#so excited to share this chapter heheheh
Text
Things That Bleed Chapter 6 Update!
Fandoms: Alex Rider, Danny Phantom & SCP Foundation | Rating: M | Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
[Ao3]
—
Yassen hums slowly. “Barriers can be broken. His. Yours.”
“Not completely,” Danny says. “The way it is for me, information can… leak through, passively. Like his name. And because I’m—a medium, he can show me things. Memories. But that’s it. Nothing else.”
Danny moves his gaze back to Yassen.
“Next time Julius shows up, he won’t touch Alex, I swear. He won’t be able to.”
There’s tension in the air that makes it hard to swallow as Danny stares Yassen down.
—
We’re finally back with an update! Thank you to my co-authors (@artistfingers and @kkachis) and our team of dedicated betas! (@faedemon @loreshark @abrielarnold ) Truly, I’m grateful to all of you everyday!
#Stop making danny use the lie or other people think that hes a medium or draw 25. Me: *has 40+ cards* >:3c#heheheheh we're finally BACK with more ttb!!!!!!!!#so excited to share this chapter heheheh#a much needed conversation happens and its fantastic and it was so much fun to write#my writing#Things that bleed#dp x ar x scp#danny phantom#alex rider#scp foundation#ttb
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
Still Waters Run Deep
Chapter 1: Apple of His Eye
PAIRING: Eldritch!König x Reader
AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I've said before, English isn't my first language, so this would e fun. Hehe. I'm so excited to share this fic with you guys hehehehe. I'm posting this on both Tumblr and Ao3. Who knows, the story on the other site would be different hm...? I'm not telling when, but hehe. Also, reader is in her twenties, specifically 22, so yayeet. If you don't like how fucked up this story is gonna get then please turn around and go on your merry way. I'll be posting the first chapter here on Tumblr because jesus, my ao3 invitation has yet to arrive. Also, don't forget to write comments, I need feedback because I eat them like it's groceries-
WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference, Cannibalism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Older!König, Eldritch!König, Monster!König, Masturbation, Dark Romance, Blood and Gore, Violence, Monsterfucking
WHENEVER A CERTAIN COLONEL PASSES BY the soldiers would grow quiet, as if he’s sucking the joy with him and then the chatter would continue once his thundering footsteps would fade away into quietness.
A silence would hang over the air for a brief moment – like they’re making sure the danger has passed before proceeding – and the soldiers would continue to chat once they're sure it was safe to proceed. Babbling away but their voices would be a bit hushed, as if their ears were on the lookout for the colonel’s presence.
The colonel was absolutely – you remember his name being König because you saw him score several shots using a sniper rifle in training – wholeheartedfuckingly terrifying.
König strides confidently across the battlefield and KorTac base of Operations in the same damn manner—Arrogant, egotistical, prideful. The mountain of a man walks in like he owns the place, and troops would be so relieved if they see him in the battlefield because they know that he'd be able to turn the tides to their favor.
And the fucker knows it. He knows people look up at him. Looking at him like the fucking messiah that would save them right then and there.
He relished in it.
And he was so fucking gigantic as he is muscular too, to the point his huge hands could definitely crush your head with his fingers if he saw fit. To say he was a Greek God was insulting. No, he was like Kronos.
Destructive.
All-devouring force.
Whenever you stood too close to him—even tho you recall not stepping too close to the colonel because you wanted to respect the five-foot rule for everyone lest they give you the go signal to hog their personal space like Izzy does—you can see the way his muscles would bulge whenever he tightened his fists, or how the veins on his arms were so… alluring, and holy shit he has scars. Battle scars that should've repulsed you but you find yourself wanting to trace it with your fingers.
His form is almost mesmerizing—like how you'd imagine Fenrir slaying Odin from one of the Norse Myths.
However, like Fenris Wolf, he too was bound and shackled to base. Most of the time, at least. You would see him buried and drowning and several paperwork when you go to his office while Roze waited for you by the door.
And you could see his baby blue eyes squint and conjure a glint of annoyance as you hand him your report. He has pretty eyes, that colonel. He doesn’t speak to you, always uttering grunts or huffs. Dismissing you with a wave of his hand—always gestures but never talking.
It reminds you of gray skies and blue muted waters, and sometimes they seemed vibrant when you hear the sinister glee in his voice of bashing an enemies head open like how watermelon breaks – and then he'd look at you and you'd immediately avert your gaze because oh god that would be so fucking awkward if your superior had caught you staring at his eyes like a creep.
As mentioned before, König is mostly quiet, and you didn't really hear him talk since he never talked to you at all. In the battlefield, when he barked out orders, gunfire would drown them and those closest to him would relay the message on to the others.
Lieutenant Izzy – Izanami actually, but she preferred being called Izzy – always spoke in Japanese, but she can speak a few broken English words. She didn’t seem to see you as a liability, often asking you out to grab lunch with her and Captain Roze. The white-haired girl always made sure you never missed your meals, and if you did, she’d make sure to hand you some MREs for the sake of making sure you’re taken care of.
She said to you once, “Be careful of that colonel, he is… what is English word that for… word you use when object is not good to you—harms life.”
“You mean dangerous?” Roze would correct her. “We really need to work on your English, girl.”
“Yes, that the word I’m looking for.” Izzy would laugh. “ローズ先輩、訂正してくれてありがとう。”
Roze, on the other hand, was more closed off. She was ruthless and strict, but you’re convinced that she cares about you the same way Izzy does because she gets this soft glint in her eyes when you tell her that you forgot to eat or missed lunch. Then five seconds later you’d feel an MRE smacking you on the chest, and Roze is barking at you for being stupid enough to not eat and say you’re lucky that her and Izzy are looking out for you.
But you can tell that both are highly protective of you, like older sisters making sure their youngest sibling didn't fuck up on missions or get hung by their rib by enemy soldiers.
Whenever the colonel passed by, you remember Roze’s words “Keep your gaze down” because apparently there was an incident where König had beaten the shit out of a recruit because the poor thing looked at him funny. Something about the recruit scrunching his face in disgust at the colonel or was it because he had mocked him behind his back?
Either way, the kid was beaten to a pulp.
The colonel was never given a court martial, however, since he had been able to pull rank it seems. Roze was the one who told you during lunch, voice in a hushed whisper.
Then your thoughts wander back to the nightly horror stories your soldiers would tell to one another. You had a habit of visiting them before making sure they all slept on curfew time. It was fun and it helped boost morale amongst the troops. It also helped that you were a younger lieutenant, so you were able to easily connect to your platoons’ humor and quip remarks.
You remember the hushed whispers in the barracks, each of them uttering stories of what König might look like beneath the mask.
You often thought maybe he looks so mutilated that it resembles Nemesis from Resident Evil or maybe Salvatore on the Village Version. But you've seen the pretty blue eyes König possessed and you just know that deep down, he was a handsome man.
Sure, he was old enough to be your dad, had a huge ass age gap that's wider than the forehead of the colonel of the Mexican Special Forces you had previously worked with due to König being forty-five years old, but you'll admit a pretty man if you see one.
However, your soldiers' claims were way more hilarious as they spoke. Each sounding absurd and stupid than the last.
"I heard he has three faces, like the demon Asmodeus. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he's a prince of Hell in disguise. Have you seen his body? What I'd give to climb him like a tree."
"I could've sworn I saw worms underneath. Kind of like maybe a maggot-infested lower jaw since I heard the skin of his jaw had been burnt off."
"I think he has the face only a mother could love. Men like that exist."
You had grown up in a small town, people believing heavily in superstitious beliefs. However, once you've left said small town, you realize that they were silly things that old people simply uttered into the wind.
"Did you know a psychic said I would get murdered when I was ten?" You laughed at the absurdity of it all, wanting to add some scary shit of your own.
"Really, L.T?" One of your soldiers said. "Oh, this has to be good!"
“Yeah. I remember she was very old, and if I were correct, I think she moved from Hallstatt? Wherever the fuck that is.”
You told them the stupid little story. How you lost twenty dollars to a fraud only for them to say you'll get murdered, and how it spooked you as a kid and made you all paranoid only to realize you just got scammed out of your money.
"The thing that will kill you is hiding its face. The thing that will kill you has its crown scraping the ceiling. The thing that will kill you has sharpened teeth. The thing that will kill you will charm you with its glamor and false promises. The thing that will kill you will devour you with its appendages and fill you with its seed. The thing that will kill you… you won't see it coming."
The soldiers all laughed, including you, after you've said it in the most croaked voice as you mimicked the old psychic.
You've never laughed so hard in your whole life, but you were glad that it was your troops that were with you and not stuck up stoic alpha male soldiers. It wasn't real, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.
All of you got along.
Sure, most of the soldiers given to you were teens – because the military was just hiring eager and stupid kids, and by God you were going to protect these little shits with your life – but it was fine because they had you. For as long as you live, you promised yourself you'd make sure they were all safe.
And you took them under your wing and you feel bad because they were kids compared to you. They shouldn't be here dressing up as soldiers and being sent off to war zones with you. These kids were supposed to be at home, where they could be safe, and worrying about teen stuff. But then again, KorTac was a company at the end of the day.
A Private Military Company—basically just glorified mercenaries at this point.
Of course, they would exploit anyone who is willing to serve for their country while also getting paid generously compared to being in a government affiliated military—Hell, you're here, aren't you? Why? Because they can be greedy fucks and capitalism exists, and KorTac rivals Disney in terms of being a well-known PMC in the military world, and you're broke.
Not to mention that the BAS – Basic Allowance for Subsistence – was fucking higher in KorTac than the government affiliated military you used to serve in. A BAS rate of seven hundred sixty-two point sixty-nine euros for enlisted members, while officers are given the same but with an increased rate of four hundred ninety-seven point fifty- eight euros is better than the current BAS.
You also get the average of six thousand and seven hundred eighty-two euros at an average per month here in KorTac. The pay is way fucking better and you can save up money to the point you were able to pay off your own student and credit card debts and leave your parents' nest since you were basically loaded at this point.
Money was enough to blind you from the dangers that lurked beneath the still waters that run deep that is KorTac.
"The thing that will kill you… you won't see it coming."
“Did you hear what happened?”
“What?”
“Another soldier went missing again.”
Captain Stiletto changed her mags, examining her scope as she spoke to you with a calm voice—as if she hadn’t just dropped the news of someone going missing. Again. You were ready to hear which recruit was unlucky enough to be whisked away and never to be seen again. That or they turn up mutilated and scared, and the poor things won’t even talk. However, a missing rookie suddenly turns up out of nowhere after months of disappearing without a trace was statistically low.
No, really, it would be low—unusual at best.
The best way to analyze it would be using the Bayesian Inference, and using a probability model to express the uncertainty towards the situation. In this case, using a binary variable would be ideal, $Y$, to represent the outcome whether the missing rookie ever did turn up or not. $Y$ = 1 if the rookie is found, and $Y$ = 0 if the rookie isn’t found.
Then assume that the probability of finding said missing rookie is equal to the proportion of all missing persons who are eventually found. As evidence becomes available, then update the model with that evidence and compute the posterior distribution for the probability of finding the rookie.
In this case, if one of the higher ups discovered the rookie all pale and shaking and are obviously had been terrified to fucking death, the information in that scenario could be used to update the posterior distribution, taking into account that the probability that the rookie had seen something scary in that location, if they were ever found that is.
Once the model with all available evidence has been updated, the posterior distribution to make predictions of the probability of finding the new recruit can now be used. The officers tasked with finding them—at least those who hasn’t given up—will be able to find them within a certain time frame or calculate the probability that they’re are found alive or dead.
Just some basic statistics you’ve learned in ninth grade, that’s all. Or at least from what you can remember.
The scar that ran down the captain’s face was evident like the blood smeared in your hands when you’ve killed an enemy. No one knew why there was a huge damage to her face or why it was there in the first place. You’ve only been in KorTac for a month, almost everyone you’ve met have given you warnings and it was all the same—keep your distance from the colonel. You have half a mind to say “Fuck this” but the pay was good.
Not to mention your contract hasn’t been finished yet and you doubt you’d find a good paying job like this while doing what you love.
“Who was it?” You dared to ask.
Stiletto looks away for a moment, before turning back to you. “Private O’Neil.”
Your eyes widened at the information. You don’t know the person, but to hear a private going missing was surprising. Usually, it was the recruits who disappeared for the most part or at least from your observation in your stay here. Now that’s very strange.
“Huh… a Private? How come it wasn’t a rookie?”
“That’s what I’m thinking too.”
Stiletto responds with the same confusion as you, her lips pursed. She looks worried, unsure to react.
“The colonel had been tasked to investigate the missing cases, but even he isn’t getting any answers.” The captain says, her face troubled. “It’s like there’s a serial killer at base.”
“Like playing Mafia, huh.” You joked.
“Exactly.”
You’re scared of what this could mean. If whoever it was plucking the recruits off like grapes were about to turn to privates, then it won’t be long before your ass is on the line. You have half a mind to help, maybe offer your insights on the investigations, but thanks to Roze and Izzy’s advice, you knew better than to get too close to the colonel…
Unless you want to get beaten by König with your incompetency—what he deems incompetency—since he loves doing things his way according to the soldiers who had worked with him.
It wasn’t enough to scare the rookies, however. They’re still chatty and happy, all of them seemed unaffected by these rumours.
Of course, they’d be unaffected, everyone is telling them that it’s just rumours and the soldier that disappeared had simply been discharged for wanting to leave or go back home. There were a few who didn’t believe it, but those with higher ranks – including you – were reassuring them that it was merely rumours.
That they shouldn’t really worry their pretty little minds about it. And what infuriated you the most was because it worked. They were gullible kids, as young as sixteen to nineteen—basically a six to three years old age gap between you and them. They should know better than to believe the honeyed words from yours or their superiors’ mouth.
But could you even blame them?
They’re just kids. You and the other high-ranking officers were older than them, obviously they would trust you. They expect all of you to guide them, showing them the real ropes of war and violence unlike the trial sessions they’ve had in boot camp and the infantry.
So, really the blame was on every high ranking official—including you.
Everyone from being a specialist to the general of the army were losing their shit over these incidents because KorTac was supposed to promote opportunity and valour, but how can you do that if your fellow soldiers – doesn’t matter what rank they are – are going missing like some monster was plucking them off of their rooms one by one or rather off of the hallways when they’re past curfew.
Curfew falls under your responsibility too, sergeants up to lieutenant colonels were tasked to make sure that every rookie or corporal has to be following the curfew or rather their curfew. KorTac had implemented the curfew for the rookies up to the corporals’ weeks prior to your official employment according to Roze.
The last thing the people who called the shots wanted was a widespread panic amongst their troops.
“Do you have any hunch as to who it might be?” You asked her curiously, wanting to know the captain’s thoughts.
“It could be that newbie before you, Phillip Graves, but he’s mostly out on missions. So, that checks him out.” Stiletto answered, looking at you. “Then there could be the possibility of it being Horangi.”
“Why him?”
“He’s too violent.”
“Aren’t we all?”
Stiletto laughs at your response, shaking her head as if you’re being silly. The captain was nice, in your opinion at least. She pats you back lightly like an aunt would when you remind her of your mom when they were younger. There’s a twinkle in her eyes, one where it makes you wonder just how exactly does Stiletto see you—a daughter, sister or maybe a friend. Either way, you were in her good graces and that’s enough to quell your curiosities for now.
The two of you were practicing alone in the firing range. Those at the lower ranks had gone to sleep or were forced to sleep since it was curfew for them.
The atmosphere had gone heavy.
It was light and cheery in the morning, but at night, the happiness and laxness of the vicinity disappears, and you and the rest of the soldiers with a higher rank are faced with the reality that someone was picking off all of you one by one like candies inside your granny’s bowl of strawberry candy that you don’t see anywhere in the grocery store.
You know, the one’s you get when one day you became a grandma – or great-aunt, or even an honorary old “auntie” – and these things just magically appear at the bottom of your purse. The ones that once they start spilling out of your bag, you’ll find an intricate cut-glass bowl or dish in the middle of your living room and your grandkids or kids would just come and go while pocketing a handful of them, and the refill is somehow always in your purse.
Stiletto hands you a rosary from her pocket. You looked at the long wooden beads coated with silver chains and designs before glancing at the captain. You took it gently, letting the coolness of the holy object cool your skin that wraps around it. Oh, it’s a sweet gesture. Now you have something to wear around your neck, a little good luck charm despite the fact that you don’t really believe in God or a higher being. Her head is tilted to the side, looking at you with an analysing glance as silence befalls the two of you.
“Why…?” You asked her underneath the fluorescent lights of the firing range, riffles forgotten at each other’s side.
Stiletto shrugs, sighing tiredly, “Maybe the thing that’s picking us off one by one would be scared of the Lord.”
“I doubt he exists.”
“He’ll save you in your time of need. He answered my prayers. Maybe He’ll answer yours too.”
“What did you pray for?”
Stiletto is quiet for a moment, looking away before looking back at you with worry. She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.
“That you would still be alive the next time I see you… that you wouldn’t be next, lieutenant.”
“You’re the lieutenant that Horangi had referred to the company, ja?”
A voice says with a German accent to it, and by Mary, Joseph, and the Babeh Jesus what an alluring voice he has. It was low and rough, a tad bit raspy—gravelly. You thought to yourself that if you were Persephone and you heard this voice coaxing you into the warm embrace of the Underworld, you too would have cartwheeled and backflipped into Hades’s lap. Leaving the nymphs and the flowers, and the warm sun to drown in the enticing embrace of the God of Death while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
You turned around, half a mind to fuck the brains out of this man until you saw who was speaking to you and all horniness came to a halt as you realized who it was.
König.
You glanced directly at his eyes briefly before averting you gaze, Roze’s warning echoing in your head. You nod your head, confirming his question. You tell him your name and rank, which country you came from, and basically any general information you can tell to confirm your identity. Konig nods his head at your words. His eyes crinkled—was he smiling underneath the sniper hood?—and you can hear a smug tone on his voice.
“Ja, leutnantin, I’ve read your files.”
“Oh.”
Your eyes glanced to the side, seeing some soldiers chattering at the end of the hall. Good. There are people around. A polite smile blossoms on your face, offering it to the colonel – just like you would whenever you bump into a senior officer. Your mind raced why he was suddenly talking to you.
HE BARELY RESPONDED SO WHY WAS HE SUDDENLT BEING A CHATTER BOX?! You internally panicked since he often responded in hums or grunts whenever you give your report, didn’t even glance at you whenever the two of you passed by each other.
So, why now?
“Did you need something, sir?” You asked him politely, tilting your head a little as you crane your head to look at him properly because holy shit, he’s so fucking tall.
“I do, actually, Schatz.” König responds, cold eyes gazing down at your smaller form. “I need your help with a… serious matter. Come with me to my office.”
His strides are big and long as you struggled to keep up with him as he walked down the halls. Your eyes glued to his massive thighs… and oh. The soldiers within the halls part like the sea as König passed by as if he was Noah. They all lower their gaze, chattering going to a halt until only the sound of the storm raging outside can be heard.
“So, why do we need to go to your office?”
But König doesn’t answer, and his hands balled to a fist. You can see the cloth crinkle as his grip dug into his palms, while he ignores your question. Which is, in a way, rude since you were simply trying to gouge out information as to why your colonel was summoning you to his office. You furrowed your brows at his actions.
“It’s the least I should know, don’t you think–”
“Are you always so noisy?”
You blinked owlishly at his words, the colonel barely looking or glancing at you as he continued to walk down the halls of KorTac. Your breath hitches in your throat as you register the slight annoyance in his voice.
He finally looks at you, eyes crinkling as he laughs. And oh god, his laugh. The mere sound of it makes your cheek warm and make both of your lips smile.
“The look on your face earlier is funny, Schatz. However, you’re a lieutenant, no? I’m sure that despite how young you are, you’re mature enough to know that there are classified things that can only be discussed within the confines of an office, ja?”
“I’m sorry, colonel. I didn’t mean to let it slip off of my head.”
You feel like winning the lottery, but the prize isn’t a billion bucks—it’s the fact that you haven’t angered the colonel, and he’s not bashing your head to the pavement or maybe stabbing you where you stand and tearing your flesh with his gloved hands.
You don’t notice the guilt that settles on your face… nor the look of softness and endearment on König’s face as he admires the look of culpability blossoms on you face.
The softness of your face, the way your eyes are filled with such an adorable shyness when you think that he would actually reprimand you for something so innocent. You were so little compared to him too, so fragile… so weak. He relishes in this power over you—power over your reactions and your expressions. You looked so eager to stay on his good side. So eager to please him in your own innocent way. Whether you intentionally do it or not, König is being pumped full of dopamine at just you talking to him.
He's had his eye on you for a long while. The moment you stepped foot on base, beneath the scorching sun of the tarmac, König wanted nothing more than to snatch you and make you his. Drag you away from KorTac, smuggle you to Austria and lock you away in his house by the sea shore, away from prying eyes.
Where he can have you all to himself.
But even his rank and reputation in KorTac couldn’t save or excuse his behaviour if he does that. Everyone would think he was a freak or someone creepy if he were to ever just scoop you up. The way your voice echoes when you bark out your orders to those inferior to you, the way it softens when you talk to your friends – especially to Horangi, and König s gnawing at the cages of his enclosure because he wished you would talk to him the way you would to Horangi.
He wants to talk again without addressing you formally, but he is awkward with connecting to people. Even when he tried to follow his psychiatrist’s advice in trying to open up to people, König still has a hard time trying to initiate a conversation. The words piling up in his throat—stuck there for the rest of eternity.
König doesn’t know what to do with his hands, resisting the strong urge to grab yours—so tiny and adorable—and let his giant hand envelope it. You are pouting, gaze averted to the ground, cheek rosy from embarrassment, probably reprimanding yourself that you should’ve known better.
König isn’t sure if he wants you to be scared of him or not – and he hates that you are the first one to be an exception to his desires, because he wanted everyone to fear him. There is something dark, disgustingly predatory almost, in his thoughts as he watched you beat yourself up, but he doesn’t speak, and his fists are balled up because your voice and adorable face were too fucking much and he doesn’t even know how to talk to a girl in his adult years.
“C-colonel, we’re here.”
You hate that you stutter, but you can’t help it since your heart skipped a beat when you looked up and saw König looking at you with such softness and tenderness from his gigantic height. You had to take a deep breath, shaking your head at the delusion it’s not a delusion, you aren’t seeing things runnin in your head.
No.
That was wrong. That idea in itself would be wrong. The colonel was someone wise despite his violent tendencies. He would never entertain the idea of being with a fellow soldier. Not to mention bend the rules just to risk his position and rank. It would be stupid for him. It wouldn’t be worth it for him, and you just fucking know it.
“Ah… right. Bitte, wait a minute.”
You can see how miniscule the keys are to his hand, his form bending down a little and when he stood back up, he was at least three inches taller than the fucking doorway. He turns the lights on and gestures for you to step in. He closed the door behind you as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his gigantic desk.
The desk looked proportionate to his form, and the office chair he has accommodates him greatly and it makes your heart flutter because he looks like a king and all he had to do was give out his decree, and you would be scrambling to do said decree to please him because holy shit something about how big he is, is making your insides churn deliciously–
Wait. Bitch, you better stop. Your thoughts screeched to halt, smacking yourself internally because you’re sure you’re not yet in your ovulation week because you just finished your period four days prior… No, that’s not true, you lost track of your cycle due to the recent events that happened at base. The colonel was twiceyour size, and you’re not sure if you can take him.
Not in a fight, of course.
“So, about the recent events happening here at base, I’m sure you’re well aware of it by now.” König starts, leaning at the desk. “Soldiers are disappearing left and right, the younger ones wouldn’t take long before they stop buying our lies, and we need a way to stop whoever it is that is picking is off and making us drop like flies.”
He stopped, eyes roaming as if he’s analysing you.
“Hase, you are quite the prodigy that at such a young age you’ve managed to achieve the rank of lieutenant, and I am completely impressed.” König says, nodding to himself as if he’s proud of you. “Someone of your calibre would be of valuable help to catch the culprit or, rather, the creature that’s currently on the loose in base and hunting us one by one.”
“Creature? Don’t you mean person?”
“I’d like you to look at these and tell me that a human was behind these incidents.”
König slides you a dossier and you merely throw a confused glance at him before opening said dossier, and you almost–No. You do regret opening the fucking folder.
The entrails of the victims are chewed off and sprawled across the floor, the ground was a sea of blood. Some of them had missing parts, but mostly the torso was empty, intestines being the only thing left behind from the inside of the corpses, and there were a few where the eyes hangs out of its socket and runs down their faces like a veiny egg yolk. You want to look away, but you can’t. Some pictures showed the skins have been peeled off, most had been cleanly peeled off. Even the nipples were intact. Never to this day have you seen anything so horrible.
Finally, the urge to puke tore your attention away from the files, smacking it to the table as you swivelled your head away, and your mouth unhinged as the familiar disgusting liquid of your insides went past your throat. Before any of it could spill past your lips, a bucket had been shoved to catch it. König holds the bucket to your mouth. Meanwhile, you did nothing but vomit. Over and over again. Long after it seemed there was nothing more to bring up, you continued to vomit.
At last, after a good solid minute, you stopped. Tears prickled your face as puke-mixed snot went down your throat. König was kind enough to offer you tissues to help clean yourself up before he hands you a glass of water, and getting rid of your vomit.
“I’m sorry.” You weakly said. “That caught me off guard and I–” The words cut off in your thought as you shuddered as the pictures seared into your head. Well, guess this is my thirteenth reason.
“It’s fine, Schatz. Nothing to be sorry about. It is rare for someone to stomach such evidence.” He reassures you.
His giant hand rubs soothing circles on your back and it’s so comforting that you eventually calm down and catch your breath. The taste of bile still lingers and you downed glass after glass of water just to get rid of it but seemingly failing to do so. Yet it is nothing compared to the electrifying touch of König’s fingers that glide behind your back, passing by the wing ang hooks of your bra. Of course, he didn’t mean to do that he most definitely did intendes to do that because he was just trying to ease you out of your sickened state.
“I’m sorry.” You say again.
The pout on your lips was making you adorable and König was glad he was the way that he was right now. Had he been the same age as you, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. He would’ve pushed you down on his desk, giant hands spreading your legs, tearing your clothes, while he makes you beg for his cock–
“As I’ve said before, Schatz. It’s fine. We have to recompose ourselves from time to time. After all, we’re only human, no?”
You look up at him from where you seat, smiling softly at him. He was so nice. Your eyes flickered to his neck, and then on to his fingers. Seeing the lack of wedding band on him had you feeling butterflies. Was he not married? Who wouldn’t want to marry him? Was he ugly?
His baby blue eyes—like a mixture of storm grey skies and the heartless depths of the ocean—were a soft hint to the fact that he was handsome. You just know. Unconsciously licking your lips, your eyes scanned him over – in the most shameless manner, but that was fine. You can always chuck it up to you just analysing him.
“Now, Schatz.” His fingers wrapped around you chin, coaxing you gently to look up at him. “Lieutenant colonel Allard, Captain O’Neil, and I will be conducting a manhunt starting at 00:00 up until to 04:30 this Friday. Allard would be taking the North side of the base, I’ll be taking the South, and O’Neil would be taking the West area–”
You paid attention to every word he said, nodding your head every now and then. You kept your eyes locked to his, unaware of the growing tent inches away from your face in your colonel’s pants.
“–which is why I called you to my office.” His voice rips you out of your trance. “I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to lend out a hand in catching whatever it was that’s picking us off one by one?”
“Yes, sir.”
The way you responded with such speed had you internally clutching your pearls. You were so confused as to why you had agreed so easily without even asking for the details. Hopefully, your colonel would be kind enough to graciously brief you and the team before he sends you all out to play limbo with this culprit.
König smiles at your eagerness to help the team—to help him. The younger ones weren’t so eager like you; often having to be bribed with a reward just to help. But you? You said yes without any hesitation.
“Are you married, Schatz?”
“No, sir.”
“How come? Most female or male soldiers your age are married. Why aren’t you?”
“Why aren’t you?”
Your body tensed as your mind caught up with that loose mouth of yours, but before you could even stop yourself the words had already been uttered into the world. Holding your tongue and making you blurt this in front of your superior needs to be fired. Like, bro, pick a different sim to fuck up. Please. You might’ve had the chance to be in his good graces, being offered promotion after promotion because König did say he’s read your files – he’s awfully touchy too, but maybe that’s because he’s comfortable around you. You might’ve had a chance of walking out the office, alive and healthy with nothing but a nod of a head and telling you to be prepared for the operation this upcoming Friday – but now you’ve said those words with such casualness that it doesn’t really suit the dynamic between you two, and could promptly land you to some punishments. You could–
The colonel chuckles, eyes closed as his shoulder’s shook, and the sound of it makes your cheeks flare with warmth.
“What gave it away, Schatz?”
Your body relaxed, seeing he wasn’t offended or irritated by your response.
“It’s uh… um, the lack of wedding ring, sir.”
“Oh? What an observant klein leutnantin.”
He looks at you, contemplating for a moment before König spoke.
“I have trouble finding a… suitable mate, if you will. Mutter often tells me that I’m a carbon copy of my father, which could explain why she’s so distant and hostile towards me. I don’t… I don’t know or saw the need to find a partner until… until recently.”
His gaze lands on you as he said the last two words. You furrowed your brows, wondering who or what could’ve changed his mind. With a tilt of your head to the side, you asked him a question that stems from his words.
“How come your mother hated you just because you looked like your father? You can’t exactly control your looks.”
“Because he was a monster who had forced himself on her, and forced her to carry his child – which would be me.”
Your eyes widened at that. You didn’t exactly expect the colonel to say it so casually, as if it’s a fun fact you’re telling to a kindergarten. You pursed your lips, looking away, feeling awkward and bad now that you had brought up the topic.
“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t… know.” Was all you can muster.
“You seem to not know anything at all, Schatz.” He cooed at you. “It’s alright. You needn’t be sorry. How I was born is something I cannot control, but the outcome of who I can be is.”
König chuckles, walking over to pat your head affectionately and holy shit it has your heart racing.
“Growing up, the children my age shunned me. They had thrown rocks at me, calling me a monster. My mother did nothing to comfort me, dismissing me and shoving a sack to cover my face. I spent most times outside the house, often sleeping on caves by the waters or at the sand by the shore. The lake is something comforting, I must say… I miss it – yearn for it, if you will."
“Lake? Don’t you mean ocean?”
“My hometown was in Hallstatt Lake, Austria.”
His words ring a bell. You could’ve sworn you’ve heard of Hallstatt Lake before. You tried to remember where you heard it, but couldn’t. Oh, well. If I can’t remember it, then it ain’t that important.
My father travelled from the ocean and dwelled by the lakes of that area. Then he saw mein mutter and... you know how that story went. Anyways, I have learned that I am… hideous. Therefore, that is one of the contributes as to why I am still, in your kind’s terms, single.”
“So you’ve never had partners before? Not even… I dunno… doing the devil’s tango? Sex?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “No, Schatz. They back out the last minute.”
You looked at him pitifully. He was a lonely man, wanting to have someone beside him and yet his self-esteem was so low. Maybe fucking him could boost his self-esteem. It’s not like I’m craving him, I’m simply helping. Maybe I could be the first to teach him the intimate touch of a woman. The comforts of the flesh. There was something about damaged men that are just so fucking hot. After all, it’s just a twenty-three years old age gap between König and I – Woah, what?! Pause. Your thoughts screeched to a halt, pinching yourself for letting it wander off that far.
How did it get to this?
How did the two of you get so comfortable to the point he’s literally just trauma dumping on you, and you’re lending an ear to listen. You should be walking out f the door, telling him this was unprofessional but you find yourself glued to the chair, heart going out to König as you empathize with him.
“I may not know what you look like under the mask, but mom did tell me that you can see if a person has a handsome or beautiful face is by looking at the shape of their eyes.”
“Oh? And what have you deduced from just observing my eyes, Schatz? Am I considered monstrous?”
“No, sir… I’d say you’re beautiful.”
König’s eyes widened at your words, his cheeks burning beneath the mask and he’s so fucking thankful that you can’t see his face or what he looks like underneath. His heart thumps louder than it did when he first saw you.
He is fighting the urge to invite you to move in with him to his quarters, keeping you all to himself. König’s sure that his bedroom is way more spacious and comfier than that of a lieutenant’s. The Austrian giant has to physically restrain himself from snatching you, and dragging you into the shadows with him where no one can rip you from his embrace – he can’t bear thinking about you being with someone else.
“Was it offensive… sir?”
“No, liebling. I just think you are blind.”
König would absolutely whisk you away right now. All you need to do was say the word, and he’d be following your words as if they are the ten commandments. He can and will buy you an estate if you want, just pick a place—preferably in Hallstatt, Austria—and that would be easy for him. König would love to just provide for you, to get to go home to someone as adorable and meek as you are – eager to succeed and be praised by the most little of things. You would be protected there. No one would ever disturb you.
His father was never there for his mother. Left nothing to support her other than trauma after he was hunted down by the townsfolk and brutally murdered. König tells himself that he would be different, that he would give you the world. You need only ask.
He understands that being delusional isn’t healthy, and that his psychiatrist would definitely shoot him with a Nerf gun for letting himself descend into this type of madness, but he was old.
And lonely.
And you’re just so sweet and so nice to him, going so far as to tell him he’s beautiful. And despite spending too much time in waters, König drowns himself in fantasies about you being in a giant house, welcoming him home after his deployment, pregnant and eager to kiss him sweetly. You who can be his everything. A cure for his troubles and woes, even though his psychiatrist had severely advised him to not put your partner on high pedestals because it is extremely unhealthy and co-dependent.
König knows he can’t just blurt shit out as he pleases, lest he scares you away. You would scream at him, call him a sociopath – or a psychopath if you aren’t as knowledgeable as him in the department of terms. He is only self-aware enough to know that he can lose you if he made one wrong move.
He’s old and tired. And he wants to experience fatherhood before he dies, preferably having you as his klein Frau. But he can’t rush you. He needs to bid his time. In that moment, König decided—regretfully so—to let you go back to your duties for the day.
He needed to get close to you than he ever did before—needed to work with you to have you close to him at all times.
“That would be all, liebling.” König says to you. “You are free to go now. I don’t really want to hold you up here for too long.”
“It’s an honour to be picked by you, colonel.” You chirp happily, eager to maintain this casualness between you two in hopes of getting promoted faster.
The giant, behemoth of a man watches you walk away from him, eyes glued to your hips and adorable, plump ass. Your frame still smaller than him even when you stood up to your full height. It was endearing to him. Soft blue eyes following your every move, watching you as you give him one last smile and a friendly wave before you closed the door shut behind you.
“I’d say you’re beautiful.”
Your words echoed in his head, making the older being flustered as he ran his hands over his face and sighed. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, and he knew he’d be clinging to that until the day he died.
“It shall be the day that the sun is at its peak when you find what you longingly desire. Once the sky is thick with water and the blood of warriors are spilled, the gods will give you a chance to converse with this creature. You should turn them away. Put them at arms-length, but you are a selfish being. You would devour them, drain them until they are merely husks because of your depravities… I pity this young girl.”
He recalls the stupid reading he had gotten from a so-called ‘wise woman’ twelve years ago in her quaint house at Wolfengasse street. Maybe that völva was genuine in her craft before she left Austria.
#könig call of duty#könig x reader#könig smut#könig cod#konig mw2#konig call of duty#konig x reader#konig smut#call of duty smut#cod fanfic#cod smut#call of duty x reader#bvnnywrites#konig cod#konig x y/n#konig modern warfare#konig headcanons#cod x reader#konig x reader smut#cod mwf2#cod modern warfare#cod mwii smut#konig cod smut#konig imagine#konig x you#konig x female reader#konig x fem! reader#monster!könig#monster!könig x reader#monster!konig
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
spellbound: young and stupid
ch1
masterlist
-OH MY FUCKING GOD EVERYONE STAY CALM!!!
-heh. hey kittens did u miss me….
-alright. buckle the fuck up bc we are in for a LONGGGGG ride. aka. 95 chapters.
^bc of that sometimes i’ll post twice a day sometimes i won’t. depends on the vibes.
-ANYWAY HEHEHEH i’ve put my blood sweat and tears into this ok???? i’m so excited that it’s finally done and i can share it all with u….
-i hope u enjoy!!! and if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just lmk!
-also instead of maki and them being a year above everyone is the same age here now lolz (like aged up ages since yk college au!)
-ok kittens daddy must leave now bye !
LINK TO A MASTERLIST OF HELP LINKS FOR PALESTINE, CONGO, AND SUDAN
#smau#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smau#jujutsu kaisen smau#jjk texts#jujutsu kaisen texts#jujutsu kaisen text posts#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk megumi#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#megumi smau#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi fushiguro smau#megumi fluff#bimbos jjk smaus#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen fanfic
615 notes
·
View notes
Text
❁ �� 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺 ❞
━ second years + leona kingscholar + malleus draconia and second year! royal! gn! reader
━ being royalty sounds great until you have a sheltered upbringing due to your parents' constant worry over someone potentially harming you - the heir to the throne. so it was no wonder you never experienced things a normal person does, such as hanging out with friends and having dinner or visiting tourist spots in the country. upon revealing this information, your fellow second years and two of the other royal students of this campus decided to take a one-week trip to explore much of sage's island and give you a short taste of freedom. (f/n means first name)
requested by: @king-zi
request type: oneshot
requester's message: ◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ it's me again, lol.. I heard requests were open again, I just finished reading the newest malleusxreader fic and I really enjoyed it(your writing makes me weak, in a good way), anyway here's the request:
Could you do a platonic oneshot with the second years + Leona and Malleus (why?idk) where the reader is royalty and has never experienced going outside as they've been shielded away from prying eyes and the outside, and now that reader's in their second year, the second years and co decide to teach reader how to have fun and take a trip, maybe around sage island or maybe one of the boys hometowns to experience freedom?
Apologies if this is confusing, anyway have a great evening/day/night
florist's note: hii again! i love writing these types of fics where the reader just spends time w a group of students ahaha, thank you for the request!
this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc, but there will be mentions of the current twst jp event, stage in playful land: the dancing puppet and the fabled amusement park.
do not steal or translate without my permission.
"i've... never been to an amusement park..."
silence suddenly filled the room as your fellow second-years stared at you for a moment. the silence was then cut short by azul as he let out a sigh, "oh my, it seems the royal highness of our batch never went out of their castle."
you and the other second years have been conversing for a while about things they could do for the weekend and the upcoming break, and when it came to the point that it was your turn to speak, you barely had anything to share and told them the truth.
"i was raised in an overprotective household, so i was sheltered all my life. forgive me for not hearing of this... so-called 'playful land amusement park'."
"it's a 'mysterious' amusement park that shows up only once a year," spoke riddle. you nodded your head a little in understanding before humming in response, "hmm... well, if that's the case, the chances will be low for us to see it this weekend..."
kalim then gasped as he beamed at you, "oh, i know! why don't we tour around sage's island?! there's a lot of things to see here, f/n!" azul seemed to find this idea appealing as he nodded and verbalised his agreement, "yes, that's a great idea. this trip will also allow me to see new business opportunities and possible expansion for mostro lounge."
riddle sighed at azul's words, "you never change, huh... but kalim has a point. it would do good for us to explore..." you smiled a little at riddle, "you also will have a benefit from this trip, riddle."
"how long will the trip be?" asked jamil.
"one week!" exclaimed kalim.
jamil was about to respond until jade smiled and said, "one week sounds good. it just so happens that our break is approaching soon. shall we start planning the itinerary?" floyd seemed excited at the thought of exploring sage's island as he placed his arm on his brother's shoulder, "this is so exciting~ hehehehe~!"
"oh, is it alright if i invite two other people?" you asked as you tilted your head slightly in curiosity. ruggie seemed to have the idea on who you were thinking of, making him laugh, "shishishishi~ of course, you can!"
you then glanced at silver, hoping to hear an input from him, only to see him asleep while seated.
the day of the trip came and you were staring at your bag - which was empty aside from your wallet. "is this really all i could bring...?" you mumbled to yourself until you heard a knock on your door, snapping you out of your thoughts.
you opened the door, only to be greeted by the savanaclaw dorm leader standing with his arms crossed, "hey, we're about to leave."
"hang on, i still need to see what else i have to bring."
leona raised a brow in response before looking at your bag filled with only your wallet, "that's already enough, your highness." you could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he addressed you that way, making you sigh as you shrugged and grabbed your bag.
"okay, if you say so."
upon arrival to the gates of night raven college, you saw malleus standing with silver and the rest of the second years, making you smile as he finally received the invitation you extended to him. however, leona did not look pleased at all.
"the lizard's coming with us?"
malleus heard leona's remark and turned to face him, "it seems the big cat is joining us..."
"one trip. that's all i ask," you retorted before they could start their cat fight once more. jade then approached you and showed you the itinerary, "your majesty, we're starting off with the famous patisserie located at the foot of this mountain, then we'll head to the ports next."
your eyes stayed on the itinerary that jade was showing you before grabbing it and reading its contents, "hmm... a week's worth of exploration. this is great..." you then handed back the itinerary, "also, you don't have to address me that way. we're schoolmates, right?"
and with that, the day began. you and the rest of the second years started visiting the patisserie at the foot of the mountain to get something to eat.
you stood beside malleus as you both eyed the menu with great concentration.
"there's so much to serve... they start off with black coffee, then a frappe, a mocha, and 5 more drinks before they move on to the pastries?" you questioned, thinking that the patisserie will be serving the entire menu just like how most 5-star restaurants do.
malleus glanced at you, thinking the same way but at the same time, he had his doubts. ruggie was on the other side and he could hear everything you were saying, "ah, is that what happens when you're a closeted rich person? shishishi, n/n, you get to pick only what you want to get."
"really?"
"yes."
your eyes scanned the menu again before looking up at malleus, "what will you get? there's so many choices." the diasomnia dorm leader hummed as his eyes continued scanning the menu, "we can always get more than one..."
you nodded, "yes, you're right. then i'll have this..." you pointed at a drink and several pastries, making ruggie glance at you since he was only holding one muffin. you noticed his glances and smiled, "do you want anything, ruggie? i'll add it into my tab."
ruggie's eyes lit up as soon as you offered to pay it for him, making him point at the pastries he had been thinking of getting. leona, meanwhile, merely bought a single coffee and drank it with no other words.
your group ended up coming out of the patisserie satisfied. aside from what you ordered for yourself, you added a slice of cake for each person in the group to make sure they all had their fill.
"the cake you bought was so tasty!" exclaimed kalim as he beamed at you, while jamil gave you a small smile. "it was very generous of you, your highness. thank you."
"since you bought something for me, allow me to return the gratitude," spoke azul as he gave you a polite smile, but you knew all too well that he wanted to stay on your good side. well, not like it bothered you. "this trip is more than worth it. your presence alone brings me great joy knowing i am not alone in this journey," you spoke a tad bit formally.
"ah, you flatter me," spoke azul. floyd, on the other hand, had nothing to fear as he slumped his arm over your shoulders and spoke in a merry tone, "*chaetodon-sama is so generous~!"
you smiled at them and thanked them for their kind words before heading to the ports. your eyes scanned the area, seeing the fishermen and sailors preparing their boats to start their journey to the sea, while their families waved at them and wished them a good luck.
leona was standing beside you as he noticed you have been staring at the locals doing their own thing, "there's a lot to see in sage's island." his voice made you snap out of your thoughts as you glanced at him before looking back at them, your eyes staying on the woman nearby as she waved at her husband with a sweet smile.
"...it's definitely something that people of our status don't see much," you spoke softly, "being locked up in that castle has made me ignorant on the ways of the common folk..." leona stayed silent for a moment before he patted your head, and you can tell he was a little hesitant to do so, but you appreciated the gesture.
you looked up at him and smiled a little before looking back at the locals, "...i'd like to do this again when i'm back to my kingdom, to see what my people do on the daily..." leona hummed softly in response, "i'm sure you'll do well with it."
you merely hummed in response before looking back at your other schoolmates, seeing them speak to the sailors or talk amongst themselves, laughing and bickering playfully. it all brought a small smile on your face.
'a short taste of freedom with the people who made me feel what home was...'
*chaetodon - taken from chaetodon nippon, which is a japanese butterfly fish.
© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.
#requested flower#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twisted wonderland x you#twisted wonderland x reader#malleus draconia#Leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#riddle rosehearts#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#silver#silver vanrouge#silver twst#twst silver#twst floyd#twst azul#twst jade#stage in playful land
140 notes
·
View notes
Note
Ah can you believe it??? Tomorrow's the update☺️☺️ Can't wait to read it and feel rage at the cliffhanger that you will undoubtedly bestow on us 😊 (bad evil Dana)
I canNOT believe it!! Time is literally flying oh my goodness...
You know me so well, I do love those cliffhangers!!! I guess we'll have to wait and see if there's going to be another one for Chapter Twelve hehehehe.... 🤭🫣BUT I'm super excited to share this update with you all, things are starting to get COMPLICATED!!!
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hiiii BattleMaiden13! I had a thought so now I gotta ask! Or at least share this thought! Possible spice if you wanna do a spice vers, or you can do spice vs non spice vers
What would all of HND!MC Love interests think if MC design a whole outfit, hairstyle, dyed hair, accessories, jewelry etc, for them?
Like has they're favourite things on the outfit, fav type of clothing on MC, they're magic colour as the main palette etc! Like say for sans has magic colour dyed, star and constellations in hair clips and on outfit, thigh highs, big jacket like his, but more star or science or puns designs, little ketchup zipper keychain, hair in space buns, moon and sun earrings. Pretty much all they're favourite things and maybe fav clothing wise turn ones (socks/knee highs for those Skellies ;)), blue with sailor faintly in the design or clothing 180, edge with lingerie faintly showing but defiantly eye catching)
Maybe if possible for all love interests incase your unsure or a new fan is unsure, neighbour Skellies(sans, papyrus, blue, orange, red, edge, Berry, syrup), hotel skellies(axe, crooks, ink, error, dream, nightmare, day(daydream), killer), mafia Skellies(roulette, sniper, carbine, rifle, colt, musket), and Mint + Mango(technically also hotel Skellies in a way-) if you do mango the friendship bracelet is very easily seen, like cute sleeves rolled up above elbows or short sleeves)??? And if willing to do spoilers, the new (6?) Skeletons?
Hehehehe, if ya can't tell, Hiiiii it's meeeee
~💚𝒯𝒽ℯℴ💚
Also,
Thank you for being my main inspiration for writing again, I’ve been struggling with writers block and gave up on many projects because just didn’t have motivation or inspiration or just fell outta love for my own projects, and for giving me inspiration to start Cosplay and outfit designing and just fashion again, and thank you so very VERY much for getting my artistic side going in every way and far more then before that I never had ideas on how to start or get into it, you are really amazing, and l'm so happy I found you! And I absolutely love all your writing, art, etc! Thank you so very much! Honestly and truly, I adore you and your works, I hope you get amazing weekend, week, month, year, everything! You truly deserve it and words can not express how absolutely fantastic you are!
Remember to get some rest, take breaks, eat, drink water! To you and anyone! Have an amazing weekend My Fair Maiden!
OMG THEO!! Same page gang!
I actually have plans for this later on. Like Mc will coordinate her outfits on dates with the skeletons so she matches and now I want like Magic Hair dye that can change colors super easily with a mist spray or something. AHHH.
The Sans outfit you have described here is super cute! with the space buns and big jacket with the detail! AHHHH I want all of it.
Since I will be like doing this in later chapters I don't want to give too much away but MC has even started this. When she went on her double date with Blue and Orange (and Myra I guess) She picked out Blue's colors and a modern outfit that she thought he would like and would match.
I have a plan later for Red which is going to drive him wild. One of his thick jackets, Short ass black skirt with a red belt that has gold chains hanging off it, a red bralette, no shirt, Thigh high socks, Red and black sneakers with gold accents and a choker/collar. My favourite part about this outfit that is so totally up Red's alley is she won't be wearing it for him, even though she borrows a jacket XD I am very excited. It's one of the chapters I've had planned for a while.
I have some plans for the others too like MC classic Skulls outfit for Colt, a goddess cut dress for Nightmare and Dream, A dark purple lolita dress to mess with Berry, Orange's hoodie with underwear and nothing else for Orange. There is so much we could do both spicy and not. I am now very excited about these possible outfits.
Also
Thank you. You are so sweet and I'm so happy to hear my work can help inspire others. I want to see everything you make/do!! Thank you so much for being so nice to me! I will look after myself and you need to as well!! Have a great, day, week, year, life!! Thank you!!
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
ok ok ! lots to talk about !
i finally read all of dolcezza and HABDJSAHGAGS oh my goodness. even after reading all your works for well over a year now, i don’t think ill even get used to how amazing of a writer you are. i truly FELT everything in that story, from her pain of asking for help (she’s soooo real omfg she’s just like me) to the anxiety and terror in the last chapter ???? HELLO I WAS SO SCARED SHDBJSJAHS IT WAS SOOOO GOOD I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE PLANNED FOR THE BLURBS they were truly soulmates since the first part when they ran into eachother🥹🥹🥹 i LOVED how he was so mushy and soft and just completely head over heels for her it gave me ALL the feels😭😭💞💞✨✨
next: I JUST FINISHED MY FRIEND’S TOYOTA AND OMGGGGG AHHHHH !!!!! it’s soooooo cute and soft and the way they’re both just hopeless romantics looking for the love of their life i cantttt😭 AND IT WAS SO CUTE HOW YOU ADDED THE WHOLE “should i bring a coat” SCENE LIKE IN THE SONG AHHHH I WAS SMILING SO HARD I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHATS GONNA HAPPEN WITH THEM (and when they finally get close enough to share that they both had the same fantasies for their college years ????🥹🥹🥹🥹 im gonna sob)
i just ughhhh i love your writing and your characters soooooo much you never fail to make me fall COMPLETELY in love with your stories
ALSOOOO I LISTENED TO THE SONG AND OMGGGG IT FEELS LIKE LAYING IN A MEADOW AT THE START OF SPRING WHEN ALL THE FLOWERS AND TREES ARE JUST STARTING TO BLOOM AND JUST LAYING IN THE GRASS AND STARING AT THE SKY AND FEELING THE WIND UGHHH ITS SOOO GOOD THANK YOU FOR THE REC I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYSSS APPRECIATE THE MUSIC (along with everything else!)
love you and hope you’re doing reallyyyy well <333
~🎶🎀
AHHHH Yay yay yay yay!
I'm so flattered you think I'm such a good writer 😭 it's so so nice of you!
I love making Harry a mushy mess of a man. I assume he is and i will not be told differently 💕 I have gotten the feeling that we could start a club here on 1d1195.tumblr.com about being too hard on ourselves and not being able to ask for help 😭💕 I'm glad you related to her! I always find it's easier to read when the character is relatable in someway. I'm sorry you have a hard time asking for help. I truly know how difficult and lonely that can be! I'm sorry for making you so scared but hopefully it was quite the relief by the end! I'm glad you're excited for future blurbs! I am too! 🤭 I should probs come up with some ideas besides an alternate stalker-scene hehehehe
I LOVE writing about songs. It's the easiest way for me to write, honestly. I guess that speaks more to the song-artist than about me hehehe. The second I hear a song I like, I envision a whole story about the lyrics. Noah Kahan has been KILLING me for months. His new song Forever just officially dropped today and I can't with "we can't make rent, so we window shop." I have lots of ideas based on songs rolling around in my head and you can see how quick I write when I have a song that makes the story easier based on some of my older work (not that I'd recommend reading anything older it's trashy af).
YOU ARE THE SWEETEST 😭💕
I have yet to fully dive into the lyrics of Paint, but glossing over them, they seem a bit sad. So idk if I'd be able to write one of my cute-gross stories, but I might spin it another direction. I'm so glad you liked it and love your description of it! I agree completely (also if I were to write about this song, I'd probs include a meadow scene).
Thanks so much for reading my stuff! I appreciate you greatly!!!
xoxo
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi Em! Just read your new fic, Paper Bags. I’m so excited to see what you got in store for us w this one. As I read, I was wondering about some of the details and curious if you wouldn’t mind sharing your thoughts on it. Peter is def older than, I think, in any of your fics and def w an older child than in TBART. Any particular reason why you made him older?! I am so looking forward to see how Peter and MJ get together bc 9 years as a widow is quite a lot without getting together before that?! Or maybe they have or thats something you’ll share later in other chapters? Anyway, I can’t wait to read more of this universe. Thank you to your whims!!
Peter IS older!! I wanted his kid to be older, closer to the teenage years than I've written before so that their dynamic could be a little different, the request for packed lunches to be a little more out of left field and that in turn meant Peter had to be older
More about their friendship and history is gonna come out later in the fic. 9 years is a long time, maybe, but who says that both Peter and MJ have both been alone that whole time? Theyve also just been busy! Peter being so young when he had his child and when they lost Gwen meant his early twenties were a little hectic then going back to school, working and parenting- man's been in survival mode. MJ is an established actress, building a career.
I can't wait to get into it all a little bit more hehehehe
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
You don't have to respond to this (and I hope it's okay to say this. I'm so sorry if it's not) but I just wanted to let you know that your designs are so cool! And Cryptid College is really exciting right now! Updates have become one of those things that I wait eagerly for each week because I'm so curious where the plotline with Hyde and Chicago is going to go! Thank you so much for sharing it, I know making a comic that updates by two whole pages every week is probably a lot!
HEHEHEHE GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET TYSM ANON <3 <3 <3
HANGING THIS UP LIKE THIS RN LOOKIN AT IT EVERY DAY
for YOU? lil doodles of the current chapter
Yeah this is pretty much whats going on right now
#cryptid college stuff#jekyll and hyde#henry jekyll#edward hyde#comic#webcomic#im such a girl who character designs half the beasts i design for this comic dont even have speaking roles#dorian gray you have such deep lore for a guy who has so far just been shown...opening a door
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
campy vampy bite bite 👀👀👀👀 (you know I love vampires and I have to ask for this one)
hehehehe, I'm so glad you asked!!!! I actually love this wip so much, it's my latest baby and I'm super excited about it. I think you will like what I've got planned 👀
From this tag game
Okay, so, I won't go into too much detail about who's who, but I will give some details regarding the world. The concept kind of surrounds the question: what if vampires have always existed and what would that look like in a modern-day society that is dictated by bureaucracy?
We have vampires and vampire hunters. There are also normal police officers, and different departments within the government that are put in place to basically... kill... vampires off. There are "normal" vampires, vampires that have been "turned" in the "wrong way"*, and there's even an underground drug network (including clubs where humans go to get their freak on with vampires). We also can't forget the corruption and of course, the murder mystery storyline.
*I have planned out multiple ways for a human to be turned into a vampire
It's a pretty big story that I don't even have a full first chapter for lol. But I'm pretty excited to see where it'll go. It's a little bit of Romeo & Juliet meets Pride and Prejudice meets Beyond Evil meets vampiric lore.
From my limited research, it would seem that Korea doesn't have its own vampire lore, so they tend to take inspiration from Western and Chinese cultures. I am also going to be doing this, as I think it'll be super fun to take inspiration from multiple cultures (and considering Joo Won canonically spent time in England, it would make sense to throw in a mix of European lore in there)
It's rated E cause of violence, lots of blood, and... of course, sexual content 🤷♀️
At the moment, it's mainly just vibes, but here's a snippet from the opening scene.
The orchestra is bastardising Doga’s Gramophone. The main cause and culprit of this crime is the pianist, who’s torturing his keys a beat out of time, causing the whole piece to slug and be weighed down by his lack of urgency in tempo and finesse. Although, that might be the bourbon talking. Han Joo Won has been standing on the sidelines, listening to the god-awful mockery of classical music for what might be considered a rude amount of time. The ballroom - if one could call it that - did not possess the acoustics for such a piece, resulting in the already unflattering debacle sounding tinny and out of tune.
Under the finery of his designer suit jacket, Joo Won readjusts his perfectly tailored, perfectly pressed, perfectly starched, perfectly perfect embroidered waistcoat. He straightens his back with a slight ache in his lower spine, the heels of his Italian leather dress shoes are doing nothing for him other than causing his thighs to ache and his toes to throb. He’s been standing for far too long for such an event, which was a strategic decision he made almost forty minutes ago. He’s cleverly hidden from view behind a pompous flower arrangement; out of sight and hopefully away from his father’s ever-watching, ever-critical, ever-loathing gaze.
In this quiet corner by himself, with the bar still in sight, he can keep an eye on the table where his father currently resides. Including the exit, the musicians, and the majority of guests. A rather smart move on his behalf - if he did say so himself - as anyone could slip past security in this private event. Anyone could harm them.
There was another reason for his self-imposed isolation: he did not want to spend another second sharing a table with some of the most unintelligent and uninteresting people he’s ever been forced to be acquainted with. Han Joo Won is a man nearing his thirties and has met every kind of person there is to know in the circles he was born into. The list is predictable and finite, tedious and banal, ostentatious and pretentious, and Joo Won knows how to handle each and every one of them. He’s been trained his whole life for evenings such as this.
-
I hope you like the detail of the embroidered waistcoat; I think I added that after one of our chats regarding Joo Won in pretty clothes 😊
Thank you for sending me this ask!! I really hope to make some progress with this fic because I think it's super fun and it would be great to share it with people
12 notes
·
View notes
Note
so here I am as promise to comment on the last five chapters♡
fist of all THEY WERE SO GODDAMN SWEET I COULD CRY(╥﹏╥)
in chapter 39 when Billie opens the gif that Wilhelmina gave her it made me so emotional, I almost cried hsjs
chapter 40 was so cute, they love each other so much and the make out session was so hot 😳
from here to 43 the sweetness was growing exponentially I'm surprised I haven't melted yet jahshdjs
I just love vulnerable venable so much and cry baby Billie is such a sweet, I just want to protect em from everything that's bad, talking about bad, fucking Emma, my blood boils, she's just so fucking awful, I can't express what I feel for her in English, there's nothing like cursing in your native language hajsjs, but Emma culiá I hate her 😤
I'm expecting the moment Wilhelmina see Emma face to face it's going to be so good ajsks probably not much for Billie but Emma has it coming 😑
I could keep talking but I will finish saying that I saw the post where you apologize for taking more time than usual between chapter and let me tell you that if we have made it this far we will never leave jajaksk, and yes, life get in the way, and that's okey, it's part of the process, knowing that you have the intention of keep writing, for me, is enough, you will update when you can and that's okey it's suppose to be fun and not add another stress factor to you life, so don't feel guilty we really love this story and for extend we love you and want you to be okey and happy jeje
so that's that jajsk thank you so much for keep writing, although I couldn't read them for a while, I was really excited for the moment I could again, this story brings me a lot of joy, ly♡
HII! I was looking forward for your thoughts! Thank you 😭😭💗💗 you’re always so sweet and so supportive and I just 🥺 it means the world, specially in these times where I feel so insecure for spacing out the updates so much (next one is almost halfway through!!!) so truly, thank you! I love how your emotions are so strong because same hahaha thank you thank you, don’t ever hesitate to come share your thoughts with me!! I’m for sure super excited to write about they all meeting hehehehe 💗💜
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
Saw the words hockey and Nico di Angelo in the same sentence in one of your tags and I am now frothing at the mouth (affectionate) , I can't wait for you to share that fic with us
hehehehe oh BUDDY am I working on it!!! i'm editing chapter 5/21 right now. 20 isn't the final chapter count either, so who knows how long it'll end up but I'm SO excited to get to share it, I'm hoping yall will love it as much as I do once I finally get around to posting it :D
for reference - the first four chapters, which are mostly complete, total at 27k words. this thing is a BEAST but i am chipping away at it fr.
#hockey au#MY MOST BELOVED STORY#i truly hope i am doing the characters justice with it too they're So Different but hopefully still retaining their proper cores#i am hoping to start posting chapters after Christmas since it'll be a slightly less stressful time WAHOO#pjo#omgcp#crossover fic#nico di angelo is my most beloved little goalie man. who put that baby in goalie pads and why is he so damn good at it.
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
RRRRRRRRRRRR CHAPTER 35 I am FOAMING AT THE MOUTH HERE fjdosknfjdownrbgidksnehfjfjfkwnen I have SO many questions ripping my hair out wifnfkdoakfn how dare cliffhanger I am NOT ok I am scratching at your door let me in let me in I just wanna talk and hijack your beautiful brain I need to know what happens next gjfjenskgjebskfhriwjengieo
CHAPTER 35 :D
Hehehehe what a great chapter! I had so much fun writing it, and I am SO excited to share chapter 36 on Sunday! :)
That cliffhanger was pretty brutal, right? I may be a little evil <3 I am afraid I'm not answering the door right now! I am busy plotting the next terrible thing I will do. Looking at you, Star Holder <3
But thank you so much for all your support! So glad you're enjoying (?) the story! I look forward to sharing the next part! <3 <3
DLNS has been such a fun write and I'm so glad it has reached so many people. Thank you all <3
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
y’all already know i absolutely ADORE potentially vague symbolism, so, as i vibrate with excitement, i wanted to share this little bit of intentional symbolism in the next chapter >:)
maybe you can also see other chapter titles that have an actual meaning for the chapter.... hmmm....... many thoughts hehehehe
#to promise the moon#i am just a silly fella#and i adore symbolism#ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS SO VAGUE#THAT LIKE#WHEN YOU FINALLY REALIZE#YOU'RE JUST#'OHHHHHHHHHHH'#gremlin hours honestly#mischievously rubbing my hands together rn#angst my beloved hehehehe
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
omg you posted the chapters so quickly I assumed I was caught up and started reading the latest when I realized that somehow mike and will are roommates now and thought "???? okkkk let's go with that!" lmao they're such good chapters too can't wait to see what you're going to share next
heheheh yeah i have just a little bit left to write on this fic and i'm so excited to get the rest of the story out that i am posting very frequently now. i just got done proofreading and formatting the next two chapters actually, so i'll be posting those right after i answer this!!
*gasp* and they were roommates
yeah things definitely have changed!! idk where you last left off, but you might want to go back and read whatever you missed just for Context (no pressure though; the biggest thing right now is that they are reluctant roommates heheheh)
i'm glad you liked the recent updates though!! like i said, i'm literally about to post the next two chapters, so i hope you enjoy those too :D
thanks for stopping by!! :] 💜💜💜
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
My god M!! This chapter was a lot!! So good😭
I feel bad for our girl y/n, she’s so exhausted and drained from this cranky yoongi (also baby accept it you want that agustdick😭😭) and honestly, I WANT this jimin as my best friend, he’s so supportive of her but he also tells her what she needs to hear. Now that’s support! Seriously manifesting him in my life😭
And I fear for my baby star candy 🥺 pls he’s so sweet and cares so much about her, my heart would literally break and tears will be shed for him🥲🥲🥲💔💔 (that fit of jitb party and he revealing his all-black vibes wowowowoww did my heart stop? Yes it did)
And yoongi driving her bc he knows what’s like going on a bus, showing a soft side?🦋🦋🦋 also FUCKING FACE TO FACE AND ALMOST KISSING!!? HIM CATCHING HIS BREATH ON HER SHOULDER ohhh I’m weak🫠🫠🫠
I’m soooo invested in this story and very excited for what’s coming between these two hot morons❤️🔥❤️🔥💜🦋🦋🦋
Loved this chapter!! A masterpiece as always 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 bow to you babe💜
JAZ !!! i really don't know where this chapter even got the audacity tbh it was supposed to be the calm before the storm 😩
ik i really am starting to feel bad for reader lmfao, granted half of her struggles are her own damn fault but still !! STILL !! it's a lot.... i wouldn't have made it past chapter 4 💀
i live for the jimin and jungkook appreciation 🥺 they're some of my faves to write and i really enjoyed jimin's lil confrontation in this one. it was entirely unplanned but i started writing the scene and jimin legit said 'no we are doing this right the fuck now' and i was like oop alright here we go. and i promise jungkookie gets a happy ending i couldn't do that to him i wouldn't be able to live with myself
AHHHHH THE LIL MOMENTS OF INTIMACY..... IS THE HATEFUCKING STILL HATEFUCKING 👀 it's getting sooooo fun to slow drip this into something moooore heheheh
you're so so sweet 😭 i'm so glad you're enjoying this series!!! i have so much fun with every update and kjsdgfdjkg chapter 8 is gonna be. phew. IT'S GONNA BE A CHAPTER I'LL TELL U THAT... 💜 thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts my love!!!! 💜
#simp47koreancrackheads#fic review#look down on me like that#LDOMLT spoilers#queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
z4b1jmn3
suicide
gascline-blog
wheat is this?
snipsskyguy
Hello, Master. It's been a while.
mentortech
Untitled
reginaofdoctorwho
I might be a mess but I'm cleaning myself up