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coriolanus who arrives at a town outside of panem after running away from the messes he left, with no reminders of home except lucy gray at his side and his mothers shawl. the small town exists completely off the map, one he'd never heard of throughout his academy education. and the people don't like him, for good reason. he's clearly capitol. she's clearly district. it's clear who the town prefers, taking in the girl with the familiar accent and sweet voice while pushing away the boy with the proper speech and air of arrogance.
coriolanus who has to find work for the first time in his life. he tries his hand at getting his hands dirty, planting in gardens like he did during the war as a child. he's still skilled at growing parsley, but the job doesn't stick. and somehow, after being encourage by lucy gray and trained by a few of her new friends, he finds himself as a cowboy.
cowboy!coriolanus who is a natural protector. he protects lucy gray like it's his first instinct, and with time, he does the same to the other town members. he's lost his capitol speech at this point, starting to drop the ends of his words if he's not careful to keep them intact. his hair has started to grow back in, he's regained his capitol charms, and all together, he's steadily becoming more trustworthy to people. they start to like coriolanus, the way they say his name changing from an afterthought full of distaste to a word of slight impressiveness, even though they often say his name with a gap between the first and second part (corio-lanus).
cowboy!coriolanus who can't help but start protecting you, too. someone he firsts comes to know as a bartender, usually working behind the counter when lucy gray performs. her voice will always keep her fed. it keeps them fed now, too, that and coriolanus' good work with a gun and his fists. he puts them to use when people (usually men) step out of line towards you.
cowboy!coriolanus who finds solace in his new life through you. lucy gray has adapted easily. life here isn't much different from district 12. but compared to the capitol, coriolanus is on a completely different planet. in twelve, there were a few delicacies or televisions, but here, there's next to none. y'all live like the men in history books, the life coriolanus would always think down on while he did his homework at night. but now, with your long skirts and corsets, and your love of celebrations, he can find some similarities to the capitol. he can make a new home.
cowboy!coriolanus who has to leave town weeks at a time, going with the other men to gather what they can. there's times where he would consider skipping town completely, taking his horse and his weapons and fleeing. maybe trying his luck back in twelve, or two. or maybe even the capitol. but then, with the sun in his eyes and a forced squint taking over his face, he would think of you. the one who kissed him off, sweetly telling him to come back to you safely. the one who was definitely waiting for him back home, watching lucy gray's shows with that same smile on your face. he would then worry about your safety, if people were bothering his two girls with no one there to protect you both. that was enough motivation to bring him back.
cowboy!coriolanus who looks fucking amazing on a horse. his blond hair sticking out from underneath his hat, his skin tanned and glowing. his demeanor completely casual, one you could hardly replicate when sitting atop the animal. "wanna hop on up?" he would always tease you, smiling big when you were quick to decline. instead, he would hop down and greet you there, pressing his lips to yours and his hands to your lower back.
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Hello. First of all love your writing. <3
I have a request for you:
can you write a robb stark x reader maybe reader is a ward of the starks and the two have been engaged and best friends since childhood. Then the wedding comes and the reader is nervous and afraid of the wedding night
thank you
Robb Stark*Goodnight Dear Husband
Pairing: Robb Stark x f!reader
Word count: 1594
Warnings: insecurity, worrying about sex, (brief)motherhood, marriage
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you still remember the first night you spent at Winterfell. The day had been so fun. Catelyn gave you a tour of the castle, Ned let you try pick up his sword Ice which you could barely even lift the handle, Jon taught you how to sneak into the kitchens. You even remember meeting Robb.
He was a lanky boy, seven to your six. His knees were knobbly, and his curly hair could barely be controlled no matter how much his mother tried. Freckles scattered his cheeks and there was a shy smile on his chapped lips. “Welcome my lady,” he greeted with a shaky bow which was matched with your own wonky curtsey.
“I like your horse,” he said, pointing to the stuffed animal in your hand. A wide smile beamed onto your face at that, “Would you like to meet my horse? You can ride him if you’d like,” and within moments of arriving you were already fast friends. You didn’t even know you were to marry him yet.
The day was fun but tiring at that. there was a small feast of stew and honey cakes to welcome you however you were relieved to be shown to your room. It was only a corridor away from Robb’s and next to the young Sansa’s and Arya’s.
The bed practically consumed you as you clambered in, snuggling into the furs to try get away from the nipping cold. You watched as the candle flame began to waver just as a wolf howled. Your hands clutched the furs in fear before bravely reaching out to grab your horse.
But it wasn’t there.
You’d left it at the feast. How could you be so foolish? You gently began to sniffle, soft tears falling when you realised you were alone, and the light was nearly out, and you didn’t know where they kept the spare candles. Then there was a knock at the door.
You quickly jumped out of bed, running to the door encase your parents had come to tell you it was time to go home. Instead stood a boy with knobbly knees and unkempt curls holding a stuffed horse. “You forgot this. Were you crying?”
“No,” you sniffled, snatching the horse from his hands, “Its just dusty in here,” Robb nodded, biding goodnight and turning to leave when you grabbed his wrist, “Wait! I-I,” you stammered, “I don’t know where the candles are,” you mumbled.
Robb, no longer even slightly shy, strode into the room, fetching them from a drawer and quickly lighting more for you. “How’s that?”
“Perfect. And thank you,” you said, smiling softly at the boy, a yawn overcoming you again.
“Do you want me to tuck you in?” he offered as you began to clamber into bed, “Its what my mum does when I’m scared,”
“I’m not scared,” you pouted, pulling the covers over yourself, “You can. If you want to. Its up to you,” you said, silently hoping he would which he instantly did. Robb tucked you in, kissing your forehead before turning to leave, “Night Robbie,”
“Night, night,”
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You were pacing your room so much you wondered if you might wear a hole in the stone floor. Your wedding dress was folded perfectly in a chest by the foot of your bed. There was a box on top of it with your families crest on a broach your parents had gifted you as well as a Stark amulet from Ned and Cat. It also had hair pins, carefully selected by Sansa from the market and a silver ring with a red stone from Robb.
Everything was as it was supposed to be. You were to marry Robb and officially become a Stark. Yet for some reason your corset felt so tight you could hardly breathe despite how lose it was. Your mind was running over drive as your pacing struggled to keep up.
There was a soft knock on the door. You rushed over, flinging it open despite the late hour, to be greeted by your soon to be husband, “Robbie,” you almost gasped, “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” he said, coming in without having to ask, “Who were you expecting?”
“No one,” you lied, biting your lip in the way that made Robb raise an eyebrow. “Jon said he’d sneak me some honey cakes after cook went to bed,”
Robb chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair off your face. “You look so pretty,” despite him saying it a hundred times you still felt the butterflies dancing in your stomach.
“You wanna come in?” you asked.
He didn’t need to be told twice and soon you were sat on your bed, your legs over his and your head on his shoulder. It was a peaceful silence. It should have been relaxing but soon your mind began to wonder.
You were to be married tomorrow. There was a gorgeous white dress waiting for you, jewels to match, a new name and title. You were going to move into Robb’s room, be his wife, his comfort, his relief. In all ways soon.
Despite loving Robb, a rarity in marriage, you couldn’t help being scared. Sure, he was attractive, stunning even, and its not like you hadn’t had thoughts about it before but suddenly the wedding night was dawning on you.
Its not like you didn’t want to have sex. From what you had done with Robb you knew it would be good. great even. Orgasmic hopefully. But the idea of it made you tense. Something Robb soon noticed.
“You, okay?” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.
“Yeah, just thinking,” you mumbled as you picked at your fingers, “Just you know. Wedding stuff,”
“You don’t sound too excited sweetheart,” he pouted, tightening his arms around you, “C’mon you can tell me,”
You sighed before moving to face him, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes were so filled with care you could drown in them. “Just worried about what comes next,”
“Kids?” he asked, eyebrows scrunched up.
“No! well now I am but still,” you sighed, closing your eyes so you could finally say the right words, “What if I’m not good at it?” you said, emphasizing the last word making a small oh come from his mouth. “I know it’s stupid- “
“It’s not stupid sweetheart,” he hushed, his hands moving to gently squeeze yours, “But trust me you’ll be good at it,” he chuckled.
“What if I don’t do it right?”
“We’ll figure it out,”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Then we’ll stop,”
“What if you don’t think I look good?”
“That’s not physically possible,” he said, tilting your chin up with two fingers to give you a soft kiss with his cheeky smile. It quickly turned into a softer face, “Besides we don’t have to do it just because we can,”
You sighed, “I know you want too then,”
Robb shuffled, almost pulling away making you sit up. His shoulders deflated as he sighed, “Of course I want to love. But only if you do. I don’t want to have sex with some girl just because I can. I wanna be with you,” he said, taking your hands, “because I love you,” he managed to get a small smile out of you making him grin, “And because you’re sexy as fuck,”
“Shut up,” you laughed, smacking at his chest, “You can’t blame me for being worried,”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m nervous too,” he admitted making you laugh a little, “What?”
You shrugged, your eyes wandering over him, “Just never imagined you not all confident and suave. Besides you don’t need to be nervous. You’re perfect,” your hand moved to cup his jaw, your thumb running over his cheek bone.
Robb pulled your legs over his lap, pulling you into his side. “That’s how I feel about you. Whatever happens or doesn’t happen or whatever,” he rambled, taking your hands in his, “We’ll do it together and we’ll go slow. I never want to hurt you,”
“And I never wanna lose you,” you said squeezing his hands
“Good,” he said, leaning forward to kiss your lips gently, “Because you’re stuck with me,” you leaned in to return the kiss which started slow and gentle, but a shiver ran down your spine when his hand moved to rest on your hip. Your glorious make out was interrupted by a knock at the door.
It quickly opened just as you and Robb were pulling apart, “Gross,” Jon muttered as he closed the door behind him. “Also, sorry cook was up late tonight getting ready for the wedding,” he said as he handed you the wrapped goods, “speaking of. You.” He said, pointing a finger at Robb, “get to bed. I haven’t been covering for you two for you to get busted in her bed the night before so get,”
Robb sighed as he dragged himself away from you, giving one last peck before he had to go and before Jon would hit him. “And you,” Jon said as he now pointed his finger to you, “Get your beauty sleep. You need it,” he said with a tilted smile making Robb hit him and you laugh.
“Your one to talk now beat it. a lady needs her rest,”
“Uhuh,” Jon said, rolling his eyes but quickly wishing goodnight. He pretended not to notice Robb giving you a goodnight kiss and instead waited in the hall.
“I’ll see you tomorrow love wife even,” he grinned.
“Goodnight, dear husband,”
“Goodnight sweet wife,”
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rabbit costume + luxe couture miss raven
Because I love the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic and White Rabbit Fest is running in EN right now… 😭 I decided to make a Rabbit Costume for my OC! Figured I’d also do the same for the event running in JP at the same time, Tapis Rouge in the Shaftlands.
Special thanks goes to @peripheralsanity for the super adorable bonus drawing of Miss Raven in her Rabbit Costume 😭 I wanna cram that bunny into my mouth like an Easter marshmallow…
My own doodles are below the cut, along with various design notes 📝
First up, the Rabbit Costume!
It takes a lot of inspiration from Alice herself: the bow in her hair, the dress, the apron. Miss Raven’s Heartslabyul dorm uniform design also pulls inspiration from Alice, so I tried very hard to make this look unique from that!
There’s a lot more bows, frills, and huge, goofy-looking accessories—like the rabbit ears + tail plus the shoes. The outfit also features a lot of pastel checkerboard pattern and shimmery makeup, like what is featured in Deuce’s Rabbit Costume. Upon closer inspection, there’s even more intricacies! Raven’s apron has heart-shaped pockets, the apron’s top has card motifs stitched into it, and the corset belt has a rabbit slowly dressing and then taking up a bugle to play. The transition demonstrates her own adaption to living among non-animals 😅
The rabbit on her skirt, chain, prize ribbon, and earring aren’t the White Rabbit but a cobbled together rabbit that’s missing an eye. The XO Rabbit poses as and stillinvokes the image of the White Rabbit, especially when it’s right next to a pocket watch. It fits Raven, who is someone not “organically” in the world of TWST (since she’s an OC).
I think my favorite part of this design is the super wacky and big hair. You may recognize it from the Hatsune Miku x Cinnamoroll campaign that was popular a while back. The shape reminded me of bunny ears, so I thought it would be nice to incorporate into Raven’s Rabbit Costume.
There’s so many strange things in clock town to observe! Miss Raven would have a fun time hopping around and seeing the sights… documenting them with Ortho, picking out clocks and other souvenirs with Silver, chomping through the local specialties with Epel. Ah, and as for Deuce 🤔 “Your son is trying very hard in his studies, ma’am,” she’d tell Dylla very seriously. “I commend him for his efforts.” (She very tactfully focuses on his improvements and personal growth over the actual numbers he produces.) Students of 1-A gotta look out for each other, right? Deuce fist bumps her behind her back or something to signal his thanks.
Miss Raven isn’t the athletic type, so I don’t think she would run in the relay race with them. (It would be hard to run in that dress anyway.) She can stick on the sidelines and cheer for them…!
Next is the Luxe Couture!
I actually made two variants. One is more inspired by the Fairest Queen’s raven and the other is similar to the SR and R boys’ huntsman-inspired designs.
The first has more of an old-fashioned movie star feel to it… which isn’t really what Vil invited the other students for so it falls outside of canon 😂 I just thought it would be cool to have a more personalized, glamorous fit for Raven.
She has much darker and more excessive eye makeup in this version. A bold, more confident look outside of her usual wheelhouse. Her hair is also curled into her face to resemble feathers, and her bun also has strands spiked up to look like feathers too. The dress itself is also very feathery, forming a train behind her wherever she stomps in her heels. The top of the dress also acts as a feather boa, making her appear larger and more intimidating than she actually is.
If you’re wondering why tiny skull earrings, it’s because the Evil Queen’s raven falls into a skull at one point in the movie 💀 since it’s so taken aback by what it is witnessing… That “wow!” but also somewhat scared feeling is very similar to how Raven feels entering Fairest City, so I wanted to include a skull in some way. If I made the motif too big or too obvious, then it might clash with the whole ensemble so I chose to go with an understated accessory instead.
This look is definitely the most “different” of the group, but I tried to keep some elements in common with the others. For example, Raven still has the lace curtain which appears from where her dress is slit. She also has sheer gloves that have been studded with little white rhinestones. The jewels aren’t as big or colorful as Vil’s, but that’s the point: to not outshine the star. Miss Raven is nothing more than the shadow that clings to its queen 😌
The more group-cohesive outfit is last!
It’s a similar double-breasted beige coat as Jamil’s, but it fans out into a dress + slacks at the bottom and has different sleeves. The puffiness of the sleeves at the shoulder and wrists make her seem large and in-charge! The buttons on her coat are large pearls.
I tried to maintain the huntsman’s color scheme throughout the outfit. Because of this, Raven’s belt is red and the lace in her dress is green. Her boots are similar to hiking boots (just picture them fancier in your head OTL I’m not great at drawing footwear).
We get her forehead in this design!! Her hair is pulled back into a “fancier than usual” ponytail, with her hair bunched into one loop before resuming as a normal ponytail. The clasp she uses is similar to the one Vil wears in his school uniform. Originally, I thought of just shoving an arrow through instead but decided against it since it makes the huntsman theme too obvious. The same reasoning came up when I considered giving Raven a small cocktail hat that looks similar to what the huntsman wore. Her head just looks so naked without something there 😂 but in the end I managed to refrain, and I think that helped the outfit look more clean and elegant.
Raven would be excited to visit Fairest City—it’s the capital of the entertainment industry! Though her main medium is quite different than that of films, she’s always wanted to visit for educational purposes. (Maybe she can learn from the scriptwriters there!) “At least one of you cares to learn,” Vil would tut. The trip’s a little stressful, trapped between Jamil and Azul’s petty remarks at one another and Ace teasing her for being the “odd one out” of the group—but hey, it’s all worth it for the experiences made there! I’d imagine that Raven loves all the pampering they get and all the important people they meet, it makes her feel like a real princess. Everywhere she looks, the streets and stores are shining too! Her raven blood is soaring. “I didn’t realize you had such excitable juniors, Vil,” Eric would chuckle. (“Waaaah, so cool! Like a prince!!” Raven would gush, earning eye rolls from her classmates and a groan from Ace.)
Walking on the red carpet wouldn’t interest her that much; she doesn’t like the attention so she tries hard to just fade behind the others and play support as best she can. Carrying Vil’s things or helping him with his makeup is no problem, just don’t thrust her under the spotlight and all the flashing cameras!
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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 3
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Part 8
AN: Sorry these are taking longer than normal, after the 25th I'm a free fuckin' agent and if you check my updated masterlist you will see I have so many things in the works.
Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?
Warnings: Sexisim, trauma from under the mountain, alcohol, SA
Word Count: 4,189
Another week had come and gone. A week full of tight corsets, uncomfortable shoes, trips to the Autumn Court and of course, snide comments from Eris.
As of late I had begun having nightmares. The kind that left me screaming in bed with no one to hear me. The kind that had me waking up in a pool of my own sweat. It was the same every time, I was the dog in the back of Eris’ kennels. Scared, alone and caged. I would scour the entire cage for a way out, my finger with that giant wedding ring on it scouring the straw covered floors, never once finding an escape. Eris would come in and bend me over like an animal and sometimes I would wake up before he used me and sometimes I would wake up after.
Regardless I was left unable to sleep. So I had taken to my dear brother's liquor cabinet to procure my own sleeping tonic, whiskey. For a few nights it has worked to put me to sleep, but not tonight.
I swirled the last little bit of whiskey around the bottom of the bottle before slugging it all down. I had been slowly nursing the bottle the past two nights knowing that tonight might be my only night to procure a new bottle without anyone seeing. Tonight was boys night at Rita’s meaning that Cassian and Azriel were out with my brother and no one was home to fuss over my new drinking habits.
I toss the empty bottle off the side of my bed and slowly but surely get up, wrapping myself in my silk night robe. My feet wobble beneath me as I make my way to the door, thankfully I know the way to the kitchen like the back of my hand. The only real obstacle being the long dark hallway, but even that’s a straight shot.
I close the door of my bedroom quietly behind me in case there are any maids wandering about the dark hallway that I can’t see. I walk in as straight a line as I can and it isn’t long until I run smack into a wall. When the hell did that get there?
“Princess? ” Cassian hiccuped
It takes me a second to realize the wall I ran into was Cassian, and I start to feel a little better, that is until I start to wobble again.
“Are you drunk?” Cassian hiccups again and I feel his hands on my arms stabilizing me. The smell of cedar, leather and whiskey floating over to me.
“Yeah, but you are too,” I pointed out, pushing a finger into his rock hard chest for emphasis. My eyes adjust to the dark lighting and I can see his face peering down at me. That sculpted, beautiful face that they should really write sonnets about.
“Have to drown my sorrows somehow,” Cassian shrugs, letting go of my arms, stumbling back on his feet.
“Pfft, like you have any sorrows general,” I scoff, starting to move past him. I trip on his foot and nearly fall over, the only thing keeping me from getting an awful rug burn is Cassian catching me by my upper arm.
“Shit princess I can barely walk but let me get you a glass of water,” he says, putting me back on my two feet again.
My heart flutters at his kindness, “You would do that?” I smile drunkenly.
“I’d do anything for you y/n,” Cassian replies and I can tell by the expression on his face that he regrets the words the moment they come out of his drunken mouth. It dawns on me that I’ve never heard Cassian call me by my name before, and I quite like the sound of it.
“W-would you really?” I stumble letting my drunk mind do the talking.
“As long as you’ll let me, I’ll do anything for you princess,” he reiterates and I don’t miss how he switches back to my formal title once more.
“Cassian,” I breathe, unable to say anything more.
“Anything, just tell me what you want,” he says quietly.
My mind swirls with all the things that I want him to do. Get me a glass of water, take me away from here, kiss me. But all those lead to one common bad ending…
“Eris,” I whisper, realizing how close Cassian is to me.
“Don’t marry him,” Cassian slurs, wobbling a bit as he places his hands on my hips. The feeling of his hands on me, and knowing that the only thing separating his skin from mine is a thin silk robe. He seems to realize it too as his glassed over eyes look me up and down. It’s enough to sober up my mind and realize what’s going on.
“You shouldn’t touch me,” I say. “I belong to Eris now.”
“Not yet you don’t,” he hiccups for the third time. “Please, don’t marry him,” he says, getting even closer to me.
I push Cassian off me and he stumbles back, “You’re drunk Cassian and I am too. We should both go to bed, we have a big day tomorrow.” I say stumbling back as best I can towards my bedroom.
The general doesn’t say anything, doesn’t protest or beg and as I step into my bedroom I don’t miss the curse he mutters to himself before waltzing into his own.
The next morning I wake with a raging headache that has me in bed until it’s time for me to attend dinner at the Autumn Court. If it wasn’t for my ladies maids I never would’ve left the warm cocoon of my covers. But I did, and in place of soft sheets was a death grip of a corset and I swore it was tighter than the last one. I looked in the mirror and realized that they had been choosing more and more revealing dresses for me, this one I was sure I had never seen before now.
I made my way into the foyer where I knew Cassian would be waiting dutifully and sure enough the second I walked in his eyes turned to me. I searched for a sign of regret or awkwardness in his eyes given the events of last night, but all I found was Cassian. Handsome, strong, loyal and wonderful Cassian, and a part of me sighed in relief knowing I wouldn’t lose the one life line I had when I was in Eris’ territory.
“You ready to go?” He asks me as he always does.
“I think so,” I answer walking over to him so he can scoop me up.
We take off into the air and the second we are airborne I feel a chill run up my spine. We don’t normally head to the Autumn Court so late in the day, and without the sun to warm my skin the cold seeps in. A cold that has me curling into Cassian more and I swear I feel his arms tighten around me.
“So dinner with the potential, future in-laws tonight?” he asks.
“I suppose so,” I sigh.
“You’ll do great, don't worry,” he smiles trying to lift my mood.
“And what if I don’t want to do great? What if I want things to go so terribly that Eris breaks off the engagement and starts a fight?” I bluster, half joking.
“Then I’ll hold while you punch Princess,” Cassian laughs and the vibrations roll through my body.
“Good dog,” I joke and Cassian erupts in a fit of laughter that warms my soul.
By the time we get there the Autumn Court is lit up with fae lights and the way they illuminate the colors of the autumn trees is breathtaking. Even in the distance I see and feel Eris’ presence like a dark cloud looming over me. Cassian touches down on the front steps and places me on the ground like I’m made of porcelain.
“Good evening my little flame,” Eris greets me, allowing his hands to fall to my waist pulling me in for a kiss. This past week he has gotten more comfortable with affection, but thankfully he had never repeated what happened under the willow tree.
“Good evening Eris,” I give a fake smile as he takes my hands in his. It was my last visit that Eris insisted that I dropped the formalities of calling him Prince Eris, something I felt was off character.
“I have a gift for you,” he smiles, pulling a long black box out from behind his back. He opens it revealing a necklace made up of large rubies. No doubt part of the crown jewels of the Autumn Court.
“Oh Eris! It’s beautiful,” I smile, running my hand over the large gems. I hated to admit it but they were truly breathtaking. Something I would’ve asked my brother to gift me for solstice. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Eris plucks the necklace from the velvet box and motions me to turn around so he can put it on. “I might’ve had ulterior motives,” he smirks, placing the jewels over my neck and clasping them on.
“Well thank you, I really do love it,” I say, running my hands over the large jewels one last time.
It isn’t until I feel the weight of the necklace and hear his words that I realize that ulterior motive. This isn’t just a gift, or a necklace, or even a family heirloom. It's a collar. One meant to show that I belong to him. The weight of it suddenly becomes burdensome and doubles as Eris stands back to admire the necklace now that I’m wearing it.
“It looks perfect on that beautiful little neck,” he smirks, offering me his arm that I take politely. “My family is very eager to meet you. Especially my brothers who have only ever heard stories of your beauty.” he says leading me inside.
“Well I hope that I can live up to my reputation then,” I smile as my heels clack along the marble floors.
“In that dress little flame,” Eris says, looking me up and down, eyes lingering on the cleavage the neckline showed off. “You will be like a walking temptation.”
We make our way to the large dining room and my eyes scan the table. Mounds and mounds of food and wine are littered all over it, enough for the whole court I presume. Everything from duck to boar, no doubt from Eris’ hunts. My mind flashes to the hounds in the kennel and I actively push the thought away.
On one side of the table sits Eris’ six brothers, all of them alike in age. At the head of each end sits Beron Vanserra and his wife. I look for an empty chair, and only find two.
“It’s wonderful to see you again princess,” Beron booms as Eris pulls my chair out for me.
“And you as well High Lord,” I smile bowing to him.
I’m thankful for the chair that now supports me from beneath as I feel my knees start to wobble. I look around at the table once more now that I’m seated, and the plethora of red hair and piercing eyes is enough to make me feel like I’m a lamb shoved in a wolf's den. I feel Cassian taking up space by the door and my heart breaks knowing he must be hungry too.
“Excuse me High Lord,” I ask, pulling Beron’s attention. “But I wonder if you might procure a seat for my guard so that he might enjoy this divine meal as well.”
“Bastards are not allowed to sit at this table,” Beron says with a cool, calm, authority that I almost envy. My blood boils at his words, and tears nearly brim my eyes. Cassian was so much more than a ‘bastard’. Gods, one Cassian was worth more than everyone at this table combined. But to say that would mean my head on a platter.
“Of course my Lord, I don’t know what came over me,” I apologize, bowing my head in submissal.
“Darling you simply must try the wine,” Eris says pouring me a glass.
I swirl the red liquid around and give it a sniff. The strong scent of dark, ripe berries hits my nose. I take a sip and though I hate to admit it, it tastes like heaven. Or perhaps my body is aware that the effects of this wine are the only things that will help me get through this dinner.
“It’s amazing,” I beam looking at my glass. “I love bold reds.”
“From our vineyards here in the Autumn Court,” Beron says proudly. “I’ll be sure to send a case to your brother for you both to enjoy.”
“We would love that, thank you.” I smile while taking another sip.
The table falls into a comfortable conversation and I do my best to keep my head down like Beron's wife, as whatever behavior she portrays will likely be what’s expected of me. So far her etiquette imitates what Eris so crudely said to me just a few days ago…Wives are meant to be seen and not heard, except for in bed of course. Men do love the little whimpers of pain women emit when they are deflowered…
I suppress a shudder at the remembrance of those words, and even though the comment that floats to my ears is another bit of sexist garbage, I’m sadly grateful for the distraction.
“By the gods she is perfect,” one of Eris' brothers says quietly to the other.
I try to hide my blush with another sip of wine, followed by another chunk of potato. Doing everything I can to pretend that I can’t hear the conversation the three brothers in front of me are quietly having.
“Look at her tits,” another one rasps his eyes not so subtly glazing over me, the other brother in the conversation doing the same. I suddenly feel like I’m a piece of livestock up for auction.
“How is it that Eris gets to have the Jewel?” the third one asks quietly, but not quiet enough to escape Eris’ ears.
“Because I am the eldest!” Eris shouts, slamming his fists on the table, and the only person who doesn’t jump from his outburst is Beron. “And you’d do well to hold your tongue in front of the potential mother to the heir of the throne you’ll never inherit.”
I can see the other side of the table debating whether to fight back or not, but it’s Beron who breaks the silence with the ease only a High Lord could do. “I assume that you and your brother will be attending our ball celebrating our fall solstice later this week princess?” Beron asks me.
“Yes of course,” I tell him, setting down my glass of wine.
“Wonderful! We’re quite excited to have you both in attendance. It is our fist ball since our time under the mountain,” he explains.
“Who else will be attending?” I ask, swirling my wine around in its glass.
“All the High Lords and the most trusted members of their courts,” Beron answers and it takes everything in me not to laugh.
My mind flickered back to the months before my family locked me away, months where every High Lord would fall to his feet and beg for my hand in marriage. No doubt Eris would now play the role of fighting them all off and the image of him being an angry and frustrated toddler brought me joy.
“Then I hope your son isn’t a jealous man,” I smile while sipping my wine. “Helion is a good friend, but he’s been asking my brother for my hand for years. Rhys practically had to beat him off with a stick.” I laugh, the effects of the wine taking over.
What’s meant to be a lighthearted joke turns sour as I see the flames dance in Eris’ eyes, “Jealousy is a weak emotion, princess, But rest assured, I have no intention of allowing any man to lay claim to what is rightfully mine,” he starts and leans into my ear so only I can hear him. “And if Helion continues to pursue you, I’ll just have to deflower you right in front of his very eyes.”
I want to come up with a witty response. I want to yell or scream or defend myself for the love of gods, but I can’t. All I can do is swallow the fear within me with another sip of wine and hope this den of wolves doesn't scent my fear.
The rest of dinner is quiet and uneventful, I let the men converse, keeping note of the many glasses of wine Eris consumes. I turn my attention to the only other female at the table and I try to study her every move. Beron's wife says nothing, and I note that it’s my job to do the same. A pretty little wall ornament indeed.
“If you’ll excuse us father,” Eris says standing up. “I would like to take the princess on a little stroll.”
“Very well my son you are excused,” Beron nods to Eris. “I look forward to seeing you later this week my dear.” Beron says to me.
I nod, trying to keep the illusion of submission up and Eris leads me out of the dining hall and down a dark hall. The chattering voices no doubt talking about me drifting off behind us. As we get further and further away from the dining room, I start to feel my stomach drop. Something is wrong, something is terribly wrong. But like usual, I don’t have the voice to say anything. We come across another dark hall, one so pitch black I would think it’s an endless void if it wasn’t for the light at the far end.
“Sit and stay bastard,” Eris growls towards Cassian like he’s one of his hounds. “I require a private moment with the Jewel.”
Cassian grumbles but allows Eris to lead me further into the shadows, the only way he could see us at this point is the faelight at the other end of the hall that would cast our silhouettes onto the floor. I try to throw him a frightened glance, but just like many times before, Eris seems to have found a way to keep me from doing so.
“The general seems quite attached to you, it’s nice to finally have some time alone,” Eris says as he leads me through the long dark hallway. I swear I’d bump into a rouge chaise or grandfather clock lining the wall if it wasn’t his arm in mine.
“Cassian has my best interest at heart, he wants to keep me safe,” I reply, trying to keep my voice from sounding confrontational.
“And he believes that I couldn’t keep you safe?” Eris retorts and I nearly scoff.
“It’s not that, I think he believes you might take certain…shall I say, liberties with me,” I mumble trying to keep my head low.
Eris' body tenses next to mine and I know I’ve made a grave mistake. “You’re mine, I can take whatever liberties I wish to.” he growls and before I know it my back is against a wall. “If he thinks I’ll marry you without trying you out he’s more of a simple minded bastard than I thought.”
“Eris please,” I breathe trying to rip my wrists from his grasp but it’s no use.
“Are you fighting or begging, little flame?” he muses, wine scented breath brushing my neck. “Either way it makes my cock hard.” he smiles, pressing his lips to my neck.
His body is flush to mine and I can feel one hand pinning my wrists to the wall in a way that will leave bruises while the other explores my body. His lips are hot and wet on my neck and chest wandering dangerously low.
“This isn’t proper,” I protest and try to wiggle out of his grasp for emphasis but I only succeed in grinding myself into him more.
“Then I’ll make it fucking proper!” Eris seethes gripping my chin to make my gaze meet his. Those amber eyes are somehow darker and more intimidating in the low light. “Now be a good girl and let me kiss you,” he smirks before pressing his lips to mine.
For what it was worth Eris hadn’t made any advances on me since the first time under the willow. But tonight, with the copious amounts of wine flowing through his veins? Well it must’ve been just enough for his resolve to snap. His lips still taste like venom, everything about him all wrong. It takes everything in me not to get sick all over his perfectly tailored jacket.
“Eris stop it!” I whine pushing him away further.
“I must have you my little flame,” he groans and I feel his hands grip my skirt.
My heart starts to race even more, and if I wasn’t going to be sick before I surely was going to be now. His mouth resumed its assault on my neck, messy and needy just like earlier. Large hands bunch up the layers of fabric and tulle until the cold air hits my bare legs.
“ERIS STOP!” I screamed pushing him off me with all my strength and it was enough to make him stumble.
A dark shadow appears before us as if it was transported there, “Eris that’s enough! It’s time for the princess to go home.” Cassian roars.
“Stay in your place bastard!” Eris seethes. “She belongs to me. I can use her however I like!”
“She belongs to no one! You have no right to compromise her virtue before you wed her. Rhysand won’t allow it.” Cassian continues, the voice of a general coming through. One so demanding even I would lower my weapons for him, apparently not Eris.
“Ha!” Eris laughs, thrusting a hand out to grab me by my neck. His grip is like a vice, a collar that burns hotter than one he already gave me. “Didn’t you hear her little begs? I think she might want to be deflowered before the ceremony. Wouldn’t you pet?”
Cassian’s hand strikes, grabbing Eris’ wrist. The one connected to the hand wrapped around my throat, “All I have to do is squeeze and that hand won’t hold a bow for months and I have the authority to do so. Get your fucking hands off her before I shatter your entire arm,” he growls and even I feel fear from his tone.
The deafening ringing of the clocktower bells chime throughout the palace like the voice of the gods dampening the tension in the air. The seven chimes signal it’s time for me to return home once more. Eris releases me, and against my better judgment Cassian releases Eris. But it doesn’t stop them from staring daggers into one another, if Cassian jumps now it’ll be his head on a pike and I’d rather die than allow that to happen.
“Cassian is right,” I say to Eris standing between the two of them. “It’s better if we wait. If you choose to marry me, imagine how amazing our wedding night will be.” I smile at Eris, pulling him for a passionate kiss, hiding every ounce of disgust I feel.
“That’s more like it, my pet,” he smirks, glancing up at Cassian in a challenge. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Until then,” I smile, letting Cassian lead me away.
The second we are around the corner that shields us from Eris’ view we both begin walking much faster. As if the eldest son of autumn is a monster at our heels and we have limited time to get out of this gods forsaken palace. When the crisp air of Autumn hits my skin Cassian doesn’t even ask if I’m ready before picking me up and shooting me into the sky.
“We need to go talk to Rhys and tell him what happened,” Cassian said, his wings pounding with a new urgency.
“No!” I protest. “We can’t tell him. I don’t want him to have an even more guilty conscience than he has from the last fifty years.”
“Princess you saw what just happened back there! Eris was going to take advantage of you. Rhys deserves to know.” he argues.
“If Rhys knows he’ll call off the courtship and if he calls off the courtship then I can’t marry Eris which means I can’t save my court,” I explain.
“This has gotten out of hand princess, we have to tell your brother,” Cassian grumbles.
“Cassian please, don’t take my choices away from me. I love my court and I love my family. If this is how I can help all of you in the war I want to,” I shrill. “I can take ‘the sky is falling’ from just about everyone but you. I need you to support me Cassian.”
I look into Cassian’s eyes and I can see them still burning with unmatched fury. I let my own eyes plead to his, trying to convey how badly I needed him to stay quiet about what had happened. How badly I needed him to let me do this, to trust me. His eyes softened and his gaze fixed itself on the flight before us.
“Fine,” he shook his head. “But if he pulls a stunt like that again I won’t stand by and watch this time.”
“Of course not general,” I smile, watching the wind whip the stray hairs from his face. “I’ll hold while you punch.”
Though he tries to hide his amusement at my joke, Cassian’s mouth can’t help but turn up into a half smile.
Part 4
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charles or Arthur with a coquette gf? like she’s always dressed in the prettiest frills and the girliest beauty products?
₊ ⊹ ೀ RDR boys w/ an extremely feminine gf ౨ৎ
𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ it wasn’t much of a shock for all of the camp members to hear that Arthur Morgan was dating [name]. What was a shock, however, was the fact that he was still interested in love and its affairs despite his experience with past lovers.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Arthur enjoys your femininity. Even if you were quite capable of doing things on your own, he’s quick to act on his feet and gently yet demandingly- take the task off your hands. He wouldn’t want his princess getting all dirty now would he? This statement can go with anything, whether it be cutting vegetables, cleaning the stables, etc
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ It makes him feel masculine- moreover the idea of saving a damsel in distress then it being demanding or infantilising, except.. you’re not in distress, and.. you don’t need saving from anything.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Your gentle nature makes him swoon. Even if he may not seem like he’s head over heels, just know this man would quite literally crumble beneath you, had you touched him in a way that’d be considered comforting.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ He adored the way you dress. Pretty, frilly, lacy.. He can’t count how much pink-coloured dresses you’ve worn. When he first met you, he genuinely believed you were some kind of rich city girl with the pretty articles of clothing you always wore. Sometimes, he likes drawing you in your ribbon-tipped dresses and floral patterned tops.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ If you happen to use some of your makeup for anything, hes quietly admiring you. He was raised traditionally, so he’d ask.. why? Simply you’d reply, ‘I like how it looks on me.’ He’d be even more confused. You were always pretty, so.. why.. At this point, he needed to stop thinking. He just wanted to stare at you.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Petnames he’d use for you would include: princess, sugar-plum, or doll. Elaborating for princess; because you look like a princess and you act like one, and for sugar plum- he’d think it’s a good fit since you were as sweet ‘n’ sugar-y as a plum! and for doll, simply because your facial structure reminds him of those porcelain dolls with those huge doe-y eyes.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Okay, yeah. The lingering rumours of him and you dating becoming true was a bit of a shocker. The dynamic between you two was a major difference. Even despite through all of this, Charles simply took a liking for you because of your sweet nature and gentleness with animals.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ If you happen to be physically shorter than him, he’d simply smile. He likes the way you could fit in his arms like a teacup kitty. Your weight meant nothing to him, he’s a very- emphasis on very, strong man. Though however, hes a bit reluctant in affection at first, considering it was his first time having a girlfriend, but soon caves in mainly because of your beady eyes looking up at him, practically begging to be squished alive.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ When he first met you, he automatically thought of a baby puppy. Your appearance was too much alike of one, and he just needed to.. squish you. But alas, what made him even more attracted was your gentleness and sweetness as mentioned above.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Even if your looks were over a 10, he would still prefer your personality. It was what drew him to you in the first place. The first time he saw you taking care of Jack- oh boy did something inside of him snap. Your way with children was just too loving and too much for his heart to handle.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ He doesn’t have much to comment about regarding your fashion style. He does think it’s cute though. He has taken quite a liking to the colour pink and ribbons when you entered in his life. If you happen to ask him for some help in regard to the strings of your pink corset needing to be tightened, he’s eager to help. His burly hands pull lightly yet firmly, since he’s a bit nervous in harming you. A gentle giant.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Charles doesn’t really have a comment on your use of beauty products either. What he does know, is that you enjoy it, and if you’re happy? He’s happy. He takes in mind the firm amount of pink-coloured products you use, when you both go to the city he’s quietly at the sidelines buying those products and hoping it doesn’t differ from the ones you were using.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Petnames he’d use would include: sweetheart, darling, pup. Sweetheart- because.. you literally have a sweet-heart and he thought it was very fitting. Darling was blurted out once from his mouth, and he saw how your beady eyes glimmered so he regularly started using the title darling. And finally, pup- it may seem lowkey cringe at first but pls hear me out. As mentioned before, when he thinks of you, he thinks of tiny puppies. Your eyes were alike of one, and you were as clingy as a baby pup too. So.. it was just mandatory to call you pup.
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okay I’m here like two business days later with that request because my adhd brain forgot about it lmao
GHOSTFACE!! YOONGI!! I added the picture of yoongi because I had a very ~specific~ yoongi look in mind when thinking of this loll. I’m thinking Halloween party vibes?? or any other way that a costume would make sense. idk I’m making this request late at night so my brain is half turned off. I’m kind of letting you take the reins here and make it as spooky as you feel comfortable with. like I said I’d love to see your take on this because I love your mind <3
You've had your eyes set on Yoongi for as long as you can remember. What you didn't know is that he's had his eyes on you, too.
↳ pairing: yoongi x f!reader
↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | halloween | friends to... (?) | light smut | angst | dead dove
↳ wc/date: 1.4k | October 2023
↳ warnings: dubcon, knife play, blood play, yandere vibes, mc is afraid but also turned on, mc is confused and so am i, slut shaming, humiliation, lowkey gaslighting/victim-blaming, a toxic relationship at the least, vaginal fingering, open ending, i wrote this half asleep and without editing
↳ notes: i have no idea what the fuck this is 🥲 pls forgive me. idk how this happened
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↳ what was jai listening to? freak - sub urban ft. rei ami
Halloween 2023 Masterlist
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The wind kicks dry leaves across the sidewalk, swirling them around your feet. Twisting your torso around, you glance over your shoulder as you walk. One of your red stiletto heels falls in the crack between the slabs of concrete. Pain blooms in your ankle when you wobble. The sound of you sucking a breath through your clenched teeth is the only thing disrupting the still, crisp autumn air.
Until you hear it again.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
It sounds like metal on metal, perhaps the jingle of keys or buckles knocking into each other as someone walks.
Alcohol warms your cheeks and chest despite how revealing your red corset and miniskirt are. Still, you know that the sound following you ever since you left Jungkook’s Halloween party is real and not some alcohol-induced paranoia from walking home alone at two in the morning on Halloween.
Jungkook hadn’t wanted you to walk, but finding an Uber so late at night would be impossible, and everyone else at the party had been too drunk to drive you home.
Two blocks isn’t much at all.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The sidewalk is empty when you twist around and try not to trip again. Streetlights cast shadows across the grass that could be people. Or animals. Or monsters. Creatures of the night.
Taking a deep breath, you quickly unlock the gate that opens to wooden stairs leading to the backdoor of your apartment on the second floor. You rush up the stairs as quickly as you can in the stupid heels your best friend convinced you to wear because they’re sexy, and you both thought they might help you catch the eye of a certain boy.
It wasn’t worth the trouble, though. The certain boy barely looked your way.
For a second too long, you stall, fumbling with your keys to find the one that will unlock your backdoor. Your fingers feel numb from the cold, and your reflexes are dulled by whatever was in the punch Hoseok made. Perhaps that’s why you don’t know what looms behind you until its body has yours pressed against your door.
Sticking your hands out, you try to stop yourself from hitting your face. It works, but now your arms are trapped between your body and the door. Your keys fall with a hollow thud, and for a heartbeat, the world is silent, like every creature in existence is holding its breath.
Every creature except for the one crowding you against the door. It breathes, hot and heavy, against the shell of your ear, scattering goosebumps across your skin. You’re burning up from its body heat, the creature big and firmly pressed against every inch of you.
But what makes your knees tremble isn’t the oppressive force of this thing sticking to you like a second skin. It’s the clink and then something cool and sharp pressed against your throat.
You can’t swallow down your nerves without fear of your throat bobbing against what you guess is a large knife.
“Are you scared?” a voice whispers. Soft lips brush the tip of your ear. Then a nose, buttoned and cold, drags along the side of your neck. “You’re being such a good girl, didn’t even scream.”
Fear clutches your heart, but that voice strokes a fire in your core. It’s sick how you shiver against the man’s chest because you know it isn’t only because you’re scared of him.
“You’re not funny, Yoongi,” you say with a shaky breath and do your best not to move too much when you talk.
Yoongi chuckles into your shoulder, where he’s nuzzled his face. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”
The knife glides down your throat at the point with not enough pressure to break the skin but just enough for it to feel uncomfortable.
“Are you gonna let me in?”
It’s not a real knife. Yoongi is your friend; he wouldn’t threaten you. Or, at least, you think he’s your friend. He’d ignored you all night, though.
“Did you seriously follow me all the way here at two in the morning just to scare me?” You elbow him out of the way so you can bend down to retrieve your keys.
“Yeah,” Yoongi admits with a gummy smile.
Inside your apartment, you can get a better look at him. His costume is just his regular clothes with a Ghostface mask, though he isn’t wearing the mask anymore. It’s tied to one of his belt loops. The side bumps against the metal of his belt when he walks.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Yoongi’s grin grows. “Jungkook didn’t want you walking by yourself.”
“Then why didn’t you walk with me instead of following me around like a creep?”
You kick off your heels and take ginger steps toward the kitchen, the balls of your feet throbbing. Out of the corner of your eye, Yoongi shrugs. His pretty black hair falls against his shoulders and curls into his eyelashes when he tilts his head to watch you.
“You knew I was there,” he doesn’t ask, just smiles when you roll your eyes.
Catching your wrist, Yoongi stops you from crossing the living room to the kitchen. His grip on you is bruising when he yanks you into his chest. It’s claustrophobic and makes your stomach churn when you twist your wrist, and Yoongi doesn’t let go.
“I’m thirsty.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, can’t manage to get any louder. “Let me go.”
“Interesting,” Yoongi murmurs. “I’m thirsty, too.”
You follow his eyes when he drops his chin to peer between your bodies. At the same time, you feel the cool edge of the knife drag up your thigh. The tip eventually catches on the edge of your miniskirt. In one swift motion, Yoongi flicks the knife up and cuts through the thin, stretchy fabric. A thin line of blood sprouts from the shallow cut his knife makes up the inside of your thigh.
“Oh my god,” you whimper, watching little dribbles of blood trickle down your leg. Heat spreads from the cut across your thigh and unfurls in your stomach.
The dim lighting of your living room reflects in warm tones within Yoongi’s dark irises. Squeezing your wrist even tighter, he walks you backward until your legs hit the edge of your couch.
“You liked it,” Yoongi points out with a tut of his tongue, his tone condescending and judgemental. The shame it stirs in your chest makes it hard for you to breathe. “Let me press you up against the door. Mark you up with this,” he twirls the knife around, making a show of how loosely he grasps it.
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi brings the knife to your lips to silence you. The tip glistens with your blood.
“Keep quiet like a good girl for me, okay, sweetheart?” Yoongi kneels on the couch in between your spread legs. The position forces your ruined skirt higher up your thighs, exposing your sheer red thong.
You watch in amazement as Yoongi drags the tip of his knife up your inner thigh until he reaches the edge of your thong. Lightly, he drags the tip along your clothed pussy. It doesn’t cut you, but you can’t stop shaking because it could, and you don't know what that would mean for you if you admitted that you kind of want it to.
“Why are you–”
“Shhh, don’t play so innocent,” Yoongi murmurs. He leans forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You dressed up so pretty for me. Look so good in red; I wanted to see more of it on you.”
The knife presses against the crease of your inner thigh and slices upward, giving you another shallow cut while cutting you loose from your thong.
You moan when Yoongi drags his cold fingers along your folds, dig your nails into his forearm when he plunges two fingers into your pussy and makes your muscles flutter.
“So wet for me, fuck, you’re such a slut,” Yoongi moans as your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers despite the press of the bloodied blade against your throat.
"Yoongi, please," you buck into his hand, urging him to fuck you faster. Your thighs sting from the cuts, and your legs are wet with little streams of blood, but you've never felt so close to an orgasm so quickly in your life.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”
Halloween 2023 Masterlist
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The Butcher's Boy, Part 1
John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, medieval au
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
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I stare at my reflection in mirror in front of me, trying to ignore the endless chatter of my mother and the seamstress behind me. The dress is gorgeous--fit for royalty I suppose. The expensive, purple silk cascades down my body and pools down to my feet just right, hugging my corseted waist tightly. I begin to tug at the long sleeves with mild frustration. The expensive silk itches at my skin as I try to adjust it. My mother approaches from behind and slaps my hand away.
"Stop with your fidgeting. Ladies do not fidget." I would roll my eyes at her, but that would call for a later punishment--one that I would like to avoid.
"Yes, mother." I murmur. I avoid making contact with my own eyes in the mirror, knowing that there are likely glossed over as the reality of my situation sinks in.
"Many girls would kill for a chance like this. You have been chosen as a possible wife for the king, are you not happy?" I turn to face my mother. A stern woman, one who has embraced the life of a noblewoman steadfastly.
"I am happy for you and father." My mother purses her thin lips and silently seethes at my reply. Before our conversation can progress further, the seamstress approaches. I envy the older woman's calm demeanor and her simple life.
"How do we like the dress, dears?" She smiles brightly at us. Her hair is greyed, long and curly, only pinned back to reveal her face. My mother looks down on her, I can see the judgement in her eyes every time we enter her shop.
"We will take it." My mother replies quickly. The seamstress nods and begins to undress me. She begins to help me undress and put on the dress I came in. My mother walks outside to our carriage to wait, albeit impatiently.
"Thank you, Miss Imelda." I smile at the seamstress as she finishes fixing my hair by tying a silk scarf around my head. I walk outside the shop and enter the carriage slowly to try and avoid the stern talking to I will likely receive. Instead, I am hit with silence as my mother ignores me. The carriage lurches forward and I stare outside the small window as we travel home. We reach home after minutes of silence, and I am helped out of the carriage by one of the footmen. My mother pushes past me quickly to enter our home and I walk upstairs to my room alone. I collapse on my bed and burrow my head against one of my pillows in a huff.
"Lady Y/N?" I tilt my head up with a groan to meet the smiling face of my maid, Clara. I feel the bed move as she sits beside me. "It seems you had great fun at the seamstress." She giggles as I roll my eyes.
"It was awful. My mother insists on dressing me like a doll. If she insists upon dressing my hair in pins and bows, I may impale myself on one of the pins to escape it." Clara rubs my back gently as she smiles down at me.
"I could think of worse fates than to wed a king." I begin to roll my eyes again, but Clara pinches my cheek. "Hush." I swat at her shoulder grumpily as I rub over the sore skin. "Would it brighten your mood to join me for some errands?" I sit up with a grin, eager to leave the confines of my home as I am often not allowed to leave for such trivial tasks.
"Of course!" Clara giggles again as I hug her tightly and stand up from the bed.
In town, Clara and I walk from shop to shop as she collects a variety of items. I scrunch my nose as we approach the butcher, already imagining the stench of raw meat and blood. Clara tugs me along impatiently as we enter the shop. She walks over to the end of the counter to speak to an older man who awaits her with a smile. My eyes flicker around the shop as I stand in the corner. I take a few steps toward the counter hesitantly, looking to the array of raw meat and animals products strung about. My attention is distracted by the sudden entrance of a young man through the back of the shop. Clad in a white apron stained in red, his bulky frame approaches. My eyes trail from his muscular arms down to the large piece of meat in his hand. He carries it almost weightlessly.
Slam! I'm snapped out of my daydream as he slaps the meat on the counter and begins to chop at it with a knife. Instead of repulsion, I find myself oddly interested in the action as his thick arm slams down on the meat to separate it into pieces. Blood splatters on his already dirty apron as I watch him quickly butcher the piece of meat into small pieces. Ladies do not stare, I begin to repeat. He begins to wrap several pieces in brown paper, tying with string to keep it intact. His nimble fingers quickly tie knots around the paper, gripping the packages with his large, calloused hands. Dark specks of coarse hair cover his hands and arms. I begin to imagine the feeling of it contrasted with my soft skin. Ladies do not stare. His head tilts up and I'm met with the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Dark brows and a coarse beard frame his face almost perfectly. I quickly avert my eyes to the stone floor as he notices my staring, cursing at myself for my lack of manners.
"Need somethin' lass?" My stomach drops at the unfamiliar voice but I raise my head cautiously to see the man staring at me with a boyish grin.
"N-No, I'm just waiting." I curse myself again for stuttering. Ladies do not stutter, my mother's voice replays in my head. I catch a glimpse of dark tufts of hair sprawling down his neck to his chest as he leans against the counter.
"Aye, you're here with Clara hm?" I look back over at Clara, who is in a deep discussion with the older man. I muster a nod as I look back at the man next to me. "I haven't seen ya here before. Would've remembered a face like yours." I find myself reddening as he winks boldly at me.
"I-I...no, I haven't. I'm Y/N." I gulp as he extends his arm to me. Never allow a commoner to touch you, mother says. Throwing caution to the wind, I take his hand hesitantly and he pulls mine in for a soft kiss. The bristles of his beard brush against my skin as his lips touch my knuckles gently. I almost forget to breathe for the moments that follow. Our hands disconnect and I carefully put my arm to the side as the area he touched remains tingling.
"Johnny." He smiles brightly at me. "Johnny Mactavish. It's a pleasure to meet ya bonnie." I smile back at him widely, my cheeks red as he stares back at me. We stand silently for a few moments before Clara walks over and grabs my arm.
"Ready, Lady Y/N?" I'm snapped away from his blue eyes as I look over at Clara next to me. I nod, wiping at my cheeks as if I can remove the blush with only my hands. She smiles over at the man next to me--Johnny.
"Safe travels, ladies." Johnny waves at the both of us, focusing his attention longer on me as he sends me a second wink. Clara walks us out of the shop and I feel almost empty as we leave--as if my soul just found a missing piece of it and is now being ripped away. I smile softly to myself as Clara and I travel back home, unable to fully immerse myself in her chatter as we walk together. Later that night, I catch myself dreaming in a sea of blue as I trace a finger over the skin of my knuckles that he kissed.
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This is the dress that I imagine for the beginning ^^^
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looking at character stuff for later art
first off, how did so many people forget caspians not a triton? im so confused by that????
next thing, if you want a good marshal john reference and google had none (for me it did not at least), take my screenshot from ep 101, 3:45 for timestamp:
also why does john have that arm covering thing im hoping he didnt lose his arm and its a fun sleeve but ik im wrong WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BOY
nobody fucking told me there was this epic visual animation for the girls fighting!
OH ASTER I LOVE WOMEN
THE LIP PIERCING?? HELLO???? JESUS I SEE WHY AVA LOVED HER OH MY ASTER i dont mean to have so much on lizzie BUT LIZZIE OH GODDESSES EVEN WHEN GOING THROUGH YOUR TRAUMA AGAIN YOUR SO FUCKINY HOT AND SEXY
...i see why lizzie loved ava
OK BUT FR THE FIRE HAIR??? JESUS SHES LIKE SO PRETTY WOW (also the comparison to jason is a nice touch)
i cant stop im so sorry she is so fine
alright this one is just for me to say WOMEN HOT IM GAY but i must say women hot im gay
its kinda interesting to me how different these two look, honestly! like, when i first saw jay on the animatic type thing, i thought how clean she looks, while lizzie is more rugged and shit, cool design details i noticed lol
okay ollie time! when looking up shit for ollie, i checked the fan wiki, and apparently while ollie had the compass he experienced nightmares of some unknown sort. chip met with niklaus in a dream, and he was the first to get a nightmare arc. i wonder....yes this is a kuba kenta and niklaus hendrix made a deal type shit
the belt is not a fucking belt it looks like a corset i cant make this shit up
LOOK AT IT
also i love how he still has the feather i think thats very sweet
oh and also the bandana for some reason looks ever so dirty to me yet fine at the same time
WAIT IGNEOUS IS LIKE RAINBOW??? THATS SICK AF
LOOK ALSO HOLY SHIT THAT SWORD FUCKING HUGE AND ITS THAT COLOR YOU WANNA TOUCH BUT CANT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
anyways if you join me next time we will be taking a deep undersea level dive to find out if people noticed caspian had a tattoo or if you guys are sluts for his boobs
#chilling in solar lights#jrwishow#jrwi podcast#jrwi#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#just roll with it#jrwi spoilers#cheri's art findings#jrwi oliver#jrwi ollie#jrwi igneous#wait he has the same arm thing marshal john does#oh cool#jrwi jon#jrwi lizzie#jrwi caspian#lizzie lafayette#marshal john#oliver teach#btw the background symbol is cool af i wonder what it looks like fully and what it may mean#jerwee surpreme
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JK | The Wolf Within You
word count: 2.2k
Summary: Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.
Paring: Omega!Jungkook x Alpha!Reader
Genre: supernatural!au, arranged marriage!au, smut, some fluff
Rating: 18+
Warnings: dom!reader, sub!jk, pwp, vaginal sex, oral sex (m), oversensitivity, orgasm denial, reader is a little minx, repeated orgasms, bondage, jealousy, use of the word “slut” once, pain!kink, humiliation!kink, marking!kink, biting, hickeys, blood, praises, begging
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Standing above your dear husband sends a thrill through you. Him clawing at his retrains, cock hard and free but with no way to relieve himself. It’a a beautiful sight. And he is beautiful with all your past markings upon his skin, the ones you carved out with your teeth and claws to remind him who he belongs too.
If anyone were to tell you a year ago you would enjoy being married, you would have laughed in their faces. You only got married because it was your duty as the head alphas daughter to marry an omega from another clan. You remember screaming, pleading with your father not to marry you off to some random omega. Men always - even omegas - found a way to use you.
Vanilla sex wasn’t your thing, and you often found yourself in the bed of omegas that felt the same. But you knew not every person, especially other wolves, were like that. They saw a young female like you and wanted to claim you, defile you, ruin you and make you their submissive.
You wanted none of that, and thinking that would be your life if you were forced to marry made your blood boil with hate. It wasn’t until you actually met the omega, that your whole outlook on the idea changed.
Jeon Jungkook, your husbands name is. A virgin at the time, and one that was shyer then a bunny being cornered by a bigger animal. Seeing him, you happily gave your vows, and on the night of your wedding you taught him just how wonderful your life together was going to be. Exactly how it is now.
Him underneath you, looking like the bunny you referenced earlier, and you the big bad wolf stalking to eat him up. You lick your lips, excitement coursing through you as you think of all the ways you’ll be mating your husband tonight.
Your decked out in the skimpiest of laundries. Black like your wolf, but with a singular white flower etched on the breast of the corset to signify Jungkook’s wolf. When Jungkook walked into the room, finding you with two ropes in hand and standing like the bad ass you are, he ran to the bed almost tripping half way there as he stripped of his clothing.
Jungkook may have not known what he was getting into marrying you, but the pleasurable senses you’ve ignited in him since that has only served to make him happy you did. Jungkook easily fell for your after that first night in bed with you. He especially loved the markings that still carved his skin from your bites. Him often touching them when your not around and smiling fondly at them. And now he’s here, withering underneath you and struggling to breathe as he waits for you to finally touch him. 
“P-please, wife- Ah!”
You bend down and bite his cafe when he calls you wife. That title is only used when you two are around the pack, but once your bedroom doors close titles are banished from your minds.
“Wife, is not my name, Jungkook. What happened to my good little boy?”
Jungkook curses at himself for forgetting one of your rules for play. Even as he moans when your sharp claws start to scrape up his legs, he hates when you call him a bad boy. He hates you thinking of him as a bad boy. He always wants to be good for you.
“N-no, no! I’ll be good, I promise… y/n.”
You smirk as you see your little omega start to shake out of nerves. Jungkook is always so fast to want to please you, and the only way he knows how to do that is to follow your ever command. That includes the rules! Even if it was just a slip up, you can’t let him calling you something other than your name pass you by.
“Tsk-tsk. I’m not so sure about that, my love. Looks like I’ll have to remind you who’s the predator-“ You grab onto his cock with a tight grip, making him gasp. “And who’s the pray, here.”
With one dip of your head you swallow his cock whole. Bobbing your head up and down super fast, and having to hold onto Jungkook’s quivering legs as he falls apart underneath you. Your tongue swirls around his head, and lays flat against his length each him you move your head up and down. It pulses inside your mouth and both Jungkook’s and your eyes roll back at the sensation.
Jungkook is screaming, “Fuck, Y/n! fuckfuck… so good. Your so good, Y/n!”
Just as you feel his legs start to tighten under your hands, indicating he’s about to cum soon, you take your mouth clean off of him. Jungkook lets out a huge gust of air that he didn’t even realize he was holding, and looks down at you with tears in his big doe eyes.
You smirk at him, and dig your nails into his thighs until he hisses. ”Did you really think I would just let you cum after what you did? Are you that stupid?”
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, and even though the feel of your nails and your words hurt his heart his dick jumps for them. You taught him very quickly what his kinks were, pain and humiliation being two of them.
“N-no, Y/n! I realized I was bad. I won’t do it- Ah Fuck!”
You dive your mouth back on him, sucking the life out his cock before you even let him finish speaking. You do this on repeat for what feels like hours. Coaxing all the profanities out of him, and then pulling right off as soon as his cock swells in your mouth. Bringing him just to the brink of climaxing, and stopping all together to hear his pleads and begs for you to forgive him. Silly little wolf.
You take your head off him again, licking your lips as pre-cum even starts to leak out of them. “Say it, Jungkook.”
Jungkook is in a daze. The constant stopping and starting your doing is making everything around him look like a blur. His cock his purple, it’s so close to cumming. He thinks with one more lick of your tongue he’ll be cumming in seconds, breaking another one of your rules as to not cum unless you let him.
He doesn’t want to disappoint you, and once his mind and eyes clear, then registering what you said. He knows what you want him to say, it’s just so humiliating to say. It’s something of his kind and gender frown upon, and even saying them just to you has his whole body turning red in a blush.
Once you realize Jungkook’s hesitance, you crawl closer to his face and straddle his waist. You grab ahold of his binding on his wrists connecting to the headboard, and pull his whole body closer to you. Your almost nose-to-nose, and the way your smiling down at him has his whole body shivering.
“Say it, or I won’t let you cum. I’ll get myself off with another wolf and keep you here to rot.”
You don’t mean your words, and deep down Jungkook knows this. You would never cheat on your beloved, especially since he’s so perfect for you. That doesn’t stop Jungkook from swallowing around the lump in his throat, and the sting of jealousy in his spine from hearing your threats.
He looks into your eyes, pleading and saying, “Please don’t, Y/n. I’ll-… I’m your little slut.” You smile. “I’m yours to claim, and mark, and fuck whenever you please. Use my-… use my cock however you want.”
You let go of Jungkook’s restrains, having him fall back onto the pillow behind him. You straighten your back, feeling satisfied at his words. You especially loved how he hesitated with saying you can use him anyway you like. That’s your own personal kink about this endeavor. Being the ultimate dominate alpha to his submissive omega. You feel the wolf within you howl at his words, and you let your pheromones surround your husband’s senses. 
Jungkook’s eyes roll back when he gets a whiff of your pheromones. He could roll in it, it smells so good. The wolf within him scratching the surface to let you mate him, and begs you, “Oh god, Y/n please! I need you.”
You shuffle down a little bit, holding yourself above your husbands leaking cock and aim the head right at your center. “What do you need, my little omega?”
The tease is small, but as you ask him this question you rub the head up his cock through your folds. The feel of your wet kissy against his swollen makes Jungkook arch his back as another drop of pre-cum leaks from him. You just feel so good, and wants to be inside of so badly.
His usual shy demeanor diminishes once desperation hits him. The way your rubbing his head on you just become to much. He’s so close, too close and he doesn’t want to cum anywhere else but inside of you.
“I want you! I want your tight pretty pussy… I’ll be so good for you, baby. Please let me be inside of you.“
You smirk down at him, feeling like the queen of the world on her throne as you praise him, “Good boy.”
With one swish of your fingers to move your panties to the side, you plunge yourself on top of him. Jungkook cries out, arching his back as he cums right away deep inside of you. His restrains biting his skin as you start to fuck him the life out of him. Spurt after spurt is shot within you, and your miking it right out of him. You love the smell of his cum leaking out of you, and you don’t stop bouncing on top of him ever after he finishes.
Jungkook soesn’t care about being oversensitive. It’s something you find so sexy in him, anyway. So you continue to bounce on his cock with a fast pace, all the while your clawing and biting at his skin to mark everywhere you see.
He loves when you do this. Use him for your own pleasure while you mark him to the point it looks like he was attacked. Painting his skin with blue, purples, and lots of red. Jungkook cums again when you lift your face up and he sees his own blood drip from your mouth. Knowing you’ve marked him to the point of bleeding is another thing he finds so attractive that he can’t hold himself back from screaming out in pleasure.
You laugh as he moans like crazy, filling you up to brim with his cum as you pull orgasm after orgasm from your little omega. Watching him come apart fully until he can’t take it anymore.
After his fifth orgasm, you pull yourself off of him. Jungkook is now breathing out of control, feeling like he just left this world and is in a new galaxy after you fucked him raw. His cock is spent and laying between his legs, and he watches you with lazy eyes as you crawl up to unchain him.
The second you do, you tell him, “Hold me.”
Two words that somehow spark a little bit of energy back inside him. He spins around and envelopes you in his arms. You giggle as he buries his face into your chest, wanting to be as close to you as possible and taking a big whiff of your smell. His skin is so warm now after so many orgasms that it feels like a blanket to you. You run your nails down his back, feeling him shiver even now as you scratch at his skin.
“You did so good, little wolf,” You say against his hair, kissing the top of it.
He hums his thank you, but after a moment of blissful silence his eyes shot wide open when he realizes something.
“You didn’t cum,” He says, jolting upwards to look at you in the eyes. You raise a pointed eyebrow as if to say so what? “You won’t-… your not going to-… I can-…”
You watch as your husband struggles to tell you how he feels, but once you see the sadness in his eyes and pouty mouth you understand why he’s so frantic about this. Your threat from earlier hitting him to hard in the heart this time.
“Oh, my love. I’m not going to find another wolf to mate with.” Jungkook’s eyes decrease in size ever so slightly from your words, but the fear is still there. He doesn’t want you with another wolf, he doesn’t want you with anyone. He doesn’t want others to know just how good it feels to be with you. When you see your first words weren’t that reassuring, you then say, “I would never do that to you. And it was pleasurable enough to see you come undone for me so many times, that I didn’t need too. Stop your worrying, and hold me already.”
You giggle when your done speaking, and your reassuring words are enough to calm Jungkook’s rapid beating heart. He goes back to laying on your chest, holding you even tighter in his arms then before like your requested. He’s helpless to do what you say, and truthfully, he wants to spend the rest of his life doing just that.
“I love you so much, Y/n.”
Your hand freezes as it goes back to rubbing at his back from his words. You look down at your happy husband, and a small smile graces your face.
It’s crazy to think how the world paired you two together. Two people the wolves judge so much for doing what they love in the bedroom, but once those two doors shut it’s like there’s no world outside the two of you anyway. You both love each other so much, and you don’t care if people find your ways of enacting pleasure out of the other person to be weird.
You’re a mated pair, arranged marriage or not. And you both will happily shout from the roof tops how you feel about each other.
“I love you too, Jungkook.” Your wolf scratches at the surface to say more, and you give in to its begging. “More then the wolf within you knows.”
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The End.
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YOUR EYES
ANIME MEN WHO LIKE WATCHING YOU DANCE
(Please report if anyone decides to steal/plagiarize my work and notify me. Thank you.)
It’s no secret that he kept watching you from the distance. Every now and then, he likes to observe anything that’s outstanding to him, especially those with a keen skill that could catch him off guard. Numerous times at the luxurious nightclub, he eyed on certain ladies but none of them are interested enough for him; most of them are on their phones and drinking by the bar or putting on strong perfume to stand out. Sometimes the dance floor seemed half empty. Sometimes it’s packed because of the song trending on social media playing. Sometimes it’s packed because there are many girls night out, or single’s night out, not much of the boys, but likes to go every now and then. Well, he was one of the single’s night out.He’s one of the boys that stayed at the side of the bar. The beat pumped through the speakers, and as he was about to leave, a girl in a black corset top and tight-skin leathered shorts, and thigh-laced boots.
The girl went up to the DJ and chatted up for a bit, long before the song started to play. The girl danced on the floor as if she was alone in the world, except she was being watched by everyone, even the men at the bar, eyeing you.
Tonight, you are the star of the show.
Meanwhile the men cheered and whistled, sometimes one or two compliments. They’ve never seen a girl who could actually dance, apart the ones beside the pole or dancing to a music trend. He couldn’t blame the men; you’re too mesmerizing to admire at. Licking his lips, without looking at the waiter, he gave a small tip to a waiter and left to sit at the lounge sofa, watching you with his legs open; his hand was near to his crotch, but did’t react to brashly as his body went hot.
Your body moved with sensuality, fluid with grace and fervent. Heels on your thigh-laced boots are intact, and not one imperfection showed up. As you finished your dance, everyone cheered and clapped. When another song played, he got up and mustered up the courage to approach you. Luckily, he’s not completely drunk. As he ushered himself at your direction, his eyes are clear enough to see your face, greeting him with a sweet, innocent smile.
He leaned his body close to your backside, grinding. His mouth leaning onto your cheek, kissing it, making his way down to your neck, slobbering with kisses and tongue.
You, on the other hand, are in a feverish dream with your eyes closed. With a heavy sigh, you uttered with, “Hello, handsome.”
He didn’t say a word to you; his pants tightened at your movement nudging against the crotch area.
He took your wrists, and said, “I like watching you move.”
You hummed. “Glad you did. I knew you’d like it.”
His heart thumped, his head scorched from a sudden heat rushing in his body.
“I know you’re watching me with your gaze,” you added.
“Everyone is watching you,” he replied.
“I’d rather have you watching me with your eyes.”
Both of you stopped dancing, he grabbed you by the waist to turn, and looked into each other’s eyes. “Care to teach me?” he asked.
One quick look of his thirst in his pants, you licked your lips.
Meeting his gaze, your heart pounded. With a smirk, you said, “Not if you show me your moves first.”
The music boomed louder as his hand outstretched, he said, “Lead the way, beautiful,” he said close to your ear.
And with that, you took his hand and let you take him to the exit.
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“Ahh, yes that’s it, baby,” he groaned, watching you bobbing your head from sucking his lenghty cock.
His room is filled in with sighs.
“Ah, fuck,” he uttered, his head threw back with guttural moan.
While teasing him, you took your panties off with one hand as your tongue swirled around his tip before diving into his whole cock, occupying your throat.
Grinding, his hand found its way to your hair, stroking the long silk locks, clutching it. While lying down, sweating, he discarded his shirt, and after pulling himself back from your mouth, he took and pulled you, dragging your body upwards and met him with a deep kiss, tongues battling as your clothes became undone, with a see-through bra left. Smirking, he ripped your bra and licked your sensitive nipples, while one fondled the other.
With you moaning, he placed the tip, aligning his cock at your opening.
“I wonder if you can sing just as good as dancing,” he purred, eager. His beefy hands clutching your hips, somewhat kneading.
With a one final kiss, you looked at his sincere gaze with your forehead rested against his. “Try and find out,” you breathed, gripping the hair behind his head. “Hit me with your best shot.”
Gripping lovingly onto your hips, he thrusted his cock into you, filling out the room once again with your ardent moans draining into his ears as the bed creaked from your erratic gyrating movements.
He’d rather have you all to himself than having a single’s night out at the bar.
TOJI, GOJO, SHINICHIRO, LEVI, REINER, GETO, RAN, RINDOU, SANZU, WAKASA, TAKEOMI, BENKEI, EREN, ERWIN, MIKEY, IZANA, DRAKEN, BAJI, CHIFUYU, KAZUTORA, NAHOYA, SOUYA, KISAKI, HANMA, TAIJU, SOUTH, KAKUCHO, ARMIN & LEON KENNEDY
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Brackets- Round 1
Less than 24 hours to go until the first polls are out! Here are the brackets and full list of matchups for the first round.
Side A:
Side B:
Side C:
Text list of matchups under cut for those who can't read the screenshots but are interested:
SIDE A
Redemption Equals Death vs. My Beloved Smother
Scarpia Ultimatum vs. Enemies to Lovers
Do Unto Others Before They Do Unto You vs. Miscommunication
Disability Magically Cured vs. Honor Thy Abuser
No Love for the Wicked vs. Chivalrous Pervert
Dude, She’s Like, In a Coma vs. Cop Crushes on Witness
Not Blood Siblings vs. Forgotten First Meeting
Cringe Comedy vs. Downer Ending
Femme Fatale vs. Older Than They Look
Dogged Nice Guy vs. Forced Hetero
Tsundere vs. Unrequited Love Switcheroo
Jailbait Wait vs. Yandere
Can’t Argue with Elves vs. Karma Houdini
Hollywood Healing vs. Non-Human Non-Binary
Abled in the Adaptation vs. Black Comedy Rape
Found the Right Person vs. The Power of Friendship
SIDE B
Manic Pixie Dream Girl vs. Hilariously Abusive Childhood
Ugly Girl Transformation vs. Race Lift
Offscreen Breakup vs. Product Placement
Stalker with a Crush vs. Found Family
Love Triangle vs. Humanoid Female Animal
Always Chaotic Evil vs. Plot Twist
“Not So Different” Remark vs. Hanahaki Disease
What Measure is a Mook vs. Chosen One
Sexual Harassment as Flirting vs. Smurfette Principle
Love at First Sight vs. Dying for Unborn Child
Aliens are Bastards vs. Of Corset Hurts
Fridging vs. Parental Incest
Pair the Spares vs. I Have You Now, My Pretty
Babies Ever After vs. Creepy Crossdresser
Bury Your Gays vs. Depraved Homosexual
Kudzu Plot vs. All Girls Want Bad Boys
SIDE C
Cheating as Plot Point vs. Wicked Stepmother
Damsel in Distress vs. Joker Immunity
All Just a Dream vs. Plot Armor
Crapsack World vs. Growing Up Sucks
Teacher/Student Romance vs. Born Evil
All Crimes are Equal vs. Black Dude Dies First
No Ending vs. Slavery in Fantasy
Loving Bully vs. Born Sexy Yesterday
Surprise Incest vs. Gender-Restricted Ability
Hero’s Journey vs. Comedic Pedophile
Africa is a Country vs. Out-of-Context Eavesdropping
Ragtag Bunch of Misfits vs. Bolivian Army Cliffhanger
Darker and Edgier vs. Lecherous Licking
Soulmates vs. Academic Alpha Bitch
Brother-Sister Incest vs. Humans are Special
Hiding Behind Religion vs. Found Family Breakup
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watching the Little Mermaid live action remake, and I'm gonna make it your problem
oooh, shiny scales, I love it
Ariel's breathtaking, I love how her hair flows in the water
her sisters are also gorgeous and their designs are amazing
CGI sea creatures look realistic but still manage to be all magical and shxt, nice
Ursula's not a drag queen (a crime tbh), but her design is so coooool
aaah, Ariel's voice (I don't watch trailers, this is my first time hearing it)
Eric has a personality?!
they gave an actual reason as to why Ariel would be attracted to Eric aside from teenage girl hormones go brrr for pretty boy
oooh, they did the cliff thing
Eric has an I want song now and his voice is heavenly
did... did they just add generational trauma to the mermaid family? great addition, I approve (yes, I've seen the prequel)
had to Google Sebastian's accent, it's Jamaican, I love it, I think it suits him
so many pretty sea creatures dancing, oooh, jellyfish
why the fxck do they swim like that?
Poor Unfortunate Souls slaps, Ursula's voice is aaaah (very eloquent)
huh, Ariel still sings in her head (good decision imo, it would've been such a waste)
Ariel doesn't like high heels and corsets, completely understandable tbh
ooof, her meeting the prince and not being able to speak was so much more devastating with the added thought singing, my baby heart, noooo 😭
apparently Ursula put a spell on Ariel that made her forget her objective of kisskissfallinlove and I don't know how I feel about that (in hindsight it makes sense, this Ariel would've totally jumped Eric's bones, lmao)
Scuttle and Sebastian's banter is fxcking hysterical
roll credits, lmao
oooh, Eric has a stuff room too
Grimsby is best boi
Ariel breaks for goats but not humans, we stan
Anakin would flip his shxt if he saw this dance scene
aaaw, Ariel taught Eric her name
Shalalalalala... You Gotta Kiss The Girl~🎶
Ursula's growly voice 😩👌
I love how Ursula's appearance on shore feels even more sinister than in the animated movie
is... is Scuttle rapping? and she has mad flow?! SEBASTIAN TOO!? also it's actual genius how Scuttle's rap sounds how you'd expect a bird rapping
human Ursula's uuuh... huuuh... 🥵
Grimsbyyy you naughty boi
she's also fxcking terrifying, holy fxckaroni
Eric's waaay too chill about Ariel turning into a mermaid right in his arms, lmao
loving the ominous ink cloud
tentacle raaave
Triton's baaack, baby 👑
I love his character design btw, that clamshell armor is so cool and shiny ✨
mermaid dad sad 🥺😭
the send-off definitely didn't make me cry, shutup
neither did Howard Ashman's name in the credits
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Dude, I can not get over their outfits in this!🤣
Goemon is dressed like he's in a Boy Band Idol anime.
Jigen is dressed like a gold saint from Saint Seiya, but wearing a pimp hat.
Lupin is dressed like an actual pimp, and he's wearing a solid gold corset. (Fashion is pain, cause that metal corset has got to hurt)
Fujiko is dressed like she's going to an award show.
And Zenigata is dressed like... something... I don't quite know what, but it's something.
#lupin the 3rd#lupin the third#Lupin III#koichi zenigata#inspector zenigata#jigen daisuke#daisuke jigen#goemon ishikawa xiii#ishikawa goemon xiii#ishikawa goemon#Goemon Ishikawa#Fujiko#fujiko mine#Mine Fujiko#monkey punch#arsene lupin iii#old school anime#retro anime#classic anime#Pachinko#Pimp#Gold#The lupin III pachinko games are wild#Dare I say a gold mine#I couldn't pass that up 🤣
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☆ Then she start dancing.
Ethan Landry x reader (Outer Banks crossover)
Request from @volturi-girl-imagines
Warning(s) : Language, slight sexual mention.
When Ethan and Chad had decided to find a third roommate, it was to have less expenses to pay. The boys they had met did not have the profile they were looking for, with each application, there was something wrong. Either they were too brainy and geeky for Chad. Either they were too much of a party animal and big mouth for Ethan.
Then came Rafe. Rafe Cameron.
A daddy's boy who came straight from the Outer Banks. Ethan wasn't his biggest fan, but Chad loved him and it was after putting up with son Meeks' constant demands for a month that Ethan agreed to take him on as his roommate.
The brunette was really struggling with this newcomer, but he was rich and, it must be said, Chad and Ethan had worked odd jobs, they had trouble paying all their bills.
It's just out of friendship for Chad and for the money that Ethan was nice to Raf, it's also for his reasons that he found himself waiting outside the door of a New York nightclub.
"He said he would be a little late." Chad informed him.
Ethan rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "It's usual."
Chad glared at him. "Ethan, could you at least be nice to him?!"
The brunette faked a smile that made his roommate laugh. "He said he had to pick someone up on his way."
"A prostitute ? Again ?"
Chad shrugged. "I don't know."
"Seriously. How does he keep from catching sexual diseases with all the girls he brings home."
Chad was about to answer but the crowd began to whistle and cheer in the direction behind them.
Ethan turned with a frown to see what they were cheering for and what he saw took his breath away. A girl about his age, with long y/h/c hair approached them. She was smiling and her smile could have lit up an entire city. She wore a red corset dress. The bottom of the dress was split at the thighs, she had put on waders and had a leather blazer over her dress.
And on his arm there was. Rafe.
Ethan could have died of jealousy. The girl broke away from him and waved to the crowd. Rafe walked over to Ethan and Chad as she went to greet the bouncers. The brunette followed her with his gaze, it was as if he could no longer look away.
"Hi guys."
Chad and Rafe were talking as Ethan looked down at the girl. Cameron noticed that Ethan wasn't listening, and when he realized what the boy was looking at, he smiled and yelled. "Y/N!"
The girl turned smiling and walked towards them when Rafe waved at her. "Guys, this is Y/n. Y/n these are my roommates, Chad and Ethan."
The girl's gaze flicked to Chad, then to Ethan. She smiled at him and the boy could have sworn he saw her biting her lip.
"Delighted to meet you."
Ethan was opening and closing his mouth like a fish, it's like his brain was telling him to speak, but he couldn't. Seeing this, Chad came to his friend's aid. "It's a pleasure for us. Excuse Ethan, he's a bit shy."
Y/n laughed and Ethan thought he heard an angel. The girl looked at her watch and gasped. "Shit. I have to go get ready, see you later."
The brunette was confused and he turned to Rafe. "Where's she going ?"
The Cameron’s boy put an arm around Chad and Ethan's shoulders. "Boys, that's why I wanted you to come tonight. Y/n is a dancer. Her mother is an underwear designer and her father owns this nightclub. And tonight, the mother of my dear Y/n is doing a show to launch her new collection, and my girlfriend is the star of this show."
Chad and Ethan exchanged looks as they entered the nightclub in front of everyone. The three boys sat down at a reserved table close to the stage. Ethan looked at the decorations, red, a lot of red.
"So, Y/n and you ?" began Chad.
Rafe undid his cuffs and sneered. "No. She's best friends with my sister Sarah. We grew up together in the Outer Banks, but even though she's a Kook, Y/n always had a Pogue soul."
Ethan rolled his eyes, this Kook and Pogues story was beyond him. "I've lost count of the number of times her parents have come in the middle of the night asking us to help them find Y/n because she's been on yet another treasure hunt with Maybank and Roudledge."
Chad chuckled. "And you ever try anything with her ?"
Rafe shook his head. "She's like my little sister. I keep an eye on her, that's all."
Ethan didn't know why but hearing that you and Rafe aren't a couple relieved him. Suddenly the light dimmed and a voice was heard.
"Ladies and gentlemen, for the new collection of Y/M/N, please welcome the magnificent Y/N!"
The crowd cheers and "THE HILLS" came out of the speakers. That's when you appeared on stage, hips swaying to the beat of the music. Your mother was famous for her brand of underwear and now Ethan understood why.
He couldn't take his eyes off you. The way you moved, the movements of your body. Not to mention the midnight blue ensemble you wore that accentuated your curves. Other dancers had joined you but Ethan didn't care, he still only had eyes for you.
The longer the show went on, the hotter Ethan got. He felt the heat rising, just like something else. He had to put the palm of his hand down to keep his friends from noticing his erection. But it was too late, Chad had noticed it and he was biting his lip to keep from laughing.
The dance was very sexual, there came a time when one of the dancers knelt in front of you and put your thigh on his shoulder to lift you up and continue the choreography, but when he got down on his knees you put your hand in his hair as you looked Ethan straight in the eye.
And it was from there that he knew. He knew he had to make you his.
#scream vi#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry x you#scream#scream x reader#rafe cameron
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Tips for caregivers of punk/scene littles
This is probably my longest winded post..and the most self indulgent lol..
Here's just some of my personal snip-bits on being an alternative regressor. I hope this can help someone out or at least be entertaining for those who are alt regressors too ^^
Find stim toys that are otherwise "unconventional" or aren't labeled as stim toys ! - This might be a stretch,, and can honestly work for anyone looking for something to stim with.
I love my chain necklace and I wear it everywhere I go! Its got a ring and 2 chains that I like to play with,, the texture of the metal is also nice in my hands and has a good weight around my neck. Sensory pressure is my favorite stim !
Skull necklace
Moon phases
Pride flags
O-Ring necklace (mine!)
Playing with piercings can also be a stim but ! be careful that jewelry is cleaned and fresh piercings are healed !
Its ok to allow your little to wear corsets, fishnets and tight clothing! It can be a great way to provide pressure therapy, or a stim in public or on the go~
Never force your regressor to stop watching shows/movies or listening to certain music while they're regressed. Sometimes horror movies, and loud noises can be comforting!
* Talk with your little while they're big about this! There may be certain horror topics to avoid when they're regressed !
... Some resources / things that I find helpful as an alt cg!
Movies & TV Shows 🎥
Stranger Things
Over The Garden Wall
Gravity Falls
The Owl House
Amphibia
The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
Invader ZIM
Courage the Cowardly Dog
Dead End Park
Scooby Doo
Ruby Gloom
Danny Phantom
The Adams Family
The Munsters
Daria
Corpse Bride
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Coraline
James and the Giant Peach
ParaNorman
Edward Scissorhands
Dark Shadows
BeetleJuice
SOME OF THESE MOVIES CONTAIN 18+ SCENES
** (but are generally sfw / are all PG-13)
Nicknames ✏️
Petal, Dewdrop, Baby Bat, Prince(ss/et) of darkness, Moon-child, Beastie, Cub/Little Cub, Beetle, Vamp(y), Little monster, Little terror, Rockstar, Bizkit (like..limp bizkit its a personal one ok😭?!)
Games and other Media 🎮
Night in the woods
FNAF
Silent Hill
Animal Crossing
Zelda
Danganronpa
Pokemon
Kingdom Hearts
Fran Bow
Little Nightmares
Little Miss Fortune
Stanley Parable
Half Life
Omori
Skyrim
Devil May Cry
Roblox
Minecraft
Shoots and Ladders - Korn
Clown - Korn
Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Juggalo Juice - ICP
Hokus Pokus - ICP
Rainbows & Stuff - ICP
Youre So Creepy - Ghost Town
Sugar we're going down - Fall out Boy
I Write Sins Not Tragedies - PAN!C
Teenagers - MCR
Welcome to the Black Parade - MCR
SOME OF THESE MEDIAS CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT & LANGUAGE
** (or are generally unsuitable for regressors but...we're embracing unconventional regressors with this list)
Misc items
Rainbow Drip bat plushie (etsy)
Rearz "Rebel" collection (also in pink)
- dips / nappys ( pocket nappy ) ( training pants )
- changing pad
- onesie
Bat sippy cup ( - Bitten CURRENTLY SOLD OUT)
Skeleanimals bat hoodie ( - hot topic CURRENTLY SOLD OUT)
Mushroom sippy cup (etsy)
"Spoiled Bat" Tumblr cup (etsy)
"Ghost W/The Most" Sippy (etsy)
Personally I have used Rearz and aside from medial brands you find at the stores,, these have been my favorite ! They fit comfortably and Im not consciously aware of wearing them (after a bit) despite being also K!nk affiliated (like Little4Big ^^") They're one of my favorite adult nappy brands..and highly recommend them if you're looking for more "edgy" designs ! They also have "Rebel" in pink ~
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with any shops,,these have been recommended by friends, or through personal purchases
#WOOH this is long winded#enjoy my baby bats!#age regression#sfw age regressor#sfw caregiver#sfw cg#alt regressor#punk regressor#goth regressor
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