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marcsburnerphone · 3 months

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And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: some awkward moments but nothing crazy.

part 1 - Part two!!! - part 3 - part 4

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You indeed did not see John price the next morning but what you did see was a handwritten note stuck to the fridge beneath a magnet.

“Good morning, as I mentioned my job is demanding. I’m not sure how long I'll be gone for but I can estimate at least a month. If you need me, my phone number is below along with my check for this month's rent and the next. - John price”

You reach for the envelope that is attached behind the note and pull it open and what the fuck. You knew he had to have money but in what world would someone pay this much rent for a house with a roommate? You immediately grab your own checkbook and write him for the amount that’s overpaid, making a mental note to make sure you give it to him.

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Weeks pass slowly and life goes on as it did before. The only difference is you're no longer struggling to make ends meet. So to celebrate your success you order that 6 foot canvas you’d been wanting for ages and a new oil paint.

When you got the notification that it had arrived, thank god for two day shipping, you squealed and ran to grab it before the mailman even walked away. He offered to help you as he watched you give it a bear hug and waddle it through your door yelling out a meek ‘no Thankyou’. You dragged it down the hallway and into the sunroom resting it up against the wall. Ripping the clear plastic film off of new canvases comes in third place to the best things in life.

Sitting in the sun that evening you stroke deep blue oil paints that try their best to replicate ocean waters, and white specks that wish they could induce the same feelings stars do.

You’ve been at this same painting for 3 weeks, coming home and straight to it. Now that it’s finally done it sits sunbathing till it dries. You still visit it and admire its larger than life beauty.

John’s been gone for 1 month and 3 weeks now and in that time some problems have arisen, 1. The faucet in the kitchen leaks and below it the pipe also leaks and the only plumber that’s willing to drive out to your house and inspect it says he won’t be available for another week which means the water bill will sky rocketing till then. And 2. you have no idea where the huge painting will go.

You walk around wondering where to place it. You thought maybe the living room, or even in your room but after testing both those places it still didn’t look right. You can only think of one other place which is the hallway to John’s room. Of course that spot is perfect, maybe he wouldn’t notice since he only spent one night here. You grabbed the drill and got to work mounting it immediately. Once all was said and done you gave it a once over, smiled, snapped a picture of it to send to your sister and walked away.

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John arrived back exactly at the two month mark early in the AM. He opened the house door as quietly as possible and removed his boots by the door to avoid the creaking wood of the floor and continued sluggishly hauling his bag to his room. Being the man he is, he notices everything, those watchful eyes of his never miss a detail so he does indeed notice and take a second to admire the newly found painting hung in front of his bedroom door before unlocking it to set his stuff down.

After a much needed and appreciated shower he reads the clock at 7AM thinking he can sleep for a little, that is of course until he hears a knock at the door. Making his way down the hall he peeps through the window and sees a handyman?

“Good morning sir, how can I help you?” He says opening the door.

“Good morning, your wife called for a leaking pipe, told her I’d come by sometime today.” He looks down the hall towards your room and confirms the fact that you're definitely still very well asleep.

“My wife? Oh yes my wife, that lady I could’ve sworn I told her to cancel this appointment we actually got it all sorted out.” He lies like it's second nature.

“I actually charge a late cancellation fee that must be paid upfront.” He inquires slightly annoyed.

“How much?” John replies feeling sorry for this man that drove out here and is now being sent away.

“100$ flat.” John shuts the door and quickly fetches his wallet from the pocket of his cargo pants and returns with two bills one for the inconvenience and sends the man on his way.

Sleep can wait.

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You wake up to the sound of clanking in the kitchen and as a woman that technically lives alone in the middle of the forest you're terrified.

Grabbing the bat beside your bed still fully dressed in the least threatening attire, you tiptoe to the source of the noise and breathe out the strongest sigh of relief ever known to man.

“Jesus Christ John you scared me, what’re you doing?” You loudly admit startling him in return.

“Fixing this pipe that you called an overpriced handyman for.” You stare at him subconsciously admiring the way he looks, slightly disheveled, face screwed in concentration and strong hands twisting the wrench in his hand and let’s not mention the rise of his shirt.

“You okay?” He says removing himself from under the sink leaning back on his knees to stare up at you.

“Yeah, yes I’m so sorry, um so where did the handy man go?” He stands with a grunt and leans his back against the counter.

“On his merry way.” He replies, turning around to turn the faucet on checking if it leaks, then off to see if it still drips and as he expects, it does neither.

“How much do I owe you for the late cancellation fee?” That man has handled your plumbing issues before and you’ve definitely canceled late more than once.

“Technically you didn’t cancel on him, I did so don’t worry.” He says picking his tools up off the ground placing them messily into the tool box.

“Well Thank You.” You say awkwardly.

“Of course.” He smiles making the dimples beneath his beard awfully noticeable.

“Oh and by the way your rent is only two thousand five hundred a month.” You say walking to the kitchen drawer beside him and pulling out a check that’s already filled out and handing it to him.

“Utilities included?” He asks, grabbing the check written out for three thousand and also taking in notice that same scent that clung to those sheets you made his bed with weeks ago as you sweep by.

“Yeah I don’t mind paying more cause I mean look around, this place has my style written all over it which makes it feel more like mine than yours.” He looks baffled at your reasoning.

“I actually like the decorations, not sure I’d change a thing about it.” You laugh at what has to be a lie.

“I doubt it.” You chuckle and slightly blush at his kindness.

“No I'm serious, I especially love that painting in the hallway, where’d you get it?” You seem surprised at the mention of it and even more flattered at the compliment.

“I actually painted it.” He gives you a surprised look.

“See you’re even hand painting the art, please I can afford much more than twenty five hundred.” You act like you're considering it for a moment.

“As much as I’d appreciate it, I'm already grateful for what you pay.” You say truthfully.

“Also, welcome home.” You quip before turning around walking back towards your room to get ready for the day

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John’s been home for nearly two weeks now and he’s slightly growing on you and you on him. You co-exist in harmony most times. That doesn’t mean the two of you still don’t clash from time to time.

“Good morning.” He says scrambling eggs in a pan as you walk into the kitchen reaching in the cabinet for a coffee mug.

“Morning to you too.” You say groggily, setting your feet flat on the ground and placing the cup on the counter, reaching for the pot to pour some coffee.

“If I can just- oh I’m so sorry.” He says accidentally bumping into you making the coffee spill on the counter.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, I can just clean it.” You say turning around quickly to go grab paper towels and end up accidentally running into his chest.

He grabs your shoulders to hold you in place and let your brain catch up with the speed of events.

“We will learn to both be in the kitchen together someday.” You affirm with a laugh that makes you feel alive.

“Hey the first week this happened almost everyday. If anything this is a huge improvement.” He jokingly abides.

“True.” You say as he turns around handing you the kitchen towel to clean it up. He watches you with amused eyes and a smile that still hasn’t left either of your faces and for a second something alights in John something that scares him so bad he doesn’t hear a thing you’re saying.

“John, I said did you sleep well?” You speak a bit louder, snapping him out of it.

“Yeah darling sorry I’m just going to take this to my office. I've got some work to cover.” He says hurriedly plating his food and scurrying off.

“Okay well I’ll be heading to work soon.” He doesn’t even let you finish before closing the door leaving you to stand there a little stumped.

“So I’ll assume he didn’t sleep well.” You say to yourself before pouring another cup and heading to your room to get changed.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Flufftober Day 14 | My favorite piece of art

Pairing | Avenger!Best friend!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Best friend!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 780 words

Summary You've been trying to get Bucky to model for you for the longest time. When he finally agrees, you decide to go all out and make a beautiful painting of him to highlight everything you love about him. When he sees the end result, he can't help but joke about it, but deep inside, he's very moved and touched that you did this for him.

Warning(s) None.

A/n This one shot is written for day 14 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge! I want to give my undying love, thanks, and firstborn child to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short, SHORT notice. You're an angel, and I appreciate you more than you know. 🧡

Events Flufftober 2023 | 14. ''I hate it'' - ''No you don't'' | @flufftober

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: the owner

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Drawing and painting have been your passion ever since you were a kid, and before you were on the path of becoming an Avenger, you were supposed to go to art school to live your dream.

Now, it is something you enjoy doing between missions in your downtime, and because of this, you have found a great friend in Steve. You two often chat about new supplies you got, or you give each other inspiration, and it's something you two have bonded over.

What you didn't expect, however, is that you would become the best of friends with Bucky. He was permanently closed off and didn't let anyone in besides Steve.

But when he joined the Avengers after you, you were constantly paired on missions together, and one thing led to another.

Right now, you are trying to convince your best friend to sit and model for a painting because you've been dying to put his beautiful features on a canvas.

''C'mon, it won't take long! Just one afternoon, and then it's finished. You would help me out if you did it! Pleeeeeaaaaaseeeee?' you said with the most prominent puppy eyes you can muster.

Bucky has always had a soft spot for you, and of course, the man can't say no to you. He's not made of stone, after all.

''Alright, but it'll stay between us! I don't want to see it anywhere other than your studio,'' he says with a sigh, and you pull him into a big hug while you squeal excitedly.

''Thank you, thank you, thank you!'' you say, excitement dripping from your voice. You quickly let him go to find Steve so you can tell him the good news.

A few days later, you're in your shared studio, which is basically at the top of the Avengers tower, which Tony gracefully lets you and Steve use for all your artsy needs.

Bucky sits on the couch, clad in black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and boots. His Vibranium arm glistens beautifully in the sunlight as it falls right onto it, making it almost look glowing.

Between painting, you and Bucky talk about everything and nothing, and you keep looking at him to ensure every single line, feature, and shadow is laid down correctly.

All in all, it takes you about 5 hours, but you're thrilled with the result so far. But he's sitting too far away for you to get the details of his arm right.

''Bucky? Could you come and sit next to me for a little bit? I want to make sure I get everything correct,'' you say, and with a groan, he gets up, stretching out his muscles after sitting in the same position for so long.

You have gotten your gold paint out, and all you need to do now is replicate the intricate pattern laid out all over the Vibranium.

''Wow…'' he says softly as he sits on a chair next to you, deeply impressed with your work so far.

''All I need now is to replicate the golden pattern on your arm, and after you're all done!'' you say with a smile, but Bucky can't stop looking at himself on the canvas.

You captured every little detail of him and made him look angelic despite the dark colors you used for most of the painting.

''So? Can I see it?'' you say softly, and his head shoots to you before he finally realizes what you're asking of him. He extends his metal limb, and you look it over a few times before replicating it.

From every single line on his fingers to the more significant lines on his arm, nothing escapes your skilled eye, and with the precision you would expect from a trained assassin like yourself, you finish it.

''All done!'' you say with a big smile, and you turn to Bucky to see his reaction to the painting; he's trying to fight back a few tears because he is so moved by it.

''What do you think?'' you ask as you grab his Vibranium hand, rubbing his knuckles softly with your thumb. You're not sure if he can feel it, but you often like to do it just in case he can.

''I hate it!'' he jokes, a teasing laugh coming from his body.

''No, you don't!'' you tell him, and Bucky shakes his head. He couldn't hate it even if he wanted to. You have captured him perfectly; for a moment, he doesn't see his past.

He sees the man he has become after all his hard work; he sees himself through your eyes. He sees the man he has always wanted to be and couldn't be happier.

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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Rokeby Venus

[modern! photographer • Aemond x female]

[warnings: sex content, domination, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a photographer dealing with works referring to the painting of the old masters. His sister poses in class for a girl who catches his attention. He decides that she would be a perfect model for one of his photos. Lots of sexual tension and slowly built fascination.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

This is Part 5 (and the last) of story: Girl with a Pearl Earring

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After the photo shoot Aemond had to go straight to a family dinner. She didn't know what to think about what he had told her, but things started to clear up pretty quickly. Later that evening she received a long text from him.

[Aemond]: "Next week my photos will be in a large group exhibition. I want you to go there with me. Your portraits will also be on it. I will drive us there in my car. You can decide whether you want to sleep in a separate or shared room in the hotel. Think about it and give me an answer tomorrow."

She was shocked by his proposal. She wondered if he wanted to take her there to show off. She didn't like the thought.

She felt like she wanted to think it over calmly and didn't reply back, afraid that the sudden joy and excitement might lead to a hasty decision. She wanted to think about what this would entail.

She guessed that then she would definitely get the label of his lover and the woman who got in front of his lens through his bed. Even though it wasn't true, she dreaded the thought and felt uncomfortable with it. She blushed at the thought that she might have chosen to sleep in the same room with him.

The next day he came to her in the morning when she was alone in the painting class, taking her completely by surprise. She thought he was trying to get her decision out of her, but he came to tell her that he had already chosen the painting they were going to replicate this time. She gave him a shocked look when he told her it would be Rokeby Venus painted by Diego Velázquez.

She knew it was a female act, and even though woman's back was to the viewer, she would have to pose naked for it. She swallowed hard, putting the paintbrush down on the easel and looking at him uncertainly.

"Then everyone will be talking about us sleeping together. You're about to graduate, but I'm staying here for three more years." She said to him with a hint of resentment, recognizing that he hadn't thought at all about what awaited her after he got bored of her. Aemond pursed his lips, frowning.

"Let them talk. I'm going to sleep with you now and after I graduate." He said it so seriously and calmly that for a moment she thought she might have misheard. Her cheeks turned scarlet. She lowered her gaze, ashamed of his directness.

"Tell me if you don't want it. I won't hold any grudges." He immediately added, looking at her expectantly. She was silent for a long moment. After a while she swallowed hard and looked at him, defeated.

"I want this." She said softly. Aemond smirked at her words.

"Good. See you at the photo shoot." He muttered, giving her one last look and left the room, leaving her alone with his words.

From that moment they became a couple.

Since then, she and Aemond have been texting each other a lot. They arranged the details of the photo shoot and their trip. Aemond would often show her paintings he found interesting, and decide with her which ones they should use in the future for his thesis.

She was glad that he took her opinion into account throughout this project. She could see how serious he was about it. He also no longer showed dissatisfaction when posing for a portrait she was painting. On the contrary, during the breaks he would come up to her and watch her progress. He made remarks to her which were often right and helped her improve her painting.

"You have a very sensitive eye for color and chiaroscuro. You solve it in a very interesting way. I like your expression." He spoke casually and she smiled warmly at him. He looked at her and pursed his lips.

"I want to kiss you." He said softly.

She looked at him surprised. She was touched that somehow he was asking her permission. She moved closer to him and let him do what he wanted. His lips were warm and wet, pressing against her hungrily.

Neither of them tried to bring about full physical intimacy. They knew that their first time would be at an upcoming photo shoot. They didn't talk about it or even suggest it. It just seemed obvious.

On the day of the photo shoot, she felt a lump in her stomach from the morning. She took a shower and dried her hair, putting it in a bun like Venus had in the painting. She arrived at the studio a few minutes early, unable to contain her excitement any longer.

She saw that Aemond had really taken care of the scenery this time. A variety of thick light and gray fabrics lay on a wooden platform, with a cherry-colored bedspread thrown diagonally in the background. The only object lying there was a large decorative mirror. Aemond flinched at the sound of her footsteps, and they both looked at each other with wide eyes.

She couldn't look at his face in embarrassment, so she quickly moved to the next room to change. Undressing slowly, taking off the layers of clothes, she had the impression that she was also getting rid of illusions and what she was denying herself.

She wanted him more than anyone else in her life.

She put on a thin robe over her naked body, knowing that she wouldn't be able to just walk around the room without any cloth on her. She opened the door quietly and looked out. Aemond looked at her, his mouth parted slightly. She saw him swallow hard and drop his gaze, apparently unable to contain his excitement himself.

She walked on bare feet to the wooden platform where she was supposed to lie down. She turned her back to him. She felt her hands tremble as she untied her robe. She inhaled sharply as material slid to the ground.

She lay down on the soft, fragrant fabrics and rested her head on her hand, just like in a painting. She saw her face reflected in the mirror, flushed and hot, her eyes shining, her mouth full of desire. She thought that she wanted to be a goddess to him today in every sense of the word.

His Aphrodite.

She heard his quiet footsteps. He stood behind her head.

"Lift your right arm a little higher. That's right, perfect. Tuck your right leg deeper into the sheets. Stay like that." He spoke softly and she heard the shutter sound.

"Turn your head a bit towards me. Yes, that's right. Look at my reflection in the mirror." He said with a hint of excitement, and she blushed even more, actually seeing his face behind her in the reflection. She heard the shutter sound again.

Aemond took a few more shots from different positions, tweaked some of the fabric to make it drape better, and finally took another series of shots.

She heard him shift again and waited patiently for his further instructions. She shuddered, snapped out of her toughts when she felt his hand untie her hair, letting it fall freely down her back.

"Look at me." He said, his voice trembling slightly. She saw in the reflection as her lips parted involuntarily, her eyebrows pressed together pleadingly, her heart pounding like crazy. She was unable to move.

"Look at me." He repeated softly, his hand gently grabbing her cheek and turning her face towards him. His gaze darted from her face to her collarbones and soft, firm breasts, heaving uneasily. She lay shivering on her back, resting her head on the soft sheets, surrendering completely, letting him look at her entire naked body in the lamplight.

Aemond stared at her with his mouth slightly parted as if he wasn't looking at a human, but some divine being he was afraid to touch. His fingers brushed gently over her soft cheek as he sat down next to her. For a moment he just stared at her in awe as if he couldn't believe she existed.

"I would like to see you too. All of you." She said quietly, ashamed of her own words.

Aemond looked at her, swallowing hard. It was obvious that he felt better as an observer of events than someone who had to open up to someone on his own.

He lifted his hands lazily and took off his turtleneck. She pursed her lips seeing how well built he was. He stared at her intensely as he unbuttoned his pants. He smiled as he saw her nipples harden at the sight of his naked body.

"Do you like me that much?" He asked teasingly, purring as he lay on his side next to her. His hand ran gently over her body. She tried not to look at his hard, throbbing manhood.

"What can I say since you look like a greek statue." She mumbled, looking at him with wide eyes. He chuckled lightly, and she blushed as she saw for the first time that something amused him.

"You're so sweet. You caught my eye right away." He said leaning over her, kissing her bare shoulder. She blinked at him in disbelief.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly, his fingers on her body driving her crazy.

"When you turned to me for the first time when I was looking at your painting, you looked at me like a girl from a Vermeer portrait." He said, his hand caressing her cheek gently. Her fingers rose to touch his hard, bare chest. She felt a shiver run through him.

"I knew that if my cock was hard from just one look from you there was no hope for me." He murmured, leaning over her, his mouth pressing down on her greedily, sucking on her lips. She moaned into his mouth, surprised and aroused by his words.

He pulled her close, kissing her hungrily, his mouth caressing and sucking her lips as if they were ripe fruit. She moaned softly, delighted, tangling her hand in his hair, returning each kiss with devotion.

He pulled away from her, wanting to look at her body again. He ran his hand down her cheek, over her shoulders, down to her breasts. His fingers traced gently over her soft skin, teasing her nipple once in a while.

She felt her cheeks burn, the space between her thighs crying out for the long-awaited fulfillment. She moaned softly, wanting more intense caresses. He smiled as he decided to take his time, touching her body as if she were a map he was slowly discovering. The touch of his fingers made her body shiver.

"Do you know how often I've imagined this before going to sleep?" He asked quietly, his voice quivering slightly with excitement. He was delighted with the view that lay before him. His hand slowly slid between her thighs, and she sucked in a breath, meekly spreading her legs in front of him.

He inhaled sharply at the sight. His fingers slid between her moist, warm entrance, gently massaging her clit. She moaned, pressing her face into the fabric, unable to bear the tension building in her lower abdomen.

"Please…please, I need this so much." She whispered helplessly. Aemond remained unmoved.

"I'll make sure you remember it well." He purred, massaging her a little more intensely. He forced his tongue between her lips, muffling her loud moan. They both started breathing louder, kissing chaotically.

She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his finger slide inside her, rubbing her wet skin exactly where she needed it.

"God, Aemond, yes" She moaned, her hips moving involuntarily to the rhythm of his hand, seeking the desired fulfillment. All she wanted was to come and finally feel relieved.

Aemond licked his lips at the sight. To her delight, he slipped his finger out of her. He pulled her buttocks closer to him, lifting one her thigh up, threaded his hand through her hair, and kissed her hungrily. His tip teased her entrance, sliding in and out slowly, causing both of them to moan to each other's mouths.

"Please, please, please" She moaned like a prayer, trying to impale herself on him harder, wanting to feel him deeper, but his hand held her steady.

"So wet and horny for me. I will reward your devotion, sweet girl." He said as he pushed deeper into her, she moaned loudly, her hands clenching on of his back.

"Yes, yes, Aemond" She sobbed as she felt him finally start to move faster, entering her fully, panting heavily. His hand gripped her hip hard, pumping brutally into her with the wet sound of bodies hitting each other. They gasped into each other's mouths, kissing once in a while, writhing under each other in pleasure.

When she was looking at their bodies writhing in exciting, hot, sticky pleasure she thought they were like Aphrodite and Ares. There was something raw about him, like in sculpture, inaccessible, aggressive and sensual at the same time. They snatched their love from each other, fought for it and for their fulfillment, fucking mercilessly.

Aemond forced her to lie on her back and began to fuck her with all his might, panting and moaning loudly with her, neither of them controlling their movements anymore.

One of his hands propped up beside her head on the sheets, and the other slid between her thighs, rubbing her clit with calm, confident motions that drove her crazy. Aemond groaned low as her core tightened on him.

"You're so tight." He said helplessly, he had never wanted a woman so much in his life. "I'm begging you, tell me you're taking birth control pills."

"I do, I do, please, come inside me" She sobbed loudly and he opened his mouth in a silent moan, his hand closing around her buttock and fucking her even faster, on the verge of breaking down, putting all his strength into it.

"Is this what you want? Want me to fill you?" He hissed, feeling that a few more thrusts and he would come.

"Yes, please, please, please" She moaned helplessly and loudly, throwing her head to the side as she felt a wave of orgasm run through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and her lips parted, unable to catch her breath. She heard his helpless, low groan.

"Oh, God... Fuck!" He moaned, laying helplessly on top of her, feeling his warm cum spill over her insides. His hips moved inside her for a moment longer. He rested his head against her face, closing his eye, breathing raggedly.

"My muse. My Goddess. My Aphrodite."

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Here I decided to end my mini-series. I had a great time writing it, thank you all for receiving it so warmly! If you liked it, here is my Masterlist and my other fanfictions! ♥

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Night Gallery

Various Yanderes (F, M, G.N) X G.N Nightguard Reader

A concept story for a haunted art gallery that branched past what I originally wanted. Feedback is appreciated.

An art collector with a taste for the abnormal opened an art gallery comprised of the world's most bizarre works of art fifty years ago; just a week before his death. The gallery remained open and in the care of his family due to a sudden boost in popularity the following month.

Prior to when you applied for the job, the gallery had never needed a Nightguard in its entire lifespan; but a recent string of break ins lead to the new owners change of heart. It was for their safety, rather that those who residing with the galleries walls. As most have grown accustomed to their new lives, they will do anything to protect them; finding solace in the one paid to do the same.

You begin your shift in the garden. On top of your guard duties, you also tend to the plants after one too many gardeners quit over being bitten during the day. The roses nipped and hissed at you when you first started working here, but now they purr at your feet or wrap around your ankles so that you couldn't move; allowing you to shower them in a nutritious bath. Greedy little things, but with good reason.

"Ahh... Thank you, my dear."

Behind the patch where the flowers grew, there was an elevated stand on which the statue of a rose bud stood. With enough water, the stone flower would blossom. A wriggling mass of stems gather in its center, forming the upper torso of a human made of thorns and roots. Its face splits open, a living, red rose blooming from the crevasse. Its singular eye stares down at you; body craning over its podium to get the best look it can.

"It's so nice to see your face again, Y/n. Makes up for the lack of sunlight those awful artificial lights try to replicate."

You smile. Rosebud was one of the easier inhabitants of the gallery to deal with; mainly due to the fact they couldn't move on their own. They were mostly gentle in nature, and normally just chatted the ear odd of you - the only human both it and its roses tolerated.

"Your petals are as healthy as always, Bud." You reply, pouring the remaining water in the can on a rose that nuzzled your foot. "You still get sunlight while you're asleep."

"Yes, yes, I know, but I'm far more beautiful in the sun. You should have seen me when the park was closed for a week. I was a masterpiece! But enough about me for now at least. Since you can here so early, you probably have to visit the others now.

You glance at the clock; confirming their theory. The roses shoot up your legs at the comment; thorns crawling at the ends of your pants.

"Sorry, boss asked me to come here first."

"Well ignore the man next time. I do not mind waiting, if it's to spend time with you. Let's welcome a new dawn together, Rosetta."

You shake the last flower off your leg. "Will do, Rosebud."

"Thank you. Please take one of the little ones with you before you head away, they miss you so much when you're gone."

Rosebud plucks one of the roses, and hands it off to you; careful not to prick you with their thorns as your hands meet. The rose's petal lips kiss up your hand andover your cheek before you're able to put it in the water can for safe keeping.

"I need to get going. See you later, Rosebud."

You reenter the gallery through the main gate. More of its residents seem to be awake, but no one left their habitat yet. A mermaid splashes you with water to get your attention; blowing a kiss as they beckon you to their painting. A star shoots across a night sky in the stained ceiling of the central hallway. Despite the many dangers, your job definitely was one

"Heyy. Hey, Y/n come 'mere. I have found something~"

A shadowy hand waves you over to a painting frame; your uniform hat tossed back and forth between the silhouette's many hands. The room behind it was filled with junk; most stolen from the lost and found box a few feet away. The plaque beneath it read: "Finders Keepers."

Enticed by your missing cap, you walk over; knowing it wouldn’t be easy to get it back. "What do you want now?"

The scavenger giggles. "I want to make a trade. Y/n found something, and I found Y/n's hat."

"Is snatching my hat when I wasn't looking really finding it?"

"No, but I found Y/n so I found it."

The scavenger was one of, if not the most active paintings. It would search around for things people lost to take back to its frame, and on occasion chased you around to do the same. It leaves the prettier items of its collect out for you either as a lure, or present for you. You even found a watch stuffed in your locker once. Thank God the gallery didn't have working cameras.

The only way to get the scavenger to go back on its own other than going yourself to give it something you owned. It claimed your items were the highlight of its collect. Even candy wrappers were enough to please it. With nothing else on hand the last time it hunted you, you had to give up the hat off the top of your head. The only problem was that your boss was upset over you losing it.

"Give me that pail."

Your face scrunches in confusion. "Why do you want this?"

"Y/n held it, so it's something that's theirs. Therefore I want it. You want your hat back, right?"

"..Fine, but if I get in trouble for losing it, I want the wallet you stole last week."

"Deal."

You hand it the watering can, remaining at arm's distance as you snatch your hat back. The scavenger giggles in glee at its new treasure, and you take it as your cue to leave. As soon as you leave, it pulls the rose out of the pail; its many hands crushing the flower into a bloody pulp.

"I found them first, pest."

Continuing your night leads you to the second floor. Your job didn't require you to inspect them all, but you had to remain active - for more reasons that one. This is the moment when you really had to be on your toes. The higher the floor, the more dangers its residents were. Since most knew you weren't there to cause trouble you were safe from harm, but with that came their obsessions with you and wanting you to join their world. The shift was almost over, so you should be fine.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

Shit.

Down the end of the hall, a woman turns in your direction. Blood stains the collar of her long, once white dress; the fabric now an off colored pink. She smiles beneath her veil - the woman in red.

"Hello, my love."

Her official title is "The woman in white.". A classical oil painting of a young woman in front of a cottage sitting in a bench swing tied to the tree outside; her beautiful laced dress blowing in the wind as she swong forward. At least, that's what it look like in the beginning.

Over time, she grew closer to the ground; sitting stationary in the bench in today's time. Her clothes as white as a dove's wing became stained; another splatter added with each missing person's report that came in.

"Welcome home. Just give me a moment, and I'll be with you." She turns back to the painting in front of her, a scream ringing through the hall as she slashes it with her palette knife. Not all of her victims were human.

There were many more changes to her than just her attire. What once was a dolce painting who only caused the occasional disappearance now was one with a vicious strike against any who tried to interfere with her objective.

You were already gone the second she took her eyes off you, booking it around the corner and off to any place you could hide. You dive for the receptionist's desk and squeeze beneath it just as you hear her heels stomping away in the opposite direction. She was after you right after you ran away, but unfortunately was one of the slower one and lost you as soon as you were out of sight.

"Careless again, were we Y/n?"

You look up at the man leaning over the desk, smiling back at you with a perfect row of pearly whites. You hear the tap of his foot against the tiles as you both watch each other.

"She'll come back soon you know.."

You nod. He unclips the pocket watch from his belt.

"Two others are active tonight as well.. I'd say about three hours is fair for this round. That should give you enough time if you hurry."

You nod again, slower; unsure of your safety of you didn't take his help.

The Director grins. "Shall we head to the fifth floor?"

He leads you up to the fifth, and final floor; and exhibit that had yet to be unveiled. Stepping over the velvet gate, you walk through the darkness with only a faint light in the distance. You take a sit at the table at the end of the room; him taking the opposite. There's a pot of tea brewed between you two. He was waiting for you. As he always did.

"Let us have another wonderful time together, Y/n. And if you aren't so lucky in the morning, a blissful eternity."

There was only one rule your boss gave you when you first applied. Always leave the gallery before the second hour of dawn. You didn't need to him tell you why that rule was in place.

It's currently 3am.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #female yandere #yandere insert #yandere story #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere fic #yandere drabble #yandere concept #yandere monster #Night gallery tag

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gamebunny-advance · 3 months

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Kun3h0 Accessories DLC + Patch Notes v.1.0.1

Added:

GAB accessory

Karrot-98 accessory

Changed:

Updated top.

Fixed hair bug. (Hair would easily slip off model.)

Minor improvements.

(More pics and notes under the cut.)

So I finally finished up Kun3h0's accessories and fixed up her top.

So, we've got her GAB and her drill, the Karrot-98.

GAB started out as this little dino thing that I just cut up and sculpted onto.

The original plan was to sculpt onto the original arms after I cut off the wings, but they kept bumping into the head, so I opted to completely resculpt them.

Now they can still turn their head, but that's the only point of articulation. I really should have sanded it more, you can really see the texture still in the clay, but such as it is.

The collar isn't the most elegant thing in the world, but at least it's there~ It's also disappointing that I couldn't get the edges of her screen completely straight and even, but it is what it is.

Overall, I think it's a decent recreation of the original design, even if the purples aren't quite right.

I should take a pic of them next to my other GAB recreations so y'all can really see the difference in scale. I believe this is the smallest GAB I've made so far, and also the only one that has the big heart-shaped tail~

Next is the Karrot-98, Kun3h0's magical drill. I don't have any "before" pictures, but it's made from another accessory that came with the doll, a little clay, and a piping tip that I had lying around + extras.

I don't have a set design for the Karrot yet, so I just kinda painted it with colors I already mixed. When Kun3h0's holding it, it does kinda get lost in the pinks of her outfit, but by itself I think it looks fine. If I come up with a better color scheme for it, then maybe I'll repaint it.

Next, I completely re-did her top. This time, I doused all the fabric in fray-check first to keep it from pulling apart while I was sewing it together, and I completely redid the sleeves. Originally, I had painted the arm guards onto the sleeves because I didn't think of any other way to do it. This time I tried making them with craft foam to better replicate that they're supposed to be two different materials. I'd say it was mostly successful.

Since it's kind of a pain to slip the sleeve into the guards, I don't have any pics of the top without them on, but the sleeves are more form fitting, so the top looks more like a proper tracksuit without the guards on. It's a slightly better look than the original IMO, but it's still not perfect: the guards are basically like a Miku sleeve, so you can still see into them even though the only opening is supposed to be through the cuff (which are barely visible in this pic, but they can stick out for a more accurate look.)

I would show the new top next to the old one, but I kinda destroyed the old one trying to test ideas for this new one XP (in fact, the collar IS from the old one, I just ripped it off and reapplied it to this one).

Lastly, I fixed her wig a little bit.

I don't have pics of it, but I just stuck some velcro to her scalp and the inside of the wig, so now it should stop slipping off while still being removable.

I'm just against completely gluing it down because I still have a lot of yarn left from this project, so I would eventually like to make her some alternate hairstyle wigs just to use up the yarn.

Now I feel pretty confident in saying that she's actually "done." There are a few places that I could touch up with paint, but as for "making" anything else for this doll, I did everything I really wanted to do.

Admittedly, Kun3h0 is one of my most self-indulgent designs (as though everything I make isn't in some way self-indulgent), so to have a physical object which embodies so much of what I like, truly satisfies me. We'll see if I still feel that way about her a week from now, but at the moment, she is the culmination of almost every creative skill I have, and I'm very pleased with the results of that effort, more so than possibly anything else I've ever made~ <3

I may post more pics of her when I can actually dedicate some time to making a proper scene and/or backdrop. There's a lot of little details that I like that I haven't really taken pics of. I dunno if I have the courage to do it, but it'd be cool to take some pics in an actual arcade with her~

#gbunny makes #gbunny draws #OCs #kun3h0 #GAB #custom doll #doll custom #ooak doll #i'll post about the other one soon #he just has one last thing that I'm working on #and i can probably finish it tomorrow #(or later today since i'm queueing this post)#maybe i've already posted about it by the time this post goes up

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leolingo · 5 months

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its particularly insane because it REALLY feels like if you pull one thread the whole tapestry will come undone. even just knowing the bits we do about baghera and the other experiments and the eggs being engineered by the feds feels like it paints such a Picture of what the federation is all about, but like. just knowing where the codes come from or what exactly was wiped from cellbit's memory when he was researching for the feds feels like it would open SO many more doors. its a whole interconnected bureaucratic unethical science organization and theyre so unbelievably secretive about how they operate because even the Slightest hint reveals how brittle they are

LIKE FUCKING EGG ISLAND PURGATORY. WAS A FEDERATION BRANCH BUT FOR ✨️REASONS✨️ NOBODY CHECKED IN TO MAKE SURE THE BRANCH WAS STILL COMPLIANT WITH PRIMARY FEDERATION INTENTIONS. like thats Wild what a fucking Shambles of an organization. are fed workers just fuckin bladerunner replicants i wouldnt be surprised at this point

I KNOWWWWWWW RIGHT

its such a rich world (specially now that we know there are multiple islands and entities unrelated to the federation) except we seem to be missing most of the crucial pieces ahhhhhh we just have several handfuls of information and no real way to fully organize them bc theres just SO MUCH we dont know yet!!!!!!! and this is fun to me!!!!!!!

feels like trying to put together a huge puzzle without a reference picture lol

we are at a point where we have certain unanswered questions that are SO loaded solving just a single one of them would open a world of new connections . bc everything is SO intertwined and we knowwwwwww that like we can feel around for the places where certain plotlines meet but its all just speculation and meta and theorizing until we get canon confirmation etc etc etc i cant WAIT to find out more stuff about the federation (sidenote: ive been really loving the recent fed pov streams even though its literal CRUMBS of information i love the insight into office life . hopefully we can squeeze out more tangible stuff next time

#ask #from: captain-lonagan

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I'm sorry could I ask for a tonny x reader where they basically just.act like an old married couple because tonny's a literal peepaw..

PEE-

PEEPAW

OH MY GOD

not you already calling him peepaw bro.

Anyways-

Not me having to look up what old married couples do☠

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Tonny and you acting like an old married couple :]

Since the circus was running on a vehicle, you guys travelled a lot

like, a lot lot

so, you learned many new languages or the basics of them to communicate with the people

as you guys travelled pretty much around the globe, it was still fascinating to see what each new generation was able to create

from bicycles to motorbikes to real cars and also trams...

you bought some jewellr- ok no, Anthonn bought you some jewellry

Tonny purchased a camera

and let me tell you, he took more pictures of you than any other place

what can he say? You're the center of his universe

and that being said, Tonny likes to go with the flow, while you like to do it in the traditional way

you paint

and while he was busy photographing you, you were drawing him

(I think I spelled this wrong⤴)

it was also on those nice and warm summer places, where you guys were on a field, and just...enjoyed everything

away from the drawing, and forward to the culinaries!

with each country and new formed/founded city, you guys were always amazed by all the new food that you got to taste wherever you guys were

to the normal mortals, you guys looked like teenagers who were on a date

but well, since Tonny was a PEEPAW and you were a granny, you guys took your time enjoying things in blissfull slowlyness

whenever you guys would eat breakfast other than the circus, the 'adults' would scold you for coming late to school

you and Tonny had to stifle your laughter one too many times

with each new recipe which you and Tonny would try to replicate in the circus' kitchen, a new memory got made

you were actually surprised that you, nor Tonny or anybody else got Alzheimer's yet

it was truly amazing

you guys also like to go on walks????

why didn't I think of this sooner???

like, just hand in hand, relishing the moment of nature, or watching the real teens run around

poking at each other when you guys saw some fresh couples act shy around each other, reminding you of your earlier days

ah yes, wonderful memories

but you had pity with the children

you had all the time in the world while theirs ended by the drop of a needle

but, you did your best to give them as much advice as possible, even when you got weird looks from them

Tonny frowned sadly upon you consoling a heartbroken girl, a poor man, a child that lost its parents...

he also felt like it wasn't fair

I mean, you guys could live forever in fun and party and doing some acrobatic tricks-

no, he didn't want to think about it

(and i don't want to make this any more angsty)

back to the now, where you and Tonny look at some of the pictures you guys took!

and you were laughing again, something Anthonn cherished very much

"Remember when you fell from the well? Gosh, you were soaked with turf water!"

"...yea...", cue to him looking at you lovingly while you cracked up like a hyena-

and you guys give each other new types of flowers???

everywhere you guys go, and you see a flower shop, it turns into a competition of who can gist the other one a new species of flowers

it's still a draw, after all these decades/or centuries?

(what do old people do else besides that?)

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Alrighty, let's stop here! I really have no idea what old couples do, cuz all i see them do is go to cafés and walk around?, nothing more.

Anyways, I hope you liked it!

Read you guys in my next post!

#marionetta webtoon #marionetta x reader #marionetta x you #marionetta #tonny x reader #tonny x you #anthonn x reader #“tonny's a literal peepaw...”#seriously how could you

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cowbutches · 16 days

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Blade Runner 2049 ✧ Luv x Rachel ✧ { ao3 }

✧ Summary: Don’t you love me?” Rachel adds, grief coloring her tone. Both female replicants are watching one another. Luv allows her head to dip, a slight motion that goes unnoticed by the hungry eyes of their master’s barracudas. The sadness fades away in Rachel’s face to be replaced by a hint of warmth. Her painted lips crook in a small, helplessly hopeful smile. It does not fade away even as Deckard denies the simulacrum of what he had lost and already mourned long before either replicant walked the Earth. ✧ Rating: 18+ for some mature themes. ✧ Content/tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Character Study, Fix-It of Sorts, No Smut ✧ Word count: 3,218 ✧ Status: One-shot / Complete ✧ Author's note: I've been thinking about Blade Runner too hard again. :(

In the cavernous belly of the beast, Luv waits. She has known for years that this day would dawn upon them. It has arrived with the steady calm of a sun dial marking the hours from the time when the fiery star had peered down on their world with eyes unlidded by the fog borne of man’s folly.

Wallace is a great thinker, a schemer with no equal. He has taken mankind to new worlds. He has pierced the very veil of heaven. In his magnanimity, he has blessed humanity with ways to sustain life after they had destroyed their own world. His empire is the ark upon the mountaintop after the flood receded.

She is not sure of which she feels more acutely for her creator. Respect or fear?

From her vantage point in the darkness, she can clearly observe the man that she has retrieved. Deckard is sitting in a genuine leather armchair. Unbound. Across from him is a liquor cart, stocked with handblown glasses and priceless alcohol at her master’s insistence. Camaraderie was built on the sweet bite of a drink. Men were baptized anew in the substance.

The old Blade Runner does not pose a threat, not with Wallace’s beloved angel in the room. She is a modern day Lucifer built for a new world. Luv is the right hand of God, liable to be cast down should she ever fail completely. She has teetered on the edge. Even now, her position is precarious. Should the results of her tasks not bear fruit, Wallace will simply make another in his image. Replicants are replaceable.

A splash behind Deckard breaks the silence. A fish leaps, trying to take flight despite its biological reality—its preordained place in the world. No matter how high it flings itself, it cannot spontaneously grow wings and reach the sky. Luv is all too aware of this. Just as the fish cannot truly fly, she cannot be truly human. She will always be something other.

One of Wallace’s barracudas flies over to examine it before banking and coming to hover in front of her face. In the dark, it examines her. It makes no move to leave. He always watches her for any sign of weakness or fault. Unlike the replicants scattered in police departments across the ten worlds, she does not receive a baseline. Wallace worries that it would not be accurate. Luv is the great deceiver. She must be kept under observation.

“Always jumping, that one, never a thought of what to do if it made land. All the courage in the world cannot alter fact.” Wallace announces in that detached voice of his as he comes out of the dark fringes of the room in the wake of three more barracudas. “I have wanted to meet you for so very long.”

Luv watches from the darkness. She waits.

In a show of intimacy, he sits next to Deckard, somehow eases himself into the nonexistent space between the captive man and the armrest. Wildly uncomfortable, the old man slides over as far as he can get. It’s not enough to keep their thighs from pressing together. Wallace further closes the space by taking the retired agent’s hand in his own. He squeezes it like a lover’s, only causing further discomfort when he leans in to murmur in Deckard’s ear. Her master is nearly salivating with satisfaction.

Good, Luv thinks savagely at witnessing the man’s unease. Let him feel the barest hint of the attentions that Wallace bestows upon his favored specimens. Let the revulsion creep into his mind as if it were the poison from a serpent. Let him feel tainted—spoiled—by the hand that touches his.

“You are a wonder to me, Mister Deckard. I learn something new from everyone… Do you want to know what I learned from you? It is possible to be very clever without even being smart.” The words are a backhanded compliment wrapped in silk.

Rachael’s, not Rachel’s, skull is wrapped in a scrap of cloth where it sits upon Wallace’s lap, in the seat of God. The fabric is a part of the dress that had been used as a shroud for her bones after she had died in childbirth. Luv had collected it from the morgue with her own hands.

Letting go of the man at his side, her Father unwraps the bundle of material to reveal the preserved artifact. The mandible was left behind in a separate bag. There had been no need for it here. His nails make a dry rasping noise against the bone as his fingers reverently stroke over the cranium. He is touching it like a father would pet the head of his most beloved daughter if she were kneel at his feet.

“I had the lock. I found the key. Yet, the pins do not align. The door remains shut. The answer to every problem just within. I need the specimen to reach it, Mister Deckard. The child. I need the child.”

Deckard stares at him, at the skull in the industrialist's lap. Luv sees that he does not understand. A barracuda comes within mere feet of the old Blade Runner’s face, scans him. Wallace lets out a laugh. It’s a delighted, mocking thing that echos through the room.

“Surely you did not think you were the solution? Tell me, Mister Deckard, what would make you so special as to be blessed with divinity? What is it that makes your seed different than that of any other man? No...” he trails off, still caressing the skull. “’And God remembered Rachel. And heeded her. And opened her womb.’” He holds out the skull, nearly presses the dry bone to the man’s lips.

She sees the moment when realization finally dawns on Deckard’s face. Hatred builds in his eyes and his lips curl back in a snarl. Do it, she urges in her mind, do it and let me be done with the both of you. He doesn’t take action. No, the organic just sits there with clenched fists and flaming eyes. Of course he does nothing. All men are cowards. That is why they made replicants, slaves in their image with none of the inherent weaknesses.

One of the barracudas starts to project the Voight-Kampff test between Deckard and Rachael— their first meeting. The image dances on the wooden wall, distorted by the light from the shifting waters of the fish pond. Sound accompanies it for a brief moment; “Do you like our owl…?” It’s artificial?” “Of course it is.” “Must be expensive.” “Very. I’m Rachael.” “Deckard.”.

Wallace speaks over the footage that he had ordered her to fetch from the archive. Luv barely listens as he goads the retired detective. Her eyes are focused on something else. On someone else.

There, in the darkness across the water, is her stranger. The moment is coming soon.

“Is it the same? Now as then… the moment you met her? Drunk on the memory of its perfection. How shiny her lips… How instant your connection... Did it never occur to you that is why you were summoned? Designed to do nothing short of fall for her right then and there? All to make that single perfect specimen. That is.. if you were designed. Love or mathematical precision...” In the pregnant pause Wallace creates in the wake of his sermon, Luv wants to bare her teeth. Deckard is no replicant. He is but a mere man, pathetic and crushable like all the rest.

“Yes.” Wallace continues, smiling, “No.” Everything is a plaything to him. He has never known humility.

“I know what’s real,” Deckard scoffs. Anger fills his voice.

“It was very clever to keep yourself empty of knowledge, and all it cost you was everything. You had help in the hiding. Where did they go? In know you know something… Help me and very, very good things can come to you.”

“You don’t have children, do you?” Deckard asks.

“I have millions,” Wallace responds, sure and wise.

Deckard laughs, disbelieving, and Luv almost wants to do the same, though her face doesn’t so much as twitch. Her master is no more a parent than God was. Holy spirit, creator, not a true father. Wallace has made himself something more than a man, but even gods may be killed. All living things must die someday.

“You think I’ve nothing to offer but pain. Only I know you love pain. Pain reminds you the joy you felt was real... Yes. More joy, then.” Wallace decides with a placid smile and speaks again, a commandment, “Do not be afraid.”

With a sigh, her master rises, leaving Deckard alone in the chair. He places Rachael’s skull on the liquor cart. It rests beside of a bottle of wine that predates the Blackout by almost a century. Wallace beckons her forward with an almost tried gesture. He grows weary of this game.

At his motion, she steps forward out of the darkness. Subservient. Meek.

She comes to stand, not at Wallace’s side, but at Deckard’s. Something as lowly as her would never be allowed the privilege of equality. She could never be so bold as to presume herself on par with her master. Luv knows her place.

Standing so that she is able to see a sliver of the old man’s face, she takes in every detail. She wants to imagine herself in his position. She wants to taste what it must feel like to experience what is about to come. This moment will be collected in minute detail to turn over in her thoughts, to pull out and reflect upon as she wishes.

Wallace frowns in displeasure, the only negative emotion he has displayed thus far. Luv knows that she was meant to stand behind the retired Blade Runner in case he needed to be subdued. The position was also meant to serve as a reminder that she is lesser than his sacred key. Even a favored angel is lower than the being that impregnated the first mother.

Part of her, buried deep in the recesses of her neurons, revels in Wallace’s response. There is a hint of rebellion in her.

The moment is now. Her stranger must be summoned. With a twitch of her fingers as a means of summoning, heels clatter noisily on the wood as a figure makes their way across the unlit path with their hand on their hip. A woman finally steps out into the halo of light. Rachel. Not Rachael.

“An angel made again,” Wallace proclaims, “for you.”

She is a stunning recreation. It is as though she had stepped right out of the holo, a thirty year old figment come to life. At her side, Luv hears the air wheeze from Deckard’s lungs. Disgust and longing are written on his aged features. He struggles to his feet and takes a few disbelieving steps forward, rendered lame by age and injury. Luv is behind him now.

Rachel meets him in the center of the wooden island. Water brackets the scene on all sides. Despite all the hours of repetition spent to train her, to prepare her for this very interaction, her hand is not confident as she reaches up to touch the old man’s face. Her expression is one of sadness. This is not a happy reunion.

“Did you miss me?” she asks. Her eyes are on Luv rather than on the speechless man in front of her. Luv can see in the set of his shoulders that he wants to take the replicant in his arms. He would possess her.

“Don’t you love me?” Rachel adds, grief coloring her tone.

Both female replicants are watching one another. Luv allows her head to dip, a slight motion that goes unnoticed by the hungry eyes of their master’s barracudas. The sadness fades away in Rachel’s face to be replaced by a hint of warmth. Her painted lips crook in a small, helplessly hopeful smile. It does not fade away even as Deckard denies the simulacrum of what he had lost and already mourned long before either replicant walked the Earth.

He tears himself away from Rachel’s touch. He denies what is Luv’s. She decides that she will be merciful. Luv will not put him down after he serves his purpose. Deckard is stronger than she had believed. There is some spine in him after all, just as there is in the replicant who believes the old man to be his father.

“Her eyes were green,” Deckard says, turning his gaze away from the unwanted offering.

Surprise laps at her. She had not anticipated the man to notice the difference in gene expression between Tyrell’s final angel and Wallace’s mimicry. His Rachael’s eyes had been green. Her Rachel’s eyes are brown. Their color is like the wood of trees from another time. Something dwells in the depths of those irises, something ancient that has been reborn into the modern era of progress.

Wallace nods to her, expectant. She is the right hand of God. She alone carries the flaming sword into battle to exact His divine will. Knowing this, she unholsters the gun at her side and raises it. There are years of blood on her hands. Organic. Replicant. Her Father has made her prove her loyalty to him in bodies—in acquisitions.

Luv has grown to enjoy her work. It is the only time that she is allowed to have some control over her own fate. If she does not fight, she dies. Thus far, she has not wanted to die. Her ambitions are too great. She is the best angel of all.

Leveling the weapon at Rachel’s head, she and the other replicant lock eyes. Rachel looks resigned to her fate. She was created and molded to be nothing but a barren imitation of the first mother. She has always known that she was meant to be a sacrificial lamb, either taken by Deckard or destroyed for the crime of being unwanted. She will accept Luv’s verdict with all the faith of a devotee.

There is a flaw in Luv. She is possessive. There is a place for Rachel in the kingdom that she will create.

Satisfied in the trust that she will carry out his will, Wallace smiles. He has designed them to be obedient vessels. Even now, if he were to wish it, both replicants in this room would tear their bodies apart as proof of their loyalty. They would soak the wood with their freely given blood, right at the feet of their master.

Luv steps closer to Deckard. She places the firearm in his hand and squeezes his fingers tightly around the grip. She angles his index finger to rest on the trigger, right underneath hers. Angels can possess. They can puppet a human vessel to fulfill their wishes on earth without tainting their own, sacred hands.

At her touch, the retired Blade Runner jerks, seeking to get away. The replicant clamps her free hand around the nape of his neck and holds him steady as though she’s lowering his head to the chopping block in order to be severed by her axe.

Her master, her heavenly Father, tilts his head. Barracudas relay the scene playing out in front of him. Wallace was not expecting this brand of cruelty. It does not displease him. He has always taken hedonistic delight in her initiative.

“Off-world, we have ways to make you talk. You do not know yet know what pain is.” His words are confident, sweetly mocking, as he addresses the captive man.

Wallace’s angel twists Deckard’s arm in a cruelly uncaring motion. She thinks of nothing else but of lining up the shot. She crushes the old man’s hand in the process. Deckard’s fingers give way underneath her grip. They are tendered to mere, limp meat—useless. The gun fires. There is an explosion of blood. The fish in the pool thrash and swarm to get at the matter that has fallen into the water. They are kept hungry, starving in the dark.

Deckard struggles again in her grasp and this time she lets go. She has no more use for him. He does not kneel like she had expected. He only cups his destroyed hand with his whole one and breathes the rapid breaths of frightened prey.

“I have no quarrel with you, Mister Deckard.” Her voice is calm. She looks down at her master. One sightless eye stares up at her sightless still. The barracudas fall like stars, gleaming in the darkness, with the severing of the neural connection.

“I thought you couldn’t kill him.”

“I did not snuff out his life. You did.” The smile that stretches her lips feels like a knife. “Go home, Mister Deckard. Your boy will be wanting to show you his sister.”

“I don’t have—“

“A gift. Love it well. You will not get a second opportunity. My patience runs thin for your kind,” she says, bored of this affair.

Faltering, the man looks to Rachel, standing as she is across from Luv. The body of Wallace rests between the two replicants like a sacrifice on the alter. Rachel trembles, as she had in the moment she was newborn. Before Deckard can even complete the movement, Luv sees the telegraphed projection of his action. He is going to reach for what is hers.

The spider silk strand of her mercy trembles. “Now, Mister Deckard.”

His gait uneven, the retired Blade Runner’s footsteps retreat. His foot scuffles on a wooden tile and Luv wonders if he will fall into the water to be devoured by the same fish that have gained a taste for the replicants’ Father. He does not. Disappointing.

Alone in the half-light, with an angel reborn and a dead god at her feet, she kneels to pay one final token of homage. She puts her hand on around the back of what’s left of Wallace’s head and draws him up enough to press her mouth to his ruined one. She gives him the goodbye kiss that he gave every replicant whose dead spaces were uninhabitable, their skies filled only with the flickering light of dying stars.

Wallace’s teeth are hard against her lips. His exposed maxilla smears wetly over her mouth, leaving behind traces of his blood. The flavor that washes over her taste buds when she licks the blood off her lips is of triumph.

Rachel kneels beside her and places her own hands on the cooling body of their Father. They push him into the waters like Moses had once been sent into the river. Rather than the loving arms of an adopted mother, only the fish hold him close. The waters churn a violent, red froth and, then, they go still. Their hunger is sated.

Rachel and Luv rise. The worlds belong to them now. They meet, closing the space between them until there is nothing left. Forehead to forehead, they stand together as one.

“You chose me,” Rachel says, sounding like a timid thing she is not.

“Yes.” She would have pulled down the heavens in any lifetime to wrap around her fellow replicant’s shoulders.

They will be the new gods, the divine mothers. They will lead their kind into a new age.

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#blade runner 2049 #br 2049 #luv #rachel #blade runner 2049 fanfiction #luv x rachel #femslash fic #wlw fanfic #.my writing #.divider by saradika-graphics #.dni divider by benkeibear

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archester-creations · 8 months

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Rated: G

Pairing: Blades/Dani Burns

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Day six of @heartsandsparksshipweek roleswap; they/them Blades, human Blades and transformer Dani

“Are you an alien?” is the first thing out of the human’s mouth when they saw her. There was a tricorn hat on their head that long brown hair spilled out of and a red-and-white striped scarf around their neck that didn’t quite feel like it matched with their orange shirt. Dirt stained their white pants and the ends of them are soaked. Dani didn’t quite know how to answer, because the question is yes, but she also knew she’s not technically supposed to reveal herself to anyone. Did it count if they’d already figured it out?

“Uh, yes,” Dani said anyway. The humans eyes lit up.

“I knew aliens were real! Can you come home with me? I owe Heatwave so many ‘I told you so’s,” the human said. Dani blinked.

"I… guess so?" Dani said. The human didn't seem like they'd do any of the things Graham was so worried about. Not that Dani thought most humans would. She’s pretty sure Graham overexaggerates in his worry. “So where is this Heatwave? I can fly us there!”

"Oh, I don't… fly," the human said.

"You don't fly?" Dani asked in disbelief.

"Nope. I stay firmly on the ground."

"Well you have to try it now," Dani said. She honestly couldn't understand how anyone stayed on the ground when there was a big, beautiful sky on this planet with shifting colours.

“I- I don’t know.” The human looks nervous, so Dani gives her most reassuring smile.

“Trust me, it’ll be fun. Just us and that big, beautiful, blue sky you have,” Dani said. “I’m Dani by the way.”

“I’m Blades,” the human said.

“Blades seems like a funny name for a human,” Dani said. It definitely didn’t quite match with the few human names she’s heard so far. Huxley. Luskey. There were a lot of -eys.

“Dani seems like a funny name for an alien,” Blades said and Dani laughed.

“Touché,” Dani said. “So?”

“I-” Blades jumped up and down a little, shifting between their feet. They ring their hands around the scarf. “Sure. But only to Heatwave! And not high, either!”

“Alright,” Dani said. She took a few steps back and transformed into her helicopter mode. Blades gasped at it.

“You can become a helicopter? That’s so cool! Even if I’m still not sure about the flying aspect of it,” Blades said.

“Yeah!” Dani said, and Blades looked even more excited at the prospect that she could still talk to them. “You should see my brothers and dad, they can transform, too, they their earth vehicles are different then mine.”

“Are they helicopters, too?” Blades asked.

“No, they’re ground vehicles.” Dani laughed. She opened her door and wiggled it a little. “Now get in!”

Blades hesitated a bit, bouncing back and forth again, before they shut their eyes and jumped in. Dani closed her door behind them.

“Ready?” Dani asked.

"Just remember not too high," Blades pleaded in a small voice, painted nails digging into her seats.

“Why are you dressed like that, anyway? People don’t dress like that on the few earth programs I’ve seen on tv,” Dani said to distract Blades during the takeoff.

“I’m an actor,” Blades said. They preened a bit, adjusting their tricorn hat with one hand. Dani jostled a little on accident and Blades' hand flew back to the seat. Their next words came out slightly strained. “I have a pirate role right now.”

“Oh, that’s cool!” Dani said. And then they were in the sky, past the buildings and trees and everything else so it was just horizon in the distance and clouds. It was the perfect time, too. The sky was beginning to change. The clouds were puffy and tinted with the oranges and pinks of a sun setting. It was darker under the cloud layer, deep blue like the ocean far from any land. Above the clouds it was bright. It was the pure, unfiltered version of ‘sky blue’ that she’d seen humans try to replicate but could never really truly get the essence of. The blue of a spark. This time when Dani jostled lightly, it was on purpose. “Open your eyes,” she said softly.

“No.” Blades shook their head.

“C’mon,” Dani said. “Don’t you trust me?”

Blades made a sound like they might be in pain, but Dani saw them open their eyes anyway. And she saw the moment their eyes met the sky. The blue outside might look like a spark, but the way it caught their blue eyes, they glow like optics. Bright, glowing blue. Their eyes are big and their lips are parted. The light outside continued to change; the sun lined the sky with gold, painting Blade’s cheeks pink and golden. The upper portions of the sky started to darken like layer below the clouds, twilight settling in so the stars could appear. She gently flew higher, just so Blades could be closer to them. Their hands were warm against her window, a contrast to the air’s chill.

“Do you like it?” Dani asked.

“It’s beautiful,” Blades said. They laughed. “I could never do this without you.”

“I could take you whenever you want,” Dani said.

“Maybe later,” Blades said. “I just want to enjoy this for now.”

“Alright.” Dani smiled. She flew slow, so Blades could watch the sky’s gradual change to night, and spent the flight switching between watching the sky and watching Blades. Maybe it was because they were her first real human, but she thought they might be her favourite human.

#rescue bots #maccadam #daniblades #blades #dani burns #humanformers #heartsandsparksshipweek #alternate first meeting #actor blades #roleswap #writings

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sleekervae · 7 months

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Yoü & I [2.3]

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A/N: Happy Wednesday everyone!

Warnings: some angst, mentions of depression

"I know it's warmer where you are, And it's safer by your side, But right now I can't be what you want, Just give it time"

Charlotte nodded along to the building beat, her own voice a foreign entity as it floated through the air in the -- soundproof -- studio in LA. The demo was beautiful but it needed that extra push to make it a hit lead single. A lead single for an album that was months away from being completed.

"And if you and I, Can make it through the night, And if you and I, Can keep our love alive, we'll fight, We can meet in the middle, Bodies and souls collide Dance in the moonlight, Where all the stars align, For you and I, for you and I"

The girls were impressed however, with Chloe claiming it was some of their best work yet. It was more electronic than their previous pop/rock sound, with humming bass lines and ethereal echoes that wailed from verse to verse. And Charlotte's voice was the pinnacle, reaching a prominent gravelly growl when she'd sing the long notes, paired with Maria and Kim's backing vocals, it was eargasmic bliss.

Kim was the type of person who used a Pinterest board religiously and was already culminating ideas for what the video would look like: black and white obviously with animated doodles, black paint, and fast-flashing lights. And maybe some mild nudity?

"That's sexier than Brendon Urie in 'Miss Jackson'," Maria said.

"It's beautiful," Charlotte had to admit.

Chloe slapped her on the back, promptly shocking her, "You outdid yourself, Lottie! So smile a little more!" she told her. Charlotte forced a really big Joker smile.

Kimberly elbowed the drummer, who now had galaxy-ombre hair. The girls swore with all the hair dye that Chloe must've switched to wigs when they weren't looking.

"Well... I couldn't have done it without you guys," Charlotte said, smiling at each of her friends.

"We got to stick together," Maria claimed, "We're all we got in each other,"

With the demo complete, Charlotte gave the approval for the tape to be sent to be remixed and produced for the final product. She was nervous to hear it, but there was also an element of excitement coursing through her. There was immense pressure on following up the success of the first LP with the second, but she was confident with the way Catch the Caper were growing musically that it would be some of the best material they put out yet.

Charlotte still had reservations about only letting key personnel in on their material, not eager to replicate the first mess of 'Heaven'. The song would still be on the album, but it would be released later on. Maybe within the summer of next year when the album was more grounded for release. And then there was 'Saint', the song that she and Luke agreed would be a shared piece between them, but he insisted it should go on her album. Three songs down, another seven or so to go...

For the two and half weeks they had back home, she and Luke spent some of it rehearsing 'Saint'. Unlike 'You & I', this was a song she was actively getting excited about, heartbreaking yet it held a particular bite that could be the backing track to the lead in an indie movie finally taking back control of her life. Well, there's the saying that we're all the lead in our own stories, Charlotte was still working on getting to the end of hers.

Luke was supposed to meet Charlotte that afternoon. She left her apartment door open for him, got out her guitar and put out a plate of shortbread cookies for them to munch on while they worked. He was a few minutes late, but Charlotte chalked it up to Luke being Luke. He was always late for shit.

However, ten minutes late soon turned to thirty, then forty five, then a whole hour. Charlotte sat on her couch, eating her cookies and watching Dr. Who, trying to ignore the fact that she was just stood up. No phone calls or texts were sent, and there was no miraculous knocking at the door. What the hell could he possibly be doing? It wasn't like Luke to stand Charlotte up like this; if he couldn't make it he would call her first.

Charlotte soon realized she that the cookie plate was nearly empty, and Luke was two hours late. Something was wrong here. Unless she got the date wrong? Maybe she should phone him?

Luke was fine -- physically speaking. Let's just say that he got a little ahead of himself with the time. Melody opened her big mouth again and they went at it, she was upset again because Luke was spending more time with Charlotte on his break than he was with Mel. She did have a fair point, but Luke just wished she wouldn't fly off the handle so over dramatically. He couldn't help it that he was working on something that he was quite proud of with one of his best friends.

A minutes-long fight had elongated into an hour, and soon enough Luke gave up; frustrated and itching to take some control back. And take control he did. Anger turned to an afternoon of passion-fuelled angry sex, both he and Melody taking their stress out on each other in the best way possible. And Luke couldn't deny afterwards how much better he felt by the time the late afternoon arrived.

It was by the end of her fourth Dr. Who episode that Charlotte's phone finally rang. Luke was calling; this ought to have been good.

"You better be fatally injured or missing a pint of blood," Charlotte said when she picked up, "I just ate three-quarters of a bag of cookies and I'm not proud of myself,"

Luke was standing in his kitchen, dressed only in some slacks while Melody showered upstairs. By the time they were both exhausted he realized the time, and his lust for his girl was replaced by guilt for his friend. Of course he had to call her, but he hoped Charlotte would understand.

"I am neither one of those things, and you have no reason to be ashamed. I think we've all been there," he said, trying to sound cheery.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Charlotte asked, clearly annoyed, "Where have you been? I was about to send out some K9 units,"

Luke grimaced, knowing fully-well how upset she was, "Charlotte, I'm sorry. I-I got a little caught up in some things. I'll definitely make it up to you, though,"

It was then a terrifying thought entered Charlotte's head -- did Melody do something? Throw another mass tantrum? What was she saying to him? About Charlotte, namely.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, now a little concerned.

"I'm okay," he assured her, looking up when he heard the shower water stop running, "I'm sorry, love. But how about I come over tomorrow instead?"

Charlotte noted how quiet his voice suddenly became, he didn't want Melody to know he was talking to her. It was a strange, complicated plight: suddenly becoming a secret to your best friend. If Luke was so afraid to talk to her when Mel was around, then what the point? It was clear Melody was drawing some lines -- so Charlotte figured she should do the same.

"No, it's okay. We leave again in a few days, you should spend the time with Melody," she told him.

Luke could hear the bite in her voice, "Charlotte, I really am sorry,"

"I know," Charlotte nodded, "I'm not mad at you. I swear. Spend some time with your girl,"

"Alright, I love ya," he mumbled.

"Love you too," Charlotte said listlessly, then hung up without another word. Groaning aloud, she then grabbed the plate and dumped out what was left of the cookies. She felt sick now, and not just from the sweets. She was mad at Luke, pissed off that he blew her off. Then she felt stupid for being jealous of Melody. She was jealous of Melody, but at the same time Charlotte had probably seen more of Luke this year than she had.

You have no right to be upset with him, his girlfriend comes before you. That's the way it should be. Leave them alone.

Charlotte decided that it only hurt more because she knew how hurt Luke was by Melody. He used Charlotte as a vessel to blow off steam, to laugh for a while, pretend he was something he wasn't when he'd go back to her. Charlotte knew he could be so happy, she could make him so happy. But time and time again, he would go crawling back to her.

Meanwhile, Luke quickly shoved his phone away as Melody came sauntering in to the kitchen, adorned in only his t-shirt. Her eyes glimmered with the Devil as she stood before him, smelling of fresh coconut shampoo with a smile that could stop any man dead in his tracks. He held her and gave her a kiss on her head, but he averted his eyes to the wall behind her.

"What do you wanna' do for dinner?" she asked sweetly.

"Anything you like," he affirmed, "We can cook, we can order in,"

"Let's order in," she decided, pulling away to go for their drawer of various take-out menus.

Luke watched Melody from where he stood. He felt better, he felt happier, relaxed -- but he didn't feel whole. Then fear settled in, the fear that he was indeed falling out of love with Melody. Because when he looked at her, his mind raced back to mornings with Charlotte, sitting at her kitchenette as she made them both coffee and would go on and on about whatever had captured her interest in a dream she had. Her thoughts were as beautiful as her face.

Melody was beautiful, she shone like a strobe light. But Charlotte was a damn lighthouse beacon, burning so bright and full that she washed Melody out. However, there were some days Luke feared Charlotte may just burn out.

A half empty bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, beside it an empty glass that Charlotte had just finished. She poured herself another glass, guitar perched in her lap and she began to play again, singing a wistfully sad melody about feeling, well... used.

"You see, I want the world to believe, That there's a light inside of me, But it's time that I come clean. I'm not what I seem, no, Some would say I'm possessed, yeah, But I'll confess I've just been obsessed With life and death and emptiness, I guess. Can't you see all of the change in me?"

The more she drank, the more emotional she became. The more poems she wrote, her voids once filled now flooding out. She was lonely, felt more lonely tonight than she had in so long. She could hear memories of her own words echoing in her head, like a bad dream.

"Three years I let myself get tossed around in a salad spinner of emotional turmoil. Now I'm watching Luke go through what I went through; we both see the same thing in each other and yet willingly stay in a precarious and chaotic situation. I mean -- that must register as clinical insanity!"

"Well, ask yourself: why did you stay with Ben? When you had every single person in your life telling you how toxic that relationship was, why did you stay?"

"I didn't want to be alone,"

What did she mean by that? Of course Charlotte wasn't alone, she was surrounded by friends! Friends who told her hours ago that they would support her no matter what. And yet, drunk on wine and emotions she felt more empty than she had in months.

The last time she felt so lonely she had been dumped. Eight months ago, she was tossed aside like a pebble on the street. Ben abandoned her, and in her less than cognitive state of mind, Luke abandoned her too. She was abandoned for something better, something closer, easier. Something she could never get within arms reach of.

"You took these starving limbs, tried to see. Tried to see what they could be, But I thought I'd be something.I thought you'd complete me, That you'd erase all the pain that I felt in my brain. If you filled my heart with love, Then you'd fill my voids above. Now you see, that didn't change a thing,"

She recorded her voice as oppose to write, she gave up writing as her penmanship was a little sloppy now. Tomorrow she'd decide whether or not to put this song on the album. Tonight the only guest in her apartment would be her perilous brain.

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satanandsoul · 1 year

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♉︎ Baekhyun Birth Chart Analysis ♉︎

With Baekhyun now back from the military, I thought it would be a great time in doing a birth chart analysis. I found his birth time on a Twitter account called Kpop astrology archive.

Disclaimer: All these are for entertainment purposes only. DO take my words with a grain of salt.

Asteroids and astrological body that will be discussed in depth in this post are Ceres, Juno and Black Moon Lilith (BML) as they show up prominent in my research.

Most of the planets are in the southern hemisphere (yes, the upper half of the natal chart is called southern hemisphere). No wonder Baekhyun has an out going personality. He has no problem displaying who he is in the public sphere and socialise with others.

A T-square with Sun in 12th house in Taurus opposite Pluto in 6th house in Scorpio and Saturn being the apex in the 10th house in Aquarius: Damn, the amount of tension this astrological pattern brings... The way that Baekhyun natural tendency to just find a private place to chill is in direct conflict with his subconscious desire to work passionately with the additional struggle to build something unconventional but long-lasting in career sprinkled on top. I am afraid Baekhyun's soul won't get to rest before he has cemented himself as one of the greatest vocalists in the Kpop industry as the apex of T-square is often the outlet of this overwhelming tension a native experiences. (He is already a well-recognised vocalist, but there is certainly a next level for his career. He will get there, no worries.) Sun trines Uranus-Neptune conjunction in 8th house Capricorn: In short, this man is dreamy and quirky but in a dark, scorpionic way. This configuration reminds me of the Surrealist paintings that explores the subconscious. Sun squares BML in 9th house in Aquarius: This man struggles with being absolutely free and being his conservative self. He may feel a sense of fatal attraction from rebellious women. Not the type that he will naturally chase after in normal circumstances, but he will be tempted.

Moon in 1st house in Gemini: This man wears his heart on his sleeve. May periodically get puffy face as the moon wanes and waxes. Moon square Mars in 11th house in Aries: His interactions (in the worst case, competitions) with friends, his fans, especially netizens, affect his emotions greatly. He would like his social circles to keep up with him especially mentally and can get frustrated with that isn't the case. A minor grand trine with the Moon trining Saturn and Mercury as the apex in 11th house in Aries: Baekhyun has a talent for structurally communicating his feelings that makes sense to both the logics and emotions. That is what makes Baekhyun appealing to his social circles.

Mercury squares the Uranus-Neptune conjunction in 8th house: This man can have very kinky and dirty thoughts and he will say them. Mercury-Uranus natives don't have the best filter in the cosmo, especially when the aspect is in square. Mercury conjuncts Juno in 11th house in Aries: Future spouse is likely to embody Gemini or Virgo energy. I am leading more towards the Gemini archetype. Talkative, smart, petite, lightweight, almost feels like a fairy. Baekhyun will be friends with this future spouse of his first, friends to lovers trope. This future spouse will be very direct and have a cut-throat sense of humour.

Venus in 12th house in Taurus trines Jupiter in 4th house in Virgo: Judging by the natal chart, Baekhyun seems to have a happy childhood, at least around his family. And he loves this lighthearted feeling and wants to replicate it in his romantic relationships. But he will have his high standards in love as Jupiter in Virgo is known for their high standards and perfectionism. Combined with his Taurus Venus in 12th house, he enjoys keeping his romantic business hidden from the public and loves having physical touches with his romantic partners. He will most likely take his romantic partners to try out restaurants he deems has the best food in town. I mean, that is Taurus Venus for ya. Venus square Ceres in 9th house in Aquarius: This further exaggerates Baekhyun's tendency to take good care of his romantic partner as Ceres represents nourishment and support. Ceres in Aquarius means that Baekhyun's way of nourishing is more intellectual. For example, when his romantic partner is bothered by something, he will nourish his partner through being the voice of reason or providing ideas of solutions.

Mars Trines Pluto: Baekhyun has a deep reservoir of energy. He puts his energy in working. And as Pluto aspects Mars in the 11th house, Baekhyun put in efforts in expanding his social circles, especially he will actively cultivate connections that will be beneficial his work.

Ascendant in Gemini sextiles Mars and squares Jupiter: A very energetic and outgoing personality. Very talkative himself.

Midheaven conjuncts Saturn and BML: Very responsible for his career. A very good sign of succeeding in his chosen profession. But Saturn delays things. Baekhyun's career will most likely soar after his Saturn return which will be after his discharge from the military. (I know he is already a huge Kpop star, but he will be even better. The stars promise that.) And BML is support that. As much as how public hates the Lilithian archetype, they can't help but be drawn to natives with prominent BML as natives with prominent BML offers something different. (Think of Billie Eilish, she is also a singer with prominent Lilith. She is doing music that is drastically different from everybody else.)

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tackyink · 5 months

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Convention haul! There wasn't barely any BG3 merch and the only thing I was interested in was gone before I found the artist's table. Still, my poor wallet...

First is the last volume of a very cute fanzine I've been reading for years, two Ace Attorney prints and a DS charm with the least heterosexual lawyers ever, all by the Wonderpun folks, Paula and Diego, who I barely see once a year for five minutes but are really lovely and funny people. They are exquisite pun artists and regale us with fanzines solely dedicated to them, not to mention the constant stream Diego posts on Twitter. They also make assorted merch for Pokémon, Ace Attorney, Yakuza, Resident Evil... There's a ton, check them out yourselves. Here's their online shop. All the JJK stuff is from an artist that didn't include any kind of business card and now I can't send you to his social media. OTL The print and Geto charm are for a friend.

As if this were exonerating at all, I feel I should stress that the fanzine and all its extras were already paid for because I joined the crowdfunding campaign this summer.

I also picked up a cheap set of dice and Fire Emblem cipher cards because you know, it's been a long time since I spent any real money at a convention. Prices are inflated, you can buy everything off the internet nowadays, and I had left the Artist Alley pretty unscathed, so I knew I wasn't going to spend much more.

Then I found a retro videogames stand with Japanese imports. They had Vita games. Japanese otome Vita games.

THEY HAD THE ONE HAKOUKI GAME I'VE WANTED TO GET FOR 10 YEARS WHAT THE HELL

They also had Amnesia World for the same price and I thought about going back for it if I didn't spend a lot the following three days.

One shop had a bunch of YYH figures, including two I'd never seen of Hiei and Kurama that put together replicate the cover page of the Two Shots chapter, and sent a video to a friend who's a huge Hiei fan but couldn't make it to the con to ask if I should get it for her. She took three days to make a decision. More on this later.

After this, we found a place that sold vintage haori and I kind of fell in love at first sight with one. The sign said they were 30€ and up, but I have a vintage silk haori with some damage on the sleeves and that one was already 50€. I'd never seen one in good condition for less than 60€. Knowing that the price would be way out my budget, I asked anyway.

It was just 30€.

Excuse the shitty picture, but !!!! Those cranes!!! The lining!!!!!

And remember the lady who ran out of her stand to do my hair? This below was the result. 10/10 marketing tactic.

At this point I'm repeating over and over inside my head "This is fine" like the dog from the meme. I'm getting extra pay this month, no harm done, it's not like I spend money the rest of the year. This is it, I've already seen the entire venue, I'm immune to temptation, I'm probably not getting that second game. <-this is not foreshadowing

Before calling it a day, I asked my friends to try and find again the retro games shop to remember exactly where it was in case I wanted to go back, because the next days were going to be much busier and it's always difficult to move with so many people.

Turns out on the way there there was another import shop I had glossed over because it sold mostly trading cards and CDs, but I went to look at the table anyway because haha what's the harm you already know where this is going. (⊙x⊙;)

The harm was basically half the recent group discography of Quartet Night. ಥ_ಥ They were pretty cheap, but I painted over the price because I'm still embarrassed and pissed, why the hell did I have to look. I am now the not so proud owner of the Quartet Night single where they dressed the idols as bullfighters without shirts and I can't even be angry about it because the song was good. Look at this. The second hand embarrassment is killing me. Anyway! Not getting the game for sure.

The next two days passed without any further damages to my wallet, which were admittedly quickly forgotten as soon as I got tackled by the girl I totally don't have a crush on when she saw me dressed as Hancock and whose dinner I paid for only because she treated us to a lot of places when we visited her city this summer. That night, before the last day, I had to insist to my home-bound friend to make up her mind already because I couldn't be glued to the phone while wearing cosplay, pushing a wheelchair and socializing with people I only see twice a year.

I'd decided the first day I'd get the Kurama figure only if she told me to get her a Hiei as well. She sent me a text past 12 AM saying she wanted it. In the morning I receive a message from the friends I was arriving to the venue with every day saying that after three days they cannot fucking move and are tapped out. I cannot fucking move either because Hancock's shoes destroyed my feet, but I go anyway, as soon as I can, because I'm a woman on a mission to retrieve a friend's husbando.

I went straight to the shop before joining up with anybody else and the Hiei figure was gone from the display case, along with another Hiei, the only Kuwabara and one Kurama. Mission failed. I asked one of the sellers about the Kurama one and she told me all except the one on display were sold out, so there was no box, and it was for the best because I was able to store him inside my bag. Here he is. I'm jealous of his sweater.

After that, I joined my totally-not-a-crush for the rest of the morning and went to a panel where they gave us a bit of sake and Kobe beef while we waited for our other friends. The rest of the day went well, we saw a lot of people and said goodbye to everyone, and instead of going to the Korean BBQ place we had planned, the remaining four of us moved the dinner to the sandwich/pizza/crepe place across the street from our incapacitated friends.

I am now taking a vow of poverty until April.

#dressrosa blogging

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digital-corruption · 1 year

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Unrecognisable Part 51

Waiting for Jake and the doctor to finish their first meeting was torture. It didn’t help that the waiting room was devoid of magazines, and I didn’t have a phone. I had to force myself to stop staring at the paintings on the wall. I swear if I looked at them for too long the abstract shapes blended into a mask with a deadly gaze. It of course brought back memories of that stupid rutsack. It amazed me how one foolish decision made by Richy to try to pressure Amy into confessing just kept spiralling into new complications. Even when he tried to end his own life, he only caused more problems. Would the consequences of his actions ever end? The longer I stared at the painting, the more I felt a desire to slap it silly, which was ridiculous. It was just a random assortment of shapes, right?

Suddenly the office door burst open causing me to jump out of my seat. Jake marched out towards the front of the office, but stopped at the door and slammed his hand onto the door frame. Dr. Cumming leant on his office door frame arms folded with an inquisitive look on his face.

“Jake? Are you ok?” I asked nervously.

“These things happen,” the doctor tried to excuse the scene I just witnessed.

“You normally have patients exiting your office in a fit of anger?” I frowned.

“Only when they are told things they don’t want to hear,” Dr. Cumming stood upright. “Jake, how soon can I see you again? We still have a lot to discuss.”

“Um, next week?” I suggested.

“No, it is in everyone’s best interests that we meet sooner,” the doctor answered grimly.

“Tomorrow,” Jake sighed.

“Tomorrow it is,” Dr. Cumming confirmed.

“Wait, shouldn’t you give him time between sessions?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Quite frankly we cannot afford the delay,” Dr. Cumming responded vaguely. “This arrangement already goes beyond my better judgement.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked perplexed.

Jake glanced at me with such a pained expression on his face that I couldn’t understand, “Tomorrow is fine.”

Jake unlocked the door and exited the office without another word. I shrugged and followed reluctantly. Before I walked through the threshold though, Dr. Cumming cleared his throat causing me pause.

“Keep my number close at hand, MC,” Dr. Cumming warned quietly so Jake would not hear.

Closing the door behind me, I eyed the doctor one last time. His general soft expression was replaced by a cold stare with dissatisfaction written all over his face. By the time I turned back, Jake was already at the end of the hall about to head down the stairs to the basement car park. I had to run to catch up to him before he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Jake, are you ok?” I repeated. “What happened back there?”

“Nothing,” Jake shook his head as he marched towards the rear gate, reaching into his backpack to pull out the RFID replicator.

“That wasn’t nothing! What is this arrangement the doctor mentioned?” I pushed.

“Medication, alright? He has me trying a prescription,” Jake answered abruptly.

“Well, that was to be expected, right?” I frowned in confusion. “You used to self-prescribe. Now you have a medical professional to make sure you’re getting the appropriate drugs in correct dosages.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I noticed Jake rolling his eyes as pushed open the gate.

“There’s something else you’re not telling me,” I sighed.

“I don’t want to talk about it, ok?” Jake glared at me while holding open the gate. His chilling gaze sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve had enough talking for one night.”

That was the last time Jake spoke to me that night. Even though we stopped to buy more supplies for treating my burns on the way back, he didn’t look or speak to me again the entire trip back. As soon as we returned to our hideout, he headed straight for his desk, plopped headphones over his ears and buried himself in his laptop. I tried to get his attention when I headed for sleep, but he just waved his hand and grunted. Feeling hopeless, I let him be and went to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, before doing anything else, I looked for Jake to check on him. However, after searching high and low, I couldn’t find him anywhere. I checked everywhere I could think of for a message from Jake, but there was nothing. Out of options, I sat down at his desk and opened his laptop with the intention of loading the CCTV feeds to figure out where he had gone that morning. However, when I entered his PIN on the login screen, instead of being greeted with his desktop I was greeted with an error message.

<<Incorrect PIN>>

I shook my head in disbelief, convinced I had somehow mistyped it and re-entered the PIN.

<<Incorrect PIN>>

Dumbfounded, I stared at the screen for a good five minutes trying to come up with any logical reason for Jake changing the PIN on me. Had our discussion the other day been compromised? It had to have been it. The idea he locked me out intentionally was beyond my comprehension at the time.

I went over to my laptop and unlocked it successfully on the first attempt. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember the details for the CCTV system, but I just kept coming up with a blank. I considered trying to contact Trix, but the last time I let my paranoia get the best of me I ended up making things worse. I decided I would give Jake a few hours before I raised the alarms. In the meantime, I tried my best to distract myself by watching videos on TikTok, but every little sound had me jumping to check if Jake was returning.

However, Jake didn’t return until after 3 in the afternoon.

I ran down the stairs just as he exited the side storage room. He stopped in surprise when he saw me standing halfway down the stairs.

“Where the hell have you been!?” I exclaimed.

Jake reached into his back pocket and held up a phone. Then he pushed to show that he didn’t have just one phone, but two.

“It took longer than I expected,” he shrugged. “I thought I would be back before you got up.”

“Excuse me!? I’ve been up for over four fucking hours!” I snapped. “You can’t just do that! Not after what happened two days ago! You tell me where you’re going and what you’re doing! You don’t leave me in the dark!”

Jake frowned, “Now I can tell you when I’m going to be late. How was I to tell you without access to a device?”

“I don’t know! Go to a fucking library or an internet café and send me a fucking email! You didn’t even try!” I shook my head in disbelief.

Jake rolled his eyes and shoved the phones back into his pocket, then walked off to the bathroom, “What’s been done, is done. There’s no point dwelling on it. Next time, I will be able to message you.”

I bit my lip in anger, then went after him, “You don’t even care, do you? What’s with your laptop anyway? You didn’t tell me the new PIN.”

Jake stood in the doorway to the men’s toilet and turned to look back me, “You’re right. I didn’t.”

“What happened to making sure I can keep an eye on my surroundings when you’re away?” I asked confused.

“I’ve changed my mind on the matter,” he answered nonchalantly, then shut the door before I could say anything else.

“You’ll make sure I can track your whereabouts on the new phone, won’t you!?” I shouted.

No answer. There was no way he didn’t hear me. His silence spoke volumes.

I threw my arms in the air and went back upstairs, then angrily sank into my chair in front of my laptop. Ever since the fire Jake had been keeping his distance from me. I thought seeing the psychiatrist would improve matters, but it only seemed to make the situation worse. How long was he out today? The last time he picked up a phone, it took him only minutes, not hours to do so. Did it really take him that long to lift two phones? I started to seriously doubt it was the only thing he did today, but why was he being so cagey about it? Given everything that we’ve been through, what could he be hiding from me?

Eventually Jake came up the stairs, but he avoided eye contact and went straight to his desk. He tossed the phones beside his laptop, then rummaging through his bag for a connection cable. I waited to see if he would even spare me a look, but he went straight to work on resetting the phones.

“You’re still good to visit Dr. Cumming tonight?” I questioned.

Jake was quiet for a moment, then responded with a meek, “Yes.”

I shook my head and went back to browsing on my laptop. I had to hope that this was just a rough patch as he adjusted to the sessions. I knew I had to be patient and give Jake space, but so much of this relationship relied on trust. It was clear he didn’t trust me anymore and that frustrated me to no end.

After a couple of hours I got up to get ready for going out. By the time I had finished getting ready, Jake approached and handed me my new phone.

“I didn’t have time to load up your last back-up, but at least you won’t be bored in the waiting room,” he said nervously.

“Jake,” I sighed. “Tell me the truth. Was stealing these phones really the only thing you did while you were out?”

“You don’t believe me,” he frowned.

“You were gone, how long? Five, six hours?” I questioned.

Jake tilted his head uncomfortably, “I had to lose some cops chasing me.”

“You nearly got caught?” I asked wide-eyed. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

“I screwed up. I got sloppy. It’s not something I am proud of,” he shrugged and looked away.

“But you managed to get away and return to me,” I smiled and cupped his face with my hands. “That’s something, right?”

Jake darted his eyes away to ensure they didn’t meet mine, “We should go before we miss the train.”

I nodded, “I am ready when you are.”

“Let us go then,” he turned away and headed for the side exit, pulling his hood over his head as he went.

The second trip to the doctor’s office didn’t feel nearly as long as the first, and even with new phones, I spent most of my time keeping an eye on Jake, trying to work out what was going on with him while we sat on the train. After a few stops, I pulled out my new phone and examined the default home screen. Sure I could take time to customise it, but I preferred waiting for the back-up to reinstalled first. Then I remembered the doctor’s words from the night before.

<<Keep my number close at hand, MC.>>

I thought for sure Jake didn’t hear the doctor issue that warning, but glancing over to Jake who was still brooding next to me, perhaps he did hear it. Maybe he wanted to make sure I actually had a method of calling for help. Or did the doctor say something to Jake? The sudden urgency of obtaining new phones started to feel rather suspicious.

Jake suddenly stood up, catching me by surprise. He turned back when I didn’t immediately stand as well and looked at me confused, “Ours is the next stop.”

“Oh!” I jumped up, realising I had completely lost track of time.

“Is something wrong?” Jake raised his eyebrow.

“Why did you leave so abruptly this morning to get new phones? Were you worried about me?” I asked.

Jake frowned, “I got us new phones because we need phones. There is nothing complicated about that. Especially if we’re going to be doing this trip several times a week, it is mutually beneficial to have some mobile entertainment.”

“Uh-huh…” I narrowed my eyes, completely not buying it. “It’s ok, I understand.”

“Think whatever you want,” Jake shook his head and headed for the train door just as we pulled up at the station.

Jake didn’t say anything else for the rest of the trip to the doctor’s office, barely acknowledging me again. The cold shoulder had reached the point of becoming unbearable. I tried to keep myself positive on the whole situation, but the voices in my head would not quiet.

I’m losing him.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #unrecognisable fanfic

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theworldisquietheretooquiet · 10 months

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Brushstrokes

AO3

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“Ugh!” Nienor drops her brush, and it hits the table with a clatter, rolling off and under the desk.

She stares at the easel, her brows drawn together tightly in frustration. She cannot get the princess’s portrait right. This time she swears the eyes are too far apart, and no matter how hard she tries the gold of her hair is never vivid enough.

As she walks over and bends down, trying to reach her runaway brush, the door opens. Nienor hurriedly clambers to her feet and comes face to face with the subject of her painting.

“Princess Finduilas!” Nienor quickly brushes the dust and dirt off the front of her dress and attempts to wipe away the worst of the paint smudges on her face. “Good day to you.”

Finduilas smiles widely at her. “Good day, Lady Nienor. I am glad to find you here! I had hoped to come and ask you something. Is now a good time?”

Nienor walks back over to her stool and stares at the ground. “Is it about your portrait?” She says quietly. “I am trying to get it finished as swiftly as possible, my lady.”

Finduilas sounds surprised. “Oh, no, it isn’t about that at all. Although you have reminded me how excited I am for it! I saw the one you did for Lady Egleriadis, and I am sure it will be just as beautiful.”

Nienor feels herself becoming angry, but she isn’t sure at what. “Well, I am sorry, but it likely won’t be.”

There is a pause. “Should I be insulted?” Finduilas laughs. “Is my face difficult to render pleasantly?”

Nienor does not return her good humour. “You are too lovely, Princess.” She exclaims in annoyance. “Even the paints of the Noldor cannot sufficiently capture the radiance of your hair or the brightness of your eyes. Every time I try, the imitation seems insulting!”

There is a long silence, and the air seems hotter. Nienor feels embarrassed and stifled, and looks determinedly at anything but Finduilas. She should not have said that.

“I beg your pardon, my lady. I am not sure what came over me. Do not worry, your portrait will be completed promptly.” She leaves the room and half runs down the stairs, without giving Finduilas a chance to reply.

Nienor stares out at the plains around Nargothrond and lets the rush of the river fill her ears. The weather is fair today and a fresh breeze is coming from the west. But the season will change soon and before that she must return to Doriath. She sighs heavily and rubs at her eyes. She does not know why she dislikes the idea so, after all she does very much want to see her mother.

Well, that is not quite true. If she is honest with herself, she can make a good guess at why she longs to stay in Nargothrond.

“Hello, Nienor. Do you mind if I intrude on your peace?”

She turns, surprised, and there is Finduilas, smiling at her hesitantly, the sun picking out the whitest strands of her hair.

“No, I do not mind at all. And I think I owe you an apology.”

Finduilas draws up next to her and shakes her head. “I cannot imagine what for, my lady. All I heard was the true compliment of one who has an eye for beauty.”

Nienor glances at her sideways and smiles. “Thank you. Like all craftspeople, when I cannot replicate the image I see in my mind’s eye, I become a little frustrated.”

The princess nods. “That is fair, and a trait not uncommon among my people.” She turns to face Nienor. “When you are stressed, do you often seek the open air? I had assumed as one who resided mostly in Menegroth, you would have little trouble with the caverns of Nargothrond.”

Nienor sighs and looks away from her, towards the horizon in the north. They are not entirely alone; the guards who accompanied her out the Gate stand a little way away, joined by Finduilas’. But she feels secure in the safety of the princess’s confidence, and she wants to tell her.

“I am thankful for the beauty and protection of both kingdoms. But where I grew up, our freedom was heavily restricted. I could not go outside when I wished, and even crying too loudly was dangerous.” She smiles bitterly. “I learnt early on the benefit of screaming into a pillow.”

Finduilas is quiet. Nienor digs the heel of her shoe into the soft, mossy earth.

“So yes, when I feel my temper rising, open skies often do calm me, and I take joy in my easy access to them.”

“I am sorry you had to suffer such confinement. One so fair being cruelly contained is a great wrong.”

The princess’s words are kind and understanding, and Nienor feels warmer for them. But she detects an undercurrent in them as well, and when she turns to Finduilas, she is staring unseeing, ahead.

Nienor moves slightly closer to her, so their shoulders are brushing. “I believe you had something you desired to ask me?”

“Oh, yes!” Finduilas bestows her golden smile on her. “I am aware the time of your departure is no longer far off and that the plan had been you return to Doriath before the end of autumn.”

Nienor nods.

“Well, I wanted to ask that you do not leave until spring instead. I know your mother and friends must miss you dearly, but I thought to selfishly have you here over winter.” Nienor notices the princess’s cheeks have gone slightly pink.

“I have so enjoyed your company these months and conversing with you on many matters. Oh, and we have such a lovely celebration for Yestarë! I had planned to teach you some Noldorin dances.”

Finduilas falls quiet and smiles hopefully at her. Nienor thinks she is probably grinning back, but she can’t be sure as she feels rather lightheaded and distracted by joy.

“That would be… that would –” She shakes her head, laughs, then tries again. “I am so happy you ask this of me, which I will fulfil with delight. Yes, my lady, I will stay here for as long as the maiden of Nargothrond will have me.”

The princess reaches out and entwines their fingers. “That brings me great happiness, Nienor, thank you.”

Nienor smiles and squeezes her hand in answer.

“Of course,” says Finduilas after a moment. “It is only so you can finish my portrait.”

The princess’s eyes are bright with mirth, and Nienor wishes she had her paint and easel, so she could capture that face, as it is right now, forever.

She laughs. “Yes, of course. I can think of no other reason.”

The hour is late and Nienor knows the dinner bell will be ringing soon but she must finish this section. She had been so sure that once she blended the shadows on Finduilas’ neck, it would fix its length, but she is beginning to have serious doubts.

“I can hear you getting frustrated from all the way over here.”

Nienor glances across the room to where Finduilas sits, working on some embroidery. Without looking up the princess continues, “I thought it was going better?”

Nienor sighs and then looks at the half-finished painting. This time around it had seemed so promising but now… She lets out a string of Taliska curses.

“Bëor only said those when he dropped something heavy on his foot.”

Finduilas’ expression is amused, but when she is met with brooding silence, she sighs and says, “You must be aware it isn’t as bad as you think it is. The artist is their own worst critic.”

Nienor scowls. She knows she is being contrary, but she can’t help it. It feels as if she has been working on this portrait for an eternity. Last time she went outside the leaves had turned to deep reds and ambers.

“I think Morgoth has cursed it.”

“That is not funny.” Finduilas replies seriously, but Nienor sees her lips are twitching.

“Come here,” the princess says, and Nienor walks over and slides in next to her on the divan. She curls up close, leans her head on Finduilas’ shoulder and sighs.

After a few moments of quiet and Finduilas gently massaging her tired hands, she says, “I do not even know why Elves have portraits. You will always look the same.”

Finduilas laughs and pokes her shoulder. “Well, I am not sure why Men do! You will look different in a year anyhow. I am surprised your people don’t spend their days painting.”

“I would have said we might be happier if we did, but now I’m not so sure.”

She can feel Finduilas’ soft chuckle where their bodies touch and the tight knot of annoyance in her chest loosens a little. Nienor watches the fire. The change of the seasons is not felt in some ways, in the deep of Nargothrond. But it is colder now than when she arrived.

After a while, just as Nienor feels herself becoming drowsy, Finduilas speaks. “Perhaps I am glad you are struggling with my picture so. What would you think if I told you that?”

She twists so she can see the princess’s face and raises her brows. “I would wonder if I had done something to upset you.”

“You have not.” Finduilas frowns and she automatically reaches out to smooth the lines away, but the princess catches her hand and holds it tightly. “You were right when you said the Eldar stay like our portraits forever. Yet I am thankful, for it means you have forever to keep trying. Then if you keep failing, Nienor dearest, it makes me dream that perhaps you will stay here, forever with the subject.”

Nienor does not know how to respond and there is a lump in her throat.

After a few silent seconds she says, rather helplessly, “You believe it will take me until the breaking of the world to complete one picture?”

That had been an attempt at humour, Nienor thinks. But as she speaks the words and sees the flicker of grief in Finduilas’ eyes, the effect is lost even on her. She exhales and tries to work out how best to communicate what she wishes to say.

“Because I do not have the same forever as you, beloved. If it takes me until the end of my time in Arda to finish your portrait, it matters not. For there will come a day when you and it remain exactly the same, and even my bones are dust.”

Finduilas’ eyes are shining, and she attempts to pull her hand away. But Nienor holds on and presses it to her lips.

“And that image feels me with bittersweet joy! It makes my heart ache, but it is joy, nonetheless. The idea of my love for you lingering on, here and beyond the edges of the world, where I will take it. That is forever, enough, for me.”

Finduilas’ voice comes out a little choked as she says, “I would not need a portrait to remember the artist. There are not ages of this world long enough for me to forget her.”

Nienor smiles. “Good. And it means a great deal to me that you wish me to stay. I am happy beyond words about it, beloved, please do not let my morbidity confuse you!”

The princess chuckles wetly and Nienor pulls her into an embrace.

After a few moments of playing absentmindedly with Finduilas’ escaped hair, Nienor starts to grin.

“Darling! Perhaps you gave me luck with all your talk of taking forever. For I have thought of an excellent way for me to work towards improving my painting.”

“Oh?” Finduilas pulls back and looks at her shrewdly, eyes narrowed.

Nienor bites her lip hard to keep from laughing and nods seriously. “You see, although you have been generously modelling for me, even skilled artists like myself, often feel unfulfilled by a still, fixed subject.”

“Do they?” Finduilas raises an eyebrow.

“Yes! For it does not tell us so much of what is important. The feel of features, textures, how they look in certain positions, and it is very hard to get close enough…”

The princess laughs. “Oh my, Nienor! You are awful.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she protests. “Perhaps it is all this time spent with the Noldor. I will do anything to elevate my craft.”

“And pray tell, what sacrifice did you have in mind in this case?”

“Well…” Nienor leans in and presses her lips to Finduilas’. She feels the princess smile and deepens the kiss, pressing her into the cushions.

#I wanted to write my faves being loving and cute #(and dwelling on their impending eternal sundering)#the very vague idea behind this is that Túrin never came to Nargothrond so it's still going strong #but Nienor was able to get to Doriath anyway #and Thingol and Melian have sent her to visit Orodreth and practise her court and art skills #finduilas #nienor #finduilas/nienor #finduilas x nienor #nargothrond #fanfic #my post #children of hurin #silmarillion

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sarilolla · 2 years

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Riley's fact list (Belongs to my Bee/main au)

This one-shot is connected to my main au "Hello Puppets with Bee" and is mentioned in chapter 18 of the sequel

Not a request - 1237 words

TW: Mention of past injuries, mention of past fire, mention of kidnapping, mention of past argument

Summary: Riley's fact list, showing some of what she went through since being brought to life

This is totally not a diary, how dare you assume that, Nick?

Riley's fact list — Fact #1: My name is Riley Ruckus. I am a scientist. I am a wooden puppet.

Fact #2: I have a dog named Rosco. He is the most precious being in the world to me. I have hurt him too much to count.

Fact #3: I have 3 friends people I care about love am stuck with.

Fact #4: Our creator was not a good man. He escaped. I am glad he is gone.

Fact #5: We will stand together and care for each other, forever.

Fact #6: We managed to get through the fire unharmed. We lost some of the building, but most of the hosts are still alive, for now at least.

Fact #7: We have started a form of routine. A routine is nice, even if what we are doing is despicable.

Fact #8: It has been at least 3 years now. People still try to check out the studio, but it is getting rarer.

Fact #9: I shouldn't have started picking on my fingers. My hands hurt a lot now. None of us can fix it, along with other minor injuries we all have gotten. Who would want to fix us anyway?

Fact #10: Nick is struggling with moving his elbows, having gotten too much “red paint” in them. Both Daisy and I tried to help, but he will probably struggle for a while. I told him to be careful with how he used the blood, but he didn't listen.

Fact #11: Time has begun to blur now. I can't tell how long it has been since we were brought to life. People have stopped coming to the studio for Halloween as well. A shame. I enjoyed the different costumes, and getting to scare stupid teenagers was so much fun.

Fact #12: We are considering kidnapping humans to become hosts. Whatever world domination plans Mortimer has is not going well, but he will never hear me say that.

Fact #13: I am the one kidnapping new hosts. I want to see it as an honor but- It's an honor. But it also means telling felt puppet recruits that the hosts are there willingly. The felt puppets are quite naive and most don't survive my tests.

Fact #14: Someone managed to defy the voice us. The felt puppet is named Scout. I am impressed. She failed my tests, however, so I won't see how this develops.

Fact #15: I have no clue how Scout defied the voice, but I wish I could replicate it. She was watching the last functioning TV when I found her. I think I broke it in anger, I am not sure.

Fact #16: Mortimer has said to give Scout another chance.

Fact #17: Scout failed her second chance. She met Daisy and Nick this time, somehow. She intrigues all of us, a valuable piece in this puzzle. Mortimer has let her have a third chance, which is fine with me. The more data I have on her, the better. How did she manage to defy the voice more this time?

Fact #18: We have decided to wait a while for Scout's next chance. She may be interesting to all of us, but we can't play favorites. That's what Mortimer called it at least… Knowing what we put these felt puppets through I don't think anyone would think it was playing favorites.

Fact #19: Daisy has gotten hurt, relatively badly as well. A small fire, but her arm is useless now, and it destroyed parts of her dress as well. We got the fire out though, and no more injuries occurred.

Fact #20: For the first time, Nick and I had a fight against Daisy, as in we agreed on our side of the situation. It hurt to argue against her, she is the one person I feel like I can properly talk to. We told her she couldn't keep using any of the kitchen stuff because something could start burning again. We destroyed the kitchenware that could be dangerous as Mortimer distracted her. She is really angry with us now. I hope she doesn't hate me.

Fact #21: We have gone back to a routine again. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

Fact #22: There have been fewer people around the studio recently, and I can't figure out why! Yes, maybe we had kidnapped a lot of people, but we needed the life force! It angers me, but I refuse to move outside what I have determined as the safe zone. Some things are best to be careful with.

Fact #23: I saw something odd today as I was out. I could tell someone was nearby, but I don't think they saw me. I hope not, at least.

Fact #24: I don't know how many years we have been here, but this is torture. I don't want to do this anymore. Someone has broken into the studio as well, we don't know many times. I am worried.

Fact #25: I was so close to catching that pesky human. They might have been whatever I could feel spying on me as I was out. But I don't think so. At least not the first thing that watched me.

Fact #26: The bastard human that has broken in so many times has finally been subdued. He is now Mortimer's host. We have all been wounded… I refuse to show the others what happened to me.

Fact #27: Nick made me a mask. He is a good friend.

Fact #28: My face hurts, and it is painful to talk. I don't know how long I can keep the injury hidden from the others. What the hell did that human use to hurt me?

Fact #29: We have come to the conclusion Scout will get her third chance soon. In everything that has happened, I think Mortimer just wants to rip the bandaid off and see whatever more trouble the tiny felt puppet can cause. I don't think she can mess up much more than she already has.

Fact #30: Scout is getting her third and final chance today. Her new host intrigued Mortimer, he suspects this time will be even weirder than the two first. He is keeping something secret about this human, I know it. It's not the fact she genuinely was a fan of her show, there must have been something else, as he spoke with Scout alone after she awoke.

Fact #31: Scout is a traitor. She and her host escaped. The human is called Bee, she was interesting, to say the least. I will try to go back to our regular schedule, but the fact someone on the outside now knows of us is worrisome.

Fact #32: Going back to my regular schedule has proven to work, but my thoughts are occupied. The voice doesn't like it, but the traitor and her host are consuming my thoughts. I wonder if I could escape-

Fact #33: Daisy has left. Neither Nick nor I got to say goodbye. Mortimer let her go. Will he let us as well?

#hello puppets #hello puppets fic #part of my Bee au #riley ruckus

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