#i love looking back at old drawings like this
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𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓮
A fluffy fic inspired from this old drawing I did🍃
English is not my first language and I hate writing so don’t expect too much. It’s just a small scene where Sebastian realises he’s in love with my MC, you can imagine yours there too of course! I ain’t stopping you🫡 enjoy I guess?
Sebastian yawned softly as he kept silently reading his history of magic notes while sitting on the carpet and resting his back on the couch, Eleonora was next to him laying fully on it while reading the chapter trying really hard to not fall asleep.
“Ugh I swear I’m failing this time”
She mumbled while flipping pages. Sebastian rolled his eyes and spoke back with annoyance.
“You literally have the highest grades of all the students in our class, shut up-”
Eleonora huffed and gave him a soft nudge with her knee in response.
“Just because the competition prefers wandering in the restricted section more than studying actual subjects. You know- instead of forbidden ones”
Sebastian groaned and rested his head on the couch seat cushion to look at her better.
“You are a pain in the ass.” He breathed out glancing back at his notes pretending to ignore her.
“The feeling is mutual”
She ruffled his brown curls gaining a soft laugh from him , the boy rested one cheek on the cushion and gazed at her while his notes ended up spread around the intricated embodied carpet of Russel living room. Sebastian glanced at the book and got an idea.
“I can read it for you, if you want, so we both learn something at least”
His proposal sounded quite nice to Eleonora, she gave him the book and set herself comfortable as he cleared his throat. He started reading and he could almost feel her gaze caressing his skin, Sebastian didn’t know how he managed to say the words correctly without fumbling while having that lovely pair of blue eyes staring at him, the warmth of her presence, her sweet scent of lavender and soap pervading his nostrils…Merlin help him!
On the other side Eleonora’s eyes were looking at his freckles, she always thought they looked like a starry sky , sometimes she would find full constellations in them while stealing glances at her friend’s features. She glanced at his lashes, was it even legal to have them so long and soft? The way they fluttered while he was reading, the way the sun was making them shine with a warm orange shade. She was mesmerised. That’s for sure. The words sounded like a sweet lullaby rather than an actual lecture on how their ancestors channeled magic trough the years, her eyes felt heavy and her body a little too relaxed.
Maybe if she closed her eyes just for a second…yeah that should do it.
Sebastian was reading the last paragraph when he heard soft snoring coming from his right side ,he turned his head a little to check on Eleonora and a warm smile formed on his lips as he realised she had fallen asleep. He closed the book putting it away before adjusting himself leaning closer to the sleeping girl. He rested his elbow on the couch cushion careful to not disturb her rest, as usual Eleonora needed her afternoon nap.
Memories of their third year flashed in his mind, rainy afternoons spent napping all together on the same couch down in the undercroft between a mess of books and unfinished candies. Anne was still…well Anne. No curse, no pain just Anne, sleeping peacefully while her tiny head would rest on Ominis shoulder as he was nestled up almost like a cat. Eleonora’s long blonde hair would tickle his nose as he often found himself using her soft curls as a pillow. They always smelled so good it wasn’t his fault they felt so comfy.
Instinctively Sebastian brushed off some of her blonde strands that were framing her face, very carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her long blonde curls that once were left wild and free were now tied up in that blue ribbon he gifted her almost two years ago.
“You keep wearing it all the time mh?”
He mumbled softly more to himself than to her. The soft blue satin fabric was a bit smudged near the knot after years of wearing it every day, that’s what happens with the things you love most isn’t it? They change.
Sebastian always questioned why she would refuse to buy another one, a prettier one maybe made from the most expensive silk with embodied details but she always said that one was just perfect. She loved it.
And he loved how beautiful she looked with it. He loved the way it always made her eyes stand out matching their colour, he loved how it swayed like a swallowtail when she would rush around the hallways late for classes trying to not trip on other students. Swallows are a sign of hope and freedom, he was certain that if she had to be an animal she would be one of them. She was always there trying to see the good side of everything, which in his darker days was both infuriating and yet comforting. It was reassuring having her slapping some sense in his thick skull sometimes, he couldn’t deny it.
He also loved that, her scolding tone, her stubbornness and resolution whenever he was acting like a complete ass. He loved the way she would ruffle his hair to annoy him, he loved how her soft hands were making him feel butterflies flying around his stomach every damn time…
Sebastian’s chocolate brown eyes were fixed on Eleonora’s delicate face as the sudden realisation hit him like a whole bombarda in his chest.
He was falling in love. No. He was in love. Utterly. Undeniably in love.
He didn’t realise his face was few centimetres away from hers till now, his lips dangerously close to hers. Before doing something stupid and reckless he pulled away slightly and took a moment to gain his composure, his eyes wandered around the luxurious living room of her family’s manor, the paintings of the Russels were almost staring at him, judging him with their cold gaze.
Who was he trying to fool? He was nobody compared to her family, an orphan living in a cottage with his grumpy uncle, it would never be fair to her. Knowing her parents Eleonora had probably her life planned since day one, as her older sister Ofelia once told him they lived in a golden cage with all comforts but still a cage. It was all doomed from the start so- for now it was better to suppress those feelings. To pretend they never had been there.
For now having her friendship was more than he could hope for, Sebastian looked at the big wood carved clock and checked the time, it was getting pretty late, he sighed and with a soft spoken tone called for her.
“Hey…Birdie”
The world would never want them together, that’s what he was telling himself, yet when he saw those blue eyes and that warm sleepy smile greeting him Sebastian thought that the world could burn or destroy itself in that exact moment.
The world would know Lady Eleonora Russel but Birdie. Birdie was just for him and that was all he needed.
“Birdie? What am I a chicken?”
Eleonora said with a snort while sitting up and stretching a bit letting a yawn escape her lips.
“No more like a goose.”
Sebastian retorted with a cheeky grin. She had no idea of what passed by his mind all the short time she was asleep.
“Ouch- did I snore loud?”
“Terribly. I mistaken you for a troll or something at some point.”
Eleonora laughed at the statement and crossed her arms in a proud stance.
“Was I annoying you?”
“Terribly.” Sebastian said faking an exasperated sigh.
“Good. I can consider my mission accomplished then”
She added with a chuckle while they both got up to walk towards the kitchen for stealing a snack or two. Luckily her parents wouldn’t be back till next early morning considering their habit to attend balls and ceremonies maintaining their high social status connections. That was a relief for the two of them but also for the servitude. The house elves were quite fond of Eleonora, a true ray of sunshine in that toxic household.
The afternoon passed by with their usual playful bantering like any other. It was better pretending nothing happened for Sebastian, it was for the best really.
Was it? Only time would tell. For now they were just fifteen, sitting on the kitchen counter munching a stolen slice of lemon tart while yapping about how they were both convinced Professor Garlick was hiding “special plants” somewhere in the greenhouse.
It was a normal spring afternoon during the end of the 19th century.
Flowers were blooming , birds were chirping and the air smelled like clean laundry and soap.
Winter was just a distant thought, none of them could ever imagine how everything would irreversibly change in few months.
Moments like these would be soon turned into distant faded happy memories but for now…it was all that mattered.
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with a broken heart — r. cameron
part 1. something a little more lighthearted to make up for breaking y'alls hearts :)
series: every few lifetimes
❝ i was grinning like i'm winning
i was hitting my marks
'cause i can do it with a broken heart ❞
pairing: ex-bf!rafe x fem!reader
context: after getting your heart broken, you pack your bags and leave the obx, only to come face to face with rafe again, eight years later.
words: 2.4k+
warnings: rafe and reader are aged up (26/27), old flames, FLUFF
"now remember, this client's a big prospect," your boss says as you follow him out of the office car and into the building you were scoping out today. "i guarantee if you can close this deal, you'll be well on your way to becoming the next junior partner."
"hank, are you serious?" you stop in your tracks and he looks at you.
when you first left the outer banks for new york, you went to nyu without a clue on what you wanted to do with the rest of your life. somewhere along the way, you graduated magna cum laude and pursued law school at columbia. your first year, hank took you on as an intern, and by the time you graduated, you had a job lined up for you at one of the biggest real estate agencies in the world. and though you knew how well you did your job, becoming junior partner as a second-year associate was way beyond where you thought you'd be—it was nothing short of a dream come true.
"don't think what you've done for this company has been lost on me, y/n," he tells you. "you're an asset. i knew it since that first summer i took you on as an intern."
a smile comes across your lips. "well, i can't disappoint," you say. "let's close this fucking deal."
"that's what i like to hear, come on," he continues leading you through the building, until the two of you reached a tall guy with a buzzcut wearing a navy blue suit scoping out the place.
"mr. cameron," you don't miss the familiar name when you and your boss stop behind him, your breath hitching when the guy turns around to greet you both. "this is-"
"y/n," your name rolls off rafe's tongue the same way it always did, your heart beating so hard you feared it'd jump out of your chest.
hank's eyes shift between the two of you, as he shakes rafe's hand. "you two know each other?"
"yeah," rafe nods, his eyes set on you—he couldn't believe that you were actually standing in front of him. a part of him thought that when you left the obx he'd never see you again. "we uh— we went to high school together."
"well that's wonderful," hank smiles. "no need for the awkward introduction then."
except— it was awkward. you didn't just go to high school together. you fell in love in high school. and two months before you chose to go to nyu, rafe broke your heart.
"y/n here will be the one walking you through the contract, and hopefully setting you up with one of our best architects," hank explains to him, while you continue trying to process the fact that he was actually here.
what were the odds that he was the client you needed to win over in order to make junior partner?
—
"so, does that all sound good to you?" you finish going over the contract for the building and look at rafe.
the two of you hovered over a table in the empty space that you'd spread out all the documents on.
"yeah, y/n, it all sounds great." the smile he throws your way makes your stomach turn in the worst way—making you realize that the piece of your heart that never stopped beating for him still existed. "where do i sign?"
"uh— right here," you pick up your pen to draw x's on all the lines he had to sign on, before holding it out to him.
he takes it from you, and you watch as he leans over to sign on each and everyone of them, your eyes trailing over how well his suit fit him.
he must hit the gym at least four times a week, you thought. he's grown quite a bit since you last saw him.
"there you go," rafe hands the pen back out to you, and you take it from him with a smile.
"thank you," you say. "you won't regret it."
"oh, i know," he nods, eyes scanning over your face. "i'd never regret anything that involves you."
you feel the heat rise on your cheeks, but you keep it professional, gathering the files on the table back into your folder. "well then, i'll leave you with the contacts of our architects and if you have any further questions, you can reach out to hank or any of the other executives."
"yeah, okay," he replies, hiding his disappointment in the fact that you didn't tell him to contact you with any questions he may have.
"it was a pleasure doing business with you, mr. cameron," you hold out a hand to him for a handshake and he stares at it for a second, before reluctantly placing his hand in yours.
"it sure was," he smiles. "but you know you can just call me rafe, don't you?"
"this is how i address all my clients," you tell him. "it's just the professional thing to do."
"yeah, yeah, i get it," he nods. "guess i'm just not used to it coming from you."
you crack a smile at his somewhat nervous stance—you weren't used to seeing him this way. "it was nice to see you again, rafe. good luck with everything."
"yeah," he grins. "you too."
you turn to walk away, while rafe stays back, scratching the back of his head in contemplation before calling out to you. "hey y/n?"
"yeah?" you ask, stopping to look at him again.
"you got any plans tonight?"
"rafe, i-"
"oh, come on," he cuts you off, slowly closing the distance between you two. "there's no reason we can't be friends, right?"
wrong—there were many reasons. one being that you spent years piecing yourself back together after he decided to give up on you.
"let's catch up," he persists, his blue eyes locking with yours. "get a drink with me tonight."
despite your head screaming no, you agree. "one drink," you say, causing a smile to spread across his face. "ten o'clock. meet me at the bar on fifth."
—
the second you walk into the bar, rafe rises from his stool at the counter and waves you over. he had gotten there 30 minutes early to make sure you weren't left waiting for him—you'd done enough of that.
"hey," he seems nervous when you reach him, wiping his hands on his slacks before reluctantly wrapping his arms around you in a hug.
you resist the urge to giggle—it was kinda entertaining to see this six-foot-two tall man get nervous around you—and briefly return his hug.
"have you been here long?" you ask, taking off your jacket and taking a seat in the empty stool beside him.
"nah, just about five minutes or so," he lies, shrugging and giving you a lopsided smile, as the bartender walks up to greet you both.
"anything i can get you?" she asks, eyes lingering on rafe for a little longer than you.
"just a glass of whiskey for me," rafe tells her. "neat."
"and i'll just have a glass of pinot noir," you say, when the girl turns to look at you. "thank you."
"and you can just put it on this," rafe reaches into his back pocket for his wallet, and you cut in. "rafe, you don't have to-"
"nonsense," he shakes his head at you and slides his black amex across to the bartender. "i invited you out. it's on me."
the bartender picks up his card, and gives him a smile. "rafe cameron. i'll remember that."
subtly, rafe rolls his eyes and you hold back a snicker. "please don't."
the bartender huffs as her eyes shifts between the two of you, but walks away without another word to get your drinks and charge rafe's card.
you kink a brow at him. "you get bartenders flirting with you a lot?"
"i guess it happens every now and then," he shrugs.
"it's definitely the buzz," you tell him, as a different bartender brings over your drinks and hands rafe back his card.
"thank you," he briefly acknowledges him, before turning his attention back on you, an amused smile on his face. "you think?"
"yeah," you nod, bringing your wine glass up to take a sip. "it makes you look older— more mature. it suits you."
he cracks a smile, a small chuckle slipping out from between his lips. "and being a lawyer suits you."
"you really think so?"
"yeah," he nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey. "you looked so cute all dressed up in your little suit," those words make the heat rise on your cheeks, and you hide it with your wine glass. "i've never seen you more in your element. what made you choose law?"
"well…" you trail off, wondering whether or not you should tell him the truth. oh, fuck it. "after we broke up, i found out got into nyu. i was so… mad and hurt over you ending it that i packed my bags and i left, without looking back. during the summers, i stayed here and worked internships with the school just so i'd have an excuse not to go home."
he listened intently, a look of indifference falling across his features. a part of him was hurt at hearing that he'd broken your heart so badly you felt the need to leave, but the other part was proud. you really did that. figured your shit out and made a life for yourself—just like he always knew you would.
"after my second year, i worked an internship with a property management company in brooklyn. we scoped out places all around the city, and i don't know… i kinda just fell in love with it. seeing how happy people got when we'd found them the right apartment or the right space for them to start their business just made me feel really good. so i declared real estate as my major junior year and decided on law school," you continued.
"doll, that's amazing," he smiled, blue eyes twinkling. "which law school did you go to?"
"columbia," you reply, his eyes only widening in amazement. no words could describe the amount of pride in his chest right now. "but enough about me. what about you?"
"oh— uh…" he started and set his whiskey down on the bar. "after you left, i went to rehab. went in and out of that place for about two or three years… i mean, you knew how bad it was— wasn't easy."
you frown upon hearing his struggles with rehab and relapsing, but nod along as he continues.
"been clean for about four years now though," he shrugs, as if it wasn't some big accomplishment.
"rafe, that's amazing," you tell him, setting your glass down on the bar. "good for you."
"i had to," he nodded. "not only for me, but for dad, too. he was starting to talk business and expanding the company, and i just… i couldn't let him down. especially not after i let you down."
you glance down, no longer being able to meet his eyes. you knew that your past together had to come up at one point, you just weren't ready for it. mainly because even after all this time, there was still that little piece of your heart that never stopped belonging to him. it would always be his. "rafe…"
"i hope i'm not being too forward when i ask you this but…" his hand reaches out to touch yours, and you look up at him. "are you seeing anyone?"
"no, i'm not," you shake your head. "after we broke up, i didn't really date much. and even when i did, nothing ever really stuck."
that was enough to have a smile crack across his his, eyes brighter than you'd seen them in a really long time. "guess that makes two of us."
"guess so," you shrug, thoughts running through your mind a hundred times a minute as you try to find a way to change the subject. you weren't ready for where this conversation was about to go. at least, not yet. "but, uh— tell me about cameron development, how's that going?"
he chuckles at your eagerness to change the subject, as you sipped on your wine, but goes with it. he'd break you down again. eventually.
—
after finishing your drinks at the bar, rafe offered to walk you home since your apartment was only about a block or two away, assuring you that he'd just get a cab back to his hotel afterward.
and while a part of you screamed at you to say no, that little piece of your heart that still beat for him won over, and you agreed.
"well, this is me," you say, stopping in front of your apartment complex and looking at him. "it was really nice to see you, rafe."
"so that's it?" he asks, catching you off guard. "this just ends here?"
he takes a step towards you, making your heart pitter-patter, as his eyes scanned your face.
"rafe-"
"don't you ever wonder…" he cuts you off, his gaze lingering on your lips for just a moment before his eyes shifted to meet yours. "what we could've been? what we could be?"
"i-"
"i know i fucked shit up with you, a'ight?" he said, hand coming up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
the gesture threatens to make your eyes flutter close at the feeling of his familiar touch, but you keep your composure.
"i was young and i was stupid, and i thought you deserved better," he continued. "but y/n, there isn't a day that has gone by in the last eight years that you haven't crossed my mind. i think about you all the time, just hoping for the day you'd finally come back to the banks."
your breath hitches at his confession, that tiny piece of your heart that held onto him, growing three sizes.
"i know i don't deserve a second chance, i know that," he told you. "but i'm not the guy i was back in high school. i'm clean now, and i've turned my life around. i can be that guy for you now. the one you needed me to be all those years ago."
"okay," you whisper.
"what?" he musn't have heard you right.
"i'd be lying to myself if i said i haven't thought about you either, rafe," you say.
a small chuckle falls from his lips, which spread into a smile. "seriously?"
you nod. "come pick me up at seven tomorrow. let's give it a chance."
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@jegulus-microfic april 27 - diplomacy - 1117 words
aka there’s a few unexpected babies in a shed and regulus is a master of persuasion
It starts with Harry.
He’s running around in the back garden as Regulus peeks outside to call him for dinner.
When Regulus calls him he comes bounding over the meadow, red cheeked and flushed and a little sweaty.
Regulus bends down to smack a kiss on his damp hair and presses a glass of water into his small hands.
Harry gulps half of it with vigor, breathing loudly and then puts it back down on the table with a thunk. “Uh- Paps.”
“Mhm?”
“Where’s Mochi?”
“Mochi?” Regulus hums, realizing he actually doesn’t know where their cat is, “I haven’t seen him in the house today.”
“Oh,” Harry makes, his brows drawing together.
Regulus’ chest tightens, “I’m sure he’ll be back by bedtime, pumpkin.”
The rest of the afternoon passes, the sun sets and Mochi still hasn’t shown.
Harry gets ready for bed worried but James makes up a bedtime story about adventure cats with supernatural powers and all’s well.
That is until it’s two days later and Mochi still hasn’t wound up yet.
Regulus gets actually concerned and quietly talks to James in bed at night about the possibility of Mochi having been hit by a car. James is optimistic though, gently stroking through his curls and kissing his forehead, reassuring Regulus that their cat will be back.
True to his fiancé’s word Mochi turns up just another day later. Safe and sound, no wounds or scratches and bonking his forehead against their legs like nothing was amiss.
Harry is ecstatic and Regulus sighs so heavy in relief he feels 10 pounds lighter—that is until Mochi keeps flitting back out into the garden, mewling loudly.
James and Harry go out into the yard to play on the trampoline, thinking their cat may just want some company out in the nice weather.
“I dunno, love,” James shakes his head, clambering down from the trampoline, “It sounds like something is bothering him. He keeps walking around, yelling at us.”
Regulus combs an errant strand of James’ hair back from his forehead, frowning slightly. He sighs, “It does seem like he wants something from us.”
Harry is still bouncing on the net, then he announces suddenly, “I think maybe he wants to show us something.”
James and Regulus exchange looks and then they help Harry put on his shoes again and start following behind a relentlessly meowing Mochi.
Their cat takes them out back towards the end line of their property to Monty’s old shed they don’t really use for anything.
Mochi squeezes right through a broken panel of wood inside, still meowing.
Regulus throws James a skeptical look but James just shrugs and rattles and yanks at the old door until it swings open.
That’s when Regulus hears it.
More meowing. Tiny, high mewling.
Baby kittens.
His eyes meet James in an instant as a small gasp elicits from Regulus’ throat, eyes widening in adoration and teeth digging in his lower lip, ridiculously excited.
James takes Harry up on his hip with a grin and nods Regulus to enter first.
With the help of the sunlight streaming in through the open door they find the little family in an instant.
The mom is a beautiful grey-ish tabby and there’s three little furballs attached to her stomach.
There’s one similar to Mochi with all black and white spots, another tiger striped one with an orangey undertone and then an entirely black one safe for one white spot around its ear that immediately has Regulus breaking out into coos.
Mochi runs around between Regulus’ legs all excited, screaming still, and he gently shushes their cat with head scratches. He bends down to say hello to the mom while James explains everything to Harry behind him.
It takes a few contemplative sniffs from mom before she takes a careful lick at Regulus’ finger. Mochi smells like them so Regulus is glad the mom realizes they’re family and not a threat.
Regulus beckons James and Harry over and pulls the latter between his spread knees, murmuring quietly, “These are Mochi’s babies, Harry, just like you are ours.”
Harry nods importantly, eyes fixated on the kittens.
“We have to introduce ourselves to the mom first though before we get to say Hello to the babies. Like this,” Regulus takes Harry’s hand in his and lets the female cat sniff him too.
Harry giggles when she licks him with her rough tongue and Regulus’ heart nearly bursts when she tilts her head into his little palm. James follows suit, stroking through Regulus’ curls with his other hand. It’s a marvelous moment shared between the three of them and Regulus desperately hopes that it’s going to stay a core memory in all their minds.
They run back to the house to get a pillowed basket and blankets for the mom and babies to transport back in. At the end of the day Regulus’ cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Until James comes up behind him while brushing teeth, arms wrapped around his stomach and asks who they want to give two of the babies to.
Regulus thinks he must be clinically insane for the suggestion but he doesn’t say so just yet. He has to play his cards right here to get what he wants and what his little family clearly deserves despite whatever James may think for whatever obviously illogical reason.
So Regulus just shrugs and spits into the sink.
The next morning when Harry is already in kindergarden he grabs James on his way out to door to work.
He drapes himself all prettily against the door frame, purposly toying with the ring on James’ finger. “So,” he starts, “About the kittens.”
James already slips into a playfully skeptical expression, “What about them?”
Regulus clears his throat professionally, “After diplomatic discussions we found that there was no way for us not to keep them.”
“A-huh?”
Regulus huffs, “Yes.”
“Just between the two of you…” James prods, one brow raised.
“Yes.” Regulus’ expression is unwavering stone. He’s so standing his ground. Not budging. He’s a wall.
“All 3 of them?”
“They have names, to your information,” Regulus spits. Then adds in a more quiet voice, “Strawberry, Vanilla and Matcha.”
James only hums in return, but the corners of his lips are already curling with a badly concealed grin so Regulus knows they’ve as good as won.
“So,” he sucks his teeth, cocking his head and blinking up at his fiancé from under his lashes, “We’re gonna need a bigger car tree.”
James’ grin blooms full force and he rolls his eyes behind his glasses. Then he smacks Regulus’ ass so hard, Regulus makes a sound that sounds embarrassingly similar to the ones the kittens make.
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Oc introduction time! Again :3
Meet iris! :D✨💕
More info after the cut!
°Information i have of her as of now✨
Iris is 26 years old!
She works at pigsy's noodles! helps with cleaning and even cook the noodles as well, maybe also bake a few of her desserts for costumers to help with pigsy's business!
Yes, just like lian, she has a skill for baking as well
Although being a good baker, she actually doesn't like sweets that much, she likes her food a bit more salty
Her favorite food are just any noodles (y'know where that started)
Actually more timid and soft spoken than lian, she only speaks when necessary
Iris wants to build a bakery of her own but due to the events that has been happening at the recent seasons, SHE CANNOT ☝️
Acts like a big sister to the traffic light trio :3
She's half filipino half chinese!
Lives in an apartment near pigsy's noodle shop
Iris started obtaining the abilities of a red panda demon as soon as she puts on that neck accessory that was given to her by her grandmother.
Unlike lian who can control her emotions very well, iris cannot! She's very emotional so it was harder for her to deal with her newly found abilities.
As you can see from the ref sheets, her original hair color is reddish brown!
Some likes and dislikes✨
Likes
I already did state this but she LOVES noodles, it might even be considered an addicti—
She likes to draw too, not as much as baking though
Probably loves listening to songs from Alex G—
She loves collecting anything pink that catches her eyes, so as soon as you come in her apartment, prepare to feast your eyes upon many pink trinkets and plushies she has—
Dislikes
She HATES being compared, she used to be compared to a lot of kids back in her childhood so the hatred feeling of being compared to has stuck to her til she was an adult—
Probably dislikes loud places. with her newly found abilities her hearing became more sensitive.
She dislikes cutting her hair, she will trim it if it gets ridiculously long though!
FINALLY got to post her as well, Iris is the main oc i have that are involved with the lmk gang so it would be fun to figure out how she'll fit in on every episodes of the seasons :3, I'll have to post more ocs in the future hopefully YES I HAVE MORE!!
Bonus : Lmk Edits of her! (She looks a little different from these cause these are old ☝️)
#digital art#lego monkey kid oc#lego monkie kid#lmk#lmk oc#lmk oc art#drawing#artists on tumblr#lmk fandom
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Kintsugi (the golden roses will bloom prettily in the space between your ribs)
Summary : You'd met Joel a year ago. Then you learn he and Tess are gone from the Boston QZ.
Warnings : Mature content, MDNI, rape attempt (not from Joel, though), pining, ANGST.
Tags : Just ask.
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You hear it first in the whispers around the QZ. You see it, then, in the way your associates Matthew avoids looking you in the eye. You walk to the apartment and it’s like there’s a ticking sound, the countdown of a bomb. You knock, once, twice. Wait. Repeat the motion. Once, twice. Wait.
There’s the sound of footsteps, then. Not familiar ones. And a voice that drawls :
‘You waistin’ your time, sweetheart. Didn’t you hear ? They gone.’
You don’t turn to look at the man. You get down the stairs and into the street.
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The way you see it, there are two kinds of memories living in your mind : the ones you hold on to, and the ones that won’t go away.
What went down the day of the outbreak wakes you up at night. Ten years old, at school. The way little Timmy launched at Travis and bit him right in the throat.
You mother always said that as a woman it was better to be a rose disguised as a sunflower. Be pretty, hide your spikes, but always be ready to strike. Draw blood. She was dead when you got home that day.
Sometimes you think about that other memory. You have a lot of memories with Joel Miller, but there is one you hold on to. One that keeps you up at night, cunt and heart aching. The memory of fingers in your hair, as you’re not quite awake, on an old couch. It’s just that : fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp, and the heat of his thigh right next to your head. Fingers halting and warmth leaving right before the door opened and the voice of Tess announced ‘come on, we need to go’. Sometimes you think it was all a dream.
You met Tess before you met Joel. She’d trusted you to smuggle some pills for her when things almost went south. Almost, because you were, ever since you had to kill your pal Katie by repeatedly beating her skull with a chair, your arms heavy and aching with effort, a rose disguised as a sunflower. Things almost went south but you played the dumb little girl act - almost thirty years old, you were, but you’d learned that men would believe anything as long as that belief made them think they could advantage of you. You smuggled the pills, put a knife through the throat of a FEDRA soldier, and ended up at Tess’ place with a bloody nose and a top half ripped-off. Except it wasn’t Tess’ place only, and that’s when you met Joel Miller, almost a year before today, before you hear ‘You waistin’ your time, sweetheart. Didn’t you hear ? They gone.’.
Poetry lies in the cracks of things broken, except, at the end of the world, there is no sweet, gorgeous, shiny gold to mend what’s damaged. You’d read it in a book, once, became obsessed with it, too - Kintsugi. You’d wished you could do that - as a hobby. Wished you could take broken pottery and fix it with liquid gold. Wished you could take your heart, your ribs, your everything, and fix that too.
When you entered Tess’ place that day and met Joel Miller, he took one look at you as Tess muttered Christ, kid, you okay ?
You were not a kid. You were almost thirty and when you were ten you had killed your friend Katie with a chair, and then Travis, and then you had gone home to find the corpse of your mother and when the world hit you, you’d hit back but also you wanted to fix pottery with shiny gold and-
And Joel Miller grabbed your jaw, gentle but firm, and his other hand grabbed your arm, sat you down, and cleaned up your bloody nose.
That’s how you met Joel Miller. Tall, broad, manly. Precise, careful, in his movements, as Tess asked about what happened. And then Tess, to him
‘We can trust her, she’s basically a wallflower. Very useful if you want things to go quietly.’
Not a wallflower, a sunflower, you wanted to answer. I love beautiful things and I love the sun and I love when life shines. But a wallflower you were considered, and a wallflower you became. And neither Tess nor Joel took the time to see the sunflower behind the wallflower. Nor the rose with spikes hidden behind.
And Tess put a gentle hand on Joel Miller’s shoulder, squeezed as they looked at each other and you knew. You knew that grip on your jaw, that focused gaze on your face were all you were going to get. You were not one to fool yourself.
A wallflower you’d remain.
And Joel Miller’s name would be yours to say in the quiet of the night, fingers in your cunt, when the darkness makes the world outside disappear.
Not quite liquid gold fixing the breaks between your ribs, but enough.
———
They made sense, Joel and Tess. Tess was stern, face hardened by years of struggling - that made her beautiful in a way you would never be because you’d learned to hide that part of you. She was glorious. Determined, strong, assertive.
One day you stopped before knocking at her door because you heard-
You heard.
Even the way she moaned was beautiful.
So you turned back, found a guy, and brought him back home.
You woke up to a furious pounding on your door and watched Joel throw the guy out, pants barely covering his dick, shoes in his hands.
‘Where were you last night ? Why didn’t you show up ?’
You couldn’t exactly said that you’d shown up to hear Tess being fucked into the mattress so you settled with
‘I got distracted.’
His hand grabbed your jaw, his eyes intense.
‘Don’t. Don’t ever do that again. Ever.’
You could have said it, then. Could have said that he didn’t seem so worried when his cock was buried in Tess’ cunt. Couldn’t have been bothered to show up before the morning after. You said nothing.
A wallflower indeed.
And now-
Now.
Now it’s been two days since you felt Joel’s fingers in your hair, as you were sleeping in their apartment. Two days since he stopped and got up before Tess walked in and said ‘come on, we need to go’. Two days of whispers and glances and maybe after learning they were gone, knowing they left, maybe you got drunk, and maybe a FEDRA soldier put his hand where it didn’t belong and whispered in your ear :
‘They’re gone now, you’re all alone, little girl.’
And maybe you slit his throat. Maybe you slit his throat and then cut his dick off, for good mesure. Nobody would know for sure, because when they found the corpse in the morning, you were long gone.
And with you, you took nothing, except the bone-crushing knowledge that even at the end of the world, heartbreak is still what hurts the most - not killing Katie, not your dead mother, not the twenty years fighting for your life - and no amount of burning liquid gold will ever fix the empty space where your heart should be.
But maybe,
Maybe, you think, as you walk through green pastures on a way to a mythical place called Jackson, maybe, one can be a sunflower and a rose at the same time.
Maybe you’ll kill if you have to, and maybe, if Jackson is real, you’ll spend your time fixing pottery with- maybe not gold, but with yourself.
But as you approach the gates of Jackson, arms raised, slowly, saying
‘I don’t mean any harm.’
You make a promise to yourself.
And that promise is shaken to its core when the man in front of you - warm, familiar eyes - introduces himself as Tommy, Tommy Miller.
But you make a promise.
A sunflower.
A rose.
You’re gonna fix all the goddamn vases in this place.
The golden roses will bloom prettily in the space between your ribs, and you’ll let them be beautiful, and you’ll let them draw blood, too.
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James: what are you thinking right now?
Regulus: you know how in the old days, artists would try draw cats but they end up looking like some weird demon hybrid
Regulus: It really makes you wonder, had they just never seen a cat before? Or were they really bad painters? Could they just not draw cats?
Regulus: I mean, I don’t think there is one decent painting of an old time cat. Did cats just look different back then? What’s up with that.
James: *falling in love*
#marauders#marauders era#the marauders era#the marauders#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#yes sure this was my way of rambling about old paintings of cats#I think about it way too often#seriously#what is up with them#they look so weird#james x regulus#james potter x regulus black#regulus x james
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Azran Legacy Guidebook: Page 101
Previous Page: Page 100
Mystery 03: On page 91, Nagano-san mentioned that Sycamore’s glasses are fake – I want to hear more about it!
Nagano-san told us about the fake glasses. They may look like simple glasses, but there may be more to it than that.
This is my own interpretation, but I think that Sycamore is showing his true self when he reverts back to his original name. Still, it isn’t easy for him, he can’t do that anymore, and even if you were to ask him his true feelings, I don’t think he intends to take back his old name, or take off his glasses.
Back when Sycamore was a child, after he had been separated from young Layton, he read every book that his parents owned, packed up his necessary belongings, and then, one bright afternoon as he watched the floating clouds, he left, thinking “I’m going to buy a pair of glasses”.
Mystery 04: If the Professor Layton series were to continue, what kinds of characters would you like to create?
I’d like to draw comical characters. Currently, I’m into the “Otoko wa Tusrai yo (It’s Tough Being a Man)” series, and I find myself laughing along with Tora-san, as he gets angry, always falling in love with the heroine, then getting his heart broken, and sometimes getting annoyed… But off screen, for everyone watching, he is very entertaining. It is good to have a character like that who can make people laugh.
In “Professor Layton”, when I draw a laughing expression, there are no characters that fit a big open-mouthed laughter. For Layton or Luke, they end up with “Haha” or something tidy like that.
Layton shows a bit of a comical side in this picture.
Some of Nagano-san’s charming characters. This book is full of them, so please take a look!
The “Professor Layton” team animate Nagano-san’s illustrations in 3D, overseen by Suzuki-san. This golden duo create some charming characters.
The Azran Civilisation’s Hidden Door
If you read this book carefully to the end, the Azran civilisation’s hidden door will open, and you will be able to enjoy Nagano-san’s newly-drawn illustrations. Read until the end for details.
ナゾ０３
P91 で長野さん仰っている「サ ー 八イマンの伊達メガネ」の工ピソードについてもっと聞きたい！
長野さんが語ってくれた伊達メカネのエピソ ー ド。単なるメカネのように見えて、実は彼のいろんな思いがこめられているのかもしれません
これはあくまでも僕の想像なのですが、サーイマンが完全に素顔になるときって「本来の名前」を取り戻すときだと思うんです。
でも、簡単にそうできないし、できなくなってるし、本心を問いただしても、名前を取り戻そうとも、メガネを外そうとも考えていないと思います。
サーイマンが子供のころ、子供のレイトンと別れたとき、家にあった両親の本を全部読んで、必要な荷物を誌めて、外に出たある晴れた午後、流れる震を見ながら「メガネ買おう】と思ったんです。そして家を出たんです。
ナゾ０４
今後、『レイトン教授』シリ ー スが続くとしたら、 どんなキャラクターを描きたいですか？
三枚目キャラが描いてみたいです。今、「男はつらいよ」シリーズにはまっているので、寅さんみたいな大笑いしたり、怒ったり、いつもヒロインに恋して、失恋しちゃったり、時には周りにすごく迷惑かける・・・だけれど画面の外で見ている人を、その分本当に楽しませてくれる。ああいう笑ってもらえる三枚目キャラクターが良いなと思っています。「レイトン教授」では楽しそうな絵を描こうとするときに、大きく口開けて目いっぱい大笑いさせられるキャラがいないなあ。と思いました。レイトンやルークにそうさせようとしても、につこりと、「あははは」くらいでいつも上品に��っちゃうんですよね。
本作ではちょっぴり三枚目な一面を見せたレイトン
長野さんが描いた魅力的なキャラクターたち。本書にもたっぷり載っているので、じっくり読んでくださいね
長野さんのイラストを、レイトン教授』チームが3D で動かし、鈴木さんが監修する。この黄金コンビにより、キャラが魅力的に描かれているんです
超文明 A のアトリエかくし扉
この本を最後までじっくり読むと、超文明 A のアトリエのかくし扉が開き、長野さんの描き下ろしイラストが楽しめます。詳しくは最後までお読みください。
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Perfect Love Devlog #27
It was kind of tough to redesign Iya since she looks so different from her First Impressions counterpart. In my original design she had hair that looked more like Sombra from Overwatch, but to keep her recognizable I mostly just kept the hair the same. My concept for her is that she tends to dress up as characters she likes from books, which is why compared to characters like Emil and Desmond her appearance tends to differ more.
Anyways, I have three sprites for her finished and I like how I didn't learn from my mistake of doing a profile sprite of PreMilo and then attempted to do the same for Iya. Bad idea, but it is too late. It's always a bit harder because the face will have the change and I can't differ it too much lest the eyes and other parts of her face end up moving way too much. I may add some other eyes/mouths/eyebrows to her since usually while coding I end up not having as many expressions as I would have liked. Emil actually has a couple of expressions that I didn't end up using for his scene.
I'm going somewhere today, but hopefully when I come back, I can not only design one more sprite for Desmond (and add some more expressions for his old ones) as well as make the miniCGs fro Emil's story since I think other than sound, that's the only thing really missing from his route.
The discord is very inspirational and it's fun seeing everyone drawing each other's ocs and making headcannons of my game. Hopefully I can give them a very nice gift later down the line.
#perfectlovevn#yandere vn#perfect love vn#about iya#perfectlove dev logs#yandere visual novel#male yandere#yandere boy#yandere
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tolerate it pt2 - d.w
Paring; dean x reader
Prompt;
Requested; anon
Notes;highly requested sorry its taken so long.
Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist
In the days since Dean had left, you’d spent most of your time thinking. You’d gone over and over your conversation with Dean until you were pretty sure you’d analysed every single word a few times over.
You’d come to the conclusion that upon Dean’s return, he was gonna have a choice to make. It killed you inside to even think in this way but you knew something had to be done. Living life locked away in a bunker was nothing you’d imagined, nor wanted. Before the bunker your life had been filled with long car rides and late-night conversations whispered under the covers of old motel rooms.
You’d never bothered much about Dean’s protectiveness back then because you’d still had the freedom of exploring new towns and finding small hidden treasures. You’d loved the whirlwind of moving from town to town. State to state. Until it had stopped. Until you’d found yourself trapped in a metal prison.
By no means were you kept here forcefully. You could leave at any point but you didn’t want to. Walking around the same town on your own was only entertaining for a certain amount of time before it grew repetitive. While before Dean used to join you as you’d both explore the new towns, now he barely left the bunker unless he was hunting.
Even when he was here he’d always have a reason to stay behind while you adventured out for supplies.
Which is what brought you to now. What brought you to sit on your bed, a duffle bag in hand as you slowly worked up the courage to begin the task of packing. It almost broke your heart in two reaching from the draw and slowly opening it. Pulling out the first piece of clothing felt like you were poking small holes in your heart.
You loved Dean, you truly did but you couldn’t live like this any longer.
“What are you doing?” You jumped slightly at the voice, dropping the top you’d been holding. “Your back.” You quickly picked up the top before turning to face Dean who stood staring at you. His eyes darted between the bag and your open draw before back to you. A small look of fear crossed his face for a moment before quickly disappearing. You were leaving?!
“Sweetheart.” He slowly began walking towards you, his arms reaching out to grasp your own. “What are you doing?” He repeated.
“Giving you a choice.” You responded simply, keeping your expression calm. “You let me come with you every so often, or I leave. For good.”
Dean faltered for a moment. His grip on your arms tightens. “You..you can’t leave. Sweetheart why would you…no.” He shook his head as his mind raced a mile a minute. “I can’t keep doing this.” A small frown pulled on your lips as you softened your gaze. “It’s not fair on me. I feel useless here Dean! You never let me help anymore!”
“I’m trying to keep you safe! Why can’t you see that.” He threw his arms up turning his back to you before running a hand through his hair. “You being here is the safest place you can be.”
You shook your head. “What’s the point of this relationship if you're never here and I'm constantly sitting here doing nothing? I spend my time worrying that one day Sam will walk through that door and you won’t be with him!” Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as you tried to reason with him. “I can’t keep doing this Dean.” You pressed a hand to your mouth taking in a deep breath to calm yourself.
“Either start letting me help or I’m leaving.”
You held your breath, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest as he stayed silent before turning back to face you. His heart beat in his ears as he considered his options for a moment. Losing you would break him, but seeing you in harm's way would also break him.
He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place as he stared at you. Taking his silence as an answer you nodded, pushing the tears back. “Fine.” You turned back to the draw beginning to throw things into your bag.
The feel of arms wrapping around your waist stalled you slightly. “Stay, please. I can’t lose you.” His lips pressed against the side of your head before he nuzzled his face against your neck. “We can compromise. I’ll teach you how to hunt but on my terms.” He turned you in his arms allowing you both to come face to face.
“I'm so sorry.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before repeating himself. “We can fix this. I promise.” You nodded slightly. It was a start. Him even considered the idea of training you was a step up from before.
“You better keep that promise.” You nodded towards the bag. “Or I really will leave, I swear.” Dean nodded before pulling you impossibly closer, his hand caressing the back of your head.
“I promise.”
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#spn fanfic#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester angst#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x y/n#dean winchester drabble#dean winchester fluff#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles#spn angst#spn x you#spn x y/n#spn x reader#supernatural x reader#supernatural imagine#supernatural drabble#supernatural x you#sam winchester fanfiction#sam and dean#.mine#.spn#.deanwinchester
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𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 || 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯
summary: "there's a serpent in these still waters," helaena murmurs, "lying deep down."
pairing: martell!reader x alicent hightower (mentions of martell!reader x rhaneyra targaryen)
words: 2.6k
warnings/themes: MINORS DNI, soft/dark!reader, implied dubcon, sexual themes, fingering, subtle degradation, corruption kink-ish, mentions of internalized homophobia and religion, murder, alicent is a closeted gay and refuses/hates dealing with it ™
notes: this is a repost from my old blog (that had the same name). in a stroke of genius ™ i deleted the entire thing :') , anyway, hopefully this fic gets more love this time.
NSFW. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. IF WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE , DO NOT READ. YOUR INTERNET IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.
ALICENT NERVOUSLY PACED around the drawing room as the hour to meet with Larys drew nearer and nearer.
Everything about this…dependence on him got away from her. Slipped further into the chaotic pit of her desperation and his greed.
She knew she hated all of it—having to depend on him to even have an inkling of an advantage over Rhaenyra, the way he always made himself known, that he was perpetually watching her even when he wasn’t always there, the way she debased herself for his pleasure even when he didn’t have to touch her at all. One favor led to another, and she hated what it had become.
She wished more than anything that she could be rid of him.
Alicent scoffs at the idea, knowing that no such thing could come about lest she damn herself and reveal everything.
As she always does, she goes on her own. No one must know, not even Talya, her handmaiden. Her hands open and close in anxiety despite her outward composure she keeps at all times.
The path to the particular drawing room is laden with noble stragglers far too interested in business that wasn’t theirs, ready to feast on any crumb of fodder they might catch on feigned happenstance.
Alicent sighs shakily once she arrives at the doors that separates her and that snake.
She remembers it all, how Larys purposefully misconstrued her words for his own convenience, how she implored that she hadn’t asked to slay his own brother for her but he did. He did anyway.
She remembers how Rhaenyra couldn’t find it in herself to grieve because she couldn’t, but ever since then the woman that had been meant to leave for Dorne came back and stayed at her side, looking at Alicent like she knew the Queen had something to do with it.
Nothing of convenience happens just because the Seven will it to be so. You had said to her once. She balked at your blasphemy, but you hadn’t cared. Not even with your formalities thinly veiled as inappropriate advances at Rhaenyra, did you care.
Part of her wishes that that so-called…loyalty Rhaenyra indulged in so naturally from you came to her. That it would be for her instead.
Yes, loyalty is what it was. It had to be that. The Seven would never allow anything else.
Alicent can feel the way her hands shake when she pushes one of the heavy wooden doors, quickly making her way inside and latching it closed as quietly as she could. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a breath to compose herself. Letting it escape her shakily, she turns around.
“Lord Strong, I—” Alicent’s breath leaves her, and this time for entirely different reasons.
You sit in the ornate chaise comfortably, as if you had always belonged there. You donned more Westerosi attire in hues of black and maroon—a gesture of good faith to the Targaryens, a jacquard pattern in the emblem of your House adorning the sleeves, yet your sun warmed skin made you stand out against most of the nobility in the Realm.
Alicent could feel the wind leave her lungs, much like it did when she had an inappropriate dream about you and reluctantly relieved herself of it.
But the way her body shivered then in comparison to seeing the delicately macabre sitting position Larys was in was entirely different.
You greeted her with a warm smile, raising a goblet as if to toast her. Next to you, Larys Strong sat slumped in his chair adjacent to you, the life drained from him only moments ago. Drained chalice at his feet.
“Come, your majesty. We have much to talk about.” You said, gesturing to her usual place across the table.
Alicent hesitates, wondering if she should scream for the guards. But no one knows she’s here, and no one is supposed to know she’s having these secret meetings with the man that now sat dead in front of her.
“Nothing that’s meant for you is poisoned, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You add, casually plucking a few berries from the bowl in front of you.
Alicent swallows as you look at her intently while you pop each berry into your mouth, chewing carefully. She sighs in trepidation, shaking the sins that swim in her head whenever she looks at you for too long.
“How did you—”
“Know?” You ask, completing her question for her, “when you learn to move as I do, you come to know of many things.” You reach for the jug of wine, pouring some for yourself and for Alicent. “Besides,” you add, taking a small sip, “you Westerosi love to talk far too much about yourselves. Is nothing ever kept secret?”
Alicent looks at the goblet of wine in front of her with trepidation, and then to you.
“I took the risk, same as him.” You nod over to Larys, “only, he was not so prepared as I was.”
“You…poisoned him?”
“And myself.” “Then how did you-”
“I am Dornish, your majesty. You forget that where I come from, we are always prepared to take the risk. We were prepared to take it when my ancestor told our would be conqueror to fuck off. I was prepared before you arrived to risk it for Rhaenyra’s legacy.”
Alicent stares at the little vial dangling from your fingers. A spark of dread makes bile rise in her throat, but she forces it down.
“I would be a fool to cast aside all the work I’ve done in the name of truce by killing the Queen.”
You walk over the short length of the table until you reach Alicent’s side, sitting on the corner of the table with your arms crossed.
Alicent can feel her blood boil yet again, especially when she feels the weight of your stare as she wills herself up from her seat.
“How dare you!” She growls, hands balled up into fists as she rises from her chair and is suddenly inches away from your face. “You dare to defend a faithless woman, one who parades her sons as legitimate even though they’re-”
You narrow your eyes, jaw tightening as you cross your arms and tower over her defiantly as you abandon your seat.
“And what of you and Ser Cole?” You ask, chuckling as you watch Alicent’s eyes widen in panic, “yes, I know of that too. I know of all that you do, my queen.”
You reach up to brush aside a copper curl from Alicent’s face, tucking it behind her ear. You smile at the way she shivers when you cup her face, her eyes fighting to stay open.
“Have you ever loved a woman, your majesty?”
Alicent doesn’t answer. She doesn’t want to. But everything she’s thought about in her fantasies with you, her jealousies that give way to sinful dreams when she sees you with Rhaenyra, especially now when she feels your breath on her face, your thumb tracing her lips…
“To love a woman, to be loved by one…it is second only to what a mother would do for her own children. It is to feel the sun on both sides.” You whisper, moving Alicent’s face so she would face you.
You ghost your lips over her own, watching as Alicent struggles internally with her own thoughts.
She hates it, the way she feels when the things she’s dreamt of with you are as alive as they make her feel in that moment.
Suddenly, she gasps as you squeeze her chin between your thumb and your fingers, her lips pursing together. In your eyes, an anger that rivaled that of the dragons’ roars. An uncomfortable dread bubbles in her stomach.
“Do not think of me incapable of doing what I must to ensure that Rhaenyra’s succession isn’t challenged. She is everything to me, and I will make sure to do what I must to protect her.”
Alicent’s lips move to speak when you cup her face gently, in contrast to how you held her just moments ago. But no words come, only a thrill that jumpstarts her heart and burrows itself as an ache in her belly.
“Would you like to know what it’s like, your Majesty, to kiss a woman?”
Alicent doesn’t seem to notice how you move her so easily, one step from you.
Then another.
And another.
“I-I..shouldn’t…the Se-”
“The Seven do not give a fuck in the world, your Highness.” You enjoy the way she lets out a breath when she realizes that her back is touching the wall. “They ask nothing that one isn’t prepared to give. Impose…nothing.”
Alicent’s breath leaves her in a broken gasp when your fingers dance across the neckline of her dress. A conflict within her-knowing not whether to press herself on you or away from you.
But she does not fight it either.
“Why should we impose anything on them, don’t you agree?” You all but purr, cradling her chin between your thumb and fingers. Her lips wobble as your thumb rubs her chin slightly, her tongue darting out to lick a dryness that is there before she swallows.
She knows she is lost when she feels your fingers follow the motion of her throat.
“Would you like to know, your Majesty, what it’s like?” You ask, eyes glinting in a lascivious enthusiasm when her lips press on the pad of your thumb. It makes you hum in satisfaction, like everything you’ve felt to be true about her was confirmed by the feel of her tongue slipping out to take a taste of your skin.
Alicent’s eyes hold on to your own, and you see the conflict swimming in her eyes. It’s clear to her you’ve taken possession– of the power in the room, and of her. She takes your hand, moving it from her chin and downwards, until you catch on to what she wants.
Her crumbling sense of control makes you chuckle darkly. She is fraying at the edges. She lets go of your hand so quickly that her own are scrambling to lift up the skirts of her gown and undergarments. Naturally, her thighs make room for your hands, heart thumping in her chest like a war drum when you tease her.
“Has Rhaenyra…Oh gods..you-” Alicent gasps in relief when your fingers slide into her warmth. Her hands slap onto the wall behind her, scrambling for purchase to tether her somehow. “Has she..and you…”
“I’m here with you now, am I not?” You whisper against the shell of her ear, “enjoy yourself. It’s no one but us.”
It wasn’t just the two of you, but the pleasure blooming across her skin distracts her from the darkness just on the other side of the room.
Alicent isn’t entirely sure what kind of relief to feel. A part of her thought about what you had done. If you were more than willing to kill for Rhaenyra, what would you be willing to do for her?
The back of Alicent’s head falls to the wall behind her as she feels the ache in the pit of her belly about the burst once again. It should be unreasonable for her to do this, to want you the way she does. If someone were to find her, they would have her head put on a pike for impropriety and treason.
And yet, as she remembers how all her life was structured on how to please others, she craved this chaos for herself.
She wanted this. Wanted you, the Princess of Dorne.
Everyone in the Realm had their secrets. Why couldn’t she have one of her own?
“That’s it,” you coo, feeling her hips move along with your hand, “don’t be afraid to let go. Don’t shame yourself out of your own pleasure.”
“I need-” she gasps, her hands grasping your shoulders, nails digging into the embroidered epaulets of your garb, “tell me. There is no shame here with me.” “I need to feel-”
Alicent preens when your fingers curl against that place inside of her that finally drives her over the precipice. Her inhibitions, once frayed at the edges like the fine silk of her gown, finally unravel.
As her climax blooms all over and bursts along her skin, she grabs your face, desperately kissing your lips. You all but practically consume her, and she’d gladly let you do it if it meant that it kept you away from the person she grew to loathe the most.
Your enthusiasm clashes against her desperation, everything is all teeth and tongue and pleasurable warmth she wants to drown herself in.
Alicent closes her eyes, waiting for the adrenaline to wear off. She sighs as you brand open mouthed kisses against her jaw, down along her neck as you take in her smell.
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Alicent startles awake.
She sits up, momentarily still dazed in sleep and unaware of where she is.
Realizing she’s in her own room, she stops grasping at the sheets. Her reverie breaks when Talya walks in, and helps Alicent prepare for the day.
She passes most of the day functioning as a puppet–going through the usual motions of her activities.
She finds comfort in the presence of her daughter Helaena, until they’re called for supper later in the evening.
She feels the strangest sense of comfort as her family is seated around the table, around Viserys. For the most part, everyone is getting along well, even if it is a farce for Viserys’ placation.
A squire interrupts their conversation, whispering in Viserys’ ear. Viserys nods in approval.
The doors open and Alicent’s heart all but stops.
“My sincerest apologies, your Grace.” You say in reverence, “I could not arrive empty handed. Please, have the finest wine Dorne has to offer as both an apology and a token of celebration.”
Alicent can’t help but follow where you sit–the empty chair right next to Rhaenyra. She picks at the skin of her nails, trying to fight off the jealousy that was as green as her dress.
Viserys, thoroughly amused by the gesture, calls for the cupbearers to serve the wine. You’ve only just sat, but you take the goblet full of wine from your homeland, and stand.
“It would please me greatly to propose a toast to his majesty King Viserys,” you raise your cup, “and to his true heir, the Princess Rhaenyra. I’m sure her reign will be a long and prosperous one, welcomed by all in the Realm.”
Viserys wheezes out a jolly laugh, tapping his walking staff instead of clapping. Naturally, everyone else follows what he does, and raises their cups to drink.
Alicent can feel her throat close up, a lick of fear making its way through her. She wants to say something, anything. But she cannot. Does not.
The way in which everything happens so normally, members of her family each in their own corners of the room talking with each other, bewilders her.
“Something wrong, your Highness?” You ask with a feigned cluelessness so natural, Alicent nearly believed it. “I know history has shown that my people have a…proclivity with certain poisons. Nothing that is meant for us is poisoned, I assure you.”
“Of course.” She chuckles out nervously, taking a small sip from the goblet in front of her.
“I would be a fool to cast aside all the work I’ve done in the name of truce by killing the dynasty that has blended with my family’s for generations.”
You continued, everyone clapping to your toast as Alicent had her attention interrupted by Talya. The young maid bent to whisper in Alicent’s ear.
They’ve found Lord Strong in his study.
It’s then that Alicent glances at your deceptively kind face nervously, the color draining from her face when she notices the very same pendant from her dream hanging around your neck.
It was empty.
Before taking another drink from your replenished cup, you raise your cup to her, winking surreptitiously before taking a drink.
Alicent feels the dread drip down her spine and numb her limbs once again.
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Dirty, dirty, NSFW fic where you welcome home your favorite sergeant with tongues and fingers
for @femalefemur, please never stop sending me porn links, babe.
It had been a long deployment and Soap knew it was going to be a short break. Price had told him he'd have a month, Soap was skeptical it would be more than two weeks. But none of that mattered right now. Not his exhaustion, not his buzzing brain, not the new scars he came home with, not even the fact that his ears were still ringing from the battlefield. None of that mattered because you were tongue deep in him while your hand tugged on his weeping cock.
"Ah," Soap moaned, pressing his face into the mattress and his ass back against your tongue, "Ah, hen what you bloody do to me,"
You pull back with a loud slurping noise, giggling at Soap's moan as you spit in your hand and go back to working his cock. "What do I do to you, hm?" you tease, dancing your finger over his slit, "What does my pretty mouth do to your slutty hole?"
Soap whimpered and looked back over his shoulder, his eyes sleepy and hooded as he spread his thighs further, "You drive me out my damn dead is what you do."
You beam, kissing his softly furred ass sweetly before reeling back and spanking him hard, well, as hard as you could. Instead of a squeak like you were hoping for you get a long low groan which is a pretty good consolation prize. You get a hand full of his dark curls and tug and that gets a whine and a weak swat, "Careful back there," Soap complains, like his hole isn't fluttering from the sensations of light pain, "I'm not looking to get plucked my first night home."
You snicker but lean in and kiss his ass again anyway.
Home.
Probably too sappy a thing to be thinking about when you're eating out your military boyfriend. You spread his cheeks and spit a fat wad of saliva on his twitching hole, relishing the half moan, half giggle you get in response.
"Gross," Soap whispers into the sheets.
"Mmh," You hum, leaning in and kissing his wet pucker before going back to work, tonguing deep into him and wiggling your tongue. Soap whimpers and pants above you, his balls drawing up tight as you massage them. You work your hand down, tugging his cock a few idle times before reaching to gently squeeze his stomach. He was getting older, he wasn't as easily able to keep the softness off his midsection, 20 year old Soap's cut abs gently morphing into 27 year old Johnny's tummy. Oh he had abs, but he didn't feel the need to dehydrate and cut carbs any more. He was just as much a badass after his morning muffin and too sweet coffee.
"Love," He whined as you ran your fingers over his treasure trail, "Cock, please,"
You pulled back from his hole just enough to laugh breathlessly, "Needy now that you're back," you tease, the very tip of your nail tracing the vein of his cock.
He looked back, one big blue eye peeking over his massive bicep, exaggeratedly batting his lashes, "I am always needy when it comes to your whore mouth on my respectable hole,"
You let out a screech of a laugh and gave him another spank, relishing the 'ow' let out in the middle of his own laughs. "Alright," You say, spitting in your hand and dragging the dribbles of precum up his shaft as you push him down onto the mattress. "Alright," the hand that isn't working his shaft slides up his thigh, giving his ass a soft pat before sliding two fingers into his already loose ring of muscle, going right for the little bundle of nerves. "Alright," You repeat, your voice softer as Soap presses his moans and whimpers into the mattress, his cock leaking profusely. You lean in, pushing your tongue in along side your fingers. It's not easy or comfortable and it's not coordinated but it must be enough because before Soap lets out a broken little noise and cums all over the towel you'd laid down before you pounced.
The orgasm must have been load bearing because with that Soap collapses, barely avoiding the puddle and barely giving you time to adjust yourself so you didn't get yanked down tongue first. As it stands the two fingers in his ass are connected to the arm that is holding you up and the angle isn't comfortable for either of you.
"Hold on," You grunt, finding a spit to put down your other hand and gently extracting your fingers from him. Grinning when he let out a noise of contentment, nuzzling down into the pillows. He'll worry about getting you off tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and the next day...) but for now you let him lay, bundling up the towel and washing your hands and face before coming back with a warm washcloth to gently clean him up.
"Thank you," Soap sighs.
"For cleaning you up or the rim job?" you tease.
He answers by grabbing you by the ass and tugging you down until you're situated so he can get his soft cock between your soft thighs, already prepping for your wake up call. He looks at you through his lashes and you roll your eyes, kissing him anyway and sucking on his tongue the way he likes. You let your hand drift down to scratch lightly at his round bottom, feeling the coarse hair and taught muscle under your fingers as you suck on the warm wet muscle between your lips, tasting cinnamon toothpaste and need. You pull away for just long enough for you both to breathe, laughing tiredly as Soap whines and chases your lips, even if he is panting too, and then go back in, twisting your fingers into his mohawk and pressing him closer still. You both stay like that, wrapped up in each other, lungs full of each other's air, until you finally drift to sleep, please to be back together no matter how short that time may be.
#soap#soap imagine#soap x reader#john soap mactavish#soap x you#i don't know how to tag these things#IT'S SMUT#GET IN HERE IF YOU WANT THAT#MDNI
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Gone South
Spencer Reid x Reader
This was not edited so if there’s hella typos I’ll prolly fix it later
Warnings: angst/comfort, gore, torture, attempted SA
Things could not have gone worse.
The case had been going on for a week and a half. Everyone was exhausted. And now, you were gone. Well not gone, the team had clear visuals via the many cameras the unsub (the team knew his name, Cooper McNamara) had set up. Garcia was monitoring you from the seven angles Cooper had.
The team always takes it to heart if someone gets hurt. But, when someone got taken in. When Spencer had been taken by Tobias they felt like the world stopped spinning. Now their sun had been stolen.
That’s how the team refers to you—human sunshine. Now you were gone. There, but gone. Penelope was monitoring each feed with tears in her eyes.
“All right, mama, any luck triangulating the IP address?”
“No Derek I’m sorry it keeps rerouting to different locations.” Her voice keeps cracking and she’s doing her best not to let her tears drip onto her expensive keyboard.
“That’s okay, just keep working on it.” He grits his jaw
“Derek,” he removes his hand from the hang-up button, “you’re going to get her right? There’s no way this guy gets her.” The hope in voice is palpable
“No way mama you just keep tracking her.” He sighs and spins to the team. Rosie has his eyes on the feed as well as McNamara is hovering over you. You’re strapped to some medical tables with old leather straps.
“Reid please tell me you’ve got something.” Spencer is a wreck. Everyone could tell that he was madly in love with you but he would not make a move. Now someone could strip naked in front of him and it could not break his focus.
“I’ve been staring at this map and going over everything she’s sadi since JJ put this on the screen. I have no idea where she is.” His hair is beyond tousled form the amount of times he’s stressfully run his hands through it
“That’s fine, just keep going.” Morgan demands and joins Hotchner with the deputy
“Hotch, team’s loosing morale. We gotta go back to the drawing board.”
“That’s what I was thinking. Let’s refresh and restart the profile.” they get some shitty police precints coffe and some stale donuts to try to revamp their energy. They join Emily and JJ at a table and ask JJ to get David. She disapears and Rossi takes her place rubbing his eyes.
“Dave, we’re going to look at this iwht fresh eyes. Coopers has gone off the reailsand taken in an FBI agent. That’s an escalation from prostitutes and drug addicts.” Morgan reflects on when you disapeared. You were canvasings where he had picked up his last three victims. You were being your usual sunny self. giving patience to the angry locals and offering water or snacks as a subtle bribery. He turned his back for five seconds when you disapeared. He was feeling the brunt of the guilt and it was manifesting as him acting like an overly abusive boss.
“Alright, on all of the victims there was several injections in their back thigh, but toxicology was clean.” Emily looks over some of the reports.
“Did you say the back of the thigh?” Reids suddenly comes storming into the meeting room
“Yeah, why?” Morgans eyes are begging for answers
“That spot reminds me of something. Often times when a psych ward patient is acting out they will inject them with certain medications. The most common sedtive is Midazolam but most of them are comprized of natural hormones. If you inject the body with enough adrenaline they would pass out.”
“Which would explain that why it doesn’t show up on toxicolgy.” Emily concludes. Reid bounds over to the phone and calls Garcia, she picks up almost immediately
“What is it my birds of prey?”
“We need you to look into asylums and sanitariums nearby. Look for medical malpractice or lawsuits that slipped through via non compus mentus. look into owners of these hospitals that may have some allegations specifically of sexual nature.” he demands
“Anything, find my girl.” she clicks away looking through all the yucky of the nearby hospitals. They were in the middle of the midwest where everyone had secrets.
“They’re going to need a private space to inflict a much torutre without raiing suspicion.” Hotch adds
“Guys you need to get in here!” JJ calls from the computer room. The man was livestreaming you leaning over your head and heavily breathing on your face.
“Oh, you want me so bad.” He used a sultry tease but you looked disgusted. You were staring hard in his eyes. You had dirt and a bit of blood smeared on your face and your normally slicked bun had been tugged apart.
“Tell me, Ms. ‘FBI agent’,” he finger quotes and uses a mocking tone “What your name.”
“You have my badge Cooper McNamara, you know my name.” your gaze hardens more and it looks like you could spit in his face, “Tell me where we are.” you order. If you could get out you would have beat that man to a pulp but your wrists, ankles, waist and chest were bound.
“Unh unh unh, don’t get too cocky, Ms. FBI we both know who has the power here.”
“He’s a narcisist. He’s flexing his muscles on (Y/n). He wants his viewers to know that he’s strong enough to take down an FBI agent.”
“It’s more like he’s preening his feathers.” Emily offers
“Alright, my fabulous frenulum I’ve got three asylums with icky enough histories to raise suspicion in the 50 mile radius.”
“50 miles that seems extraneous.” JJ sighs
“I figured becuase this is the midwest there’s more ground to cover alos they’re not going to keep your cuckoos in the town square.” The Deputy nods in approval
“But that’s too vague so I cross referenced that with the nme Cooper McNamara and zilch. I went thorugh med school flunkies in the known area. I kept running the name and there are zip
Cooper McNamaras in this area. So I just used the last name Mcnanara and there was a doctor named Charles Mcnamara with a son named Jeffrey was in and out of juvie at the age of seventten for attempted sexual assault.”
“What’s his current adress We’ll send a team.” Reid declares
“That’s not your call,” Derek orders, “But yes, Hotch, Prentiss, you go to his house and see if there any clues as to which hospital he’s affiliated with.”
‘Cooper’ was hovering over you this time dragging a swiss armry knife slowly over your shirt
“Alright I’m going to do some bad things Ms, Agent and you’re going to be a good girl.” He’s straddling the chair and he laughs a little at you. Quickly he slices the blade across your shirt and it comes undone with the blade. Your bra is exposed as well some of your navel. The team can clearly see the red cut across your chest.
“Oh my god what is that slimeball doing to my girl.” Garcia whimpers
“Garcia she’s fine, continue your background search of the McNamara family.” Hotch reassures
mostly to himself
“So far I’ve got some ick-ick icky dirt on Charles. He had to his medical liscene in pschiatry suspened 17 years ago, when his son, Jeffrey was around ten years old.”
“Why was it suspended?”
“Medical malpractice and the excessive use of electro-shock therapy.”
“the use of ETC is almost never necesarry in fact it dos more damage than it helps.” Reid borws are in a constant furrow. Theyre drawn out of their brainstorm a ‘Cooper’ shreds the rest of your shirt open.
“I’ll hand it you,” He reaches for the cup of your bra, “you have have some tits officer.” you grunt out a ‘fuck you’ as he fondles you.
“Maybe I just will,” He sneers. He makes the fatal mistake of looking at the cameria kense and you follow his eyeline. You spot the lense and by memory locate the six others. You feel some internal relief that at least the team knows you’re alive and they’re watching you.
“you get off on rewatching this or are we live? Or maybe you’re recording?”
“Oh someones mouthy.”
“I’m just bored.” You taunt
“What is she doing?” JJ Panics
“She’s getting him to talk. Shes profiling him. She’s our profiler.” David smiles and the team too feels your humanity return. You’re not a victim. Not yet at least. You’re still their wisecracking little sunray.
“You bitch, I’ll shut you up.” He reaches for his belt and launches at you. Your first instict wa to bare your teeth shut so he can’t slip something in your mouth. Your mouth is shut tight and he relaxes.
“Good choice.” he snorts
“He doesn’t want to hurt her.” David notices “She’s way too powerful for his comfort. He knows she’s smart.”
“If he’s able to get his website to continue rerouting we should probably verify that Jeffrey McNamara has some sort of tech background” Reid metions and Garcia digs into Jeffrey’s background it shows that 5 years ago he flunked out of the local community college with a major in computer science. Finally, the IP adress lags on the same three cell towers for the fourth time and Penelope Verifies that there are two sanitariums in that radius.
“Alright there is St, Joan of Arc’s Penitentiary and Whitfeilder and Collins Mental Institution.” Garcia clicks away.
“Garcia isn’t there a church nearby-“
“St. Joan of Arc’s Holy Parish.” She cuts off getting a small burst of hope
“Alright cross reference that with our boys see if we could get any dirt.” Rossi orders as you stare this torturous serial killer in the eye
“I think my knife and I should have some fun with you, pig. Are your gonna squee for your boss.?”
“He doesn’t know I’m here.” Everyone freezes
“What’s she doing?” JJ begs
“What do you mean?”
“I was only asking locals if there was something they needed. I work in the low income control division of the FBI. I was on a routine check of the neighborhood to makme sure that some new medications that were sent out in the local clinic.”
“Oh so you’re one of those libtards who thinks junkiw should get freebies?” your eyes dart quickly to the blinking red light while he inspects the red tool. He flicks his swiss army knife back open and runs it tantalizingly down your chest, “Oh no tears agent? Usually they start crying by now. Don’t worry you’ll cry soon.” He sinks the blade in right by your ribs. You grit your teeth as warm blood spills down your side.
“What’s she doing? why would she egg him on?” JJ starts to break
“She’s giving us the element of surprise.” David sighs in relief
“Oooh someones a tough girl.” He teases. He slides his blade across your stomach and your muscles tense below the blade. Tears pool in your tear ducts against your wishes and a grin splits his face like the cheshire cat.
“There you go. don’t worry it’ll all be over soon.” He fakes a soothing voice
“Ding ding ding, Ive got a hit. There was an latar boy who plead secial assault twenty years ago at St. Joan of Arcs and I mangaed to dig through the St Joan Hospital emplyment record to find one Dr. Charles McNamara employed for over thrity years where he specialized in child psychology.” Garcia gulps, “He spent a weekend in jail for assaulting the preist who allegedy molested his son, Jeff. Afterwards he deovolded. He started drinking lots of alcohol and expirementing with electro shock therapy. After three years of nearly fatal expirements He lost his liscense after a one Suzanne ’Suzie’ Addams passed due to exhaustion in his office.”
Rossi’s hand held rings and he answers the phone for Hotch
“Well Dave it’s not looking good here. There’s news paper clippings with every know victim taped to his wall. Theres even some miscellanoes crime pannels logging there recent spike in missing persons cases. There’s very little furntiure at his house. He’s got bills stacked up on his counter. He’s a walking cry for help.”
“Alright any other pysical evidence? We’re going to send a team to St. Joan of Arcs Penitentiary that’s where we suspect he has (Y/n). You keep digging around and we’ll stay in touch.”
Derek orders JJ, and Reid to suit up and gather the officers. Reid already has his hand reaching for his bulletproof vest. “Rossi I want you to stay behind on the line with Garcia and Prentiss in case he escalates the torture. Due to the agrarian location of the hospital they dispatch forest rangers to canvas the woodlands. The sanitarium had been closed for upwards of five years. Reid get’s the drivers seat and starts the car before Derek can get out the door.
“Slow down man we got visuals on her.”
“One of our best Agents is in danger and we have a location. Why wouldn’t we race off to her?” He slams his palm on the drivers wheel.
“Alright well calm down man,” As he tries to soothe hsi phone rings
“He’s back Derek.” Rossi states plainly sending the link to his phone. And impressive feat for the old man, Morgan gets in hte dirvers seat and clicks the link to see the man sitting on your lap palming himself.
“You know you’re kinda pretty for a pig.” He leans forward and hold your jaw and you gnash against his hold, “Oh oh oh let’s not get violent now.” you bite his hand and he draws it back immediately, “You bitch!” he slaps you and you gasp but he quickly undoes his buckle and reaches for the fly of his jeans. He slides the leather out of the denim loopholes and folds it once and puts it in your mouth. He reaches in his pants and you thrash against your holds.
Jeffrey fishes himself out and you slam your head against the medical table. Your time your cheek and grit your jaw but he forcefully pull you square with him. The look of indigence could’ve killed several monarchies and Rossi takes a note not to piss you off as not to receive that glare. Derek puts the screen down and grits his jaw. theres a bit of gagging before the man rears backs
“You bitch! You bit me?” He screams like you betrayed him and he punches you so hard your nose starts bleeding. Tears slip out of your eyes but you don’t dare sob. He leaves the view of the camera and the team hears metal crashing around the sounds cords being plugged in. He curses and punches what sounds like a metal box. He comes back with two metal probes and a menacing smile.
“You’re gonna get it now. You know what these are?” He waves them around like they’re toys “these are the electrodes I’m going to use on you.” Reid floors it as he hears the button click on and a distant buzzing sound fills the film.
“Here,” he violently pulls his belt from his jeans, “wouldn’t want you to shatter those pearly whites.” This is the one command you will obey. You take the folded material between your teeth because if you do survive this you’d rather not waste your vacation bonus on orthodontics. And if you didn’t you at least would like to have a nice smile in the after life.
Morgan and Reid peel out of the town sirens ablazing. They try not concentrate on it as you scream around the hunk of brown leather between your teeth. Not matter how much he concentrates on the road ahead of him he count every bawl you let escape. Every time he makes a mental note. As he takes the exit that lead to the woods he sighs, seven. He pictures your sun shiny smile in the morning.
How you would skip over to his desk with an extra-sweet cup of coffee and a good joke you had heard on your weekend away to New York. Eight, he thought of how intently you had listened to him ramble about string theory on the plane ride over and how when he stopped himself to apologize you begged him to keep going.
Nine, when the case came around the table your eyes darkened with a bit of sorrow which was drowned by your hope and determination to crack it. Now you were ten, letting him practice brewing your hair in a motel just because the skill fascinated him. Man your hair was so soft and smelled to good. And you just melted under his hands as he apprehensively finger combed it.
The sanitarium is in the middle of the woods. A small commercial concrete building. There officers confirmed that there was a car out back and garcia checked the plate regitration was for a Charles Mcnamara. They quietly burst through the front doors which were ajar. Spencer lead the charge follwoing the sounds of your pained screams. He runs down a flight of staris and kicks it open. Despite his panic for his coworker Morgan was incredibly proud of Reid for kicking it open.
McNamara is straddled over you and he swings his head to see Reid. Before anything can happen Spencer shoots him in the knee and Morgan barks an order and jumps on the man. Reid bolsters his gun and darts over to you. You look a mess. Blood and possibly some other body substances on you. He slides the belt out of your mouth and you lick your lips. He sits by your side and undoes the buckles on your wrists
“Hi (Y/n),” He sighs soothingly. Your eyes are locked on his and there’s something animalistic and wounded in them.
“Spencer?” your voice is broken but there is so much hope
“Yeah I’m here,” He works the second buckle off your wrist. “You did so good.” he reassures. He undoes the strap across your chest and you sit up and rub your wrists. He takes a step back to unshackle your ankles. Once you’re free, you swing yor legs to the side of the medical chair. Spencer stands next to you and guides your arms arond his neck. You sink all your weight against his chest and he gently coaxes an arm under your knees and picks you up.
“I did good?” You start sobbing into his chest
“Yeah you did fantastic (Y/n). and your safe now, I’ve got you.”
#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#mathew gray gubler#torture#angst with a happy ending
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He was so tired after combat training, he fell asleep right then and there.
Well, I guess you have to sit like that until he wakes up again, Draal... XD
Too bad those two never met. Pretty sure Draal would have loved his new troll brother ^___^
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So I am back into my regular drawing style again. That seems to be all I can really do and it made me realize that I am stuck. My skills didn't improve for quite a long time now, despite having watched several drawing tutorials. Especially on composing, coloration and backgrounds, because those always were my greatest weaknesses. The only things I'm kinda good at is anatomy, cell shading, expressions and a little bit of character design.
I do digital art for almost 15 years now (before that it was only traditional drawing), but I believe nobody would think that by looking at my works. I really started to feel embarassed after seeing so many genius artists here on tumblr and instagram, that are only 18 or 19 years old and whose works are putting mine to shame. Yeah, I know I am by far not the only person experiencing this. But it doesn't change the fact that I am, for so many years now, struggeling really hard with not achieving more with the thing, that is and always was my life. That one and only thing I thought I was really good at. But "good" will never be enough. So maybe it is finally time for me to leave the "great" to those who have a chance and to stop uploading my drawings for good. I will still need some time to finalize this decision, but I'll make sure to let you all know.
Sorry for this sentimental flood of words. I want to thank everyone who did like my works. I enjoyed all of your likes, funny hashtags in reblogs and kind comments I recieved over the years. I would have left a long time ago, if you guys hadn't kept me going. So much appreciated!
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who are a few mutuals that you appreciate alot? mutual appreciation day 🥰❤️😊🤩💐✨
OOOO FUNFUNFUN!!! thank u so much for sending this in and for essentially spreading positivity, nonnie. this is appreciated ♡ also, instead of strictly moots, i decided to extend my appreciation to everyone! moots, anons, friends and readers alike ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
some odeliaesqué sappy appreciation under the cut:
@yvnaology - one of my fav facts abt yona was that she's one of the first moots i ever had on tumblr!!! and she's a lyney kisser and a fellow aventurine kisser (#taste). also she's so silly (/aff) and easy to talk to! like u'll feel at ease around her. she deserves good great and awesome things in life, so make sure to water ur yona daily with love <3
@solarisfortuneia - mika wished me congrats when i reached 1k and i still remember it till this day <3 she's friendly in a shy/modest way and suchsuchsuch a good writer! e.g. i cry over this every day actually. mika also has her silly moments sometimes too. someone save her /j
@floraldresvi - simply the sweetest & most supportive moot EVER! vivi is full of love and she's good at giving some of that love to others <3 her selfships are like bottles of serotonin to me. 100% would drop anything and everything in my hands to support her!!! and ik she'd do the same for me <3 mwah mwah 💐💐
@monicahar - the moot who comes online once in a while and drops absolute meals when she does. ate, left no crumbs 🔥🔥 also SUPER FUNNY!!! and unhinged, i'm concerned but amused at the same time. i hope she's having a nice break!! thank u for ur past & future services ma'am. we love u 🤭🤭
@milk-violet - MIREI !!! sunshine personified but also vv precious. i'm the leader of # protecc mirei squad (real). best person to have ever appeared in my notifs and i lovelovelove when her username pops up. take care & good luck with school! IK U CAN DO IT. remember what i said: slay before ur slayed 🗣️
@xianyoon - the butterfly moot 🦋 !!! both socially and aesthetically hehe. sosooso sweet & kind. has creative projects and executes them well at that too. i personally crown her as genshinblr's best hostess™! also, send her a moodboard and she'll cherish u forever - that's one of her love languages <3 ++ her pretty & aesthetic rb's are such a good refresh for my dash. love her for it!!
@hermosacolibri - the name, 'starlight' fits them sm bcs i feel like if we were to take a peek into their mind, stars will burst out!!! /pos (<- unique complimenting skills ik pardon me). their ideas are brilliant and i can tell they put their all into pursuing their vision <3 it's truly an honor to be a witness & reader. if u want to check them out, they write over at @/starlightlacrimosazpsff !!! ★
@wolfhookk - aaaaa ri !!!! booping her x1000 rn bcs i cannot believe boop trend ended when she came online. the discrimination 😔 /j i'll always remember ri as my first ever moot on here like first, 1st, #1!!! i forever thank her for swooping into my inbox back then and she's welcome to do that even now any time she likes <3
@kaiserkisser - skylia is the true angst consumer, the realest of it!! even in different fandoms LOL. she's nice (and gremlin-ish) when u get to know her more and she reciprocates energy really well! i'll never forget the disaster of boops in my notifs /lh
@callilouv - COOL MUTUAL ALERT !!!! cool art & cool interests. truly, picasso w/ the finger and fandoms!! idk if cal still draws with his finger dhjahshsj but still vv mega cool!
@manager-of-the-pudding-bank - the grandpas & old men kisser where art thou 💔 /j loqua has that awkward & silly rizz!!! idk if she still does wax stamps but i still think it's really cool. bcs qua's just cool in general !!! hehe
@calxlu - aaaaa vi!!! the one who enables my rambles and selfships shhshsh i am so thankful <3 rambler 🤝 rambler is the best. i love talking to her and it's super reassuring to know that it's mutual! even if i take some time but i always look forward to seeing her replies in my inbox. it's like we're penpals across the screen talking abt irl stuff and our f/o's ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡
& honorable mention: @/zhongrin. rin does not interact with minors anymore (which i respect and so should everyone!), so we count as former moots. but !!! i still think she's an amazing person regardless <3 (note: her blog is equally as great but plsplspls be mindful of her rules beforehand.)
brainrot anon - A REAL ONE!!! always there when i come back from the grave each time. i get reminded of them whenever i look at my inbox, it's an instinct atp. their brainrots are so fun & random (but that's a charm in itself /pos) !!! tbh i love elaborating them all so never stop sending the brainworms in <3 feel free to treat my inbox as a drop-off for ur thoughts LMAO /gen. come by again soon!
michiki anon - MY COUSINNNMNMN!!! i still love and miss when they'd come into my inbox to chat. it was so nice getting to know someone in a casual way <3 i hope ur doing well wherever u are, michikinon! i'm doing well these days and i hope u are too 🤍
rix anon - their series still has me FLOOOORED. i still think it deserves a proper platform than just thru my lil ol inbox. it deserves more recognition :( but just the fact that i got to help share their writing alone is an honor of its own!!! i hope ur doing well too, rix anon <3
++ everyone who has left a nice feedback / said anything nice in my notifs or my inbox!! even a simple 'cute' or 'this is good' or even just leaving a note means sososo much to me. i'm just a measly guy in my own little corner on this site, really - so thank u thank u thank u all !!! 🫂
#SORRY FOR THE PINGS Y'ALL 😵#this is giving 'end-of-the-year post' energy LOL (it's literally the end of april)#but yes why not <33#ask box! 📬#anon visitors!
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Taylor Kare (2021)
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From his story
#taylor kare#jatp#julie and the phantoms#bobby shaw#art#mine#i draw things#I’m so proud of this#I’m so happy he saw it and shared it too#the reference photo was in black and white so like#the colours I’m especially proud of#i love the orangey red glow when sunlight hits the skin#and the tiny sliver of highlights around the edges of his lips#and on his Cupid’s bow AH I’m obsessed with the lighting there#also idk if tumblr will have preserved enough detail for you to see the KNITTED ROWS ON HIS TURTLENECK#and the shading there is so fucking good#for how dark the colour is#I’m so impressed i managed to make it look soft and round#yeah :’) this was a good piece#i love looking back at old drawings like this#i hope i can make more this year#but also I’m experimenting with simpler things that don’t require so much attention to detail#it’s very easy to get caught up in details#while impressive. it’s also unsustainable physically#ANYWAYS#this is fucking awesome and i love drawing
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED MARIMO 💚💚💚!!!
#a little bit late but happy birthday to one of my favorite characters ever 💚💚💚#never thought that i was gonna love Zoro so much but here i am c': thank you you dumb lost swordsman for making me so happy <3#asdjhaskjhd yes they are wearing his outfits 💖💖💖💖#i choose the east blue crew + chopper bc i feel that they are like the closest to Zoro ? or well i love their friendships with him#i tried to use my old coloring technique and i think i'm gonna go back to it! i love shiny colors >:3c#i'm so happy with this !! i really like how everyone looks !#btw zoro's birthday also marks my 1year anniversay of drawing OP fanart which is kinda funny lol#one piece#zoro#sanji#usopp#luffy#nami#chopper#roronoa zoro#blackleg sanji#tony tony chopper#monkey d. luffy#one piece fanart#my drawings#diamondsheep art
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