#personally i did get lucky with art as i got in free to an art class that was held in an art gallery
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Hi um so I have a small question you don't need to answer but do you have any advice for new artist
hello!! first of all thank you for asking me, it means a lot!! sorry for leaving this for a few days too, i wrote this all up and then forgot to post is djgjfhsg
so, this is probably annoying advice you've heard before but genuinely? practice!!! try to draw every day, even if it's just for a little bit. also, draw from life! even if your own style is more cartoony (or you want to start drawing cartoons), drawing from life helps develop your hand eye coordination and will help you actually draw what you see in your mind. if you have any art galleries or museums nearby, take a pad of paper and a pencil along and draw the paintings and statues. if you can't do that, hell even get a bowl of fruit and draw that! if you're really set on drawing people then take a selfie! a pic with your friends! it's not cheating to draw from photos, real people move around too much to draw sometimes lol. if you want to develop your own style, look around and see what you like about others! for use of practice, copying art can be fine as long as you don't claim it as your own and if you want to post is then ask permission
another useful thing is to watch process videos! that way you get to see exactly how other artists do what they do. eg how is the line art done- one quick stroke or many short strokes? pay attention to colours too, lighting and shading is weird! shadows aren't just black, one colour can look completely different depending on its surrounding colours and stuff like that.
if btw, i completely misunderstood and you're a new artist to tumblr, not a new artist in general (although if you're asking here, you might be both), my advice for that is to tag your art properly! timings don't really matter (if you're really pressed you can schedule your posts- i do that lol) but tags allow other people to find your art! make sure your tags are relevant: the piece of media, the characters, the ship name if applicable. don't tag characters that aren't in the drawing! other good tags to include are stuff like "art", "artists on tumblr", "fanart" etc. it's also a good idea to have your own art tag, this can be as simple as "my art" (it won't get mixed up with other people using that tag, as searching on your own blog won't include posts on other's blogs) or something more specific like mine which is "vixenart" lol
i hope this will be even a little bit helpful for you :] but remember i am just one person with my opinions! you don't need to follow my advice at all, it's just from my own experience and what has helped me over the years, everyone's different!
#answered#thank you again!!! sorry for leaving this for a while#personally i did get lucky with art as i got in free to an art class that was held in an art gallery#which allowed me to draw from life/old paintings consistently for 3 hours a week#but that's basically just consistent practice‚ you dont need an art teacher to enforce it
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Sun and Moon 🌙
Lucifer x bunny!sinner!reader
No one dares to harm his little bunny
When I pre-read the chapter I accidentally read Sailor Moon instead of "Sun and Moon." Got me confused for a second💀
Soft Lucifer, Violence
You didn’t know how lucky you got when you started to date Lucifer.
His outgoing nature was so attractive to you. He was a complete contrast to your personality. He is an extrovert, and you are a complete introvert.
He liked meeting new people while you enjoy staying in his garden. He planted your favorite plants in this garden.
You cured his depression with every smile you gifted him. Sometimes Lucifer even spends time with you in the garden. Either on a picnic date or doing gardening.
Even though Lucifer could easily get gardeners to do that job, he couldn't resist how much fun you actually had. When a new flower started to grow you pulled him towards the little sprout.
You're so cute and innocent. How did you even get into hell?
You two loved the peace when you’re alone, no words need to be spoken. Just you two under the red galaxy in pentagram city.
In the winter Lucifer holds you close to his body as his wings cover the areas his body can’t hold.
Lucifer was madly in love with you.
How soft you spoken and how shy you were in other presence. Meanwhile in his presence you were hyperactive.
You showed him all kinds of things you drew and painted for him. Lucifer was so proud of you.
Ever since he found you in some bush, completely hurt and bruises scattered all over your body.
Your little bunny ears dropped in fear when you saw Lucifer approaching you. Your little tail twitched when you saw the juicy red apple in his hand.
You wanted to run off, but the apple smelled so divine and good.
You quickly snatched the Apple out of his hand and ate it in silent, your eyes never left his figure. The juice of the apple is melting on your tastebuds, and you sigh in pleasure.
This Apple taste amazing.
Lucifer chuckled at your antics. A blush creeped on your cheek and your ears covered your face.
How embarrassing the moment was for you, for Lucifer it was the cutest thing alife.
You sat down on his couch and hissed when the alcohol pad touched your open cuts. “Why were you in the bush anyways?” Lucifer giggled at the flashbacks how you sat there in the mud.
“There were some shark guys. They didn’t stop following me and I was so scared… I don’t even know where I am nor why I’m here.” Your ears sunk a bit and Lucifer regrets bringing such a sensitive topic up.
You've changed so much and grown fond of him. And that’s where everything begins.
Lucifer started to make a little bunny that looked just like you. A quick reminder of his cute little bunny girlfriend that awaits him after work.
He lets you stay in his estate to protect you at every cost. You were too adorable to not care about you.
He just loved how your tail wagged when he showed you some of his newer ducks that were inspired by your art.
The walls in his empty and cold mansion started to fill with your paintings. The old pictures of him and Lilith were slowly replaced by your art.
But one day changed everything about your relationship.
Your blood dripped down on the cold surface. The laughs from the shark guys were terrifying. You were scared out of your mind.
Your phone dropped in front of you, Lucifer contacts are complete on display. “Call your little lover boy.” You shook your head desperately. 'No.'
Lucifer was always helping you out no matter what. You don’t want to be a burden for him, but you found yourself always in trouble. You wanted to cry and disappear.
Meanwhile in the Morningstar estate Lucifer was going crazy.
He was having a phenomenal day with his daughter and when he came back.
You were gone.
All that was left was a fur ball of your h/c hair and a little note. The note burned down in his palm as he read through it.
The sharks kidnapped his precious little bunny. His wings sprung free and glides through the air like a knife through butter.
He couldn’t keep himself from punching into the shark men till they were a puddle of bloody meat.
He threw your numb body over his shoulder and flew outside, leaving the burning building behind him.
After that event your social anxiety only grew. Lucifer encouraged you to be more social, but it cost more pain than relief.
So instead he gifted you a high quality camera for a new hobby you wanted to explore a long time ago.
Photography.
How couldn't he give in when you looked so excited talking about stuff you wanted.
He left the whole pentagram knowing that no one would lay a finger on them.
No one dares to touch his precious bunny.
A/n: I couldn't help myself not to share this.
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Obey me Boys as students
Thank you for the love on my other posts, every reblog, note and follower is appreciated!
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This is more of a human high school AU, so there is more human talk than devildom.
There is a bit of Nsfw in asmodeus part, but other than that it’s pretty fluffy/maybe crack?
Lucifer
Straight A student, what did you expect?!?
But I’ll tell you, he’s honestly kind of annoying to be in a class with
He’s such a suck up without even ACTUALLY TRYING to be a suck up
When the teacher makes a mistake he 100% corrects them with no shame
But he’s still somehow a teachers pet
People hate him because they wanna be him fr fr
I honestly don’t think he’s naturally academically intelligent like belphegor or interested in subjects like Satan
The only reason why he actually tries is probably because he thinks failing academically is embarrassing
That being said I think he’s a hardworker, always practicing and learning
Definitely pulls all nighters regularly to finish assignments
Favourite subject is probably physics like a granddaddy
Has a very simplistic pencilcase in black with an ink pen
Mammon
Literal class clown
HE is the reason why class is low key fun
Everyone keeps saying he’s annoying but high key miss him when he’s not there
That being said he’s incredibly charismatic
I think he’s got lots of friends in class cause he’s super easy to be around and he’s funny asf
he’s probably one of the kids on the teachers “hate list”
Literally always gets picked on from teachers
Always goes red when they point out his mistakes but he turns it into a joke
I think he’s an average student but is crazy good at like music or something artsy
He’s that one kid who always ALWAYS forgets his stuff
If he’s lucky he might have a chewed up pen somewhere in his bag (maybe)
He’s definitely a pen biter you cannot change my mind
Leviathan
Oh boy
He’s a very shy kid, and honestly most people forget he’s there
Even the teachers which is kind of a good thing honestly
He sits in the back of the class and does his work calmly
Never talks like NEVER
Probably has one good friend in ONE class who he goofs off with but I think that’s honestly it
That being said there’s def some type of popular demon crushing on him
He has potential to be above average academically but I don’t think he cares enough
I think his favourite subject is art because he gets to practice drawing boobs I mean he gets to practice anatomy
Has a bunch of cool stationary from animes
Definitely has some sanrio type of stationary that he NEVER shares
Satan
A student that gives 110%
He would literally be the perfect student because he has this amazing combination of politeness, academic intelligence and actual academic INTEREST
would be if he didn’t absolutely despise all of the teachers
He knows more than the teachers so sitting in class is incredibly boring to him
Thinks the teachers have no teaching ability and knows he could teach this class better than them
He is such a good student for being such a bad student if you get what I mean
Super organized but not at all at the same time
Polite but disses the teachers- really it depends on the day
He loves all subjects but I think he’s a biology or maybe a literature guy wink wink
someone hc him to send answers in the groupchat while cussing them out- that is 100% Satan
He‘s probably super popular I mean, smart, pretty and a romantic- can’t get better than that! (Well lets skip over the anger issues)
Asmodeus
Your residential play boy/fuck boy!
But just add sweetness to the mix; like he makes sure the person knows his intentions before starting anything with him
That cute boy in class that has a bunch of friends and is super popular for an ACTUAL reason
He does literally EVERYTHING but pay attention
He‘s still a teachers pet though
Probably fucked a teacher to get through the year
Has a bunch of stationary and has really pretty notes even if he doesn’t know what anything means
His favourite subject is probably geography or design (art)
Beelzebub
Jock. What more is there to say?
He‘s not your typical jock, cause unlike all the other jocks he’s actually humble
(The sport bring fangol obvi)
That being said he’s crazy popular, because he’s athletic, cute, sweet, friendly and humble
People are all over him all. The. Time.
Yeah sure he might not have a whole bunch of brains and his grades are below average but at least he’s cute right???????
Yeah he’s not much of a academic person, like AT ALL- he only likes PE, maybe a little bit of art (cause it’s easy)
The teachers surprisingly don’t really care all that much about him- just a random student 🤷♀️
Belphegor
This little shit
He‘s that kid who is a genius for no reason what so ever
He reads the paragraph once and never again and still gets an A++++
He barely pays attention in class, skips like 60% of the time and still rivals Satan
Lucifer and Satan get pissy about it because he doesn’t even TRY
His fav subject is math because it’s just understanding a few rules and that’s it
His favourite saying is „mathematicians are lazy“, please tell me your teachers told you this too
He is so charming for no reason, and that makes him a little shit
All he has to do is smile and the person just melts
That being said a smile from him takes a lot of effort
He never takes his stuff to school so he just asks another person and they never hesitate to give him stuff
Teachers just don’t care about him since he barely shows up anyway 💀
Diavolo
Literally cannot focus in school
He‘s like a jock mixed with student body- super charismatic, super hot and reallyyyy popular
He‘s that one friend who has like a gazillion friends and says hi to someone every 2 minutes
But when he’s in class he cannot focus to save his life
At home he’s a mashine- finishing task after task but in school he gets distracted over every little thing
He has so many expensive items, shoes, pants, stationary EVEN HIS SOCKS
Nr.1 crush for literally anyone
Favorite subject is any social subject really
He‘s a pretty average student but his teamwork ability make him stand out
Teachers gossip about other students to him 😃
Barbatos
Straight A student, no one knows his methods
Diavolo is his best friend even if they are polar opposites
Very well liked, by students, teachers but he only willingly talks to diavolo and his crush we all know who wink wink
Very well organised, always has his stuff
Even the way he wears his uniform is neat
He‘s so mysterious…… which makes him kind of hot honestly
He probably doesn’t care about the attention though
Simeon
Ugh literally the perfect student
Smart, kind and charismatic
Literally a teachers pet
Probably is in a whole bunch of clubs
I could totally see him in the drama club
Favorite subjects; drama and literature
He probably reads shakespear in his lunch breaks
He never cusses in class- even when the teacher gets on everyone’s nerves
He has so many friends! Seriously it’s hard not to like him
That being said his weakness is computer science
Yeah not really his strong suit
Luke
Poor baby gets teased relentlessly
He is super cute though
is such a sweetheart genuinely
Don’t be mistaken if anyone actually has the guts to bully him, his 11 family members are ought to get them
He works really hard to get good grades and make Micheal and Simeon proud!
He‘s in the baking club and his favourite subject is probably science honestly
Solomon
This little shit (#2)
He‘s such a mixed bag of different student traits
He‘s lazy, but hard working
Social but introverted
Super popular but gets hated on
His favourite subject is science specifically chemistry
If you are in his chemistry class he‘ll pull some chemistry pick up lines to annoy you
He‘s also in the baking club which makes Luke get cold sweats every night
Also a huge shoutout to @kkeromenoo , thank you for the love!! Sadly I can’t respond to the comments 😭 someone pls tell me how it works..
I just also wanted to say sorry for the fact that 1) this post took so long and 2) some of the characters are shorter. Probably will edit this later, but again hope you enjoyed!
Proofread!
All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow
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Halo Pt.2
warnings: less plot, but still plot, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, biting, light blood(play), light hair pulling, body worship, oral(f receiving), light degradation, yandere themes, dub-con, think that's it
summary: in your free time you do freelance writing, doing interviews with people most would consider strand and unusual. when you recognize that one of the regulars in your coffee shop only visits in the evening, you pose the question of where you can interview him, upon his agreement, you realize this is unlike any other interview
a/n: holy shit, i am alive actually. i feel kinda horrible that i last posted in september. life got kinda crazy, i was slammed with uni and work, and had intense writer's block. anyways, i hope those of you who enjoyed the first part enjoy this one even more! i'm not entirely sure how active i'll be this semester, but i'm not going to make any promises lol. as always, i hope you enjoy and have a great day! :D ~nero
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Vampire!Seonghwa x female reader
pt.1
Seonghwa looked off to the side, inhaling a calculated breath before he spoke.
“The nightlife. Where I was before was too prosaic and mundane. It lacked character. But here? There’s a flame that ignites when the sun goes down.”
You scribbled down his last sentence wanting to maybe use it as the title for the piece when you finished. Looking back up at him, you felt your body relax and suddenly everything felt easy.
“Where were you before?”
“Everywhere. I’m a bit of a nomad, you see? I can’t stay chained to one place for too long.”
“Did you find your last locations to grow boring, or was it something else?”
“Something else. Rather of my own doing, but needing to keep my needs satiated is a necessity.”
You paused for a moment and glanced at your notebook littered with questions trying to find the next avenue you’d walk down. You hadn’t been faced with someone so careful in their speech. He was answering your questions, yes, but not in the full detail that you desired. He was making you work.
“Being a nomad, you must have a flexible job. What do you do for work and what’s your haven for play?”
A smirk formed on his face, like he knew he was stumping you. Running his fingers through his onyx locks, he went to lick his lips and you noticed the length of one of his canines peeking from behind his upper lip.
“Ah, yes. For work, I was lucky enough to benefit from years of generational wealth, but I hated the fact of that being my only accolade. So I sought after art. I always rendered an interest in building things so I thought, why not extend that to an artistic field?”
“What’s your medium?”
“Sculptures and charcoal portraits. I love capturing time in a piece. I don’t know how long this life will grant me so I enjoy partaking in affairs that allow me to immortalize that time. Remind me to show you some of my portraits.”
Nodding, you remembered the busts you saw when you entered his home, the question crossed your mind if those were his art.
“Those busts that you have in your entryway, did you make those as well?”
“So you really were quite entranced. To answer you, yes, I did create those as well. They’re of my family who have since passed on. I don’t have many left in my life so it aids me in keeping the memory of them alive.”
Moving your hair out of your face to look at him, you furrowed your brow feeling sorry for him as you processed his statement.
“Are you all alone out here?”
The concerned look on your face quickly fell to anxiety as you feared you may be prying too much into his personal life. Getting ready to speak again, Seonghwa stopped you with the gentle raise of his hand and smiled.
“You’re not overstepping any boundaries, my dove. When I agreed to sit with you, pen in hand with the recorder running, I alleviated all forms of privacy for you. You may ask me whatever you feel called to ask. I’m yours for the evening.”
A soft smile pulled at your lips as you silently acknowledged him, and thanked him for being so tender with you. His velvet voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“To answer your previous question though, yes, I am all alone. It was lonely at first, but after a while it became comfortable. Perhaps preferred. I did find that recently though, the exigent desire for a partner has been pulling at my heartstrings.”
“With your interest in the nightlife here, surely it shouldn’t be too hard to find yourself a companion. Not to mention if you’re speaking romantically, I’m sure you’d find yourself plenty of options.”
You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth, but it was already in the air now and you just had to hope and pray that he’d let it slide.
“What are implying?”
Of course, he wouldn’t.
“I’m just saying…that, you know, you are an attractive guy. It seems like you’d have a particularly easy time…weeding through people.”
“You think I have a lot of suitors?”
Seonghwa had his arms folded across his chest now, gaining pleasure from making you squirm.
“I’m saying that I think you’d have a fair amount of people to choose from, not necessarily that they’d be worthy of your time.”
You brought the pen up to your lips, feeling your anxiety swirl in your body as Seonghwa continued to hanker down on you. You glanced over at your notebook again, seeing what you could ask to divert the subject but before you had the chance to speak, Seonghwa was prying.
“Worthy of my time?”
“From first impressions, you seem…difficult to entertain. Not to be impressed by the bare minimum, which if considering this town, there is a lot of.”
Seonghwa leaned forward, smiling without showing his teeth. His aura radiated a slimy smugness that irritated you but also ignited a fire within you.
“I’d beg to differ. There are a select few I’ve come across. I wouldn’t be so certain in your statement.”
Your mind was swarmed with questions, most of them centering around who he was entertaining and if you even spared a shot with him.
“Have you found a lover yet then?”
With Seonghwa still hovering over the desk, he looked so much larger than usual. He commanded even more attention and you couldn’t bear to tear your eyes away from his as he stared you down. When he spoke, he raked his eyes over your form and was begging whatever deity was out there that you’d pick up on his hints.
“I’ve found who I want to be mine, she just doesn’t know it yet. I’ve been leaving her clues, paltry I know, but I beg that she pick up my scent soon.”
“Like a secret admirer?”
“You can call it that, yes. What I feel for her though is more than what a secret admirer could possess.”
You felt your heart drop, not even letting the delusion have time to manifest to let you think that this “she” was you. You nodded your head and looked toward your notebook again scanning over your questions to see where you wanted to take the interview next. As you went to look up at Seonghwa again, you noticed that unabated gloss cast over his eyes again. The other thing you noticed was that his eyes seemed to change color. It was hard to tell for sure in the dim lighting of the study, but you swore you were seeing flecks of red in his irises.
As you inhaled to speak, you felt your body freeze and an indistinguishable tingle ran rampant through your limbs. Panic registered across your pupils as you tried to move but soon recognized that you were glued to the chair. Your limbs were attached to the wood of the desk as if your skin were made to melt into the surface. Suddenly as you looked at Seonghwa, you realized that you recognized this feeling, the energy that was emanating across from you. It was all too familiar.
It wasn’t sleep paralysis. It was him.
“Ahh, yes it was, my dove. I’m disheartened that it took you this long. Thought the journal would’ve been clue enough.”
Feeling that static in your fingers trail up your arm and down through your body, you felt control over yourself again. You pressed your back flesh against the chair, a feeble attempt at creating space between you two. Your vision was unfocused for a moment and in the blur created, you understood that the man across you was the figure in the corner of your room last night. Your breath quickened with fear, but something else mixed in with your emotions that you couldn’t quite place yet.
“Y-you we’re in my room last night?… Why?”
Seonghwa stood up slowly, his hands planted firmly on the desk. His frame which was at first sleek and inviting was now imposing and ravening. His eyes were boring into you making you feel so minuscule under his gaze. His tone was low, almost near a whisper, but his next words sent a chill down your spine.
“Because I can’t bear to leave you alone.”
Your eyes blew wide in panic, fear present in your features. You wondered how you could find a way out of this, a way to remedy the situation but you felt completely and utterly trapped. You looked behind you to the door of the study and defeat enveloped you as you came to the conclusion that any attempt you made to escape would prove to be fruitless. As you returned your gaze to Seonghwa, he was shaking his head, a grin cast on his face.
“How could you even think about leaving so early when we haven’t finished the interview yet, y/n? I’ve looked forward to this all day, I’d hate for it to end so soon.”
Seonghwa furrowed his features into a pout, persuading you to swallow your fear and sit forward. Maybe, if you indulged in him he’d let you leave. As Seonghwa sat back in his seat, a new wave of questions ran through your brain. Whether or not you’d include this in the posted interview, you needed closure for yourself. Asserting yourself in your spot, you sat taller, your gaze piercing his as he did to you moments before. Your voice carried a dominance that hadn’t been present all evening.
“How long have you been following me?”
“Fiesty are we?”
“Hwa, how long have you been on my tail?”
“My dove, I’m disappointed. How could you not realize all those rotten feelings you felt when you stepped out of your car were because of me?”
His face was sickening, he was enjoying this. The smile that painted his face was sardonic and it made acrimony bubble within you. All those weeks where you felt like you were going brainsick were because of him.
I can’t believe him right now
“Better start believing y/n. At least you have the comfort of knowing you’re not demented.”
“Stop doing that!”
It was freaking you out that nearly every thought you had about him he had a response to. He was inside your head and you couldn’t place how he was doing it.
“Doing what, darling?”
“That! Being in my head! How are you doing that?!”
Your fear was making you hostile and agitated. You felt completely out of control and you hated every second of it. You were in a stranger’s house, agreeing to come based on the hopes that you’d get something out of this and now you were shackled in this room with a stalker. You stared down at your notebook trying to fit the pieces of all of this together. The thought finally dawned on you that he knew where you lived, and it was no mere coincidence that the journal you found at your front door perfectly matched the pen he gave you. Your eyes landed on a bookshelf behind you and you noticed a horrifying similarity between what was sitting on the shelves and what was resting underneath your hands.
“Ask me.”
Your head whipped to Seonghwa’s voice, not daring to disrespect him for you were fearful of the consequences.
“Ask you what?”
“Ask me how I know your thoughts.”
You inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the answer you were about to be given. Sighing you looked straight into his eyes, and that’s when you noticed the color of them changed. A deep carmine colored his irises now. Your eyes squinted, trying to understand his motive now.
“How do you know what I’m thinking.”
He inhaled a breath, mocking you. He smiled at you, something sickeningly sweet about it.
“Vampirism. Vampirism is how I know. Vampirism is also how I’ve been able to stalk you without the thought of me ever crossing your mind. It’s the reason why I was in your bedroom, why I could never leave your thoughts, why you were entranced by me. By design, you were meant to be allured by me and you were. Which is why you’re sitting across from me.”
You were stunned. You always entertained the idea of supernatural creatures, but never did you think that were actually real. Never in your lifetime did you think that you’d be face to face with a vampire and with that knowledge you were now more fearful of your situation. Your next words flew from your mouth without any chance to filter.
“What do you feed on?”
Seonghwa leaned forward and smiled, the tip of one of his fangs peeking out onto his bottom lip.
“Whatever I can get my hands on. I have to say though, the more fear that exudes from my dinner makes the taste that much more delectable. And you, my sweet y/n, are absolutely intoxicating right now. Almost as sweet as last night. Gods, it took everything in me not to devour you then.”
You held your composure, but something stirred in your lower stomach. Radiating heat between your thighs.
Arousal.
You were feeling aroused by his words, and you were ashamed by it. Here you were, at the mercy of a stranger and yet, you were aroused by the transparency of his truths. You tried to push the feeling to the back of your mind, but something was bringing your innermost fantasies about Seonghwa forward. His eyes were indulging in you in sheer gluttony, looking at you like prey and you couldn’t help but think that he was holding back on what his inner monologue consisted of.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
You leaned forward, asserting yourself now that a lustful wave crashed over your body.
“So that’s what gets you off? Carnal urges, is it?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“While true, it is what I heard prior to you speaking.”
Rolling your tongue across your teeth, you were through with the antics.
“What’s on your mind now, Hwa?”
He smiled flashing his teeth, his fangs on full display.
“Truthfully, I’m running through all the ways I want to consume you. To make you mine. And it’s becoming quite painful to ignore.”
You wanted to call his bluff, to catch him off guard even with the disadvantage of him invading the privacy of your mind. You stood up from the chair, the legs creating a painful scratching sound across the wood. You walked around the edge of the desk and positioned yourself in front of him, gently laying your hand on the table in front of his, your fingertips barely touching. Leaning down, you stared into his piercing garnet eyes damning yourself to cosset in the feelings that were licentious in nature. Wetting your bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, you felt your eyes blow in temptation and you knew he was aware of every second of it.
“Then do something about it. Live up to this lavish vampiric character you’ve laid out for me.”
With the passing of a second, the roles of power drastically shifted. His body moved with a swiftness that you hadn’t experienced and before you had a chance to register what happened, you were caged underneath his frame with your hips nailed against the side of the desk. His slender hand snaked its way to your neck, wrapping his deft fingers around your face and forcing you to look at him.
“Careful, pet. I don’t think you understand the gravity of your words.”
Eyes darkening with lust, you smirked at him feeling a sense of power as you watched him lose control in front of you. Moving your body to sit on top of the desk, you rolled your neck, exposing your most vulnerable space of skin to him.
“You reek of luxuria, have you any shame?”
“Not any more than you.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you trailed your hand up to the nape of his neck, goosebumps forming in its wake. You curled your fingers into the hair resting on his neck feeling fulfilled as you watched his body shiver in unabashed desire for you. His chest heaved heavy breaths as his lust for you was becoming harder to control. Seonghwa let his head fall into the conjunction of where your neck and shoulder met, his breath creating an intense humidity that only aided your arousal.
Pulling at his hair, you positioned him to look at you head-on. His eyes were blown wide, the red of his irises nearly covered up by the black of his pupils. His breathing was still heavy and you could feel a small bulge prodding at your inner thigh. Rolling your hips into his, you watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, only the white of his sclera showing. As he breathed out, a small whimper was swallowed in his throat. Pulling at his hair, he opened his eyes to look at you.
“Devour me, Seonghwa.”
Any suppression of his feelings turned into a zealous carnal display of affection. His lips were on yours in a second, hot and impassioned. His hands roamed over the exposed flesh of your thighs, indenting the skin with his fingers each time he squeezed. Your head was squirming with floating ideas and wrestling with the plain fact that you were getting exactly what you wanted.
As Seonghwa swiped your bottom lip, silently asking for permission, you parted your mouth just enough to grant your tongues the freedom to fight for dominance. With one roll of your tongue into his mouth, the side of your tongue was swiped by the point of his fang. It sent a chill down your spine but excited you even further. Feeling bold, you closed the space of your lips and bit down on his bottom lip, pulling away from him as you watched him with hooded eyes.
Letting your hands snake down his torso, you hooked your fingers into his belt loops pulling him closer to your clothed center. Gently rolling your hips, you were thankful that you wore a skirt as your aching cunt ghosted over his jean covered cock. Looking up at him, your eyes were blown and you could feel the sexual adrenaline raging through your body.
“I want you, Seonghwa. I want you to make me yours.”
Seonghwa looked down at you, a knowing smirk painting his mouth as he gingerly put his finger under your chin.
“Aww, how sweet. But darling, you were mine the moment I laid my eyes upon you, don’t you get that? I just needed that sweet invitation to fall from your pretty lips.”
In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa’s hands found their way underneath the fabric of your shirt. His hands were like ice, but the contrasting temperature soothed the raging heat dancing across your skin. There was an uncontrollable need and you felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. Your body kept rolling into his and you couldn’t quell the small moan that escaped your throat.
“Excited, hmm?”
Your eyes were pleading, needing to feel something other than his hands roaming your body.
“Do something, please. I’m begging you.”
Seonghwa brought his face to the side of yours so that his lips grazed the shell of your ear. He was breathing slowly, almost methodically and it made your heartbeat race. When he spoke, your eyebrows furrowed at his lower tone.
“Just something?”
You mewled at him, tired of the teasing, but what he did next was not what you expected. One of his fangs made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck and you moaned out as the tip of it impaled your skin. Seonghwa pulled away, his tongue swiping at the tiny drop of crimson staining his tooth. His eyes darkened as he smirked at you and indulged in your metallic taste. You felt him roll his hips into yours, his cock growing harder as he imagined how it would feel to feed off of your naked body.
Growing impatient from the wanton ache that settled in your cunt, you pushed Seonghwa away from you and your body off of the desk. Making yourself as big as possible, you guided his body backward until his knees met the lip of the couch in the study. As his form gracefully plopped into the cushions, you tore your top off throwing it on the floor behind you. You straddled Seonghwa’s thighs, grinding your hips down into him as you made contact with his lap. You cupped his face as you let your body control your actions rather than your mind. Pulling him close, your lips danced a dangerous waltz of spit and tongue as he began to feel dizzy from the intensity.
Seonghwa was enjoying this obscene side of you, his nimble fingers gripping at your skin any chance he got. Pulling away from his lips, his mouth chased yours not ready for the kiss to end so soon. Placing your hands on his chest, you allowed yourself the time to admire his form. His perfectly sculpted body that was encased so delicately by the mesh he wore. You sucked your bottom lip behind your teeth as you gripped the fabric into your fist grinding down into his erection.
His hips rolled up into yours and his breathing quickened as he devoured you with his eyes.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“More than you know.” You panted out
Seonghwa patted your thigh and nodded his chin behind you.
“Up.”
You pushed yourself off of him, suddenly hyper-aware of your insecurities. They didn’t have long to manifest as his voice pulled you from your thoughts. He grabbed your hand leading you out of the study, down the hallway, and guided you into his bedroom.
“Never. Think such dreadful things about yourself, my dove.”
Seonghwa gently placed you down on the edge of his opulent bed, his bedroom far too extravagant for you to fully appreciate right now. Nodding his head behind you, you understood his cue to scoot back and your eyes never left him as he crawled over your body.
“It’s simply just, if I’m going to ravage you in the ways I’ve dreamt so vividly, it wasn’t going to happen on that vapid couch.”
He placed gentle kisses on your jawline, nipping slightly at the skin near your earlobe. Seonghwa then dragged his nose down the valley of your breasts and stopped at the hemline of your skirt. The heat and your arousal turn near suffocating under the constraints of your panties.
“You deserve to be tasted, worshipped. To be given a night of passion. And I, my sweet y/n, am going to give you all of that and more.”
His voice turned more gruff the more his sentence trailed on. What you failed to realize was that due to the angle he was at, your arousal was like his personal parfum and it was dreadfully intoxicating. He acted with no haste as he dragged your skirt down your legs, taking your underwear with it. You felt embarrassment quickly wash over your body as you felt the stick of your arousal stretch between your needy lips and the ruined cotton.
Now fully exposed to him, you had nowhere to hide and it excited you. He pressed his nose against your clit, the action sending a savage bolt of lust through your body. Your body shivered as he took a deep inhale of your scent, his tongue following soon behind with a flattened lick across your folds. The moan that left you was covetous and echoed off the walls of his bedroom.
Seonghwa lapped at your folds like a ravenous dog and your sounds only egged him on. Your hips were riding his face, unable to get enough of him. When your hand found refuge in his inky locks, he moaned into your pussy, the vibrations bringing you to the precipice of your orgasm. With one hand gripping at his hair and the other fisting the sheets, you were moaning like a rapacious whore.
“Hwa, fuck! Hwa I’m gonna cum!”
Seonghwa gripped his hands tighter around your hips, shoving your cunt as close as possible to his mouth. Seonghwa focused on your clit, fluttering his tongue against your sensitive bud before sucking your orgasm right out of you.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
Seonghwa didn’t give you a chance to ride out your first orgasm, instead, he continued sucking on your tender rosebud and let the aftershock of your second climax wash over you. Your body shook in intervals of vibrating lust. Chillis littering your body as you relished in the feeling he just bestowed upon you. Lifting himself from between your legs, he hovered over you with a satisfied smirk plastered on his lips. Soon his lips were on yours again and the tangy taste of yourself swept across your tastebuds. Pulling away from you, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“You taste even better than what I dreamt of.”
You couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that he wanted you just as bad and your mouth moved quicker than your mind.
“Y-you’ve dreamt of me?”
An airy chuckle left his throat.
“Darling, if you question my likening for you one more time tonight, I’m going to have to chain you to my bed and fuck any trace of doubt out of you.”
Your hole squeezed around nothing and courage found itself in you again. Flipping your bodies over, you sat on top of his lap, your arousal spreading all over the top of his jeans. Undoing his belt, the sexual tension was fervid and it was as if you couldn’t move your hands fast enough. His cock was straining against the layers of fabric and you needed it straining against your walls.
Pulling his jeans down his legs with his underwear, you knelt down, prepared to offer up all your oral skills known to man. Before you could ghost your lips over his tip, Seonghwa’s hand found your chin and titled you to look up at him.
“There will be plenty of times for you to taste me, tonight though is about our collective ecstasy. To lose ourselves in one another.”
His hand pulled you closer to him and you straddled your legs over his. His leaky and libertine cock teasing your entrance as you hovered over him. His hair lay disheveled across his face all thanks to your hands and he somehow looked even more desirable than before. With puffy lips and heavy eyes, you needed him in every way imaginable.
Lowering yourself down onto his cock, you weren’t prepared for how big he’d feel as you took him in inch by inch. He thickened as you reached his base and made you feel so full. As you bottomed out on him, both of you moaned in harmonious synchrony that made you wish you could have it on repeat.
“Hwa~! You’re so—so big.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you squeezed his length inside of your velvety walls. You placed your hands on his shoulders needing something to ground yourself on. Seonghwa’s hands purchased themselves on your hips awaiting your movements.
“Call me that again.”
You rolled your hips, your walls fluttering as you looked down at him.
“Hwa~”
You let your forehead rest against his as your body began to ride his perfect cock. Your moans creating the quintessential licentious atmosphere.
“Hwa, baby…you feel so good.”
Your mind was racing, not really paying attention to the words that left your mouth. But you wished you did.
In seconds, the use of the pet name rendered you at his mercy. Only for a moment did his cock leave your seraphic cunt as your bodies were flipped once again. Seonghwa entered you with such a force that you could only describe as concupiscent and raw. Your nails immediately dug themselves into his back and the sounds that left him were more obscene.
“Oh, God!”
“God is nowhere in this room, nor will he ever be, Pet.”
His moans were tantalizing, hypnotizing you even more so under his spell. His thrusts were deep and calculated, abusing your G-spot with every hit. If God wasn’t in this room, all that Seonghwa was making you feel definitely felt like it. You’d never felt euphoria like this before, it was sinful in every sense of the word and made it feel like there truly was a reason for Him to have died for our sins. Feeling a pool of heat begin to settle near the bottom of your stomach, you wrapped your legs around his waist caging him to you.
“Y/nnn, I can’t hold myself back much longer.”
As your walls fluttered around him one more time you shook your head, your voice coming out with more air than you anticipated.
“Me n-neither.”
You kissed him again, impassioned and frenzied. Panting against his lips, your nails found solace in his back again. His breath was creating humidity in your neck and you enjoyed every second of it. Looking into his eyes, there was more swimming in them than just lust.
“I want all of you. I want to feel every part of you Hwa. I need you. I need you so bad, H~wa!”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nails dug deep crescents into his skin. As you begged him for all he had to give he did just that as his mouth snuck its way to your neck and his fangs sunk into your skin.
The feeling of the puncture was just what you needed to peer over the horizon of your orgasm and crash into the sea of its entirety. Seonghwa was still pumping his hard cock into you and then you felt a familiar warmth flood your walls. Your body squirmed underneath him and slowly your vision began to blur. Before you had the chance to completely lose consciousness, you watched Seonghwa slice his tooth into his wrist and felt the crimson drain over your lips as he pressed his wrist to your mouth.
“Drink, my sweet dove.”
His voice was so sweet. Like a siren’s as you drifted into a slumber that was filled with nothing but pleasure.
~*~
When you awoke, you were still lay in his massive bed, but your body was covered in a black silk nightgown and you smelled faintly of sandalwood and frankincense. You turned your head to the left and then to the right only to find that the bed was empty.
Where did he go?
You pushed yourself up to sit in the bed only to be met with the worst headache in your life. It felt like your entire body was pounding in pain and the drumming of it only kept getting louder. Wincing, you heard the handle click open on the bedroom door, revealing Seonghwa with an assortment of food, water, and a glass of red liquid. Wine maybe?
“I could hear you worrying from across the house. Trust, I’ll never be far from you. Now—I know you’re probably in a decent amount of pain right now, but it’ll soon fade in the next few days. Your body can still take normal food just not in large quantities. Here.”
His voice trailed off as he tore a piece of the croissant laying on one of the few small plates on the tray. Holding it up, he raised his eyebrows encouraging you to open your mouth. Obliging, you gently took the piece of bread from him, chewing slowly as you tried to make sense of your reality.
“Did you…did you turn me?”
“Yes.”
You nodded.
“So that means, I’ll be like this forever? Like you?…With you?”
You saw something like fear flash in his eyes for a moment. Or maybe it was regret?
“Yes. And if you’d like to spend your days with me then it does seem that way my sweet dove. If you feel otherwise I will not hold you back. Although, I will admit I will have a hard time staying away from you.”
He smiled, almost jokingly in a way that softened your heart.
This must be who he is behind that mask
“Forever with you doesn’t sound so bad.”
You blinked up at him, a smile spreading across your own face.
“I was hoping you’d say something like that.”
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Funny story: when I first found your art I was reluctant to read the fic, because I thought there is absolutely no way that one person can be this talented in two different art forms (drawing and writing). Boy was I wrong. Now Clora and Seb live in my heart and mind rent free. 🥹 Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. 😁
BAHAHA AWW THIS IS BOTH SO FUNNY AND NICE😭💖 like damn, whats her secret.....🤔🤔🤔 (its brainrot. the secret is brainrot. draw and write obsessively enough and for long enough and you're bound to get decent at it eventually BAHHAA) BUT THANK U and im glad u gave my fic a shot in the end 🥹im fr so lucky to have ppl that like both my art AND my fic it feels like im in a lil book club sometimes its so fun so THANK U ALL 💖💖
I WANNA DRAW THIS NOW but seb likes how soft/small she is, bc it makes her nice to hug and also reminds him of how delicate and feminine she is and how much he wants to protect her. and PHYSICALLY clora likes sebs freckles and his eyes (and also how toned and lean he is, which she'll only really admit to when shes drunk BAHHAA)
SURPRISIGNLY IVE NEVER READ ANY HARRY POTTER FANFICTION, not in hogwarts legacy OR the og harry potter. ive read all the books and when i did, ron x hermione was my main ship, and idk, i guess i never got into the fandom enough to want to find fanfics bc the books satisfied me on their relationship enough. but yea, ron/hermione is the only thing i really shipped, though before HL came out i DID consider/was about to go look for dramione fics since i was craving that good girl/bad boy dynamic and i knew that was a big thing with dramione (but then i ended up just making my own in the end LMAO)
@dokuroskull23 ASTARION NO QUESTION WHICH I SEE U AGREE WITH BASED ON UR PFP LOOL. I LOVE MY VAMPIRE TWINK AND I LOVE PRETTY BOYS (i still need to finish bg3 tho...i got to act 3 before stopping bc i wasnt happy with my character. and now that mods are out im gonna completely restart and make my tav even hotter LMFAO)🧎♀️🧎♀️
LMFAO "TITS ANON" as per whats on your government ID. (this is actually just clora now) but also THANK U GLAD U LIKED IT, MORE VARSTITTY JACKET + HOODIE SEB IS ON THE WAY, TRUST💖✍️✍️
#to the anons who asked to see seb in a maid outfit and also asked what seb would do if he saw clora in his shirt.....those are coming#LMAO idk when just know that they ARE bc i wanna draw something for them#ask#i wanna draw seb in a maid outfit and clora in a butler outfit LMAO#im gonna draw clora in cloricas outfit from rune factory 4...itll come full circle since thats the character i based cloras name off of
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If there's one part about Vegeta's arc that I absolutely love, it would be this:
His regression in season 8 was very well done. It wasn't shoehorned in and it made sense. I remember seeing on Reddit years ago people complaining about this specific part of his arc, saying that it made no sense for him to regress the way he did when he was redeemed at this point. But consider this. It makes perfect sense when you factor in one thing: he wasn't redeemed yet. He was still going through his redemption arc by this point.
Vegeta wasn't raised to be a family man. He was raised to be a killing machine. He was raised with the idea in mind that he would one day be the king of the Saiyan race. All of that got taken away from him. His belief that he was the strongest Saiyan alive was taken when Goku became a Super Saiyan and defeated Frieza, and again when Gohan became a Super Saiyan 2 and killed Perfect Cell. And then Goku makes the choice to stay dead instead of coming back to life via the dragon balls. So now, Vegeta's one rival, the person who he swore he would one day surpass and defeat is gone for good. So all Vegeta has left at this point is the family he created with Bulma. Something that he most likely never envisioned for himself. So he decides to live a life on earth with her and their son.
Everything seems to be going fine for Vegeta....until the World Martial Arts Tournament happens. And Goku decides to return on this one day so that he can participate. Suddenly, all of the feelings that Vegeta bottled up over the last 7 years since Goku's death comes rushing to the surface. Finally, after all this time, Vegeta could finally prove that he's better than Goku. They even get matched up to fight each other in the tournament! How lucky is that, right? And then this guy happens:
And just like that, Vegeta's chance to fight Goku is now shattered thanks to this new threat to Earth. Instead of his attention being on him, Goku has his sights set on defeating Buu before he can be revived. For the entire time Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, and the Supreme Kai are in Babidi's lair, Vegeta is angry. He's waited 7 years for the chance to fight Goku again, and now that he finally gets the chance to do so, this happens. We see Vegeta's mood get worse and worse throughout the time they fight Babidi's minions, and it's gets so bad to the point where Babidi is able to get Vegeta under his control. Now, as Vegeta pointed out later on, he actually could of fought off Babidi's mind control. But he chose not to. Why? Because he saw how powerful Babidi's minions were while they were under his control. So Vegeta figured he could use some of that power to do this:
Fight Goku without any interruptions. Which is what he wanted from the start. Even though he knew that fighting would give more energy to Buu and thus revive him, Vegeta didn't care. So long as he got to fight Goku. Keep in mind that this is the same guy who let Semi-Perfect Cell absorb Android 18, despite the fact that he knew it could end up being a bad decision. But Vegeta didn't care because he wanted a good fight.
Now there's one line that Vegeta said to Goku during this fight that always stuck with me from the moment I heard it back when I was a kid. When Goku asks him why did he do all of this, Vegeta responds with "Because I wanted him to reawaken the evil within my heart. I wanted him to return me to the way I was...BEFORE!!! I WAS THE PERFECT WARRIOR! COLD AND RUTHLESS! I LIVED BY MY STRENGTH ALONE! UNINHIBITED BY FOOLISH EMOTION!!! But slowly...over the years... I became one of you. My quest for greatness gradually giving way to this life of mediocrity. I awoke one day to find that I had settled down and formed a family. I had even grown quite fond of them. Would you believe, I almost started thinking that the Earth was a nice place to live. Do you understand now, Kakarrot? That's why I needed Babidi! To set me free! By releasing the evil within my heart! He has freed me of these petty attachments. And I have to say it feels pretty good."
That entire speech he gave to Goku summarized PERFECTLY the internal conflict that Vegeta had going on within him. On the one hand, he wants this. He wants to feel strong again. He wants to defeat Goku and prove that he's better than him once and for all. He wants the life of a warrior back, because for so long that's all he knew. But on the other hand, he knows that the way he's going about it is wrong. Like he just admitted to Goku, there's a small part of him that loves the life he made for himself, and that he loves his family, too. Which is why Goku then says to him "Do you really believe what you're saying?". Now, Vegeta doesn't respond to this, but he doesn't have to. His silence is his answer. After that, the long awaited fight between these two begins. And after a while, Vegeta does come to the realization that he fucked up big time, and that he needs to do something to make up for it. Which is why he does this:
He knocks Goku out while his back is turned. Why? Because he wants to fight Majin Buu alone. Because if it hadn't been for Vegeta's desire to fight Goku, Majin Buu probably wouldn't have gotten the energy he needed to be revived. So Vegeta decides to take full responsibility for everything and take on Buu himself. To me, this is when his redemption arc comes full circle, because of his sacrifice. He knows that he can't beat Majin Buu through normal means, so what does he do? Blow himself up in an explosion that he's certain will destroy Buu along with him.
Vegeta even says in his mind that he's doing this for Bulma, Trunks, and even Goku. Something that I'm pretty sure a lot of us never thought we would ever hear him say. That he's doing something for other people. That he's not doing this for himself. I'm pretty sure that he saw this as his way to atone (hence why this move is called "final atonement" in the video games) but the fact remains that he did it anyway. Sure, we see Vegeta get angry when Perfect Cell killed Future Trunks, but still. That moment can't compare to this one. All in all, Majin Vegeta is the best part of Vegeta's redemption arc and the way how it's written really did an excellent job in wrapping it up.
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Baby, I'm Yours (sana)
“You’re so pretty, it hurts. Baby, I’m yours.” — Isabel Larosa
➼ Genre: pure fluff
➼ Pairing: Minatozaki Sana x fem!reader
➼ Themes: childhood friends to lovers, celebrity!sana
[wc: 1k+]
➼ Summary: Minatozaki Sana was your best friend since childhood. The best friend you were always in love with. This is a short story on how you became her girlfriend. It was all thanks to one song.
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Minatozaki Sana was an actual work of art to you. Almost as if she was painted with heaven’s brush. Long brown hair with some small, gentle waves like a gorgeous ocean, moving slow and steady. Any color for her hair suited her honestly. Any style she did as well. Her beautiful eyes that you could feel lost in for days. Lips that were pretty and cute; perfect in shape and size, always looking extremely soft and kissable. Everything about this woman was just so perfect. Sana was so pretty to you, it actually hurt.
How you ended up with her? You understand but sometimes you wondered how lucky you were. She could pick anyone in the world but she chose you. You were her girlfriend for a few years now, going strong and the love never died. You just kept falling for her, over and over again but she was also so smitten with you. She was incredibly sweet to you.
Even before you started dating her, you knew you were always hers. You two started off as childhood friends and since then, you adored her. It wasn’t only outer beauty that she had, it was also inner. She ended up becoming a popular singer but never forgot about you nor left you behind. She wasn’t that kind of person. They say fame changes people but not her. When she can, she spends almost all her free time with you.
You were also beautiful, you just couldn’t see it but Sana always saw it. Maybe you fell for her first but she was always yours too. It took some time and courage as you two got older until one day it burst.
You two were out, at a beautiful park when you noticed a small stage set up. With your hand holding Sana’s, you started guiding her to the area to see the singer. Both of you appreciating music so much, she happily let you guide her. Not many people were here which was nice too. It wasn’t a rowdy atmosphere. The air was so peaceful and the sun was beaming down. Thanks to that singer however and her one song, your feelings came out to reach Sana.
It wasn’t even a full song yet. The singer just gave a preview of it but already, it was amazing. The singer wasn’t very well known, she was new. Before she did that preview, she was singing her full songs and Sana had started slow dancing with you. This scene felt like it was straight out of a romance movie. The tone of this singer’s music was just wonderful to get lost in and dance slow to. Then that preview came and the singer’s words went, “you’re so pretty it hurts… baby I’m yours, baby I’m yours…”
You were staring into Sana’s eyes as the words came from the singer’s lips. Your heart felt like exploding because those words described it all so you let it out, “Sana, I’m in love with you. You actually are so pretty that it hurts and all I want is to be yours… I’m sorry.” Both of you stopped dancing and the world became mute for this moment. Everything felt blurred, the only focus was you and her. You started looking away once you said “I’m sorry,” and you went to move backwards but she gripped you tight to keep you in place.
“Y/N, do you really mean that?” Her sweet voice asked, almost in a whisper. You looked back at her eyes and saw them forming small tears but showing complete surprise in a good way. She looked at you as if it was impossible that you loved her but hoping that’s what she just heard.
It made your heart swell more, “yes… I have been in love with you since forever. I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You’re my best friend and you’re so loved. I figured some other popular singer probably captured your heart… I don’t know—“ she cut off your rambling although she also found it precious.
“I always loved you too, Y/N… still do. How did you not see it? ” Sana said and it was your turn to be shocked.
“But…” you started and she responded quick, “no buts. I’m always with you when I can be. My actions and words were always out of love. You are so beautiful to me, in and out. It was killing me knowing I was only your best friend. There were times I wanted to reach out and just kiss those gorgeous lips or just hold you for hours without letting go… anything.”
Then it hit you. All the memories and moments. Sana did stare at you sometimes with a look of awe. Sana was always so affectionate with you. All the cheesy good morning and good night messages. The way she played with your hair then snuggled up to you after. The constant cheek or forehead kisses you got from her. You felt so blinded.
“Just because I’m a singer doesn’t mean I was gonna abandon you. No matter who I meet, even the biggest stars; you are the only one that constantly occupies my mind.” A tear finally fell from her as she spoke all these words.
You pulled up your hand to her cheek, softly brushing away the tear.
“Then Sana, would you please be mine?” You had so many butterflies as the question came out but also the joy you felt was huge.
“Baby, I was always yours… but yes. Please be mine too.” She moved in closer to you and you replied, “always yours, darling.” The space between you two got smaller and smaller until she finally closed the gap, capturing your lips in a long awaited soft but passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around her neck, eyes fluttering closed as you enjoyed every second of it. Deepening the kiss, she tasted as sweet as she sounded, even was. Sana was the definition of sweet. It was a complete dream come true but suddenly, you heard claps. You two abruptly stopped kissing, remembering you’re at the park and looked around to see the singer and some of the audience clapping at you both. Both of you getting flushed with embarrassment, cheeks turning red. You smiled awkwardly, hiding behind Sana and burying your face in her back to which she just laughed, saying “thank you” to the kind people while thinking how adorable your shyness is.
There were a few people that could recognize who Sana was and you were sure, the news would break out but she did not care. She was proud of your relationship and she knew her fans would give support.
You were hers and she was yours, finally. Years will go by and through thick and thin, you love each other unconditionally.
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©renewoos
Thank you for reading this if you did. Hope you enjoyed it. Take care~ (& yes, I kept deleting my tumblr lol this story has been up here before)
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2023 in review - recs & highlights
Happy New Year and thank you @sorrybutblog for the tag 🥂I wasn’t very active in 2023 tbh, after May I couldn’t find time or inspiration to read new things or write single recs so I focused on list requests instead. But I’m very proud of all the little things I’ve accomplished! They’ve brought me so much joy and I’m pleased with how they came about. I’m sharing below my personal highlights and would to see everyone else’s. Consider this an open tag and feel free to @ me!
✨this year I jumped right back into my anime & manga phase (I’ve loved it for as long as I’ve loved Drarry) and it’s been a thrill to discover and revisit some top notch BL stories. I did two reclists (part 1 and part 2) for fun without really expecting any interest but the feedback was so lovely I’m now planning a part 3!
✨ got so many special gifts! I was absolutely mindblown by @epitomereally’s lovely and creative LA, Who Am I To Love You? for my Wireless prompt; I got hot and bothered over this delicious nsfw art by @maesterchill; and fell deeper in love with Harry/Ron thanks to @writcraft’s stunning Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark. I’m so lucky to have these wonderful and talented friends! thank you ❤️
✨ loved doing these sexy rec lists for V Day: heartbreak & rarepair romance
✨ as I said I haven’t read much this year, so imagine my shocked pikachu face when I saw that I did 8 fest rec lists this year! two are still incomplete (Career Fair and Erised) but I’ll get there
✨ it was such a blast to join @hprecfest and share 31 daily recs throughout December. not only I got my mojo back to rec some of my fave hidden gems, I also found many new incredible fics thanks to everyone who participated. I was especially happy to see a big amount of love for rare pairs!
✨ I also did two cute holiday-themed lists: Christmassy reads and NYE reads!
✨ finally, following tradition I just posted my end of the year lists: Drarry + Rare pair. a bit shorter than usual but done with just as much love!
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BPP, sorry if you've answered this question before but what is your best song from Face?
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I’ve had a rethink. I think Face-off is now my favourite song on the album.
Set Me Free Pt 2 is still top 3, but Jimin’s enunciation on Face-off brings a smile to my face every time I hear it because that man is too damn sassy for his own good lool.
In the latest Suchwita episode, Hobi revealed that Jimin practiced live singing six hours everyday before and during FACE promotions.
Six hours. Every day.
That made me pause. I started thinking about everything that happened during FACE. I don't talk about this at all here because I won't ever share personal pictures and I know I was incredibly lucky and many other people here likely deserved to see him before I did, but I saw Jimin live during his very first shows for FACE.
He was so happy. The joy on his face and the way he worked the crowd... like a fish in water. He gave some of the best performances of the year during FACE promotions. The whole project and the thoughtful way he went about promoting the album, is noteworthy.
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(You should watch this if you haven't already)
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But then I remembered the BS, the way k-pop stans reacted to the album, to the MVs, to the encore stage, the way BTS akgaes indulged in their sociopathy on his account, how BigHit failed (the anger Jimin biases feel is justified but some of y'all are wallowing in it). I remembered a few of Jimin's Wlives, how so much has been going on for him this year, and then tried to fit 6 hours daily practicing into it...
I have to stop myself when I think about Jimin. He has such latent intensity, like a glamour, a force field around him... it's like a black hole that sucks everything, including you, into him and his world. It scares me.
I know I whine about Jimin biases but y'all amaze me ngl. It takes a special fortitude of heart to bias Jimin. This post already sounds incredibly effusive, but I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say he's a truly beautiful person. It's almost as though the world does not deserve him. It's impossible to not love him, desire him, care for him... want more sooner for him. I see all that, but I also see that man is stubborn as fuck.
He took his time to start work on his solo album. The middle of the Vegas concerts is when he said he suddenly came to his senses, shook himself out of that trance, and earnestly started putting together the FACE project. He'd written songs before, but FACE was its own thing. The personal stories he chose to communicate, the care in lyricism and production, the quality... Jimin created art in FACE and trusted that those who care for nothing but the best, will love it.
That's sexy, but the way he went about it also betrays a conservatism in him. It's a shadow of the edge in him, that thing about him that causes a tinge of anxiety when you watch him too closely.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense, but what I mean to say is you need a special kind of courage to bias and love Jimin. I recognize that. When I write what I do here, I always remember that. I also have very little respect for solos. And those two sentiments aren't mutually exclusive.
But taking it back to Face-off, my favourite thing about it is Jimin's sense of humour and skill coming through in the song, as well as how he enunciates his words. To really hear the switch in his tone, you need to stream in this order:
Like Crazy > Alone > Set Me Free Pt 2 > Face-off
By the time you get to Face-off, Jimin's voice has already gone through every variation possible, but then he brings out a tone I've heard only one other artist do well (Rihanna), and that tone is disgust.
Pure, refined sass. And he's already got the sauciest voice in k-pop.
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The melodic and tonal choices Jimin makes at these timestamps fucks with my head:
1:53 - 2:08;
2:16 - 2:25;
2:41 - 2:56....
(lol, at this rate you might as well just listen to the whole song again.) Jimin is fantastic in the whole thing.
Europe is where Jimin belongs, but America would eat Jimin up too. The country already does if we're being real, America already loves Jimin. But given the right concept, Jimin would devour because he always does, and the world should get to see it. I hope I get to see more of it. As I've said before, if you feel inclined to communicate that to BigHit, I strongly suggest you do.
During Suchwita, Hobi showed how he's planned content for fans almost years in advance. It's possible Jimin does this too, planning music and content for fans to see months later... (So we might not learn why he went to London, for months...)
Yeah... I don't have the strength of heart to bias Jimin. Good luck to y'all.
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...that was kind of a lot lool. So to calm down, Jimin:
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Anyway, sorry I rambled. Face-off is a really good song and Jimin did an excellent job on it. The whole project is very good so I can't wait for the next songs we get from him. Shit can't get worse than BB deleting D2C sales so on the bright side, we can only go up from here, and for Jimin who already owns the record as the first soloist in history to debut #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, up will be a good spot to be.
Stream Like Crazy, Seven, All Day, and HUH?!
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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 14
Steve to the rescue again. Eddie is having a horrible week.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
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When Steve came home that night, Robin was waiting for him on their couch.
“Hey, Robs,” he greeted warmly. “How was work?”
“Crystal is working out great, he’s got flare,” she said with a grin. “Like you, but different. He had us in stitches during clean up.”
Steve smiled. “I’ll miss you guys.”
Robin’s grin slid into something more dear. “Me too. But I get why you want to get the hell out of Dodge.”
Steve went to the fridge to get them a couple of sodas. When you can get your booze for free, you tend to have other kinds drinks around the house instead.
He handed her one and flopped down next her. “I talked to Mrs Byers and I’m pretty sure I’m going to ace the class. So guess who is graduating, baby?”
Robin squealed. “Yes! I guess Eddie was your lucky charm.”
Steve blushed.
“I didn’t see your painting when I came home,” she said slyly. “Is there a reason you didn’t bring it home?”
Steve’s eyes went wide. “Shit! I left in the car!” He scrambled out the door and was back in under a minute panting.
“Thank fuck it wasn’t too hot today,” he said between breathes. “Otherwise I would have started bawling.”
Robin held out grabby hands. “I want to see!”
Steve turned it around and handed the canvas to her.
“Holy shit, Steve!” she whispered. “This is really good. Like art gallery good.”
He blushed. “It’s just an assignment. It isn’t a big deal.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” she gushed. “You should submit this to the art show for graduating seniors.”
Steve opened his mouth for some excuse, but he didn’t have any. Not really. “Yeah. I’ll let Mrs Byers know.”
Robin handed the painting back and he set gently to the side.
“So what did you and Eddie do...?” she asked with a wink and then her face twisted. “If you had sex I don’t want to know that. Ew.”
Steve laughed. “How did you know I was with Eddie?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because there is no one else that you would play hooky for other than me and I since I worked, the only logical conclusion was Eddie.”
Steve’s face was nearly split in two by the grin that comment induced. “Fair enough. He had a nasty ex show up after class today and it really shook him up.”
Robin pushed his shoulder. “Fuck, dingus. You don’t know how to play fair, do you? I can’t make fun of something like that. Bastard.”
He huffed out a small laugh. “And then he wanted me to listen to some of the songs he’d been writing.”
She giggled and clapped her hands. “Anymore of them about you?”
Steve shook his head. “At least none of the ones he played for me sounded like they were about me. Not like the last one.”
Robin sighed. “Maybe they’re love songs and he’s not ready for you to hear him declare his undying love for you yet.”
He blushed. “He just so amazing, Robs. He deserves every good thing in this world and he just can’t seem to get there. And it’s pissing me off.”
“I know, sweetie,” she said. “I know.”
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Steve and Robin walked out of their apartment the next day to see a bunch of guys surrounding Eddie.
“Call 911,” he hissed. “I’ll try to keep them busy until the cops arrive.”
Robin’s eyes were wide, but she nodded bravely.
Steve strolled toward the group with a goofy smile on his face. “Hey there, boys. I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around here before.”
The ring leader was a tall, broad-shouldered, good looking man with blond hair. The kind of person Steve would have hung out with in high school. But this was long past that.
They all turned to him and a chill went down Steve’s spine. Some of them had baseball bats and one of the had a tire iron.
And Eddie was in the middle looking terrified.
“Just keep walking,” the ringleader sneered. “We’ve got some business with the Freak here.”
The name sent a second, more dangerous chill down Steve’s spine. The Freak was what they called Eddie in high school. Because he was always out, loud, and proud and made sure it was everyone’s problem.
And then it hit him. He knew who the ringleader was. Fuck.
“Jason Carver, right?” Steve asked, goofy smile still plastered to his face.
Jason was a year behind Steve in high school at a rival school. Dude was so good he had made basketball team captain his junior year.
The ringleader turned further from Eddie to take a better look at Steve.
“Holy fuck!” Jason cursed. “Steve Harrington!”
Steve’s smile turned into a feral grin. “Oh good, you do remember me. And you’ll know that I’m famous for stopping what you’re about to do.”
“Steve!” Robin cried. “Catch!”
Steve’s hand came up and when it came back down everyone was staring at the bat now in his grasp. The top of it had been decorated with nails.
“I take this to Pride every year,” Steve said casually, like he was talking about the weather. “It’s my anti-homophobe bat. It’s a great deterrent for assholes like you.”
He twirled it around, warming up his wrist. “So are you going to walk away or are you boys going to be introduced to Hela?”
Jason looked at his friends and then back at Steve. “There are five of us and only one of you, you really think you can take all of us?”
Steve smiled warmly. “Of course not, I just have to keep you busy until the cops show up.”
Jason’s friends started to mutter to themselves.
Jason scoffed. “You didn’t have time to call the cops.”
Steve batted his eyelashes innocently at Jason. “I’ve never said I did. Robin called them while we were talking.”
They started to look at each other worryingly.
“And if I know Eddie,” Steve continued, “he’s hit the emergency button on his cell phone so that the cops have a recording you threatening to jump me with your buddies.”
Jason sneered. “I think you’re bluffing.” His friends didn’t look convinced.
“Hey, man,” one of the said, putting a hand on Jason’s arm, “if they did call the cops we need to get out of here.”
“Pussy,” Jason sneered, pulling away from him and grabbing the tire iron from him. “I’ll handle this myself.”
Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m going so wreck that pretty face of yours Carver.”
Jason snarled like a cornered animal, full of rage and fear. He leapt forward swinging the iron like a club, all brute force and no finesse.
Steve loosened the muscles in his neck as Jason swung wildly passed where Steve had been previously, having stepped deftly to the side.
“That’s not the way you swing, you moron,” he heckled. “Maybe you should have taken some baseball with your basketball like I did.” Steve swung and tapped the back of Jason’s jacket. Not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough that Jason stumbled as he was off balance because of his swing.
Jason fought to stay on his feet, but managed to whirl around to face Steve.
“You want to try again?” Steve asked, brightly.
Jason charged at him again and again Steve side stepped him, tapping him on the back as he passed.
Then there was the bee-whoop of a cop car pulling up. The four other guys pushed at each other in panic as they tried to run. But they ran straight into the arms of the waiting officers.
“Just put down the weapons, boys,” a big burly man said into his megaphone.
Steve laughed. “I’d love to, Chief Hopper. But I’mma gonna wait until he puts his down first.”
Hopper sighed so loud Steve could hear it without it being amplified by the megaphone.
“Harrington, I should have known,” Hopper croaked into the megaphone. “You! The other one.” Jason turned to him in shock at being called ‘the other one’. “I’d best be putting that tire iron down, before Steve decides you’re not worth the effort and flattens your face right quick.”
Jason looked back at Steve and then to Hopper. He slowly put the iron down. Steve did the same to his bat and kicked it behind him, where Robin ran to pick it up.
Jason held up his hands and slowly stood up. One of the deputies came running up and handcuffed him.
“You’re going to pay for this, Munson!” Jason snarled.
Eddie waved from where he was at Robin’s side, having dashed over there while the idiots were watching Jason and Steve fight.
They had to call Diamond and let him know they would be late. Eddie tried to call Joyce, but Hopper put a hand over his phone and gently lowered it.
“I’ve already let her know, son,” Hopper told him. “She says she’ll cancel classes for the rest of the week, if you need.”
Eddie shook his head. “Jus–just for today.”
Hopper nodded. “You take care, all y’all.”
Once their statements had been taken and they were allowed to leave, Steve put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “If you need me to call in again, I will.”
Eddie shook his head. “You still need to pay rent, Stevie. I’ll hang out with Uncle Wayne today.”
Steve grinned. “Good plan, nothing beats a tire iron like a mechanic’s wrench.”
Eddie grinned back. “I like the way you think, sweetheart.”
Steve pushed his shoulder. “Go on. Some of us have to work for our living.”
Eddie laughed and walked to his van, Steve shaking his head as he watched him go.
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hey, I did a xisang fic, how's that for a surprise?
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Although the sudden death of Wen Ruohan and much of his close family had removed much of the urgency behind the engagement, it was eventually decided to proceed with the marriage plans. Wen Ning didn’t seem like much of a threat, but his sister was widely regarded as dangerous, and it was assumed she was now the real ruler of the Wen sect, with or without the title to go with it.
Nie Huaisang told himself he did not care either way. He was lucky his brother and sect leader Lan had organised this match for him, as everyone regularly told him. And Lan Xichen was an objectively handsome boy, intelligent too, well-read, with a kind disposition, an excellent cultivation, martial art skills beyond compare… which was actually the problem.
Lan Xichen was everything, and Nie Huaisang was just Nie Huaisang.
Some fools might have said it probably wasn't the worst thing to get into an arranged marriage with a crush on one's soon-to-be husband. Wasn’t it a perfectly normal thing, when the future husband in question was Lan Xichen, who anyone with a brain ought to have a crush on? And yet, Nie Huaisang knew better. Unlike most idiots, he understood how humiliating it was to have such a crush, when he knew his feelings would never be reciprocated. After all, during his three years as a student in Gusu, Lan Xichen had never shown him any particular interest in spite of their engagement, merely treating him as his friend's brother, politely turning down all of Nie Huaisang's efforts to spend time together while also encouraging him to study more.
There could be no doubt that for Lan Xichen, the wedding would be a purely political one. At this point, Nie Huaisang’s only hope for a non miserable future was to discover Lan Xichen was actually very unpleasant in private, that he made noise when he ate, that he snored, that his socks stinked. Then Nie Huaisang’s crush would evaporate, and he would be free to live his life without the unbearable agony of unrequited love toward the person sharing his life.
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In a regrettable turn of events, Lan Xichen was delightful to live with.
For the most part, he acted in the little house they were given much the same way he did in public. He was kind and attentive, always looking for peaceful solutions when Nie Huaisang's bad habits caused friction between them, and handling with grace their forced cohabitation. Although he was busy as a sect heir, he made time every day to exchange a few words with his new husband, and pretended to take interest in the vapid ways Nie Huaisang filled his days. He even once or twice made time to paint together and complimented Nie Huaisang’s skill, as if it wasn’t obvious at first glance which one of them consistently produced the better pieces.
All this was bad enough.
But then, there were all the little details about Lan Xichen that were different in private.
The frequency with which he stumbled or walked into doorways when he was just waking up, or tired after a long day, only to then curse under his breath with surprising skill for someone raised in the Lan sect.
The way he wrinkled his nose whenever their meal contained mushrooms, which he apparently hated although he controlled himself in public. Nie Huaisang found it cute at first, before having a talk with the kitchens regarding meal ingredients once he realised the true degree of his husband's disgust. Lan Xichen never commented on it, but there was no matching his sincere joy every time he realised their meal once again didn’t contain a single mushroom.
Or how embarrassed he got when summer hit them and Nie Huaisang, hating the heat, longed around their house nearly naked. It was what everyone did back in the Unclean Realm, and while Nie Huaisang usually aimed for more refinement than the brutes of his birth sect, he thought they had it right on that topic. Sometimes, removing a few layers was necessary. The fact that it made Lan Xichen blush redder than cherries was only a very amusing bonus. And it made sense, of course. No matter how unattractive Lan Xichen found his husband, he was unused to the sight of naked flesh. Sometimes he would come into Nie huaisang’s bedroom to find him longing there with nothing but light trousers on and he’d freeze in place, mouth agape, cheeks aflame, staring a long while as if he’d never seen anything so shocking. Then, more often than not, he’d turn around and rush away, never getting around to saying whatever it was he’d come there to discuss in the first place.
And they did discuss things, which was perhaps the most extraordinary part of being around Lan Xichen in private.
Nie Huaisang had largely assumed that his role as a sect leader’s spouse would be limited to smiling at guests and dressing appropriately at events. It was how his brother had presented things to him, and Lan Qiren had made it clear he didn’t think anything more could be expected of the worst student he’d ever had.
And yet Lan Xichen liked to talk to him about things. Most often Nie Huaisang could only listen and nod, as he really didn’t understand the least thing about cultivation and teaching and most of Lan Xichen’s daily duties as a sect heir, having always avoided such responsibilities himself. It didn’t seem to him that Lan Xichen particularly needed advice or opinion anyway, but rather that he enjoyed someone he could rant to without having rules about forgiveness and diligence quoted at him if he was anything less than perfect.
Nie Huaisang would have been content with this role as an unjudging listener, this unique chance to see an unpolished side to Lan Xichen which the rest of the world would never know existed. But sometimes, Lan Xichen also spoke to him in a manner that did require a response.
Most often, the only answer Nie Huaisang had to offer was ‘I don’t know’, because he had no real opinion on anything except fashion and calligraphy. Back home, or even during his student days, that ‘I don’t know’ had been enough to make anyone give up on him, which was usually what he wanted. But Lan Xichen, for reasons known only to himself, was rarely satisfied with that. If Nie Huaisang couldn’t answer on a topic where Lan Xichen deemed an opinion necessary, he would carefully explain the situation, give as many details as he could, and patiently wait as Nie Huaisang mumbled his way through the half dozen contradictory thoughts he had on the matter. Lan Xichen would then handpick the couple of ideas he found more interesting, and encourage Nie Huaisang to develop them.
It was nice to be treated with so much patience. More than nice, in fact.
Nie Huaisang half wished Lan Xichen had been as irritated with his indecisiveness as everyone else, instead of making his crush bloom into something Nie Huaisang could very decisively call love.
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About half a year after their marriage, Nie Huaisang thought they had fallen into a comfortable routine. He quite enjoyed being the spoiled spouse of the future sect leader, and so far that position had not brought any unpleasant duties.
This changed when the Wen sect, having apparently smoothed the last wrinkles created by the sudden demise of much of its higher disciples, announced they wished to host a cultivation conference. The Lan sect was invited, naturally, and Lan Xichen would for the first time represent his father. He was, naturally, expected to bring along his spouse, as all the other sect leaders were sure to do.
It seemed perfectly logical to Nie Huaisang, but it ended up being one of those topics about which Lan Xichen ranted at length once his father’s decision was announced to him.
Nie Huaisang was having tea inside their house when the rant started. Since he didn’t expect any contribution on his part was required, he went on drinking his tea, enjoying the sight of Lan Xichen pacing in front of him as he explained everything he disapproved about this situation.
“And what do you think?” Lan Xichen asked, suddenly stopping to look down at his husband. “Do you find it wise to go?”
Nie Huaisang put down his now empty glass on the table, and took a moment to consider things. Lan Xichen did not press him to answer faster, instead sitting down across from him to patiently await his opinion.
“It’s stupid to go, it’d be more stupid not to go,” Nie Huaisang said at last. “They’re still the most powerful sect out there, even after this mess. We just… need to be careful. Although I think you’ll be fine, since you’ll probably not eat any mushrooms.”
Lan Xichen grimaced, but did not scold Nie Huaisang for that joke.
“Do you think Wen Qing really…” Lan Xichen started. “No, I shouldn’t gossip.”
“Is it gossip when everyone knows for a fact they died eating poisonous mushroom? That’s just a fact, gege. Nobody can blame you for stating facts. Besides, you’re allowed to gossip with me. I’m pretty sure there’s a rule about gossiping with one’s spouse. If not, there ought to be.”
“There are rules on the topic, and they’re not in favour of your argument,” Lan Xichen replied with a smile. “It is a fact they died poisoned, it is gossip to speculate whether it wasn’t an accident as the Wen sect officially announced. I really do wonder, though… I’ve heard Wen Ning was often mistreated by his cousins, and it’s a well known fact Wen Qing is… protective.”
Again, Nie Huaisang took a moment to consider this, weighing in every possible opinion on the topic before finally answering.
“If she did, I don’t blame her,” he decided. “Anyway, it’s traditional for the Wens, isn’t it? Da-ge says Wen Ruohan once killed his own brother for a chance to rule.”
“Gossip again.”
“History!” Nie Huaisang protested. “Or do you call Da-ge a liar?”
“I call him unconcerned with checking details when he hates a person,” Lan Xichen retorted, smiling again. “But I suppose Wen Ning is easier to deal with than his uncle. He’s reverted some of Wen Ruohan’s least friendly decisions, and even allowed the secession of some sects that had been forced to integrate Qishan Wen. But it could be just a ploy to make us less suspicious. If his sister and him have killed relatives on the scale we’re talking about, would they really baulk at killing a large number of sect leaders to establish their sect’s dominance?”
Nie Huaisang shivered. He’d thought all the political problems were over now that Wen Ruohan was dead, but apparently the world wasn’t so simple.
“At least we’d die in good company,” he tried to joke. “And it’ll be fun to go out a little, I’ve hardly left the Cloud Recesses since getting married, except to go shopping in town.”
Instead of the indulgent smile Nie Huaisang hoped to elicit, that comment was met by a severe look. It was not an expression that suited Lan Xichen; it made him look too much like his uncle.
“You know that you are no prisoner, don’t you?” Lan Xichen asked, oddly serious. “You’re free to leave and visit whoever you like, whenever you like, as long as you’re here for important occasions. If you miss home…”
“If I went home, Da-ge would scold me for not touching my sabre since the wedding,” Nie Huaisang said, surprised that Lan Xichen was upset about this more than about the idea of being murdered together.
“True enough,” Lan Xichen replied, trying to smile, failing to do so. “And I’d get scolded too for indulging you. But you might want to see your friends, then. You were… close to Jiang Cheng when you were students, weren’t you? I remember the two of you were always together, especially once Wei Wuxian left.”
It was surprising that Lan Xichen had noticed that. Nie Huaisang hadn’t thought his then-fiancé had paid much attention to what he did, or who he spent his time with. It pleased him more than it should have to know he’d been worth any notice.
“It was only because there was nobody else that made for good company,” Nie Huaisang explained. “We’d both rather have been with Wei Wuxian than with each other. Don’t tell him I said that, but Jiang Cheng is just as studious and boring as your brother, and neither of them are my idea of someone to have fun with.”
“I see,” Lan Xichen coldly remarked. “So it was Wei Wuxian… Well, if you wanted to see him… If there is any special closeness between the two of you… this is only an arranged marriage, you can do as you please, as long as there is no scandal. I have no right to demand more than that.”
“ Oh ,” Nie Huaisang said, suddenly realising where the conversation had drifted. He wished they could have continued talking about Wen Qing murdering her uncle, her cousins, and a bunch of other people. It was a less unpleasant topic than having to discuss the rules of their marriage. In fact, right then, Nie Huaisang would have gladly eaten any mushrooms Wen Qing might bring him, rather than talk at all.
“Well. No, there won’t be scandals, don’t worry,” Nie Huaisang mumbled, his cheeks heating up at the unavoidable shame of being in love with his own husband. “Certainly not with Wei Wuxian of all people!” he added, more confidently. “Pah, someone could kiss him and he’d still think they’re just being friendly! Good luck to anyone falling in love with him, I’d never have the patience to put up with him! But… not anyone else either, really. You have no competition, gege.”
Lan Xichen chuckled, his shoulders a little less tense, as if maybe it had upset him to think Nie Huaisang might like someone else. It would not be unpleasant, if Lan Xichen could be a little jealous, Nie Huaisang thought, at least just enough to make him feel like someone his husband would want to keep if others approached him.
“But if I’m free, then it’s only fair you should be as well,” Nie Huaisang realised, the idea sending him in agony.
He’d never noticed Lan Xichen paying special attention to anyone. In fact, his husband only had one close friend, Nie Huaisang’s own brother, and there didn’t seem to be anything other than friendship between them. But maybe there was someone else, someone Nie Huaisang didn’t know… Lan Xichen would have needed to be careful, if he liked someone. With their engagement in the way, any romance would have been kept secret.
If such a person existed, Nie Huaisang hated them. It was one thing to be hopelessly in love with Lan Xichen when his husband didn’t love him. It was quite another to love while Lan Xichen loved another person.
“If there’s someone special to you…Well, you’re the husband in this,” Nie Huaisang grumbled. “You can do as you please, anyway. You don’t need my permission.”
“I don’t think anyone could compare to the wife given to me,” Lan Xichen replied, quickly averting his eyes. “But if you feel… differently… Even if there is no one now , if… if you ever find someone you like… if you… then…”
It was odd to hear Lan Xichen speak like that, without the quiet confidence that usually radiated from him, searching his words, struggling to find his words. It was a little cute, a word that probably nobody else in the world would have associated with the eldest of the twin jades of Gusu Lan. But right at that moment, Nie Huaisang had never seen anyone cuter than this blushing, insecure Lan Xichen, especially when the words ‘no one can compare to my wife’ made his heart beat faster than even the most elegant poetry could have.
“There’s no one I could like more than my husband,” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, too happy to find a better way to say it. “I’m… I feel this is maybe something we should have talked about a long while ago,” he then mumbled, his embarrassment only slightly abated by the fact Lan Xichen looked as awkward as he felt. “You know, boundaries and… and how we see each other.”
Lan Xichen nodded, his cheeks growing a few shades brighter. “I’ve… thought of having that conversation but I… I gave up each time,” he confessed, still adorably unsure. “If you liked someone else, if you were very unwilling about this marriage, I would have… the pain would be… but you don’t, and you’re not?”
Nie Huaisang quickly nodded, then shook his head. This was the happiest day of his life. It was everything he’d wanted for these last few months, these last few years even, everything he’d dreamed of since he’d first been told about the engagement. To think that Lan Xichen liked him back, that Lan Xichen too was hurt by the possibility of his husband preferring another… There could not be anyone happier than Nie Huaisang in the world.
And yet even like this, Nie Huaisang still couldn’t quite believe that any of it was real. He had to make sure, had to know he wasn’t misunderstanding Lan Xichen’s unfinished thoughts. So he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Lan Xichen’s lips, something surer than words. That terrifying act of courage was rewarded when Lan Xichen immediately grabbed his shoulders to kiss him a second time, and then a third, pulling him closer in spite of the table between them.
They really ought to have spoken about all this right from the start, to save themselves some pain, but Nie Huaisang was too happy to care.
As it turned out, it wasn’t so bad to be in love with one’s husband after all.
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Heyyy ! I hope you're okay and I was wondering if you could write about Art the clown with a female or gender neutral reader who is also an immortal killer in need of blood to drink ( they also fight with a chainsaw ) thank you again so much for lighting up our days with your amazing writing! You're the best !!
ᴀᴡᴡ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ<𝟹
╰┈➤𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌
𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃
ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴛᴡ: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, sᴇᴍɪ ɴsғᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ
Humankind, something the killer clown hated. Everyone was the same in his eyes. Complaining, depressed, those which were utmost useless to him. However, that didn't mean they weren't good targets. Art quite enjoyed the way people screamed. Hearing his victims beg for their life right before he caved their skulls. Ah, it always filled him with tremendous satisfaction.
Speaking honestly, things weren't always happy-go-lucky. Just like everyone else and anything else... Art got lonesome. He wanted to love and be affectionate like others. Deep down, Art was very human. Yes, He couldn't die but, something in him needed to be cared for. When he first laid eyes on you he knew you were the one. The way the blood dripped from your lips. The beautiful twinkle in your gleaming eyes. Not to mention, the badass chainsaw you carried on your person. At that moment, everything changed for him.
Art has so many questions to ask you. For instance, what's the best way to kill with a chainsaw? Would his blood taste good? And, how did you become immortal? You can ask him questions as well. In fact, he loves Trivia!! Whenever you asked how he became immortal it was very surprising.
“I shot myself in the back of the head. Next thing I knew I woke up in a body bag and met a little me:D”
Throughout the day's Art will supply you with much blood. If you have a preferred blood type you might wanna tell him- A, B, O+? He'll try his hardest to find it. Before you mentioned the variety he had no idea. His eyes shifted left to right while his face was more stunned. What was he supposed to do with the leftover bodies? Oh, free dinner!!
Art plays with your chainsaw when you're gone. He doesn't understand how one works, thus, now's the time to learn! He probably hurt himself a bunch from just trying to turn it on. He's great at killing but how the hell did you carry this? Did your back not ache? If it did he'll offer massages to ease your pain. (he likes hearing you moan/groan from relief. Little horny mime.)
Little off-topic, but you're so cool and sexy that Art gets hard easily. If you don't like him he won't ever force you to do anything you don't want to. Over time, he’ll get over his feelings and take being your partner in crime. On the other hand, if you like him as well then just tell him, love. He'll no doubt be extremely happy that you feel the same. Also, he finally gets to touch your body. Sexual or nonsexual he loves physical touch. Having sex in his eyes is just a plus!!
Whenever you get done drinking blood or eating he'll attempt to flirt. He's one of those people that will say, “you have an eyelash on your face.” so they can touch you. Previously spoke of, he loves attention and affection. If you know you don't have anything on your face, let him go for it. It makes his day caressing your skin.
“Y/n, you have a little blood on your face. Let me get it silly!!”
#reqs open#ask me anything#headcanon#art the clown#reader x character#slashers#art the clown x reader#female reader#fem reader#slasher x you#slasher community#horror hotel#horror community#horror character#edgy aesthetic#i love them#chainsawcutiie#vampire life#bloodbath#partners in crime#lovers#friends#minor dni
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{DS! APOTROPAIC!: Vesper & Paralysis}
YIPPEE!! Apotropaic art! 😍
Simple Explanation:
A mirror is found in an old storage room of JR. It radiated a magical energy that needed to be determined as “bad” or “good” so they kept it. Little did they know people from a different world would finally have the chance to escape. They used all of the power they needed to crack the glass and free themselves. Black smoke erupted from the creases as the mirror world parallels spread panic across the multiverse. The gas causes intense paranoia, hallucinations, and nightmares. Bunkers got put in order, but some were not as lucky to get there in time. JR put itself on lockdown, but that wasn’t enough. The parallels surrounded them… even if they went into their bunker. The employees got killed one by one, leaving their variants of each other to torment them.
I haven’t decided the true ending but it’s a pretty funky horror au :/
INFO (bc I doubt I’ll make references 💀):
Character Name - Dream Von Licht
Nickname - Vesper/Ves
Role - Protagonist?
Sexuality - Pansexual
Pronouns - he/him
Height - 6’3”
Physical Description - Has bruised wrists because Paralysis keeps grabbing them. 🙄
Personality - Kind of intimidating and deadpan. Very tired and stressed. It seems like he's upset all the time, which he kind of is. Still has his formality, but it's less than before. More likely to lash out than usual. Looks out of it more than the others cause Paralysis actively torments more than the other Parallels..
Age - 225+
Weakness - his listed fears, the hallucinations, lack of sleep, the bond between him an Paralysis (also Gloom but Paralysis gets beat up more lmao),
Fear - Agoraphobia (fear of leaving the house), Proditiophobia (fear of betrayal), Emetophobia (fear of vomiting or seeing other vomit), Catoptrophobia (fear/dislike of mirrors)
Weapon - Light/Claymore Sword
Likes - anything happy cause this man needs help // his friends :) // Champion // Ani // beating up the Parallels // Flinch // kids (wholesome)
Passions & Talents - He can fly // Bilingual // good at tracking //
Dislikes - Paralysis (🔫) // Mirrors // Touching his wings // Karens (despite them being rare in this situation) // Orbit // All the Parallels
Other - He found the mirror in a storage room, it looked a bit odd so he looked into it. After a while of it just radiating magic that was hard to decipher… he didn't see his reflection, he saw a horrible world with a bad version of him. After that, he wanted to lock it away and study it to keep everyone safe. But unfortunately, the parallels broke out and he thought wasn't careful enough. A small crack doomed their world, and it was all “because of him.” The nightmare fuel gas spread and the parallels escaped. JR was put on lockdown and he feels really guilty.
-Him and Paralysis (the mirror world version of him), do not get along. After all, he gives him nightmares, terrible hallucinations, and doesn't respect his boundaries. They're relationship is quite toxic and is basically fueled by hatred (Ves) and sadistic tendencies (Para).
-This place is very negative so his radiance/magic is weaker than normal. He also gets a ton of headaches/migraines because of this. :,)
-Flinch and Champion are the most important to him because they always help him in times of need. He'd be in a much worse mental state without them.
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Character Name - Mirror! Dream
Nickname - Paralysis
Role - Villain
Sexuality - Pansexual
Pronouns - he/him
Height - 6’2” or 6’0 without heels
Physical Description - ugly
Personality - A terrible person, cruel to everyone… even the other Parallels. He doesn't not care about others' boundaries, he's manipulative, and the worst person ever. Yet the parallels listen to him because they have no choice.
Age - 125
Weakness - Light,
Fear - Photophobia (light), Atychiphobia (fear of failure)
Weapon - Sword (normie 🙄)
Likes - Manipulation // bad stuff I don't wanna write // basically he's the worst person ever // Bluebell // Ruin & Umber //
Passions & Talents - Being shitty // being an evil ‘ruler’ //
Dislikes - Dream/Vesper (🔪❤️) // Not being in Control //
Other - N/A
*rewriting his horrible backstory probably never 😍* (might make him have a decent motive)
#dreamswap#dreamswap au#ds! apotropaic#ds! apotropaic! vesper#ds! apotropaic! paralysis#ds dream#dreamswap dream#the parallels are paralleling#the parallels are based off those horrible inaccurate DS stories with evil Dream and uwu Nightmare#also MLP creepypastas bc they’re cool 😎#paralysis is an asshole we hate him here#my art#art#dreamtale au#???#undertale au#sort of?#dreamswap fanart#ish#I just realized I forgot Paralysis’s crown…. that’s probably why he looked so wrong#still ugly but whatever /hj
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I was tagged by @sothischickshe (thank you!!! 🥰) to answer 20 questions for writers:
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
205.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
609,094
3. What fandoms do you write for?
fandoms i've written for include:
Law & Order: SVU / L&O: Organized Crime
Good Girls
Gotham
Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel
Criminal Minds
Graceland
Stranger Things
The Walking Dead
Riverdale
Castlevania
Preacher
Four Brothers
Outer Banks
Gilmore Girls
while no longer available, in the past i've also written for:
Fast and Furious franchise
MCU / Marvel
Boondock Saints
Hocus Pocus
From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series
DC
(plus more i'm probably forgetting about)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Shared History (Good Girls/Brio)
Degree of Separation (Good Girls/Brio)
Milkshakes (Good Girls/Brio)
Deep Sense of Belonging (Good Girls/Brio)
Sacred Art of Kissing (Good Girls/Brio)
5. Do you respond to comments?
i read all of them for sure but i'm terrible sometimes at responding although i do try my best
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
ooft, okay. there's probably more than this but the following have major character death warnings that could very well be classed as angsty lmao:
i wrote this little ficlet: Gone (SVU, bensler/EO) in which a raid goes wrong and it's just pain from start to finish and then there's Until Long After She Takes Her Final Breath which is a Good Girls/brio fic in which their reunion at the beginning of season 3 goes very differently.
Why don't we go to Venus? is another Good Girls/brio fic in which the summary is: Rio killed her and that was supposed to be the end of it but Beth doesn’t seem to be done with him quite yet.
that one is probably my angstiest overall but the ending is probably the least angsty bit about it??? haha
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
honestly? i have no idea and i have no clue how to check 😭😂
8. Do you get hate on fics?
there was someone going around the SVU/OC fandom leaving weird hate comments on people's stuff (anonymously) and i got one but while it felt rude, it didn't feel like hate, but also it felt like it was supposed to be hateful, y'know? pretty sure i just deleted it though (i for sure ignored it) 😂
but generally, no. i'm lucky to say that i tend to avoid hate on social media and that includes fanfiction.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i have done and the variety isn't huge but it's there? i guess?
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
i have done! beyond the obvious (where shows, etc share worlds), i did a boondock saints/the walking dead one (which was also co-written) because norman reedus stars in both 😂
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i'm aware of?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
again, not that i'm aware of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes! the aforemention boondock saints/the walking dead fic was co-written on ff.net and i co-wrote (with the same person), a fast and furious fic.
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
i lost myself a ton in writing olivia/elliot from svu/organized crime as well as beth/rio from good girls so they'd probably battle it out for top spot.
BUT
if i'm being brutally honest, my all time favourite ever to write were fast and furious ships 😂 especially the OGs (specifically vince and leon) with my OCs (although there were canon ships i loved to write too!). it was just so fun and freeing and i constantly think about it.
(i also loved when i wrote random marvel/mcu pairings, winterwitch was probably my number one for them and again, i think about it a lot)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i think it's unlikely i'll finish a lot but especially a degree of separation. i kind of hate it, i'm so sorry 😭😭😭
16. What are your writing strengths?
the thought of analysing my own writing right now sounds painful but two of the most common nice things people tell me is that: 1) they like how i write dialogue and 2) they like my writing style in general
(but of which i highly appreciate!)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
i don't do it enough?
nah. true but seriously, there's a ton, however, i do tend to waffle on and write something in several sentences that could have been just one 😭
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't think i've ever done it? if i have it'll be dialogue or whatever that's already in the show/move/etc
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The Fast and the Furious 🥰
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
still on ao3: it has to be Why don't we go to Venus? but also Knock First which is a Beth/Rio/Original Male Character threesome fic that was SO MUCH fun
no longer posted: a fic for The Fast and the Furious. it was a Vince/OC story. it was so much fun to write and it was one of my most popular back when i was posting on ff.net and i miss this story all the time (even though it's probably awful 😂) and always think about re-writing and posting it again on ao3
Tagging: @conscience-killer @constant-sinner @astarkey @xstrawmari @blainesebastian if ya like! (sorry if you've been tagged before!)
#long post#tag games#i forgot how long i take to answer these things#(totally my fault! thanks for tagging! seriously!)#but now i'm going to leave this site and play some baldur's gate 3 😂
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Hello everyone so this is going to be a pretty big blog about the upcoming future of my life as a artist. So to try to shave off some time I will be copying and pasting the Twitter thread I made to here.
Startiiiing now:
“Hey everyone I got another update for you and it’s probably gonna sound like “she’s changing shit again” but I feel like a lot has been going on in my life and a lot of it is changing too and I think I discovered something about me and my artwork that I feel like is important.
The reason I started pumping out content before this new job I got was well after I lost my old caregiving job YouTube and commissions were my only source of income for the last 6 month and I honestly was making enough for bills at that point it was my family keeping me afloat.
So yeah, life was not kind to me and I got.. well extremely depressed. I kept applying and no one was accepted them the one job I wanted I did not get and I was lucky to just get by. My brain all the time for the past few months kept saying I was a failure Until I got lucky.
I just got done with shadowing and orientation and I’m now officially working at a job that yeah can be stressful but I fully enjoy. I’m feeling happy and I’m finally healing from this dark cloud that’s following me. And with this month coming to an end I realized something.
Growing up my art was the one thing that kept me happy it was my happiness from real life issues and it got me to meet the love of my life along with great people in online community’s. However, the more it became a stressor to live off my art… the less it made me happy.
Not to mention the reason I shared my art to begin with because even if it was cringe or my art was not the best in the past … I always loved to see people enjoy it. It killed me to ask people to give me money to draw for them. It’s just not me.
I allowed a online algorithm, and a few words from a small handful of people to make me second guess what I loved to do, I allowed money to make me decide what I should work on…I realized I secretly hated myself for it.
This new opportunity in my life is why I’m writing what I am today and it’s my own choices and it’s one I’m actually happy with.
Everything I draw will be free to view I’m going to build it up on Tapas and Tumblr just for the multiple image support plus they have better age restriction on there platforms because I’m a adult and do want to dabble in NSFW stuff.
The one animation I have on sale in my store I will be making it free to view. For the amazing person who did buy the pack I will be dming them so once my paycheck comes, they will be refunded.
And now for the big thing.
The next few months I will be saving my own money and working on Concept Art for the next few months along with working on comics because by next year I want to work and pay people to help me bring my comics to life as animated projects.
The first project will more then likely be Jackie’s Everyday Adventure because it has the least amount of characters and backgrounds and will dabble in the form of 3D animation. This will be a strictly animated series with some rewrites from the original comic version.
Homebrew… is honestly the biggest project since there is over 30 chapters and I’m not even halfway done writing scripts. I won’t Even considering working on animating that until at least chapter 10 is out.
Everything else will be explained over on Tumblr that will be where I blog about my projects since there’s not as tiny of a character limit on there. Thank you all for reading this and I will link the full update on Tumblr and I will share a link to it on here.”
And now here we are on Tumblr!
The only thing I will be keeping for any financial support will be Ko-fi but that’s only if people want to, I’m not going to have anything locked behind a pay wall.
Commissions will no longer be open because I will just be doing art trades or request. Since my new job is full time I don’t need to worry about the stress of not finishing something quickly.
Physical print books are still gonna be a thing however not for a long while. Since my old client liked my original books ill be printing a small handful of copies of them so I can give them to her to read at the nursing home. And leftover copies will be for contest prizes.
YouTube on the other hand… I’m going to be honest I’m not sure if I truly will bring back Pshattuckproductions. The most fun I have had with YouTube was building up lunar comics. I will honestly be focusing on that channel in terms of any uploads.
So far this is all for now. So see you soon everyone.
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hi there, i got stuck in weird au land for my not-cnovel. have this.
“I hate you,” Yang Haoran said, and meant it.
He didn’t like his twin brother. There had always something wrong with Yang Haoyi – so calm, so obliging, so perfectly opinion-and-emotion-free. Yang Haoran knew that there were emotions and opinions there, of course, but Yang Haoyi cared so little about expressing them that they might as well not have been there at all. That was Yang Haoyi – a boy who thought that nothing he ever said or did ever made a difference, and so mindlessly followed the first person who told him what to do. It was spineless. It was pathetic. Yang Haoran was ashamed to share the same face as him.
All of this was true. None of this stopped him from pulling out the medical kit and pushing his brother down into a sitting position.
“Whatever you say, gege,” Yang Haoyi said placidly, the irritating little shit he was. Sometimes, it seemed there was nothing that would make a dent in his sheer indifference. It was a fair assumption, except that wasn’t actually how Yang Haoyi worked, he just kept pretending nothing affected him ever because he was a delusional piece of -
Yang Haoran wanted to punch his brother in the face. He had, in fact, punched him in the face before, multiple times, when they were both children, before Yang Haoran realized that it never did anything. It was like punching cotton; Yang Haoyi would get back up again with only the barest complaint, as if he had never been hurt at all.
It was always hard to tell when Yang Haoyi had been hurt. It was lucky that Yang Haoran was better at it than the rest of their entire fucking family.
Today, Yang Haoyi was favoring one side over the other. Yanking up his shirt revealed a colorful variety of bruises blooming over his ribs.
“Jiang Mingxi,” Yang Haoran hissed.
It wasn’t a question. Yang Haoyi shrugged. “It was sparring practice,” he offered, which was a lie, because they had the exact same martial arts classes, the most recent of which Jiang Mingxi had had no time to even touch Yang Haoyi, because she had been occupied by Yang Haoran trying to kill her.
“No, it wasn’t. Try again.”
Yang Haoyi tilted his head. “Unsupervised sparring practice.”
“You mean Jiang Mingxi was beating you up outside of class.” Yang Haoran pulled out an ice pack from his minifridge and pressed it against Yang Haoyi’s side. “Better?”
“It’s really okay,” Yang Haoyi said. “And she wasn’t beating me up. She wanted a sparring match--”
“What do you say when your older brother takes care of you?” Yang Haoran snapped.
Yang Haoyi’s mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile. “...Thank you, gege.”
“That’s right,” Yang Haoran said. “You say thank you. You don’t keep making excuses for your shitty fiancee.”
“She just wanted to spar--”
“What did I just say.”
Yang Haoyi actually did smile then, and followed that up with a laugh. Yang Haoran really wanted to punch him in the face.
“If you let Jiang Mingxi push you around again, I’ll kill her,” Yang Haoran said flatly.
“...That’s not how the saying usually goes, you know. You’re supposed to threaten my life, not hers.”
“That would ruin the point.”
#my writing#i'm a boy who transmigrated into a gl novel what am i supposed to do now?!#transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance#transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance: twin au
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