#who are nothing but cruel vile and mean towards him

[elaichoi]

SIMPLE-MINDED. choi soobin.

# PAIRING: YANDERE!SOOBIN X FEM! READER! ﹏ 𖤐 ⋆ 𓈒  ভয় আবহ. ❟ SYNOPSIS: ❛ soobin is a simple man with simple thinking. life's not as complicated as one makes it to be—so when you, the object of his affection, find someone else pretty enough. soobin has just the simple idea to change your mind—which is, well obvious by ruining his face! ❜

# CONTENT WARNING! violence, mentions of blood and slashing, manipulation, usage of cannibalistic means to describe desire, knife, yandere!soobin, lovesick!soobin, praise kink! male receiving, enabler!reader, lack of empathy, breast play, dry humping, cunninglingus, sexual intercourse with no protection. WC 3.2K

“messy”

you tched, the corner of your lips perked in a condescending smirk as you assessed the disheveled state of the man who proclaimed to love you, and the badly concealed knife he was trying to hide from your languid gaze.

you made a scene out of it. your eyes deliberately moving from his face to his shaking arms he had hidden behind himself.

“you're so messy soobin” you pouted, inching closer to him. his shakey gasps seemed clear with each step you took towards his trembling body—he was such a hypocrite, acting as though he were an innocent lamb when he had just done something that couldn't be done by someone less than a vile human.

soobin stood there, awaiting your warmth to embrace him—although he knew you wouldn't touch him, you had said so yourself. but he still couldn't help himself but yearn, unable to stop himself from reaching out to you phantom touch, albeit retracting within a second, afraid he'd burn himself in your aura.

“couldn't help it huh?” you teased, the smirk marred with cruel intentions, you put the tip of your index finger below his chin, lifting it to see his inhumane eyes, “you should have at least taken care of the blood on it.”

you reached behind him, grabbing the knife from grasp and he let you without any sort of fight, spilling himself onto the palm of your hands, and the cold handle of the knife was stolen away by you.

“whose blood is it?”

“jaehyun’s.”

you grin at his fast response. you were aware whose blood is it, but you wanted to hear it from himself—despite rolling in the pit whatever hell he had crawled out of, he always made you wonder how further he could crawl back into it for his selfish purpose. perhaps you weren't that much better than him, but you pretended like you were—at least you wouldn't get your hands dirty, unlike the man in front of you.

“you liked his face, didn't you?” soobin didn't wait for you to ask him the questions; rather he seemed too eager to let you know what he had done,“ I'm sure you wouldn't anymore. “

your stomach dropped when you saw soobin grin, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears like the inevitable call doom, sinking the cold into your bones, etching the shiver on your back.

you smiled back, “what did you do?"

soobin graciously returned the favor back to you, “why don't I show you?”

he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, cheerfully growing through his phone like it's the most casual request you had asked of him—he seemed relaxed all of a sudden, almost too cheerful.

“I didn't fatally wound him, “ soobin reassured you, “just added a little decoration on his face.”

he turned the phone to show you and on it was a blurry picture of someone laying on the ground with blood emanating off their face, although it wasn't easy to identify but you could tell it was jaehyun.

soobin snatched his phone back, “ just a little slash on his cheek, nothing else.” he explained, “called the ambulance too. I didn't want to kill him after all.”

“now, “ he turned his attention to you, the man who stood before you a few moments ago now completely vanished and on his stead, the person standing in front of you was far crueller than you could imagine, “do you like his face?���

or maybe he's just insane.

soobin was threatening you—the thread of jaehyun’s life depending upon the word that itched the tip of your tongue. one word to his displeasure and he wouldn't hesitate to plunge the same knife back into jaehyun’s throat. the man who stood in front of you wasn't afraid—it wasn't the bravado of a lover but the carelessness of a madman, he would go hound his prey no matter how much they try to hide themselves from him, all he required is one motive and that is where you stood.

donning a similar smile, you cock your head to marvel at the blood that was beginning to dry on the blade of the knife in your hands. a truant sound escaping your lips once you picked yo his gaze that was assessing your each gesture, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you looked down, and the color of the rouge on your cheeks that appeared lively in the dead of the night.

“wouldn't they find you?”

a sardonic smirk etched soobin's comely lips, he shook his head in a no, “jaehyun didn't see my face,”

“why?” he pressed—not a line of shame on his face, the blue of his consequences nowhere near catching the fleeting sense of his conscience, rather he seemed exuberant. soobin's eyes shining like the moon as he demanded to know whether the question was meant for him, something out of love for his welfare, “are you worried for me?”

worried for him? you gazed down on the knife in your hands, at least my fingerprints wouldn't matter.

“why did you come to find me?” you ignore him, “did you want compliments for this?”

“yes.”

he is sick, you knew he was sick and you let him get away with it.

“do you like jaehyun’s face now?” he questioned one again, boring his intense gaze into yours, refusing to let go.

you shook your head.

soobin was suffocating, and volatile. you were aware that he wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, twistedly enough it would be akin to something scarring he truly adored and he couldn't accept it. but the nature of your answer rested on the safety of jaehyun. you were partly to blame for his situation right now—despite knowing the man's tendencies, and you let it get this far knowing what could be one of the outcomes once you push him far enough.

he smiled gleefully—it made you retch. but how different were you actually from him?

you both rejoiced in what you could control—the difference lying where he knew how to give up anything that came to you, and you liked controlling the ledge he had been swinging upon—a borderland of truly far gone. you longed to see how far he could go until the path to coming back had been blurred despite knowing what kind of consequence it would bear for you as well.

“could i kiss you?” soobin asks softly. the ravenous intent melting like in the snow in your grasp. his body closer than before, stalking like thanatos’s conquest.

“hmm,” you murmur in affirmation, seconds to compose yourself before his cold hands cradle your face. his palm taking in the gentleness of your flesh as though he had been kept deprived all his life, only getting to touch a piece of heaven after he had proven himself.

you were swaying such a bad expectation for him to grasp on.

perhaps you were the problem; instead of filling your veins with disgust, the warmth of his breath weaned down the cathartic dam that had been keeping all these diabolic—carnal instincts hidden.

soobin's bottom lip touched yours in a prayer of approval, barely grazing the softness with his sinful ones. you let him in, taking the step to put an end to his hesitation; taking the tender flesh of his lip between your teeth, you awaited for the moment to sink in. you put your arms around his neck to bring him closer, the knife still tightly held in your grasp. he finally relented, taking your upper lip and sucking onto it as if it felt like a taste of amaranthine.

the kiss was everything that you both weren't—wearing a mask of desperation that felt too pure to ricochet off your souls that was nothing but layers of filth—home to the scarlet heart beating within the cage of thorns laced with poison. who says monsters are incapable of love?

you two certainly deny the ancient saying. the fervour as he matches his lips to your rhythm was his nothing short of a choir—the taste of your saliva dancing like nectar on his tongue.

“i want you so much,” soobin confesses, a sizzle at the end of his words, with a touch of regret as he holds you closer, and closer to his body. the barrier of clothes between you two tearing into his flesh like barbs. he is burning from within and he holds you like he means it. his hand sliding off your cheeks to your tender neck and then to the small of your back to hold you chest to chest—a futile attempt to consume you.

soobin wants to devour without sinking his teeth in, fearing the droplets of rubies only when it comes to you but he'd gleefully tear the world apart if it meant he'd earn your approval.

the knife falls onto the floor of your living room with clang, setting off the chain reaction that has him backing you on any sort of surface that he could lay you on—which happens to be your couch. he is on top of you, the lips still attached to your as he undoes his hoodie and hugs you closer. his body was molding onto yours—chest pressed up against each with so much pressure, it was slowly getting too hard to breath. he didn't care about that though—you had given him his signal and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.

soobin moves to the corner of your lips, peppering with mindless butterfly kisses as he goes on to remove the top you were airing, you aid him by raising your arms and letting him take off. the separation of mere seconds has been keening for more as he cradles your waist with little gap between two bodies on top of the couch.

he dives into the valley of your breast on top of your bra like a hungry man, nuzzling deep into the warming, burrowing for more with hands snuck deep in his hair controlling his movements. his searing hands roaming around your waist, soaking up the tenuous skin. his fingers stopping on the buttons of your jeans, quickly undoing it. he helped you shimmy it off until the pants were accompanying your blouse on the ground.

soobin kisses your jaw—his fingers rubbing on your nipples from on top of the bra until they were poking out and you sighed, unable to take the teasing. to ease your discontent, he scooped your boobs out from on top of your bra, his fingers playing with the perky nubs. you moaned when his wet, yet hot mouth engulfed one of them. you clenched into the tuft of hair, pulling his head back but your retaliation only ignited his hunger as he swirled his tongue around your nipple while his other fingers were busy pulling onto the other one. you groaned in pleasure as you felt the feeling build up in the pit of your stomach, it was so achingly delicious—your quickening breath was like a melody to his ears.

pressing his hardened crotch on top of your clothed mound, rubbing deliberately slowly to create friction, and just a little bit to drive you crazy.

you pulled onto soobin’s hair, the pleas dying into your throat and only arising as muffled moans. you were wrapped around his rotten trick—you sacrificed yourself to his trap.

soobin pulled back, meeting your fucked out gaze with his half hooded eyes, his tongue still laying flat on top of your nipple, while the other was enclosed in his grasp, “praise me,”

you closed your eyes, taking deep breathings through your nose. your head was pulled back as you tried to control yourself, but that perverted movement of his crotch on your wet pussy was too much to deny, “you feel so good,” you gritted.

“give me more,” soobin demanded, his fingers sneaking where his crotch and your pussy met. his fingers pried open your folds on top of the clothes, which was basically useless now due to your essence. he pressed his index finger on top of your nub, “do i really?”

you nodded, pressing your lips together, your hands coming to his shoulder to slightly push him off. soobin popped your nipples out of his mouth and replaced it with the finger that was in you panties, all while looking at you with those carmine intentions of his—like he wants to eat you. he was like a whiplash, you could never figure him out. never pick up when he was the puppy wagging his tail in your hands, or the monster that conspired to tear the flesh off your bones and consume it raw.

“you make me feel so fucking good, “ you take his name, giving him what he wants. he grin before sliding downwards to face your ruined panties, your essence dripping all over your thigh.

soobin peeks his tongue out, licking onto the juice that was smeared around your womanhood, making sure not to waste a bit of the ambrosia, moaning into your flesh, driving you closer to the edge of the cliff as he inched towards your entrance. sliding the panty aside, he marvelled at the sloppy sight of it. the mess he had created.

you were right, he was messy.

soobin nuzzled his nose into your entrance with no warning, urging you to gasp as the sensations crashed into you at once—his hot tongue licking stripes on your entrance as his nose pressed onto your nub. you scrambled to sit up and take a hold of his head.

“you taste so fucking amazing,” he groaned into your pussy. the waves of his words sending you to another course of insanity. the white heat that had been building up in your stomach was so, so close to bursting. he increased his pace, lapping into your pussy like a hungry beast, taking all of. the nectar he could collect. he could die there, he used his fingers to penetrate you as the tip of his tongue played around with your clit. you warm hole sucking him in as if it was its second nature. he keeps up the pace until. you're writhing into his mouth, trying to get away from his flat tongue that laid on your clit. he had a death grip on your backside, helping you calm down in his mouth so he wouldn't dare waste a single lick.

“please,” you gasped, your hand trying to get away from soobin’s mouth as you calmed down from the high. your chest was heaving from the repercussion. he didn't reply, his gaze was set on top of your pussy that was still in front of his mouth like a prized possession. both of his hands were under your thighs to have you in the closest proximity of his mouth so he could taste your pussy as much as he could. the tip of his tongue despite not meeting your pussy yet, it created a line of his spit from his tongue to your clit, dribbling until your hole. that was still clenching from the earlier orgasm.

“its so cute,“ he murmured to himself. soobin took two of his fingers and brushed it on your clit before pressing onto your hole until it sank inside and you raised your ass without your realising upon his sudden action. he smirked, and looked at your with a curiously morbid look.

“you want something to fill you up?” soobin questioned, pressing his fingers deeper into your pussy, making you chest raise off the couch at the pressure, “something bigger?” he teased.

you wanted it, you wanted something bigger. there was no denying, you were too far gone.

you reply in a meek yes and within a second his fingers were out of your pussy, replaced by the heaviness of his dick that was still wrapped in his boxer, albeit the black material sopping weight with his precum.

soobin ran his hands over the head of his dick on top of the wet boxer, lulling his back with a groan.

“you see what you do to me?” he taunted you, rubbing his dick on top of the boxer, before finally taking both the pants and boxer out. his dick springing out and laying flat on his stomach with it's angry red bulbous head staring right at you. his fingers cupped his balls as he came down and pressed his dick right onto top of your pussy, that he had laid flat on top of the couch, pressing it until it sank inside your lips.

“you want a taste?”

you don't reply, instead stick your tongue out. he bites his lips at your subtle action that his dick stuffed inside your pussy lips. languidly taking his pre cum he smears it on your tongue but instead of taking his fingers out, he pushes his index and middle finger into you tongue until you close your mouth over it, swirling your tongue to get every last bit of the cum from his fingers.

soobin sighs, trying his best not to cum right there. he takes his fingers out and slaps the dick a couple times onto your pussy before pushing the head in.

you gasp out loud at the sudden ruin intrusion but that wouldn't stop him, he barges in, although there was a bit of opposition, he bottoms out soon enough.

“you were made for me,” soobin groans under his breath as he pushes himself out only to slam himself into your pussy, creating a filthy rhythm of his salacious exhibitions. you were holding onto his arms, digging your nails into arms, creating ribbons of red but he did not care; it only added to his pleasure as he swayed you back and forth, taking you along with the ravacious journey. he fell onto your chest once more, taking your nipples into his mouth as he thrusted into you with an unknown urgency. you screamed out his name, sobbing uncontrollably, as he buried himself further into your heat.

he wanted to be inside you forever, aching to burn in the fiery pit but he was being chased by some sort of divine high.

you yelled out his name in futile attempts as you were reaching another one of your highs—his fingers appearing on your clit to let you off the edge first. he continued

his thrusting his he rubbed your clit and within a few more strokes you were whimpering once more, your legs wrapped around his waist to drag him closer to yourself. his thrusts soon began to cease as he heated his own high.

soobin pulled out and started to fisting himself until there were white ropes decorating your pussy. he slapped his softening dick on top your sensitive pussy to make sure he was thoroughly spent before he fell on his knees, breathing heavily as he observed the way your chest heaved, and the artistry of his carnal desire blossoming onto your chest like an artists optimus primus.

“i love you,” soobin breathed out, submerged into the high he had been chasing, and the scent of the madness he had whenever he was in your presence. he longed for you like the moon, and right now the the moonshine was draped onto his body like a dream come true, and his blood underneath the moon’s fingernails. he is happy, he doesn't care about anything else other than this moment with you.

even though you didn't say anything back. to him.

©ELAICHOI 23-24.

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[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #15 Beauty and the Beast

Imagine dis…

 By definition when you search these two terms…

 beau·ty- noun- a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially sight. 

 beast- noun- Negatively calling a person a beast likens them to a monster and implies that they behave in a crude, brutish, or animalistic way. This use of beast can be especially offensive, especially due to likening a person to an animal. The adjective beastly means monstrous, nasty, vile, or cruel.

 A young man who was discarded by his father for being born as a failure in the sacred line of the Al Ghul empire met a young man whose eyes give you the illusion of clear blue skies while it sparkles like stars above. 

 Danny is the beast while Dusan al Ghul also known as Ra al Ghul is the beauty.

 …

 It was 1013 A.D. The young Dusan also known as Ra al Ghul in the future, was full of life and youth, and was just starting his journey to create a league of his own, when he noticed a young man on the horizon. A traveler, perhaps, but what strikes him his interest is that the man’s blue eyes shine as of all the sapphires in the world or maybe the man/ traveler is unbothered by the scorching sun of the desert sand.

 Ra didn’t know what made him dawned on him, but at a split decision, he asked the stranger what he was doing in the middle of the desert. The stunning stranger just looked at him head-on, with those lovely eyes those eyes, and told him he is just a mere traveler, wandering from one place to another. Intrigued by the stranger’s way of life he was prompted to follow as he too wanted to see the world more than these desert dunes.

 The stranger had introduced himself as Danny Nightgale, short for Daniel. He wore a cloak that has the embroidery of a combination of flowers, skulls, stars, a clock, and some Egyptian polygraph, as it covers his entire body aside from his face. He carries no weapons but a satchel full of things that surprises the young Al Ghul. The first time together they were at odds, seeing that Ra strives for perfection as well as order through meticulous planning while Danny thrives at the chaos around him.

Dusan loved nature while Danny loved the stars, it has been months since they both went on a journey. The number of things that Danny had done that almost caused a permanent heart attack in Dusan to the point he is the cause of his early gray hairs. Both began discovering hidden places as well-hidden cities from all around the world, from the ruins of Gobekli Tepe to the hidden and lost city of gold. They, Danny, befriended the locals and learned and understood with them. Took part in their rituals and cultures. Some may not be as friendly as the last one, He was sure that he and Danny would die from the endless brigade of poisoned arrows that they keep shooting at them, but they still learned from them. Their intelligence as well as languages were thought lost in time.

 Dusan learned many things in the years he had traveled with his friend. Yet his feelings for him changed like the seasons that pass by them. With each passing day, Dusan noticed himself leaning towards Danny’s direction as if he was the sun and he was nothing but a mere moon or a planet rotating around him, how he would find comfort in his warmth and presence, how he could not take his eyes off Danny’s own eyes, how he would beg the stars to listen to Danny’s laugh and how he would indulge himself to listen to his endless rants about a particular constellation. He was not favored by his father for being an albino, but when Danny looked at him, it is as if he hung the moon and arranged the stars for him. He kept sending Danny hints like holding his hand for too long or wanting to be in his presence. He saw that Danny never once looked in the direction of every exotic beauty that they saw. Which made him hopeful but he remembered that he is a prince not favored but a prince none less. But he could not see himself without his life companion.

 It was a gamble per se, confessing his love and asking Danny to officially court him. Dusan planned everything to the very last speck. A dinner using the finest ingredients whilst they were on top of the highest peak of the mountain as the stars shine brightly above them. Moreover, that love between two men is frowned upon. In his family history there have been king, prince, and men falling in love with other men but was written as friends or even blood brothers, Dusan may have believed those scholars if he hadn’t found a hidden corner in the palace, while he was exploring, that contains a journal of his predecessor’s life as well letters he had exchanged with his lover.

It was said that at his marriage the King only slept with his wife until he bore him a son after that it was noticed that the King abandoned his wife, it was speculated that he has another woman or even that the queen cannot satisfy him making her a laughing stock as a woman who never pleased her husband enough.

 Confessing was harder than he thought he would be, Danny who was on the opposite side of the table was quiet. Feeling rejected Dusan dared to look at the disgusted look at Danny but the moment he opened his eyes his eyes widened in disbelief. Danny is looking at him with awe as his cheeks are slowly turning red like the desert mariposa lily flower. Both ended the night after a kiss that the two of them shared as the stars seem to congratulate them knowing found relationship bore more brightly at the endless night.

 Now you would see the two of them walking from one place to another holding each other’s hands. You would see the two of them rest under the endless stars as they both bask in each other’s presence. You would see the sweet smile that Dusan Al Ghul that he only shows to him and only him. How Dusan became so smitten at Danny's mere presence, how he would present Danny with not only the best but the most exotic flowers to present to him. How he would indulge Danny’s wishes, if Danny does wish for the world on a silver platter he would say wait to his lover and present the world on a golden platter.

 But life isn’t a fairytale.

 A king who has a son, his only son dying and at the mercy of death asked for the traveler’s help to cure his child. Dusan saw, dug, and discovered the restorative chemical pools to heal the prince, about to present it to the king to cure the dying prince. Danny who saw the consequence as well as the true nature of the pools tried to stop his lover, but his warnings fell on deaf ears as Dusan thought that this might be the key for his father to acknowledge him.

 It may have cured the dying prince but it drove him mad to kill Danny. As Dusan felt his lover’s warmth leaving his body with each passing minute, he curses the heaven as well himself for taking away his lover his love the only person whom he ever surrenders his heart to.

 Dusan who is the cause of his lover’s death said the lover used his remaining strength to whisper his last words. 

 To me, you are everything. The last several years have been fantastic, and if reincarnation exists, I would have chosen to be yours again and again until the end of time.

 …

 Damian Al Ghul- Wayne was only 6 years old when he stumbled upon his grandfather’s room. It is said that no monks, assassin, or even mother had stepped into grandfather’s chambers or even found the said chambers, and whoever was found it was said they met a painful death. 

 Damian told himself to forget and go back to the useless tutors that his mother had assigned to him, but a small part of him says that a quick peek wouldn’t hurt. 

 Curiosity won as Damian was still a 6-year-old, opening the double doors slowly he was greeted by the darkness of the room. Slowly he looked for any switch of light, as he flipped the switch on, he was astonished at what he saw. 

 The large fireplace above it contains a large portrait of what looks like a younger version of grandfather alongside someone whom he never recognizes. A lean frame that looks like a grandfather towers over him, a mop of midnight hair, ice-like eyes as well the having the aura of softness and warmness in his body language and smile as if the portrait is alive. 

 Looking around he was even more flabbergasted, shelves that contains countless miscellaneous things that the League considered worthless yet his grandfather seems like he has a large collection. Shells that have bits of sand in a large jar, a small floral terrarium, fabrics that contain embroidery of different constellations, a necklace made out of beads and small polished rocks, and many more. He was about to reach a wooden sculpture of what looked like a figurine between lovers when he felt a faint pain behind his neck and promptly lost consciousness.

 When he woke up he was back in the main base of the League his mother explained that he had been asleep for almost three days due to one of the tutors poisoning him slowly, and his mother exclaimed that they were upping his dosage of poison during his poison training as it was embarrassing for the heir to faint from a mere poison.

 Damian kept quiet as he was sure that the explanation of his mother didn’t happen, he may not have seen whomever attacked him from behind but he was sure that nobody had poisoned him. The moment he recovered he immediately went back to the room that he had found, but the moment he opened the door the room was completely deserted; all of the trinkets were gone including the large portrait. 

 He thought that he may have dreamed the said room and what he saw was a hallucination product of the poison in his system.

 But the moment he met Danny, a mid-20-year-old man who has black hair and blue eyes, an owner of a small book café that both Todd and Drake come frequently at the tender age of 11 he began having a strange sense of de ja vu, especially after he saw the man smile at him when he was petting the owner’s pet dog named Cujo.

 …

 Danny decided to have a vacation, after years of becoming the Ghost king and after years developing his eldritch appearance, he had felt bored as he had already fixed the Realms due to the neglect that Pariah Dark had caused, in just a few centuries. He may have his friends, sister, and daughter with him, but even then, his boredom continues to grow every decade. Clockwork had advised him to explore the endless dimension that was connected to the realms. 

 Seeing the appeal, he immediately went straight in, but at the last moment, Clockwork grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and told him that he cannot just go to the human world looking like a cryptid. The mortal plane as well as the locals may not handle his aura and appearance. He reminded the young king, even though Danny became one of them and immortal but compare to the rest of the ancients he is nothing more than a toddler or a child in the eyes of the ancients, that due to his ever-growing powers as well as his titles his mere presence would either kill or make a mortal faint. Pouting at the reason, he asked Clockwork how he would explore the mortal realms when Clockwork handed him a digital tablet, courtesy made by Pharaoh, and told him to create his avatar that can contain some of his powers that connects him to the realms and vanished.

 Danny stared blankly at his avatar, which looked no different from his previous human and fleshy self, and asked if someone introduced SIMS to the ancient of time.

 Carrying a satchel that has an endless space, a gift from one of his subjects that was a manifestation of fans in fandom, people, or topic. 

 He started his journey.

 He never planned to meet a mortal, to sweep him off his feet to the point his nonexistent heart seems to beat for only him. Danny’s north star made him love the green-eyed beauty, the tan skin that looked like the fresh sand of the dessert while his eyes reflect the polished emeralds that they have saw deep in the ocean during their stay in the middle of the Caribbean, as when they have gone for scuba diving. 

 Nor dying while his lover begs the gods or any higher power out there to bring me back, when his Astrophel had dug out corrupted ectoplasm he immediately warned his star but his warning fell on deaf ears as he saw what in his love’s mind, he wanted HIS acknowledgment more than anything. He knew that even though his bright light had told him countless times that he didn’t need his father’s approval his eyes and actions screamed at the mere fraction of attention that he could have if he had saved a prince. 

 Danny prepared himself for any side effects that may affect the prince but he was caught off guard at the immediate reaction of the prince to his presence. He knew that sometimes ectoplasm leaked to the mortal plane what he was surprised is that ectoplasm was affected by the former king, as the prince was straggling him he came to the conclusion that the ectoplasm was affected by the previous king making it corrupted as well it explains his immediate reaction to kill him as he is the one who stood up to the tyrant king.

 As he felt his avatar’s life force slipping away his final thoughts were about returning to this reality to be with his lover. 

 As he returned to the Infinite realms he was immediately whisked away by his knight for another scheduled meeting. 

 After what had felt like centuries, he immediately created another avatar to enter the dimension and be with his lover. When he returned, he immediately noticed that time flowed too fast for his liking. Feeling devastated he originally planned to return to the Infinite Realms to mourn for his lover when he met the scrawniest 6-year-old boy stealing old books from the trash. Even the thin boy on the roof holding a camera waiting for the vigilantes to come, made up his mind and stayed. 

 The scrawny boy he dubbed before, his name is Jason and he lived in Crime Alley with awful parents. Danny would give him real food, light yet filling, to Jason while he would teach the boy to read books. He fell in love with classical books, he was happy to learn that he got adopted by a nice family who can feed him three times a day and he could go to school as well having a warm place to sleep. When he noticed that Jason stopped going to his shop for his usual visit, he was worried. 

 He knew that the boy he grew to love as a brother became a vigilante alongside that Batman fellow, so when he failed to show up, he began to panic. Carrying a handful of posters in his hand, he began spreading missing posters despite that many children are missing in Gotham every day. A rich fruit loop, to which he was sure he is Batman as every rich people who he meets has a secret lair in their basement, approached him and asked for the posters to which he replied that the young boy in the pictures came to his café before he was adopted. He couldn’t do anything to help the boy aside from the warm meals and sometimes sleeping over at his place, He could feel Clockwork’s warning and his connection that this boy has a destiny to fulfill and it mustn’t be disturbed, as he was just starting his business, and other legal and identity stuff, to keep the boy.

 Bruce, the fruit loop introduced himself and said that Jason passed away a few weeks ago. Which Danny would have believed if he noticed Lady Gotham grieving for her knight or bird? He kept quiet as Bruce asked where he got the picture, gesturing at the poster, as he didn’t recall having a picture of Jason with this kind of outfit, Danny answered by saying that sometimes after the kid got adopted, he would still come at his place and just hang out with him. Both became quaint acquaintances as both settle down and drink warm cups of coffee as two people share and tell stories of Jason.

 The thin one came into his life when he noticed a small silhouette in a roof over in front of his shop. A child too thin for his liking was carrying a camera focusing on any rooftop to catch a glimpse of the vigilante. Tim, who introduced himself, loves the vigilantes in Gotham and often would sneak out of the home to catch a photo or two and even a glimpse of the iconic duo. Danny asked himself what good parents wouldn’t notice their child missing every night surely the small eye bags below his eyes is already an indicator. Danny was sure he didn’t add a meta gene in his avatar so why is he getting too close to the family of a vigilante as well as having children who are neglected by their parents come to him? Gave Tim actual food than letting the id starve in the empty house and he didn’t get even surprised when months later he was adopted by Bruce. 

 During Bruce and Danny’s rare get-together, Danny mentioned hardly that having empty nest syndrome does not excuse him to adopt every black hair and blue-eyed child who is potentially traumatized in Gotham. This caused an immediate choke from Bruce and assured Danny and tried to refute him but Danny continued as if he had gone deaf at Bruce’s denial, that it is natural for teenagers to leave the nest and he felt pity and understanding for the butler for his efforts to stop Bruce in adopting every child in Gotham. 

 When Jason appeared and opened the doors to his café with a white streak on his hair as well as getting noticeably larger than last time, he didn’t say anything but prepared his seat in his favorite spot with Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen at one side and a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich on one side. Weakly whispering, Welcome back, to the person he had missed and loved like a brother. Danny knew that Jason didn’t like real-life sappy moments but Danny was just about to open his arms when Jason suddenly rushed to hug the man. Danny began filtering the corrupted ectoplasm in Jason’s system each time he stayed at his café to have a quick snack or lunch away from his brothers.

 It was when he took notice of the youngest Wayne that he experienced de ja vu. He looked like a mini Bruce, he inherited everything from Bruce including the scowl aside from his coloring. His color reminds him of his deceased lover in the desert, he traveled in this dimension in the past and he knew a child assassin in the making when he saw one. He tried everything to give Damian a sense of innocence as he was sure that this one would turn into a Robin at any given moment, going as far as having a menu dedicated to vegetarians.

 That should have been the first warning sign that fate is up to something.

 …

 There has been a spike in occult activities in Gotham and the Bats decided to investigate as there has been evidence of live sacrifice. Their occult problem seemed that the followers of that particular occult are trying to revive the Pariah Dark who was known as the tyrant king as he ruled over under his rule. 

 As they were busting another botched attempt in summoning whatever was named king, they noticed Danny, a lovely café owner by the way, all tied and scratched up but no fatally noticeable injuries and seemed unconscious from the way he laid down. All birds wanted to rush in and free Danny from the tight binding that they were sure would leave a mark and a wound when the sound of shattering glass made all of them look up. A band of assassins accompanied by the one and only Ra Al Ghul the demon head. Now there is a heavy tension in the air as both sides are looking at each other with apprehensive, distrust, and blood lust. They didn’t know that Ra was following them nor his agenda for today but both sides know that no one is going to leave the dimly lit abandoned warehouse unharmed.

 But Danny chose to wake up that very moment to witness the two still not moving an inch from their spot and continuously staring down at each other. Danny would’ve slowly left the scene or even sunk into the shadows to watch both sides when he noticed the supposed leader. Danny felt his non-existent heart begin to beat again, something inside of him recognize the man. Looking closely Danny’s face slowly turns to one of awe and pure love as he stares at the Demon's head.

 In what would have been forever as the tension was broken by Danny who awoke and called out Astrophel while staring at Ra. 

 Batman and company are surprised to see Danny awake but also curse themselves for their luck for Danny to witness this. As Jason is about to pounce at any assassin that tries to harm Danny, they all have their respective jaws drop as Ra responded to Danny by having a whiplash too fast that they were sure they heard his neck crack at sheer speed.

 When they saw Ra and the League in tow, they were expecting a battle and bloodshed, not the fact that Ra looked like he is on the verge of tears nor the amount of emotions present in his eyes, aura, and body language.

 The joy, excitement, peacefulness, overwhelm, disbelief, hope, and nostalgia emitting from Ra made them double check their very eyes as well check their reality because never in their lives would they witness Ra such vulnerability and emotions to the café owner they both love and acquainted. 

 …

 Danny is overjoyed to learn his lover is still in the mortal plane, he is ready for another adventure and journey just the two of them and maybe they would get married this time. 

 If only the Bats both in and out of their costume and civvies would stop getting in their way.

 …

 PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

#batman #BatFam #dc #dp #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #ra al ghul

[george-weasleys-girl]

Enemy Mine Pt. 2

Warnings: cursing, lots of cursing

Summary: Fred takes things too far. Y/N reacts in an unexpected way.

~•~

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Y/N stormed toward Fred.

"What? No good morning?"

"Oh, pardon me," Y/N took on a sugary, sweet tone. "Good morning. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Nothing. I'm doing quite well, thank you. Your concern is heartwarming," Fred replied airily.

"What did you put in his shampoo?!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Who's shampoo?"

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "You. Put. Something. In. Lucas's. Shampoo."

"Me?" Fred placed a hand over his chest in feigned offense.

"Yes, you! And you know how I know it was you?" Y/N's eyes blazed like fire. "Because it turned his hair into snakes! FUCKING SNAKES!"

"Oh dear!" Fred replied. "That must've been so traumatic."

Y/N curled her right hand into a fist. It took every ounce of willpower she had to not punch him in his smug, smirking face.

"Look, Weasley, you can pick on me all you want, but stay away from the people I care about!" Y/N turned on her heel and stalked away.

"Hey, Y/N!" Fred yelled. "How do you know it wasn't a Slytherin? It was snakes, after all."

Y/N whirled around. "Because," she yelled back. "I've never met a Slytherin as vile as you!"

And with that, she turned the corner and was gone.

~•~

Fred watched her stomp away with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Maybe that was a bit much," George said, standing beside his twin, watching the irate girl disappear around the corner.

"What do you mean?" Fred huffed. "We've put stuff in people's shampoo before."

"Yeah," George replied. "But we were just turning their hair hot pink or green or whatever. We've never turned anyone's hair into snakes."

Fred waved it off. "Collins will be fine."

"And what about Y/N?" She's terrified of snakes." George reminded him. "Because of you, I might add."

Fred throws his hands in the air. "It was just a joke."

The younger twin rolled his eyes. "A joke that failed miserably. And you still can't own up to it. Why is that, Freddie?"

Fred folded his arms, pursing his lips.

George didn't expect an answer. But, he didn't need one. He knew the reason. Fred had never handled wounded pride or embarrassment well, and when it involved the girl he was crushing on, that made it ten times worse.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous," George continued, side-eyeing his brother.

"Jealous of what exactly? That stupid git Collins?"

George shrugged.

"Why in Godric's name would I be jealous of that fucking prick?"

George shrugged again, a slight grin on his face. "You tell me."

"NO. Do not even go there, George," Fred's cheeks were burning red. "I wouldn't date Y/N if she were the last girl on earth!"

"If you say so," George said, trying and failing to hide the smirk on his face.

~•~

Y/N sat as close to Lucas as she dared. Madam Pomfrey had given him a sleeping draught until the snakes, which still writhed about on his head, returned to his normal chestnut locks.

Her fury finally simmering down to a low boil, Y/N was able to think beyond trying to set Fred on fire with her mind. She'd long ago accepted that he was an irredeemable asshole, but she never envisioned he would or could do anything this nefarious. This wasn't just some stupid prank. It was a cruel and targeted act intended to hurt her and Lucas. Of that, she was certain. But why? What had she done to garner such vicious vehemence?

Y/N rose and made her way to the window, unable to sit near those hissing, squirming nightmares for very long. Leaning against the stone wall, she braved another quick look at her sleeping boyfriend. Poor Lucas didn't deserve this. He was an innocent bystander. And yet, here he was, traumatized forever because of her stupid feud.

Y/N collapsed onto the empty bed next to her, sinking her head in her hands. This was all her fault. She should've put a stop to this idiocy long ago before people started getting hurt. Too much of her life and her well-being had been wasted on Fred Weasley, and she couldn't do it anymore.

~•~

Fred was still fuming the next morning. How could George, his own twin, for Merlin's sake, believe he was actually still crushing on Y/N? She was the damned enemy. People who fall for their enemy are idiots, and he, Fred Weasley, was not idiot. He'd just have to try harder to prove it.

Watching the entryway to the Great Hall like hawk, he was ready for her the moment Y/N arrived for breakfast. "Hey, Y/N! How's Medusa doing?"

Rather than one of her witty comebacks, she simply looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"What? Snakes got your tongue?" Fred taunted again.

"Leave her alone," one of Y/N's friends responded. "She's not in the mood for your bullshit today."

Fred, completely ignoring her, addressed Y/N again. "Can't tell me that yourself, eh?"

Y/N put her fork down on the table. Standing, she walked toward Fred and his shit-eating grin that just got wider and more disgusting the closer she got to him.

"It's over Weasley. I'm not going to do this anymore," she said, her voice weary. "I can't. You win. Congratulations. Now, please, just leave me and mine alone."

Before Fred could respond, she turned and walked back to her seat. The smile on his face was gone, replaced with a bewildered frown. What just happened? Where was his fiesty girl? He looked to George, who patted his twin on the back. "You pushed her too far this time. It was bound to happen eventually."

Fred's mouth worked, but nothing came out, a million different comebacks lodged in his throat.

"Just let it go, mate," George sighed.

The older twin watched, an unfamiliar tightness growing in his chest, as Y/N put together a plate of food and exited the hall without so much as a glance in his direction.

Fred's eyes stayed locked on her until she was gone, her absence leaving a sudden gaping hole in the crowded room. He didn't want to "just let it go." He didn't want to let her go. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, dwindling his ravenous appetite into nothing. For the first time in his life, Fred was overwhelmed. He didn't know how he felt or what to do next, or if he should do anything at all, and it scared the hell out of him.

~•~

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#fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanon

[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022):  episode 5,  a vile hunger for your hammering heart. tw:  murder, death, abuse, violence, blood, strong language, all vampire things.

* i can't die like this!

* let my dog live.

* it's a kill list in a teenager's handwriting.

* i'm trying to think of something more fucked up than this.

* they'll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.

* don't look down on them, look in the mirror.

* he's an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.

* what does he taste like?

* i didn't ask that.

* you were thinking it.

* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?

* i care for him more than he cares for himself.

* stay out of my head.

* you wouldn't find the corroboration you're seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.

* i know what i'd do, but you've cut my hands off.

* don't do that, it's private.

* what night is it?

* i couldn't hear you over the tugboat.

* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.

* did you read my other ones?

* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.

* you gonna let him do this to me?!

* i've read some passages out loud, i'm afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.

* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one's ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.

* i'm never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.

* get out of my room!

* you want money?

* i mean, it's always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.

* sounds like there's a maniac on the loose.

* don't be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.

* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.

* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?

* that's my daughter's room!

* oh, i'm getting ready for bed!

* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.

* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!

* so much wine in his blood... and beer, and whisky.

* you wanted her, you fix her!

* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.

* who am i supposed to love?

* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?

* well, you're not my type, i like a fuller figure.

* if you could find other vampires, which you won't, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

* how about you shut the fuck up?

* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?

* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!

* i've been entertaining myself.

* i'll kill her soon.

* don't run off...

* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i'd have a handsome husband by now, or he'd be plain with a good disposition. that'd be fine too. i'd be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i'd go to church... you think on that some.

* i had no words for her, what words were there? "it all happened so fast", "i was trying to save you"... "all vampires are born out of trauma."

* poor dear. she wasn't held enough in between ritualistic murders.

* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.

* is that all you think of her?

* it won't matter what your intentions are... it's the world out there right now.

* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.

* i won't have her exploited.

* keep reading.

* keep talking.

* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.

* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note... unfortunates, undesirables.

* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles...

* we should dismantle her room.

* she'll be back.

* there would be no roaring twenties for us.

* we were underground for seven years.

* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.

* little girl... i'm talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you're not allowed in there.

* i don't talk to strangers.

* you can read?

* just as i thought, a little thief. you're coming with me.

* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what's your next move, you think?

* you're not allowed to ride one of those on campus.

* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?

* you hungry?

* flaubert's style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking...

* should we make it a night of the two?

* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i've ever eaten.

* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?

* well, at least you're listening. i sit there thinking "light yourself on fire, see if he'll notice."

* you draw me into your gloom.

* it's your fault she's gone. if you hadn't pushed her...

* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.

* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn't have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.

* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.

* what was he like, your maker?

* it ain't like that, he's more like a dad.

* oh, now there's three of us.

* got me wondering what it'd be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.

* you got a name?

* you don't kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.

* there are four pages torn out... did she tear them out? didn't seem like something she would do...

* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you're shovelling my way.

* don't ask again.

* it could be her, but i'm the one who is presently standing in front of you.

* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered...

* hello? oh, sorry... no, it's good to hear your voice.

* we're headed north... crash cleaned us out. and don't offer, 'cause i'm not asking.

* you look good.

* don't need that either, (name). or... whatever you are that took my (name).

* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so... this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?

* i've come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn't right in my head... i am now.

* apology not accepted.

* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?

* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you're going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?

* if what i've read is lies, then tell me what's true.

* seven years and what's changed other than you need a housekeeper?

* the vampires out there are vicious... oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?

* that's it, keep 'em scared. that's his way.

* we took her life from her. we cursed her.

* come with me! come with me, (name)!

* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.

* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don't stay in it!

* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you're just gonna up and leave me?!

* please, come with me! let's be vampires worthy of your love!

* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper... i never once harmed you.

* let him go... he didn't do nothing. it's me you want.

* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it... i'm never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips... your quivering, hateful lips.

* let go of me.

* anything for you.

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[anya-ackerman]

Soooooo some thoughts of the NSFW variety when it comes to Levi. Nothing graphic, just things that I’ve been mulling over

I personally can’t see Levi as this super harsh, degrading Dom type that everyone always depicts him as. If it’s your thing then it’s your thing but it just feels so antithetical to who Levi is and his past experiences.

For one thing, Kuchel was forced into prostitution in order to provide for herself and later her son as well. A profession that is rarely safe for women. And I highly doubt her clients were very kind with her. And I’m sure, despite Kuchel’s best efforts to shield her son from the nature of what she had to do for them to survive, there was no way she could keep everything hidden from Levi and I’m sure it deeply affected him. Levi, unfortunately, at a young age learnt first hand how brutal and cruel men can be towards women for their own gratification.

Also, in the No Regrets manga, I think it’s why Levi went so far as to, presumably, kill a group of men who beat up Isabel and cut her hair and left her a sobbing mess. Levi clearly cares for Isabel as though she were a younger sister and I think it just got him seeing red. I just firmly believe Levi cannot and will not tolerate any harm towards women. In general I see Levi as kind of “old fashioned”, but those are headcanons for another time.

I personally feel like Levi views physical intimacy as a deeply personal thing, maybe bordering on spiritual. For one thing, for him to even GET to the point of being intimate with someone means he already has to trust them with his life and to actually love them. If anything, I think Levi would be more of a service Dom, if we’re going to use that terminology.

Levi’s main focus is and always is going to be his lover’s pleasure. He genuinely enjoys knowing that his partner loves him and trusts him enough to be vulnerable enough to be physically intimate with him. He’s attentive to his partner and the slightest hitch in their voice or tensing of muscles will get him checking in with them, making sure they’re okay.

And I think what’s vital is that Levi makes damn sure that his partner knows that this can stop whenever his partner wants. The idea of going too far and violating the trust his partner places in him makes him feel vile; no better than the men who would “visit” his mother.

I just can’t imagine him being into verbally degrading his lover, or hitting them or belittling them or what have you. Levi, when he’s being intimate, is all about the praise and the affection and tenderness; in his mind this is another means of physically showing how much love he has for his partner, in a way words never could or can for him. Even if things get rougher, there’s still that core there of him focusing on his partner’s experience over his own.

#levi aot #aot levi #levi snk #snk levi #levi ackerman headcanons #levi x reader headcanons #levi x reader #levi x oc #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n

[aloneatpeace]

Fall Of Empire

NEW BEGINNING '5'

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

Disclaimer - this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

 You, jimin and jungkook sit by the log needing a time from all the people and to let jungkook rest after eating almost everything that he seen as you three tried to find a quite place.

Jimin created a small fire to keep you all warm the night was clamming the loudness seems to be dying down people must be retreating to get a good night sleep, looking up the sky is clear the moon shine with clouds around stars blinking up like white pearls.

“So how is the life like in the castle?” jimin eyes find you as you asking him. He thought about telling the truth about the life at inside the walls. Your eyes filled with hope and curiosity.

He knows that you’re not the only one, there is other innocent women also eager to know and experience life outside their home, it cruel and devesting that once you enter the castle everything change.  

Maybe he can tell you the truth and save at least one from the vile faith but Ameon had seen you, and now you denied Ameon won’t hesitate to use his power and he will be punished as well his friend as outsiders does not know what take place inside the castle.

He chuckles but it lacks humor eyes locked with yours “different as you can tell. It different for knights, maids you know. wake up early do your duty, serve the royal family, protect the royal family. Basically, everyone is servants or slaves for the royal family” as he said the venom in his voice starts to be dominant and Jungkook seems to pick up that he nudges jimin to tone it down

You frown “you seem to dislike living in the castle”

He hums the “dislike is word to put it mildly” he said absent mindedly seeing the deepened frown your face he sighs “it just my opinion. because I do not like to be ordered around, nothing serious”

Jungkook nod “yeah. Jimin here does not like to ordered but he has to, taking that he is a knight”

You nod in understanding wrapping your hands on yourself looking away and silence fall between you three.

Jungkook sees the that you’re lost in thought maybe you were having second thoughts he shoots a look at jimin who shrugs in response.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook, ask you making you glance at him “why are living at woods alone?” he asks when you nod at him jimin is also wanted to know the reason behind.

“Yeah, it is dangerous to leave alone in the woods you know. what if any wide animals attack you”

You let small smile play your lips “Who said I was alone”

Jungkook eyes widen comically large his hair framed his face “you were not alone?” he leans towards you making you lean back towards jimin. “Are you a witch? Do you have the dead to company you?”

You let out amused laugh making your whole-body shake, jimin place his hand on your side preventing you from falling sideway. Jimin smile down at you seeing your eyes shine with happiness totally different from how was your eyes moments ago. A grin take place on Jungkook face as he looks down at you smiling relaxed in his friend arms.

You push gently on Jungkook chest making him lean back “No” you look at him in disbelief as he pouts plum lips full on display with a playful devastated look on his face “should you not be refiled that I am not witch”

He shrugs “I think being a witch is more fun”

Jimin nod squeezing your sides making you look at him a smirk on his lips “and you would make a beautiful witch”

You lightly smack on his chest sitting straight making his hands fall of your waist shaking your heads at them “you two are something else”

“I will take that as compliment” jimin said cockily

Jungkook nod eagerly “I as well”

Taking a breath, you smile at them softly “I was not alone, I had my father”

Jungkook and jimin eyes held sympathy but you did not look at them as you said.

“What happened to him?” jimin ask softly

“He was a hunter He is the best man I know He taught me everything he knows as time goes, He was sick, old age weakened his body which is surprising because he was big man you know” you said with smile flexing your hands as if to impersonate him making them smile lightly “I remember coming to town with him and everyone was afraid of him because how big he was hoseok was sacred to which is funny because he is big softy. Two winters ago, he was gone so”

Jungkook observe you “you are not sad anymore” its was statement

You nod “no I’m not. I was but I learned this is life you can not hold on to your loved ones when the times comes you have let them go you will learn to live with the pain it will be always there but it will get better you just had to hold on to your hope. It is life you know. I was sacred to live without my father, but I knew I have to, besides I had hoseok and I also had my father right here” you point at your chest finally looking at them to see their eyes on you, watching you. “And now I have you both, haven’t?”

“yes” Jungkook and jimin said firmly and hastily they watch you smile at them making them mirror yours with a satisficed hum you start to stand up.

Jimin and Jungkook hastily stood on their feet stretching hands for you to hold on, taking their hands on your hands you stand up and wipe the dust off your dress “come on we have to look for hoseok and yoongi”

The three you search for the two men and found them knocked out inside the liquor store, yoongi curled up on top the table while hoseok on the floor clinging a bottle to his chest. You kneel beside him gently shaking on his shoulder to wake him at least he could sleep on his home rather than the cold floor.

Jungkook shook his head at them walking towards you “do not bother seems like they won’t be waking up any soon”

You look up at him “we can’t leave him alone and shouldn’t yoongi need a better place to sleep?’

“You will be surprised how he can anywhere as he pleases.” Jimin said as he takes the blanket he found around the shop and drape it on yoongi’s figure. “You worry about yourself. I will make sure hoseok reach his home” he nudges the said male with his foot.

Hoseok stair in his sleep purring a small mine under his breath clenching the bottle to his chest a looped grin on his face.

Jungkook nod “huh, you need to go home it I am sure the day had you exhausted you now”

“Oh, I know my way back” you said jungkook smile at you lightly.

“I know but its night let me take you home. It for my peace of mind” he adds when he sees you pinched eyebrows. He opens his palm for you take his hold taking his hand you let him pull you up standing up. You turn to jimin and sleeping yoongi and hoseok.

Jimin stare at you before walking up to you whispering your name “rest well and prepare yourself for your departure we will come to get you in the morning”

“Have good night. Jimin” you send him a smile 

Jimin grins “it is Sir jimin”

“Huh. forgive me sir jimin” you give him a courtesy and beside you jungkook has a soft grin as he watches the exchange.

Jimin takes your hand and press a kiss while holding your gaze with a smirk on his face eyes having the mischievous glint in them.

Jungkook narrow his eyes at jimin sighing at the male “knocking it out. We are leaving” he tugs your other hand pulling away from jimin you finally depart with jungkook with a small to wave your new friend who now also eagerly wave around as if your miles away from him.

Jimin turns to hoseok who sleeping still clenching the bottle to his chest for a minute he is worried if he continues to squeezed the bottle it might break. 

He sighs “this is not what I sighed up for” he making his way towards him grabbing hoseok by his collar. He pulls the male up and throwing over his shoulder and walk out the shop towards hoseok home.

As he walks with hoseok on his back he sees hoseok father on the front of the house possibly waiting for his son to reach home.

Hoseok’s father hastily stood up “is he alright? What happened?”

“There is nothing to worry about, he just drank too much” jimin said offering a smile to ease the father “if you tell me where to lay him…...it would be great” jimin adds shifting the weight of the male.

Hoseok’s father nod and hurriedly walk inside the and leads him to hoseok room, jimin place the male on his bed.

Jimin pop his neck few times letting his body relax.

“Thank you for helping him, sir. If you need a place to stay allow me and my family to help you” hoseok’s father said

Jimin shake his head “it is alright, my fellow knight is allowed blacked out at hoseok shop we are hoping you could let us stay for the night” 

“Anything you want. Wait for moment” he said and walk towards a shelf and take out couple of blankest and pillow “here take this, it the least we can do to repay your kindness. It is going to be really freezing in the morning”

Jimin take the pillow and blanket with a final farewell he retreats to the shop as he does a figure catches his eyes halting in his steps, he sees Aemon standing Infront of the empty shed of one house a small lamp in his hands, he watches a young women stand in there nervously with smile on her face.

Aemon starts kiss the girl, but she whispers something almost like protest jimin starts to make his way when Ameon back away and close the door as he does jimin sees the woman’s pleased look on her face. Soon moan starts coming out the closed door making jimin twist in disgust, he clenches the pillow tightly and walk away.  

You and jungkook walk into the wood the moonlight shine brighter that you decided that you both do not need lamb in his word why you need a lamb when you have a brave knight with you.

“So did you enjoy your time?” he asks as he walk beside you his hands on his sides freely ready to lend if you need to hold on.

“It was amazing and I really love this dress” you exclaim touching the dress, it is so soft and beautiful the color is so vibrant you like it so much that you might wear it very day but that would wear out the pretty dress.

A grin tug on his lips as he watches you touch the dress looking at this as if it is most beautiful thing “it is more beautiful when a pretty maiden like you wear it” he said out loud making you both you stop. Jungkook eyes widen when did he become bold?

“Thank you” you said politely eyes avoiding the handsome knight Infront of you “did you enjoy your time at the festival?”

Jungkook look down “yeah. It was fun we rarely get to be indulged in festival or any celebrations.” He pauses when he doesn’t feel your presence waling with him.

Turning he sees you look away towards the woods where tall bushes are, you look at him with a grin on your face “do you want to see something more fun something more beautiful?”

Jungkook give you suspicious glance walking towards you the moonlight shined down at the both you, his eyes behold yours that light up as you peer at him, your hair strands flowing in the soft winds blooming face with a dazzling smile on your lips.

A smile graces his delicate yet sharp face, you take his hands in yours and walk into the bush that come up till your knee. As you both walk the bushes move making the fireflies fly up, jungkook mouth agape as he taken the view, he watches you slowly run your hands on the bush and more fireflies come up he giggles when some comes besides him. He gleefully run towards you making the fireflies around him fly high. You laugh heartly watching him jump around touching the bushes making the fireflies move from his side towards you.

“Is it truly beautiful” you said making him turn towards you standing in the middle of the filed with fireflies, making you look surreal, almost like a forbidden fruit, so far away yet so close.

“exquisite”                         

Jungkook and you reach your home fairly quick as he insists that the cold was snipping his skin. The walk to home was silent but it was good you both doesn’t find need to fill it with unnecessary small conversation. Jungkook waited until he was sure you had closed your door and comfortably in your bed before he returned the town even though a part of him wanted to stay with you, guard you but he knows that you wouldn’t agree to that not that you are not capable of taking care of you but it was for sake of his peace of mind.      

   

     

The man on the desk read the letter one more time, a dagger lies on the table beside a stack of books and documents scattered around. His large hands gripping the paper with a tight grip that it almost tore apart. He exhales his hair falling on his forehead, he run his hands through his luscious hair. Standing up the he walks towards the fire place and throw away the letter to the fire, the sound of the fire crackling seems to so loud filling the dark room.

He walks towards his window the wind sooth his bare skin, placing his hand on the window hand gripping the window with strong grip the moon light illuminates his room and his large frame, broad shoulders and dark hair. As his shoulder blades shifts as he stands straight, looking out into the darkness searching for the light.

Series masterlist

#kim seokjin x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim teahyung x reader #min yoongi x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jung hoseok x reader #ot7 x you #ot7 x reader #bts royal #bts x you #bts masterlist #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #hosoek x reader #jungkook x reader #yoongi x you #agust d x reader #jhope x reader #rm x reader #jinx reader

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Beckett x wife reader👰⚔

Imagine

Synopsis: A short oneshot of beckett and y/n, spending a night together.

Warning: none

Night fell over the town of Port Royal, the streets no longer bustling as silence filled the air. A cold breeze entered the window of the manor, a girl, who was barely covered in her bed sheets sat on the edge. The girl’s eyes lingered into the starry night, dreaming, wishing, for a better life. The girl was a lady, betrothed to a very powerful man that held no warmth; vile and cruel, he holds no reason to seek mercy in those that need it. That man’s name Cutler Beckett, the owner of the east Indian trading company; he held a great, powerful hatred for pirates. Pirates were the Bain of his existence; he would seek out any means to execute them. The pitiful part of this story was his newly wedded wife, a young woman who shall hold the title of his name. A woman to produce his future heirs toward his company, Y/n Beckett. Y/n wasn’t cruel, she wasn’t hateful, she was benevolent toward mankind. Y/n was bought off from her father, he was persuaded to have grand riches in turn for her hand for marriage. Beckett had no care nor any reaction toward y/n’s refusal, she was his, property to the company, property to him. Cutler wasn’t vile toward his wife, however if she were to speak out mercy for pirates, she would be locked away in her room.

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed staring at the stars above, her mind ran with thoughts of worry and woeful pity toward the lives her husband had executed.

The wooden, painted white door opened with a slight ‘creak’, y/n turned to see her husband standing behind her. Beckett held no expression, no smile, no sadness, no anger, only coldness. He entered the room in an upright stance, placing himself in the bed next to his wife. He laid his head gently onto y/n’s shoulder, his fingers gently stroked her smooth arm. “I often question, what goes on in that pretty little mind of yours” Beckett whispered.

Y/n had no response, she had nothing to say to him, it was just like any other night. The usual routine of her husband coming home, speaking of his succession’s and then falling asleep. Sometimes if he were lucky, he would get only but a single word coming out of her mouth. Y/n placed her hand on her husband’s head, no eye glance toward his way, nor even a smile. She was trapped, trapped in a house with this wicked, cruel man; y/n was broken, she had no brightness she once held. Beckett expected this, he grew used toward y/n’s cold affection, after all, it’s not love she feels for him nor lust, only duty.

“My dear, I brought you a gift, consider this a token of my gratitude” Beckett handed y/n a small ring, a black diamond.

Y/n took a glance at the diamond ring, her mouth muttered out “beautiful”, something Beckett hadn’t expected for a while. In response toward her touching word, he kissed y/n gently. Beckett wasn’t affectionate however, he approved of his wife; he would show her every ounce of kindness that remained.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#beckett x reader #cutler beckett x reader #cutler beckett #cutler beckett oneshot #pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc x reader

[sotogalmo]

9:59

Ever since I've been playing a Evil Food Eater Conchita English cover,,,, I've just been thinking of my FNAF AU: Yard Fire.

Yard Fire Garrett, is a descendant of Gluttony and is a vessel for Gluttony towards the end of his life(13-15).

His goal is to end all evil, by any means. (Did a small writing from head, and I just gotta post it) — tw/cw for cannibalism(not really described but he's eating Will)

“Everyone pays with a heavy price!”

(William Afton & (st.) Garreth Aruther-Burntenberg. Yard Fire AU)

King of the purple yellow Kingdom, and the prince from a small Kingdom from not far away. They are having a meeting, one that the Plum prince insisted on having, due to wanting research on evil.

And it's been rumored that the King, William Afton, is a "bad" man. A cruel man. A vile, crude, and evil man.

Garreth, the Plum Prince who wanted this meeting, is very known for wanting to stop Evil, Malice, from spreading around the world. What he does to people he deems Evil?

He starves them. A person is nothing without food.

...

The people want to refuse that the King will go down so easily against a 13, soon-ish(4 months and then he's 14) 14 year old prince.

....

They didn't expect it to go this far.

A old, calloused, and wrinkly hand reached out to the young prince. The prince didn't like that. Evil is everywhere, and this guy? This King? Was the definition of it.

By the way he treats his children. Favoring the two youngests, and never paying attention to the oldests. How he manipulates everyone with his charms. And how he's the greediest man he's ever met.

He wanted answers to his actions, but he won't allow it. He wants to know why, but it already happened so he shouldn't know why. This is the final result, and it's pure Evil.

Maybe he was Evil from the start?

Garreth, a great and generous prince, from the Plum Kingdom in Beelzenian, went to bite the King's hand that reached out to him.

If he's the definition of Evil, then he needs a punishment worse than starvation.

And this is backed-up with the whole thing he has for Rabbits. They are prey animals.

The King's old.

He may know how to fight, but he's more of a taunter.

He's old, and it shows.

He's young, so very young, but he knows many ways to get to his victims.

Garreth?

He's fast, the King is old and slow.

Biting thru old skin, at first not liking the taste of it. It's weird, dusty, oil, and with many years of making machines. But he tried his best to forget about it. Especially the nails. It's such a disgusting and weird feeling to have in his mouth and throat. But again, he does his best to forget about it.

Food is not always about the first bite.

It's about the last bites that make it worthwhile!

How would he do at the end of this? He doesn't know. But all he knows now, is that he's eating the King.

And it feels, right. Like this was his destiny. Like this is what he should've done to the other people he starved.

... But it weirdly doesn't even fill him up. (He's up to the wrist now. He ate all the fingers. Garreth has a strong grip on William's arm)

It's so weird.

The blood in his mouth, makes it all the more better. Maybe sweeter? Even though it mainly tastes like metal..? He doesn't know how to pinpoint the exact taste of blood. But he doesn't need to.

He's eating and drinking at the same time, practically!

...

This action was a passing thought in all honesty. He wanted to know how the King tasted. He's been starving others just like the King, but he's always thought how easy it would be to cut them up, and stuff his face in their organs.

He thought that they would go away, but they got stronger over here.

He wanted to make it a living hell for William.

#time diary(?) #audrey/kellie's time diary #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #garrett schmidt #william afton #evilious chronicles #fnaf au #fnaf movie au #evillious chronicles au #Yard Fire AU #yard fire au #tw cannibalism #cw cannibalism #garretth's first time eating someone: and its just williams arm. and then that spiked smth in the small guy #he started to like. small animals. and when william got his arm back(not rlly. its a metal arm) and during that he lost Elizabeth #he decided to like. do pay back at Garretth by killing him(executing him). and i mean. Will's a king here so his words are words #to be followed. .... hdhshhdhdhfhdhhdhd #(garreth eats the small animals alive. Mike doesn't mention any of his gluttonous habits cuz he was barely aeound at that time #cuz his mother gave birth to Abby while it was happening. Mrs Schmidt here still wants a boy but its due a miscarriage #she had a couple years ago. But Mike knew Garreth wasn't as innocent as he was mainly portrayed) #fnaf writing #short writing #tw starvation mention #cw starvation #tw implied abuse #cw implied abuse #Youtube

[roseprincesskristina]

Blue Eyes White Serpent ((Naga!Kaiba X Reader))

((Heyo, peeps and peepettes! Princess Tina here to present y'all a very special fanfic I may have wrote something short or not ((😅)), but still a great treat for all the Kaiba fangirls out there. 😊 So, I had an idea in my head for a late Year Of The Dragon event where the multibillionaire genius CEO becomes a tyrannical half hybrid draconic naga known as the Blue Eyes White Serpent, the most powerful specimen as well as deadliest predator in the forest. Now then, hope ya enjoy the story 😄))

Upon this tranquil paradisic environment of a polluted free scenery that is the emerald wilderness underneath the purified orb of morning light like a sunshine pouring its gentle glistening brightness onto the cleansing meadows teeming with harmless naturistic creatures both enormous as well as miniature combined in once, you, a beautiful ordinary young woman who lived alone into the residential abode protectively surrounded by fences other than only several lonesome vegetative trees, are lounging quietly onto the comfort sofa within a decent living room with your legs firmly crossed instead of spreading them wide for an unreasonable purpose whatsoever.

Quietly reading a regular novel in both palms using an exception about holding it with one hand, there's nothing more serene or pleasant than to just simply indulge some quality time studying at ease, sipping silently on a warm cup of peppermint leaf herbal tea to your unblemished lips while feasting your ears to the soothing volume of outdoor music played by the radio as a medium-sized stereo box delivers its harmless waves across the indoor area.

Whistling out a relaxing sigh forming as a songful hum that escapes from your non bacterial lungs during an average activity in the comfort of your own domain, carefully flicking parts about your hygienic hair/bangs aside preventing it to barricade your view on the favorable fable.

Lingering within the mildest cesspool of absolute serenity siding by Mother Nature's courteous palms cherishing both her vegetative homeland and visiting humans conjoined together inside a similar society on this earthly atmosphere instead of one singular race by lonesome, is truly a compassionate utopia to utterly dream of or live into eternal prosperity.

Lacking any form of aching anxieties about further dangers, cash loving poachers, even furious endangered species intending to shoot a ruin on such a perfectly well balanced wonderland of the wildlife just for ruthless ambitions as well as sinful amusements to their cruel liking.

Speaking of something or someone whose completely dangerous as well as cruelly powerful to the core than all three meaningless non threats alongside weak willed vicious animals in the environmental fields, an ultimately superior half draconic serpent headed with efficient hazel colored short hair, deadly sapphire crystalized eyes, a flawless muscular torso that is unscathed from measly predators, then an arrogant demeanor which incredibly possess unlimited arctic daggers yearning to impale any spinless fool who would dare stood in his way impatiently when it comes to apprehending his fresh prey.

His name is Seto Kaiba, predatoric tyrant from the unknown depths of Kaiba Kingdom, secondly known toward every other imperfect underlings of both kinds as the Blue Eyes White Serpent. All have heard, been gullibly frightened of, more so, would become thousands times more foolish enough to oppose or encounter him with countless countless means necessary, of course if they are fully prepared to face their optionless demise by the cerulean serpentine's supremely devastating attack so vilely indestructible called White Lightning Burst, a terrorizing element for which he unleashes the blazing energetic aura carrying an issueless control once accumulated an abundance of power and then, fires the atomic winter lighted beam from his mouth to instantly dismantle imperfect foes as well as human garbage from his sight.

He demands no wretched equal, disgusting friendship or measly tag alongs. Most importantly of all, nothing in this circle shaped ball decorated of sea as well as ground will ever measure upward to the glorified predatory emperor of power. For every single goal shall always descend into his claws, never forgetting about taking anything he desires by force.

Sauntering aimlessly throughout the lively pillaring pine woods holding an empty bucket in your hand by a handle to fetch some clear H2O, you unhastingly began to feel the mellifluous gale generously caressing on your fairly smooth skin alongside your gorgeous locks as you allow it to do so.

Accompanied with innocent hearted quadruple feathered birds greeting in a sweet loveable chirp to you until one of them glided over to your shoulder, petting it with a finger onto the head writing a warm smile in your expression.

Finally arriving toward the majestic lake after an "exhaustingly" long stroll around the green maze, possessing no signs of complaints, you advanced closer to the elegantly crisp liquid with a pale in two hands being prepped for liquid hunting, bending down cautiously to scoop up a small pint of water from the gigantic puddle heretofore returning to the house.

Suddenly, out of the blue, there was a menacing hiss that emits somewhere into the territorial grounds following with several soundings of rustling bushes caused by an anonymous reptile, however, it wasn't an original snake or a large andocanda. Instead, it is yet a much colossal encounter for some people like you to watch out for, or act literally concerning about warnful encounters.

Becoming extremely cautious of your unprotective surroundings, wielding a water filled bucket toward your chest, the sibilated sound has started to increase thus closely, poking out its deadly iced peepers throughout the bushes straightly at you to observe your species. This time, an unknown noise have chosen a better victim, one who poses as a helpless little damsel foolishly lost her way inside the center of a jungle.

"Hmm.... What do we have here.....? A defenceless little bitch with no proper sense of direction whatsoever? How utterly curious...." The darkly voice mutter inaudibly, spying on you without notice as it soaks its lips by the long tongue slowly rotating.

Lastly, without any additional volunteers present, including other differential females to appear as well as come up here to bravely obtain the rap, that defenseless young damsel....is you. Having no plentiful time to ponder about retaliation nor attempting to seek for a safe spot to hide, you decided to run away from the unstoppable threat immediately deserting behind a bucket of cool water afar of the bayou earlier without looking back.

"Heh.... That's right, you impudent little bird.... Fly away to your nest.... As far as you hardly can... For it'll only be a matter of time until I apprehend my sweet meal without breaking a pathetic sweat...."

Unexpectedly behind, an inescapable pursuer exceeds the average speed of pathetically slow beasts such as cheetahs, foxes, the other types also by his ginormous wings atop of his back. Making this useless game of cat and mouse as effortless as solving a diamond theft case to his part. You started to flee even faster to your hardest than ever before, especially when your own well being is at stake or in peril. Unfortunately, it was already too late for you to reach toward your household as your chaser's tail unnoticeably grabbed you from nowhere.

A shocking gasp flows right out of your mouth due to an easy apprehension, your body has been sealed by a beastly grasp of a coil as you inaugurately tried to struggle yourself free out of this predicament. Afterwards, a devious chuckle is now magnifyingly heard towards you, belonging to none other than the legendary tyrannical dragon naga himself.

"Well well.... Look what I have caught in my tail.... A naughty little treassser who ignorantly filched something that doesn't belong to her... Just my luck..." Spoke the cockingly handsome brunette, slowly revealing his extraordinary self with a carving smirk on his boned face while restraining your every move to scram safely.

Gulping in infinite silence with a side of an undoubtable petrified look into your eyes as you first witnessed your merciless captor in the flesh, Kaiba can actually sense your unfleeing fear too clearly. Slithering toward your helplessness then extending his hand to cup your soft cheeks, he coyly tsks.

"Foolish little tramp... Haven't your idiot parents ever told you not to steal someone's important possessions without consent? For example, my luxurious bathing pond?"

Now that you really thought about it, since the early day where you went onward at a pond to grab some water before this incident had occurred, you have infiltrated his most restricted but also secretly rare kingdom, it all come back to your senses.

Your pupils redirected from the ground to his, bowing your head an apologetic matter for infiltrating his formal property. Although that the all mighty remorseless half snake such as him would always turn down as well as refuse to accept anyone's blabbering apologies for wasting his flawless time, which he never does, he had some occasional ideas on what to do with you instead.

"Fine then. I'll accept your little apology for now. But on one condition..."

Your head once again starts to nod as you would listen to him very closely, doing your best to not get on his nerves, waste his competent time, or piss him off quickly.

"Until you will learn to stay out of my domain and to know your place like an obedient little pheasant, you'll become my personal slave for the rest of your worthless life. Otherwise, your precious little body belongs to me only. Nobody else can have you nor will you go back to your ridiculous home. You obey only to me. Understand?"

Thirdly, you had no choice but to offer him a covenant nod of your head complying to his utter whim without resistance. His smirk grew slightly wider at your response.

"Good. At least you learn your lesson by now, little bird. Never invade my personal territory again or I will have the pleasure of devouring your slutty body whole myself. So you had better remember that and do as I command. That's your first order from now on." He demanded coolly, having you to reply at his command simultaneously.

"Mmm... That's better. You're beginning to behave yourself like a good little tweetling for once. Despite your puny resistance against my maximum superiority or foolishly attempting to escape my reach, you would do well to satisfy my needs. Whether you will like it or not...." Grinned Kaiba, still holding your damageless face in one hand yanking it closer to his.

"As of right now, you will address me as "superior master". Meaning that I alone will dominate everything in my path by force. That includes you too, birdie~ Just so long as you don't disappoint me any further like the repulsive lot~, that is...."

Casting aside a now forgetful misunderstanding accident to the breeze, Kaiba initiated his seductive personality into complete secrecy just for you, reaching his face over to yours before impaling your lips deeply with his. Traditionally, presenting a slightly painful nibble unto your soft thin neck first. A whimpering moan hurls afar of your lovely maw as he then bit into it. Symbolizing you as his personal irreplaceable slave for eternity.

Lastly, the moment of truth now arises from its slumber as the draconical genius directs his attention from the bitten neckcollar, aiming it toward as well as laying dual clawed hands on your heavenly puff cheeks to gladly consider your apology with acceptance of a kiss.

"And as for your apology, I will declare this....acceptable. In other words, you'll forevermore belong to me, my troublesome little bird~...."

His cold thin line lips has been granted an honor to jammed them into your sweet warm ones so deeply and with enough white energy inside his hybrid anatomy, extra hungrily to only absorb an ever living breath thoroughly from your lungs. You respond this harden osculation properly despite yourself becoming unable to be released from the coiled up position.

Endlessly making out along with the ocean eyed naga holding your body close into his smexy arms in an embracive cuddle, sharing each other's tongues, this too, will surely be of your magical once and a life time fantasy you'll never wish to forget or ignore at all. Rearranging from a decently singular girl, to accepting of being Seto Kaiba's cute little love slave forever, disregarding about you not asking for this.

All has becoming fascinatingly perfect for the both of you. Regardless of the polar opposites in the world, Mother Nature, not to mention a treasured relationship between Kaiba as well as you, has hardly ever been this gracefully harmonious.

"You're all mine now, my helpless little slave~...."

The End

#yugioh #duel monsters #seto kaiba #kaiba seto #naga kaiba #reader insert #year of the dragon #naga

[handfulofmuses]

@disassnbler cont. here

Doll grits her jaw together, the frustration boiling over. Every word that comes out of his voice processors does nothing to help. He doesn’t mean it. His words, his actions, they are nothing but a cruel facade, designed to deceive her into dropping her guard. Intended to strike her down when she least anticipates it.

All she wanted was to find answers but it was the human who attacked first. She had hoped that after they fell for the trap that this would be the end of them. The end of V.

But even with V’s presumed demise, the anguish of loss persists, a relentless ache that threatens to consume her entirely. Nothing can ever bring back those who have been cruelly ripped away from her existence. Their absence was nothing more than a haunting reminder of the irreparable damage inflicted upon her. Yet, there is solace in knowing that the monstrous being responsible for their senseless slaughter is no more. Her parents can finally find peace, knowing that justice has been served.

As for Doll? She was still unable to let go, the haunting recording of her parent’s agonizing death was like a persistent echo that played constantly. A cruel tapestry Doll refuses to let fade. Why should she let go? Why should she release the memories that fuel her every move? Why should she just forget what happened to them?

Why was he here? Does his presence mean that the vile creature who did that to her parents was still around as well?

Fury courses through her circuits, fueling her actions as she summons a pair of knives, her grip tight and unyielding. With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, she launches them towards him, slicing through the air with a resounding force.

#disassnbler #;Corrupted Systems (Doll)

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Characters/dynamics in ASOIAF that were confirmed by GRRM to be partly inspired by I, Claudius

Stannis —> Tiberius

Admittedly, not the later post-coronation Tiberius who becomes a perverted tyrant, but the pitiable Tiberius who desperately wishes to be loved and is extremely vexed and miserable by the awareness he isn’t. Every time l remember Stannis being based of Tiberius, I can't help but cackle and then I want to cry. That is such a mean thing to do.

The Cressen POV chapter makes it abundantly clear too, specially when Cressen compares him to his brothers.

Also,

"They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned?"

"Well, don't bother on my account! I'm sick of it! The gods know I've done my best! He never liked me. Never!"

Tyrion —> Claudius

Tyrion & Jaime —> Claudius & Germanicus

Tyrion & Cersei —> Claudius & Livilla

This one is very obvious if seen through the familial relationships. Cruel parent who hates them and openly despises them, a brother who loves them dearly, a sister who makes their life miserable. Both of them suffer through the populations ableism, both end up in positions of power where they exceed all expectations. Claudius is though much less vile than Tyrion manages to become over time.

Characters/dynamics in ASOIAF I think have a few uncanny parallels to characters/dynamics in I, Claudius.

Genna —> Julia (Is far more intelligent than people assume, more politically savvy than their husbands, “was beautiful but became fat”, the aunt who was loving and kind to their disabled nephews who suffered greatly at the hands of their families)

Joffrey, Tyrion & Sansa (and maybe Ramsay, Theon & Jeyne if you squint) —> Caligula (Unhinged evilness mocking the disabled and diminished characters + forcing them into sexual acts with younger and very scared girls), Claudius (disabled character taking a protector type of role towards the girl while continuing to be subjugated by their mutual abuser) & Messalina (younger girl forced into marriage by their abuser)

Robb, Jon, Theon—> Germanicus (Golden boy of the world, a prodigy at councils and battles, close relationship with mother and sibling hated by mother, has the loyalty of many even after death, wife continues condemning the murderers of her husband), Claudius (looked down upon by the rest of the world, the family’s shame, rises above the expectations of the world into a position of power), Herod (libertine, smiling immigrant living in a foreign place with politically superior family since childhood, misses his home but is practically a stranger there (although he is the heir), family is crazy, ultimately betrays best friend and is “punished” for it)

Jaime, Cersei & Joanna —> Caligula, Drusilla & Agrippina (“what do you mean my kids are being incestuous? They are just very close and loving, but there’s nothing wrong with- oh. Oh. OH.”)

Targaryen dynasty —> Claudian family (

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Petyr & Lysa (and if you squint Sansa) —> Sejanus & Livilla (Rose to power through carefully working through rulers, always aspires for more, seduces noble woman into poisoning her husband for his political gain (and if you squint Helen (was seen as a romantic threat by the women that were supposed to protect them and thus almost killed) )

Bran —> Claudius (I know that GRRM has openly said he based Tyrion on Claudius, but right now (probably tainted by the fact my legs aren’t working properly either), I think he might have unconsciously based Bran on Claudius more than he thought.)

Both of them are prophesied to become important characters in history, both of them deny and defy that destiny, both of them initially actively dislike the idea of becoming such figures (Bran wanted to be a knight, not the Three-eyed Raven, and Claudius wanted to reinstall the Republic instead of becoming Emperor himself) and both of them end up accepting it when adviced by very dear and trusted friends

The connection to their respective wolf cubs.

Disability and ableist aliases (“Claudius the Cripple” “Bran the Broken”)

Being lovingly referred as or compared to monkeys by friends

Surviving a lot of stuff most people wouldn’t survive

Their childhood love interests/crushes are young, friendly, joyous, agile and adventurous girls. I find it also a little remarkable that Meera is a huntress while Camilla is the Etruscan name for the Greco-Roman goddess of the hunt.

And well, if going by GOT both of them are unexpected rulers who never had that ambition for themselves, but somehow ended up as Emperor/King

Probably a stretch, but I think there might be something there (but it’s still a huge stretch)

Ramsay & Roose —> Nero (flamboyant, ugly but fashionable, brutish heir with a flair for the dramatics) & Agrippinilla (brains behind the death of the former ruler, despises their son but uses them as a tool and sets them as heir (and if going by GOT both of them are also ultimately killed by their sons) ). If going by non-canon I, Claudius, but instead simply by Roman history, another detail that could add to Ramsay=Nero, could be the existence of Sporus (Theon), Nero’s third wife. A young handsome boy who caught Nero’s attention, something very tragic. Nero “fell in love” with Sporus and thus, raped him, castrated him, married him (yes. He was emperor. This is not the craziest stuff to happen in Rome), forced him to behave and be perceived as female and referred to him by the name of Popea Sabina (Reek-Heke), his former wife and a gift from his (adopted) father. Basically, he forced Sporus into taking the identity of a deceased person and built them to become that person….sounds awfully familiar if you asked me…

Not a stretch, but the similitude is simply very superficial: The Tyrion/Sansa wedding and the Claudius/Urgulanilla wedding have some obvious resemblances too. The height difference, the public mockery and humiliation, non of the people in these weddings being particularly excited about the wedding night (although for different reasons. (Urgulanilla is a lesbian (Although, who knows, Maybe Sansa is one too...))

Also if Tiberius=Stannis, then here is a complicate done Melisandre=Thrasyllus position + Livia's ambitions. We love two messy prophetic divas who can't make clear visions about the future and are working for some very disagreeable men because the even more disagreeable women in those men's lives asked them for it. On the other hand, Melisandre is much more ominous than Thrasyllus, if anything her perseverance and her belief in Stannis as the prince who was promised is more reminiscing to Livia's never-fading ambitions for Tiberius to become emperor, mixed with her "prophetic chickens". Davos acts as an opposite. His position of advicer and hand is closer to that of Livia's, but his personality is much closer to Thrasyllus' anxious, "I just want peace", and affable personality.

#asoiaf #reading the books simultaneously is leading to some minor observations #speaking

[ne-videl]

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

♡

yandere archon Zhongli x mean fem reader

Morax turned your new life into hell and you despise him for that.

MDNI, sub then dom then sub Zhongli, yandere, unhealthy relationship, forced marriage, kidnapping, just very very unhappy and abused reader, sexual violence, slight violence from reader, nsfw?? or just heavily suggestive, poor english!!! please tell me if I forgot anything ><

word count: ~2k

a/n: hiii everyone! welcome to my first post!! as a fellow yandere x reader enjoyer I decided to share some of my own stuff here. (it took a while bc translating any of my work is hell)

I hate violent and domineering yanderes so at the end geo grandpa gets what he deserved for being toxic ^^

I think Zhongli was a menace in his youth and you can't change my mind.

basically we just turn mean and cruel yandere morax into pathetic yandere morax

bon appètit.

you push your fingers deeper, harder, making his knees tremble and his back arch.

Zhongli exhales noisily, pressing his heated face against the cold wall.

you squeezed his throat with your long, musical fingers: the lack of oxygen made his heart beat even faster.

"why...?" he whispered with a hoarse moan, turning an intoxicated, misty gaze on you.

"for you being alive."

____*:･ﾟ✧

your new life was good, even better than the previous one – you thought. kind and affectionate parents, friends, little shop in a little village. little people doing their little things.

when you realized you were in the game, your new body was about three years old. "Liyue" fell from your mother's lips, and that was enough for you to understand.

"what a strange Liyue they have here... still in it's cradle, perhaps." – little you thought, concentrated on sorting out bright and shiny stones, sitting on the porch of your modest house.

over the years, little girls turn into beautiful women: with pink cheeks, delicate skin and lips with the color of fresh peach tree fruits.

when you, bright and beautiful you, working in the shop of your dear parents, met a man with amber eyes, you were sixteen.

even at the first glance you recognized your deity. beaming, you greeted him from behind the counter. the only answer for you was silence and his heavy gaze.

chrysanthemums silently looked at you with their curious heads, standing in a vase on an old table top.

when Morax came for the second time, you realized that he was here for you. all that remained was to silently say goodbye to mom and dad, cheerful girls at the neighborhood and to kind elders of your tiny village: you will never see them all again. while he was leading you through the corridors of his cold palace, clutching your little hand until it hurt, you were saying goodbye to your old life. It was impossible to even think about who you were before: it was as if she didn't exist anymore at all.

you wanted to cry.

from that day on, you began to hate chrysanthemums.

____*:･ﾟ✧

day 345765. your 948th anniversary is approaching.

life is akin to hell.

warrior god knew nothing about love. you've already lost count of the nights you've had to perform "marital duty", waking up with back pain and counting bloody red hickeys on your delicate skin.

your husband's stamina could only be matched by his insatiability.

you examine your neck, covered with bitemarks, with the gaze of a pathologist looking at a corpse before vivisection.

what a vile, gut-wretching sight.

over the years, the personality of geo archon's spouse has suppressed the personality of the one you used to be. and the attachment of a girl who spends the night playing videogame towards her favorite character no longer existed at all.

only hatred remained. blind, caustic, it alone forced you to get up in the morning, waiting for never coming end of this nightmare.

someday you will make him regret that he was even born into the world.

he wasn't the character you loved: not Zhongli, not the funeral parlor consultant. only person you knew now was Rex Lapis, lord of geo.

he alone was capable of destroying your pride: tearing off all the sparkling jewels from you, depriving you of the shine of false power with which you methodically surrounded yourself with decades.

it was making you angry, irritated to the point of trembling in your hands: it made the inferiority complex tear your chest with it's disgusting little claws and wail plaintively. he is the master, and you are the property.

you aren't trembling under your husband's steady gaze. you didn't like being alone with him, but on every night you spent together, your posture was stiff, like an unbending bamboo shoot. haughtily raised chin and burning eyes. burning not with passion, no. with disgust.

"I..."

I belong to you. the words you've said at least hundreds of times by now.

"I hate you. I despise you with every little piece of my soul."

Morax greedily bites into your lips, and you feel your skin cracking under his sharp fangs, while hot hands painfully squeeze your shoulder under the silk hanfu.

painful. disgusting.

he takes you, as he did on many nights before: cruelly and vulgarly.

and you scream, you grin at his impassive face: you promise your husband that someday you will kill him, will wring his neck. that you will hate him for the rest of your endless life. you desperately tear the skin of his broad back with your blunt nails, growling and whining like a hunted, beaten dog.

Rex Lapis licked the blood off a fresh bite on your skin.

pulling the maid by the hair, who dared to chatter right in your ear early in the morning about how romantic it all was, was quite in the spirit of the "noble spouse", known for her more than bad, bilious temper.

"nights and nights long, oh, what a passion! what a burning, beautiful love!"

you are so lucky, madam.

girl is sobbing, with her head pressed against the wall. you hiss, venomously and viciously, tightening your grip on strands of her hair with tenacious, elegant fingers.

"stupid bitch. romantic, huh? you think I enjoy it? what, want to take my place?" – frightened maid runs out of her mistress's luxurious bedroom in tears.

you were jealous of that innocent girl. a girl who was able to cry when after being raped. who could see something beautiful in trivial things. who probably had a loving husband and family. that pathetic maid was better than you, an icy cold shell of a human driven only by hatred and a thirst for revenge.

you pursed your lips in disgust.

you developed a habit of despising everything that was better than you.

____*:･ﾟ✧

you always loved music, and over time you became very fond of playing it on your own. it helped to keep your mind in order.

whether it's a guqin with silk strings or an elegant erhu, or, a more exotic one, a lacquered piano brought especially for you from Fontaine – over time you have mastered every available musical instrument perfectly.

it was a good way to keep yourself busy, to not think of useless things. you've had more than enough time in a couple thousand years to master all this.

thin fingers drum on the keys: furiously, with malice, while the piano obediently gives out note after note.

Morax loved listening to you play, especially erhu. his delicate dragon hearing gravitated towards graceful, gentle melodies. even in this matter, your opinions did not agree: you, his spouse, loved to play music so that the maids, shuddering, thought why their mistress was furious once again.

you had beautiful hands, as befits a great musician; and with those beautiful hands you were concentrated on running your fingers through your husband's long hair.

the tips of the strands shimmer with amber in your delicate hands.

you never took the initiative or showed affection, and Morax, although genuinely surprised by such a sudden request, gladly complied. it was nice to feel the gentle touch of your thin fingers, occasionally touching the scalp and sending shivers down his back. low, guttural rumble came from his chest as he closed his eyes in euphoric bliss.

you put the jade comb aside.

"indeed, what a beautiful hair." – you drawled indifferently, noticing the hot blush on his neck, which burned even more after you pulled harder.

indeed, beautiful. how nice it would be to hit his head on an expensive countertop, wrapping it around your fist. how he would react? you would really like to see tears and fear in his bright eyes.

"beauuutiful..." – you hissed with a caustic sneer at the very ear of the lord of geo, pulling especially hard.

your husband's uncharacteristically high-pitched moan was your answer.

____*:･ﾟ✧

with each millennium spent together, your spouse has become softer. calmer, more respectful towards you. and even if you still noticed the possessive twinkle in his amber eyes, it was incomparable to the fire of poisonous passion that burned in them once.

at least now you were allowed to manage your own time. how generous of him, to end your imprisonment within the walls of the palace – you thought with caustic sarcasm, picking up another glaze lily for a bouquet.

now you even had friends – if that's what you could call the adepti and other loyal companions of Morax. all of them, of course, sympathized with your situation, but never made any attempts to help. they didn't interfere – no one ever did.

the sunset was blazing bright orange – or scarlet, or pink – didn't matter. you frowned, looking into nowhere.

Guizhong plopped a large bouquet of glaze lilies into your hands, snatching you out of your gloomy thoughts, but immediately running away in embarrassment.

"and why?" – you felt the urge to roll your eyes, but pulled yourself out of the annoying habit. goddess of dust, although considered you friends and did not hide the fact that she liked you, the wife of Morax, alone with you trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind.

piercing, cold eyes slid to embarrassed goddess, and you tried to give her a smile: the best you were still capable of, if were capable at all. so that it doesn't look like a facial muscle spasm.

"thank you. they're pretty." – goddess of dust smiled back: bright and sunny. in your gaze, for a second, shifted a non malicious envy, with which elders who have lived a long, harsh lives look at children. you yourself forgot how to smile like that a long time ago.

yes, perhaps you were really a little jealous of Guizhong. of the fact that she did not meet Morax as a young and cruel deity. the lady of the Guili Assembly knew him as wise and merciful, her faithful ally and reliable support. you didn't blame her for that, but you still couldn't help a slight tremor in your hands at the sight of your husband having a pleasant conversation with his friends.

well, after another millennia, Rex Lapis has come to love having pleasant conversations with you too.

"lovely flowers." – Morax patted you on your shoulder, smiling tenderly, but you, however, did not consider it necessary to respond in kind.

"Guizhong gave it to me." – you mumbled dryly.

"I see. do you like her?" – geo archon leaned closer to you, affection shining in his amber eyes.

"I don't know." – you closed your cold eyes, without taking your tired gaze from the bouquet.

Morax kissed the top of your head, and you twisted your face in disgust.

____*:･ﾟ✧

war of the archons died down with great noise, bringing destruction and devastation. having lost many, Morax took his place among the Seven.

and even Guizhong, sweet and kind Guizhong, fell victim to this massacre. although, of course, for the wife of the geo archon her death and the deaths of many others were not as much a blow as for himself.

slender fingers pluck the strings of the erhu, playing an elegant, long-drawn melody.

"[name]. I know you hate me, but still-" Rex Lapis looked at his wife with deep, sick affection and sadness in his amber eyes, like a beaten puppy, – "but still, please..."

you lift your eyelids, giving him a cold, indifferent look, and put down the instrument.

"you do not worth pity." – you say dryly, pursing your lips, – "at least not mine."

Morax rests his head on your shoulder, desperately inhaling your scent, as if afraid that you will disappear.

"please. just this once. help me just once, I beg you." – you feel the hot moisture staining the silk of your hanfu.

your beautiful hand rests on the top of his head, and you hear a noisy intake of breath, and his fingers tightly grip your forearm in a desperate embrace.

your little god is so pathetic. how disgusting.

see, how simple everything turns out to be? beg, even better if you cry, and maybe I'll feel a little sorry for you.

but you both knew that you would never allow him the luxury of your pity.

your tenacious fingers grabbed his hair in a firm grip, and you lift his head so that your husband looks into your eyes. into your cold, mocking eyes.

the only thing you desired to see in your former tormentor's gaze was fear, but even in that matter he disappointed you. Morax was looking at you with the same sick love that you had never been able to get used to over the last millennium.

you were waiting for fear, hatred, anything, but not this.

you huffed, relaxing your grip. your husband's arms wrapped around your waist, and he rested his head on your shoulder once again.

"you can be cruel. you can shout at me or hate me. you can do whatever you want with me, just please, please... don't go away."

there was no answer for him.

____*:･ﾟ✧

warm midday sun illuminated the domain in the Aocang mountain. fluffy clouds floated overhead while you sipped fragrant herbal tea, entertaining yourself with conversations with the Guardian of the Clouds.

"Zhongli, huh? how sweet. well, why don't you invite him to have tea with us?" – you giggled venomously, enjoying the intense gaze of the adepti. – "I will be more than glad to see him once again."

guilt will always follow geo archon, you will make sure of this.

you will be glad to see his sadness again, to hear the regret in his voice, and maybe, maybe even laugh a little when you'll see the same pathetic obsession in his eyes.

because it doesn't matter if it's Morax or Zhongli, he will always come back to you.

geo archon will always desire, and you will always despise.

always. forever.

thanks to everyone who (for strange reason 🤨🤨) finished reading this!!! honestly I was so scared to post it and my english is probably awful uuuh

maybe I'll post something else but it'll sure take a while bc as a said before, translating any of my stuff takes a shit ton of time

bye!!

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #sub yandere #yandere genshin x you #yandere zhongli #sub zhongli #yandere morax #yandere x you #yandere x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #yandere genshin smut #yandere #misha.writes

[pharaalex1]

Just Us

“The envy I feel towards the moon and sun is undescribed.” Lilac colored eyes shifted with a questioning glaze briefly to the man standing beside her. The pair was watching the moon peaking from behind the clouds in the dead silence of night with only the minimum noise of insects and nearly forgotten company party in the background. The questioning glaze returned to the scene before her not expecting an answer from her silent companion, but it was what she appreciated in him and his usual behavior of calmness and unbothered personality. Compared to the demanding friends and associates they interacted with daily it was refreshing and recharged their social battery for their sanity but, it was preferably done within one another. Nothing had been spoken between them before, only the subtleness of their secret eye contact that for them meant recharge was more requisite and with the simple signal the plan of slipping away from conversations unnoticed by people around them went into effect.  

Now here they were soaking up the peaceful silence within one another and staring at the moonlight sky peeking from the clouds and dancing with the star that littered the sky. “The envy of not being the one to greet you when you awaken and not being the last thing, you see is just a fathom pain I feel daily.” The moment he spoke there was a compelling need for her to listen but the moment she looked at him she was faced with the most emotion she had seen from him. Jade green eyes showed more emotion than his stoic appearance but when lilac met that gaze then the seriousness of the statement was apparent. No one spoke only the piercing star of jade green with the anticipation of a positive outcome was focused on.  

“I’m broken...you can't possibly love me. I’m a mess listen to everyone, and steer clear of the idea of love with me.” The response was softer than a whisper and no one else would have caught it but the meaning to him was clear. He planned for this. Her resistance to him because of the vile men before him. The ones who betrayed her trust. Mistreated her body and didn’t see the beauty she had, from her bubbly personality down to the stubbornness of always helping those in need. He saw it the moment they met. That moment. That moment when watery eyes met his after he intervened when I fan was becoming increasingly demanding with lack of boundaries. She promised to thank him properly but that promise started something more. It became the foundation of this codependency they had on another to not only save them from drowning in themselves but the world around them.  

“Someone like you is never damaged. You put your trust in the wrong people and in return you suffered. IT was never your fault but those who were bold enough to misuse and misguide you. Thinking you’re broken doesn’t mean you are not fixable. I’ll build you back up and be by your side to protect, love and be supportive of the woman I know you are...If you will allow me to be -” The sentence was cut short with the short stature woman colliding into his chest silent but shaking. “You can cry, you can push me away...my feelings will never change.” The atmosphere was shifting as small shakes turned into sniffles then quiet sobs as she spoke in the unwavering broken voice, “It’s always been you...” Nothing else was said there was no need. They understood one another. From small words, silent spaces, and even down to body language there was no need for more explanation. It wasn’t going to be easy to unlearn all the bad habits of self-doubt and feeling worthless but if it was them together...they would be fine...Just them in this cruel deceiving world...They found peace within one another and that’s all that mattered in that moment... 

#healing #relatable #short story #writing #creative writing #love #relationship #feeling #emotions #i love him #i love her #lost and found #just us two #me and you #lovers

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | NJCon 2022, Gold Panel (April 24, 2022)

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.@JensenAckles : we're gonna hit the tent poles of canon in a way that services the lore of #Supernatural. I'm not some random dude, this story means alot to me. #Spnnj (x)

.@JensenAckles : I'm excited to eventually share the elevator pitch for #TheWinchesters. #Spnnj (x)

jared isn’t here bc he was in a car accident, he’s fine and at home recovering but it was very bad according to jensen (x)

.@JensenAckles : @DanneelHarris had covid last week so I moved into my daughter's room in the house we're renting...(she's doing fine) #Spnnj (x)

If Danneel had to say Jensen was bad at something, what would it be? Organizational skills. He is very much a typical man. She tested positive and quarantined in the master bedroom. A few days later after she was negative, everything had exploded and needs to tidy up. #spnnj  (x)

.@JensenAckles : I'm not good with organizing. Dishes are in the sink, is that not enough? Lol #Spnnj  (x)

fan: reason 1000 why we love Danneel Jensen: well I have a couple thousand more #spnnj #njcon  (x)

“Dean’s a part of me. He was a hyped of version of a part of me. Dean didn’t die, he’s right here *points at heart*” —Jensen  (x)

“I gave a list to the prop department [on Supernatural] and said I want these!” #JensenAckles #Spnnj  (x)

.@JensenAckles : I gave props a list of what I wanted...Baby arrived with a full trunk #Spnnj  (x)

a woman asking for advice bc she's getting married next yr, jensen said "take a moment with your--bride? groom?" makes me very soft he asked at all but esp asked bride first (x)

Jensen: you don't get courage to sing on stage naturally. It comes in liquid form (x)

Q: This show has made an entire base of family and fans. When did you realize the impact the show was having? Jensen: doing these was the eyeopener. Yknow, you do a show and they get made every day. Very rarely do you get to see what doing that is providing other people. (x)  So the fact I get to come here and look you guys in the eyes and see the fruits of my labor-- the way it impacts you.... One of the greatest things I have in my life. Doing cons made me realize Oh! this matters. (x)

Q: Thank you. I've watched the show since day 1. You saved my life thorugh this show. Have you ever had a person who was that for you? Jensen: First, thank you. nice to talk to you. It's been a collection of people for me. I think, being avalible to listen to that was probably  (x)  the most important thing. To not put blinders on. Be avalible to listen to people. I never had acting training. I got under the hood. I watched the people I admired and took mental notes. When I was 18 19 years old,my dad told me to be a sponge on set. And that's how I learned (x)  to do what I do. And so there's no one paticular person, but a collection-- a list of people who have helped me. Kim Manners. Diedra Hall. Bob Singer. Eric Kripke. My WIFE. And I listen. I try it their way. Consider it. (x)

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#Jensen Ackles #NJCon22 #SPNNJ #Panel Summary #Dean Winchester #Danneel Ackles #the way Jensen is always being kind and saying the most amazing stuff about the fandom #and yet there's a lot of people on this fandom who treat him like trash #who are nothing but cruel vile and mean towards him

[newtonsheffield]

So there’s deffo a universe out there where Violet ignored Anthony and went to Kate?? Correct? Correct.

Ehhhhh Sure.If you subscribe to the theory that there are multiple universes with multiple version of yourself.

When Kate woke the first thing she noticed was that she was back in her childhood bedroom half packed boxed towering around the room, and for a split second she was confused, until it all came rushing back. Mr Cowper's voice in her head, gently saying Kate, Anthony's a little embarrassed already, let's not make this worse for him. her own voice shaking in time with her head, the same voice she'd used when the doctor had told them there was nothing they could do for her father. But he loves me, he told me he did. I know he does. Her chest aching as he'd smiled a little sadly and said And you believed him? Men will say almost anything to get a girl into bed, but he needs to stop pretending now.

She'd packed her things back in her suitcase with tears in her eyes, and cried the entire way to Mary's in the car Mr. Cowper had bundled her into, and finally, in the late hours of the afternoon she'd fallen asleep with Edwina's arms tight around her.

"Violet, No! He's done enough!" Kate hadn't heard Mary's voice so livid maybe ever, but that wasn't what stopped her heart. Violet Bridgerton was just downstairs, she'd come to find Kate, probably to make sure she left. Anxiety rolling in her stomach she slowly opened the door, terrified to face her mother in law

"He's done enough?! They argued, Mary, she can't just run off whenever things-"

"He told me to Go home." Kate's voice was a careful monotone, she made sure of it.

Violet, halfway up the stairs spun towards her, a little wildly, her eyes widening as she took in Kate's face, eyes red no doubt mascara running down her cheeks, and then her expression softened.

"Oh Darling, he didn't mean forever, he meant our house. And the letter you left him, Kate I'm surprised at you."

Kate's brow furrowed, confusion clouding her head, she had wanted to leave Anthony a note, to tell him that despite everything She still loved him, and if he changed his mind she would be there, but Mr. Cowper had told her not to make it worse.

"I thought so as well, but then Mr. Cowper came and he told me Anthony had sent him to make sure I left, but I didn't leave a letter Violet, I didn't, I wanted to, but he told me not to."

Violet froze, her eyes searching Kate's face for the truth, slipping back to Mary's whose brow was furrowed, her voice gentle "Kate, what exactly did Alistair tell you?"

Kate felt tears sting at her eyes as she got ready to say it, embarrassment nipping at her skin, "He said that Anthony wanted us to stop pretending, that he was embarrassed by me, that he wanted me to go and not come back. He said that he didn't love me and that he'd only said that so that I'd-" She cut off with a small gesture embarrassed enough already.

Violet's brows were furrowed in quiet fury her voice careful, "And you didn't leave a letter for Anthony, telling him this was too hard, that you didn't sign up to look after his siblings? That you didn't want him to come looking for you?"

Kate's mouth fell open, the tears stopping at once, the embarrassing truth slipping from her chest, her head shaking "All I want is Anthony."

Violet took a deep breath, her face thunderous, "Kate, you're coming with me." Her hand wrapped firmly around Kate's forearm, practically dragging her down the stairs, ignoring Mary's protest. "That man really is the most vile person I've ever had the misfortune to meet. I'm afraid, Sweetheart you've been the victim of a very cruel plan." She threw the front door open, smiling back at Mary who looked shellshocked,

"Sorry about the fuss, Mary. Tea on Saturday?"

Confusion was still swirling all around Kate as the car pulled up to the Bridgerton House, nerves rolling her stomach as Violet forced her from the car.

"Violet, wait, what if he's really glad I'm gone?"

Violet turned towards her, her eyes wide with surprise, "Sweetheart, he's been in tears all afternoon. I've never seen Anthony as happy as he is with you, if that's not love then I don't know what is."

And suddenly Kate was being forced through the front door, dragged into the living room, Violet's sharp voice calling out,

"Get away from my son!"

Alistair Cowper was sitting next to Anthony clearing trying to reason with him. His face thunderous as he turned towards Violet, but Kate could only look at Anthony, His eyes red, his shoulders heaving, his hair sticking up on end his mouth falling open when he saw her.

"Kate!" He tried to leap towards her, but Alistair had gripped his arm tightly. "Kate! I know this has been hard, but I love you, and I can change, I can fix all of this, please just stay please stay."

His voice was desperate, tears shining in his eyes just like in her own the minute he'd said i love you.

"I love you too, and I don't want you to change Anthony, I'm so proud of you."

And before Anthony could react, Alistair Cowper had let out a roar of frustration, "Oh for fuck's sake! You stupid girl, you're a nineteen year old slut who threw herself at the first man who looked at her."

And it should have hurt, but it didn't because she knew it wasn't true. Anthony however looked murderous as he finally freed his arm, his voice furious, "Don't you ever say anything about my wife again, don't even fucking look at her."

Alistair Cowper scoffed, "And you're the stupidest man on the planet if you believe her. She'll ruin you, She'll ruin this entire-" But he didn't get a chance to finish, Anthony pulled back his fist and punched him, square on the jaw, sending him reeling backwards across the room. "You're fired. Get the fuck out of my house before I kill you."

Anthony barely even looked at him, didn't look at his mother as he strode across the room, tugging Kate into his arms, his mouth claiming hers a little indecently given his mother was 3 feet from them, but finally, Kate relaxed. His hand gently tucking her hair behind her ear as he pulled back, smiling down at her.

"I thought I lost you."

Her chest was still aching when she said "You're never going to lose me, we said forever right?"

Anthony nodded , his shoulders finally relaxing. "I love you."

"I love you too, and just by the way: Punching someone to defend my honor? Very hot."

And when his laugh broke free of his chest Kate couldn't help but be thankful, that Violet hadn't let her get too far.

#a crumpled up piece of paper #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #violet bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

Nicky's statement on the abuse, death threats and vile comments he got after Abu Dhabi literally broke my heart. He was so well articulated and professional and I'm just here being so fucking angry. He doesn't deserve abuse, he doesn't deserve hate, he shouldn't have to explain and justify a fucking dnf and he should not have to be polite while doing it. I love this fandom. I love Lewis Hamilton fans so much because y'all have seen me through the worst of times with kindness and friendship but some people in this fandom are straight up nasty and I'm disgusted by them. Imagine abusing a man who literally crashed instead of, I don't know, worrying if he's okay or not?!! Imagine blaming him for the contreversial decision when that had nothing to do with him and honestly even if it had, how fucking dare you think that gives you remotely any excuse to abuse someone?! I'm so angry, so pissed so so frustrated and heartbroken. Why can't you be better than this. We support Lewis Hamilton for God's sake. If there is any fandom out there that knows how damaging and toxic vile abuse can be towards drivers, it is us. Weren't you lot the ones defending Lewis and calling out abuse after silverstone? How then can you turn around and spew the same kind of hatred towards Latifi? How do you justify that twisted logic in your head? I know majority of this fandom are good people, I've seen it first hand and I love you for it but those that are toxic and cruel and mean spirited and vile, those don't deserve a lick of compassion or understanding. I don't give a fuck that you think you were defending Lewis, he would be ashamed of you and so are all of us. Leave Latifi alone. Leave Mick alone. And fuck off. No one wants you here and you're not welcome.

As for Nicky.... I just want to send him all of my love. You have nothing to apologize for my dear (well you do to your team like you said lol) but yes, nothing at all to apologize for and I hope you keep your head high and walk with pride. You are so much better and superior to the assholes nipping at your feet.

#nicholas latifi #f1 #formula 1 #williams #some people are just straight up vile #I'm so fucking pissed about it #f1 2021 scandal #lewis hamilton #lewis my dear #you also don't deserve shit fans like those