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serene-sun · 28 days

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𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖘

Chapter three of my new series 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘

Summary: After a multitude of wrong doings at your catholic church, you and four other nuns are sent on a mysterious transfer to a ministry nobody dares speak of. On behalf of the Count Copia, you are welcomed after a suspenseful journey.

Chapter summary: when you’re assigned to work in the green house, you decide to meet some new ghouls while delivering items with ivy. You learn of how you take vows….and a suggestion is made

warnings: sex talk at the end

a/n: shorter chapter, next chapter will be smut, chapter after that will circle back to chapter two.

It had been five weeks since the arrival of the new sisters of sin. They all had been used to the new life style and the new sceduale.

They would wake up at sunrise to eat breakfast, then pick up any mail from the main office or find out what they would do that day, work or have free time until lunch and have the rest of the day to themeselves. Everything was open all day, and you were welcomed to do chores another time in the day but the morning is preferred. Rituals would be held at sundown, mass was at noon and midnight. On Monday and Fridays they would have mass in the morning too. Midnight mass is required every night for every sibling, ghoul, father and such. Chores would only be on Tuesdays and Thursdays since they have shift changes unless you chose to clock in. The papal offices were always open to everyone, and confessions were from 6am to 7am, 9pm to 10pm.

Newer siblings of sins were started on easier chores until they would be “promoted” to a higher level.

You had been tasked with helping in the greenhouse, the count had suggested it after the report of your…spook…in the hallway. He figured a change of scenery would be best.

All of the ghouls had jobs too, and you found the earth ghouls to simply be more approachable.

It was still very difficult to tell them apart, but their different uniforms helped. Some had full black cloaks, some gargoyle masks, and the recent generation Devil masks with black suits.

The gardens and greenhouses of the ministry were lushly green and most definitely swept away the accusations of the ministry being dark and scary. It still was at times but during the sunny day where the trees created chilled shadows across the tall bushes and floral plants was serene.

This was your second week working in the greenhouse, the head of the gardens being papa emeritus the first. All of the earth ghouls were stationed there too, they were all calm and not bouncing around like some of the other elements.

You hadn’t talked to anyone yet, too scared to say anything. You feared you would mess up and be seen as rude to the papa. Even tho his kindness shined to the other siblings working.

You desperately wanted to be excepted, so you worked on your off days.

“Sorella…can you please harvest some of the Queen Ann?” The first born papa had asked, taking his cane and pushing a little sprouted weed out of the crevice of the humid room.

“Yes, of course your eminence.” You say, bowing in respect despite him telling you there was no need.

You quickly found the plant and noticed it was one of the poisonous ones. You weren’t sure what they needed poison for, but it was none of your business.

You took hold of the stem, grabbing the garden scissors and snipping the plant midway up the stem.

A hand tapped your shoulder and you looked behind, greeted by one of the newer earth ghouls.

“Pardon, I don’t mean to interrupt but I think you need help picking that.” He says, motioning to put the scissors down.

This was one of the very quiet earth ghouls, and his voice was deep and lush just like the grass on a hill. He smelled like lavender and chamomile, you found it relaxing to work beside him.

You nod, “oh…uh…yes…I’ve never harvested this one before.”

“That’s alright, first time for everything right?” He chuckled softly as he steps beside you. “Firstly I don’t think he meant to assign you here, you’ll have to excuse primo, he is elderly and forgets sometimes.” He says as the very tall ghoul grabs the part of the stem that meets with the flowers, he twists it off and placed it into a bowl, “only ghouls work with poisons plants, they can’t make us sick.” He speaks softly

You make a little “oh” sound as you watch, mesmerized by the way he gently does it to each budding. You forget that the ghouls are big bad and scary from this one’s softness.

“Would you like me to clean your shoes.” You panic as memories from that hallway moment flood your mind as you study his horns and nails. You speak wobbly, maybe a fear of ghouls was growing inside.

“Hm? My shoes? They are a bit muddy…but you don’t have to-“ he says before looking at you, he senses the fear, “what’s wrong? Is everything alright?”

“Uh…yes I just…uhm…I’m ok..” you say nervously as you continue looking at his muddy shoes.

The earth ghoul looks at you confused, but the door is swiftly opened up by a water ghoul, “mountain! I need your help, there’s a bird stuck in the bird bath.” They say urgently and out of breath.

The ghouls demeanor is quickly changed to panic as he runs out the doors like someone had died.

You stand there a little frozen as you take a deep breath, it was honestly silly to be scared of such a gentle giant. Perhaps you could tell yourself it’s the height difference.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to ghouls being everywhere.” Another voice says from across the room. You never even noticed them as they stood still, wrapping a chicken wire around a tomato plant that had to drum sticks stuck in the pot keeping it up and sturdy.

“Oh…uhm…I’m sorry..” you say guilt filled as you play with your hands.

This new earth ghoul had black hair and a black tail. “You’re completely ok! I totally get it….when I was first summoned I think I peed myself when I saw the first fire ghoul.” He says with a bashful smile.

You feel a little better now that a joke was made, “yes I…have seen how it can be.”

“The newcomers always fear us at first, but after you get all of the gossip and rumors about us you won’t be scared.” He says as he sets down the pot to the floor.

“Well…perhaps that can be soon…” you softly smile.

“Usually after you make your vows, you can really start to know us, as you start to work closer.” They say, wiping smudged dirt off their mask.

“Yeah…I mean it’s already a little difficult because your all named the same…but it sounds like you all have little names for each other.” You say

“Oh yes! How rude, I didn’t introduce myself.” The earth ghoul said, “we all give each other names, I’m Ivy, that was mountain and that water ghoul was rain. It’s just that imperator that makes you call us nameless ghouls, if you’re out of her sight then you can call us anything.” He says, looking out the window at the water and earth ghoul helping the little bird in the water.

“That actually makes allot of sense, perhaps I’ll have to ask others their names, though I’m a bit scared to approach any other ghouls. You seem to be the calmest of the bunch.”

“I can introduce you, I need to catch up on deliveries since we’re behind. They just summoned a new multi ghoulette for the next era, so everyone’s been a little absent.” He smiles as he starts filling a rolling cart with baskets of fruits and herbs and little notes.

You smile and nod, earth ghouls were just so easy to talk too, “I’d really love that.” You say as you help pack up the large cart.

Ivy strolled along the cart out of the gardens and into the ministry, the first stop was the kitchens.

“Hey fellas! I have your delivery for this week,” he says, greeting the siblings of sin in there who immediately brightened up at his appearance. “Oh Ivy! You’re looking just too dashing today.” One says, clasping her hands as she kisses his cheek. The earth ghoul awkwardly smiles, “well uh same for you Ms.”

Next was the infirmary, a few people were in there having lunch, one or two were sitting on a bed getting a bandage changed. They gave the workers their herbs and plant medicine.

They moved on to the ghoul wing and you started getting fidgety and nervous, but the sun beaming through the big windows made it far far less terrifying than at night.

Ivy opened the door to the ghoul den,this was your first time being in here. It was a very large room with plenty of couches and seating, a dinning table and kitchen as well as a library and some other things.

Ivy started putting away some of the groceries as you stood awkwardly against a counter. There were a few ghouls in the lounge area and you were curious to look as they were maskless.

Ivy looked to you, and noted your curiosity, “that one sleeping with the black swishy hair is iffirt, goldy locks over there is sodo, and the one on the arm chair is aether.” He pointed out the ghouls quietly.

He put a hand on your back and ushered you over with him, “hey guys, this is my new friend, they’ve been working overtime since y’all are lacking.” He joked softly.

You froze, being the center of attention.

Sodo closed his book, “your friends with a virgin?” He asks genuinely as he sniffs the air, pointy ears twitching.

Sodo had long golden hair and redish grey skin. His horns were long and twisty, made of red jasper and his mustache wiggled with his lips as he spoke with an accent, “what’s your sin?”

You don’t exactly know what he means until Ivy says, “they haven’t gotten to the ceremony yet.”

“Ceremony?” You ask Ivy, “yeah….they haven’t told you? When you take your vows you choose a sin to live by. Like lust, envy or wrath.”

“Oh…” you say, “I didn’t know.”

Ifrit rubbed his eye as he woke up, “I’m surprised your still pure, your other little friends you came with lost it already.”

Aether smiled as he saw you, “don’t get cocky just because they were more sinful.” He laughed, “her time is soon either way,”

“What…does that mean??” You ask with a shy swallow.

“Hmm? Well the main part of making your vows is loosing your virginity, you can’t make them if your a virgin, did they not tell you that either?” He says surprised you hadn’t known.

“No.” You answer, “I did not…know.”

“Yeah if you don’t loose it before the vows you usually get to choose someone to take it and if you can’t than the count will take care of it himself and show you a good time back in his chambers.” Sodo said, deviously detailing it to push your buttons, “or…you can go to him and secretly do it…and nobody will ever know..” he smirks, this was a classic ghoulish trick.

It was common sense to most of everyone, except new people, that all rites and rituals are proof watched to be sure it actually happened. Even the most private of affairs of virginity loss in bedrooms must have a whole party witness…

Ifrit covered a smile with his arm, even Aether smirked a little, “yeah…if you don’t want the entire ministry knowing what your pussy tastes like then I recommend holding a private ritual with the count before vows….just to be sure your comfortable.” Ifrit says, voice muffled under his skin.

Aether sighs, “I’m going to check in on something.” He makes an excuse to leave the room.

As he walks out the door you look into the ground as you realize that I would infact be best to hold this private event away from public eyes.

They wouldn’t invite that shadow ghoul to bare witness…right?

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #serene sun spice time #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #serene sun writes #ghost band fic #ifrit ghoul x reader #aether x reader #Ivy ghoul #mountain x reader #mountain ghoul fluff

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tfp-enthusiast · 10 months

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Perhaps another cons x teen femme bot 🙏 with any cons you’d like + shockwave!

Tho she isnt really innocent compared to your other post, she’s been affected by the war with struggles of isolating & depression etc. I imagine though the cons are tough they’d all feel something for her, she grew up in the war and didn’t get to experience the good they were able to :(

Con's X Teen!GN!Bot!Reader

[I'm happy that you liked it anon! I love the idea of the bots/cons having to care for a sparkling/teen and becoming attached]

[I may make an real series of this when I have my Inbox clear/mostly empty because I don't want to have yet another thing that I promise but don't work for months on *looks at the neutral bot AU*]

You where born in the middle of the war with only your carrier there for you. Considering the fact that you where probably the first generation born in the war you where treated entirely different that the ones before you.

You where trained to fight and defend yourself, your carrier was by your side every step you took, and while you where a very powerful young bot you still where just a child.

You already lost your Sire, it was only a matter of time until your carrier would die too, therefore was it the best decision, made by your carrier, to put you in a stasis pod and pray that you will wake up at a safe place and find a new family.

Soundwave

He learned of you because he sent Lazerbeak

He was a little surprised, not that anyone could see, when he saw such a young bot and impressed when he saw how you fought against the vehicons

You where still a little confused but used your size to your advantage but get caught by a group of vehicons at the end

When you first met him in person everyone was confused and a little creeped out because the both of you just stared at each other

Soundwave had to watch over you because you seemed more happy when no one talked with you

After some time and in private you would talk with him over the last cycles and sometimes about your 'childhood'

He thinks that it's a little sad that you only had war in your life until now and shows you pictures of cybertron before everything went down

Soundwave doesn't actually think that there is much wrong with you other than the fact that you seem to have some depressing thoughts when you think about your sire and carrier but Lazerbeak is your best emotional support ever

Shockwave

Meets you only because you get sent to his lab so Megatron can know what you could be useful for on the ship because you weren't trusted to leave the Nemesis at first

He grew relatively fond of you fast because you where very silent and only spoke when needed

He never even thought that there was anything wrong with you, sure you grew up in the war but that's how it works now, he only got a little curious after you spoke with him one day over your past

Over time you grew comfortable around Shockwave, and the other way too, and started to open up more

When you where helping him with inventions you where allowed to talk, unless he said something about it, and sometimes you would talk about what it was like when you where on cybertron

This led to him asking Soundwave for a special folder on your datapad of cybertron before the war which you where allowed to look at when you had free time or trouble slipping into recharge

While he is not the best at motivation he can be a good listener and thanks to his nature you know that when he says something he means it and for you that means a lot

Predaking

When you meet Predaking you have been on the Nemesis for a little while and where trusted not to run away so you where allowed to roam freely

While Megatron and the others where trying to find out what to do with a young bot like you you found yourself on the outside of the ship

You, like everyone else, saw a predacon for the first time in your life and even though you where a very mature bot for your age you still had some childish curiosity in you

So you approached him with caution and somehow you came there every cycle

When Predaking transformed for the first time you witnessed it and he could see your expression on your faceplates finally without having to guess what you feel

You just stood there like: O.O and tackled him with a hug

He was so proud of you for showing your emotions to him

He knows how you feel and helps you find out everything you can about cybertron before the war

There where many times where you, instead of Starscream, where with him and the both of you searched through the databanks to know more about cybertron

Often you both would fall into recharge while Predaking is curled around you, no matter if in root or beast form, and you would loosely hold an databank with pictures of cybertron while it still stood and was alright

Knockout

He learned about relatively early considering he somehow always knows the latest tea

You got sent into the medbay because of your little crash landing

First meeting was a little awkward, Knockout tried his best to get you to talk and is worried that you are just like Soundwave

When you are sent to him because it was needed to lear what you could be useful for, and they needed more medics, both of you internally dreaded the meeting

Over time you got used to each other and you actually had full conversations when you where alone

Knockout became some sort of therapy for you because he sees that you clearly got issues because of your past and the war you have almost every second cycle a 'therapy session' of sorts

Knockout loves to tell you about cybertron and even gets some videos about the different places across the planet

Breakdown

He was the first one to meet you actually because he was sent to investigate the crash and look for the bot that could be in it

Because you didn't know him and you learned to keep distance you kicked him into faceplate out of reflex

You met him soon after you get brought to the ship again and quietly said your sorry for what happened

Considering he's the most sympathetic bot on the ship you stay around him for the most part

That obviously doesn't go unnoticed and Megatron decides that you will just go wherever Breakdown goes

You both talk a lot once you get comfortable and Breakdown feels really bad for you and tries his best to give you what he had when he was still a young bot

This causes you to vent to him since he is the one bot you trust the most

When you can't recharge you often go into the medbay because Breakdown is almost always there and if not his habsuite is almost directly next to the medbay and you are always allowed to enter

On nights where you can't recharge and spend with Breakdown he often tells you about cybertron and his childhood memories

#tfp x reader #tfp decepticons x reader #tfp #tfp breakdown x reader #tfp shockwave x reader #tfp soundwave x reader #tfp predaking x reader #tfp knockout x reader #teen!bot!reader

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prototypelq · 14 days

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vergil for the ask game?

Vergy!

thank you and @river-muse for asking about the series #1 Motivated Loser!)))

favourite thing about them

First place - his inner softness. Vergil is very much his momma's boy, he is emotional, touchy, and he loves with his whole heart, he loves so much that he is scared of the feeling consuming him whole. I thrive on seeing him simply be the older brother, father (and adopted uncle) figure that he wishes to be.

Honourable mention: just how Iconic he is. Vergil is THE anime katana wielder, he is THE Storm That Is Approaching, he is THE Rival Videogame Boss, he will kick your ass into Easy mode without breaking a sweat. Dante is an iconic protagonist for sure, but Vergil is one of THE Videogame Bosses Of All Time and that position is absolutely deserved. And, y'know. He is super fun to fight.

least favourite thing about them

V(ergil). I appreciate all the character development we got out of that time, but I also firmly believe it could have been achieved in other ways, plus V(ergil) just makes the story completely unrelatable. Dante faces human trauma and human struggles. Vergil faces those same problems, however, his path through them is an emotional mess human (and fans') experience cannot account for. For me, that dampens the emotional investment in the story, especially considering how much simpler, but no less impactful in Dante's in comparison to Vergil.

DisHonourable mention: 'Dreams of a black throne I keep on repeat' and 'Call me your majesty' lines from BTL and Fire Inside respectfully. None of those lines fit Vergil at all, and they only further the ginormous amount of misconceptions about him.

(I do adore the demonic pet therapy tho, it was adorable)

favourite line

'We've got plenty of time' (watch me bawl till final stage of dehydration to this)

brOTP

I mean, it's in the name. Sparda Loser Twins, my beloved. I also completely support every opinion that Vergil will get along with Trish, Lady, Nico and Patty just fine.

OTP

I admit, I am intrigued by Vergil/Lady, I think they can have something good together. They both seek challenge, and could provide it for each other (by challenge I also mean just generally new experiences, I don't mean they have to fistfight each arguement). I can see them together in some post-dmc3 AU scenario, but also. Surprisingly. Post-dmc5. Cause Lady very much needs to retire if she wants to live any longer than she has, and Vergil has known nothing but violence for his entire adult life (which is also not much). Post-dmc5 both need to learn how to handle peace times, and this parallel is what I can see driving them together in this setup. Again, I think they can have something nice, also probably much sweeter than in post-dmc3 version.

nOTP fucking incest

random headcanon

Vergil is a freakin romantic to the core. He likes reading, he would enjoy himself in an art gallery, I think he would also like visiting theater and/or musicals. This man forced himself to weaponise his nerdiness and I'd love to see him slowly, badly, but surely, letting go and just enjoying himself and different hobbies. Also, just a totally random thing - I think he'd enjoy pottery (after he breaks a few dozen mishapen figures first, of course)

unpopular opinion

I doubt I can come up with something more unpopular than my previous rant about V(ergil)

song i associate with them

I have a few actually! Vergil would love Bring Me To Life and I Am Right About This. I can also see him enjoying Break The Silence.

youtube

This track is an absolute BLAST, and I have a concrete vision that Vergil would like to learn and play it. This vision was extended by the brainrot into Dante hearing the track, loving it, then bringing himself and Nero along to play the song (just don't ask me how, I have counted at least four different instruments, and it either means Dante and Nero have to switch drums and base guitar mid-song, or that Vergil and Dante have to switch on the guitars). This song is just so beautiful, and I think the losers will have an amazing time playing it together.

Musical Spardas, one of my most critical of weaknesses.

also I wish there was a way to mod Kitsune Dance to be the M19 bossfight music. beautiful song, it has very distinct musical phases which would easily match the fight escalation, and it just sound much more fitting for Vergil than the in-game track.

favourite picture of them

this is one of those pics where the context of the original shot was painful, but the resulting image looks wholesome as hell and I love it. (pls share source if you know it)

#oh boy i am wary of the backlash for this honestly #sorry not sorry #thank you for your patience and for the asks anyway i enjoyed doing this #there are stories where i can enjoy the 'unrelatable' supernatural plotlines but they are rare #and again especially not when dante's struggle is mostly a human one #vergil sparda #dmc

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rockanroller · 6 months

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imo there are two big things viv is being incredibly ignorant of with this statement, even tho she *should* know both of them:

- animation takes Literal Years to make from development to writing to boarding to actually animating. thus, many ppl can be making similar projects at the same time without knowing it until they release.

example: going as far back as the 1950s disney once sued a french stop-mo/live action alice in wonderland film just bc it was being made at the same time as their hand-drawn alice in wonderland film to prevent the US release of the french film.

- how *fast* you can work depends on the size of your project, the amount of ppl you can afford to include, and how you approach your production.

some folks might take more time making sure their story or idea is good, others might rush that. some will take more time animating while others work quicker or can afford to pay others to work quicker.

for examples of how long it can take...

long gone gulch was being developed as far back as 2010. they weren’t ready to release it for kickstarting until 2016. and once their kickstarter was successful in 2017 it took them until 2021 to release their pilot. viv didn’t inspire that, it was long in the making. if anything the timeline makes them more likely to have inspired her tho idk whether they did.

same with villainous. it was a web series all the way back in 2012 before it was picked up and co-produced by CN who started pitching it up until at least 2017, then they were finally able to release in 2019. viv didn’t inspire that, it was long in the making.

there’s overlap between recent creations, sure. but i don’t believe viv is responsible for them, nor the “new wave of indie animation.” interest in it? maybe. but animation cancellations and layoffs around covid caused a boosted interest as well.

viv has her place in indie history and is inspiring new creators, but just bc she was able to work the fastest doesn’t mean other shows that came out slower were part of a “wave” that was directly inspired by her creations.

everyone works at different paces and no one has equal amounts of access to resources that may allow them to work faster.

TL;DR i believe viv is not responsible for *recent* indie releases bc for animations to even release around the same time, even by a few years, they have to have already been conceptualized or in production for multiple years prior to their release.

ppl can also have the same idea (in this case “I should make my own animated series”) without it having to be directly inspired by or linked back to whoever was “"first”" or "biggest" to think of it.

#vivziepop critical #thoughts #industry talk #indie animation

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delicrieux · 2 years

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dream of the endless content mom??? pls??? mb something with the reader just appearing on different times in history and dream is like, who is this babe? LMAO

THE FIRST MEETING | endless drabble series (sandman edition)

summary: a new star is born and coincidentally, you start appearing in dream’s path pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader a/n: UGH FINE!!!!!!!!! i will write for hot emo man bcs hes hot and emo. warning tho ive only seen the first ep of sandman lolz & i decided to make this a drabble series since i thought this concept could be fun!

masterlist. ☕. next.

He recalls a set of features that fall into a face – the slant of the nose, pucker of lips, tremble of long lashes and curl of hair that slowly morphs into a vision. It is a vision, a fragment of a dream, and perhaps he had seen the face amidst walking or when drinking from eternity’s fountain, but underneath the night’s sky another star had ignited, a blinking, far off thing that indicated something in the universe had shifted.

Destiny had been tight-lipped about the whole ordeal. The Lord of Dream’s didn’t pry – who is he to make his siblings talk when he so often refuses conversation? So the star was left unnamed, unexplored, unknown, twinkling dimly next to the Earth’s luminous moon.

But it’s an instant recognition when he walks the Earth – so young, so prosperous, with the whole of history not yet unfolded beneath it, no impressive strides yet, only those made from caves and furs into wooden shacks and stone houses. It’s the face he saw among the crowd of humans, lost in a throng of their burgeoning new language, a melody of strings that unfurls into movement. You call it dance. What humanity lacked in kindness they always made up in imagination.

He’s there, a pale shadow in the flickering fires and linen dresses, a ghost, maybe, or something born from pagan rituals that are younger than him, but it’s not like the present crowd knows. It’s a rowdy night, summer solstice, an important day now and perhaps forever, a salute to the Sun and the Rain and the Sky and Nature. You humans think of the most outlandish things, bring the most ostensive offerings – from bread and milk to blood. It spills, all of it, into the fire. Flowers crown heads and fall underneath trampling feet. It’s a celebration that’s coated in mead and honey.

He sees the familiar face in the dance around the fire – sees the person it belongs to, sees you lifting up your skirt to jump through the flames. Claps and laughter echo above the music. There’s something underneath his skin that stirs – much like then, much like the first time he saw your features, when the new star was born and the universe had tried to tell him something, but what he didn’t know yet.

You saw him, too, and your movements halted in a flinch of what? Curiosity? Recognition? Neither, or both, he can’t yet tell, he hasn’t mastered human emotions. But you approach, almost shyly, not daring to look him in the eyes again, and when you’re close enough you smell like lilies and smoke from the pyre, and your eyes reflect the moon.

You extend your hands in an offer – the same hands that had carried bread wrapped in linen to your young wise gods. The Lord of Dreams would think it beneath him to join the fray of delirious festivities. But it’s the star that blinks by the moon, the image of your face in the waters of his visions, dreams, fragments, pieces that slowly fall together and tug on his gut to submit to a feeling that he doesn’t know how to name yet.

Cold hands touch warm ones. A smile blooms on your face and in his mind’s eye he sees all of your dreams: dreams of freedom that manifests into a balmy fragrance in the night; dreams of him, no, a version of him, one born now and of your own imagination, of him joining your future as he joins the dance, a possibility of a happy ending and a vague apparition of a family. Briefly he is fascinated by how simple people are, how quick they are to conjure up a reality.

You’re light on your feet, as young as the night itself. And perhaps, if he allowed himself a moment of mindless indulgence, beautiful, too, but fickle – a beauty that’s doomed to erode like leaves in autumn. Your life is so short. It must be why you’re so happy.

“Have you found it?” You utter in a song-like drawl, palm’s aligned with his as you circle one another. A miniscule shift in his expression – a light knit of his brows and a slant of his head. A wordless question. You continue with a smile, “The blooming fern. Don’t you know? Whoever finds it, all of their dreams will come true.”

“…Have you?” He questions instead. Bashfully, you glance down.

“No, I haven’t,” You admit, “my father doesn’t let me wander that far off into the woods. He fears a witch might eat me.”

There are no blooming ferns or witches. Yet your voice brims with such sincerity that he knows even if he told you of the fact, you wouldn’t believe him. This is all you know, rituals and fantastical creatures and dance. Dreams and nightmares.

The music halts and you pull away – women flock you with clay pots of drink and blossoms, wrapping you in pure white shawls. He catches your gaze one last time – a voiceless prayer, a silent request to find it, whatever it is, the blooming fern in the daunting forest. You take turns emptying the pitchers. The mead runs down your lips, chin, dots your dress. You’re taken away, then, with a smile and a too sober understanding. Led to the fire.

He exits swiftly, without notice. The star in the sky dims, but flickers still.

hope u liked it xx <3

#the sandman #dream x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #netflix sandman #imagine #imagines #the sandman x reader #angstyy

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afishintheamethystsea · 8 months

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Fade to Green Part II

Part I

Series Summary: Vaena Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, becomes the lover of Queen Alicent, who intends to keep her by any means necessary.

Pairings: Alicent Hightower/OFC, Aemond Targaryen/OFC

Warnings/Tags: dead dove do not eat, smut, incest, yandere, porn with a pinch of plot, grooming maybe?, ofc is of age tho, drunk sex, spanking, power dynamics, body worship, oral, betrayal, ofc is morally questionable because this is game of thrones goddamnit, angst, Velaryons are black, ofc is either white or white passing, dubious if ofc is Laenor's or Daemond's child, breeding kink, hand feeding, period typical sexism, period typical homophobia, threats of violence.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This chapter is pretty Aemond-centric

"Eyes closed, both by blade, falling into the seven hells blind, his widow will not mourn him, but will join soon after."

Those were the new cryptic words Helaena kept repeating. Vaena was no different than anyone else in the family when it came to listening to her, if she did, she might have clued in that Helaena's words were prophetic. She was too consumed by thoughts of her engagement and her affair.

"We are to be sisters soon." Helaena spoke, more lucid now. Vaena smiled.

"Yes, I am excited. You feel like a sister to me already. I cannot wait for our children to play together."

Helaena said nothing, looking away, seeming distressed, for whatever reason, it made Vaena's heart drop down to her stomach. It wasn't like a rejection, it was like she knew a terrible truth.

"Are you alright?" Vaena asked. She wanted to reach out and touch her, but she knew Helaena didn't like to be touched by many people, one of the exceptions being Aemond. She reflected on Aemond's gentleness with his sister when he was severe in every other part of life, hoping that she might receive some of the same affection when she became his wife.

Helaena started back up repeating those cryptic words from earlier.

When Vaena was getting measured for her gown, Alicent was in the room, making all the decisions and saying exactly how she felt about the fabrics and the structure of the gown. She feigned frustration, dismissing the seamstresses from the room temporarily so it was just her and Vaena, and Vaena was in nothing but a corset and some small clothes.

"Is everything alright, my queen?"

"Yes, they're doing a fine job, but I wanted a moment with you." Alicent approached her future daughter in law, her lover, tucking a silver curl behind her ear. Vaena stood on a pedestal, her chest at Alicent's eye level, making it hard for her queen to maintain a sense of propriety.

"If these get any larger, I'll have to insist you retire all those enticing dresses and wear something more modest." Alicent told her. She knew Vaena's already soft and womanly body would fill out even more. Between her and Aemond, Vaena wouldn't want for admiration and pleasure, even as the eyes of men at court would start to turn in the direction of a willowy young maiden who had just flowered.

"I don't think a high neckline will do much to hide their shape, my queen." Vaena played into her queen's flirtation, inhaling deeply so her chest would expand and encroach Alicent's line of sight even more. "And wouldn't you like to look at them at your convenience, make a terribly boring day at court more pleasing?"

"If I got everything I wanted, you wouldn't be wearing clothes and you'd be confined to my chambers."

Vaena blushed, disappointed that Alicent had the restraint to not lift her breasts from her corset and suck on them. She was unable to stop herself from stealing glances even after the seamstresses returned. Even when Alicent approved of a concept for a wedding gown, Vaena was more attentive to Alicent than she was to the gown.

If she had cared to pay more attention, she might have noticed the message that green embroidery overtaking a white, Valyrian style wedding gown would send to the realm.

Even on her wedding day, she was more focused on the loss she felt with her family not being present, having abandoned her with a lack of letters. Vaena maintained composure, even though her mind had plenty of time to stew on the topic as her hair was braided and adorned with emerald jewels, today was not the day to cry.

When Aemond saw his bride enter the sept, he was in awe of her beauty. Green suited her silver hair and violet eyes. Her womanly body, silhouetted by the daylight outside the sept, suited the quiet opulence and loud message of her gown and emerald jewels that glimmered as she walked down the aisle, she would be given away by Aegon, seeing as her father was dead. She was not only surrendering herself to him as his wife today, she, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was declaring her surrender to King Aegon II. The Blacks would hear about this betrayal, they would have lost the precious blood of a Valyrian woman. With Helaena by Aegon's side and soon Vaena by his, Aemond knew it would further legitimize The Greens in the eyes of the realm, Rhaenyra and her Strong boys hadn't a chance in the court of public opinion.

When they exchanged vows, Vaena kept unflinching eye contact, looking at him as if he had two eyes and was unscarred. Aemond was overcome with desire for his bride, she was perfect and eager in a way Aemond believed was above someone like him, a second son, a man with one eye.

And there would be no one to gawk and grope during the bedding ceremony, he remembered being powerless to stop what happened to Helaena on her wedding night, the late King Viserys had a kingsguard restrain him when he tried to attack a man who grabbed his sister. He wasn't untouched by women or an especially pious man, but the vile nature of men of a lower station treating a princess, especially one as fair and pure as his sister, like a common whore made him see red. He'd ban the barbaric ceremony if he were King, but Aegon had no interest in getting rid of the tradition.

During the wedding feast, Vaena noticed that Aemond was vigilant of their surroundings. He did not drink more than a cup of wine, declining servants' offers for it to be refilled. He put no such restrictions on Vaena, new brides benefitted from being mellowed with wine. She maintained a warm demeanor throughout their wedding feast, Aemond would whisper observations about the guests in her ear that would make her laugh, they leaned towards each other in their seats, and Vaena's warm smiles proved contagious to her husband.

Alicent watched the newlyweds. She had hoped and prayed to see Aemond this happy on his wedding day with a beautiful bride who reacted to him the way Vaena did. She supposed she got her wish, but at the price of seeing her lover look at another affectionately and at the price of knowing she pawned off a woman she had in her bed to her own son. If the marriage was successful, Alicent hoped it would assuage her guilt.

When she congratulated them, Vaena embraced her, almost as if a daughter would her mother if she hadn't just slightly pressed her chest against hers, a hidden message of sensuality no one but them could detect.

As the night drew on, the imminence of the bedding drew closer. Vaena looked at her husband expectantly through heavy lidded eyes.

"You won't let Larys Strong touch me, will you?" Vaena spoke with dulled inhibitions, thinking how awful it would be for such a rat to get to touch her before her husband.

"I'd be willing to gut every man here, but I've devised a plan that would spare you the indignity of having to see such violence." Aemond reassured her. "Ser Criston will be creating a diversion so that we might make it out of this wedding feast with our clothes intact." Aemond whispered in her ear.

"Thank you." Vaena said, her eyes now on his lips, thin and sharp, not at all like his mother's. There wasn't really anything about him that was like his mother, his features severe and wholly those of a Valyrian man.

Vaena watched Ser Criston carefully, wondering what his plan was. She noticed that he was basically shepherding the high lords, moving the crowd around with social graces until a most explosive confrontation between the young Lords Horus Tyrell and Edmond Frey was orchestrated. The two lords were frought enemies, Edmond had taken Horus' cousin, Wynona Tyrell, as his wife and she was found dead after a year of being unable to produce an heir, Horus swore to the Gods he knew his cousin was murdered. There had been significant effort to keep House Tyrell and House Frey separate, an effort Ser Criston intentionally sabotaged.

Horus drew his sword and chaos ensued, all eyes were on the spectacle. Noble ladies screamed in terror, Aegon reveled in the spectacle, making no orders to stop it.

"That would be our cue, wife." Aemond whispered in her ear before taking her hand and leading her opposite of where the crowd was gawking and through a door utilized by the cooks and cupbearers that supplied the festivities.

They ran through the kitchens and out the door that'd take them to the direction of his chamber. Aemond wrapped his arm around her skirts, picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way.

"Your plan is going to get one of those men killed!" Vaena scolded. Aemond smirked.

"Did I not tell you earlier that I would kill every man there to keep you untouched?" Aemond sealed the rhetorical question with a kiss on his wife's soft lips reddened with wine and sensuous blood that tinged her cheeks as well.

Upon arriving to their chambers, Aemond set her down and sprung into action.

"Lock the door." Aemond ordered. Vaena did so, watching her husband drag a heavy bookcase in front of the door for extra reassurance.

"Excellent idea." Vaena said. "I told the queen that I wouldn't let you leave these chambers until I was with child." Vaena rubbed her hands around the planes of Aemond's chest and shoulders. "She wants a little army of grandchildren."

"That, I think, we can arrange." Aemond having no qualms with the idea, sealed the agreement with a kiss. If Vaena were as fertile and wanton as her mother, the realm would be so overrun with little Targaryens that Westerosi houses would start to turn Valyrian, House Tyrell looked particularly appealing for such a plot and as of tonight there'd potentially be one less Tyrell in line for the lordship.

Vaena slipped her tongue into her husband's mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, Aemond made sure to keep her balanced, seeing as she was clumsy with wine, her body had a satisfying weight in his arms, whether he was carrying her or holding her upright.

Aemond turned her around and undid her wedding gown, thankful the garment was fairly simple. When stripped to her smallclothes, he removed the emerald ornaments in her hair, which proved harder than the gown, Vaena eventually joined in to speed up the process of letting her curls free. Aemond made short work of her smallclothes, unlacing her corset and peeling off her chemise to reveal her nude form, one as exquisite as Aemond imagined it would be.

Vaena set to work on her husband's clothes, he had not dressed much more formal for his wedding save for some extra embroidery and more green. She struggled to undress her husband as he smoothed his hands up and down her nude flesh, getting her warm and pliant for her marriage bed. What she revealed was a slender, sinewy body with a crop of coarse white-blond hair on his chest and surrounding his cock, which sprung eagerly from the confines of his smallclothes. Vaena kneeled down at the sight of it, she had never seen an adult man's cock, but her husband's had a meatiness to it that didn't match the rest of him and was practically begging to have a mouth wrapped around it.

"No." Aemond stopped her. "You can suck my cock as much as you please when you're with child, but I have no intentions of letting my seed go to waste while you still have an empty womb."

Her husband was right, as disappointed as she was, all the more reason for her to get with child as soon as possible.

Aemond, however, made sure she was on her back, her thighs pushed back until her knees were on either side of her shoulders so he could devour her pussy. He wasn't as good as his mother, but he still brought her to climax multiple times, telling her it would make her womb more receptive to his seed.

"Wait, you're not fully naked yet, husband."

Before Aemond realized what she meant, Vaena reached up to remove his eyepatch, revealing the sparkling sapphire it concealed. She gasped, Aemond thought out of horror until she told him otherwise.

"You're striking." She pet his hair to reassure him.

It was enough to make Aemond snake his way up her body, kissing and nipping her belly and breasts, until his cock stood ready against her cunt and kept intense eye contact with his bride, as though to test to see if she really thought the sapphire in his eye socket was truly bearable to look at.

Just as he was about to penetrate her, there was excited chattering outside their bedchamber. Aemond paused, the crowd made him feel anxiety about his performance.

"Fuck, of course they're going to crowd around outside the door." Aemond hissed quietly, more to himself than to Vaena.

"Well, let's give them a little show." Vaena's eyes lit up and a sultry grin curled her lips. "Oh gods, Aemond, I don't know if it'll fit inside of me!"

Aemond's pupils dilated, he was both aroused and blindsided at his new wife's boldness, a string of precum dripped onto her swollen pussy lips.

"Don't worry, it should only hurt for a moment, you're so wet for me." Aemond said, looking deeply into her eyes before filling her completely.

"Seven hells!" Vaena cried out. "It hurts but it feels so good."

Aemond groaned at the sight of her virginal blood being diluted by her arousal. "You're even lovelier than I expected." Aemond groaned. "You're so tight."

When Vaena hoped Aemond would burn brightly in their marriage bed, she hadn't expected it to be quite like this. It was wildly different from when she pleasured her queen, there was something more primal about the way her body responded to Aemond, an instantaneous heat and need that made Vaena understand why incest was the norm of their families.

With every needy, desperate thrust of Aemond's, equally desperate sounds poured from Vaena's soft lips. The intrusive crowd outside wanted a show, they were getting one, but not the one they expected of a fair maiden being horrified by a man with one eye.

"I hope your seed takes right now, the very first time having me, taking my maidenhead." Vaena made no effort to hold back her desire.

"If we're fortunate, we might have twins like my brother and sister did." Aemond played along, feeling her cunt grip even tighter around him at the suggestion of twins.

"I would want nothing more, except maybe triplets, should the gods be so generous to provide them."

When Aemond filled her with his seed, the pair of them cried out, Vaena's thighs squeezed by instinct, unrelenting for several minutes as their cries softened into panting, Aemond's softening cock was sensitive to his wife's cunt fluttering around it, trying to milk every last drop of seed, her powerful thighs, thighs of a dragonrider, kept him locked in place, his seed having time to settle into her, less would be wasted on their sheets.

"I didn't think my little brother had it in him." Aegon could be heard from behind the door. Aemond eye rolled at the comment, much to Vaena's amusement.

When the crowd eventually left, Vaena settled into Aemond's arms, spent and sated as he was.

"You still had your maidenhead." Aemond said very matter of factly.

"Of course I still had my maidenhead, I hadn't been with a man before you."

"They can be destroyed with fingers, some maesters even claim they can break while a woman's on horseback or dragonback, but that's heavily debated."

"Your mother refused to do anything with me that would break my maidenhead." Vaena told Aemond truthfully. "Not even a finger."

"My mother is a wise woman. Which is why I was surprised to find you two in bed together. She looked happy in a way I never saw her happy with Viserys, so I kept it to myself until I was told I would be marrying you."

"I hope you would not deprive her now that we are married."

"As long as you do not take another lover and make yourself available to me, I see no reason why you shouldn't entertain my mother." He set clear boundaries and Vaena did not object to them.

A couple hours before dawn, a sleepless Alicent, curiosity overriding her better judgement, decided to make use of the servant's corridors to check on Vaena and Aemond, peaking through a slight crack in the door.

The newlyweds were spent, sleeping, Vaena was possessively wrapped in Aemond's arms as his superior height formed something of a cradle for his wife to settle into, their bodies flush against each other as they slept on their sides, and Aemond was without his eyepatch, his sapphire eye catching the moonlight. She smiled to herself before returning back to her own chambers where she would sleep restlessly alone while the newlyweds still acquainted themselves in their marriage bed.

Aemond was woken up by a loud sound. He rose from his warm bed, prying himself from his sweet wife before throwing on a silk green robe to conceal his nude body. The sound came from the window, where he went to investigate and saw an unexpected sight.

"I don't think I have ever seen you up this early, brother." Aemond called down. He had not fastened his robe with enough care, his chest was exposed and his voice was still thick with sleep.

"The maesters need to confirm the purity of the bride. They won't shut up about it and decided it was my problem." Aegon informed his brother with the understanding that he was a nuisance and not in the way he generally made himself to be a nuisance.

Aemond collected the bloodstained bedsheet, trying not to stir his wife awake, and hung it out the window using two heavy objects to pin the corners down to the window sill.

"Proof enough, brother?" Aemond hissed, turning away from the window as the king laughed from below.

"Now put a babe in her cunt before her whore mother thinks to take her back. Your king commands it!"

As crude as the king put it, Aemond knew that Rhaenyra would have no qualms wedding her despoiled daughter to some traitorous house, House Stark immediately coming to mind. Aegon was right, it was imperative to get Vaena with child.

"Who's shouting so loudly at such an early hour?" Vaena asked groggily, approaching the window in a nightgown and robe she had just thrown on for modesty's sake, her mess of curls showing off just how well she had been fucked the night before.

"Sweet sister, marriage agrees with you." Aegon flattered her.

"Thank you, your grace. What brings you to our window?" Vaena rubbed her eyes, sleepily leaning on Aemond.

"Your king requires a host of nieces and nephews."

"Then I shall tear your brother away from this window and return him to our marriage bed." Vaena laughed, grabbing Aemond and dragging him back to bed... where they proceeded to sleep for a few hours more before getting back to work on making new princes and princesses.

Vaena made a risky decision and decided to lick up his scar and just before her tongue touched his sapphire, her tongue rounded around his eye socket. Aemond hadn't expected to like that as much as he did, he couldn't hold back a moan, his cock grew painfully hard and he felt a richness at the back of his throat. His eye still hurt him physically sometimes, but it seemed the area was just as sensitive to pleasure as it was to pain.

When he took her that morning, he took her from the back like a dragon would, showing little restraint and receiving no pushback as he fucked her with the ferocity of a dragon.

"You'll be the most beautiful woman in all the seven kingdoms when you're heavy with child. The realm will know you're mine." Rhaenyra was known for having chubby, healthy babies, most of them boys, Aemond hoped Vaena took after her mother in this regard.

He was steadily coming to the conclusion that Rhaenyra's scandalous behavior probably had little to do with her and more to do with the fact her father and her late husband were unwilling to tame her, and now she was in the arms of Daemon fucking Targaryen.

It would be a difficult task, but he could right the sins of his father using his beautifully wanton granddaughter.

After topping her cunt up with more of his seed, Vaena's stomach let out a loud growl. Aemond promptly had breakfast sent up, removing the book case blocking the door and putting his eyepatch back on while they waited. To their surprise, breakfast came with a tiered tray of sweets and pastries, all of Vaena's favorites, and a handwritten note of congratulations from Alicent. Vaena quickly ate the more substantive parts of her breakfast and had no trouble sampling the desserts.

"No wonder you're so soft, you have quite the sweet tooth."

"Am I too plump?" Vaena asked, a little self conscious.

"Not at all." Aemond answered, surprised by the question. She had more weight to her than other maidens at court, but such a fine shape that it added to her beauty. "Before we were wed, after a long day of training and assisting my brother and the hand with running the realm, there was not an idea in my mind so alluring as a soft bed with a soft wife."

He thought of a whore Aegon had forced upon him when they were younger who had heavy tits leaking milk, sealing a specific preference in women he had yet to develop. He thought of Helaena as she filled out after having her three children and how he wished he could have been the one to father them. He thought of how he wrapped his hand around his shaft the night before his wedding, thinking of how beautiful Vaena would look riding him, her tits so full and round and she was just a maiden.

As if she read his mind, she mounted him like a dragon, telling him that if he didn't want her figure reduced from her exertion in their wedding bed, he had best feed her the rest of her sweets as she rode him.

Over the days the pair had to each other, Vaena had proved herself hypnotically wanton and Aemond proved himself capable of keeping up. Aemond took great pain in prying himself from his marriage bed to return to his princely duties, only having the willpower to attend to them when Vaena promised she would cater to his whims when night fell.

#fanfic #smut #all the trigger warnings #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower x oc #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #dead dove do not eat #yandere #minors dni #my stuff

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wof-reworked · 4 months

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Thoughts on Thorn?

First off: sorry for the delay, this was sent to me during my drunk "send me opinions" moment but I only saw it when I woke up and was. very hungover and embarrassed lol. Will try to live up to the original idea tho (plus I am like 3 shots in so you did get your wish in the end !!)

ANYWAY. I really like Thorn. I wish we saw more of her being the leader of the Scorpion Den and what her actual life looks like bc rn it feels like she's become basically Sunny and Qibli's loving mom who all but shows up with cookies for them and their friends when she gets screentime. I think a lot of fandom oscillates between ignoring her and trying to pin some hypocrisy or villain arc on her bc she killed Preyhunter, which. btw. I do have an ancient draft about when I was rereading Sunny's book and taking semi-annotated notes. It's ruthless, but it's not the unwarranted murder people want it to be- she has no reason to trust the Nightwings and Preyhunter opens the convo being rude and challenging her. It's definitely there just as a fakeout to make you think Thorn is Bad News so the parent reveal is more shocking, but I think it shows a really cool and cunning side of her that I wish got more screentime.

Her and Stonemover are also one of my favorite side pairings in the series, not in that they could ever be together again but like. c'mon now. I'm a good sucker for a self made tragedy. I do genuinely believe they could've stayed together forever/become a truly happy couple if Stonemover didn't get in his own head and fall prey to the narrative about animuses and the Nightwing superiority complex. I find the way he describes her as "straight out of his favorite scrolls" as genuinely really romantic, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE m/f pairings where the girl is the headstrong, ruthless one and the boy is a flustered, hopeless romantic who wants to be her pet impress her and win her over. They have some really fun gender fuckery in their relationship and I think it's a missed opportunity to discuss wof's inverted gender roles, what with Queens being the standard. I like to hope they could (platonically) co-parent Sunny after some hard, necessary conversations, but Stonemover is really the big problem in that reconciliation because he's so stuck (ha) in his self-loathing and regret.

I think Thorn is a great side character, and I don't need her to be anything more than that. I would LOVE a winglet or smth like that about her time with Stonemover, but I feel like after the dynamic I've built in my head it would let me down. I think Stonemover should be a boygirl and just a little trans and Thorn should be a butch she/he lesbian but that's my own brand of interest.

tl;dr: that woman is so queer and so cool 2 me <3. I wish she wasn't shoehorned into a relationship w Smoulder since it feels like it was just added because Tui didn't want her "to be stuck as single forever" which is a lame way to approach a woman who absolutely did meet the love of her life and it just. didn't work out. I wish we let stories like that sit a little longer and showed her being happy with her found family of the Scorpion's Den pursuing casual relationships maybe but being happy with the life she's built that's filled with love from so many different places.

#sunny rambles #thank you for the ask !!!#I think for me I really would love to write like. about the scorpion den and thorn's life if I ever get back into fic writing proper

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aldieb · 5 months

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rereading new spring for the first time in ~10 years… takes thus far:

coming back to the series after a whileeee has me approaching the repetitive character/culture/clothing descriptions from a different angle, ie “could this function like homeric epithets but for helping the reader rather than the narrator find their way?” like, there are so many words. long-ass books. and whenever i get to the old familiar “copper-skinned domani, arafellins with their hair in braids, etc” in a crowd scene or w/e my brain kind of breathes a sigh of relief and i coast along for a while before going back into active processing mode. still lmao at the prevalence of the description “unfortunate nose” tho. the phrasing just tickles me

i’m only 100 pages in and twice moiraine has been confronted with information about sex and thought about how she obviously has no problem considering this subject bc she has seen horses give birth. iconic tbh

#wot blogging #feeling very ‘ehh not sure’ abt first bullet tho bc rj’s writing is a permanent brainworm fixture for me like it would probably feel #comforting and grounding no matter what. UNFORTUNATELY (if you want to know ‘why unfortunately’ i have some terrible prose from my early #teen years to show you)

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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 1 year

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Kalon | Pt. 3

Beauty that is more than skin-deep.

Jimin x staff!reader

Summary : you have been working at hybe for/with BTS for a few years and have become great friends with them. Suddenly Jimin starts acting different with you and you can‘t help but get upset because you secretly have a crush on him:(

Genre/Tropes : angst, jealousy, friends to lovers (more like idiots to lovers tho), painful blindness of the two…

Word count : ~1.7K

A/N : Hii! Hope you enjoy the third part<3

Series masterlist<3

Preparing for a comeback was never an easy task. New choreographies to master, stage planning, outfit preparations, media coverage and much more. You had just gotten a raise to the third manager in command which meant that most of your work was to do with the boys, checking choreographies for corrections to match the stage, making sure outfits for each song were impeccable but also comfortable for the boys.

Today the team focused on the new choreos. It has been almost a full month since they started the choreo-focus.

You had spent 9 pause-less hours in the practice room with the boys and a few instructors. For now, tucked away at a far corner in the studio, there was nothing for you to see and comment on, so you had your computer with you, completing documents that were sent to you by the superiors.

Once in a while, after finishing sentences you’d lift your head to observe the boys and their state. Just as you looked up, instructors gave them a little break, seeing as they could barely breathe. You quickly jumped out of your seat on the ground and gathered 7 bottles from a nearby table to pass around.

Approaching the 7 sweaty bodies that laid on the ground a compassionate smile covered your features.

“Okay now everyone sit up and have some water” you called out passing each of them a bottle “and I repeat sit up… I don’t need anyone chocking on water… again…Jin I’m talking to you, you big baby” you shot daggers at your best friend catching his laying form about to pour water into his mouth.

One last bottle is left in your hand as you ascend to Jimin.

He’s been silent lately and no one knew why.

Even Taehyung and Jungkook asked you if you might have a clue what was wrong with their hyung, but you as well as them held no knowledge over the fact.

He was sitting up straight, legs crossed, head narrowed down. “Have some water Jiminie” you put the water in front of him, but he didn’t move a muscle. “Yah Jimin! Drink up while you still can, this is gonna be our last break for a while” Hobi scolded the younger boy.

“I’m not thirsty” he answered in an uninterested tone.

You were about to dispute with him, but an alarm going off took everyone’s attention.

“Time to get back to work” Namjoon signed and handed you his bottle with a quick nod to say ‘thanks’. You return his smile with one of your own before collecting the other bottles out of their way and stacking them next to the wall.

When the music starts again you scan over the seven boys, your eyes unintentionally lingering on one particular boy standing in the front of the set-up.

Oh how much you wished you could enter his head and see what was it that weighed him down, you wished you could solve all his problems only to see his smile beaming at you once again… you hadn’t realized how much his smiles, the ones that left you red as a beet, affected the quality of your daily life, until you lost the privilege of getting multiple through the day…

The clock strikes 9 PM when your older colleagues bid you farewell and leave the almost dark building. You stay behind wanting to finish up a few documents so you’d have all of tomorrow to focus on concert outfits. For you fittings were the hardest part. Stylists would put together wonderful outfits, but without one thought of how anyone is supposed to move around, let alone perform in them. That job was left to you as well as a few older staff members with more experience.

“UGH!” you let out a loud sign resting your head at the wall behind you, closing your eyes to settle the stinging sensation in them from not blinking, “finally, time to go home” you close the laptop securing it in your backpack and locking up the room.

You turn to leave but a light at the end of the hall catches your curiosity. You walk towards the light peeking inside the room.

“Jimin?” you whisper to yourself. The boy was in a dark grey top that you soon realized was actually a light grey top completely drenched in his sweat.

His pale skin shone off the mirror capturing your gaze as it slipped to his face. Wet hair stuck to the pale skin, lips a mix of grey and red, where he must have bit it out of frustration, eye circles prominent even from afar.

‘Is he insane?!’ you thought to yourself becoming aware of all the signs that pointed to a conclusion that he was once again overworking himself.

“Jimin!” you shout over the music coming into the room to give him a piece of your mind. Worry now completely radiating off of you as you stood closer to him, the details even more pronounced to your vision now.

He doesn’t seem to mind your voice as he pays you no attention, eyes still locked on his fluid form in the mirror.

“JIMIN!” you try again, straining your voice. Now your worry becomes irritation as he voluntarily ignores you once again.

You walk over to the stereo and pause the music, and look up at him. He’s storming over to you, his face stone cold which makes you want to curl into yourself but this isn’t your first rodeo with one of the boys overworking themselves, so you know that it’s not always a pretty view.

“What the hell are you doing?” his sharp voice cuts you. He was so close to you making you nervous for all the reasons that did not matter right now. You recover fast enough from your daze.

“Probably saving your life considering the way you look… Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?” you try to lighten the mood, but you come to regret it soon enough.

“Have you?” Jimins eyes scan you up and down and you can physically feel yourself become smaller in his scrutinizing gaze. The lighthearted smile that just adorned your face now gone completely without a trace, your eyes big, insecurities hogging your clear mind into the darkness again. You wrap your arms around your torso as you become painfully aware of the way you look. Your frumpy giant form next to Jimin’s angled toned body seems comical making you feel like a total joke.

You lower your gaze not wanting him to see your eyes that were beginning to moisten and Jimin’s gaze immediately softens seeing your reaction.

Jimin was beating himself up inside. Seeing your face fall, your warmth retreating from him he immediately knew of the monumental mistake that he had just made. He knew that what he said was entirely wrong and not even true in the slightest. He was just so hurt the day he became aware of the feelings that you shared with his hyung and decided that instead of being sad about it he’ll be mad at the whole wide world.

That was in no way a better decision, but for a while being mad at the two of you helped him more than crying into his pillow out of frustration every other day and waking up with a headache.

However the hurricane of emotions that he felt seeing you so close to him messed up his brain. It was just the effect you had on his poor heart that still yearned after you.

With you so close he only wanted to bring you into his embrace like he used to and squeeze you tightly till you couldn’t stop laughing. Yet he knew that these dreams of his were in ruins as you belonged to another and he couldn’t let himself act out his feelings so instead he masked it with hatred and fury.

“Just… don’t hurt yourself…” you clamer out, eyes never again meeting his as you retreat out of the room.

Jimin lifts his hand to stop you, his whole body burning with embarrassment that he said that to you that he made you feel sad, but you don’t notice him.

Jimin is left alone in the room, his hand still up, reaching for you who is no longer present. He stays frozen in that position overthinking everything that just happened, beating himself up for being such an idiot.

“No wonder she likes Seokjin, not me… there’s nothing to like about me.” he glances at his slouched void form in the mirror, before resuming the music, determined to dance until he can no longer lift his feet as punishment…

The moment you step out of the room your tears cascade down your warm cheeks and a shaky cry escapes your lips. You cover your face your palms crying into them with pain seeping through you.

You had always had insecurities about the way you looked, but being with BTS had helped so much, considering that the boys were all about self-love and never said anything hurtful your way.

Jimin’s comment released the dark monster inside your head.

You did look ridiculous, how could you even let yourself think that he could possibly ever like you back, when you looked like ‘this’. You should apologize to him for having to be so close to someone so ugly…

But if Jimin thought you were disgusting the rest of the boys definitely did too… maybe they just haven’t blurted something out in your earshot.

You took your hand away from your face deciding that you’d better leave before you can run into Jimin again. Just then you notice your reflection in the mirror. It’s a confirmation of all the thoughts you had before. The girl standing in front of you had a red wet face, budging stomach in pants with a cropped sweater that made her look like a shapeless whale. Jimin’s voice echoed in your head again.

‘Have you?’

You snapped your eyes away and hurried out of the building, leaving droplets of fresh tears all the way home.

#bts #bts x reader #bts fic #bts angst #bts f2l #bts jimin #jimin angst #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin #bts hurt/comfort #bts fanfic #bts imagines

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baladric · 3 months

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i do live in fear of ppl asking for fic recs for my main fandoms, bc one of the side effects of me writing for a fandom is i stop reading other ppl's stuff ahdjfjfj like im so sorry, i have read two (2) goblin emperor fics ever, and apparently one of them is contentious, and the other one is blackbird, which we have all already inhaled.

idk why im embarrassed abt that tho, i just get into a space where i wanna play w my little guys in my own space and im so happy there that it's like yes this is the point of fanworks, i am enjoying myself and that's what matters!!

anyway, the rework of my ethuverazhin flagging fic is approaching being done and has ended up being so much more drastic than i intended that i'm just gonna. post it as a new story w a note that it's a huge overhaul of nor desire, with the same trajectory but an extremely different actuation—and i might wait to post it until i have the follow-up in the series done (should be real quick) just to incentivize that hehe

(tho i hope no one needs incentive, imo this one is SO much better and gets at the themes i was aiming for the first time but only sort of winged them)

((i am not deleting the first one jic it's an important thing to someone, i've had stories i cared abt deeply disappear before and i refuse to risk doing that to anyone else))

(((pirate au will happen. someday. sorryyyy)))

#i am babbling

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lemon-wedges · 8 months

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Heey just wanted to tell you that I adore your art, especially the way you draw Barok. You humanised him in a way I've never seen an artist do. All your characters, but especially him, look like real, soft, approachable people. I can almost see their chests expanding, I can imagine them laughing and breathing, I can tell how in love your ships are, which is very special and very rare

Your art makes me extremely emotional

(also where did you study, what books did u read, how long did it take you to learn to draw like that??)

AH thank you for the sweet ask! it really made my day to hear this TTuTT

As for your other asks, ill put them undercut with some photos and links to stuff!!

I've been drawing for about ahhhh 16 years( 8 of which are actually like serious school stuff than just a hobby) but tbh its only really been in the last 3 where i feel like ive been making actual progress in improving my stuff. but thats my personal path in art and its always gonna be different for you or anyone else.

anyways 3 years ago i made some changes to my drawing habits and study methods that were like. real specific to where i wanted my art to go (cleaner lines, better foundations, gesture, etc etc). I worked on thing one at a time tho!! it can get overwhelming real quick if youre not careful. So the stuff im gonna give you is geared towards....well, me? both in content im searching for and just the classes that resonate how i like learning

OK BOOKS:

CLEANER LINES. I use to have a habit of making like EXTREMELY sketchy and unconfident lines. This is a landscape book that i literally just copied every single thumbnail. Helped me get into the habit of both using only a few strokes to get an idea across and breaking down complicated subjects into shapes

ANATOMY. Morpho series. Its not a how-to-book tho its just a compilation of an artists break downs. This one is my fav tho. And helped a lot when i was struggling to understand like ALL BODY PARTS

CLOTHING. This is probably my fav clothing book. Very short and published in the 1940s. Its helpful specifically to ME cause its clothing is closer to TGAA outfits(mens) than more modern books LOL

And now CLASSES. I do actually have an art degree from a university and let me tell you. I was left SEVERELY lacking any skills i needed to go into the industry I was interested in 👍 (not cause of the professors but cause the school itself was actively killing its art department :p) So i was kinda just left looking into online stuff on my own (AND COMMUNITY COLLEGE!!!! MY BELOVED AFFORABLE CLASSES )

NEW MASTERS ACADEMY. Its a subscription-have access to all the videos for a month to a year- kind of thing. cheapest is about $40 a month. REALLY REALLY helped my anatomy and foundations. Steve Huston: Good for entire step by step anatomy break downs. Micheal Mattesi & Karl Gnass: Gesture. I've watched a handful of other videos but these instructors were the most helpful to me

DRAWING AMERICA. A lot more pricey. Around $100-$300. but youre basically paying to own the recorded classes and keep them forever. I've only really taken Will Westons classes cause he focuses on BGS and props. But he also has some nice composition stuff thrown in there too.

(I've taken a LOT of online courses and the thing about a majority of them is that they arent really taught by professors or teachers so they tend to be more like a giant Tip video than an actual lesson plan. And if u haven't taken an art class before the difference is HUGE)

and i think thats it? i guess if theres anything else i can give u its this tip:

you mentioned my art is humanizing. Thats a comment ive heard a few times and i guess its odd to say but i dont really know what youre seeing? Like i understand the "ships in love" but cause i did go out of my way to draw sappy love faces 10 bajillion times until i was satisfied. But alive? hmmmmmm like THINK i might know what you may be responding to. Its a combo of the gesture and my effort in trying not to loose the energy of the original sketch when i go to clean it up. And what ive figured out is this. Youre not outlining or tracing your under sketch youre REDRAWING it .

i put the under sketch and clean up next to each other so hopefully this makes sense but like. when i do an under sketch im only really focused on building the figure. When u build a figure youre drawing out bigger shapes and breaking them down into smaller and smaller ones. Lines feel like they have more energy at this stage because the circles and cylinders are fully drawn out, making them have a continuous momentum. So then when it comes to the clean up stage. im not looking to trace the exact lines i drew out (if u notice my final isnt a 1 to 1 copy of the og) im trying to follow the flow of the original lines. thats why youll see lines go thru the figure sometimes, its me trying to keep the energy in that line even if its not suppose to be very long.

idk if this makes any sense at all.....and maybe i should have recorded me actually drawing this out but [shrug emoji] i could do it later if anyone is interesting in wtf is happening here. CAUSE I SWEAR ever since i started cleaning my sketches like this i started to get those comments. but also i could be wrong too.....then i REALLY dont know what im doing ahahahah

Anyways, i hope something in here ends up helping you anon!!! GOOD LUCK ARTING I BELIEVE IN YOU :O

#asks #art reference #the art of a lemon wedge #ALSO :D #ahaha barok is one of my favs to draw so im like extra happy you like him

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Honestly; I didn’t mind the ‘Doctor Who’ regeneration-esque approach ‘Strikes Back’ took to its Gwen — it was like what she did to Doctor Doom in ‘The Unbelievable GwenPool’ but to herself — explaining how those other ‘earlier’ versions could die paradox-free. The real question is whether they’re still out there or not — the original miniseries never definitively answered this, and it would be a killer concept for a fic — ‘variants’ without being variants, ‘clones’ without being clones — something better, like ‘Star Trek’ and its transporter duplicates or ‘Westworld’ and its other Doloreses. The follow-up (and potentially for an ‘All-New All-Different Dark Gwen’ alongside the main one) is fascinating.

Anon when I say I'm obsessed with the implications of the Gwen Hive that is an understatement. The thought of them haunts me. The stories that could come from them, the existential crisis that comes from finding yourself in a world you are told is just a few weeks older than you are and yet you are unrecognizable (in personality, at least)

I've talked about the Doctor Doom thing before, and came to the conclusion that this was essentially time travel she was doing. And the Gwen Hive is the result of her going back in time when she was still being written by writers who characterized her in certain ways and making copies of them to bring forward.

For the fic that I'm planning, personally, I'm taking where Gwen is at the end of the Bullseye Cut (previous fic in the same series) i.e. has no idea that the fourth wall is crumbling, even as she picks up on the fanfiction aspects of her reality and has been shown to manipulate them. This one has her work with a few Gwen Hive members (tho she isn't the one who's brought them out) and interestingly: her other Gwenpool variants across universes (Gwen from Deadpool Kills The Marvel Universe Again, Gwen from Into The Venomverse, and other such variants). The goal is to get her to grapple with her own existence. How can she be transported from the real world if there are more of her???

But yeah it's not really a concrete idea yet.

#gwen poole #gwenpool #existential dread

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lizzybeth1986 · 8 months

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Would you be in the mood to do a quick hc of what it would be like to romance Kiara? Like what kind of person would you have to be to catch her eye? If you're bad at learning languages would that be a turn off of hers? I just didn't understand what she saw in Drake lol it felt so random when they wrote that in lol

Hello, @masked-alien-lesbian! Thank you so much for another lovely Kiara ask - I love talking about her, Hana and Liam xD

So! HC's on Kiara as a love interest? I'm game!! 😃 (It's going to be long tho...I am incapable of writing anything quick sorry!! 🙈)

So I had my own thoughts, but I also often discuss Kiara (and our other common fave characters) with a group of close friends (thank you so much for the additional inputs, @cassiopeiacorvus, @thecapturedafrique and @mand-delemonde! 🤗🤗🤗). I found that we agreed on several things when it came to writing Kiara romantically, and the kind of person we liked to pair her with. These things I found the most important:

A Respect for Diplomacy.

I feel like even if they don't show an inclination, it's alright as long as they do not look down on the value of diplomacy and diplomatic relations.

I can see her even with someone who may be militaristic in their approach, as long as they value diplomacy. Having someone who is their opposite in approach can be beneficial as a match as that allows for different perspectives but there should be a healthy respect from both sides.

An Enthusiasm for Learning.

I feel like they don't need to even be the most knowledgeable person in the room, but there should be a willingness to be open to different perspectives. Kiara is herself someone who likes to learn new things and educate herself. I feel like she would want someone who shows that kind of energy and respects her love for her pursuits as well.

An Appreciation for Different Cultures.

I can see her with someone who likes travel, loves to explore different cultures, and yes - would like to learn languages. I don't think they need to be polyglots like her and her family, but someone she can talk about nuances of language with who would find joy in those discussions, and not look at it as some weird interest, or look down on her for it, or doubt her proficiency (Madeleine, the MC and Maxwell do this at least once each in the original series).

From what I've seen in canon, she has never shown any disdain for people who don't know French as well as she does (eg. In Lythikos in TRR1, she is only offended when you ask her to sleep with you in French). People in fandom have called her a snob for this skill, and the MC in TRR3 was allowed to do the same...but tbh she doesn't show any snobbery through this skill or when other people aren't as good at it. So I can definitely see her happier with someone who is willing to explore different cultures with respect and enthusiasm, than someone who doesn't care or looks upon these pursuits with disdain.

Physicality

So this section, and the next, is where I get into what the narrative has to say about Kiara's feelings for Drake. The first time we get a hint of that is when Kiara gets flustered seeing Drake shirtless in TRR2 Ch3 during the barn raising (if you choose to partner with Drake). She also pays attention to the fit of his suit, as you can see in TRR3 Ch 7 when a single Drake comes with the group to her province. In TRH, she talks of liking more rugged, down-to-earth men if the MC is married to Drake. So at least in terms of men that's what canon claims she may like, but that can always change!

In terms of women...canon doesn't say much about her sexuality either way (except that she initially seems shocked during Savannah's bachelorette if you ask her to play bed-wed-dead with female options, but she does proceed then to pick options! Olivia to sleep with, Penelope to marry). So anything is game!! In my personal headcanon (and I mention this in a story of mine titled "The Perfect Gift") that she is "woefully specific" in the kind of man she wants, but finds herself attracted to a wide range of women. So physicality and personality wise I can see her with a wide range of women, ranging from very masculine presenting to ultra feminine presenting femmes.

Loyalty to Friends and Family.

I have begun to realize that very often fandom tends to limit Kiara's feelings for Drake to just the previous point, and assumes that canonically all she feels for him is just plain lust. I feel this ignores something Kiara herself tells us in TRR2 Ch4, during the garden party. There, Kiara tells us that her fondness for Drake began when they were younger - seeing his loyalty and dedication to his friend Liam.

Kiara herself is affectionate in her own way towards her friends and family, though she also employs "tough love". Very often she guides and defends Penelope and Zeke, even though they sometimes frustrate her. She also is from a family that shows an abundance of love and care for each other, and I would think she would appreciate a spouse who would appreciate and value her family as well. So yes, I can see her highly valuing loyalty and filial relationships, especially healthy balanced filial relationships. I cannot see her with someone who would view the people she loves and values with disdain.

And while Kiara herself may not require this as a character, I would like to see the people around her show the same loyalty and love towards her as well. Unfortunately in canon, even Penelope and Ezekiel - her own best friend and brother - don't give back the same energy that she gives out for them. So my hc always is that the person she is with gels well with her family and friends, but also gives her the attention and focus and care she deserves.

In terms of turn offs for Kiara, a big turn-off I can see for her based on canon would be people overstepping their boundaries, or showing ostentatious behaviour designed to show off their power. She initially allies with both Olivia and Madeleine and different points in the series, but shows visible frustration when they get drunk on their own power and abuse their position. I can see this play out even more intensely in a romantic situation. Kiara won't suffer fools or people who play too many games.

I don't think not knowing languages would be a turn off, but not showing a basic interest or at least a healthy respect, for her interests will. I cannot see her staying with a person who looks down on learning languages, or cultural diversity, for too long. I feel like she needs to be happy talking to her partner and engaging them in conversation, and you can't have that with someone who may look down on your passions.

Now to get to the point about Drake! In some ways I'm kind of okay with the randomness of it - after all, the team was on a bit of a "pair the spares" spree in TRR2, where every LI got an alternative LI (TRR was somewhat unique in this respect - very often alternatives would be given only to whichever LI the team deemed the least popular). Clearly the only alternative LI they had planned somewhat was Olivia and Liam, so of course Driara (and Maxwell x Penelope, which was introduced in TRR2 Ch 6, and didn't last very long) would feel a little random.

However, given Kiara is a very practical woman in canon itself...one could still figure out a way to make such a scenario fit with her character. I could always headcanon that she couldn't show any indication of her feelings in the social season where she was a competitor, and it would make sense! And now that the competition is over and the Prince made his final choice, she could feel free to pursue or at least interact with the man she really liked.

Back when I shipped Drake and Kiara, I thought there could be potential in terms of an opposites-attract scenario. I liked the idea of Kiara nursing a secret fondness for earthy, rugged men, as well as the possibility of Drake realizing that not all nobles were evil through someone like Kiara. And there were some scenes at least in TRR2 where Drake seemed like he could view her differently (and be a total weirdo about it) like the option in the prank scene, where he could leave a cute note to her.

Had the narrative actually cared about Kiara, and viewed Drake as someone who needed to grow from his own prejudices, I believe there was a possibility for a good relationship there.

Unfortunately the narrative dislikes proving Drake wrong, and doesn't mind throwing Kiara under the bus...which was why, when Drake stans spewed their racist vitriol all over Kiara during TRR3, the end result we got in TRR3 (where they "confirmed" how much Drake disliked Kiara) was equally racist. That is ultimately why I would never, ever go for Driara...but there was some potential if Drake showed any interest in growing and evolving beyond his puny mindset.

Above all to me, I need the person I pair Kiara up with, to center her as much in their relationship as she would them. Which is why Drake is not even worth considering as a partner for her, IMO...and why I wouldn't go for Penelope either even though she and Kiara are a popular fandom pair. Kiara's friendship with Penelope centers too much around her, and Penelope (in canon especially) brings none of that energy when Kiara would most need it.

To sum it up? I feel like personality wise I wouldn't mind someone who could balance out her practicality and rational bent of mind with a more emotional approach, and someone who would take pride and joy in her interests and achievements. Someone she can have fun talking to, and someone who would fiercely protect and defend her as much as she would do so for them. (In my universe, that's basically Hana 😄)

I hope this helped and didn't confuse you too much!! 🙈🙈

#ask me #ask lizzy #kiara theron #masked-alien-lesbian

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MOM please more sandman and more angst love you

THE SECOND GLANCE | endless drabble series (sandman edition)

summary: a new star is born and coincidentally, you start appearing in dream’s path pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader a/n: ok tw for angst & death tho <3

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It’s another walking, another excursion into the young Earth and humanity that’s set to conquer it. They have discovered a new God, a kind one, and decided to dye the streets in blood in his name. Conquest and war breaks between plagues and dead wives birthing soldiers for the brave new world. There are more nightmares than there had ever been before – all of his creation, a punishment for the sake of balance. Death joins him, lost in a throng of starving families.

The Lord of Dreams is an esteemed traveler and a guest in a noble house whose name will eventually be swallowed by history. The father is old and the wife is young and their children are sickly – the oldest of the bunch, a daughter, is their biggest disappointment. He’s seated by a large wooden table that overflows with wine and cheese and bread and fruit. A gloomy evening glowers outside the castle. An ominous, melancholy atmosphere permeates the walls.

His wife is sick, see, and Death is a doctor from the East. The Lord of Dreams does not pity the man that gorges himself and laughs merrily with spittle falling from his lips, “—and if you saw how much I had to pay – I, me!” His fist lands on the dining table with a thundering thud, “For that knight to take my daughter, why I should have had him executed. But alas, what is a father to do without a son? What must I do, if not pay, for someone to take my daughter?”

The heavy wooden doors part open and in slinks a figure clad in expensive cloth and jewelry. Dream straightens in his chair, momentarily frozen at the sight. You. You, with a golden pitcher swishing with wine, approaching in soft footsteps and wordlessly pouring a glass for your father, then Death, then him. You smell different, now, like rose oil and a day spent between ink and parchment. The same features, the same body, only the curl of your hair is different.

Your father motions to you with his head, “’s her.” He glowers. You don’t react, more than used to the spite, “My first wife died to birth her.” It’s an accusation, “Midwife said she’s cursed.”

Your hands tremble lightly as you set the pitcher down. The tight set of your jaw indicates of a deep dissatisfaction you dare not voice.

“Am I dismissed, father?”

Even your voice, though strained, drawls a song-like tune. With a dismissive wave of the baron’s hand you’re half-way across the room and gone behind shut doors.

Death regards her brother with a strange look. He pretends not to notice.

He finds you later that evening, sat lonesome by the stained glass windows of your tower. And as he approaches, he feels it again, your dreams pouring out of you – of freedom, of future, of endless swaying fields of wildflowers and sunny skies. There’s no pain in that image, no possibility of hurt – an utopia, a safe haven for all unwanted, unfit, unlikable.

You startle when you notice him, dyed in a pale blue between the arches. You feign a smile, though you’re deep in thought that much he can tell.

“…I shall tell you a secret if you promise to tell no one of it.” You start after a pause, your voice tired and somber, like a mourning bird’s.

“I’m listening.”

“My husband is a terrible, evil man.” You find his gaze in the shade, “I should rather die than marry.”

The morning comes and Dream finds Death in the labyrinth of halls. His steps are quick and angry, almost, and when he stops his sister there’s a tight knit between his brows and a sneer on his lips, “You lied to me.” Death regards him silently, all softness and endless compassion, “You weren’t here for the wife, you were here for her.”

“Who is she?”

“I-what?”

“The Baron’s daughter. Who is she?”

He’s irritated and far too old to be acting the way he is. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips, “I don’t know.”

“Then why do you care?” It’s not a biting question, rather an inquisitive one. Her eyes gleam kindly with knowledge that escapes him, and he thinks Death is either hiding something from him or trying to make him see something that isn’t there.

“I don’t.” He grits.

Her lips pinch into a little smile. A thoughtful hum, then, “Well, then if you don’t care, I suppose you won’t care to know that it was painless. Or that she asked of you.” She drew nearer, whispering in his ear, “And since you’re too stubborn to ask what she inquired, I’ll tell you myself. She only wanted to know your name.”

hope you liked it <3

#the sandman #dream x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #netflix sandman #imagine #imagines #the sandman x reader #more angst

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