s basically the same height as me. It makes sense why he doesn’t want to talk about it though. Just like last night with Crow, a lot of our work in the Guard is kept a secret once we transfer.

“Yeah, I get you. I remember you now, don’t worry,” I waved to reassure him, “Come on, let’s continue this inside then. It was Inari, right?”

“Wow! You actually remember my name too!” he was blushing at this point, “It’s a great honor to be working with you again, Captain.”

I nodded.

What else am I supposed to do in these situations?

I slipped past him and placed my palm on the scanner to open the door. A single beep and mechanical voice echoed through the hallway before the doors slid open. I stepped inside and gestured for Inari to follow me in.

“So Inari, it’s good to see you again,” I feigned some back and forth pleasantries with him before getting down to business. The entire time I was trying to remember what he did while we were in the previous squad together.

At the very least, everyone who was assigned to squad 4 had some unique skill, fighting ability, or potential novel use to the Guard. Not that they ever said that outright, but it was easy enough to figure out. I don’t think I had ever seen what he did though because I was drawing a blank every time I tried to remember.

I glanced down at his waist as we chatted and noticed a dagger-like weapon strapped to his side.

Was it that? Was he just quick and agile back then? I mean if he’s assigned as just a regular member in this squad, then I imagine whatever it was just wasn’t good enough by Kalecia’s standards. Whatever, it would be rude for me to pry. Maybe we could catch up another time.

“Umm, Captain?” I heard Inari’s voice pull me from my thoughts, “Did you catch what I said?”

I looked up to see his worried face that was beginning to show the first signs of panic. This guy really needed to relax.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about a meeting I have later,” I lied casually, “What did you ask?”

He breathed a sigh of relief before smiling at me again.

“Oh, it’s alright! I must have bored you with my rambling, sorry. I was just saying that I should get started with my shift and if you could finish signing my registration forms?”

“Yeah, of course,” I nodded and finished off the rest of the tedious paperwork, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No, please don’t be sorry, Captain. I’ve really enjoyed… being able to catch up with you, even just for a little bit!” Inari smiled again before turning to leave.

“Hang on, Inari.”

“Yes, Captain?” Inari turned like an eager puppy.

“Where are you assigned today?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

“Oh, umm… I think the schedule said that I would be joining one of the investigation teams looking into some illegal trading reports with Al. I haven’t met him yet, but I’ll just be supporting them,” Inari spoke timidly.

“Gotcha. You’re in good hands. Al’s been working here probably as long as we’ve been alive,” I smirked to reassure him, “That’ll be all. It was nice seeing you again.”

“You as well, J—uhh, Captain!” Inari bowed awkwardly before leaving.

I lingered for a bit as I watched Inari turned the corner. What a strange encounter.

It wasn’t unheard of for different members of different squads to be working together again down the line, but this was the first time for me. Maybe it was more common than I thought.

Admittedly, I didn’t feel overjoyed to see him since we weren’t much more than essentially work acquaintances at the time. Maybe I was being too harsh. He seemed very excited to see me, so maybe that was just the soldier in me being awkward and distant again. I have been trying to break out of it recently, so maybe I should just take this opportunity and roll with it too.

I sighed before turning back to my desk to start the workday finally.

Maybe after he comes back, I should ask to catch up with him. It’s not like I’m making any friends with these veterans and other subordinates I’m surrounded by.

The rest of that morning felt tedious, but somehow it managed to feel like time flew by quickly.

I got on the system to review all the missions and schedules for the rest of the squad. Just like Inari mentioned, he was out to investigate a location nearby that had been receiving accounts of criminal activity. Some of the people sent to investigate the reports said it seemed like a medium-scale illegal trading operation, perhaps drugs or weapons. Were it a smaller situation, they would have handled it on their own, but due to the number of people they saw at the time, they decided to record what they saw and take things back first.

It's hard to say what is going on or even know when they might return, so Al’s group will be investigating today. This isn’t the first case like that either. For a while now, the reports of crime incidences have been going up. At the moment, the people that we have taken in haven’t been related to each other, but this all feels too suspicious still. I want to get to the bottom of this soon so that I can take it easy again.

I turned off the screen and rested my head on my desk, letting out a frustrated moan.

I would love to be able to go out myself and take care of things quickly, but I’m caught between watching my squad and dealing with the never-ending work that comes with being a captain.

I decided to take my lunch early today and left the building to visit a bakery for a quick energy boost and treat. The front desk was used to seeing me come and go as a I pleased, so they just nodded understandingly as I left. If I fell behind on work, I would have to answer to Kalecia, of course. But as far as the people in my squad, there was nobody who could say anything. Not that they should. I finish al my work in the end.

A sign by the window read “Sweets & Treats” in pastel. The bakery shop smelled heavenly even from outside. Immediately, I felt as if all my stress had left itself at the door. An older woman with gray hair tied into a neat bun greeted me with a warm, gentle smile. I had been here many times before, so we all knew each other here.

“Good afternoon, Miss Florence” I couldn’t help but smile back in response.

“My, Jae! You’re here awfully early today. Did you forget to eat your breakfast this morning?” Miss Florence asked with a hint of genuine concern, “You know, you can always come by to the bakery if you’re hungry. I know you all work so hard for us!”

“No, no. I just felt like eating lunch early this time,” I could feel myself getting embarrassed.

“Well, if you do need anything, let me or one my grandkids know,” Miss Florence gestured toward a young man and woman quietly arranging a fresh batch of various breads, “We also have some new doughnuts that they worked on if you would like to give those a try.”

Well, I’m not going to turn down something  sweet.

I made my way over to the new and limited section and grabbed two dozen of the new doughnuts. One of them for me and the other for the front desk. They were all either a shade of blue or purple with some decorative white patterns on top.

I think they’re supposed to be some sort of galaxy theme. Either way, they all smell delicious.

I checked out with Miss Florence who carefully arranged my doughnuts into two plain white boxes while I made my payment. As I waited, I let my eyes wander to the display cases next to us. There was an assortment of whole cakes as well as individual slices that almost seemed to glitter underneath the display lighting.

“Jae? Did you want something else?” Miss Florence’s asked me, but it sounded closer to a suggestion, “If you want, I can add in a slice for free.”

“No, that’s okay,” I shook my head trying to assure her.

I would be lying if I said I’m not thinking of buying those cakes, but I know it wouldn’t be the best look for the others seeing me haul both doughnuts and cake back into my office. Besides, I could come back this evening if I was still in the mood for it.

I thanked her one last time and left back to work.

I entered the building, with the sound of the rustling bag causing the front desk staff to glance up. They immediately noticed the bakery logo on my bag and their faces lit up.

“Oh, Captain!” one of the guys stood up from his seat, “Did you get your food?”

He wasn’t very good about hiding his intent.

“Yeah. I picked up some doughnuts for you guys too.”

“Thanks, Captain! You’re the best!”

“Don’t mention it,” I nodded and dropped off one of the boxes with them before heading down the hallway back to my office.

Before that, I made a quick stop by the kitchen to grab a cup and can of tea from the fridge. There were a few people taking their lunch break who gave me a quick greeting before getting back to their meal and conversations. I found what I needed and quickly left.

I set down the food on my desk and the glass that I borrowed. I transferred the can of tea to the glass and sat down at my desk.

The tea came straight out of the fridge, but I still preferred if it was a little colder. I held my palm over the cup and produced a few ice cubes that fell into the cup, causing a few drops of tea to splash up onto my hand.

I licked off the sweet liquid, slightly annoyed. Maybe I should have made the ice cubes on the side and then dropped them in instead.

I took a quick sip and turned my attention toward checking for any updates.

Nothing new seemed to be happening, so I let my eyes start skimming most of the text. I then moved onto responding to some of the higher-ups about the new recruits’ performance.

It felt like the hours were dragging on and on as I worked.

A loud banging on my door woke me from my trance. I looked up, confused. Most people usually left messages if they needed something from me.

I opened the door to find a communications team member fidgeting and mumbling frantically to himself. He looked up at me with fear and worry in his eyes.

“Captain, I… don’t know how—they were there—but then—they,” he stammered and gestured his arms around trying to explain.

“Okay, slow down,” I grabbed his arm and forced him to look into my eyes, “Who are you talking about?”

He seemed to calm down a bit more. I could still feel him shaking against me slightly, but at least he was speaking more slowly.

“Al’s squad.”

“Okay, what happened?” I nodded, waiting.

“We lost contact with him. All of them.”

#Kalecia #JaeVerse

[sugaryalpacas]

I just realized I never posted my Art Fight attacks LOL OOPS! I had a lot of fun drawing them all :-D

Here are the character’s artists in order:

Carmine - @it-is-toad-time

Valentine - @libralelia

Crow - @lesbardian

Victoria - @catmemer

Vi - @rabdoidal

Braddicus and Kace - @harveytxt

#my art #illustration #digital art #art fight #art fight 2022 #team bloom

[blarrghe]

'heavily breathing after a kiss' i want itttt for Vi pls

Hello hello! Violet is kissing Virelan in this garden 2nite.

@dadrunkwriting

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The speeches are long and dull. Halfway through, catching the sidelong glances of the human nobles and the not-so-hushed whispers of the elvhen servants, Virelan begins to wonder why she was summoned here. 

She knows why. Oh, she knows. She is the great hero of the modern age, saviour of Thedas from its most recent brush with disaster, and the Queen Cousland, up upon her podium with her crown and her long speech, is the last. 

This is a commemoration of the bravery of all people, not just of Ferelden, but of Orlais, the Free Marches, of the Dalish and the Dwarves. And so on, says the queen. And on, and on. 

“It’s a godsdammned bore is what it is,” Virelan mutters into her drink. Honey ale. It’s nice, but too light. “Can they make me tranquil? Reaving’s a sort of magic, isn’t it?” 

Beside her, her friend and confidante and advisor, but in this moment also her worst enemy, since she is the main reason they are here, chuckles. 

“Be nice,” Josephine hushes. 

“Be nice if they got on with serving some food already,” Virelan counters grumpily. 

The Lady Montilyet raises a napkin to her lips to hide her giggle. 

The evening draws on and ever on. Eventually there’s food. It’s good, rich, in the Ferelden style. There’s entertainment. It’s bad. Tasteless jokes for the amassed masses and weak tricks with no magic. She swears she catches the queen yawning. 

After, they are let loose to mingle and wander the grounds, though some area are, of course, restricted. It is just like that night at the Winter Palace, she thinks, except no one is plotting to have her killed. Which is still a damn shame. 

Virelan wanders as far as she can. She has no reason to snoop and spy, no motive and no left arm with which to go clambering up garden trellises, but she still stalks off into corners as shadowed and quiet as she can find. There’s a garden, and it’s admittedly quite lovely; rosebushes and local flora, trimmed up near the castle walls, but unkempt around the edges. She finds an old stone statue within its depths and admires its crumbling grace for a time, trying not to think about other things which have turned to stone, nor other things with crumbling grace. 

“Am I disturbing you?” 

Virelan’s first instinct, even at a soft voice such as this, is to turn with a hand at her hip. Of course, she’s not armed tonight, so her fist clenches and releases with reluctance as she turns to face the smiling queen. 

“Not at all, Your Majesty.”

The Ferelden queen is less pretty, up close. There are crows feet stepping in towards the corners of her eyes, a few licks of grey sweeping through the darkly dyed — and it must be dyed, for it is not quite black, in the moonlight, but tinged in purple — locks of her hair which wind away behind her crown. The circlet itself can hardly be called a crown, it is a dark, brassy gold, roughly hammered and decorated with no gems, only the risen emblems of griffon wings to either side of the woman’s temples. 

She’s not tall, either, not as she seemed up in her place in the hall. A little taller than Virelan, but only a little. There are tired circles under her clear blue eyes. 

“Violet only, please.” She smiles, and though the rest of her countenance betrays age and experience, the smile is young. “Quieter here, isn’t it?” 

A surprising rush of shame fills Virelan’s cheeks. She shakes it off, makes to return it to the queen with a few gruff words. “Apologies, I know I am a guest of some honour, you’d like me seen and spoken about, no doubt.” 

The queen’s youthful smile falters. “No,” she says slowly, turning slightly as though to appraise her roses, though the corner of her eye still watches Virelan. “You are indeed a guest of honour, you are entitled to your comfort.” 

Virelan’s waiting for the double-edge. She knows who this woman is, after all. A politician, a noble and a queen at that, one who rose from orphaned Teyrn’s daughter to hero, to ruler. And she is a rogue as well, famously a tricky one, if the many songs about her are to be believed. 

“These things wear on me, I thought from your look at dinner that I might have found a friend in that. But I’ll leave you to your peace, Inquisitor.” 

That’s all she says. A cape, cloak-like but not hooded in any shadows, nor laced with any hidden daggers — Virelan could tell if it were — flows out behind her as she turns. 

“Majesty,” Virelan calls, hesitantly. 

The queen turns back, her small, youthful smile only slightly rogueish. “Violet, really.” 

“Violet,” Virelan allows. “then it is Virelan, please.” 

“Virelan.” The rogue Grey Warden queen of storied fame takes a step towards her, still smiling. 

The queen pauses, turning to the roses again, and plucks a hidden dagger out from some impossible place inside her thigh. Virelan had not noted that. For a moment, she tenses, fists clenched. The queen takes her knife to a rosebush, and cuts away a flower. Then she comes forward again, holding up both dagger and rose in a show of innocence. 

“For my honoured guest.” She offers out the rose. 

Virelan takes it between two fingers. 

“Careful, thorns.” 

“I’m not afraid of a little prick.” 

She didn’t mean to make her, but the queen laughs. She laughs, youthful smile full and brassy crown glinting as she throws her head back, and it is a very pretty sound. 

“You’re staying a number of days, are you not?” 

Virelan only looks at the flower and nods. 

“I thought I could invite you — do you still ride?” Violet catches her own speech with a wary glance over Virelan’s lacking left arm, left free of its prosthetic for this evening, wrapped only in a loose, tied sleeve of her equally loose, and rather plain, dress. The occasion was something to dress up for, Josephine insisted, but there had been a compromise achieved as to how much. 

“I ride.” Virelan looks into the woman’s pretty blue eyes sharply, and is satisfied to see her wince. 

“Of course. Then there are some lovely, quiet spots in the surrounding country. I thought tomorrow, perhaps, we could go riding.” 

She smiles again, and Virelan says, “why?” 

“Because the country is lovely and quiet,” repeats the queen with a smirk.

“What are you playing at? Be out with it.” Virelan has had enough of this humour. 

“Playing?” Yet Virelan’s brusque words have no effect on the playful smile, “as I said, I thought perhaps I could make a friend in my… boredom.” The queen winks. 

Virelan rolls her eyes, or she rolls one, the other remains fixed and intimidating as it always does, glowing with its gold and lyrium. Then, she glances down once again at her gifted rose.

Everyone in Ferelden knows roses are the symbol of the king and queen’s union, and Josephine made certain that if nothing else, Virelan at least knew that. 

“And are you bored with your husband, as well?” she prods. 

Once again, without Virelan’s meaning to make her, the rogue queen laughs. 

“No,” she says, and the assurance is honest even if she is still laughing, “not at all. But he is travelling with his own — our own — paramour, and perhaps I am a little jealous at that.” 

These are treasonous secrets. 

“Why tell me so much?” Virelan regards her, still suspiciously, though she cannot deny that the continued winks and smiles are tempting. 

“Do you want to come riding, or not?” 

Violet leans in, close. A delicate scent comes with her, blackberries and — and violets. She rests a hand on Virelan’s shoulder, gentle, firm. Her breath ghosts across Virelan’s lips.

The moment is an enchanting one; floral scented, moonlit, backdopped in distant murmurs and music. The romance in the air is something Virelan had thought to accept as faded, and yet…

Why not seize it? 

She does. With her own arm, Virelan grips Violet about the waist. She takes her recently smirking lips in a push of her own, and kisses her. Violet returns it, relaxes into it without ulterior motive or the reaching for daggers. Both her hands take Virelan’s broad shoulders, her mouth opens, her lips are petal soft and her tongue is wet. Virelan presses the kiss to continue into another, an unbreaking line of enveloping lips from which she does not desire any release. It ends when she allows it, easing Violet away and releasing her hold around her waist with a slight push. 

Violet opens her eyes, hands still at Virelan’s shoulders, and breathes out impressed, eager, heavy breaths.

#aaa I hope I did her ok #kisses :3 #dadwc #my writing #violet cousland #virelan lavellan