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Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Dreamcatcher/Minx, Loona/Artms, CLC/Kep1er, Gfriend/Viviz, I love the fact that I can technically do a / for each of those group tags, Jiu, Heejin, Yujin, futa!Eunha, Karina’s colossal cock makes a cameo, you make a cameo, BUNNIES, reluctant but totally consenting, humiliation, a variety of unhealthy habits regarding weight gain/loss, anal, p-in-v sex, rimming, cunnilingus, deepthroat, Yujin is one thirsty ass lesbian, premature ejaculation, cum sweat and tears, Jiu is just a little dumb, Heejin is just a little shy, Eunha is just little, a bit of unintentional exhibitionism, strapons, references, this whole story is a big pain in the dick

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“Oh gosh, these ears are adorable on you!”

“Uh… Thanks, Jiu,” Heejin said with a deep blush and a tiny smile, folding her forearms over her stomach. Her biceps pushed her leotard partially open, revealing a lot more cleavage than she normally managed.

“Hey, don’t be so shy!” Yujin giggled and dragged a finger across Heejin’s chest. “You’re super hot.”

Jiu pushed Yujin’s hand away from Heejin, but smiled sweetly. “Don’t you be taking advantage of this girl now.”

Heejin’s blush intensified. “It’s okay… I, uh…”

Eunha wasn’t listening to any of the conversation. She was much too focused on the job at hand: Squeezing into her bunny leotard. It was already a tight fit when they first picked out the costumes, but in the following weeks, Eunha had gained some size in the thighs (and butt). Even if she was able to get the outfit all the way on, her ass would eat the thing in the back and make it look like a slightly oversized thong. Eunha’s tits had grown a bit too, so if she ever managed to get the thing on, she’d probably still be flashing her nips with every slightly bouncy step. And just to add potential injury to the insult, the severe tightness of the leotard was absolutely going to crush Eunha’s poor dick. That might help hide the bulge when they went out on stage, but dancing in such a condition would just make the whole event a literal pain. At least the bunny ear headband still fit!

Jiu, Heejin, and Yujin easily got into their bunny outfits just as quickly as the first time they tried them on. Theirs were exactly the same as Eunha’s. Copied and pasted black pump heels, black bow tie chokers, and skimpy, open-backed, black leotards which barely covered half of their asses and unreasonably low necklines. They came with little white fluffy tails on the back.

The other three each made the same outfit look good in their own way, and each had a themed lipstick color. Heejin’s lipstick was baby blue, and her fully exposed arms and legs had a slightly oily sheen, emphasizing her muscular physique. Yujin was wearing pale green lipstick and was the thinnest of the bunch, but her perky tits and ass jiggled deliciously as she hopped around the room. Jiu’s legs, already the longest, looked a mile long now that they were exposed all the way up past her hips. She got the most normal lipstick: light pink.

Eunha wasn’t unhappy with her short frame, thick assets, and pastel yellow lipstick, but at that moment she regretted the last month of cheeseburgers, beer, and sedentary behavior. A diet was out of the question, obviously, as she would have been very hungry and wouldn’t stand for that, but she probably could have done with a bit of exercise.

“You okay over here?” Yujin asked.

Eunha flinched and looked up. As could always be expected from the thirstiest of lesbians, Yujin’s eyes were locked on her bare boobs.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Eunha trailed off, “Okay, I’m not kidding anybody. I need some help getting this on.”

“Oh ho ho!” Yujin fake-laughed. “Does this mean I was right when I suggested we should get one of these outfits one size up?”

“You could have done with a size down! Just…” Eunha grumbled, “help me put it on.”

Yujin giggled for real, somewhere between cute and lecherous. “Sure, babe, I gotcha.” She twirled behind Eunha and dropped to her knees. “Let’s get these beautiful pillows cased, eh? A little help, Heejin?”

“Huh?” Heejin made her way over, and was followed by Jiu. Being the room’s center of attention was worse when Eunha also felt like the room’s center of gravity.

After a brief (and traumatizing) discussion on the logistics of the task ahead of them, the other two dressed bunny girls took their positions as Yujin directed, gripped a portion of Eunha’s leotard, and pulled up in tandem. They all succeeded in lifting Eunha off the floor, but the material did not budge any further. Eunha kicked back and forth rapidly until the others set her back down.

“Where exactly is it getting stuck?” Jiu asked with a puff. Eunha appreciated that Jiu used a more concerned tone, as opposed to Yujin’s mockery.

“It’s just stuck at the waist,” Yujin said, “All we gotta do is get that past her ass and we’re good. Let me just try a little lube…”

A disgusted shiver went all the way up and down Eunha’s back as she felt Yujin spit twice down the back of the leotard.

“Okay, three, two, one!” Yujin shouted, and heaved upward. Jiu and Heejin did the same.

The slip of material over Eunha’s ass was almost satisfying, but then came a sudden shock of pain; the result of fabric being stretched to its absolute limit by her expansive ass. As expected, it left no room whatsoever for her dick. Eunha could only squeak, go cross eyed, and collapse to the floor as the others released their grips.

“Oh… shit,” Heejin mumbled.

“Uh oh.” Jiu put a hand over her mouth.

“I think we need to get it off now,” Yujin said. Eunha felt herself surprisingly grateful for Yujin in that moment, considering she couldn’t catch a breath with which to say “Fuck! Take it off!”

Thankfully, the shape of Eunha’s curves made removing the thing much easier than putting it on, though it still took some effort. Jiu tossed the leotard to the side and Yujin gasped, suddenly transfixed. Eunha was left groaning on the floor, fully nude besides her askew bunny ears and bow tie. She rolled onto her back, went limp, and summarized her feelings: “O~ow~w…”

Jiu sighed heavily. “Well now what are we going to do? We can’t go out there without Eunha. She’s like, the bunniest bunny.”

Eunha barely registered the compliment.

“She could try losing some water weight,” Heejin said.

“Water weight?” Jiu asked with a raised eyebrow, “Like pissing it all out? That sounds fake.”

“Uh… No, I mean spitting in a cup… or working up a big sweat by exercising super hard.”

Jiu squinted. “That still sounds fake. And also unhealthy.”

“It works for me and Jinsoul if we need to shave an inch off.”

“An inch?!” Jiu shouted, “Wow, you fourth genners are intense. Do I need to talk to your manage—Okay, we’ll come back to that in a bit. Eunha? Yujin? Have you two ever done that?”

Eunha was still catching her breath and couldn’t answer, but was very opposed to the idea. She could barely do normal exercise, so working up enough of a sweat to lose physical size was definitely a pipe dream. There were a few long moments of silence.

“Yujin!” Jiu tapped Yujin’s shoulder, snapping her out of her trance. She’d been staring between Eunha’s legs.

“S-sorry. But look, Seunghee was right!” She pointed at Eunha’s dick. “It’s so cute!”

Just when Eunha thought her embarrassment had reached its peak, the summit stretched out by another mile. Her accidents in The Lounge would follow her forever, it seemed.

Heejin blushed again and looked away. Jiu, however, remained stoic and said, “Yeah, sure, but we need a plan, Yujin.”

More silence. Eunha eventually caught her breath and started to let the others know that the show should probably go on without her, “I—”

Yujin interrupted, “Actually, I think Heejin’s got it!”

“What?” Eunha croaked.

“What’s a little dehydration if we’re only performing four songs in a medley?” Yujin chimed, “Let’s just, you know, shrivel her up a bit, do the performance, and then come back and make her guzzle a gallon of water to plump back up! She’s real close to fitting in the thing already, so it won’t take much.”

Jiu cocked an eyebrow. “You really think something like that will work?”

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

Eunha raised a hand to try to object, but Heejin spoke first. “I mean, we could also… I mean, it would be easy to cut some slits in her leotard to expand it and use some black electric tape to cover up the—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Yujin interrupted again, “Let’s only worry about plan B if the sweaty plan fails. Okay! So! Check this out. As we all know, sex makes for a fantastic workout. If we all fuck Eunha, she’ll sweat like crazy. And this plan comes with three more benefits! One: Draining her balls will make them fit without getting skronched again. Two: If her pussy gushes, that’s more water weight gone. And three: She burns calories for real, healthy weight loss. All the while, she’s spitting into a cup like Heejin suggested for maximum effect. Oh, but where do we get a cup?”

Heejin looked around. “I didn’t bring one… We can just grab one from—”

“What a shame!” Yujin interrupted again again, “I guess she can spit in my mouth instead.”

Jiu glared. “Well now you’re just being too obvious, Yujin. Also I’m pretty sure her balls won’t actually get smaller.”

“Damn. Yeah, those balls are already super tiny… But the sex plan is a-go-go, right?”

Heejin shrugged. “Seems kinda legit.”

Jiu sighed again and planted her hands on her bare hips, hanging her head for a moment. “I have to admit, it sounds like the best option we have. And we are bunnies, after all, so getting things done by fucking kind of makes sense.”

“What…” Eunha choked, “Don’t I get a say in this? I think Heejin was right. Cutting a little around the waist was a good ide—”

“Ruining the outfits is our last resort!” Yujin shouted. She already peeled down the top of her leotard, freeing her small chest from its confines, and straddled Eunha’s head.

Jiu and Heejin gave each other a “why not” kind of look.

Eunha groaned one last time as Yujin pulled her outfit’s crotch to the side. Eunha got an eyeful of ass and a mouthful of pussy. She resigned herself to her apparently unstoppable fate and stuck out her tongue. It was unsettling how genuinely similar to strawberries Yujin tasted.

“Oooh!” Yujin cooed, “See? Good plan.” She leaned down to grope Eunha’s tits. “Don’t forget, Eunha. You need to participate for maximum benefit.”

However reluctant she may have been, Eunha’s body certainly participated. Her dick—which was still very sore—stood straight up in no time as Jiu softly caressed and kissed it. A moment later, Jiu clambered on top, slowly grinding herself in small circles to keep Eunha’s dick inside her.

“How’s it feel?” Yujin asked with a bit of a dreamy quality to her voice.

Nobody answered for a few seconds.

“Oh, me?” Jiu clarified. “It’s alright.”

“Just alright? She’s doing great with her tongue. Really getting me wet down there.”

“Yeah. It’s like, just alright. Hey wait, wet?”

Yujin squinted. “Duh. She’s licking my vag. Of course I’m getting wet.”

“Isn’t the goal for Eunha to dehydrate a little bit from this?” Heejin asked.

“I don’t think you can actually hydrate by drinking pussy juice, but oh well. You’re right. Oops. My bad.” Yujin shifted herself a bit forward, smashing her asshole against Eunha’s mouth instead.

“Aow! Ffey!” Eunha exclaimed and slapped Yujin’s thigh.

Yujin flinched a little, but cooed again. “Oooh, yes, this is just as good. Keep at it and you’ll drop a size in no time!”

“Hey, uh…” Heejin looked back and forth between Yujin and Jiu. “What should I do?”

Yujin hummed. “Weeell, let’s see. Seunghee told me that Eunha really likes anal.”

“Sheesh… another one?” Heejin murmured for some indiscernible reason, probably involving a church.

Eunha felt like she should protest, but it was a point she couldn’t effectively argue. She didn’t exactly want to argue, especially when Heejin’s finger pressed into her ass and curled up, pushing all of Eunha’s love buttons.

Reluctance aside, Eunha started giving in to the pleasure. She managed to lift her legs enough for Heejin’s finger to get almost all the way inside her. Jolts of energy zipped through her at each twirl of Jiu’s hips. Her hands instinctively spread Yujin’s ass further to be better devoured. Bunny eared stars swam in front of her eyes and she squealed.

Jiu suddenly stopped moving. “Oh. I think she just came.”

“Is that what that was?” Yujin asked, “We’ve only been at this for like fifteen seconds.”

Eunha’s core twitched and her toes curled. She’d be much more flustered if she weren’t losing her mind to one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.

“She hasn’t even… started to sweat though? Oh…” Heejin said, pointing between Jiu’s legs, “Yeah, that’s cum.”

Jiu swung a leg up and back, leaving behind a couple drops of Eunha’s jizz before her leotard snapped back into place and caught the rest.

“Welp…” Yujin popped her lips a few times. “Adorable little cock means adorable little cock problems, I guess.”

“If she doesn’t, you know, have the stamina to keep going long enough to start sweating, don’t you think we should try something else?”

“No!” Yujin smacked Eunha’s tits, yanking her out of her orgasmic bliss. “It’s far too soon to give up! Surely those teeny tiny little balls have more to give!”

Eunha tried to cradle her stinging boobs, but Yujin slapped her hands away.

Jiu dabbed at her crotch with a tissue near one of the makeup stations. “You know, Yujin,” she said, “As our token ‘real’ lesbian, I would have expected that you would suggest we keep going with Eunha’s pussy.”

“Jiu, you beautiful bunny, you’re a genius!” Yujin’s smile beamed.

“I’m really kinda not though.”

Keeping her head pinned, Yujin grabbed Eunha by the thighs and lifted, folding the poor girl nearly in half. “Let’s send this pussy to Kingdom Cum!”

Eunha whined, still partially muffled by Yujin’s ass, “Guyf, can’ we take a bweak?”

“Sorry,” Jiu said, “I don’t think we have time for a break. We need to be on stage in twenty minutes.”

“Also, a break would defeat the purpose!” Yujin chimed, “Hey Heejin, let’s try something. She’s not actually getting all that soft yet. Here, get between her legs.”

Pump heels clacked on the tile floor around Eunha as bodies (including her own, as she was involuntarily puppeted around) were rearranged. Yujin stayed in place, simply leaning to one side to make room for Heejin to be pulled down onto her hands and knees. Heejin briefly waved at Eunha now that they were sort of face to face, but then did her best to avoid eye contact, bunny ears wiggling as she tried to get into the position Yujin was directing her into.

Jiu pushed Eunha’s legs even further up to kneel behind them, putting her within tongue’s reach of all of Eunha’s most vulnerable bits. This left Yujin free to release Eunha’s thighs while still leaving them trapped in the air.

It was much like yoga, but without a choice. Eunha felt suffocated not only by Yujin’s butt, but also by the way she was being curled into a pretzel for the other bunny girls’ enjoyment (or maybe just Yujin’s). Her scrunched up torso—and the return of one of Yujin’s insistently groping, pushy hands—was really taking her breath away, physically speaking. Memories of being pinned to the closet floor by jeans-covered, thick thighs came rushing back, and her dick got rock hard again. Eunha was at least thankful that the others couldn’t read those thoughts.

“I’m ready whenever she’s hard again,” Heejin said with yet another blush.

“Of course she is, cutie!” Yujin shifted Heejin’s leotard to the side and guided Eunha’s dick into Heejin’s pussy. “If I had a dick, I don’t think I’d ever go soft looking at you, Heejie.”

If Eunha could have thrown her head back in pleasure, she would have. Heejin’s pussy was perhaps the tightest she had ever felt (not that she’d felt that many). “Mmmf!” she hummed up Yujin’s butt. A trickle of Yujin’s juices ran down her chin and neck.

“She’s starting to sweat too,” Jiu said before driving her tongue into Eunha’s asshole and pressing three fingers into Eunha’s pussy. She put in the most effort of anybody in the room, rocking Eunha’s lower body back and forth a bit, fucking her dick into Heejin.

“Good!” Yujin chirped, “She’s totally feeling it! Won’t be long before we’re swimming in her pussy ju—I mean her sweat!”

Everybody grimaced at Yujin’s weird, gay thirst, but she continued, “How about it? How’s that dick feel for you?”

After a moment, Heejin looked up and asked, “Uh… you mean me?”

“Yeah you, hot stuff!”

“I mean, I’m… ready whenever Eunha is.”

There was a long, very awkward pause.

Jiu coughed lightly. “She’s, um, already…”

There was a sudden panic in Heejin’s eyes. “Fuck! I thought you were fingering me!”

Another silence, then Heejin panicked harder. “Wait… no! I mean, fisting me! Eunha, I… I thought Jiu was fisting me! Because your cock is big…”

Eunha sighed heavily into Yujin’s ass crack. She could already sense Heejin’s words creeping into her subconscious to haunt her dreams for the rest of her life, constantly reminding her of her inadequate penis size and how it was basically one of her most defining features.

“S-sorry, Eunha… I really meant—”

Yujin patted Heejin’s head. “Hey, shush, cutie. Apologizing probably just makes it wors—I mean, she probably hears that from everyone all the tim—I mean, I’ve got a dildo you can borrow later if you need something of a reasonable siz—I mean, hey, let’s fuck that lovely cock, right? Here we go, that’s it. Beautiful.”

Hands on Heejin’s hips, Yujin pushed her back and forth (cautiously and over a very short distance).

Despite the developing medium-size traumatic stress disorder, Eunha couldn’t help but succumb to pleasure. It all just felt so good. The fingers, the tongues, the pussies and assholes. Everything squeezed her, groped her, penetrated her, humiliated h—no wait, not that one. It was so much sensation. Her toes curled of their own accord. So much… So much!

Jiu and Yujin teased their fingers over Eunha’s balls and clit respectively, clearly reminding the reader of the severe lack of anatomical realism going on up in this bitch, but that’s okay because it made Eunha—

“I think she just came again,” Jiu said, “Her balls and her holes just tensed up all at once. I think she even squirted a little bit. Pretty sure that’s not just pee?”

Eunha fought to hold back her tears. The sexual satisfaction, physical discomfort, and emotional shame were all mixing together in the most horrible way and she really didn’t want to like it as much as she was. Thanks to the angle she was being held in, her juices, both what squeezed out of her pussy and Heejin’s, dripped down her stomach and between her tits. Yujin immediately smeared it around like a gay pervert (because she’s a gay pervert).

“Oh fuck… please don’t let it be pee,” Heejin said in a tone denoting past personal experience in a church.

“It probably isn’t!” Yujin shouted, “ Keep going! If she’s squirting, it’s working!”

Eunha managed to push Yujin’s butt off her face with her feeble arms. “Oh my gosh… please… let me have—”

Before she could finish begging for a break, Yujin lifted Eunha’s head with her heels, shoving her much harder into the crevasse of her ass and blocking off her nose. Eunha weakly tried to pry Yujin’s legs away but failed, and groped around as one does when struggling and not knowing what to do with their hands. She knew she should have seen this coming, and hoped she’d get some air before she passed out. At least she had a surprisingly tasty ass to eat while her humiliation and exhaustion continued.

Yujin grabbed one of Eunha’s limply hanging legs and brought it down, where she popped a couple of toes into her mouth. Eunha didn’t have a foot fetish, but she did like it when Yerin sucked—and/or made SinB suck—her toes.

Heejin’s face was barely visible past Yujin’s ass. Eunha couldn’t help but think about how pretty she was, especially in the full bunny girl outfit. Eunha briefly wondered if she could get Heejin’s number, and then immediately pushed the thought out of her mind. The concept of facing Heejin (or Yujin or Jiu for that matter) any time in the future was mortifying.

Jiu was exceptionally good at everything she was doing. If anything was making Eunha sweat, besides the forced yoga, it was the skill Jiu was exhibiting. Eunha’s pussy and ass were absolutely on fire, and actually in a good way. Specifically in the approaching orgasm way.

“Oookay, she just came again,” Jiu groaned.

A general sense of deflation and disappointment in the room made it quite clear that Eunha was the only one enjoying these very quick orgasms. Yujin let go of her head and tits, Jiu sighed a heavy breath against her backside, and Heejin rolled away, letting Eunha's spasming cock hit Yujin with the last spurt of cum.

"What?" Yujin asked, scooping the jizz out of her belly button, "What's wrong with that? We can still keep fucking her."

Heejin was clearly trying to hold back a scowl. "I know. It's just… kinda weird, I guess."

Yujin backed off, finally letting Eunha get a full breath of fresh air until she shoved her cum-covered fingers into Eunha's mouth. "Heejin, I totally agree. It's weird and gross that she can't even hold it in for one whole minute, but the point is to make her work up a sweat so we can all perform together, and that's working! Right?!"

Eunha gave an exhausted groan and limply slapped at Yujin’s arm. It’s not like she hadn't eaten plenty of her own cum before, but there was something uniquely demeaning about it being casually forced into her mouth while her poor sexual performance was discussed above her.

"Maybe it's just worth trying Heejin's other idea?" Jiu let Eunha's bottom half down to the floor again. "Cut the outfit a bit?"

"Hang on! We've got plenty of time for this method, right?" Yujin pointed at the clock on the wall. They still had eighteen minutes left.

Eunha rolled over into the fetal position.

“Well, yeah. But I’m seriously not sure this is working, and I think we should be pretty concerned that Loona’s managers insist on making them do anything like this. Really, Heejin, do you need me to talk to them?”

“Woah woah woah, little miss white-knight-with-sexy-legs-in-a-bunny-costume,” Yujin butted in, “There’s plenty of time to punch Loona’s draconian managers in their stupid faces later, so hear me out. Eunha is clearly not doing so great on the penis side of things. I know it’s hard to tell because she’s already so small, but her little cock is getting soft as we speak. However! This is about physical exertion, not pleasure, even if that gorgeous mouth of hers is really fucking good at the pleasure thing… So let’s just do something that doesn’t require waiting for her refractory periods!”

Jiu scratched her head. “Her refractory periods have only been like ten seconds a piece.”

“And that’s ten! Seconds! Wasted!” Yujin clapped to punctuate her words, “every time she cums prematurely! That’s cutting into our productivity! But I have good news. I brought something with me that can help us out. Check my bag.”

Doing as Yujin asked, Jiu procured a clear-jeweled butt plug. She looked at the gem carefully. “Why the hell is there a picture of my face inside a butt plug?”

“Forget about that! I was talking about the other stuff in my bag!”

“Oh. Holy crap, this is enormous.” Jiu procured another item, much larger than the butt plug. It was a dildo, already attached to a strap on, and nearly the size of her forearm. “You want to fuck Eunha with this? It’s bigger than she is.”

Yujin beamed a proud smile across the room. “Hehe, yeah. It is big, huh? It’s molded off of Karina. Got it from Giselle. And yes. Eunha may be small but according to Jihyo that ass of hers can take a truly absurd portion of dick.”

Heejin grimaced for church-related reasons. “What is it with tiny girls being size queens…”

More flashbacks played across Eunha’s memory. She hoped she would get fresh baked cookies when everything was over again. Of course, she’d given up protesting. She could get up, get dressed (in normal clothes that still fit her), and walk away, but then the story wouldn’t happen and she really did want the sex to continue, whether or not she ended up such a leg-shaky, gaping, dripping, braindead mess that she wouldn’t actually be able to go out on stage. In fact, if that were the case, she could probably use that as an excuse to drop out of the performance.

Eunha didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, considering she knew they were just going to end up wrecking her ass (and perhaps more than her ass) shortly. Instead, she indulged herself a little, stroking her cock with her middle and ring fingers. It may have been getting soft, but damn if it didn’t feel great after three consecutive creampies. She wondered what it would feel like if someone else were to cum while riding her. If she could keep herself from cumming for like thirty or forty more second—

Then, Eunha was rolled onto her stomach. She reflexively tried to say “wait,” but it turned into a long squeal as her ass was rudely and far too quickly filled with what must have been half the entire planet’s supply of silicone. Reports of the size of Karina’s dick were not exaggerated.

“Wooow!” Yujin sang, “Now that was easy! Check it out, Jiu! She took the whole thing in one go!”

Attempting to catch her breath turned out not to be an option for Eunha, and Yujin’s sudden, emphatic fucking made the situation so much worse. The bottom pounding made it feel like Eunha’s lungs were being pounded from the bottom. She didn’t have the time to question that poorly worded circular logic though, as her head was lifted and another dildo (of significantly smaller size) was pushed into her gasping mouth.

The second dildo was attached to a second strap on, which was in turn attached to Jiu’s hips. Eunha looked up into her eyes, giving her a pleading, sort of “why me?” kind of expression. Jiu shrugged and proceeded to fuck Eunha’s throat.

“Look at us,” Yujin marveled out loud, “Just you an me, Jiu, spitroasting a little shawty between us like a couple of professionals.”

Jiu squinted, “What?”

“You know what I’m saying? Just us, some hotties with killer bods, going all the way downtown to Paris to meet at the top like the Eiffel Tower.”

“I’m not going to kiss you right now, Yujin.”

All the while, Eunha being shoved back and forth between them, scrubbing the floor with her tits, catching breaths of air in the short moments she could get them around the tip of Jiu’s strap on. The struggle for mere survival did not diminish the pleasure though. Yujin’s creepcore comments diminished it a little, but Eunha could block those out. She surrendered herself to the rough treatment, merely moaning in ecstatic agony as everything inside her rearranged itself around the preposterously large fake cock pistoning in and out of her asshole, totally out of sync with the rhythm of Jiu’s facefucking.

“Aw, well, I guess that means we’ll kiss later, right?”

“Yeah,” Jiu sighed, “Maybe.”

Yujin paused her fucking briefly. “Woah, holy shit, really?”

“We can talk about it later, when we’re not busy.”

“Oh, y-yeah, tot-tally,” Yujin stumbled over her words and went back to slamming Eunha’s ass. She cleared her throat. “Hey Heejin, you gonna help us out? What are you doing over there?”

Eunha did her best to look to the side, Jiu’s dildo puffing out her cheek. She saw Heejin putting down a pair of scissors and walking behind Eunha once again.

“Huh? Nothing… What should I do? We’re out of dildos.”

Though Eunha was happy to hear she’d live to see another day, she was slightly disappointed to hear that.

“Well,” Yujin mused, “I think it’s not helping much for Eunha to just lie here on the floor. Here, get behind me and help me lift.”

“Always with the small girl lifting…” Heejin muttered more about her mysterious, sacrilegious past.

Moments later, Eunha found herself hanging in the air. Two pairs of hands held up her thighs, one pair of hands held up her shoulders, and the fake dicks in her ass and mouth kept her locked in place. The irony about how Eunha was the one who was supposed to be exercising in that moment was very much lost on her, as her mind was being consumed by ecstasy. She did register that for every thrust into her butt, though, there were two evenly spaced smacking sounds.

“Gosh, Heejin,” Yujin giggled, “I wish we did have another dildo. You could be totally wrecking my puss right now if you wanted. And damn, look at these arms. I’d ask if you work out, but I think it’s pretty obvious.”

Jiu hissed, “Yujin! We are locked in on this plan right now, and we only have fourteen minutes left! Save the flirting for later!”

Nobody paid attention to Eunha as she rammed head/asslong into yet another orgasm.

In fact, Eunha came several more times. She was not in the right state of mind to keep track of the actual number, but as the other three bunny girls got a major work out by maneuvering her around into several different air-suspended positions, Eunha sprayed an unreasonable quantity of cum onto the floor, Yujin, and herself.

Her body spasmed nearly constantly, melding orgasms and aftershocks into one seemingly endless climax, like a modern big budget movie. Her balls couldn’t keep up and her cock couldn’t stay up, eventually flopping limp with occasional small drops finding their way out. Her pussy drooled, creating a froth that clung to the dildo still splitting her in two. Her whole body, head to toe, was slick with sweat. Miraculously, however, her bunny ear headband stayed on the entire time, albeit slightly askew.

“Phew!” Yujin puffed, “Okay, should we try getting her in the costume now?”

Eunha glanced up at the clock through hazy eyes. Two minutes until they were expected to be on stage. The others released her onto a chair, emptying Eunha's mouth and ass, simultaneously giving her relief and causing great disappointment. She couldn't tell whether her ass was gaped wide open or if it managed to close back up. It was almost entirely numb.

While Heejin got the costume, Yujin grabbed Eunha’s balls, rolling them painfully between her fingers. “Well, they're not shriveled up per se, but she's totally not getting hard again any time soon.”

Eunha squirmed, coughed, and groaned. “Staaahp!” she whined weakly.

Jiu looked down suspiciously. “I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea from the beginning,” she said with a rub of her chin.

“Why's that?” Yujin asked, helping Heejin lift Eunha's legs to slide the leotard on.

“Just look at her, Yujin. She's in no condition to dance—oh damn, she fits.”

Somehow, there was no difficulty whatsoever in putting Eunha's leotard on. It was absolutely still tight once it was all the way on (as expected, the bottom was stretched to the point of looking like floss between her ass cheeks, it all but flattened her dick and balls, and her tits still threatened to pop out of the top), but she was in it!

Heejin clasped the bow tie choker around Eunha's neck and dropped the pump heels under her feet. “Yeah, it fits… We should hurry out there.”

Eunha moaned as loudly as she could, obviously quite hoarse from the throat fucking, and did not stand up. She wanted to pass out, not perform.

Lifting her limp arm and letting it fall back down, Jiu hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah, nope. Definitely a bad idea. She can't even mov—”

“Come on, girl!” Yujin shouted, “You're an idol! You've performed in way worse conditions!” She smacked the tops of Eunha's thighs, hard.

The sting brought Eunha back, mostly, to her senses, sending her up straight in her seat. “Ooow!”

Jiu and Heejin both glared at Yujin, but she grabbed Eunha by the arms and yanked her off the chair. The two nearly collapsed back to the floor, but Eunha caught herself and managed to stay standing on very wobbly legs.

“How do I,” Eunha took a shaky breath, “How do I look?”

The others hmm'ed and haw'ed for a moment.

“You look very cute. Extra bunnyish,” said Jiu.

“You look so fucking sexy,” said Yujin.

“You look… like you lost a fight,” said Heejin.

Eunha turned to face one of the mirrors and gasped (which turned into a cough). Her makeup was ruined, yellow lipstick smeared across her left cheek and eyeshadow streaked down. There was nothing left of her stylist's effort on her hair. None of it was going to be able to get fixed in the minute and a half that remained.

She groaned, “Oh no… Do I have to go out there?”

***

Miraculously, the performance went quite well!

CLC’s “To the sky”, Gfriend’s “Smile”, Loona’s “Ding Ding Dong”, and Dreamcatcher’s “Over the Sky” flowed somehow seamlessly back and forth for five minutes, including a dance break that mostly consisted of the four bunny girls jumping around the stage and playing with the crowd.

Despite Eunha’s disheveled (to say the absolute least) appearance, the audience consisting entirely of fellow Kpop idols cheered and bounced along to the cheerful, vaguely spring equinox-themed medley.

“Come closer quickly! Ding ding ding! The bell is ringing!”

“Step on the pedal and run to the sky! Even when you run out of breath!”

“Though my heart can’t catch you right now, and it’s shaking!”

“Don’t spare me! Look at me! I can feel all your love!”

In the end, when Eunha, Yujin, Jiu, and Heejin hopped into an ending fairy formation, Eunha felt a rush of relief. She made it! She survived and didn’t even screw up the dance! Sweat poured off of her like a fountain, and her leotard started to feel a little loose, but she was glad to be done! Already, thoughts of her soft bed, softer blankets, and a week’s worth of naps filled her mind.

“Give it up for the Spring Bunnies! What a show!” You shouted into the mic. How lovely of The Lounge to invite you to MC their seasonal events.

As Eunha huffed and puffed, both hands in the air flashing V’s, she gave one particularly heavy sigh. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze across her stomach… and the subtle scrape of her leotard falling down her legs. The crowd went silent as she froze in place, smile turning very slowly into a cringe.

Jiu and Yujin looked down at the pieces of the leotard, no longer held together by strips of electrical tape, and then looked at Heejin.

Heejin put up her hands, looking guilty. “I… guess the tape got wet,” she whispered.

Somewhere in the middle of the audience, Yerin screamed at the top of her lungs, “WOO HOO! YEAH! THAT’S MY TINY DICK BUNNY GIRL! GO EUNHA!”

The crowd hesitantly started clapping again. Eunha tried not to think about it, just in case it might get her hard again before she could run backstage and hide forever.

#dreamcatcher #gfriend #viviz #loona #artms #clc #kep1er

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meowsabhorrently · 7 months

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Past Time Travel Ramblings

Hello, I'm gonna ramble about the logic of literal past time travel.

Okay preface. This is not a scientific essay. I am not a scientist, I barely passed every science class I've been in and remember nothing from them. No sources will be cited, and all of these ideas come from my own thoughts. I do not claim to be the first to think of anything, however, I do not see others speaking on any of this. I am most likely just not looking hard enough, but I'd just love to see the thoughts of others here and the input of people who know more than me on the subject.

Preface over, I'm going to be going over possible complications and mechanics that would have to be answered for if one were to build a real time machine, at least in my mind. The general problem, I believe, is bridging the gap between the mechanics of the universe and our social constructs. If that sounds confusing, I will elaborate.

Social v. Material

Shout in your room right now "Teleport me to London on the 15th of March in 1963."

Nothing will happen. You look ridiculous. For one, the universe doesn't know what a "London" is, we made that word up, nor does it know what that date is because we made up all these terms for time, nor would it know the notion of teleporting. Beyond that, who would hear you? Your neighbors, roommates, perhaps. The universe? Who knows. It won't respond though.

So if your goal is to use a time machine to go back to London on the 15th of March in 1963, the main or at least significant hurdle to overcome would be figuring out how to translate those terms into something a machine can understand. You can't hack the universe if reality isn't composed of any language you comprehend.

Location

One possible problem with a teleporting time machine, a part of the last issue, is setting a location for it to move to. There's no "universal coordinates" for anything to ever understand, so the instantaneous movement would have to do more with distance ("Move 5000 miles in this direction") than a name ("Move to 8.436 at the Fart Quadrant"). Then after that, how could you ever tell it a direction? The Earth constantly rotates and the universe knows no ups and downs. A computer can move you up if it understood the concept, but could it adjust for the spinning Earth's movement, in real time and constantly? Even then, think, London in 1963 isn't in the same place it is now, at least not in a specific technical sense that'd get your nerd glasses broken if you mentioned it to a varsity jacket jock. Sure, it is the same place on Earth, but everything in the solar system and everything else around it is moving constantly. That is to say, even if you solved the other problems and went to where London is now in 1963, you could just end up stranded in the galactic void waiting for a planet to hit you in sixty years.

Time

How do you make a computer understand the concept of 1963 A.D.? You can't, it could read you the definition if programmed but it could not in any meaningful capacity take you back to that time just by the phrase alone.

Okay, so instead of asking it to drop you into a year, what about pushing you back? Asking it to go back 60 years from the present 2023 to 1963. Such a thing would require us to find and observe a measurable unit of time that can send you back in time a certain amount for each of the unit. The further back you want to go, the more of the units. Also remember, the present is constantly moving forward. You may have to make a system where the units increase for each second the time machine isn't travelling. Or not, you wouldn't need to care if you're not the type to fuss over the exact second in a given day you time travel to. It would honestly be a little dumb to, anyways.

No Teleportation

So what we can conclude from those first two sections is that a hypothetical time machine could not teleport. It would have to involve some sort of pushing back in time. You cannot tell something to drop into a coordinate, but you can workshop it to move in the direction of where you want. How that'd work is beyond me, at least at the moment. It's like telling your car to "be" in New York instead of driving to New York, you'd have to drive it or nothing would happen.

The one big exception that would make it possible would be if we were able to harness something beyond our current understanding like a wormhole or a fantastical portal or something.

Past

If you want to build a time machine, you have to ask yourself at some point, to what extent does the past exist? Going back to a past implies our very reality remembers or records. For all we know, it only exists as far as our memories and social constructs around it allow. Imagine you're playing a video game and you never save and you're at the final boss. You're at the final boss and you've unlocked everything, that proves that you actually played the game this far. However, you couldn't go to a previous part of your playthrough because there are no previous save states. Does the universe "save" anything? How could one go back to a past that does not exist in any meaningful way beyond memory and explaining the present? I'm saying, you can't go back if there's nothing to go back to.

Time Travelers

Something that must eventually be asked on the question of real time travel is: where are all the time travelers? The idea is that if past time travel were possible, someone in the future could invent time travel and make it evident that it's possible by going to the past. Perhaps it is possible and yet nobody was able to invent a time machine due to the doom of humanity as the last advanced civilization on Earth before we could even grasp the mechanics of such a device. Maybe we're in an objective present as opposed to a relative one where a future hasn't been recorded yet for any supposed time travelers to even come from, which if false would have a lot of audacity as a theory. Maybe it's stupid fucking science fiction novel bullshit where we haven't seen evidence of time travelers because of a secret time-keeping organization strictly regulating such a device and also trying to prevent paradoxes or whatever the fuck and doing their job really well, that one is my least favorite.

Relativity

I'm gonna do this one assuming you all know the gist of the theory of relativity and the idea that time is relative to where you are, though I very well may have no idea what I'm talking about. Imagine this, we have Not-Earth and Earth. Not-Earth is an inconceivably long distance away from Earth to the extent that it goes through time slower comparatively than Earth does, though the human consciousness on both planets experiences both at the same rate. Remember the hypothetical measurable time units? My question is, would relativity suggest the hypothetical time units needed to go back a given amount of years would vary on location, or would it just need the same amount regardless of location?

The Science

This section is going to be brief because I don't know jack shit. From what I've gathered, past time travel can be possible according to certain scientific laws. Knowing whether or not past time travel can be achieved for certain, at least as it seems to me, seems like such a fantastical thing to know that it has to be out of our grasp for a long time. I'm not gonna link the article so either google it or call me a liar, but I saw an article about how scientists successfully simulated sending a particle back in time through a quantum computer. That suggests nothing on the possibility of physical particles time traveling back in time though, only that a computer can show us fantastical things which I know already from watching videos of horse dressage. That's a joke, I don't watch that.

In Conclusion

So, time machines capable of backwards time travel, what a mouthful. Basically, if you wanted to make such a thing you'd have to think of something so immensely clever and beyond the imagination and science we currently have. If it's ever done I'd love to learn how they solve these issues, at least the parts I could wrap my head. Hell, maybe even science fiction writers know how to jump the hurdles, even if they lack the technical fortitude.

If you got this far, thank you. I doubt this will interest much of anyone at all. If at least one person thinks it's an interesting read, though, I will be happy enough.

#science fiction #time travel #time travel logistics #time travel ramblings #tardis #doctor who #timetravel #timelord #time LADY #back to the future #time travel fiction

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rawdogmeharry · 3 years

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Hey idk if you already have, but is there a continuation from Old Man ?! Do the handcuffs make an appearance ?👀👀

old bones [part 2 to old man]

or, the one where Harry’s older but still manages to break Y/N’s back like no other.

by popular demand, here is old man part 2!!! for part 2 I decided to be a horny bitch so I just spat out 3.9k words of smut SJNSUWNN hope ya’ll enjoy you horny sluts

oh btw, I posted my writing on wattpad as well!! if you prefer reading on there you can check out my profile @ igotzaddyissues, the book is the only one on my profile and it’s called ‘harry styles one shots’

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"Are y'thirsty, baby?" Harry asks, plomping Y/N down onto the kitchen island on her bum and softly stroking his hands up and down her thighs.

"Can I have a water, please?" she rasps out, finding it kind of hard to speak after the inhuman moans and screams she‘d let out in the car on the way back home.

A very interesting ride back to their house. Interesting, indeed.

```

15 minutes earlier.

"Fuck, you look so hot spread out for me like that." Harry nearly moans, looking over at Y/N whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road.

She's sitting in the passenger seat of his Range Rover, her Louboutin clad feet planted firmly on the dashboard with her pants and panties thrown carelessly onto the backseat, as per Harry's request.

She’d quickly shed the clothes from her lower half as soon as Anne’s house was out of their peripheral vision and her fingers had gone straight to her pussy.

“Yes, like that, baby. Rub it slowly. Just like that.” Harry takes one of his hands off the wheel and slowly starts rubbing his hard cock through his pants, teasing himself by lightly feathering his pointer finger up and down the length of it.

Y/N softly groans, making a V out of her pointer and middle fingers, dragging them between her cunt lips and squeezing her clit with her knuckles when they pass it.

“Fuck, put a finger in y’little pussy and gimme a taste. Can’t wait any longer.”

Y/N slides one of her digits in and feels relief of finally having something inside her cunt, even if it’s just a finger. She thrusts it in and out a few times and leans over the center console to give it to Harry.

Harry takes his hand off his cock and grips Y/N’s wrist, keeping his eyes on the half empty highway and sucks her finger into his mouth. Immediately, he groans out an animalistic sound from the salty, yet citrusy taste of his lovie’s pussy, wanting nothing more than to drown himself in the taste.

He decides in that moment that if he was on deathrow and had to choose a last meal, he’d pick Y/N’s cunt.

Y/N takes her digit out of Harry’s mouth ,watching a strand of saliva connect it with his tongue. The saliva breaks when she gets it a far enough distance away from his mouth, and leans over once again to lick it off. Harry feels the wetness of Y/N's tongue on his chin, feeling the pointed tip drag up the little bit of saliva and collect it to her own mouth.

"Do I taste good, daddy?" she asks, looking up at him with little devils dancing in her eyes.

"You taste fuckin' amazing, baby. Gonna keep m'tongue in y'cunt for the rest of the night when we get home. Now sit back in y'seat. Don't want you flashin' anyone else but me."

Y/N listens to Harry and sits back down in her seat. She supposes they're acting kind of irresponsible right now. She's got no seatbelt on and keeps moving around the front of the car, distracting Harry from the road ahead, but her mind is clouded. The only thing on it in this exact moment is Harry and the thorough fucking she's going to get the moment they step foot into the house.

Harry is a responsible driver, she's learnt, and she knows if she was too distracting or he couldn't continue focusing on his driving, he wouldn't put either of their safety at risk and stop immediately.

"Did I tell y'to stop playin' with y'cunt? If you don't cum two times by the time we're home, you're gonna feel the punishment fo' three weeks."

Two times, Y/N thinks. Two times and they've nearly driven half of the way. She doesn't think she's gonna be able to do it, but fuck, she doesn't want to be punished. She's got yoga classes for the upcoming two weeks every morning and they're already paid for. She doesn't think it'd be very efficient to simply not go because of her bruised ass and thighs that shake everytime she stands up.

"Okay, daddy," she whines out and lifts her legs up to her chest, taking two fingers and rubbing them around her weeping hole, getting them wet. She slides them in and pumps them in and out, scissoring them periodically and feeling her heartbeat rapidly quicken.

"Fuck," Harry whispers. He returns his hand to his cock and rubs it in the same motions as before, but that doesn’t last very long because he decides he doesn’t want to feel his hand, he wants to feel Y/N’s tight, velvety pussy wrapped around his dick raw.

He can’t to it right now—well, technically he can, but that’s way too dangerous— so he chooses the next best thing.

He spits onto his middle and ring fingers, leans his arm over to where Y/N is slowly pumping her own with her head thrown back and eyes closed out of pleasure. Harry roughly takes her hand away from her cunt, and the moment she’s got her digits out from the force, Harry immediately has his spit soaked ones in.

And Harry doesn’t start slow, or stop to stretch her out atleast a little bit because his fingers are noticeably thicker and longer, but goes in straight for the little pot of gold—starts thrusting his fingers at the speed of light, rubbing the tips of them right at the spongy spot deep in her cunt and hearing the squishy sounds it’s making from progressively getting wetter.

“Fuck, Harry—oh my God,” Y/N squeals, not expecting something so intense to happen so fast. She starts holding onto the edge of the black leather seat for some sort of stability and feels the fire boiling at the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Y’like that? Daddy makin’ you feel good?” Harry indicates that he’s switching lanes and starts to get off the highway, their home getting nearer and nearer with each mile.

“Daddy, fuck—yes! Just like that, right there,” Y/N pants out, feeling so close to the edge but far away from letting go. She feels something else coiling somewhere deep in her body and she swears she’s never felt anything like it before. “Don’t stop, daddy, I’m so close.”

“I’m not stoppin’, baby. C’mon, let go. I’ve got you. Cum all over m’hand.” His fingers haven’t faltered a single move and the amount of Y/N’s juice dripping down his arm is incredibly hot.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Y/N screams out, fireworks dancing behind her closed eyelids and goosebumps littering the every patch of skin on her body.

She hears a loud gushing sound and something like liquid hitting surface. Y/N feels ten times lighter than before, but when Harry doesn’t stop the thrusting of his fingers she’s shaking all over again and feeling the same additional weight of something pressing down onto her and begging to come out.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” Harry moans and feels Y/N’s wetness trickling in little streams of droplets on his arm, wetting his shirt, the seat and reaching as far as the dashboard. “You just fuckin’ squirted, baby. Fuck, been keepin’ it in all night, huh? Gonna gimme some more?”

Y/N wants to feel embarassed but she can’t because it was so fucking hot. She knows she’s gonna go shy and her cheeks are going to blush everytime Harry mentions it, but right now she feels zero of the embarassment and all of the horniness.

“Fuck, y-yes daddy, I think I can,” her limbs are shaking as is her voice, and she definetely didn’t think she’d be able to cum twice during their drive home, but after feeling what she just felt, she’s starting to think it’s quite possible.

When Harry feels a cramp in his arm, he still doesn’t dare stop. Seeing Y/N squirt was the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen and he desperately wants to see it again.

He continues the fast pace of his fingers and feels his lovie shaking inside out. He literally feels vibrations coming from inside her cunt from the continuous stimulation he’s giving her right after her first orgasm. One down, one to go.

Y/N starts moaning obscene moans, briefly opening her eyes and seeing that they’re barely a mere two minutes away from their home. She actually starts screaming when Harry thrusts his fingers in an up and down motion, constantly rubbing on her spongy spot.

Harry’s really trying to concentrate on the road, but seeing his Y/N in the state she’s in is making his focus switch priorities—giving Y/N and her pleasure the first place.

Her eyes are watering once she opens them again, and when she looks over at Harry, the sight is what makes her break over the edge and start gushing all over the front of the car again—his jaw clenched tightly, a few veins looking more prominent on the side of his neck and the one hand on the wheel looking like her favorite necklace.

“Fuck!” she squeals, thrashing around in her seat and feeling tears of pleasure rolling down her face. “D-daddy, stop, I-I can’t anymore,” Y/N mutters out in a raspy voice, trying to close her legs and lock her thighs around Harry’s fingers which are just softly massaging her wetness around and into her pussy now. The overstimulation made her mind hazy, and she couldn’t tell you what 2+2 was right now if you asked. Although, the soft rubbing on her clit feels kind of relieving after the mind-shattering orgasm she just had, even if it makes her quiver all over.

“Tha’s m’good girl, baby. Did so well fo’ me. It’s okay, baby. We’re home now. Gonna take such good care of you, m’love,” Harry coos, feeling kind of smug after making his lovie squirt twice while also driving. He soothes her trembling body with sweet words and promises of taking care of her the moment he puts the car in park. The feel of her velvety cunt lips slick with her wet arousal on his fingers makes his cock throb so much that it hurts. But it hurts so good, he thinks.

Harry’s pulling into the driveway when he slowly drags his hand away from Y/N’s pussy. Once the car’s engine and his seatbelt are off, he leans to the glove compartment and takes out a pack of tissues he keeps in there. Taking one out, he tilts towards Y/N, “lemme clean y’up, baby.”

Y/N slowly spreads her legs and lets out a hushed hissing sound when Harry softly drags the tissue up the length of her cunt. Harry cleans her up with one hand and keeps the other on her knee nearest to him to keep her legs from shutting.

The whole time he whispers declarations of love and appreciation to Y/N and when he’s finished, Harry trails a path of kisses along her kneecap. He crumples up the used tissue and sets it in the cup holder as a reminder to not forget to throw it out.

Harry looks up into lovie’s eyes, “made a right mess of m’car, didn’t ya, kitten? Gonna have a hard time cleanin’ all f’this out.”

Having came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had, Y/N finally feels the embarassment creeping in on her. Her cheeks flush a rosy pink color and she instantly darts her eyes away from his.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, look at me.” Harry coos and brings his hands up to cup her cheeks and angle her head his way so he can maintain eye contact, sensing the embarassment that’s radiating off of her, “nothin’ to be embarassed about. Tha’ was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in m’life. Y’looked so fuckin’ gorgeous. Gonna carry y‘up to the house and ravish you inside out all over again. M’cock’s so hard it hurts.”

Y/N feels a bit better after her boyfriend’s reassuring words, but still feeling a bit shy she just closes her eyes and presses their lips together as a silent ‘thank you for making me feel better after squirting all over your expensive as fuck Range Rover‘s leather interior‘.

But, then the fire in her shut eyes ignites all over again. She feels the heat travelling through her loins and every vein of her body as soon as Harry mentions ravishing her again. If she felt like she was high as fuck from cumming the first two times, she wonders what‘s going to happen once they step foot into their home.

Harry captures her bottom lip in between his own for a few moments before pulling back, “gonna give you y’pants, think you can put ‘em on? Nobody needs t’see your bare ass except me.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage.” Y/N smiles, gratefully accepting the article of clothing from his hands once he retreats it from the backseat. She watches Harry take out a few more tissues and start wiping down the dashboard, all the while slowly pulling up her pants with still subtly trembling hands.

Once they’re both finished with their jobs, Harry takes her small hands into his own, “let’s go, kitty. Can’t wait to see that all over again.”

He kisses her palms, each one three times, and taking the dirty tissues opens the car door and steps out. He quickly walks over to his lovie’s side opening the door for her and takes her hand in his helping her step out in her heels, like the true gentleman he is.

Once the door is shut, Harry locks the car and puts the key into his pocket. Then, before she even has a chance to take one step, he swiftly places one arm under her knees and the other on her back and and gracefully sweeps her off of the pathway, safetly locking her in in his arms.

She lets out a girlish squeal, clearly not expecting that at all and Harry just shushes her while quietly giggling himself at how fucking cute his girl is. “Don’t wake up the neighbours, baby. Be a gem an’ get the key out of m’back pocket, yeah? Feelin’ it against the left asscheek, I think.”

She’s still laughing to herself while reaching down his toned back and slipping her hand into the back pocket of his pants. She grabs ahold of the item and pulls it out, but not before giving his firm bum a nice good squeeze.

“Are y’gettin’ cheeky again, you little minx?”

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Present time.

“Here y’go, lovie,” Harry hands her a glass of lukewarm water, (disgusting, he knows, but he figures she doesn’t need to be drinking cold water with the damage done to her vocal cords—which would only make it worse) resuming the calming strokes to her thighs.

She lets out a raspy moan at the soothing feeling of the water sliding down her throat, and even though there’s an irritating ache in it, water isn’t the only thing she wants down her throat.

“Thank you, Har.” She thanks him once the glass is empty, disposing of it onto the granite kitchen counter next to her. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she leans in so close that their lips touch, “take me upstairs, please. Wan’t to squirt from y’cock now, daddy.”

Harry only smirks and connects their lips, setting his palms on her ass and lifting her up. Upstairs it is.

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“Oh, fuck—Daddy.” Y/N moans out, throwing her head back and feeling her wrists rubbing against their restraints. She’s sure that by the end of the night, her wrists are going to be raw and red from the metal handcuffs ingulfing them.

As soon as Harry had brought her upstairs, he’d stripped her and himself of all and any scrap of clothing adorning their bodies. After that was done, he immediately marched over to the sidetable on his side, crouching down and opening the very last drawer which contained all of their goodies. Taking out their favorite pair of plain metal handcuffs and a peach colored buttplug, he’d instructed Y/N to lay down ass up head down on their bed, then secured the handcuffs on the lowest part of the wooden headboard once they were attached to her wrists.

He admired her curvy figure, back arched and ass slightly spread from the placement of her knees and appreciated the view for just a second. Thinking about how fucking lucky he was to find such a fucking beautiful angel all to himself to cherish and love for the rest of his life. Well, he hopes she‘ll stay for the rest of it. And he‘s got a ring for when he asks if she‘ll stay in another drawer.

Driven of off lust and love, that‘s how he ended up in his current position—licking lovie’s pussy from the back, massaging her engorged clit with the thumb on his left hand and ghosting the tip of his index finger of the right hand over her little pink asshole.

She’s shaking for the whoever knows which time this evening, shoving her head back into the pillows in front of her to silence her raspy groans. The neighbours hate them, she’s sure.

“Fuckin’ scream my name, baby,” Harry moans into the folds of her cunt, pulling back just a tad to mutter out ‘make sure everybody knows who the fuck you belong to’ and dives right back into the mission at hand. He did promise her to keep his tongue on her for the rest of their night. And Harry’s always a man of his word.

He then plunges his tongue into her dripping pussy hole a few times, moaning out at the divine taste, and after swirling around her arousal all over his taste buds, softly drags it up her taint and around her puckered ring.

“Oh-Oh my God!” Y/N squeals out, trying to scoot away from the immense pleasure but pathetically failing, the handcuffs keeping her in place.

Harry spreads her full asscheeks with his veiny hands, all the while feeling around the ridges and wrinkled edges of her asshole with his tongue. He can’t get enough of her, no matter where he tastes.

“Fuck, fuck—that feels so good, daddy,” she shudders when he dips the very tip of his pink muscle into her ass.

Harry makes his tongue go in an in and out motion, using that as a technique to stretch her out for the plug. Although it’s not a big one, she’s very tight in every hole. Especially her ass, though. That’s why Harry takes his time slowly pleasuring her with his tongue, then with his pointer finger just up to the first knuckle.

Once he finds that she’s stretched out enough for the buttplug, he pulls back, takes it with a firm grip and spits on it. Leaning down, he gathers up some more spit in his mouth and pushes it out slowly onto Y/N’s asshole. He watches as her fists clench in their confines and her face, which is now pressed sideways into a throw pillow, contorts to one of pleasure.

Slowly pushing the plug in with his hand, he grips his hard throbbing cock in the other and rubs it on her clit, making the initial stretch less uncomfortable for his lovie.

Y/N whimpers out a sound of pleasure when she feels the stimulation on her clit, and throws her mouth completely open once the buttplug is finally settled snugly in her ass.

“Fuck, y’look breathtaking like this. All spread out with y’ass full with m’cock rubbin’ on your pussy. All mine. Fuckin’ hell, y’ready baby?” Harry groans when he pushes the tip of his cock a teeny tiny bit of the way into her other hole.

“Yes! Fuck, daddy, m’so ready,” Y/N almost screams out. She can’t even think about being completly drained of energy only a mere half hour prior. Having squirted twice this evening, she feels as though she’s about to go five more times. And she can’t even be embarassed about it this time.

Harry groans out when he feels the ungodly tight sheath of Y/N’s pussy engulfing his cock. Giving her a few moments to adjust, he unhurriedly pulls out just so that the raspberry pink tip remains inside then pushes back in and repeats the process a few good times.

When Y/N feels Harry building up a steady pace, she feels the uncontrallable satisfaction spreading through her and taking over all common sense.

Harry starts hammering his hips into Y/N’s, holding onto her plushy love handles and using them as leverage. Gonna kiss those bruises tomorrow morning, he promises to himself silently. He watches as her ass shakes with every thrust, as do her thighs and the sight almost brings Harry to cumming prematurely.

The room fills with panting and groaning, the sounds of skin slapping together prominent. They both mewl out when her spreads her cheeks apart and wiggles the buttplug around a little.

The sensation brings Y/N so close to the edge that she almost bursts, but she’s stopped abruptly by Harry’s words.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Just a few more moments. J-just a few. Fuck. Ask daddy if y’can cum, been such a good girl fo’ me, don’t ruin that now.”

Y/N curls her toes and feels a cramp coming onto her, but the feeling of her pending orgasm completely drowns out any other sensations. She makes fists out of her hands so hard that every single knuckle turns white. Her wrists are starting to burn from the constant rubbing of metal on her skin, but somehow that turns her on even more.

“Fuck, please, can I cum, daddy? Please, I-I can’t anymore. Gonna-”

“Fuck! Cum on my cock, baby,” Harry growls out and starts thrusting his pelvis at an unimaginable speed.

Y/N screams out and possibly blacks out for a few moments once she gets the okay to cum from Harry. She manages to squirt, although not as much as in the car, but still a fair amount. It soaks a good part of the sheets under her and when Harry moans ‘fuck, make a mess all over me, darling’, she knows she got some on him too.

When Harry sees the shaking back of his Y/N and feels the wetness of her orgasm soak the upper part of his thighs, he spills his load in multiple spurts deep in her cunt.

“Ugh, fuck. Yes, baby, keep squeezin’ your pussy.” He’s holding his hips still as he’s emptying out into Y/N, and she’s really grateful, because she doesn’t think she’d be able to bear more pleasure in this moment.

“Fuck,” she whispers when she feels Harry slowly pulling out and start rubbing her back in silent comfort.

“Did so fuckin’ well fo’ me, baby. M’so proud. Clench y’pussy, y’gonna keep m’cum inside of you ‘till morning. Gonna eat it all out for breakfast tomorrow, yeah? Keep it warm for me.”

The raunchy yet sweet words make Y/N’s cunt clench around air and she’s careful to not let any of his cum slip out.

As Harry’s unsnapping the handcuffs from her wrists and sotfly rubbing them carefully on the harsh red marks, he mutters out with a smile on his face, “ruined you pretty well, lovie, yeah? Don’t think an old man would’ve been able to do that.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfic #harry angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry #styles #one shot #imagine #fanfic

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tuesday again 4/12/22

limping, hobbling, stumbling blearily into spring. two screencaps from killing eve in the watching section, so if you want to go into that show completely blind don’t read this post.

listening Macross 82-99′s Grandlife, Highlife (w-Rollergirl) off the album A Million Miles Away. this album on loop and this song in particular got me through a particularly bleak workday on uhhhh thursday

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i do love a nice chunky background bass. this is video game music adjacent, future funk maybe? very jet set radio, very space channel 5. it’s a groovy little instrumental track that’s not technically dance music but you can bop along to.

how did i find this: i think if you’re just Around on the internet you’ve probably heard [ 82.99 F.M ] , which i could have sworn was a previous tuesdaysong, maybe from that weird unarchived period in 2019 when i was still figuring out what these posts were and didn’t have a running spotify playlist. much to consider

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reading fallow week, so here are three articles i’m thinking about

interview? article about? a franciscan monk who is the ethical advisor to the pope about artificial intelligence

can you bury your gay darlings?

solidarity to all striking etsy sellers

watching not to be an old lady but i am fucking Despondent about how my two bbc shows of choice (killing eve and peaky blinders) have ended.

for peaky blinders,

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for killing eve, i’m just. well. that was a television show. this bit was darling tho

playing okay so you know how some people (not me) meal prep? i have realized that knowing ahead of time what i want to eat for lunch is helpful, bc most of my job right now is deciding where different bits of information go. and the decision fatigue is at like eleven by the time lunch rolls around.

just as i have to literally write “walkies” on my to-do list, i have realized i literally need to prep funtimes to decompress from work. this week, this has looked like finally installing itch.io on the work pc and going through the six gigantic bundles i bought for various charitable reasons, filing things into various folders to play later.

“but kay, isn’t that exactly your day job?”

no. it’s different here. shut up.

anyway that’s how i rediscovered depanneur nocturne (which i also apparently bought on steam at some point?), which i pitched to @andmaybegayer as: a tiny cozy game about exploring a magic shop/convenience store to find a gift for your partner who is a deer.

the vibes in this one are Just Nice! a very nice little game that made me quite happy and content for the rest of the evening. the poster work on the walls was absolutely fucking baller, and your partner who is a deer and the shopkeep who is a salamander witch are delightful. not saccharine sweet like some cozy games are, where they’re quite smug about ~*being wholesome*~ and ~*self care*~. this was like a slice of life episode from an anime you half remember and will never find again.

i took screenshots but don’t want to get up and get them off my work computer so here’s one lifted from the itch.io page. not a hundred percent on the game discovery here but i know it wasn’t through work, may have just been me fucking around on steam on my own time

making wrote a double drabble about *checks notes* the two ladies from 1952′s High Noon, bc i think they should have hit da bricks and they Literally get on the same train, this shit writes itself. i have been wailing about this for several days but Why is this is first actual fic for this movie it is SUCH low hanging fruit

also people really liked this post about how i acquired a cool new lamp

also also people yelled at me a lot for this modern noir snippet. you know how sunset boulevard was the rot hidden under the sundrenched decadence of los angeles? what if a modern noir was the rot under influencer culture

#killing eve spoilers #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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Fate and Phantasms #91: Ryougi Shiki (Saber)

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re going a bit out of our way to an entirely different Nasuverse production, Kara no Kyoukai, to build the mysterious 『Ryougi Shiki』, a.k.a. Void Shiki, a.k.a. Ryougi Shiki (Saber)! Shiki is the host personality of both Shiki and Shiki, and due to her connection with the Root, is effectively omniscient and omnipotent. She’s trying to keep her potence down to what a servant could do at the moment, so don’t expect a power build.

Check out Shiki’s build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Second verse, surprisingly different from the first.

Race and Background

Shiki is obviously a human, but she’s a human implanted with an additional personality as well as the origin of 「　」, so you’re probably closer to a Kalashtar. I would’ve thought “person with an extradimensional intelligence inside of them” would be a bit niche, but I guess I was wrong. Regardless, you get +2 Wisdom and +1 Charisma. Your Dual Mind gives you advantage on all Wisdom saves, your Mental Discipline gives you resistance to psychic damage, and you can use your Mind Link to speak to a creature within ten times your level in feet telepathically, provided they understand a language. This is a great way to get around that pesky language barrier. You can also spend an action to give a creature the ability to speak back telepathically for up to an hour, and you can only give one creature this ability at a time.

Finally, as a Kalashtar you are Severed from Dreams; you sleep, but don’t dream, so spells like Dream don’t work on you.

As the most reclusive of Shiki’s personalities, and the one with the greatest knowledge of the universe, you’re a shoe-in as a Hermit. This gives you Medicine and Religion proficiency, as well as a great secret of the world chosen by your DM.

Ability Scores:

Put your highest score into Wisdom, you’re literally omniscient and it’s a more useful ability score than Intelligence. Second is Dexterity- you move faster than most people can see, and you’re really handy with a sword. Third is Intelligence, because you’re still omniscient. Your Charisma isn’t that high, but we won’t be using it for much besides multiclassing anyway. Your Constitution is also pretty low, we just needed other stuff more. Finally, dump Strength. You don’t really get out much- it’s hard to go to the gym when you’re letting someone else run your body.

Class Levels

1. Monk 1: Your power comes more from your knowledge of other’s lines of death and your skill rather than brute force, so we’re going Monk instead of Fighter. It’s also way easier to fight in a Kimono this way, thanks to your Unarmored Defense giving you an AC of 10 + your Dexterity mod + your Wisdom mod. You also gain Martial Arts, making the minimum damage you can do with a monk weapon or your fist 1d4. You can also make an unarmed strike as a bonus action, and you can use Dexterity instead of Strength when attacking with a monk weapon or unarmed strike.

You also have proficiency in Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as Acrobatics and History. You’re nimble and know everything, a powerful combo.

2. Monk 2: Second level monks learn how to use Ki points to dash, disengage, dodge, or make two unarmed blows as a bonus action. You also get Unarmored Movement, helping you move 10′ faster when not wearing armor. New to Tasha’s you can also use a Dedicated Weapon with your martial arts, picking a non-heavy, non-special weapon to use as a monk weapon at the end of a long rest. We’re still not proficient with a long-sword yet, so we can’t quite use it yet, but we’ll get there.

3. Sorcerer 1: We’re popping into sorcerer for a bit to awaken your Aberrant Mind, letting you cast Spells using your Charisma as the casting ability and also make Telepathic Speech. You can use your bonus action to link yourself with another creature nearby. Afterwards, for a number of minutes equal to your sorcerer level you can speak telepathically with them as long as they’re within a number of miles equal to your Charisma modifier. The bond lasts a number of minutes equal to your sorcerer level, and only one creature can be affected by it at once. It might be technically possible for something to run over a mile away in less than a minute, but that seems like an edge case. It’s a bit confusing, but this telepathy has a longer range than your other telepathy, at the cost of lasting a shorter time.

For your spells, pick up Message for yet another way to speak to your party, Dancing Lights, Light, Sleep, and Minor Illusion for some dreamlike effects, and False Life to turn your magical energy into your lifeforce.

The aberrant mind is especially useful because you also get some Psionic Spells for free. At first level you get Arms of Hadar, Dissonant Whispers, and Mind Sliver. Most of those aren’t that close to what you need though, so thankfully you can also replace one of these spells with any divination or enchantment spell of the same level from the sorcerer, warlock, or wizards spell lists. So let’s toss out Dissonant Whispers and replace it with Identify; you know literally everything, including what the cool magical artifact you just found is.

4. Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers are a Font of Magic, giving you Sorcery Points equal to your level that you can spend to regain spell slots now, or other neat effects later. Speaking of spells, pick up Shield for more AC- it’s not that in-character, but we needed something replaceable for later. You should also replace Arms of Hadar with Detect Magic to further expand your omniscience.

5. Sorcerer 3: Third level sorcerers learn two Metamagic options to enhance their spells. Distant Spell lets you double a spell’s range or turn a touch spell into a 30′ range, very useful for extending your spying spells even further. You also pick up Subtle Spell, which eliminates the need for verbal or somatic components. You don’t use magic to learn things, you just know, that means you shouldn’t let anyone catch you casting.

You also grab 2nd level spells this level: Magic Weapon lets you slice though lines of death instead of flesh to avoid resistances and deal a little more damage. You also get the psionic spells Calm Emotions and Detect Thoughts. We don’t really need to calm people down though, so replace that right away with Locate Object so you’ll never lose your car keys again.

6. Sorcerer 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to grab the Weapon Master feat, bumping up your Dexterity and also giving you proficiency in four weapons, including the Long-sword.

You also grab True Strike, because it’s hard to dodge an attack when you can’t even see what it’s aiming for, Mind Spike for more psychic damage and omniscience, and replace Shield with Shadow Blade for a more magical monk weapon as well.

7. Monk 3: Speaking of monk stuff, let’s head back there for our subclass. Monks that follow the Way of the Long Death study death and incorporate their findings into their martial arts, and it’s really easy to study death when you’re able to see it in person. When you take the subclass, you learn the Touch of Death, gaining temporary hp when you reduce a creature’s HP to 0 within 5′ of yourself. You can also Deflect Missiles to reduce incoming damage or throw it back at them for a ki point.

8. Monk 4: Use this ASI to round out your Dexterity and Wisdom for a better AC and better swordplay. You can also Slow Fall to reduce your falling damage by five times your monk level, or use Quickened Healing to turn your Ki points into health based on your martial arts die and your proficiency bonus.

9. Monk 5: At fifth level, your Martial Arts grows to a d6, and you can make an Extra Attack with each attack action. You can also make a Stunning Strike with your melee attack, spending a ki point to force a constitution save (DC 8 + your wisdom modifier + your proficiency modifier) against being stunned.

10. Monk 6: Sixth level monks can make Ki-Empowered Strikes, making your unarmed attacks magical. It’s not incredibly useful, since you could already magic up your sword, but hey, now you can save a spell slot. You can also signal the Hour of Reaping as an action, frightening everything within 30′ of you that fails a wisdom saving throw. You’re an omniscient swordswoman who can see the death of all things, and may or may not even exist. That’s pretty scary.

You also get an extra 5′ of movement. It’s not quite as scary, but still pretty useful.

11. Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers can use the new Magical Guidance, spending a sorcery point to re-roll a failed ability check. You know everything, so you should succeed at everything; that’s why it’s so boring.

For spells, you get Haste as your normal spell for doubled speed, +2 AC, an extra action per turn, and advantage on dexterity saves. You’re fast, what can I say. You also get new Psionic Spells, Hunger of Hadar and Sending. You have plenty of ways to speak your mind already, but let’s replace Hunger of Hadar with Clairvoyance for more all-knowing goodness, letting you place a sensor in a location you’ve been before or an obvious place you haven’t been, like around a corner. You can see or hear through the sensor, but not both at once.

12. Sorcerer 6: Sixth level Aberrant Minds get Psionic Sorcery; you can now cast Psionic Spells either by using a spell slot or by spending sorcery points equal to its level. Doing the latter lets you cast it without verbal, somatic, or unconsumed material components. You also have Psychic Defenses, giving you resistance to psychic damage and advantage on saves against being charmed or frightened. This almost entirely overlaps with the Kalashtar abilities you got at level 1, but who knows, maybe there’s a weird spell out there that charms with a constitution save.

For your spell, Blink loosens your grip on this reality, causing you to blink out of existence at the end of your turn if you roll eleven or higher on a d20. At the start of your turns and the end of the spell, you blink back into reality for more fighting. It lasts up to a minute, and isn’t concentration, so pair it with your favorite buff to really become a frightening anomaly.

13. Sorcerer 7: Seventh level sorcerers get fifth level spells, like Far Step, which gives you the cool anime-level speed we’ve been looking for. As a bonus action each turn the spell is up, you can teleport up to 60′ away for speed so blinding people literally can’t see you do it. You also get Evards Black Tentacles and Summon Aberration as Psionic Spells. Neither are in-character, so replace the one you’ll use less with Arcane Eye for one last way to learn things you shouldn’t. This spell creates a magical sensor within 30′ of you, but you can move it as an action with no limit to how far it can go.

14. Monk 7: We’re done switching around classes now; back in Monk, you learn Evasion, which gives you half damage on failed dexterity saves and no damage on successes when you’re trying to avoid damage. Your connection to the Void also gives you Stillness of Mind, letting you end a charming or frightening effect as an action.

15. Monk 8: Pick up the Tough feat for 2 extra HP per level- you’re a monk and your constitution is bad, you’ll really want this.

16. Monk 9: At ninth level you can run over liquid or up walls thanks to your Unarmored Movement Improvement. Just be sure to end your turn somewhere solid.

17. Monk 10: Tenth level monks have a Purity of Body, making them immune to diseases and poisons. You don’t have to deal with poison, Shiki does. You should probably apologize to her one of these days. You also get another 5′ of extra movement, because why not.

18. Monk 11: Eleventh level Long Death monks have a Mastery of Death; when you would hit 0 hp, you can instead spend a Ki point to stay at 1 hp instead. You’re pretty hard to kill, which is just as well- I don’t want to force your DM to have to figure out what happens when the origin of the universe dies. Also, your Martial Arts increases to a d8, for stronger unarmed attacks and more healing.

19. Monk 12: Use your last ASI on more Dexterity for a higher AC and more deadly weapon.

20. Monk 13: Your capstone feature is the Tongue of the Sun and Moon, letting you understand and be understood by anything that speaks a language. I’m almost getting tired of saying this, but you’re omnipotent; Duolingo should be pretty easy by now.

Pros:

You have 50′ of movement normally, the ability to dash or teleport as a bonus action, and access to the haste spell. You’re pretty goddamn mobile, is what I’m trying to say. And unlike a lot of these builds, you can run straight up walls and teleport into the air, so vertical mobility isn’t that much of an issue for you. As long as you don’t mind falling.

You have plenty of options to heal yourself, and you have to die almost a dozen times before you actually stay down. As befitting of The Thing the Universe Is Recorded On, you’re pretty hard to kill.

You’re not as omniscient as you should be, but you’re still really good at learning things you shouldn’t. With plenty of divination spells that you can cast subtly, you’ll be able to spy on events without anyone knowinng you were ever there.

Cons:

A lot of your buffs and divination spells require concentration, which would be annoying enough even if your constitution wasn’t bad in the first place.

Your best way at dealing with flying enemies is to throw yourself into the air and hope you land okay. I mean you’re a high level monk, so it’s not that big an issue, but it’s still not dignified.

This build is a little bit complicated, with different kinds of points to keep track of. Have fun keeping your sorcery points, spell slots, and ki points all straight.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #void shiki #Fate and Phantasms

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EXACTLY EXACTLY,,,,,, it's so good,,,,,,,, and like. miles realizing that something is Wrong ,,,, and Franz and Gumshoe doing their absolute best not bc of Winning but just. for Maya ........ just. ;v; ..... 2 is absolutely my favourite game even with That Case Everyone Hates. farewell n reunion are just so good,,,,,,,,

also obligatory mention for bridge having all the same good stuff !! because. poor Maya can't catch a break

YEAH YEAH like. everyone coming together FOR MAYA god. its what she deserves GENUINELY. shes had such a fucking awful time, so everyone coming together TO HELP HER is so important. (also while shes busy being KIDNAPPED shes still being clever and trying to investigate and do some puzzle solving!!!) and like theyre not doing this to catch matt enguarde, thats just a bonus of solving the case, every single person here is here For Maya, so save Her. and considering that for so long phoenix has been the only one protecting her (when shes just a KID) is so tragic. so now after everything theyve done together, all these people are here for HER. (AND ALSOOOOO this is HUGE to me for her self worth issues. she sees herself as 'not mia' aka not good enough to help as shown in turnabout goodbyes, but then shes presented with THIS??? everyone coming together bc they love her?? or care about her in some way or another?? even the people theyre technically going against!! everyones here for the truth but the reason theyre able to work TOGETHER is maya!!!!!!!) everybody stalls FOR HER, and yeah miles knowing somethings wrong and then believing them and helping makes me so ;~;;; im fr gonna cry just typing all this out i literally love maya so much its insane. she is my beloved. i think i am going to replay that case now

#GENUINELY genuinely tearing up thinking about this and her #asks #ace attorney

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KATIE’S TOP 10 15 BEST ROYAL WEDDING DRESSES OF ALL TIME

15. Princess Madeleine in Valentino (Sweden, m. Christopher O’Neill, 8 June 2013)

The only thing I can say I hate genuinely about this dress is that it never sat right off her shoulders. It looked like it was slipping and sliding all day. Other than that, wow, this dress is gorgeous. The color is beautiful, combined with that fantastic tiara and gorgeous veil. Lace but not too much lace. Absolutely beautiful!

14. Mette-Marit Tjessem Høiby in Ove Harder Finseth (Norway, m. Crown Prince Haakon, 25 August 2001)

I love a simple wedding dress, and Mette-Marit really hit it out of the park with hers. I love that she was involved with the design. I love that she accessorized really minimally to let the dress and that fabulous veil shine. The only thing I’d like to have seen is a bit more bling in the tiara, but she still looked absolutely beautiful!

13. Countess Olympia von und zu Arco-Zinneberg in Oscar de la Renta (France/Austria, m. Prince Jean-Christophe Napoleon Bonaparte, 19 October 2019)

This dress is so far out of my comfort zone, but it is absolutely fabulous. So quirky, so intricate - I’m in love! It’s classic Oscar de la Renta and it fits her beautifully. I’m not a fan of what the cape does in the chest area and I would never, ever wear this myself but it’s a work of art! Absolutely fabulous!

12. Camilla Parker-Bowles in Anna and Robinson Valentine (United Kingdom, m. The Prince of Wales, 9 April 2005)

I think this is stunning for a second wedding. The color, the gold accents, the classic Philip Treacy headpiece - absolutely magnificent. It looks bridal without being juvenile, and it’s gorgeous while still being appropriate for the occasion. I’ve always loved it!

11. Crown Princess Victoria in Pär Engsheden (Sweden, m. Daniel Westling, 19 June 2010)

The combination of the simplicity of Victoria’s gown with the Cameo tiara and that gorgeous, intricate bouquet is exquisite. The Cameo needed something simple to let it shine and Victoria and Engsheden did not disappoint. The color and material were perfection and this is how you do an off-the-shoulder short-sleeved look! Combined with no necklace to really let the whole look shine, this is one of my favorites!

10. Beatrice Borromeo in Armani Privé (Monaco, m. Pierre Casiraghi, 1 August 2015)

This is the first of three (yes, three) mentions of Beatrice Borromeo on this list. She’s gorgeous and would have made a beautiful bride wearing a trash bag but this dress is something else. It’s classic bridal with just a touch of high fashion and I love it. That lace is so, so delicate, only someone as graceful as Beatrice could have pulled it off. Her veil is gorgeous and although I missed a tiara, she’s literally sparkling in the delicate, shimmery fabric!

9. Catherine Middleton in Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen (United Kingdom, m. Prince William, 29 April 2011)

What a love affair the world has with this dress, the modern icon of all wedding dresses! It would have been easy to overwhelm Kate’s figure with a full skirt, but Sarah Burton nailed the proportions perfectly. The lace is exquisite from her neck to her shoes. I love how she brought back lace sleeves in bridal fashion. The peplum detail on the back of the skirt is incredible. It fit her like a second skin in the best way and she looked every bit the fairytale princess walking down the aisle. Her veil was just the right length, too - not too long but not too short. It’s no wonder this is the new iconic wedding dress!

8. Meghan Markle in Clare Waight-Keller for Givenchy (United Kingdom, m. Prince Harry, 19 May 2018)

I’ve said before that I love a simple wedding dress, and Meghan did not disappoint. The boat neckline was so flattering on Prince Harry’s bride, and the color and fabric were just the right combination for her. I stood on the Long Walk during their carriage procession, and I could see Meghan coming from a mile away because she was literally shimmering in the sunlight. I wish it was better tailored - my only true grievance - but everything else was gorgeous. And that veil! What can I say about that veil? It literally sparkled in the sunlight going up the stairs to the chapel. I can’t say enough - and the fact that it included a patch of the dress they wore on their first date? My heart!! If this was better tailored, it would have been top 5.

7. Princess Eugenie in Zac Posen (United Kingdom, m. Jack Brooksbank, 12 October 2019)

The first reception dress of the list! Eugenie’s ceremony dress was pretty, but not my style. This, however... how could one go wrong with a pale blush cape dress that fit her perfectly? She looks like an ethereal goddess, like she’s descended from the clouds to grace us with her presence. The color is magnificent, the fabric so delicate. I don’t know how it’s possible to look so beautiful and so comfortable at the same time, but Eugenie and Zac Posen really pulled it off. This was such a pleasant surprise when comparing it to her ceremony dress - I loved it!

6. Beatrice Borromeo in Valentino (Monaco, m. Pierre Casiraghi, 25 July 2015)

Never in my life could I have imagined myself picking a purple wedding dress in a list of favorites, but here we are. Beatrice’s civil wedding dress was everything one could have expected from her - delicate, feminine, with an almost fairy-like quality that many couldn’t even dream to pull off. She literally looks like a goddess. The lace overlay cape was something out of a dream, and the natural flow of the skirt is magnificent. I love that the lace detail up top matches the lace detail at the bottom. Ethereal is the word I would use to describe this dress - absolutely heavenly!

5. Elisabetta Rosboch von Wolkenstein in Valentino (Belgium, m. Prince Amadeo, 5 July 2014)

The delicate details of this dress are everything! I love the matching neckline with the sleeve structure and the chest/mesh detail. I especially love how those details match the veil outline. I usually don’t like mesh paneling very much, but Elisabetta pulled it off beautifully. The simplicity of the skirt is complemented by the gorgeous overlay. Plus, there’s something so gorgeously simple about the twist in her hair that I just adore. The skirt is flattering and of the right proportion, and I love how vibrant the white is. This is truly one of my favorites - so delicate and feminine!

4. Claire Lademacher in Elie Saab (Luxembourg, m. Prince Felix, 21 September 2012)

Y’all know I wasn’t going to get through this list without my main man Elie Saab. This dress is truly a masterpiece, a piece of premier artistry. The lace detail is simply unparalleled, and it being head-to-toe does nothing to detract from the magnificence that is Princess Claire and Elie Saab. I love the high neckline and the minimalistic jewelry. Plus, that tiara with her dark hair and that gorgeous veil? *chef’s kiss* magnificent. Absolutely otherworldly.

3. Countess Stéphanie de Lannoy in Elie Saab (Luxembourg, m. Hereditary Grand Duke Guillaume, 20 October 2012)

God, what a dress. What can I even say? That lace? Incredible. The skirt? Fantastic. The train? Phenomenal. Veil? Unreal. I really don’t have anything technical to say about this other than good Lord, it is out-of-this-world, show-stopping fabulous. Stéphanie’s usual style is not my favorite but it’s truly all forgiven because she pulled out the big guns with this royal wedding dress, the epitome of what a royal wedding dress should be. The only thing that heightens this above Princess Claire’s Elie Saab masterpiece is the color - it’s so gorgeous, so flattering, I have no words. Also, I’m a sucker for this kind of veil - mounted on the back of her head and thin enough to be transparent. The whole thing is mesmerizing - an absolute work of art.

2. Beatrice Borromeo in Armani Privé (Monaco, m. Pierre Casiraghi, 1 August 2015)

Beatrice’s second reception gown rounds out my favorites of hers from her wedding week. I love the simple lines of this dress - the v-neck is so flattering and I love that the straps are thin without being too thin. The A-line cascades down through the skirt beautifully, the belted waist ties the full thing together. The construction is truly magical, a genuine workpiece. I can’t talk about this dress without discussing the cape-like effect of the back. She looks like she is walking through the clouds with the gorgeous wispiness of the cape. I love that the pieces are separate, and I can only imagine what they looked like in motion. Armani truly outdid himself with this - it was perfectly constructed from top to bottom. A true masterpiece.

1. Lady Gabriella Windsor in Luisa Beccaria (United Kingdom, m. Thomas Kingston, 18 May 2019)

And finally, last but certainly not least - the inspiration for my future wedding dress if I ever get married. Lady Gabriella stopped me in my tracks when I saw this dress. Literally, I was walking and looking at my phone, and I stopped short when I saw it. The cape is just divine, that’s the only word I can use to describe it. It’s like Beatrice’s second reception dress, but kicked up a notch with that absolutely inimitable lace overlay. The skirt is proportioned beautifully, and I love how it flatters her figure without suffocating her. The shoulder/cape detail is heavenly. I could stare at this dress all day long, it is so magnificent. It is delicate and feminine with magnificent construction, structured and lined beautifully with an element of softness and romance that cannot be paralleled. It’s no wonder this is my favorite royal wedding gown of all time. It’s just extraordinary. I’ve done my best to explain in words but I simply cannot. This dress is incredible. Heart-stopping, show-stopping, jaw-dropping magnificent.

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lay me gently | ksj

there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what zeus and hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like seokjin. | monsters and gods pt 2 (masterlist)

pairing | seokjin x reader

genre/warnings | greek god au, aphrodite!jin, hephaestus!reader, disabled!reader (kind of. more technically accurate would be chronic pain!reader. but thats a whole discussion that ur welcome to have with me), fluff, slight angst but not a ton, v brief allusions to violence but its purposefully vague, not so brief descriptions of physical injury, descriptions of chronic pain, cyclopes! everywhere! i use that word so many times!, smut, literally the most vanilla smut i’ve ever written there are only two warnings, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, there are mentions of a war god that is a dick but it is Not Ares i promise, everyone still hates zeus bc he sucks, this also features dionysus!jimin but only a little,

word count | 12.9k | cross posted to ao3

a/n | this is the second installment of gods and monsters!! i was actually in the middle of writing from eden when i stumbled across a really fantastic blurb about retelling aphrodite’s story the way we’ve all collectively decided to retell persephone and hades, so that there are two decent fucking couples in greek mythology, and there were a lot of good comments on said blurb that made those last two braincells in my head run into each other and make an idea. and then i promptly opened a new doc and typed half of this and a vague summary before sleeping for longer than i should have! and i’m always weak for aphrodite jin bc i mean....look at him....man looks like he was sculpted by Michelangelo like who am i to deny the gods, y’know? and i figured that since i had olympian!reader in the last one, i’d continue that and have olympian!reader in this one, also i wanted an excuse to write from a hephaestus pov since i’ve loved that dumbass blacksmith since i was ten and wrote a greek history article in school. so here, have this aphrodite retelling!! | title from work song by hozier

It's hot. It's always hot here, the consequences of living inside a volcano, you suppose, but the callouses on your skin have long since made you immune to the burns. You glide down through the halls, an old habit since the day you crafted the wheels you attached to your sandals. No longer did you need to carry the awkward and hefty cane everywhere you went, or struggle to make your leg move the way you wanted it to. The invention of the wheel was one you were forever proud of.

The forge is already blazing when you arrive, each of the hundred levels full of cyclopes all hammering away. Steam hisses and rises through the air, and you chance a glance at the lava bubbling miles below you.

"Careful today," You call to the cyclops closest to you. "It looks like she's feeling the burn again. Raise the guards soon, and keep them up until she blows. No sense letting good work go to waste." The cyclops nods and barks an order out at others across the levels. You wheel yourself further along, the sound of the celestial bronze shields being brought up serving as background noise. You probably could have waited another day or so to raise them, if you were honest; cyclopes are fireproof, which is useful in a forge, and you yourself aren't likely to be taken out by a mere volcanic eruption. The work, though...heat like that could affect even the strongest of your creations, and everyone works much too hard here to have to reform every bolt, repour every blade.

You valued your time too much for that.

"You have a guest, my lady," one of your workers called. You look up from the notebook in your hands - soot-covered, bound in leather, edges singed, with bits of paper sticking every which way from the many times you've jotted something down for later and stuffed it inside quickly before tying the leather cords that bind it - and frown. The cyclops grimaces slightly. "It...seems to be Lord Zeus."

You scoff and spin yourself around to follow him to the elevator reluctantly. "Probably wants to commission another throne, the bastard. Should've stuck him to the last one, maybe he'd get it through his head that not everyone wants to fuck him." You wave a hand and your guide gives you a curt nod before returning to work. You settle yourself in the lift and flip the lever. It's not a long journey, thanks to the many improvements you've made over the years, but it still seems that too soon the grate is sliding back into the wall to allow you exit.

You tap your heels together twice as you glide off the lift, already reaching for the cane that you keep there for situations like this. The soft clicks and whirs are nearly imperceptible as the wheels break themselves apart and regress into the hidden compartments in your soles. Your leg becomes dead weight once more, and you wince at the way it drags behind you. You've half a mind to curse whoever came to call on you this time; you hate walking, even if the charade is a necessary one. You're still contemplating the idea when you hobble into your entry to see Zeus himself, stoic and cold as he ever is.

"My lord," You call, barely keeping the venom out of your voice as you do. Many would say it's the heat of the mountain making your blood boil, but you know the truth. Very little in the world sets you off like the man in front of you.

He turns and fixes a blinding grin on you. "My dear Hephaestus!" You scoff at the title; no one has called you by your name in centuries, lest they inherit your lameness. "Wonderful to see you, truly. It's been too long since my last visit."

"Yes, four hundred years does seem to crawl by without you to grace the halls of my forge," You drawl. His eyes steel for a moment, your sarcasm not as lost on him as you'd hope, but it quickly passes. "Why are you here, my lord?"

"Well, you remember how I said I would owe you a favor?" Your eyes narrow and you nod. In the handful of times Zeus has repaid the hundreds of favors he owes, it's hardly ever been something positive. "I'm here to pay it! I brought you a gift."

"A gift, what-?" You don't get the chance to finish. Zeus has already waved forward a steward he brought along. Your heart aches for the boy as sweat drips down his body and his tunic is already singed. Your own leathers are slightly oppressive in the heat, but at least they don't catch fire. Zeus takes a scroll from the boy, harsh and rough, and shoves it into your hands. You unravel it quickly, your eyes darting across the words on the paper.

"A marriage?!" Your screech echoes throughout the mountain and the clanging of metal on metal pauses for a moment. "What am I supposed to do with a marriage, much less one to a-" You scan the paper again. "A love goddess?"

"Not a love goddess," He tuts. "The love goddess. Well. Love deity. Aphrodite is a beauty, you're lucky I could arrange such a thing." Your eyes strain against your skull, threatening to pop out with every word Zeus says.

"What in all of Tartarus is a ‘love deity’ supposed to do in my forge?" You ask him. He scoffs and waves the question off as if it doesn't matter. Your hand twitches with the urge to throw him into the lava, and the only thing keeping you from doing exactly that is the pain striking through your leg - a bitter reminder of just what Zeus is capable of - and the knowledge that it wouldn't even kill him.

"Your mother was adamant about this, Hephaestus." You echo his scoff at this; you're sure she was. "Aphrodite will arrive within the week. See to it that everything is fit for a god." He chuckles at his own joke, and a vision of your cane shoved through his skull implants itself in your brain. You force yourself to take in deep breaths. The scent of hot metals, sparks, and sulfur calms you, as it always has.

"Fine," You say, though Zeus is already on his way out. "I'm not keeping anyone here against their will, though!" Your shout goes ignored, as you knew it would. You grumble under your breath and hobble back to the elevator. Within moments you're shooting down to your bedroom, large and situated close to the heart of the volcano. You don't bother to activate the wheels of your shoes, instead leaning on your cane until you get to your bed.

The plush mattress and blankets are a relief on your aching hip and leg and you let yourself lean back and just relax for a moment. The notice is still clutched in your hand and you find yourself staring at the looping curves of Hera's signature, wondering what she's up to this time.

Memories flood you before you can stop them; being a young godling in Olympus, attached and in awe of your mother as she led you around the city, light gleaming off the golden columns. Seeing the fire in Zeus' eyes the first time he struck her in front of you, and the blaze that came when you stepped in front of her. Starlight glinting off her silver robes as she cried in her garden. The bruising vice he kept on your calf, the feel of the winds against your skin as you fell, the way Helios painted the sky as you kept falling. The feel of a hammer in your hand for the first time, juxtaposed to the throbbing pain in your crippled leg every time you so much as twitched.

The notice is across the room before you realize you've thrown it. You want to believe she isn't playing games; Hera has always been somewhat conniving, but your mother has never been outright cruel to you, not since the night you tried to save her from her husband, and she always had her reasons. You may not always agree with her reasons, but that didn't change the fact that she had them. Still, condemning an innocent person to a life here...condemning you to live your days with a constant reminder of your plainness, your deformity, wasn't something you expected from her. Zeus, yes, but not her.

You let yourself fall back onto the bed, only to adjust a few moments later when the pressure on your hip becomes too much. You're angled now, weight resting on your good side to alleviate even a bit of the pain from the other. It was the only way you could get a moment's peace since your fall, the only time the pain lessened.

You allow yourself five breaths. Five breaths to let the tear slip down your cheek, drawing its path through the soot and the smoke. Four to let your breath shake in your chest and shudder in the air. Three for the ache in your hip to disappear completely, so you are blessedly free from your pain for once. Two for the thorns to tighten impossibly around your heart and let it bleed for you. One for the hole in your chest, shaped like a loving father and a true family that doesn't constantly commission weapons from you to throw at each other.

Pain arcs through your leg once more and you wince. Your hand massages the muscles there absentmindedly; it provides no relief to anything but your mind. You stand and click your heels together once more, glad when the wheels are stable once more. In seconds, you're off, flying through hallways to get to your workshop.

You've got work to do.

It's nearly the entire week later when one of the workers knocks on the door of your workshop.

"Aphrodite has arrived, my lady." You wave at him and he disappears back into the mass of his brothers. It doesn't take you long to get to the entryway, rolling through the halls until you're just outside the large bronze doors. You retract your wheels and grasp your cane, reminding yourself that the more people thought Zeus had crippled you debilitatingly, the better. Your hip aches again and you tune it out in favor of tapping the end of your cane against a small hammer at the base of the doors. There's a quiet whir as they slide open, and you limp forward as best you can.

The foyer is packed with people, cyclopes everywhere with bags slung over their shoulder, forest nymphs tapping at their smoking roots, naiads hissing with steam. In the midst of everything stands two still figures, one infinitely more familiar than the other.

"I thought I told you that the next time you step foot in my forge, I'd stoke my fires with your bones." Your voice is loud as it reverberates across the walls. Both figures turn to look at you, but your glare doesn't falter.

"Aw, are you still mad about that?" His smile is deceptively innocent. "You never would've gotten her off that throne otherwise."

"It wasn't supposed to be her throne in the first place, was it?" You spit back as you make your way to him. It doesn't escape your notice that everyone but the cyclopes is staring at you, and you're glad the heat from the mountain keeps you flushed. You can't show weakness in front of this crowd, you can't let them know that you know they think you're below them.

You can't let them know that in your worst moments, you agree.

"Get the fuck out of my mountain, Dionysus, before I throw you out."

"Ooh, take after your old man a little too much there, don't you?" Jimin's smile never leaves his face and you resist the urge to smack it with your cane. Instead, you tighten your grip on it and take a breath.

"What are you doing here?" You eventually ask through gritted teeth.

"Just escorting a dear, dear friend." His grin has turned predatory as he rests a hand on his companion's shoulder. "My dear Hephaestus, I'd like to introduce you to Aphrodite." You glance over, looking the man up and down briefly.

He's taller than you - though, with your pained hunch, many are. His shoulders are almost as wide as his eyes as he looks around the room, taking in the granite walls and bronze moldings. His clothes aren't practical in the least; soft and sweet and flowing linens in a pale lilac that complements the purple of his hair. It's a stark contrast to the harsh reds and greys of your soot-stained leathers. When he finally looks at you, his eyes are the same color as the grease you use to oil your inventions and give you no clue to his thoughts.

He's fucking beautiful and it brings a sob to your throat.

"It's...a pleasure." He looks you up and down, not unlike you did him, but whatever conclusions he makes, he says nothing.

"Your quarters are on the fifth floor," You reply in lieu of an actual greeting. "Delius will show you the way. Be careful, or you're likely to lose your head. Keep a cyclops with you while you learn your way around, they can get anywhere." The god looks surprised, though you aren't sure why, and you turn. "They'll see to your meals and needs, as well, so if you find yourself wanting, just let one know. I'll have a key made soon, so you can come and go as you wish."

Aphrodite starts to say something as you walk away, leg dragging slightly behind you as you go. Jimin seems to cut him off, though, already asking for wine.

"And get that bastard out of my forge!" You yell over your shoulder. "If he's still here when I get to the lift, I'm throwing him to the pit."

There's scrambling behind you as the doors close. You feel a twinge of regret; the love god has done nothing to you, you could have given him even the slightest chance. The memory of his eyes as he looked at you flashes in front of you and you lean against the wall for support. No love god would want to associate with someone like you. He is beauty and elegance, a practiced dance in a moonlit gazebo, and you…

You are a mistake, cast from your home and crippled for all to see exactly what happens when you get in Zeus' way.

You take a breath and let the heat from the stone wall soothe the pain in your hip as much as it will before you set off for your workshop.

Seokjin isn't quite sure what to do with himself that night. His friends - suitors - have all gone, unable to bear the heat of the mountain for more than a brief goodbye, and Jimin was quick to go when the cyclopes started for him. What the story there is, he doesn't know. He doesn't know anything, as a matter of fact.

He doesn't know why Hera pushed so hard to have him wed to Hephaestus. He doesn't know why the girl was so cold at their first meeting. He doesn't know why she seemed so normal. Most people he met fell to their knees within moments, desperate to please him and showering him with vain compliments that used to sound like music in his ears. Most were insistent in their offers to him, throwing out their bodies and souls and anything else they thought he might want, just for a single glance from him. He used to laugh as he blew them kisses, delighted by their mindless adoration.

Used to.

He doesn't delight in such things anymore. Centuries have passed, and still, not a single one of the people and creatures that fought to stand in his presence cared about him. All of them saw Aphrodite, god of love and fertility, beauty and passion. They vied for just one night with him, fighting wars to win his hand, throwing whole festivals across Greece for his blessing. It was and would always be an honor. He is beautiful and is thankful for it, but…

Just once, he would like to be beautiful as Seokjin instead of Aphrodite. Would like the people attempting to woo him to hear the words he speaks instead of merely listening to the musicality of his voice. Would like to be believed, trusted, valued for something other than his face. Seokjin has a mind, a creative, capable mind that has - more than once - developed solutions to issues plaguing the mortals, only for him to be brushed to the side while the smart ones figured things out.

He hates it, just like he hates that Hera sprung this on him without so much as a warning. One day he'd been lounging in her garden, the one place he could find some reprieve from the hordes of suitors, and talking to Artemis about her life as a maiden, and the next, Zeus thrust a marriage certificate into his hands and told him to be packed by the end of the week.

And now his wife doesn't even care to look at him. You're not entranced like everyone else. The stories have grossly exaggerated your looks; he was prepared to look upon a monster, not a woman, pained and covered in soot with a limp. Still, there had been no emotion in your gaze, not even an ounce of the hatred or disgust he may have dreaded in his journey to this volcano.

Nor do you care to dine with him, clearly. He's been sat at a scorched rocky table longer than three of him, by himself, for nearly two hours. Olympus has spoiled him, clearly, or perhaps it's that your own manners are lacking. In the skies, everyone dines together, lounging on cushions and waiting until Zeus and Hera arrive before digging into the food presented to them. It's respectful, a way to honor the hosts of the home. Even there, however, he would not be kept waiting for more than ten minutes.

"You, there," He eventually calls to a cyclops in the corner, polishing goblets that likely haven't been touched in centuries. It turns to fix its eye on him, and Seokjin represses the instinctive shudder. "When does Hephaestus intend on dining tonight?"

"Apologies, my lord, but the lady has her dinner served in her workshop." Seokjin frowns at that and the cyclops continues. "She stays there most hours of the day, takes her meals there to ensure she makes the most of each day to create her inventions and improve upon her current ones."

Seokjin huffs and debates with himself for a moment. It would be rude to eat without his hostess present, but if you had your meals delivered elsewhere there was little chance you'd bother to come to the dining hall. He couldn't possibly go to your workshop to dine with you either; the cyclops could show him the way, yes, but he would no doubt be intruding on things he had no business being near, even as your husband.

He spews out a slew of curses that make the cyclops in the corner blush and digs into a roll. He would simply have to eat alone tonight, and perhaps if he catches you tomorrow, he can request your presence at meals.

You don't see Aphrodite again until the next evening.

You've almost forgotten anyone else lives in the mountain you call home, still used to being on your own besides the cyclopes. Roniah had informed you that morning that the god inquired as to your whereabouts the previous night during his supper, and the slightest bit of guilt shoots through you. You should have joined him if only for a moment to be polite, but you'd gotten entranced in your latest designs. Your own food had been taken away in the wee hours of the morning, stale and unwanted. It was commonplace, but you need to at least be polite to your husband.

You sink deeper into the steaming water around you, rubbing away the last bits of soot and grease as you ponder. The hot water is heaven on your aches, the warmth seeping through and relaxing them into painlessness. You don't allow yourself the luxury of bathing often, usually just wiping yourself clean every so often when the remnants of your work become too thick on your skin or the ache in your bones is too much to ignore. It's a nice reprieve, though, one you bask in each time. The water is close to boiling, comfortable and warm for a goddess such as yourself, and the steam makes it difficult to see much of anything.

You've long since come to terms with your life; you aren't beautiful, you won't ever walk without pain again, you won't be the daughter your parents wanted. But it's moments like these that you let yourself pretend, if only for a moment. Pretend you weren't thrown from your home. Pretend your leg isn't covered in scars from where the rocks of Olympus sliced it open. Pretend you're the same woman you were all those years ago, clutching at your mother's skirts as Zeus thundered towards her.

Your head starts to spin and you stand, clumsily making your way out of the pool and to the stone bench where your linen towel waits. You slip your robes over your shoulders and sigh at the softness of them. The black linen you keep here was woven by Ariadne herself, enchanted by Athena and dipped in the fires of your forge to withstand the heat. It allows for a slight breeze as you move into your bedroom, not bothering to tie the material closed completely so it hangs limp on your shoulders, torso exposed. Your skin is overheated from the water and you enjoy the way the air cools you just slightly as you sit on your bed.

You don't think anything of it until a throat clears behind you and you whip your head around to see Aphrodite standing just inside your door.

"Apologies, my lady. Horedon did not mention you were indisposed when I asked him to show me to your quarters." His voice is pleasant, soft and gentle. It matches his image and makes you acutely aware of how loud you always are, always must be in order to be heard over the forges.

"It's an honest mistake," You say eventually, tugging your robes tighter around you. "What do you need? As I said, the cyclopes are more than capable-"

"I wanted to extend my gratitude, actually." You can't even be mad he cut you off, too surprised by his words. "You and your workers have been very kind in the day that I've been here, and I appreciate that. I know that this isn't exactly something we had planned."

You nod in understanding. Pain flares in your leg once more and you massage the muscle out of habit. "Are your quarters to your liking? I did my best to position you high enough that the heat from the magma wouldn't be too overbearing, but not high enough that the forge smoke would choke you. Ah, and your bed also has a screen function built in to help to filter the air, so it may be more like what you're used to."

"Thank you, it's lovely. Delius showed me yesterday, it felt very much like Hera's garden." If he notices your flinch at the words, he doesn't say anything. "Listen, Hephaestus, I know neither of us may have wanted this, but I think we should make the most of this. We can at least be civil. If you would, your company at dinner would be most welcome." You stare at him, a laugh bubbling up in your throat that you can't stop. He looks baffled upon hearing it and it takes you a full minute to calm down enough to speak.

"Thank you for inviting me to dine at my own table, Aphrodite," you say with an amused smile. "I shall do my best to attend, should I find myself near the hall." His ears turn a lovely shade of pink as he inclines his head in a small bow and leaves. You laugh again once he's gone. The entire situation is too hysterical for you.

You, a plain and hobbled smith, are married to a love god who is beauty personified, who has already taken it upon himself to invite you to dine at your dinner table with him. You really should have expected him to pull something like this; already comfortable enough to show up unannounced in your private chambers and issue invitations and probably demands of your workers. You're not sure why Hera has banished him here; he's so much like her, he should be a favorite, and yet she must hate him if she's sentenced him to live here for the rest of existence.

With a sigh you settle back into your bed, pillows supporting the weight of your bad leg and sheets thrown haphazardly around you.

You don't expect to sleep, so when you wake, you're disoriented. You're not sure how long you were out, but it seems to have been a while based on the hunger that gnaws at your stomach. You click your heels and wheel your way to the kitchens, rubbing at your eyes to clear the sleep from them.

You're focused when you enter the kitchen and give a curt wave to the mass of cyclopes situated around the island. It isn't until you're done making your gyro that you turn, deliciousness only a bite away and lock eyes with Aphrodite.

He looks radiant, as always; the pale yellow cloth drapes along his form in a most appealing way, and there's an amused smirk playing over his lips. His hair is still that soft purple, but it's faded some.

"It's nice to see you again, wife," He says with an incline of his head. "It's been a while since anyone's seen you roaming through the halls." You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you lean back against the counter, wheels dig into the stone underneath your feet.

"Yes, well, I was resting. Nothing strange about that, is there?" His lips quirk in a knowing smile and he shares a glance with the cyclops to his right. You notice for the first time how soft his mouth looks, pillowy and full, and you absently wonder how many have felt those lips against their skin.

"Eat up, my lady," Aphrodite says eventually. "After a week-long nap, I expect you need it. Zeus dropped by a few days ago to deliver his wedding gift, it's waiting in your workshop. I've already commissioned a new necklace for Hera as thanks."

You frown, stuffing the gyro in your mouth. It was one thing to learn that you've been asleep for a week - not uncommon, for a god, but useful knowledge - but to know that Zeus stopped by without waking you, and that Aphrodite has been running things in your stead… You glance quickly around, noting the way each cyclops in the room is turned toward the love god as if they had all been deep in conversation before you arrived, and the sprawling mass of gems and stones atop the island in front of them.

"You're commissioning the cyclopes for jewelry now?" You eventually ask. He nods.

"They truly have an eye for detail," He says, a cheeky grin growing on his face. The cyclopes look amused, a couple even laughing outright, and you stifle a sigh at the terrible joke. "And I had no idea that these gems are so common here. The quality is astounding, honestly, I only ever see it in the gems on Olympus."

"That's because the stones on Olympus are from here," you tell him. Your eyes rake over him and he seems...happier than last you saw him. The soft light from the magma tunnels highlights his features beautifully, only enhancing the natural beauty, and there are gems decorating his hands and wound tight around his throat in a choker. More than that, though, he looks peaceful, relaxed. His muscles are relaxed as he sits among the one-eyed giants, a smile never far from his face, and they make conversation with him easily, despite their usual hesitance to be around any of the other gods. It warms you to see them so at ease around someone other than yourself.

"Well, if it's for Hera, it must be the best. Get me the designs, Aphrodite, and if there's anything else-"

"Seokjin."

"Hm?" You turn, already halfway to the door.

"Seokjin is my chosen name. Please, you don't need to keep using my title."

"Oh." Your eyes must be as wide as saucers as you stare at him, but the soft grin on his face doesn't falter in the least. "Alright then, Seokjin."

"We'll get you the designs when we're done, then, Hephaestus." You nod a little at his words and roll yourself away from the kitchens. It isn't until you get to your workshop that you realize you never gave him your own name.

Seokjin is...confused, to say the least.

The stories on Olympus about your mountain forge are varied and extravagant, but they all seem to agree on the basics. The mountain is a terrible place to live, always filled with soot and impossible to navigate and as hideous as its master. The cyclopes are unfriendly and outright rude to everyone, if not openly hostile, likely because they are forced into servitude. The forge goddess that rules over the volcano is as violent and temperamental as the mountain itself, liable to explode at any moment after being cast out of Olympus for her own hubris. You're said to be cold and unfeeling and cruel, whipping any cyclops that doesn't do what you say when you say and beating the others into submission as you forge more and more powerful weapons for Zeus, your punishment for daring to stand against him.

Seokjin was finding more and more that none of those things were true.

Yes, there is soot everywhere, but a simple wash and blessing upon his clothes keep them clean and beautiful. The mountain itself is a bit harsher than what he usually would consider beautiful, but the crystal mines glow with the magma behind them, lighting the walls with a myriad of colors, and the soft light in the palace does wonders for his looks, not to mention the way the ash and charcoal have helped his complexion. The halls are winding and strange, but following the system of bells and strings that he's seen messages shooting along means that even when lost, he can easily find a cyclops to help him to where he's going. Said cyclopes were unfriendly that first day, but now? They were nice beings, each one enthusiastic about the things they create and excited to be there, especially now that there's another person to talk to. They warmed to Seokjin fairly quickly after he asked what they were making; some kind of automaton, apparently, and when he asked what it was supposed to do, how it works, each eye lit up with glee as they began to explain it to him.

And you.

You are not violent at all. Every time you look at one of your workers, it is with friendship and happiness, and while you are easily distracted and yes, a bit temperamental, you are ultimately kind. He wants for nothing, everything he could ask for is given almost as soon as the words leave his mouth, he is free to come and go as he wishes, which is more than can be said for some of the other gods he's met. You have been unfailingly kind in the wake of your marriage to him. Everything he's witnessed, from the way you rushed to stamp out a flare at the bottom of his robes one day to the way you held a cyclops in your arms as he sobbed for a brother who had been lost to the sea, nothing has shown him that you are anything like what the Olympians say. You are frequently absent, locked away in your workshop for days at a time and leaving him to his own devices, but even that is a breath of fresh air. For so long, he's been surrounded by people - gods, nymphs, mortals, anyone and everyone all vying for his attention because he's beautiful and elegant, stealing precious moments of solitude where he can, and now he has as much as he desires. It makes him want to cry, he's so thankful for it.

He's only left a few times, determined to visit Hera and see the few friends he keeps - Dionysus is always glad to see him, odd enough, and loves to hear his tales of life under the mountain. Each time he leaves, however, he's swarmed. Not always immediately, but it's as if the world can sense his return, and they come in droves, all to catch a glimpse of his beauty. It's exhausting and overwhelming now that he's had so much time on his own, which is the exact reason he doesn't leave very often. The worst of them is an especially willful war god, who Seokjin swears has been camping outside the volcano to know the second he leaves to visit a friend because the man is on him in a heartbeat and refuses to leave him alone.

It's irritating and the way the man looks at him leaves him uncomfortable for days after he returns. He has half a mind to ask a cyclops to start accompanying him out, but even Seokjin knows better than to bring one of them to Olympus; Zeus would strike the gentle being down in a heartbeat just for daring to step where the gods live.

He ponders what else he can do as he wanders the halls of the mountain, a habit at this point. He's been here weeks, each day better than the last, and still hasn't explored the entire place. He's on the lowest level now, heat scorching the hair on his arms and sandals blackened with ash. There's been quite a clamor down here somewhere for the past few days, and he's curious to see what project is being hammered out.

He doesn't expect to turn a corner, walk past an open door, and see you, wheeling frantically around a large room, papers tucked in all sorts of pockets on your overalls, hair wild, face covered in soot. He watches, fascinated as you screech to a halt beside a large worktable, rifling through paper after paper before finally finding whatever it is you're looking for, only to push yourself to the other side of the room to pull a steaming piece of celestial bronze out of a pail. You look harried and distracted, not even having noticed him yet, and it…

It's honestly beautiful.

He's always loved seeing beauty like this; the sheer, unfiltered rawness of creativity and passion. The way you and others lost themselves in their work, blind to everything but the vision in their heads, forgoing sleep and food and everything else in favor of making something out of nothing. It's beauty in its most naked form; the naked truth of being real, in the fleeting moments of existence, and Seokjin lives for it. It's his personal favorite of all the beauty in the world, and you encapsulate it better than anyone he's ever met.

It's also beyond fascinating to watch you roll around on the wheels attached to your sandals. He can't help but wonder what it's like, to not have to take step after step and instead just roll through the slightly slanted halls of the mountain.

"Did you make those?" He regrets the words almost immediately, reaching in futility to catch you as you turn and trip over a pail set just too far in your path for you to dodge. "I'm so sorry, I should have announced myself. I don't mean to keep startling you."

"It's fine," you groan, though the hand on your hip is white-knuckled and your teeth are gritted. "I should have been paying more attention." He strides over and helps you to your feet, not missing the way you lean on him for support until you can sit on the now-overturned pail. "What did you need?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just exploring. Those, on your feet, though. You made them?" He smiles at your nod, however hesitant it is, and settles on the ground beside you to get a better look. "They're amazing. This compartment here, are they retractable?" You click your heels together in response, and Seokjin watches with wide eyes as the discs fold themselves up and slide into the soles of your sandals. "Amazing. Can you make me a pair?"

"You...you aren't going to tell Zeus, are you?" Your voice is the most unsure he's heard it, and he frowns.

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, I just...he wouldn't really be happy if he knew I made these. Since I'm supposed to be suffering and everything, and they make it...not as terrible."

Seokjin scoffs. "No, I won't tell Zeus. You really do have to make me a pair, though, these are amazing. What else have you made?" Your eyes are wide when he looks back up at you, but you quickly pull papers out of your pockets to hand them over.

"Well, this is my current schematic. I've just got to figure out how to get it to work."

"Is this...is this a person?"

"Kind of. The muses asked for some kind of...enhancement that would let them be heard in more places at once. So I've created this," You point to the left-most figure, which could only be Calliope. "Which is going to essentially absorb whatever the muse is doing, and then these," You run your finger along the other eight figures, each distinct but still matching overall, "Will distribute that to wherever they are. I've got a good basis for the visual representation, I think, and the audio system should be fine, but the issue I've been having is that I can't seem to get it to all...click."

"So you've got the transmitting figured out?"

"Yeah, that part was easy. And I built the miniatures, and they've been working fine, but I can't get the full sized ones to work correctly. I've smelted them down at least five times just to rebuild them." Seokjin stares at the papers in his hands, trying to make sense of the little scratches of handwriting that dart on and off the papers. He shakes his head, and pulls back, squinting.

"This may be a stupid question," He starts, looking at the front and side views you've drawn out, "But did you account for the weight?" You're silent for a long while, and when he looks up, you're gaping at him. "Sorry, of course you did, that was dumb."

"The fucking weight," You mutter. You're off in a flash, pulling the papers out of his hands to throw them down on a workbench and start scrawling again. "Because it wouldn't affect the smaller models since they use less material, but the full-size automatons would have the pressure which would affect the-" You start whispering to yourself, too rushed and quiet for him to make sense of, but he softens as he watches you go. He pulls the pail out of the way and sets it back against the wall before settling in on top of it.

He stays there for what feels like hours, watching as you pour adamantine into the molds and weld parts together and breathe that spark of life into the core of Calliope's automaton counterpart. He doesn't dare to breathe as you watch, hope clear in your eyes. Then the whirring starts and the automaton assumes a very Calliope-like pose, and you actually start to laugh and jump up and down. He can't keep the smile from his face, but he's satisfied now that he knows you're happy, so he moves to leave.

He's stopped by your voice, softer than he expected it over the hissing of the dying forge. He turns and you repeat your name. It sounds awkward on your lips, like you haven't said it in so long that your voice has forgotten what it sounds like, but you're smiling at him and you have soot on your face and he has to resist the urge to wipe it off. He echoes you quietly, and he thinks he's never heard a name more beautiful and fitting for someone like you.

Later, as he sinks into the steaming water of his rooms to wash the soot from his skin, he surprises himself. For the first time in his life, he wishes he wasn't a love god not for the unwanted attention, but because now he knows. He knows this feeling blossoming in his chest, and he knows how it mirrors that spark in your own heart. He can sense it, can feel it in the air as if it had actual weight to it, and he just...knows. He knows that you don't know what this is, that you probably will never realize what he feels, that you'll brush off your own feelings as some reluctant fondness while he can feel every step you take further into the magic of love.

And he won't be able to do anything to keep himself from falling in love with you and you won't ever be able to see that.

You've been locked in your workshop for days, putting the finishing touches on the Muses' automatons and adding the decorative bits you know they'll love. You haven't slept in twice as long, food even further from your mind, as it usually is when you get into one of your projects. It's a shock when Seokjin returns to your workshop balancing several trays of food and drink. You hold a strange fondness for him, unable to resist after he'd pointed out something so obvious in your designs. Anyone that could help you with your designs was worth at least knowing a little, you figure, but you never expected him to keep coming back.

And yet here is, directing three cyclopes to set cushions and blankets and all manner of soft, plush bedding on the ground just inside the door of your workshop. You gawk, wondering just how much nerve he has to be doing this and also what possible reason he thinks is good enough to disrupt you.

"You need to eat," He says when he notices you staring at him. "Besides, you're basically finished with them, and you need sustenance and rest if I'm going to get my awesome wheel shoes." You refrain from mentioning that you've already got them made; you don't want to encourage him too much. Pelion gives you a look as he exits the room and you huff. Just because they spend centuries here, they think they can tell you when to take breaks and eat. Typical cyclops.

You grumble as you wheel yourself to the mass of cushions Seokjin has created, but you quiet at the way it does ease the soreness in your leg. As good as you've become at drowning out the pain, the steady onslaught to your nerves has been fraying your attention more than you'll admit.

Seokjin sits after you have and presents the food with a flourish. It all looks delicious, much better than the hasty gyros and wraps you put together, and your mouth waters. He very kindly does not mention how disgusting you must look as you begin to dig in, instead talking about a recent trip he'd taken to see Dionysus.

His tone eventually catches your attention more than his words. "Wait," You stop him, slurping down some ambrosia. "Back up. Someone's stalking you?"

"I...don't think I'd call it stalking, exactly. I don't think he's going to do anything, either, it's all just talk, but...well. It's still frustrating when I'm just trying to visit friends."

"No, if it's bothering you, then it's an issue, then it needs to end. Tell me everything." And Seokjin does. From how the war god waits for him, either outside the mountain or outside Olympus, spends every moment Seokjin is gone following him around and saying some truly crude things. All of it makes your blood boil - Seokjin is kind, to the point that even the cyclopes love him, which is rare, and he gets harassed enough apparently without some god running around hitting on him constantly.

The rumors, though. The rumors are what get you seeing red. It's no secret on Olympus that this was an arranged marriage; they aren't uncommon among gods, and they aren't usually a scandal, but yours apparently is. Seokjin hesitates when he tells you about them, and you nearly break your fork in your effort to keep your rage from him. All sorts of stories, from you abusing him, forcing things he isn't comfortable with, keeping him chained up, feeding him pieces of your cyclopes, that you had bought him from Zeus with promises of gifts from the forge. Each is as terrible as the last, and all of them have your stomach rolling, and Seokjin reluctantly explains that he believes the war god to be the source of most of them.

"Well," You say, violently spearing a grape. "That must be stopped, immediately. I refuse to allow people to think of you like that, it's utterly disrespectful." You wobble to your feet and roll over to the wall of ideas you hadn't managed to get around to yet. "What do you think? Maiming? Or is that too quick? I've got a truly brilliant idea for a bull, it could eat him if I use the right materials. It'd take at least a hundred years for him to get out of that."

"Well," Seokjin eventually says. You turn to look at him, excitement bright in your eyes. The wheels in his brain are turning and he's got a fondness on his face as he lounges on pillows and cushions; it melts your heart. He looks every bit the love god he is, and something in you wants to sob at the thought. "I would say, personally, if he's going to embarrass us in such a public way, then it should only really be fair to embarrass him in such a way." He tosses the knife in his hand and it embeds itself in one of the papers on your wall. You ignore the throb of arousal that runs through you, looking instead at the design he's chosen.

"Oh," You whisper. Ideas are already running rampant in your mind. "Yes, I think this could be a very good plan."

Seokjin is in stitches when he next sees you, clutching at his sides as his laughter echoes through your workshop. The sight of his harasser in your net as he spouted off a variety of kinks that made even Zeus blush, in the middle of the golden city with all of the gods around him isn't one Seokjin is likely to forget.

"I still don't understand how you did it," He says, calming slightly as he wipes tears from his eyes. "How did you weave such a net, and how did you enchant it to make him say such things?"

"It wasn't much," You say. Your smile is beautiful, a treasure rarer than all the gems that he wears and more valuable than anything he's come across. He wants to wear it, wants you to keep smiling like that, with such pride in your work and happiness radiating from you. "...and then Arachne wove it all together." He nods as if he'd heard the rest of what you said. Part of him feels guilty for not listening; it really is fascinating, how you craft such wonderful things out of such pedestrian supplies.

"You're amazing," He says. He doesn't mean to, but it's true. Even now, as you lean against your workbench, fingers digging into the skin of your hip without even realizing you're doing it, smile slowly fading into something else - something more - you are radiant. Soot across your face and wheels on your shoes and the kindest heart he's ever seen in a goddess, and he wants you like no one else. There has always been beauty in creation, always been love in inspiration, and you are the ultimate mix of the two, painted over with enough cunning and determination to keep at your work no matter what.

He steps closer to you, slowly, and brings a hand up to wipe at the soot on your cheek. It smears under his thumb and your breath hitches in the most attractive way.

It's unbearably attractive, honestly, and it makes an ache swell within him that goes deeper than the physical. He wants to keep you smiling like that, wants to watch you work and bring you gyros and cart you to a hot bath on a bad day. He can see it, all of it, splayed in front of him as clear as if he were an Oracle. He'd waltz into your workshop and pepper you with kisses before pulling you out after him. Your wheels would squeak along the stone floor but you wouldn't complain even as he settles you in hot water and makes you forget your pain as he asks about your newest designs and creations. He can see it, and it's beautiful, and he wants it so bad that it hurts.

Almost as much as it hurts when your face falls, expression closing off into the same passive coolness that greeted him when he first arrived. You slide your way around him and turn to face another worktable. It hurts, the way you won't look at him, and moves something deep and primal inside him. It urges him to go on, to trap you against that table and make you open up to him, make sure you know that you can trust him to satisfy you.

He stamps it down with a long breath.

"Well," He says, pointedly ignoring your shaky breathing. "Thank you, again, for helping me. I suppose I'll see you around."

"You don't need to thank me, Seokjin," You say. Your voice is tight and your hands twitch and he wants to kiss you until the pain is gone forever. He doesn't. "You're my husband, I was only doing what was right."

"Still," He says, "It means more to me than you know."

You don't respond, and he leaves before you can. He doesn't want you to, doesn't want to hear the reluctant rejection spill from your lips when he knows. He's a love god, he knows when someone is in love, can feel in the air and taste it on his tongue. He knows that scent better than his own face and your workroom was suffocating with it.

He has no doubt that some was his own; he knows this fluttering in his chest, the rolling of his stomach, the spark of lightning dancing along his skin. He knows.

But he can smell the hesitation, too. Can see the way you fight the feeling, in every aborted reach for his hand and each averted gaze when he looks at you. You love him, he's so sure of it, but you don't want to be.

And he cannot force you to change your mind about that. He won't. He just isn't sure how long he can last without telling you that he loves you, too.

Curses spill from your lips as you glide cautiously through the hallways. You've grown too complacent, comfortable around your husband. You very nearly slipped the other day, were a hair's breadth from throwing caution to the wind and kissing him; it was a miracle you caught yourself. He'd just looked so happy. The smile, that laugh, everything about him was just glowing in the light of your workshop, and then he'd complimented you.

It's been decades since someone complimented your work like that, and none of them had done so with that look in their eyes. The gentle warmth, the fondness, the glow.

The love.

That was what startled you out of your thoughts, the sheer love that radiated from him. That was what made you push him away. It's what has kept you from seeing him for nearly a week, turning on your heel and going the other direction when you spot him. You can't handle love.

Not just because you've never known such an emotion, not just because you've never had anyone look at you that way, but because...he's a love god. A man like Seokjin surely falls in love every day with each passing stranger that catches his eye, and you...don't. You've never felt this before, you've never had someone love you, you don't know how it works, and worse, you can't figure it out.

You can't take love apart and look at each gear and cog and spring until you can piece it back together into a whole again. You can't observe and tinker and improve on something like love. Clouds and lightning? Simple mediums. Celestial bronze? Malleable as clay under your hands. But love? No, that was something utterly foreign to you.

You drop to your bed and pull your leg up beside you to inspect the wheel. It's cracked, badly, and it's a shock that it survived long enough to get you to your room. You lean closer and flinch at the stabbing pain that rolls through you. It's a stark reminder of yet another reason you don't belong with Seokjin. A god like him has almost definitely lain with the most beautiful in all creation; he surrounds himself with only the finest gems, the softest cloth, the richest wine. He only accepts the best.

You are far from being the best. Mutilated and scarred, left to limp around your mountain in solitude. You're past acceptance of your pain and the scars that mark your skin, you don't really care much that they exist anymore most days. Life could be easier without them, but would you have become the person you are today without them? You wouldn't have been so determined to find an easier way around, you wouldn't have worked for days on the wheeled sandals, you wouldn't have discovered your passion for creating.

You wouldn't be in pain, though. And maybe, just...maybe, Seokjin would find you beautiful. As beautiful as the twinkling stones around his throat and the flowing silks across his chest. Beautiful enough to stay beneath this mountain in the smoke and heat, to press his pillow-soft lips against yours, to love without abandon. Now, though, with your scars and pain and awkward gait, you find yourself doubting what you saw. It could have been love, yes, but how likely is that? A love god forced to live in a suffocating cave, wed to the laughingstock of the pantheon. It's more likely that he's attached himself to the nearest person that shows him any affection, despite how desperately you want him to really feel something for you.

Three succinct knocks on the door of your room jar you away from the thought.

"Come in," You call. You wish you were more surprised to see Seokjin, purple hair prettily faded and matching the soft lavender cloth that drapes from his shoulders.

"Can I have a few minutes of your time, Hephaestus?" He hasn't used your title since you told him your name, and it hurts to hear it now. Cements the fact that you are too different.

You nod, and the pain in your hip keeps you from moving away when he comes to kneel before you.

"I love you," He says matter-of-factly. "I've let you avoid me this past week because it's not my place to force these feelings on you, but the stench of heartbreak is too much now. It just lingers in the halls and it's starting to seep into my clothes and if it keeps up, I might have to double my skincare routine because it soaks into my pores. So I love you. A lot more than I ever expected to, and probably more than I've ever loved anything in my life."

You gape at him. "What...why…what?"

"You are creative and cunning and petty and inventive and intelligent and determined and it's so beautiful," He says. There's not an ounce of hesitation in his face, and it steals the words from your throat. "I love you, and I need you to know that so you stop stinking up the forge with your angst and heartbreak. I understand if you don't want to be with me-"

"What heartbreak, what-"

"Well, I don't actually," Jin continues, ignoring your protests. "I'm really quite the catch and to deny yourself of me when you love me this much would be an entirely new and advanced form of masochism, but nevertheless, I will accept your rejection, however inane and ill-advised it may be, because it is, ultimately, your choice. You can tell me to go, and I will, and you won't ever know I'm here again. But, if you accept this, then…"

He trails off and his eyes soften impossibly as he wraps his hands around yours. You've never believed people could communicate so much with just a single look, but you're proven wrong by the sheer emotion in his gaze. Your name falls from his lips, and it's never sounded so nice to your ears.

"If you accept, then I swear to you, I will spend every hour of every day ensuring you feel loved. I will bring you food when you forget to eat, I will tidy your workshop when you can't find anything, I will carry you wherever you need to go when the pain is too much to bear." One hand moves to rest along your hip, warmth distracting you from the stab of pain that ghosts through it. "I will be everything and anything that you need, always and forever, and I won't let another moment pass with you thinking otherwise."

He looks at you with expectation in his eyes, and you...can't speak. There are no words for what you're feeling; the sureness of his love warring with the anxiety of not being worth it. You open your mouth several times to respond and find that you can't; of all the words flying around in your mind, none of them make it out. He waits, for longer than you would have, before he sighs and nods.

"That's fine. Love is complicated even at the best of times." He stands, and the loss of his hands on you feels like part of you is being ripped away. "If you ever change your mind, let me know."

His smile is sad as he leaves, and the clink of the door behind him is the last nail in the coffin. Something wet and warm hits your hand, and you realize you're crying. When did you start crying? You struggle to your feet, rolling wildly across the room before you gain your balance.

The door swings open as you shove past it, the last bit of his purple robes turning the corner, and you shove off the wall to gain speed. You can't let him go. The knowledge surges through you with surety you've never felt, and it feels like there's a timer above your head, counting down to the moment you lose him forever. His name echoes through the halls, even though you don't remember calling it, and you speed around a corner to him.

He's half turned to face you already, about to head down another hall since this one dead ends, and it's as you go to brake that you remember the cracked wheel. There is no braking, you're lucky you've made it so far, but you're at top speed right now and there's no time.

"Don't-" is all you can get out before you're crashing into him, wincing as he falls down to the hard ground and the wheel splits in half beneath you. The pain comes an instant later, too much weight too suddenly, and it would bring tears to your eyes if you didn't fight them down.

"Wow," Jin says after a second. "You really did fall for me, didn't you?" His laughter drowns out your groan, but it's worth it for the way he's smiling at you.

"I…" You hesitate, unsure of the words. He waits, patient and relaxed even as he adjusts you to sit on his lap instead of the rock. "I do. I want this."

"I know," He says with a grin. "It's nice to hear you say it, though." He doesn't flinch at the smack you give his shoulder, just presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"I swear to all the gods, Seokjin, if you don't stop, I'm going to put this discus through your skull."

"Ooh, please do. I hear that's how Athena was born."

"Seriously?"

"You're right, we don't need anyone else like that running around."

You let your tools fall to the table in front of you and spin around to face your husband. He's exactly where he has been for hours, lounging among pillows and silks on the bed he's had installed in your workshop. A bowl of grapes sits nearby and he's been working his way through them for what feels like forever. If you weren't so irritated, you'd be struck dumb by the image he paints, half-naked and glowing as he pops a fruit between his lips.

As it stands, you're just frustrated and horny now, which is never really a good thing, but especially not on bad days. The ache has made it hard to think, and you've been shuffling around all day trying to find a position that made it hurt just a little less but had no such luck. You've made no progress on the designs in front of you, either; between Seokjin's commentary and the fog of pain in your mind, you had no concentration.

"I'm trying to work, Seokjin. We had an agreement, remember? You could have the bed installed, you can hang out here, I don't mind, but you have to let me work."

"You've been trying for hours," Seokjin whines. "Take a break with me, please? You need to rest your hip anyway, or you won't be able to focus." You hate that he's right, and you hate that he knows he's right, and you really hate that he knows you know he's right. You grumble as you wheel over to him and as you slide your shoes off. It's his one rule about the bed, no shoes, and while you can't blame him since they were covered in ash and soot and rock, you still like to complain about it.

His hands are on you in an instant, gliding under your shirt and massaging your hip. You sink into the touch, sighing as the pain lessens slightly.

"Let me help? We've still got some of the lotion that Apollo sent as a wedding favor. I brought it down, just in case." Lips press soft kisses to your shoulder, and you know it's only a matter of time before you give in. You should probably be a little ashamed of how little it takes for your husband to distract you, but you can't bother to care now.

You nod, and you feel him smile against your skin. He's gone and back in a heartbeat and he lays you back against the pillows carefully. You wince when your hip rests flat, instantly adjusting to bear your weight elsewhere.

"Is it bad today?" He mutters as he slides your usual leathers off. Any shyness and embarrassment you once had are long gone, softened by the passage of time and the sheer amount of times he's seen you naked.

"No," You respond quietly. He shoots you a disbelieving look. "It's more annoying than usual, I suppose, but it's not any worse than usual."

"You shouldn't have irritated it by working," Seokjin says as he runs some of Apollo's lotion between his hands to warm it. "You could have stayed right here and gotten more done."

"I can't forge a throne from the bed, Seokjin."

"No, but you can draw designs for it. And for the jewelry I promised Dionysus."

"I still don't know how you talked me into making something for him that isn't a chastity belt or a guillotine." The heat in your words is dulled with every slide of your husband's hands over your hip. The lotion starts working almost immediately, sinking into your skin and dissipating any discomfort it reaches. Seokjin is smiling as he works and pats your thigh lightly. You twist more, laying on your side so he can reach the back of your thigh.

"You can't be mad at him forever, can you?" He asks. You open your mouth to disagree - as a goddess, you quite literally can - but only a squawk comes out when he slaps your ass and watches it jiggle. He laughs as you slap at his shoulder, no real strength behind it.

"That's it, give me my clothes, I have work to do."

"Mm, I don't think so. Apollo said you have to rest for a while after applying, remember?" He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.

"What do you expect me to do, just lay here and do nothing? I can't turn my brain off, Seokjin, I'll go mad if I have to lay here without being able to work."

"I actually had other ideas." The smile never leaves his face, and as he leans over you, you can feel the length of him pressing into your thigh. "Still just laying there, but much more enjoyable."

"Scandalous," You whisper, fighting a smile. "What would my husband think?"

"That you look sexier than anything he's ever seen like this and that he wants nothing more than to make you forget about anything but him."

“That doesn’t sound very restful,” You tease as he kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel his familiar smile against your skin; he always does love it when you get flustered. “I’m pretty sure Apollo specified ‘no sex’ in his definition of resting. He was pretty clear about it, actually, which makes me wonder what you’ve told him.”

Seokjin nips at your collarbone lightly. “Didn’t I say I want you to forget about anything but me?”

“Didn’t you say you were going to make me?” You retort. It’s a familiar argument, as comfortable and warm as Seokjin’s hands massaging your hip and thigh. His silk-soft hands dip downwards even as he rises, lifting your leg up and hooking your ankle around his neck. The discomfort that hits is overshadowed by the relieving stretch, and heat pools in your belly when you feel his length press against you once more, significantly closer to where you’d like it. He straddles your free leg, pressing against your naked core.

“Seokjin, please,” You mutter. His touch is feather-light now, fingertips ghosting over your skin and marveling at the goosebumps they raise. You wiggle underneath him as he begins to trace your scars. The first time you’d done this, you didn’t let him linger; you were too embarrassed, too ashamed, too aware of the marks that start just above your hip and travel nearly to your knee. He’d insisted on it the next time, but you’d kept the room dark so you wouldn’t have to see his face. Months had passed before you could bear to watch him look at you, and when you did, it shocked you. It still does. It never seems to matter how many times he sees you like this, bare and vulnerable, scars on full display underneath his large hands. He always wears the same expression, the same awe reflecting in his eyes each time, his touch always gentle and careful, like he doesn’t want to make it worse than it already is. There’s no disgust, there’s no carefully crafted neutrality, nothing that you convinced yourself to expect. Just pure, unfiltered love.

It’s there still, radiant as he slides his hands along your skin. The sensation is dulled along the scar tissue, and yet you feel it in your very core. Wetness seeps into the fabric Seokjin is still wearing, and you whimper a little. He shushes you softly, grinding lightly to give you just a taste of the friction you so desire.

“Oh, my beautiful little blacksmith,” He coos. “You are absolutely soaked, did you know that? I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already so ready for me.” You whine as he slides a finger along your folds. You try to buck into his touch, but his other hand holds your hips firmly in place, though he never stops his massage. “Ah-ah, none of that. You’ll make the pain worse.”

You huff slightly under your breath, but you know he’s right. It’s a lesson you’ve learned several times over.

“Seokjin, don’t tease,” You plead. You let your lip pout, knowing he can’t resist the very rare sight. “You said you would distract me. Or should I go back to my designs?”

“If you think you can,” He responds amicably. You turn slightly, your back resting flush against the bed while he moves your leg to wrap around his waist. It’s still twisted to the side, but the position helps with the pain leftover from the ointment. You open your mouth to snark at your husband, but all that comes out is a loud moan as he sinks two fingers deep inside you. His length, pressed into the meat of your ass, twitches at the sound.

“Fuck, Seokjin,” You breathe. The way his fingers fit inside you is like no other feeling, and you could spend centuries trying to recreate it with no luck.

"That's it, love," Seokjin purrs. His eyes are blown wide with desire and focused entirely on where his fingers disappear into you. "You take my fingers so good, sweetheart, like you were made just for me." A whimper escapes and you roll your hips slightly so he hits deeper inside. He grins and quickens his pace, knowing all too well what your body wants at this point. His thumb comes up to rub circles into your clit, gentle but firm; your back arches and your vision goes white with the force of the orgasm that's torn from you, and when you open your eyes, Seokjin is glowing. Literally, because you found out after the first time he made you come that that's a thing that happens to him.

"Please, love. I want you inside." Seokjin chuckles a little at your words, and if you had the energy, you'd kick him, but your legs don't work very well on a good day, so it's unlikely.

"Always so impatient," He tuts, though he does slide his fingers out of you and into his mouth. He moans at the taste of you, and your pussy clenches around nothing, because it's absolute sin to hear, and you wonder idly if maybe those Christians were on to something when they started talking about things being so good it's unholy.

Seokjin grabs your attention with a soft nip to your calf, accustomed to the way your mind wanders. He smiles at you, soft and private and beautiful, and lifts your hips with one hand. He slides a pillow underneath you and stifles a laugh at the way you wiggle into comfort as he settles your legs on either side of his hips.

“Don’t laugh at me,” You huff. Seokjin doesn't respond, but you can see him trying not to smile as he pumps his cock lazily with one hand. "It's not very polite to laugh at your wife. In fact, it's considered fairly rude."

"Oh, is it?" He teases as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. The contact is brief but has your heart jumping in your throat nevertheless.

"Yes," You reply, "It is. You should be nicer to m- fuck, Seokjin." He grins against your lips at your reaction, stilling as he bottoms out inside you. The stretch is perfect, would hurt if it didn't feel so good, and he knows it.

"What was that?" He asks. He nips at your lips when you whine. He drags his cock out, slow and delicious as you tighten around him, before sliding himself just as slowly back in. You'd be embarrassed about the moan that escapes you if you could focus on anything that isn't the way he feels inside you.

From the first time he slid inside, there's always been something so right about the feeling. He fills every part of you, thick and long and harder than the bronze you work with every day. You've never been to the underworld, but you imagine this is what the Isles of the Blessed are like for the mortals, because it's rapturous.

He thrusts gently in the beginning, always, careful to be sure he isn't too rough with your hip. He doesn't stop kissing you, plump lips moving sinuously against your own and breathing in every little moan and whine you make as he moves. He's so slow, so considerate, lets you set the pace each time, and right now? Right now, this is good. The slow, sensual strokes that you can feel against your walls, the steady press of him against your g-spot with every thrust, the warmth of his hand traveling from your thigh up your torso to tweak your nipple as he moves to glide a thumb over your jaw and then retrace his path back down. This is exactly what you want: the two of you moving together, slow and soft and perfect.

You have plenty of time to try some wild new position later, after all.

Your stomach lurches at the thought, heat pooling between your thighs as the band in your tummy steadily stretches. He doesn't change his pace at all, just adds a bit more force as he thrusts inside, and the added force against that spot inside has you seeing stars. Your moans are echoing and loud and with each one, Seokjin's glow just gets brighter and brighter. His hand wanders between your legs, rubbing small circles into your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Show me, love," He mutters in your ear. "Love you so much, show me how it makes you feel. Let go for me." You whimper, blunt nails digging into the skin of his back. He doesn't stop, whispers exactly what he wants to see you do, but it's the way he says your name - quiet and reverent, like you may disappear if he's too loud - that finally has the cord snapping.

It must be too much, because you come to after a few minutes - maybe, time is so strange as a goddess - to find Seokjin rubbing soothing circles into your hips and pressing gentle kisses along the column of your throat. Your pussy contracts around him, and you whimper when you realize he's still hard inside you.

"You didn't…?" You mutter, finding more words are too much work right now.

"No, I don't need to," He assures you. He starts to pull out, but you manage to get a hand on his shoulder.

"Want to," You mumble. Talking is hard, but you manage. "Want to feel you. Inside. Fuck. Please." He asks you if you're sure and you nod, and that's when he kisses you, soft and sweet and completely at odds with his next words.

"Gonna fuck you so good, my little blacksmith," He groans as he begins thrusting once more. He's faster now, hips snapping roughly against yours as he chases his high. "Can't wait to fill you up, wanna see you so full of my cum, want you to swell with it." He grins as you moan, tightening around him as another orgasm approaches. "You like that, love? You want me to fuck you full of my cum? Fill you up so good that it spills out of you for days?" He hisses a curse under his breath as you buck. Your free hand moves downward, rubbing at your clit gently. It's just the right edge of overstimulation, and it sends you off the edge once more, clenching around him. His hips stutter, and the feeling of you milking his cock sends him past the brink as well, and then he's painting your walls with cum.

Later, after he's fucked his cum into you three more times and then eaten it out, he watches you draw a lazy sketch on the little bit of paper that you can reach.

"It looks good," He says softly. You hum, wrinkling your nose.

"I'm worried it's too...understated, I guess."

"No, I think it's perfect for her," Seokjin assures you. "Very Hera. Though, you should put in a secret compartment here, so she can stash her sex toys somewhere he won't look."

"What? No! I'm not building a secret sex toy stash in my mother's throne!"

"Fine." He's quiet for a few more minutes as you sketch. "I'll just get the cyclopes to do it."

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queen-of-my-goofball-army · 4 years

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Hazbin Hotel OC

Hey guys!! I’m back and fully recovered for the most part but I made some new friends so I wanted to talk about my new character that I made. I love this show probably way more than I should and since Addict came out yesterday I decided to redesign my OC.

Appearance: Estelle is a white fox demon, she has bright blue eyes like she had in life. In life she was petite and usually had to stand on a ladder in order to get something from the top shelf. It was either that or Angel had to be the one that helped her get it down for her. He was a regular in her shop since they grew up together when he accidentally hit her upside the head with a soda can after she had been thrown into the trash. She has marks on her throat from when she was gripped there harshly by her deceased mafia husband. She wears a chefs hat over her ears and is usually found working hard in the kitchen if she’s not playing cards or comforting Angel.

Death Backstory: After Angel Dust overdosed and left her behind she quickly found herself slowly sinking. Her bakery was losing clientele because her sweets had gone downhill after a rival shop opened across the road. She had lost her purpose in life. Maybe that’s why she had agreed to marry the local mafia boss in Little Italy. She had agreed to the proposal to save her shop. Even though it was the 20’s she had always been as Angel had lovingly called her “different” she didn’t get engaged by the normal sexual things. In fact, she was openly repulsed by them. Every time Angel did a sex lecture she would only listen to him partially. At first, she thought that the marriage would be fine since he still had his mistresses and she didn’t think that he would ever want sex from her. She was naive and of course he eventually got interested in it with her. She remembered a lecture that Angel had given her about consent if she had ever been forced into sex. She grabbed the closest thing that she could to his head, a lamp and just went crazy on him. Accidentally, he was murdered by her and since it was the 20’s nobody believed her when she had said the truth that he would’ve raped her if she hadn’t done anything. She was hung and sent to hell for her crimes against humanity.

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school? Her best subjects were math, astronomy and home economics. She was always a master at figuring out puzzles so math came more easily to her than it did to most of her classmates. The stars had always fascinated her and Angel would take her to the tops of the rooftops of New York where you could see the stars for miles around. Home economics was her favorite because she could bake for a class. She had always been a lover of baking and even though not everything turned out perfectly she still found a lot of success with the artform.

B: Do they have any allergies? She isn’t allergic to anything that she knows of. She did make a lot of sweets that were allergy friendly was one of the first to be able to do so.

C: Can they swim well? She is an incredible swimmer; it used to be one of her favorite things when her and Angel were kids. (Of course he was a piece of shit whenever she was nervous and would give her a push forward that was his job).

D: How do they react to being flirted with? She’s actually used to it since Angel has been jokingly flirting with her despite women not being his cup of alcohol.

E: How are they with children? In life, Estelle had a lot of siblings she was the go to babysitter when Angel didn’t need her for anything which was rare. She loved her family even if often she wasn’t understood by them. It was a little bit trickery for a lot of people that weren’t her best friend to understand her.

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at? If I were to label one thing that she’s really bad at it’s probably going to be directions. She gets lost really easily if she doesn’t have somebody walking around with her. Angel always had to be the more alert one of the two of them especially if it was late at night. He wouldn’t let anybody hurt his best girl not while he was around.

G: How do they flirt? If she were to flirt it would probably be very sheepish compliments. The only person that she could ever flirt genuinely with was Angel though that might be all the couple pet names talking.

H: What is their deadly sin? Her deadly sin would be gluttony. She has always had a really slim figure, something that her best friend has always been jealous of since her diet has a lot of sugary stuff involved.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves? On a scale of one to ten Estelle probably loves herself at a three. She has a lot of self doubt that manifested itself into her being a shell of who she used to be. Being forced to have sex wasn’t something that she had ever been planning to do. It wasn’t until she saw Angel again and learned that he had to go through the same thing that it suddenly dawned on her. She’s not alone, she never really has been. She’s been immensely blessed to have the most amazing best friend in the entire world. He helps get her back on her feet and gain that confidence that he’s always seen in her.

J: What’s their sense of humour like? Her sense of humor is rather wordy. She loves puns and making jokes about the wacky antics around her. She is also super sarcastic which is a side of her that really only Angel knows well.

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them? She shuts down, it’s hard to get a reaction of anything out of her. She’s broken up inside about a lot of things that have happened to her in her life that once Angel hugs her tightly to him and tells her that everything will be okay she believes him. He’ll always have her back. It's something that she has grown to love him like a brother for.

L: What is their favourite board game? Her favorite board game is actually anything that she can play with cards. As kids one of the first things that her and Angel started to really get into was war and the stakes were salt water taffies in their favorite flavors (He would almost always win and split them with her anyways giving her tips on how to do better next time).

M: What is their favourite dessert? This is the hardest question in the world but if she were to have a desert island dessert it would probably be struffoli. It’s donut holes dunked in honey and powdered sugar. Her family growing up was of Italian descent and when she met Angel she fully accepted that part of her life.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast? Usually it’s a freshly made something that she made that morning whether it be a bagel or a croissant and a cup of hot chocolate.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out? For Angel to fully abandon her for the sake of Cherri. She has gotten used to having her around, in fact they are so different from each other that they are surprisingly close.

P: How do they handle money? She handles money extremely well because she had to kickstart her own business because her parents wouldn’t help her out.

Q: Are they patient? She has had to be the patient one between her and Angel for the entirety of their friendship. He is always the first to get irritated by what’s going on around him and she’s always had to be the one that pulled him back from doing something stupid. The one time she wasn’t there he overdosed and she hadn’t been able to see him in the hospital.

R: What are their hands like? Her hands are small and usually covered with flour because it’s really hard to get her to take a break.

S: How stealthy are they? She is not stealthy at all mostly because she’s almost always humming something under her breath. Cherri got her into 80’s music once she arrived in hell and everything changed for her after that.

T: Where are they ticklish? She is immensely ticklish which is her curse once she arrives in hell and finds that Angel has become a spider with arms to torment her with.

U: What’s their voice like? Her voice is usually quiet unless she gets really frustrated with something that isn’t turning out right in the oven.

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them? The easiest way to annoy her is to pinch her cheeks. They’ve always been huge and her best friends have never let her forget it.

W: Can they dance? She can dance, she was amazing at the charleston but her dance skills are a little bit last century as Cherri loves to tease.

X: What’s their most petty little secret? Her most petty little secret was her initial jealousy of Cherri once she arrived in hell. Mostly because she was so much like Angel and thought that she wasn’t needed anymore.

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to? Why her husband wanted to be married to her when he could’ve had anybody that he wanted quite literally.

Z: How do they sleep? She sleeps very rarely because she doesn’t technically need it but Angel always makes her sleep when he’s with her. She feels protected around him and trust me when I say that he isn’t letting anything get to her ever again.

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? She does sleep with stuffed animals once she arrives in hell and Angel saw that she didn’t have any here he got her some so that she could feel more comfortable.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? Once she arrives in hell she gets a cat companion the same day that Angel finds Fat Nuggets.

Ask them to describe their love interest. Estelle doesn’t have a love interest. I decided to give her a found family love instead of having to force her into a romantic relationship because platonic love is just as important as romantic.

Do they look good in red? She looks good in just about everything but she does have a flowy red top that Angel bought her that she loves

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! She would give a speech to Angel about how being broken in the same way doesn’t have to be a bad thing. They understand each other better than they ever could have when she was alive.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? She will always confide in her best friends first they get first priority. She will never take advice from her ex-husband or Valentino (he gets his ass kicked once she meets him)

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themselves in three words. I would describe her as immensely kind, snarky and a lover of everything that is her best friend’s. She would describe herself as a good listener, a bit broken but still beautiful and an amazing baker but that’s things that she starts to believe after reuniting with Angel.

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? She empathizes with a lot of her books that she keeps in her at home library.

What age do they most want to be right now? She mostly is happy with where she is, but she has her two best friends and who can complain about that legitimately?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Spend it on something for her friends there’s not even a second thought going through her head. Her second idea is to make improvements to her shop with what’s left over.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? She does love romance just not the one that she got. She can be found crying every time she watches Painted Veil and Angel just hands her a box of tissues.

Name one thing their parents taught them. Her parents weren’t around for a good percentage of her life but they did teach her that hard work is extremely important a little bit too well considering that she rarely ever takes breaks.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? They would agree with that term because she does love things that wouldn’t be loved by other people, mostly crappy B movies that she watches with Angel just to laugh at something.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? To her lazy days are a waste of time but she grows to love them once she becomes friends with Angel. He shows her that taking time off from constantly trying to work herself to death. Taking days where you can do nothing but laugh and joke around it’s perfectly healthy.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? They would probably own more cute dresses that expressed her femininity more. At the moment it’s a skirt over leggings with a cute hoodie.

Do they like children? She does love children!! It’s just she doesn’t want to be in a relationship at the moment.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue? At the moment she’s pretty kiss adverse except for the platonic cheek kisses that her and Angel have.

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? She was a practicer before job interviews when she was alive and she did always study before tests too because she could never be too careful.

What do they like that nobody else does? Hmm there isn’t really anything that I could think of to answer this question. I think that between her, Angel and Cherri they have most everything in common.

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? It would take a lot to eventually break up with somebody but as soon as they tried to force her into sex that was a big no-no for her.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? She does actually love pet names but mostly the platonic ones that her and Angie have. Sweetheart, hun, doll face, and eventually spider-babe and foxy.

Stability or novelty? Stability would be the way that would comfort her the most.

Safety or possibility? She loves feeling safe and Angel makes her feel safer than most anybody out there.

Talent or effort? Talent is the best way to go and she’s talented at a lot of things.

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Forgiveness she would forgive just about anybody except for her bastard of an ex-husband

Would they date a fixer-upper? She would date a fixer-upper but she isn’t currently interested in seeing anybody.

#oc #Hazbin Hotel #Angel Dust

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title: sincerely (i hope)

pairings: pre-romantic analogical

summary: (prequel to together) logan is finding a lot of new things while sneaking out of the house. not all of them are good.

warnings: technically there’s no happy ending but in the context of the end of the story it’s just bittersweet so um.... yeah, virgil is kind of like a total asshole in this, lots of swearing, kissing, yelling, anger, verbal fighting, crying mentions, mentions of bad parents, arrest mention, vandalism mention, transphobia (not from the main characters), smoking, sarcastic use of pet names, and possibly something else

a/n: there is a possibility that i’ll write the intermediate portion of this fic and together. i’ve got an idea, but i thought it would be better to post this now instead of making you wait for another however many words

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Logan had found the stream when he was trying to escape his parents.

It was late at night--too late for an adolescent person to be outside alone, really, but Logan couldn’t stand the freezing cold of his house for another second. It was a metaphorical cold since the one place where the house didn’t lack warmth was the actual temperature, which was nearer to boiling than habitable. But the white walls and white furniture and white lighting and very obvious lack of decorations made the house feel as if he were in the Antarctic rather than sunny Mississippi.

Logan was only being mildly dramatic.

The stream was only about twenty feet wide with tall grasses and reeds growing up on either side. There were trees dotted around, but Logan hardly thought that it could be called a forest. In all honesty, he was surprised that he had never been there before. The stream was less than a mile through the fields near his house, and there were all sorts of interesting rocks and things to look at. It seemed just up his alley.

After a few minutes of walking along the edge, Logan settled down on a fallen tree that halfway hung over the stream and looked up at the stars. He didn’t go back home until much, much later.

---

It had been a few months since Logan had found the river, and he had made it a nearly daily occurrence to go out and look at the stars. This, however, was very different.

Someone was sitting in his spot.

Well, it wasn’t his spot because he didn’t own it, but it really felt like it was his spot. Plus, he’d never seen anyone else visit in all of the months he’d been visiting. And this person was just... sitting there.

The stranger took a long drag of a cigarette and blew out a slow curl of smoke.

“What are you doing here?” Logan found himself asking, and the stranger yelped, almost falling off the tree into the water before catching themself and glaring back at Logan.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to sneak up on a guy? Jesus fucking christ.”

Logan quirked his head and took a look at the person on the tree. They were probably as young as he was; they had soft, round features and dark hair, and they seemed to have a penchant for excessive jewelry if their facial piercings were anything to go by. All in all, their whole aura just screamed angsty, no-good teenager.

“Hello?!” The stranger broke through Logan’s thoughts with an annoyed growl. “Are you going to say anything, or are you going to stand there and stare at me like a freak?”

“You’re in my spot.”

Wow, Logan, that was very intelligent of you to say in front of someone who very likely could kill you!

“I’m sorry, what?”

Logan winced, gesturing vaguely at the tree. “I always sit there.”

“Newsflash, asshole! The world doesn’t revolve around you. Suck it up.”

“Um, may I sit on the tree with you, then?” If he was being honest, Logan would rather not spend more time with this person than he had to, but he also didn’t want to go back home, so he decided to suck it up.

“Whatever,” the stranger snapped as they took another drag and moved to lay on the tree. Carefully, Logan climbed down the trunk to sit a few feet away from where their head was. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before they continued, “Why are you even out here? You’re dressed like you just got back from the country club.”

Logan glanced down at his jeans and polo and almost disagreed, but instead he said, “I don’t like my parents.”

“Oof. Mood. I’m supposed to be on house arrest right now.”

“Why?”

The stranger laughed, which almost startled Logan to hear. “’Cause I got arrested for spray painting ‘be trans, do crime’ on the high school, and my parents got pissed. Fuckin’ squares.”

“Did you just call your parents ‘squares?’“ Logan asked incredulously as he watched them exhale smoke.

“Yeah. You know, boring and conservative. Lame-asses.”

“No, I understand what a square is. I just don’t think I’ve heard someone use it in that connotation in... ever. Especially not from someone who seems to enjoy using such colorful language.”

The person smirked and tilted their head back to get a better look at Logan. “I’ve always been full of surprises.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Logan quipped. “Were your parents more upset about the being arrested part or the trans part?”

“Definitely the trans part, oh my god. They went fucking ballistic, dude. I mean, like, full on ranting.” They screwed up their face and aggressively waved the cigarette around as they mocked, “‘You’re not a boy! You’re a girl! That’s what you’ve always been and always will be!’ Then I took one of the knives in the kitchen and hacked my hair off right in front of them. Their faces were priceless.”

“You’re a boy, then?”

“Yeah. He/him.” He stuck out his right hand, presumably for Logan to shake. “I’m Virgil.”

Not wanting to be rude, Logan took Virgil’s hand and gave it an awkward shake. “Logan. I also use he/him pronouns.”

“Lit. So what’d your parents do?”

Logan rolled his eyes and groaned, “God, don’t even get me started...”

---

Logan very quickly became accustomed to his new routine. Every night, he’d sneak out of his house to visit the stream with Virgil. The other teenager would always bring a few cigarettes despite Logan’s many lectures on the dangers of smoking. The two would talk and laugh and stargaze and just exist outside of the bullshit that was teenage life. Days became weeks, which became months.

“It’s really weird to not see you smoking for once,” Logan said as he approached Virgil, who was idly blowing bubbles with chewing gum from his perch on the fallen tree.

“Yeah, well, I’m kinda tired of you getting on my ass about it every day. Can’t you just let a guy live?”

Logan smirked and got into his usual position on the trunk (sitting with his legs wrapped around it and feet hooked together underneath). He leaned forward on his hands so that he was hovering slightly over Virgil’s face. “Someone’s got to have some common sense here.”

“Hey! I’ve got plenty of common sense, asshole,” Virgil protested, swatting at him playfully.

He quirked an eyebrow. “You nearly fell into the water last week because you decided to be an idiot and tried to see how far down the tree you could walk before it wouldn’t hold your weight.”

“It was for science, Logan!”

“You can’t ‘for science’ everything, Virgil. That isn’t how life works.”

"Ugh, whatever. You never appreciate my experiments.”

Logan smiled down at Virgil. “That’s not true. I enjoyed the one where tested who could skip rocks better.”

The other boy pouted and whined, “You just liked that one ‘cause you won.”

“Perhaps.”

“Smug bastard. You need to shut your damn mouth.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

It was Virgil’s turn to raise an eyebrow, and his fingers toyed with the open front of Logan’s jacket. “Do you remember the first time we met, and I said that I’m full of surprises?”

“Yes?” Logan answered, confused. “I don’t see why that’s relevant--”

The words were forced back into his mouth as Virgil simultaneously pulled down on the jacket and pushed himself up until their lips crashed together. And Logan--wow, Logan had never kissed anyone before, and he was nearly certain that this would be considered a terrible kiss to anyone else, but to him, it was incredible. Virgil’s lips tasted like cool peppermint, and a similarly cold sensation ran through his veins as his face turned hot.

After a few seconds, Virgil lowered himself back down, and Logan was left in a shocked haze as the other boy blinked up at him through his long lashes.

“Dude, you good? You’ve literally never been so quiet.”

“I--you kissed me,” Logan whispered, too startled to think anything else.

“Yeah? I was trying to get you to shut up. It’s no big deal, Logan.”

“What do you mean that it’s no big deal?! You kissed me, Virgil!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and snorted. “I’ve kissed tons of guys before. You’re not special, sweetheart.”

“Right,” Logan affirmed, straightening up. “Of course.”

“Atta boy!” Virgil crooned as he reached up and patted Logan’s cheek.

“Oh dear, I’ve just remembered that I have a test tomorrow that I need to study for. I’ll see you later, Virgil.” Scrambling up, Logan quickly shuffled up to the shore and away from the stream.

Virgil popped up into a sitting position and made a move to follow. “Wait, you just got here!”

“I know. I’m so sorry, Virgil, but I really need to go.” Logan heard Virgil’s feet hit the grass, but he just kept walking. If he tried to look at Virgil right now, there was absolutely no doubt that he would start crying.

“Logan--”

“Will you let it go?! God, Virgil, just fucking waste your time smoking,” he snapped, not looking back.

“What is your problem--”

“MY problem?!” Logan screeched hysterically as he whipped around to face Virgil. “What the fuck is your problem? I had never had my first kiss, and you had the gall to not only take it from me, but you also told me that it meant absolutely fucking nothing! I can never get that experience back because your selfish ass decided that I was nothing more than a toy to you!”

“That’s not--”

“That’s not what? That isn’t what you meant? Wow, Virgil, I didn’t take you for such an actor!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be such a prick about it!”

Logan felt his blood run cold, and he snarled, “Get the hell away from me.”

“It didn’t mean anything--”

“It sure meant something to me, so speak for your own damn self.”

The other teen opened his mouth to respond, but Logan beat him to it. “I sincerely hope that I never have to interact with you again.”

With that, Logan walked away.

#sanders sides fic #analogical #logan sanders #virgil sanders #m writes things #m writes analogical

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crowned-ladybug · 4 years

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So I said I wanted to see demon AUs that aren’t smut and that I sadly don’t have the energy to make my own rn, and then I went ahead and accidentally made one anyway

So here’s some incomplete notes on it. It’s 2.7k words. I’m so sorry.

Local dumbass heir to the throne (Joseph) doesn’t Wanna be a heir to the throne bc it’s Boring he’s always wanted to be an Adventurer but here he is anyway. Then one night he gets drunk off his ass and manages to?? accidentally summon a demon??? in his friend’s Magic Lab???

(The friend is Avdol and he’s v v tired of Joseph’s shit)

fuckin Joseph made a drunk deal with a demon who Absolutely saw nothing against making a deal with the royal heir currently drunk off his ass bc hey, free deal

luckily the deal wasn’t for Joseph’s soul or firstborn child or half his kingdom or whatever. Instead the deal is a magical bond between Joseph and the demon that allows the demon to share in Joseph’s life energy/general basic human magic and thus be able to exist in the human world in a stable form without having to go home to rest every once in a while or having to maintain like ten spells Just In Case

the demon is doing this whole deal thing bc 1) he Has to, it’s kind of his Job and 2) he’s looking for vengance on a gang of demon hunters who have killed his family but since they’re human, he needs a way into the human world for a longer term to be able to hunt them down

the demon is Caesar in case you haven’t figured that out yet

Joseph is a lot less concerned about having made a deal with a Literal Demon than he should be. He thinks it’s p hilarious actually and Caesar immediately starts having regrets (he’d bond with Avdol over it if he were willing to lower himself to the level of Measly Mortals)

the fun thing is that bc he’s tied to Joseph magically to allow him to freely exist in the human world, Caesar can’t get out of a few mile radius of him, which kinda makes his plans to hunt down the demon hunters (*cough* Pillar Men *cough*) a lot harder and Joseph even more annoying to deal with

the logical solution to that is to pass Caesar off as a servant Joseph befriends, so that he can stay in the castle, and then eventually they can go off on some adventure together to defeat the Pillar Men (or, well, so that Caesar can defeat the Pillar Men while keeping Joseph at arm’s length) which would also mean that Joseph can Finally get his big adventure he’s been dreaming about

then Joseph gets the genius idea to kill even More birds with one stone and decides that Caesar should pretend to be his bf bc all the annoying ass nobles and shit won’t leave him alone about not having a partner and “oh no, you’re of age now, what will happen if you have to take the throne but have no queen by your side?” and everyone keeps trying to woo him and it was fun at first but now it’s just goddamn Tiring

Caesar agrees to it eventually bc Anything as long as Joseph lets him do his research on the Pillar Men in peace. He doesn’t really realise what fake-dating the annoying bastard entails until he’s already too deep into it and he kinda literally can’t go back on his promises to Joseph, being a contract-bound demon

(Caesar looks like a proper demon normally but he Can disguise himself as p much entirely human-looking if he needs to. It takes energy tho, so he reverts back to his demonic looks whenever he’s safe from prying eyes, or if he’s unconscious)

they’re essentially fake-married for magic tax benefits it’s so great

there’s Definitely some Magic Soulbond Shenanigans along the line of “if one gets hurt the other also feels it”

they find out that Caesar reverts to his demonic form when asleep when he pulls two all-nighters in a row looking for information on the Pillar Men and passes out in Avdol’s study, scaring the shit out of poor Avdol. After that they manage to land a room for him in the castle with some lie about him having travelled here from faraway lands (technically true) and having nowhere else to stay (also technically true), but he also spends a lot of his time in Avdol’s study and Joseph’s room without his disguise, solely for convenience’s sake

they ofc have to fool Everyone with the fake dating, including Joseph’s family, bc No One else can know that Caesar is a demon on a quest for vengeance. The worst, most unexpected part for Caesar is that Queen Erina and Lord Speedwagon actually seem to like him?? they’re just genuinely nice to him??? simply bc he’s around Joseph and bc they find him likeable??? he did Not expect Anyone to be nice to him in the human world, what the Fuck, he doesn’t know how to Deal With That

Suzi is Technically a servant but she’s been Joseph’s friend since they were lil kids so she was essentially raised alongside him and they’re best friends and Suzi can only keep Joseph out of dumb shit like half the time bc the other half she’s right there in it with him

she is Entirely unfazed by Caesar, sees through the pretend relationship in like two minutes and knows immeditely that Something Is Up. When she accidentally catches Caesar in his demon form while checking to make sure he’s not stacking all-nighters again, she doesn’t even bat an eye (meanwhile Caesar’s thoughts are entirely “oh fuck do I have to kill her now, Joseph’s gonna kill me if I do, oh fuck, oh fuck”) just tells him to go to sleep on time and then leaves (to call Joseph out on getting himself into even deeper shit than she’d originally thought)

look idk what he does or what relevance he ends up having to the plot but Polnareff is also there, he’s a dumbass knight who’s the reason Joseph knows how to Not fight properly (bc Polnareff has a shitton of dumb tricks and Joseph knows all of them) and has a giant crush on Avdol

god there’s just. A Shitton of dumb shenanigans during their time in the castle, both with the fake-dating (like having to teach Caesar proper royal etiquette and him getting Very confused and flustered when Joseph casually flirts with him) and with hiding Caesar being a demon (they have so many stupid close calls and make so many dumb decisions they Really Shouldn’t, it’s great)

when the time comes to go and find and kill the Pillar Men, it’s only Caesar and Joseph going bc Caesar doesn’t want any more ppl in this mission than absolutely necessary, totally not bc they’re his friends and he worries about them or anything

they get some tips on where to look and how to get there from this weird adventurer dude who passes through the castle on his travels every once in a while. Joseph’s only met him in passing but he thinks he seems fun and has his own dumbass theory that he’s totally some runaway royalty or something. Instead turns out that the dude is half demon and actually related to Caesar and Caesar, being an orphan and all, had thought finding a remaining member of his family would be Way more thrilling but no this dude is just as weird and annoying as Joseph so he’d like a refund pls

(the dude’s Gyro. Ofc it’s fuckin Gyro. Johnny’s there too somewhere I just haven’t figured that out yet. He might actually be the top horse trainer/caretaker/whatever of the castle and the True reason Gyro travels this way every time is bc he’s smitten as hell)

while Gyro gives them some advice he also tells them that hey. Maybe you shouldn’t do this?? esp not just the two of you??? Considering the Pillar Men are known to be ruthless and Very good at killing demons

ofc these idiots Don’t Listen and go after them together anyway

the plan technically is that Joseph stays a safe distance away while Caesar goes and fights the Pillar Men and Totally wins but like. ofc he doesn’t listen and refuses to stay on his ass and let Caesar leave so they go in together anyway

they manage to find Santana alone and Actually Kill Him but it’s a close one, much tougher than anticipated bc as I said before, these dudes are Really Good at killing demons and also just killing in general. It’s also when Caesar realises the full scope of the “if one gets hurt, the other also feels it” part of his bond with Joseph bc Joseph gets hurt worse during the battle and Caesar is so shocked by his own reaction to it that he’s frozen for a moment and it almost costs him his life

that night when they’re camping out after the battle, Joseph reveals that a long while ago he figured out how to break their magic bond without it hurting either of them or sending Caesar right back to his own world. it’s some old spell he found in one of Avdol’s books or something, idk, and at first he’d kept it hidden from Everyone bc he was starting to really like Caesar but knew that Caesar was only around him out of necessity (not true actually but Caesar hid and denied his growing fondness for v v long) and he didn’t want him to leave the moment he realised he Could, even if it was v v selfish of him and he feels like shit about it now. And then later on when it turned out that they’re gonna see this quest through together anyway, he figured it didn’t matter anymore and so he kinda just forgot about it

but he’s remembered it again before they left and packed what he needs for it as a grim Just In Case (and it may or may not be a weird red gem bc yknow, but idk yet) and now he offers to break the bond already bc of how him getting hurt almost got Caesar killed. But Caesar tells him not to, bc it doesn’t matter now and a spell like that would probably take a lot of energy out of both of them when they need everything they’ve got for the upcoming battles

in reality he doesn’t want the bond broken bc it makes him feel like he’s got a right and a reason to stay, without having to fully face just how much he cares about Joseph, and bc it makes sure that Joseph is never far from him and lets him know if he’s hurt and maybe like this he can somehow protect him from getting hurt again

spoiler alert: he can’t

the fight with the other three Pillar Men doesn’t go their way at all. I mean it’s 3 vs 2 and the 3 are Very Good at killing so it should be Expected, but they’re young and dumb and Caesar is stubborn and still thirsting for revenge and if Joseph can’t hold him back then at least he can stay with him

they both get badly hurt and when it looks like it’s just it for both of them, Joseph brings out that spell again and breaks their bond before Caesar could tell him to stop and tells Caesar to run, to get away and don’t even fucking look back, just Go. When Caesar tries to object, Joseph tells him that he’s not dying just so Caesar can get himself killed too and Caesar is too scared to do anything but listen and run as Joseph leaves himself no escape and takes another two of the Pillar Men down with him before Caesar could figure out a way to save him

Joseph survives, Somehow, minus a hand anyway. He wakes up again in his own room in the castle and he has No Idea how he got back or who even found him and his best guess is that Gyro and Johnny have followed them and lbr Avdol’s magic has probably had a part to play in it too

and Caesar is just. Gone. Separated from Joseph and already weak from the fight, he didn’t have enough magic left to remain in the human world for long and thus got pulled back into his own world, and being just a normal demon, he can’t even cross back over without being summoned. But Joseph doesn’t know any of that, he just knows that Caesar is Gone and he strongly doubts he’s coming back bc he hasn’t already and he’s p damn heartbroken about it

meanwhile Caesar isn’t having much better of a time in his own world either. Bc nothing went well, Nothing, but he realises that he doesn’t even care about his revenge plan anymore, he doesn’t care about hunting Kars down and avenging his family. But he’s just lost the only family he’s had Again, the ppl in the castle this time, and he’s stuck here without any way back unless someone accidentally summons him again, and for what he knows Joseph had died to save him and Caesar didn’t even get to say goodbye or bury him

this v shitty state lasts until Joseph’s desperation + a lil nudge from Avdol and Suzi gets him to try summoning Caesar again (bc Joseph decides that if he gets no response at all, if the spell fails, it means Caesar’s really just Gone and he hadn’t made it out alive after all, but having definite knowledge of that will still be better than just Not Knowing and hoping for the rest of his life)

Avdol lets him take his study all to himself and so Joseph settles in during the afternoon and gets to finding the spell which is Not Easy bc he’d been drunk off his ass when he’d first found and performed it. He’s starting to lose hope and think that maybe the spell doesn’t even Exist in Avdol’s books, he’d just butchered a completely different spell and that’s how he got to Caesar, when he Finally finds it, and it’s almost midnight at that point and he’s Exhausted and Scared and Sad and he just Wants This To Work

the spell asks for an offering for the demon’s services, and the first time around Joseph had said something like “idk name your price” which is how Caesar had got the bond he needed (tho Joseph doesn’t actually remember this)

this time he just says “anything” which is a p dumb thing to offer when making a deal with a Literal Demon but he doesn’t care, this is Caesar, he trusts him and he loves him and he’d damn right give anything to just know that he’s okay and maybe get to see him again

and the spell Works it fuckin Works even if it takes a moment and there’s a flash of light and then suddenly there’s Caesar, sitting on the ground in Avdol’s study in all his demonic glory, blinking as his eyes adjust to the dim light and until he sees Joseph sitting on the ground in front of him, crying. And from then on it’s just a big “i thought I lost you” reunion moment that’s so happy it Hurts. They stay sitting on the floor for Hours despite it being late at night, just pressed together and talking about anything and just enjoying each others presence bc they’ve missed each other and thought they’d never see each other again

the next morning Avdol finds them sitting against the wall in a pile and fast asleep and decides to take the day off and goes to find Suzi and Polnareff to tell them the news

idk where the rest of the plot goes yet bc Kars is still out there and Erina and Speedwagon still don’t know about the whole demon thing but have this for now

#jjba #caejose #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #mohammad avdol #suzi quatro #polnareff and the pillar men are also there but not enough to ba tagged sorry #also gyro and johnny yeah them too #I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS IT JUST HAPPENED #my mind went ''heir of dumbass Joseph accidentally summons a demon but it's mostly just fake-dating'' and then this happened??#ill add a tag for this au once i figure one out bc i guess now i need that too huh #goddamnit #demon au

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alia15 · 4 years

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THE day. Part 1.

I set an alarm, which was funny. Did I think I’d oversleep on my wedding day? It’s like when you’ve got a really early flight and the fear of waking up too late and/or missing it affects your ability to sleep peacefully.

Did I sleep on the night of Thursday, November 14? A little.

I’d sleep for an hour, and then wake up and peer at the clock. Still too early, Al. I’d go back to sleep. I’d sleep for two hours and head to the bathroom. I’d have to turn the light on and stare at every pore on my face and quadruple-check that some mountainous zit hadn’t popped up since the last time I checked hours before. I had a lot of crazy wedding fears and nightmares and YES: a breakout was one of them.

I’d doze off again...and well, you get the hint. This happened several times until 8am.

I got out of bed about an hour before Kara, my makeup artist, was due to arrive at my hotel suite. I was semi-calm at this point -- I had been for most of the week -- and thought I’d make myself some coffee in the mini Keurig before I took my shower. I opened up the little packet of half & half you usually see on tables at the diner and poured it in. That’s when the crazy seeped into my brain again: what if this cream is expired and it makes me sick?! This is the kind of insane and irrational thinking you do on your wedding day, by the way.

It was time to take a shower, so I got into the pretty bathroom. It had a TV screen embedded in the mirror (!!!!) which I could NOT get over when I checked in the night before. Watching Bravo while getting ready in the morning?! What a time to be alive!

Before stepping in the shower, I peered over at her. We had spent the evening together; I got the bed and she, the bathroom. I stared for a few seconds and smiled. She had spent the last couple of days all bundled up and the last few hours she finally got to breathe.

She looked stunning.

hello, lover.

I showered, I shaved every square inch of myself, and I tried to keep my mind calm. I stepped out, I lotioned, I blowdried, and I waited for my day of pampering to begin. It was absolutely the calm before the storm, so I was trying to relish in the quiet while simultaneously being driven mad by it.

I then grabbed my phone and saw several texts -- not out of the ordinary on the day of your wedding -- and opened up the group chat we have with Leo’s siblings and saw that everyone was asking for a status check. How’s everybody doing? My fiancé, whose face I was NOT supposed to see until I met him at our big ‘reveal’ later, decided it was a good idea to share a selfie while working out:

I think I threw my phone when I saw it. OHMYGOD, was that bad luck?!

(spoiler alert: it wasn’t)

The next few hours were an absolute whirlwind: my mom, sister-in-law and niece Charleigh arrived along with some of my best friends, who came in and out to see me get ready. Eventually, my two other sister-in-laws and mother-in-law got to my room, and it was officially a party. I had made a fun ‘get ready on the wedding day” playlist and it was just epic girl time: goofing around, gushing all over each other, and rotating the hair and makeup process. Someone had big rollers in their hair while another was getting curled/styled by Monica (hairstylist) while another was getting airbrushed or faux lashes applied. It was like a pit crew, wedding style, and I loved it.

When the photographers arrived (shout out to Lotus!), the nerves did a bit, too. Even though we were on time and on schedule (hi, have we met?) I started to feel like my fun, breezy morning was becoming a bit more... structured. I had to follow instructions and focus even though my brain was going in 6,000 different directions. I had to be candid and act natural in a scenario that, well...wasn’t. I heard a lot of:

“OK, Allison, here’s what I need you to do. Stand in this corner, your body slightly angled towards me, and pretend you’re reading Leo’s card. OK, yeah, little more towards me. No, too much.”

Or how about when I was spazzing because I couldn’t get the tape off the box of Leo’s (massive) gift. Not so fun fact: one of our photographers grabbed a box cutter to help me and ended up slicing his finger. Fun! Blood near your white wedding dress!

nailed it.

As I was finishing getting ready so I could put my dress on, I realized I needed to learn to apply the boob tape (that’s the technical term, folks) I had purchased at the request of the seamstress who altered my dress. I’d normally go braless, and I technically could with my dress, but we wanted the um, girls, to sit as high as humanly possible and not let gravity take over, as it often does. I went in the bathroom solo and was quickly...confused. Puzzled. Perplexed. I couldn’t figure out how to make it work, where the tape was supposed to go, and how to configure it all so you wouldn’t see it.

I think I blacked out because next thing you know I had my sister-in-law and some girlfriends in the bathroom with me who were quite literally WRAPPING my body like a mummy. It was absolutely absurd to think I was going to be wearing this beautiful gown in mere minutes, and my undergarment was basically an ace bandage. Whatever, it did the trick.

Only...it didn’t.

It was time to put that pretty dress on, and as soon as I slipped my arms into it my mother realized you could, in fact, see the tape in certain spots. Shit. I blacked out again. We would figure it out. We had to.

...and we did. A girlfriend grabbed some scissors (another thing you don’t want near your wedding dress and hair extensions, but I digress) and cut away the parts that were visible. She essentially made my mummified ace bandage-getup a v-neck in the front and back, and I’ll be damned: it worked. We got the dress on and buttoned, I put on my earrings, and Monica gently applied my veil.

she ready.

Leo wasn’t the only one I was doing a reveal with, so I hid in the bathroom when my dad arrived so I could do one with him first. I heard him talking to all the girls outside the door and I felt the butterflies. It’s such a weird concept to ‘reveal’ yourself to someone -- who am I, the Queen of England? -- but I couldn’t wait. And his reaction? Worth it.

*one thousand heart-eye emojis*

This...was the first time I cried that day. It was such a beautiful and perfect morning; I could only hope the rest of the day would follow suit.

by the way, this little munchkin was an absolute DELIGHT to get ready with; she melted my heart.

It was officially time to get to our venue, only a few miles away, so I could do yet another reveal.

THE reveal.

And that? That’s where I’ll leave you for Part 2.

#wedding #wedding day #marriage #wedding dress #getting ready #reveal #wedding looks #bride #makeup #hair #beauty #family

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curiouser-and-curiouser-fics · 6 years

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📩 you know we gotta do it for the bae Snotlout

All right, time for Snotlout!! (Mind you this is in a Snotlout x Reader light/perspective@hotemotionalmess, you’re the best!

A—animals | do they have any pets? if so, what kind?

Besides Hookfang, you and Snotlout would have a Terrible Terror or two, probably yours from before you moved in with him/married him.

B—bathroom | what are their bathroom habits? do they have weird toiletries?

You use the bathroom for its intended purpose…Snotlout uses it for alone time. He actually uses more oils and soaps than you do, but do you really expect any different?

C—children | do they want kids? would they be biological or adopted? what would they name them?

Heck yeah Snotlout wants kids. He definitely wants them to be his own, saying that they’ll only be amazingly awesome if they’re Jorgensons too. He had originally suggested naming your first child Snotlout Jr., but you had immediately said no way and suggested Stoick, in honor of the fallen chief.

D—dates | where did they go for their first date? do they go on dates regularly?

Snotlout was surprisingly romantic for your first date, probably because he wanted to impress you enough to get you to stay with him. He had a huge basket full of food that he made (because he can cook) and took you to a hilltop where you could get a perfect view of the sunset. When the both of you have time, he loves to spoil you and take you places.

E—embarrassment | do they like or hate PDA? do they rile each other up?

Snotlout loves PDA! I don’t think there’s much debate on that. You don’t mind it too much, although you like to do stuff to him in public to rile him up, since him teasing you in public never fails to fluster you (which is one of the reasons he does it).

F—fights | do they fight often? how do they make up?

On the semi-rare occasion you and Snotlout do fight, it’s about stupid, trivial stuff. You guys don’t usually squabble about anything serious, and if you do, making up doesn’t take long. You can’t keep up the silent treatment for very long, especially when you find him crying in your room because he feels so bad about how he treated you/what he said/did.

G—gifts | do they give gifts often? are they big or small?

Oh, Snotlout spoils you to no end. He’s constantly picking up something from the market, and definitely from the traders when they come by. Whether it’s a simple rose or an exquisite new piece of clothing, he’s constantly showing his affections through words, kisses and hugs, and gifts!

H—home | where do they live? when did they move in together?

Berk, obviously. You moved in with Snotlout after a year of dating.

I—illness | do they care for each other when one is sick?

Yes! Snotlout goes the extra mile when you come down with something. He’ll make soup, wash and dry your handkerchiefs, and give you back rubs. When he catches a man cold, you give into his whining and begging and cuddle him, feed him…basically do anything for him.

J—jokes | do they tease a lot? do they have inside jokes?

Oh, yeah. You and Snotlout have the weirdest inside jokes, some of them being just words, but you know exactly what the other means when you say it and can’t help but laugh.

K—kisses | who kissed who first? do they kiss a lot? do they kiss in public? where do they like to be kissed?

Oh boy.

I don’t know if you’ll be surprised to read this or not, but you were the one to initiate your guys’ first kiss. Snotlout was so nervous he was literally shaking, so you swooped right in and snatched up that opportunity like there was no tomorrow. After that, Snotlout was a lot more at ease, and there was barely a moment between pecks on the cheek or lips or forehead. Kissing in public is definitely a thing for you two. For him, it’s showing everyone else that you are his; for you, it’s embarrassing him by doing it at the most inopportune times (i.e. when he’s talking to Gobber at the shop, when his dad walks by, when he tries to look macho in front of Chief Hiccup).

Snotlout likes kisses on the cheek, to him it’s a sign of pure love, plus it’s just the cutest thing in the world to see you stand up on your tiptoes to reach his freckly cheeks. You like kisses on the lips, Snotlout’s pretty talented… ;)

Bonus: Whenever you hold out your hand, Snotlout grins and kisses it like a True Gentleman™️. Have fun with that image.

L—love | who said ‘I love you’ first? how do they show it?

You kissed Snotlout first, but he was the one to say those beautiful three words for the first time. He knew he loved you from the start, and he knew it was the same for you (as far as the kiss went, he was just so nervous about making an advance and you not being as ready as he was). He shows his love through words, physical affection, and gifts; you express yourself through words, the physical, and food.

M—meals | who cooks? what do they usually cook?

You both cook, and since Snotlout is out doing work or helping to train new Dragon Riders, you do a lot of it in the evening. You get to wake up every morning to the smell of breakfast. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. As far as what is cooked, it’s the typical Viking stuff: meat, bread, nuts and berries, stew, things like that.

N—nicknames | do they shorten each other’s names? do they have pet names?

You like to call him Snotty, just to get on his nerves (something he finds sort of admirable). To whoever’s reading this, I have no idea what your name is, so just imagine he calls you whatever the short version of your name is. Sorry, I can’t be creative this time. (it’s so weird to imagine him calling me Mel…)

Oh, Thor, the pet names! Your list consists of: Snot, Snotty, Snotman, honey, sweetheart, darling…the usual. Snotlout loves to call you doll, dollface, and sweet thing, although his default is babe/baby, as we all know.

O—outsiders | what do others think of their relationship? have they ever been walked in on?

The Dragon Riders were weirded out to no end, that’s for sure. They had no problem with the two of you being together though, and eventually came to thank you for mellowing out the Snot. As far as getting walked in on goes, the worst that’s ever been unearthed was a bit of a make out session.

P—proposal | who proposed first? who does the wedding planning?

Snotlout wanted everything to be traditional, so he proposed to you. You do planning together, but you’re better with the decorations than the announcements and technical things. That’s definitely Snotlout’s area of expertise.

Q—quest | have they quested together? has one done something crazy for the other?

You guys have done some pretty crazy stuff together. It started out with simple flying stunts around Berk, then it was building your huts on Dragon’s Edge, then fighting against Drago’s dragon army.

The real question is: is anything Snotlout ever does not crazy? If one instance had to be picked, it would have to be the time he flew all around the archipelago just so he could find one of Berk’s traders and get you a new bottle of ink, since you had run out just that morning.

R—rainy day | what do they do?

Stay inside. It gets crowded though, because Hookfang doesn’t like thunderstorms and has to be with his owner/best friend. You usually read a book—a concept Snotlout doesn’t quite get—, and he’ll busy himself with either cleaning up the house or practicing whittling.

S—secrets | do they keep secrets from each other? do they plan surprises?

Any secrets that are kept secret aren’t important, at least not to the relationship. Nothing earth-shattering. The only things Snotlout keeps from you are a few of his insecurities about himself, especially anything that has to do with his dad. If you have any secrets it’s probably a fear or phobia.

T—traveling | do they have holidays? journeys?

(For Americans like me, ‘holidays’ here means vacations.)

Vacations, not really. There’s not many places to go, and anything anywhere else in Europe is too dangerous (they don’t quite like Vikings over there).

Journeys, that’s more probable. Sometimes it’s to another island in search for dragons or vegetation. Sometimes it’s on foot to the other side of Berk to send news or fetch Gothi.

U—urges | do they pine for each other? how often do they think about each other?

I don’t know about ‘pining’ so much. You two don’t have much you’re aching for. You’re enough for the other, so it’s not like there’s much you’re missing out on, even when you’re apart. You do think about each other a lot though. For Snotlout it leans more toward thinking about you, if you know what I mean. When it comes to you, it’s more like ‘Snotlout would think that’s funny.’

V—virtues | what’s their favorite thing about each other?

Snotlout loves your heart. You have such a huge compassion for others, especially children. It reminds him of his mom, and of everything his father could stand to learn.

You love Snotlout’s loyalty. Ain’t no way that boy leaving you. And he makes sure you know it every single day.

W—wedding | who plans? is it big or small? is it smooth sailing or rocky?

Snotlout plans the technicalities and financial processions; you take care of the decorations and pretty things (you’re not ashamed to admit you got a lot of help from the twins). The wedding itself is a pretty big deal, especially to Snotlout. He wants to show his dad that he can still do great stuff even though he’s not following the path his father laid out for him. You were afraid something would go awry, but neither of the kids dropped or lost the wedding rings, no one stuttered during the vows, and no one booed (you never know with Vikings).

X—Xenia | what’s it like to be their guest?

Well…there’s good food.

Z—zzz | what are their sleep habits? who’s the big/little spoon? what are their pajamas? who snores?

You both head to bed kind of late; you have stuff you work on beforehand. You both take turns being both of the spoons. Most of the time Snotlout is the big spoon, because he knows it makes you feel safe and protected. Whenever you’re the big spoon you have Snotlout’s head on your chest or nestled under your chin, so you can play with his hair and kiss the top of his head. If he’s having a hard time sleeping, he just pokes your arm, and you instantly know what he wants.

Luckily for you, Snotlout sleeps in his undergarments. Luckily for Snotlout, you sleep in one of his tunics (he seems to like it).

#Snotloutsnores He says it’s because of all the times he’s broken his nose, and he’s right. It doesn’t bother you, though. Your father keeps himself busy at night sawing logs, so you’re used to it. He says you snore too—he discovered one day when he came home to you napping on the sofa—but he thinks it’s cute; he said it sounds like a baby Fireworm roar.

#httyd #httyd 2 #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #snotlout #Snotlout Jorgenson #snotlout x reader #headcanon #headcanons #melanie answers #alphabet game #otp fluff #hookfang

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Avirre'thel : Climate, population & local country info (+ a bit about language)

Just an informational post about the climate (temperature, weather, etc.) of Navyete (where a majority of the Avirre'thel live), some general population info (how many members of this species exist, how the population is distributed, etc.), and some maps and short descriptions of Navyete and it's surrounding areas on the continent of Aviinine. (info under read more)

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((NOTE: Anytime I mention ‘Elves’ in this, I am specifically meaning Fanyin Elves (but just not wanting to spell it out every time lol), which are the main group of Elves in the lands of modern day Fanyin, and the modern day evolution of the same group of ancient elves that the Avirre'thel/vampires originated from, the ones who have lived on the same lands for thousands of years and have a history with them. There are plenty of other elves in other places in the world who have no history with the vampires and etc. The use of elf/elves/elven here is specifically in reference to only the ones on this continent, not elves as a whole)) (*also since writing this, I decided the thing about how to refer to groups of elves (name of homeland + ‘iri’ at the end), so the Fanyin elves can just be called ‘Fanyiniri’, which I may use in updated sections, but I wrote some parts of the text a long time ago so they may use differing terminology lol)

(ALSO NOTE: I try to give some estimates here and list stuff like percentages and temperatures and the amount of square miles that make up a country or etc. etc., but just be aware that I am bad at math and I know absolutely nothing about stuff like how big a country would usually be or how many people would live in a place or etc. etc. , so some estimates may be really unrealistic or off or maybe don't add up with other measurements listed. I'm trying my best to be thorough but don't get annoyed or something if i accidentally estimate a population incorrectly or something lol..)

I'll start with the maps and stuff first, since it's the longest part, and I guess is also the most broad information, so I can kind of start zoomed out and then gradually focus in (from the whole continent, then to just the population of one country, etc.)

This (above) is a full map of all of Nanyevimi (the entire world), I might change some things but this is I guess just a quick initial outline.

From this, we'll hone in on just one continent, Aviinine, loosely meaning ‘home of elves’ in ancient elvish. Though they did not actually originate here, the land has been home to some of the oldest elven societies and at some point was entirely inhabited by them and flourishing, even though today out of the four main countries of this land, Fanyin (and the "technically separate country but basically is just an extension of Fanyin" country, Mippya) is the only one which is still dominated by elves, with Asen having lost elven influence and becoming a diverse global city, Nanebae still being mostly barren, and Navyete now being the central hub for the Avirre’thel since their creation/split from the elves years ago. The name is still used though as it stuck around and most people (even modern elves, who’s language has evolved very differently and doesn’t share many similarities to ancient elvish anymore) don’t know the literal translation.

Here’s a really bad close up drawing of Aviinine (hopefully it looks similar enough for you to tell which one it is on the more zoomed out map lmao but it’s hard to take small things and scale them larger and make the outline look the same…lol.. it's up near the northern right side of the larger map), where you can see the individual areas outlined.

(though the shape is more accurate on the larger map.. on this on directly above, Fanyin is a little too far up, as it should be mostly below Navyete, since Navyete kind of sticks out above the rest of the continent with Asen and Fanyin being fairly even with each other kind of, if that makes sense? So the shape is more accurate in the zoomed out map, but this one can at least show the area divisions lol)

I’m just going to list places (I guess they’d be like countries technically) and then talk about them because I have no idea how else to organize this

This first one is going to be a bit long and the most detailed because it’s the main place that’s important to me currently (since I’ve been focusing mostly on the Avirre'thel recently and these are their lands)., but the other ones will be shorter , so hopefully this whole thing won’t be too long of a read lol

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Navyete:

in the past was originally named ‘Naviyethe’, but due to language changes* and also the vampires wanting to make the name more theirs and separate themselves from the old elves, the name was changed when the land was ‘taken’ from the elves.

The population in Navyete is about 98% vampires/Avirre'thel, with about 1.6% being of various humanoid demon species, 0.3% being humans (when I mention humans, I mean humans from Nanyevimi, NOT earth humans... Nanyevimi is an entirely separate fantasy realm and has nothing to do with earth lol), and 0.1% other, including maybe a few elves from Northern Fanyin who fled due to being targeted by the elven government or etc.

(also there's only about 2,400,000 Avirre'thel in existence, with 2,254,000 of them living in Navyete (98% of 2,300,000), meaning there's really like, not many Avirre'thel living outside of their native country at all lol. In the 20,000 years they've been around as a species they really haven't branched out much or settled other areas)

Originally vampires were mostly around Nanebae (like… hiding out in the mountain range after being forced out of Fanyin) and Asen (to some extent, though again, they weren’t allowed in major cities and there’s a huge hub of major cities on the coast of Asen, so they were still only in the parts of Asen most near Nanebae really). Also this is the Avillthe vampires I'm talking about, as of course the other "races" did leave this area and resided in a few other places (the Avleste were in the major cities in Asen, the Avesi were actually the first vampires to be in Navyete since they moved more up into the north to one of the islands there, the Avlethre somehow trumbled their way over into the isolated human territories, the Avan I guess technically would still be near where the Avillthe were, the only difference is they lived isolated inside the caves near the mountain range and the Avillthe didn’t, etc.), so the Avillthe were mostly the ones leftover and roaming around the Nanebae mountains for a while).

After a series of issues with the Elves, the vampires demanded an area of land in the north from the elves (since living in the coldest climate would be most suited to vampiric intolerance of heat lmao), who initially fought them about it, but then realized it would look bad on their ~~peaceful beautiful elegant image UwU~~~ so they decided to just give the land to the vampires at no cost (it’s all gross and mountainy and freezing anyway! yuck! not beautiful and flowery UwU), and actually gave them much more than they asked for (the entire country of Navyete instead of just a little section of northern land or an island). ..

After which the elves proceeded to aggressively frame this about how good they are and what a generous people they are to have given land to the vampires and how barbaric the vampires were to demand it from them in the first place, and to support the ideals of ‘Elven Kindness’ (as if they weren’t the ones who originally kept the vampires from even owning land in the first place), which did mostly improve their public image the way they desired it to, boosting tourism and people who idealized the elves or wanted to live in elvish lands. To which the vampires mostly just thought, ‘Thank god we are not them’, then sold some of the land around the border so that their land would no longer have any fraction of an area that is close to touching the lands owned by the elves, (originally Navyete and Fanyin were touching and shared a large amount of bordering land, but the vampires intentionally sold that land to people in Nanebae so that there would be plenty of space between them and the elves lol).

The whole continent of Aviinine is about 650,000 square miles, with Asen taking up about 172,000 sq mi, Fanyin & Mippya being about 220,000 sq mi, Nanebae being 102,000 sq mi, And Navyete being like 156,000 sq mi. The population of Navyete is about 2,300,000 or roughly 15 ppl per square mile (if it were evenly spaced) , but like a majority of the cities have a wAYY higher population density since like a majority of people literally live in a small belt in the middle upper part of the country and thats all lol.. most of the country is actually just wilderness and areas that aren't very inhabited.

Pretty much every city in Navyete has some sort of physical border around it, usually also with some type of guards, or fences, magic barriers, or other security measures. This is due to a past of Elves sneaking in across the border to cause trouble and spite them (like “well, we’ll give you this land but will still be assholes about it and occasionally set fire to things or sneak into your homes and burn them down even though we know you’ve hardly even been here long enough to get your footing”), which is mostly because the elves began to get paranoid of the vampires moving in so close to them after mistreating them for so long , so elven leaders felt it ‘necessary’ to occasionally send spies and others just to “make sure the vampires weren’t up to anything”.

(And also because it was a profitable tradition. Like part of it definitely was 'Oh no there's people developing into a powerful cohesive group right next to us and we’ve treated them horribly in the past so I bet they hate us, what if they rise against us, we should be defensive by… making them.. hate us more,, i guess". But then there was also an element of "Hey, we all hate the vampires right? Well guess what… for only a small payment of a huge amount of money, my “"tourism company”“ will offer to help sneak you across the border so you can go on the funnest adventure of your life! Have you ever wanted to burn down homes, rape, steal, and violently assault members of a small village as a fun upbeat weekend activity? Just pay me for the trip and you can have fun with all the destruction you’d like, and you’re guaranteed to be back and safe before the week even starts!".

So the frequent elven attacks were both like, out of utterly unfounded fear/guilt fueled paranoia, AND also out of certain groups (especially the government) realizing they could charge rich businessmen and lower down government officials and military leaders and etc. huge sums of money for the access to just,, go be shitheads in another country and harm innocent people that they felt deserved it (because "Avirre'thel are just gross corrupted elves who abandoned their magic and are weak and gross but also are like apparently fearsome and barbaric so we've got to get them before they get us!!").

( Some elves also justified this with the knowledge that Avirre'thel are incapable of dying, and just end up regenerating back to a healthy state no matter what you do to them (you could crush all their bones and cut off their arms and behead them and they'd be back to a normal state in like maybe a month or less), so going in and burning down their homes and brutally beating the hell out of them in he middle of the woods ins't like, something they can't recover from. They'll be back to full health within a week or two probably, and can always rebuild their flimsy little houses, so what's the harm? It's not like permanent death or anything. It's just a little game with no serious life threatening cost, obviously! (nevermind the trauma of constant violence and the drain on resources it takes to constantly rebuild everything)).

Which of course sometimes didn’t work out so well for them... If you gave the vampires a chance to fight they weren’t hesitant at all to kill the intruders, many entire groups of them were murdered on multiple occasions,for trespassing and trying to invade small settlements in the middle of the night. It was just that much of the time, the Avirre'thel were overpowered or disabled. You can’t kill Avirre'thel/vampires due to the whole immortality thing, but if there’s 40 of you and like 15 of them and you jump in and first thing cut all their limbs off, they’re not going to be able to have the mobility to fight you well, so you can take your time in the destruction from there, as long as you’re fast with initially getting them in a state where they cant fight you back, which the elven invaders usually were, since they could do magic , which the Avirre'thel, a non-magic capable species, usually had pretty much nothing to defend themselves against it. So a majority of the time the elven trespassing groups were very precise with their planning and would intentionally target groupings of people with little defenses, like small unprepared villages in the middle of the woods with a lot of children or physically frail or other individuals who would be less able to put up a fight and are too unconnected to the rest of the world to be able to quickly call on others, etc.

The attacks on the Avirre'thel (both the shitty tourist group attacks and the deliberate elven military ones, which,, honestly were functionally the same thing) went on a very long time only growing in frequency and eventually became a hugely pervasive problem, which is part of what led to things like the cultural focus on children being trained in evasive combat techniques and self defense early on (like age 8), everyone migrating to live inside of or right next to large cities (for better community defense), and also the beginning of a lot of organizations of demons who existed solely to travel with and protect vampire communities from attack (as demons are generally stronger than elves magically, and could defend them with strong magic, since vampires are inherently not magic capable), and of course, (back to the actual main topic of this series of paragraphs lol) the start of the traditions of building huge border walls around cities all the time with night watchers and stronger defense and etc.)

While they could have put a huge border around the entire country, or part of the country, so much of the land is mountain-y, or permanently frozen, or difficult to use in other ways, so they figured it would have just been too complicated and used up too much resources to have a solid border around all of Navyete. Instead, just opting to build it around “wherever there were people”, since the Fanyiniri and other elves/associates of theirs were really only coming in to attack people and their homes, so as long as border areas protect them then, who cares about having them way out in the middle of nowhere protecting trees or something.

This was made a lot easier by the fact that ancient elves (and thus the avirre'thel who directly came from them) were excellent at working with stone and metal, so it was fairly simple to build pretty sturdy walls around most larger cities at least, and even in smaller settlements or rural towns, it would be pretty easy to carve or build a basic wall and then find one or two villagers (or a few demon political activists working to overthrow the elven government that have formed a defense squad ) to keep watch at night.

Though some people have always preferred to live outside the walls, on their own in the forests/frozen beaches/mountains/complete middle of nowhere, or sometimes just perched right on the outskirts of the city walls so they can still feel more isolated yet maintain the convenience of city resources.. A good majority of the population had come to (and mostly still do) live in cities or smaller gatherings, pretty much all of which were walled in or guarded somehow. This could possibly have also contributed to the somewhat more community focused than average culture of the Avirre'thel, given that even though you could travel freely from place to place at any time, you were still usually kind of literally living in a closed off space with others, which even in largely spread out areas like huge cities, can make you feel closer.

In recent times, they don’t receive much trouble from the elves, but have security up regardless, due to still being quite on guard for them, though they usually use other means of security rather than just, building huge ass walls around everything all the time lol. Today many walls are not upkept anymore and are only around for aesthetic or cultural value, but it’s still extremely common to see cities with tall stone walls spanning the entire border of the city, they’re just probably not actively guarded as much and don’t serve the same purpose. Invisible walls or barriers made with enchantments are much more common now as well, though they used to only be used in addition to physical walls, now people simply use them on their own. It's still kind of been integrated though into traditional Avirre'thel architecture as just a Thing They Do, even if they don't use the walls for defense any longer, they may still build a decorative and elaborate wall around a newly constructed city, or implement smaller wall-like barrier looking structures into normal buildings and etc.

They do also now have a partial border wall going along certain popular areas close to Nanebae and Fanyin (which is like , just about the only sort of border thing that doesn’t have a city directly inside of it, but then again it still is connected to living areas and buildings, like at some points the 'wall’ is more just like, a fence that connects multiple housing and health buildings lol). Not to keep people out, but due to the increasing amount of individuals fleeing from the current state of Fanyin. They’ve set up like a whole connected string of watchers and help centers and special medical buildings and etc., so that when like, random teenagers show up malnourished and ill and traumatized having just ran through the freezing woods for 27 days to escape torture and slavery, they are sure to have adequate resources for them and people waiting there to help them get on their feet and find them food and shelter and etc. But this like 'fence with a bunch of medical facilities and stuff alongside it' is really the closest thing they have to an actual border wall for the country as a whole, and still usually only do walls for cities and etc.

so ANYWAY, ,

ALSO in southern Navyete is usually a lot of farms, since that’s the warmest land they have (like up in the north north it’s iced over and snowy nearly all year around). Though vampires don’t necessarily HAVE to eat (as long as they consume blood when needed, they’re fine), majority still do, and while a small amount of the food is imported from other places overseas or taken in from Asen (though lol they don’t use routes through Nanebae because they never want to run into elves, stuff from Asen is usually moved from coast to coast rather than on land. and this is really only foreign/non-traditional foods), they do still vaguely try to grow some food of their own and farm when they can, especially for specialty local dishes and herbs and spices and etc. that are unique to vampiric/Avirre'thel cuisine.

It's less populated and much more rural in Southern Navyete, but all of the farms and little towns and etc. still usually exist within a wall and have plenty of connection to their own and local communities. Farming towns and such usually exist in little clusters along popular southern roads and trade routes, so they still have connection with the rest of Navyete and easy travel access. Though of course there are some people who live completely in the middle of nowhere far out in the woods outside of the walled boundary of any town (and are pretty much just left alone to do their own thing), most people living in southern Navyete are just inhabitants of small towns/cities that mostly work on growing or harvesting food. Though you could also count the people who live in small cities right on the border, who usually do more medical or government aid work (as these border towns only exist to stay along that fence (which is technically in southern Navyete) and help fleeing elves) instead of farming stuff.

The middle of Navyete (including most area of the islands) is where a majority of the population lives. As mentioned, all cities have a defined ‘city wall’ , though today it really depends on the city as to whether there are actively employed people who watch guard of it. 55% of the population of Navyete as a whole lives in the various main cities in the middle of Navyete. With the rest mostly living almost directly outside the city walls (this is by choice, it’s not like there’s not enough room inside or something, they just, idk, maybe prefer the type of housing (larger homes usually) on the outside, or in smaller rural towns (still with a wall but, just, smaller, more sloppily constructed, or in modern times possibly without one since walling everything off isn’t as popular anymore) .

(So like the population would maybe break down something like: 55% of people live within the walls of one of the various cities in the middle of Navyete, 8% live in areas directly outside of the city walls (still in the middle of Navyete), 12% live in smaller towns in between the major cities (in the middle of Navyete), 22% live in other areas like southern Navyete or the middle of nowhere outside of towns and etc., and 3% live in actual northernmost Navyete on the islands or far up in the top north (which like 1,000 of those people would be those who serve on the council (the government of Navyete) and all of their advisors and etc. , since their main meeting area and living spaces are for some reason up in permanently frozen hell mountains in the very furthest north lol). But generally yeah like, 75% of people are all in the middle of Navyete, which is where most resources are clustered and etc.)

Like anywhere, there’s still of course a few that live out in the middle of nowhere but a large majority of the population is concentrated in a few specific areas. Navyete has a ton of unused forest and wild land (partially because it’s uninhabitable/dangerous and partially just because of vampires focus on having a strong community, and also from preferring a very particular climate lol) that mostly just has a few travel routes and maybe a small town every once and a while but not much there. The grouping of cities in the middle portion of Navyete is essentially where everything is. I’m not really sure how to describe exactly what the buildings usually looks like so I’ll give pictures -

(NOTE: All images are just taken from random google image searches, and aren't exact, they're just the closest approximations I could find for the type of aesthetic I was thinking of, without having to sit down and painstakingly draw a bunch of buildings to have them exactly as I envision them lol)

Basically all of the buildings in vampiric cities look something similar to this style:

(minus any modern looking glass buildings in the background of these images lol)

Sometimes newer buildings may look a bit more clean, but have a similar aesthetic, like this:

Housing in city areas usually looks something like this -

or sometimes larger apartment buildings and community home type places (nobody is technically homeless (unless it’s by choice like in the case of travelers/wanderers/adventurers/etc.) in Navyete, everyone is provided with at least basic housing and food, but basic housing places are usually kind of like large community homes where everyone has their own room but there’s a shared dining hall and public areas and etc (due to how much most vampires are used to sharing kitchen spaces or public bathrooms or etc. with others, this really isn’t seen as a bad thing to them)) will look something like this (below) and are always located in cities, rarely are in more rural areas

Homes outside of city walls, usually look more like this -

And really tiny homes in the middle of nowhere are probably more like this -

(( AND Of course there are some ancient buildings, like the main government hub where the council meets far in the norther mountains, and many of the main areas of cities or the walls built around them will have the more distinct and older traditional ancient vampiric architecture style, but... I have to finish my drawings of it so I can actually make a post about it lol, so for now I'll leave that part out. Though traditional architecture does incorporate very similar elements, though the style is a bit different, the same ideas still stand in terms of everything basically being made of stone or glass with little wood, and there being a ton of metal working and everything being fairly ornate. ))

But yeah in general, whether in the city borders or not, most all Avirre'thel buildings include like.. lots of stones.. rocks..bricks. plain kind of dark colors, lots of grays and whites and dark shades with a few muted accenting colors. Often a lot of details or elaborate patterns.. a lot of windows (they just dislike the heat itself for reasons previously mentioned in the species outline post, but are totally fine with sunlight itself, they actually like natural light and the sun, just as long as it’s still pretty chilly temperature wise).

Except, in addition to the above aesthetic, they also have heavy focus on metal, especially fancy grates and windows with metal and etc. , I couldn’t find example images in the same style that featured these things but (and this will be more clear once I eventually create the main post about traditional vampiric architecture), as a left over thing from their very early building styles they’ve always used a lot of metal with the stone, so just like, imagine the stone buildings above as the base but pretend there’s a ton of fancy metal working and metal light lanterns or something hung on the outside of every home -

(Kind of like below, not exactly though, since Avirre'thel metalwork usually has it's own distinct patterns and repeating designs it follows, but again, these are 'close approximations' from google image searches, not exact replicas)

And imagine that all the windows (not just decorative statement windows like, every single window in the house/public building/etc.) look kind of similar to stuff like this -

(or some places have windows without glass that are just metal grates kind of, like metal windows to let light in but just metal without glass in them like this, (but having glass is way more common especially for public buildings)

and often featuring random metal stuff like these built into the walls or hanging outside or covering windows or etc. -

and especially stuff like this (which i couldn’t find many examples of, the one in the image is kind of plain for them and would probably be more elaborate, but the idea of metal decor in doorways that hold lanterns is very much something they’d have)

or like these for front doors to houses/public buildings or even usually doors to rooms within a house (except have the wood part be plain metal lol,, they do,, use wood sometimes,, but like, most of everything is just metal, glass, and stone/brick/etc. Though doors are the most common things to use wood for, and can be pretty common, many doors have been metal and glass only,, its probably about like 50% both ways, with half of all buildings having wood + metal+ glass doors and half just being metal + glass (except maybe a few of JUST wood or just metal etc., and in some more ancient buildings, stone doors of course, though those are heavier and less convenient lol ) -

and fences that are just plain metal, or plain stone, or like this (pretend the pattern in the middle is metal instead of cement lol ) -

and especially stuff like these (like, metal detailing around roofs and etc. They like to add excess metal everywhere they can basically, just for the sheer Drama And Aesthetic i guess lol) -

SO ANYWAY, basically the styles listed above in the buildings but add onto them,, a lot of metal stuff, since something they’ve always done, especially in their more traditional architecture is lots of metal detailing with stone as a base (so the house may be carved stone but all the windows, doors, some of the interior walls, etc. are all fancy metal work) , even though the designs in these pictures are not exactly the same patterns they would use , again all of these are just kind of an estimate, the most similar-ish things i could find on google since i am awful at drawing actual buildings,, but like, in general, just think… a lot of kind of muted colored stone and brick and rocks and stuff,, usually ornate and kind of fancy,, but also with a ton of metal everywhere all the time lol

Even when new buildings are made they’re created to mimic older styles, since they feel like everything should be uniform (not exactly the same, but uniform in the sense that there is a theme, you wouldn’t have some fancy ornate dark colored stone building right next to a modern flat square-shaped apple-store-esque glass-front white building.. which this does mean… yes… they are modern and have stuff equivalent to McDonalds but all of them still are in fancy looking stone buildings lmao.. they’ll have like a three story building with an elaborately carved stone staircase and shit when it’s just a neighborhood grocery store like a Walmart or something. Though they do occasionally have more modern looking storefronts in cities , they're always in the bottom of fancier looking buildings (kind of like in the fourth image of city buildings above. ). It doesn’t matter what it is, it usually has to fit a general aesthetic for it to be approved because of them wanting everything to have harmony and aesthetically pleasing surroundings. Though each city may have it’s own differences and little elements that have changed, it will generally have a similar look.

In the lower half of northern Navyete right past the middle of the country is where most of the council families live, since northernmost Navyete is where the city is located that is the major hub for politics and government and the meeting place for the families (where they go every 3 months to decide on things).

It depends on the size of the family, but ‘royal families**’ usually have quite massive homes, with 30+ family members on average, including usually about 35 + various workers, from maids to chefs to scholars that are hired to live there and give continued information and council to the council members in that family (like they’ll often have a resident scholar just in case old texts need deciphering or if they need someone to help find connections to information on a particular thing that someone in the family is planning on presenting to council during the next meeting, etc.).

It depends on the family, but usually if you work for someone in that sort of way , then you live with them as well (especially since they’re a bit away from the main cities, so a staff member is not going to travel miles and miles back and forth all the time when they could just live there at their place of employment), so some homes of Council Families have like 100+ rooms on average. Staff/hired scholars/etc. very very rarely live separately, they usually have a room in the main house just like everyone else, as they are required by law to live with the main family and dine with them and use the same areas and etc. (unless they choose not to of their own will, but like, a family can’t legally force the maids or scholars or mages working for them to live in different conditions than they do, or give them smaller rooms or different food or etc., especially since council family members (basically government workers who make decisions in a huge council) are held to a vaguely higher standard than the general population, given they literally have people’s lives and well being in their hands, and even smaller scale (in the sense that it’s not murder or something) things like underpaying your staff or mistreating your children or etc. will get you kicked out of the government immediately and permanently). So they can end up having pretty large houses depending on the size of the staff and the family itself, the size of the property, and what sort of resources are needed . These can be in the style of mansions or sometimes look more like castles, though they’re usually similar in architecture to most buildings in the cities and etc.

(** They’re called ‘royal families’ sometimes by outsiders, as their style of government is uncommon and most outside people think that if there’s like, family lineage ruling stuff involved that it must be some sort of royalty system or etc.. But it’s not like they really have much of a title. There are no kings or princesses or anything, main government leaders just have the title of ‘council member’ (or ‘Arra’te tu jyasa’ , literally ‘Important person of the council’), and they’re usually collectively just called ‘jyasa vata’ (council families) instead of ‘royal families’ or something (there are like..almost 600 of them so they use pretty general collective titles) ..

Though when speaking to outsiders or explaining their government system to them or sometimes when vampire affairs are reported on in other countries' news or etc., they are referred to as ‘royal families’ or will be called ‘princes’ or etc. But that’s more just like how they similarly allow people to call them ‘vampires’ even though that’s not actually how they refer to themselves, it’s like a thing that they’ll do or let it pass with outsiders even if that title may not be exactly accurate (BUT more about them when i actually explain the government system lol, not here). I just wanted to explain that even though they're referred to that way by outsiders who don't understand them, there isn't actually a legit system of royalty in Navyete and they would never consider themselves with those titles personally. )

((Also, another note: Most of the general population branches off from their family and owns their own homes or apartments in the city, Council Families are really the only group who still have the tradition of living with your entire extended family for your entire life (which used to be more common when the vampire population was smaller and tiny concentrations of communities were essentially how you lived, like 3-5 families all centered in the same area with about one home each, working on a community farm and stuff). It may be done to a more minor degree sometimes in larger homes right outside the walls of major cities, and it is actually uncommon to live alone (most have at least 2-3 roommates, family, friends, etc.) but for the most part, everyone prefers to have a smaller group they live with, sometimes friends or maybe one generation of family, but never really to the same extent as the council members. Council families will have like, aunts, grandparents, great grandparents, like EVERYONE all on the same property lmao, which is why they're usually such huge collective living spaces. ))

These estates are kind of arranged in a network of areas, there’s three main ones, with 5 homes each being organized maybe a little closer to each other than the others, and they usually distantly connect to a sort of small park with a local school and maybe a transport center (so their kids can go to school in a place a little closer than traveling all the way to the nearest major city, and also so that goods can be transported and left in a sort of middle area, like you can bring a large amount of goods to the little central hub area, then those can be split amongst the families who are concentrated around that area, and taken on the main path back to their estates, rather than small amounts of goods being taken the whole distance individually all the way back and forth for each family).

like this... kind of (very sloppily made in paint in 3 minutes but, this kind of shows what I mean in that they all live in one area, sort of)

There’s also usually an inn here and maybe a local general goods shop, for workers or people who are travelling back and forth (like scholars who come from out of town to temporarily meet with the family but maybe decline the offer to stay in a guest room and would rather stay in an inn, or weird family workers who refuse to live on family grounds for some reason and would rather travel like an hour to work everyday instead of just living with the family. etc.), and usually one or two homes may be in the general area, mostly of members of a council family who wanted to move away and have their own much smaller property but still stay kind of close, or for workers who were visiting one of the families so often they decided to just relocate their home near them (like a visiting alchemist who keeps getting called to them for council every few months and is tired of travelling all the way out there, but also doesn’t want to live on their property because they want their own privacy), etc.

So anyway, most of lower-north Navyete is like.. just... council families. The weather is more inhospitable further up and the terrain is also rocky and frozen and harder to build on, so most people always have just kind of preferred the middle of the country. The council families really only live in the North because their main meeting city is in the very very northernmost mountains. If the council had been established in recent times instead of like 15,000 years ago, then it probably would have been build more centered in the middle of the country instead (basically, council families only live there because they have to lmao, everyone who has a choice has already moved out of the north bhbb) -

In northernmost Navyete, there is hardly anything, other than the city where council meetings are held, which honestly is just called a city but isn’t really a city it’s like, literally just one massive.. structure?? With a wall and guards around it just like any other city, but it’s only one place ( carved out of basically one large constant bit of stone, like they just carved into the side of a mountain lol). Everything is literally connected and basically made out of the same bit of stone, so it's not really a city but more just like “large house with thousands of rooms and huge dining areas and meeting rooms and etc. all built into one place along the same circular levels of hallways.")

It’s like a five story stone building with probably well over 1,200 different rooms, (there’s around 600 main family council members in total, plus the entire staff and guards, plus sometimes they have to invite outside advisers if they’re discussing a matter that none of them have experience with somehow, PLUS all council members are technically allowed to bring one single “personal staff member” (usually people use this to bring their trusted scholars , or maybe their favorite chef, basically if you feel someone on your personal staff at home is important enough to need to have with you for some reason you can bring them, despite them not being an actual council family member, though they’re usually kept away from important secret discussion and also are extremely screened before being let in) if they choose, so it ends up being a ton of people who all basically get their own room when they come to stay there every few months, and there’s also like 100 different meeting rooms and then bathrooms and dining halls and libraries and rooms for the staff to wait in when they’re not allowed to be around to overhear a private conversation and etc etc etc.

There are a few small homes outside this one area, but this is really the only thing in northernmost Navyete, just a one huge ass walled in stone structure with practically a mini-city inside of it except it’s all connected as one building, where people come to meet every 3 months (and there’s always others there keeping guard in ‘off times’), then a few shacks maybe… the rest is just.. ridiculously cold mountains and ground that has been iced over for hundreds of years and varying levels of endless frozen landscape stuff with nothing else around lol. There's sometimes a few trees or plants but this is also the type of area where there stops even being forest and it's just.. plain white landscape all around as far as you can see (though the flat blankness is disrupted a bit by it kind of being rocky so you see hills and mountains and stuff which adds at least a little variety to how barren it is.).

Beyond this, there are some small fishing communities that live on the Northern coast of Navyete, and the islands right off of or around it, but due to the climate it's not a very popular place to live, even amongst generally cold-loving vampires. like.. generally.. everywhere in Navyete is pretty cold, it's just that northernmost Navyete is The Most Cold Of All The Other Coldness Permanently Frozen Winter Fun Time)

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Nanebae:

The one name that has kind of stayed the same over the years, aside from being shortened into ‘Anba’ occasionally by foreigners from Asen (which was started by the elves though because they have the need to shorten and give cutesy easy to say names to everything UwU, meaning most vampires downright refuse to call it ‘Anba’ and would rather fucking rot than play into the elves' constant remodeling of e v e r y t h i n g ..anyway lol) .

Nanebae is also the collective name of the mountain range that takes up most of the middle of the continent, though many individual mountains will have their own names as well. Due to how mountainy and interrupted it is, not many people live there, and also not many people are too interested in the land. Though it used to belong to the elves, it was sold many years ago so that the elves could fund some of the things they were working on to ‘further the elven species’, so it’s currently owned by an outside government of another country to the south. It’s commonly thought of as an in between point, despite how large the land is, it’s conceptualized as more of a place between places, that you may stay for a while but you’re likely heading somewhere else. There are many inns and food places and touristy things, and A TON of trade routes and stuff where food or goods are transported back and forth (since Nanebae is right in the middle of the three major countries of the area), but doesn't have many actual homes and hardly any actual cities, mostly just scattered trade towns and rural communities. Most all traffic in Nanebae is people coming to or from the Elven lands (and sometimes vampire lands but… they don’t really have many outsiders) from Asen.

There’s not much of a government or enforcing body around Nanebae, due to the low population, lack of people who actually settle down there, and the fact that it’s technically owned by an outside group who don’t live on the land themselves. Most law enforcement or people who decide things about the land are sent from other places, such as a few ‘watchers’ from the Fanyin Elves to keep tourists safe and ensure quality of their travel, and some government workers sent overseas from the country that actually technically owns the land.

Otherwise, it’s mostly people looking out for themselves, and there’s no official president or anything, and if something legal has to occur it’s usually moved to larger courts in Asen or Fanyin (like if you had a land dispute with your neighbor and you couldn’t work it out in just the council of the other few people in your community and you actually wanted to sue them or something, you’d probably have to travel to somewhere else for them to take care of that).

Though it would be thought that this would make the land a good area for crime, and sometimes it is, the few groups that live there do harshly protect their lands, so if outside people come looking to just do crime and get away with it, they’re often confronted/attacked/punished by fierce civilians themselves rather than any law enforcement body (kind of like a "Hey there fucko you think you can just come into MY lands and use them for whatever weird shit you want to do??? not gonna happen lmao, how about you and the three people who work on a farm with me go have a little chat,,, you know the good thing about not having laws is it works both ways,, you think anyone here is gonna do shit right now if we kill you? that there’s some sort of court we’re going to 'fairly’ try you in before we rip your limbs off? get away from that person you’re trying to rape and get the hell out of my country right now before we show you how a society without laws is allowed to handle criminals like you, there’s no police to protect you here, bitch! " sort of thing).

So Nanebae in general is kind of just in a weird situation as a country, it's very "anything goes". Over 60% of the people there at any given time are just travelers or tradesmen on their way to somewhere else or to popular merchant cities and trading points in the area. And out of the small amount of permanent residents, its usually a pretty mixed bag.

Of course there are many elves since the entire continent used to be ran by them, but they're usually rogue elves escaped from Fanyin, or ones who never even were a part of the Fanyiniri in the first place because their group split off from them long ago before they started all this dictatorship stuff. A few Avirre'thel that never went with the rest of their people back to Navyete and have been chilling since the early days when they first got kicked out of Fanyin, and maybe some Jhevona who originally came to the area to help the vampires in wars against the elves but didn't like how cold Navyete was so they settled down in the warmer part of the continent, even though it's really rocky, etc. And because it's such a traversed area, you of course get tons of random people, children who are going to be sold to the black market in Fanyin and end up escaping whilst on the trade route and going to hide in the woods, random people from thousands of miles away who are fleeing responsibility and drawn to a place that's so diverse and unstructured that they don't think they'll ever be found there, merchants who fall in love with one of the permanent residents who works at an inn along a trade route and they end up staying around for good, etc. etc.

But despite this each community generally has good unity, despite them all coming from different walks of life usually and generally any trade city (or even small residential towns in the middle of nowhere) being made up of completely random people who wouldn't have had much in common otherwise, the general sense of lawlessness and lack of care that any outside group has for Nanebae kind of fosters a stronger group mentality for people to take care of each other and give out free medical care and take criminals into their own hands and etc. etc. The people just create their own structure, regardless of whether outside governments give them aid or invest in their infrastructure or etc. or not, they'll do it all themselves, together.

(Though like obviously there is some outside interference. The random country from the south that actually owns the place does use the land for resources mining (they've attempted to collect tax from the citizens or like, tell them to follow their country's religion and kings and etc. but everyone in Nanebae was just like "You guys live like 300 miles away, what the fuck are you gonna do about it? have you ever even set foot here? if you want to enforce laws upon us then actually come the fuck over here and do it, cowards." to which the royalty of the country was just like 'okay... uh.. allright just keep doing your thing I guess as long as you don't bother our resources.. have a good day"),

and of course Fanyin can't keep it's grubby little elven hands out of shit so you see Fanyiniri soldiers and stuff along trade routes a lot to protect their cargo or just hassle random locals when they feel like going on a power trip (though, again, the locals are very out for one another and have been known to kick the complete shit out of an elven guard lmao, like... your laws don't apply here, fuck off ),

and Navyete has positive relations with the area in the sense that occasionally groups in Nanebae will come to ask something of the Council (like asking for money to repair damaged bridges or medics to help at a local village or etc.) and they pretty much always offer help to them. Especially with court cases and stuff (like out of all the outside legal systems someone in Nanebae could go to, Navyete would be the best choice since the Avirre'thel legal system is generally very fair and forgiving and un-corrupt, Asen would probably be second since they're pretty good but because of all the huge cities there and what a broad area it is there is some corruption with local merchants or politicians tampering in things, Fanyin (& Mippya by extension) would be the absolute worst because all of their laws are conditional on what class you fit into so you get shit like 'murder is technically legal if the murderer was higher class than the victim, no other context needed" bhb)

Likewise Asen is usually open to helping people in Nanebae, though they can tend to be a bit more busy and bogged down with their own problems since Asen is such a populated area with like multiple global cities and etc. to worry about.

SO ANYWAY, like.. it's not like the surrounding areas refuse to have any contact with Nanebae or anything, they're not ENTIRELY on their own, it's just that like.. largely they very much function that way and still handle most of their local laws and etc. entirely internally without any realm form of centralized government or etc. in the area. )

The high mountain areas of Nanebae are also a common area for outcast or hunted elves to live. It’s not uncommon for the Elven Government to come after it’s own people, usually for stupid shit like ‘you went on international TV and talked shit about your own people’ (basically 'you said something factual’) or ‘you wrote a history book that accurately portrayed how much we’ve fucked with everyone else, especially the vampires, and we are definitely in the wrong about it but how dare you point that out and Attempt To Tarnish Our Beautiful Reputation UwU’. Though some of them flee into vampire lands as they feel more protected there, many feel they’d rather stay on their own or in small groups with each other, and utilize a lot of the seemingly uninhabitable landscape, usually with magic , to make very hidden areas they can live in peace.

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Fanyin & Mippya :

Previously all of which was just one country named ‘Vanyen’, before language changes made by the elves (like the V becoming F) , and the addition of their newest country Mippya. Fanyin (or ‘Vanyen’) about 18,000 years ago used to cover most all of present day Navyete as well, as in ancient times the land was just either Vanyen or Yansha Vanyen (New Vanyen), with the Nanebae mountains in the middle. Now it’s much smaller as elves have sold or “”””””graciously given away”””””” their lands to various people and governments, but the land of Fanyin (and Mippya) is still prosperous.

(side note: The Avirre'thel, mostly in protest to the new form of Fanyiniri government and the changes made by the elves in the past 15,000 years or etc., generally will refuse to call the land 'Fanyin', and still call it 'Vanyen' (or will call it 'Fanyin' in a derogatory or sarcastic way), and also generally don't recognize Mippya as it's own country. )

Mippya is a newer separation, only established in the past 800 years, mostly as land for foreigners*. The Fanyin elves are very welcoming (or at least like to give the illusion that they are), and rely a lot on their image. They love spreading their culture and beliefs and systems to as many people as possible, and wanted a more exclusive area where foreign individuals are doubly welcome, where there is adequate housing and signs in multiple major languages and better things in place to make others feel at home (so they can get that sweet sweet tourist money to support the extravagant lifestyles of the government workers while over half of the population dies in cramped underground prisons basically.. i mean.. uh,,, because they uh,, they 'love to share their culture and definitely value tourists very much').

This is also thought to be part of their whole thing about spreading the elven way of life and etc. and maintaining high public image of elves being benevolent and superior and positive, kind of as if the whole land were a giant advertisement for the elven people (at least those within the alliance). They want to be seen well, and they want the public's only idea of them to be like 'those perfect people who live in complete paradise', so part of the entire purpose of Mippya is also kind of just like, "Hey foreigners, come over here to these vacation lands specifically catered to you and see how great we are!! Look at how luxurious and clean and perfect everything is!! Support the elves, by the way.. I mean just look at the prosperity we bring to everything we touch!" etc.

(( *This is similar to the original purpose of when they first separated off Navyete (or ‘Naviyethe’ at the time). It was supposed to be a nice property where they could build a lot of fun things, since they saw the northernmost Fanyin lands as cold and gross and inferior, not as Beautiful, and they had plans to reshape the landscape with their magic and etc. But this was just around the time that the Avirre'thel retaliated against them for some prior antics, burning three of the major cities in Fanyin among other things, so they totally dropped the project to instead rebuild their cities and focus on starting a shitty pseudo war with the vampires, and ALSO were investing a lot in Asen at the time, so they just left it. Additionally, they kind of also recognized that their plans to reform the landscape and change the climate wouldn’t have worked on a broad scale anyway, even with their very strong inherent magics, they wouldn't have the power to do that unless they called on like a group of ancient demons to help or something which They’re Not The Nasty Vampires so they would never even dream of doing something as awful as communicating with The Bad Ole’ Demons lol. So after all their plans for the land falling through, Navyete was literally just empty land for a long time that elves hated** and were afraid to go into because they saw some mysterious creatures there this one time. Mippya is like them trying the same thing again, except under better circumstance, and also using their Already Best Land, rather than trying to modify existing land into a different climate))

(**thus, despite them framing it as a generous sacrifice out of sheer Elven Kindness, they were actually pretty glad to give it all away to the Avirre'thel because they just saw it as stupid shit land that they could never do anything with since it's just cold barren ice lands or rocky mountainy woods, and apparently no elf would ever want to live in such a place. They were just like 'oh thank god, now the fucking vampires can deal with trying to make this idiot land inhabitable and we don't have to think about it anymore' lol)

Mippya is the Fanyiniri government's biggest project to date (it's kind of where they put all their money and resources once they realized that their investment in Asen wasn't working out because Asen wanted to establish it's own government rather than just being an extension of Fanyin), and it is like, extremely beautiful and likely one of the most idyllic places on the entire continent of Aviinine. I guess it would be kind of equivalent to if a theme park or whatever spanned an entire country? Like everything is extremely maintained, pristinely upkept, to the point that even "wilderness" areas or "natural" parts of the land have a strange artificiality about them. It's generally very modern and clean but also pretty "artisan" looking, in that there's flowers climbing up like every wall, elaborate colorful wall murals, bright patterned stone walkways, elaborately designed silk curtains in every window, etc. etc.

It's also very technologically advanced generally, with almost every single element of the country being run by specialized magical technology unique to the Fanyinri (or not really, but I'll explain all that later when I talk more about them, their utilization of magical technology is one of the main things that brought them to power as a group in the first place, and now what they're most known for, though they didn't necessarily invent it themselves lol). So many things are magically automated (doors open by themselves, etc.) and also just many weird things exist, like being able to ride around on floating platforms and restaurants where the food seems to make itself, etc.)

The reason many people consider Mippya to be an extension of Fanyin rather than a country of itself is just because, like.. it functions that way? Mippya does have it's own government and 'elected president' but, usually the people who run the place just coincidentally end up being close connections of elven royalty in Fanyin lol. Mippya also has different laws than Fanyin does, and a different legal system than Fanyin, but any important case (or just something that the royal class in Fanyin might have an invested interest in) usually ends up being exported to being handled in the Fanyin courts instead because "Mippya doesn't haven enough legal resources, as a small country ; ) " , or etc.

Additionally, Mippya itself basically produces like.. nothing, and has no resources or exports, and basically just pulls in money from tourism industry type things and different attractions for outsiders. There's not even a native population of Mippya (aside from tourists who settle down permanently and vacation forever or whatever like how it is when some people retire), or any jobs for outsiders in Mippya (aside from opening your own shops or bringing business there.. but like you can't get a local job that you didn't create yourself, it mysteriously just lacks a local population and local economy, as if it doesn't really even exist outside of the tourist shops and attractions, there's not much evidence of non-tourist housing or local traditions or family owned small businesses or something.).

Which is because most everything in Mippya is exported directly from Fanyin.. The resources for the magical energy used there are gathered and produced by people (usually prisoners) in Fanyin, the staff who work in shops in Mippya are not native to the area (like they pretend to be) but are just working class children trained from a young age and brought from Fanyin, all resources for building and etc. are harvested by laborers in Fanyin and brought to Mippya, etc. The only exception to this is that there is plenty of farms and food produced in Mippya, mostly double utilized as a tourist attraction ("Come see the happy local farmers pick apples! Look at the culture! they've definitely lived here their entire lives for generations and weren't just shipped here a few months ago! wow! want to buy some fresh picked apples? you're so connected to nature!"), and the ones that aren't "touristy farms" are generally kept in the hidden part of the country where tourists/outsiders aren't allowed (most of Mippya is open but maybe like 30% of the land or so is basically blocked off from all outsiders since it's stuff they don't want them to see, similarly to how no outsiders are allowed in most regions of Fanyin either, and anyone who enters the country is extremely controlled in where they're allowed to go).

So anyway, Mippya is generally very cool and amazing and a great touristy place for outsiders to go and get a taste of luxury and how great elven culture is, but there's also some controversy about it not even really being it's own country and kind of just being like.. a giant country sized amusement park owned by Fanyin that only gives the illusion of being independent, considering that it's entire native population and resources and culture are pretty much just manufactured by Fanyin. But considering that the elven alliance (which Fanyin is a major part of) is one of the most dominant political forces in the world, and journalists generally aren't allowed to investigate anything that might make them look bad, Mippya has been widely successful in raising positive sentiment for the elven people (and making Fanyin a lot of money), as people generally just go there and have a fantastic time and don't ask too many questions lol.

Now about Fanyin,,

In northernmost Fanyin the farther up you go, the more “”disagreeable”” people you will find (aka.. elves that speak out against various systems in Fanyin , or who are “disgraceful citizens” by elvish standards). There isn’t really a solid border between north and south Fanyin, but there is a big forest, with many many many signs saying things like “Keep out! It is too cold up here, and very easy to get lost in these woods!” or etc. and a pretty reasonably sized group of guards making sure people don't sneak in who aren't supposed to be there (like normal elves fleeing from cities or something). Pretty much the only people who are here are troublemakers that the government doesn't feel like dealing with but has some reason they can't simply be killed (like they're the son of a noble or something), or those who are too disabled, old, or young, to really get much use out of labor-wise, but they also don't want to make themselves look bad by killing children or people with disabilities or etc..

Most often it's like children or etc. who are being too disruptive in school despite discipline (thus too unruly to be placed into typical societal labor roles), who are too ugly or weird (by elven standards) to sell off to some forigner for marriage or whatever, don't have enough magic to simply be killed and have their soul harvested for energy, and who are too unskilled to be purchased by nobles as entertainment or servants and etc., so since there's no productive use to them and people can tend to get angry if they find out about you killing kids, they usually just , out of "Mercy and kindness" , send them like, up into the snowy woods to randomly fend for themselves with all the other "useless" folk who aren't capable of serving a concrete purpose to the government (though of course the propaganda assures the population that they're merely being sent to live in nice apartments in the north with caretakers who will help them "outgrow their difficulties", as obviously it'd look bad if they were like "yeah we just threw them into a pile of snow in the woods and said 'good luck'" lol).

Usually by the time you're an adult you've been through "schooling" and already have been assigned your role in society, so it's more rare for adults to get sent there (it's also much more acceptable to randomly kill unruly adults or send them to prison than it is to do the same with children), so typically people are brought to the woods as children, since early childhood is usually when the staff at the boarding school education centers would begin to pick up on the traits of students, and weed out the ones that they can tell just "aren't going to be successful".

So most of northernmost Fanyin is just small rural villages or tiny shacks in cold wooded areas. It’s mostly empty land with a very scattered population, and not many modern things. Usually people are just left in the dividing woods and told to keep going north, so it's totally random when and where they'd end up stopping to settle down. Some stay at the egde of the woods for a few days crying and asking to be let back in until eventually they realize they guards aren't going to help them and they just wander out somewhere (though occasionally the guards sneak them food, or even try to take the children home with them, but it's something a guard can lose their job and be sent to the prisons (or killed) for so most of them have to just stay stoic about it.).

It’s common for people to live together who are not family (like two random 10 year olds come across each other in the deep woods and pair up because the’re both scared, then someone who’s like 18 happens to find them and starts travelling with them as well, to keep them safe, etc etc. Kind of how small groups and communities start. It’s rare for a whole family to be sent all at once into northern Fanyin, it’s usually just scattered individuals. Most all small villages in northern Fanyin are made up of elves who were once complete strangers or just happened to come across each other somehow in the woods looking for food or a safe place to sleep. There are even some pretty settled areas, small self-sufficient towns with like 100 town members, who regularly send out scouts back to the main gate area, to kind of wait around for new people to be sent into the woods and welcome them when they get there, telling them "don't be scared, I can bring you back to a place where we have food and everything and you can live with us", but even despite this some people don't trust the already established towns and would rather fend for themselves and just build themselves a cabin and live alone for the rest of their lives, or just out of bad luck some end up never crossing paths with anyone and dying alone in the snow unable to hunt food for themselves or etc.

The middle of the country pretty much exclusively houses boarding schools (children are not raised by their families, they're usually taken straight from hospitals upon being born and directly into large schooling centers where they'll be raised by staff and taught skills and etc., rarely ever even leaving the grounds of the facility once until they're about 14-15 and can be assigned a societal role based on the personality traits and skills they've displayed and enter the labor force), so this is where all children live basically. You will rarely see a child in the southern part of Fanyin unless they belong to upper classes or royalty, as a majority of children aren't allowed to leave to the broader world until they're at least young teens. The middle of the country also houses most of Fanyin's prison facilities, though obviously they're kept separate from the schools. This is mostly because there are more natural resources in the middle of the country, so it makes sense for the people doing most of that type of labor (prisoners) to be located closest to their work.

Though of course because it's the Fanyiniri, everything still looks incredibly nice and clean and decorated, even prisons have flowers growing on the ceilings and etc. (since they don't call them prisons at all, and instead frame them as just alternative housing centers for at risk citizens), and the school facilities are always beautiful. Despite all this decoration though, it still is probably the most barren and boring part of the country (aside from the north I guess), since there aren't any actual cities, businesses, housing, etc. It's like.. JUST a bunch of school centers a few miles apart each, and a bunch of prison facilities on the other side pretty evenly spaced out near mining operations and stuff. There's barely even any roads since the only places you'd be going are schools or prisons, and it's pretty much empty land aside from this.

Further down to south Fanyin , you will find beautiful examples of traditional elvish architecture, well kept streets and homes and city buildings, and happy elves prepared to welcome you to their great lands. Modern luxuries and technology and beautifully landscaped constantly maintained areas. Governmental and official districts are mostly located in south Fanyin, along with most areas for the richest elves, and the closed off spaces exclusively for the royalty. In the main city areas there are plenty of businesses and a lot of nice clean professional centers, alongside bright cities and homes for the foreigners and higher middle class elves, and then a few smaller (still well maintained) communities for lower class elven workers kind of farther away.

The nicer homes are closer to the main cities in Mippya, "lower class" people usually live farther out because they have to live in sections based on classification, and thus may have to travel farther for work (at least for the ones that get assigned homes, many of the primary worker class can get taken to prison over very minor things so that the government has an excuse to not pay them for labor but, usually some of the workers can live in homes, especially higher level ones (idk i can elaborate Fanyiniri societal levels and etc. later but, for now just know, while there are homes for average people in these places, there’s really not as many as you’d expect there to be, as most of the living conditions and areas for workers are tightly closed off from the touristy side of things and kept out of view so nobody suspects anything bad may be going on (or moreso, just so they don’t have to see it face to face)). Farms are usually after these communities, right outside the border of cities but still close for local produce and ease of transport.

The ‘public’ (those who are non-native to Fanyin, and even some natives) is only allowed in specific areas of cities and specific cities themselves, usually larger southern cities where royalty and business mingle. Smaller towns of workers and etc. outside of cities or more in the middle of the country generally are barred from outsider access. Despite a majority of the land in Fanyin being blocked from anyone ever seeing it, it's still largely neatly maintained. Obviously if people's government assigned housing was just shitty moldy shacks or something, the people would be more likely to rebel against the royal class, so even in lower classification areas everything still follows the typical elven style of being clean and perfect with flowers everywhere and beautiful clean streets and etc. Though it's definitely amplified in city areas that outsiders are allowed, as they have to show off more for them lmao, it's still present even in the more rural private areas for workers.

Similar to Mippya, Fanyin has practically no un-maintained land. There are some rural not-close-to-any-major-city farms kind of in the middle south of Mippya near it’s border with Nanebae, but even those are still looked over. There’s no extra land or unkept country backroads, literally everywhere is constantly landscaped and perfected, even areas that appear to be empty natural open space are not, they’ve just been manicured to look that way. The elven cultural focus on beauty and perfection and image and ignoring or pushing aside all bad to immediately replace with ‘good’ has kind of led to a surreal hyper maintenance of everything.

Everywhere is supposed to look perfect. Abandoned homes are immediately attended to within the week, and either torn down or cleaned up and resold to a new property owner. People can be evicted from their homes/businesses/properties or punished if they don’t keep up with the standards and Guidelines Of Property Ownership, which mostly outlines things about maintaining the area and keeping it Beautiful at all times.

There are also no open lands left that aren’t monetized or turned into something touristy in some way. If there’s a forest in the middle of nowhere, they immediately fence it off, clean it up, give it a name, add some park benches and some bathrooms and luxuries, and proclaim to everyone ‘Here’s the new nature park!! Isn’t it beautiful? Come visit!!’ , like basically nothing is left alone and despite the size of the land there is no ‘Wilderness’ necessarily. All 'wilderness' is really just areas maintained to "look natural yet still beautiful" and is owned/monetized by the government (probably as a tourist attraction of some sort) . Of course Northern Fanyin is the only exception to this, past the dividing forest there is nothing but unkept wilderness lol. But everything to the south of that is meticulously maintained.

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Asen:

previously ‘Yansha Vanyen’ (or ‘New Vanyen’), before it was shortened into Asen by foreigners (and the elves who talked to the foreigners) a long time ago when it first was growing as a major area. 7 out of 10 of the biggest cities on the continent are in Asen, mostly around the coast.

Asen’s cities are very similar to many of the more Global or International cities in the supernatural realm, with usually a highly mixed group of different people and business from all different species and countries and realms kind of coming together for good business opportunities or the amount of resources and things there and etc. A very different and much more diverse and modern culture, when compared to more specialized or group specific areas (like lands predominantly inhabited by just one species or etc). Usually have many different styles of buildings and stores and restaurants (unlike places like most cities in Navyete for example, where the building style is very specific, restaurants are mostly specialized in vampiric food, etc.) and provide access to many things you wouldn’t find in more specialized or group specific cities/countries.

You can still see heavy elven influence in some of the architecture and city planning, and elves (though really only groups with in the elven alliance) still hold a lot of political and financial control over most major cities in Asen, as they originally were the ones who put so much into building the cities and making them popular. But today, the Fanyiniri are not the majority population of the major cities of Asen, and are much less involved than they used to be, now focusing more on their own lands and tourism to places like Mippya.

Though elves (mostly of Fanyiniri origin) are the largest group of the population that inhabit the lands in rural areas outside of the major international cities. With again, a few small pockets of vampires or demons or humans or other groups, but mostly fanyin elves. Also this is one of the few places that other races and cultures and groups of elves live as well, coming back to these lands to live in the major cities of Asen after splitting away from the elves of Fanyin in the past, and living in other areas. These elves are usually quite different in appearance and culture from the Fanyin Elves, but are still recognized as members of the broad elven species. Though a few may like visit Fanyin or something they usually don’t stay long because they “feel oddly unwelcome there”, so major cities of Asen are still like the only places on the continent you can really find other types of elves rather than just the Fanyiniri.

Because of all the global cities and trade and etc., Asen is the most diverse country in the entire continent (with Nanebae being second, Mippya being 3rd (if we count it as a country, since the population is mostly foreign tourists), Navyete being fourth, and Fanyin being last).

The government in Asen is generally pretty good to it's citizens, kind of in the middle I guess. Navyete would probably have the most freedoms and comforts (free healthcare, housing, food, everyone has a lot of rights and the people have an extremely heavy say in any law that is passed and etc., a mostly collective community based government by the people, even though they do have the council member families, they mostly serve as negotiators and diplomats and people who help communicate the competing needs of the different groups and provide structure, rather than people who actually have the ultimate final say in anything), Nanebae could be good or bad depending on your view (it's also pretty collective and everyone has a say but also very uncentralized and with little infrastructure often leading to resource struggles or inability to handle larger scale things when needed, though there are no actual laws so for people who value absolute freedom above all else it could be worth it, though you're still beholden to the "laws" of the people in your local community and they'll beat the shit out of you if you go around stealing or something lol), Fayin & Mippya are obviously the worst for reasons that have probably already been gone through in the text lol, rights being entirely class based and the government (royal families) having complete control of everything in the most oppressive and unhelpful way possible, while also being as corrupt and financially motivated as possible, etc. So Asen obviously isn't as bad as Fanyin, but may also not be as beneficial for the people as somewhere like Navyete.

To explain it in a very very simplified way, basically, there are 16 established districts in Asen, which are pretty large and are meant to have an even number of people in them (1 million people per district). Every 8 years the people will vote to elect a leader for their district, then all 16 of those leaders work together on making important decisions about other parts of the government or handling concerns of the people and etc. everyone has pretty good rights, especially since there are multiple global cities in Asen, meaning there are like probably at least 100 different species groups there at any time, all with different background and needs and etc., so there's a definite focus on people being treated equally and fairly. But due to all the massive cities and business and etc. in the area, there are still plenty of opportunities for corruption (merchants trying to influence things in their own interest, etc.), and despite trying to allocate some resources to help, there can be issues with economic inequality and people (especially outside of the main cities) living in pretty poor conditions. Law enforcement is also pretty varied, so in some areas there may be way too much of it (everyone living under really tight controlled and restrictive rules), and others there not being enough of it (people being able to like trade illegal goods or beat children out in the open with nobody doing anything about it). Asen is a "newer: country, as it hasn't been too long since the Fanyiniri let them develop on their own, so especially due to the massive population, there's still a lot of things they have to balance and work out.

Otherwise though it's a pretty good place to live, especially in terms of having such a wide variety of occupations, lifestyles, and educational environments available. Additionally if you're a member of a persecuted species or just part of a rare group who wants to be able to like.. not be attacked by random people, some of the global cities are a good place to go where you'll be fairly protected and safe (though some people who collect blood or bodies or rare species tend to loiter around global cities for this reason, so you'll still have to look out a little bit lol). Especially anyone looking to start a business, as Asen is a really primary place for trade and exchange of various goods, especially in the cities around the coast, where there's easy connection to other continents in Nanyevimi. So aside from a few housing/income problems and the government being kind of weird and not really figured out uniformly yet, it's a decent global and business/trade minded place to live (certainly much better than some of the other places you could choose to settle down on the continent lol).

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CLIMATE/WEATHER IN NAVYETE

Despite going over the other areas in the region, this post is still about the Avirre'thel and their land lol! So lastly I'll just put a little bit about the weather there and stuff, since I guess that's also related when speaking about land. I'll go over some of this more when I make a post about their holidays and calendar (like specifically how many days are in seasons and what they're called and etc.), but here this will just be pretty broad. (also, I know absolutely nothing about climate/weather and what the official names for these climate types would be called or if they can all exist next to each other or etc. etc. , this is just how I imagine their country being... it's.. a fantasy realm.. just pretend it all makes sense lol)

Pretty much anywhere in Navyete is going to be... very cold lol, but there are some differences between parts of the country. (also sorry I use Fahrenheit instead of Celsius lol, it's just easiest to use what I already know when writing things like this really quick rather than looking up conversions). Also I'm going over three areas as if they're all entirely distinct, but obviously there are like transitional areas between them and etc. , it doesn't just go sharply from one to the other as soon as you pass some arbitrary land line or something lol.

Southern Navyete has the most variation in weather, it can actually get up to like 75F in the warmer parts of the year (though it hardly ever goes above that), and in the coldest parts of the year can get down to about 10F, or sometimes in the negatives (but rarely). The average temperature usually ranges from about 20F - 55F, give or take it being like 10 - 15 degrees colder or hotter depending on season (Navyete doesn't really have much of a fall or spring, even in the south they really only distinguish like 'vaguely warm-ish season' and 'colder season' (basically like if somewhere just had summer and winter, with just short transitional periods in between)). Warm seasons in southern Navyete are usually pretty rainy and humid, and they get a good amount of snow in the winter (maybe 2 - 4 feet every other week or more on average), but not as much as they get in the middle of the country. The forests here are also less dense, and there's more plant variety than there is up further where barely anything grows due to the cold, especially since the snow actually fully melts here and there are some short times of year it's not on the ground. It's also generally flatter with some decent land for farming in the short period of warmer months, as the mountains that run through the middle of the continent kind of curve more around a lot of southern Navyete, so it's not as rocky and uneven as the ground in some of the rest of the country is.

In the middle of Navyete it's usually just pretty snowy uneven land with mostly just thick forests of cold hardy trees and a few other plants. It usually doesn't go much above 60F in the warmer season (though it can be 65 sometimes, maybe), and can get to -10 in the coldest seasons, but average temperature most of the time is around 10F to 35F, give or take some depending on the season. They usually get 3 - 8 feet of snow when it does snow, and even though it snows less often here than it does in the south, the snow and ice tends to stay around longer (since it just doesn't usually get warm enough for it to melt, even in 'summer'), so despite the longer period between snows, because of how much they get and how cold it is, there is snow or ice or something on the ground basically all year around. The snow in the south is also usually more in shorter bursts, but in the middle of the country it can snow for multiple days sometimes.

In northernmost Navyete there aren't as many trees or plants, it's pretty much just barren mountainy snow lands. The ground is permanently covered in snow and ice and deeply frozen all year around and really doesn't change very much at all. It doesn't really ever go above 35F in the warmer months and can get down to -45F or more in the colder months. The average temperature is usually -20F to maybe 10F or 20F or so, give or take a little depending on the season, but a lot of the time it's pretty low or in the negatives. It doesn't snow as much as other places and is a pretty dry area in terms of not having much precipitation of any kind, but there are fairly occasional snow storms where it snows for days with harsh winds and will end up accumulating like 10 - 12 or more extra feet of snow on top of the already always snowy frozen layer of ground. It can also sometimes seem like it's snowing when it's not, because it's fairly windy there, and the surface layer of snow can end up blowing around and making it seem like the snow is moving.

On the northern coast and beaches (and islands off the coast) it can be a bit warmer, but is still pretty icy and snowy. It's pretty much the same as what I wrote for the rest of northernmost Navyete, but is maybe about 10F - 15F degrees warmer on average. They also get more snowfall generally, and the coasts are probably the windiest place in all of Navyete. The ocean around the islands and on the coast and etc. is generally at least partially covered in a thin layer of ice for much of the year, and is completely covered in a layer of ice in the coldest months. People are still able to do different types of fishing and harvest things here though.

(also, it's pretty windy in Navyete as a whole (though it's most windy in the northen coast and other northernmost areas), so it often feels colder than it is because of wind chill and blowing ice/snow into your face and shit lol)

They used to have slightly warmer summer months in Navyete when they first arrived there (like, it still got just as cold as it always does, but it used to warm up more in the summer, so they'd have long cold winters but would at least have decent summers that can thaw stuff), but for whatever reason summer seems to just get colder over time (obviously not dramatically, it's not like they used to have 100F degree summers and now it's gone down to like 30F degree warm months, but over the past 15,000 years or so summers have gotten like 10F - 15F degrees cooler than they used to be, even in the northernmost areas).

Also, just for reference Navyete is considered the coldest place in Aviinine as a whole. Though in some parts of Northern Fanyin and Nanebae and Asen you may see temperatures closer to those in Southern Navyete, it's generally warmer in the more southern parts of the continent. Though Aviinine as a whole is still pretty far north so it would really never get too hot or anything, it can be a bit more moderate and warm with more seasonal variation in the lower parts. In places like southern Asen and Mippya and lower Nanebae it can get to maybe 30F or 35F in the colder parts of the year, and is generally around 70F or 80F in the warmer months, with it usually being like 55F to 70F on average. On the southern coastal areas you may even find like prolonged 75 - 85 degree weather or something with actual summer months, but again it'd be rare for it to EVER be over 90F or 100F or something. In northern Fanyin and Asen and upper Nanebae (especially in the high parts of the mountains) it does often snow and they have reasonably cool winters, but definitely not to the degree seen in Navyete.

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*(Now a tiny bit about the aforementioned language changes that went into naming stuff :

(note: I'm of course planning to make an actual updated post about Avirrekava specifically and like go over basic sentence structure and how to pronounce their language and etc. etc., but this is mostly just old text that I wrote like over a year ago as part of the original post about the different countries, because I wanted to explain why the names of the countries had changed lol, so this is really just a short simple language difference explanation, rather than an actual in depth look at Avirrekava itself or etc.)

A majority of Avirre'thel natively speak Avirrekava (their own language), but they additionally may know other languages, like some of the various jhevona languages of from the main cultures of humanoid demon that now live in Navyete. Many of them have some form of understanding of some ancient elvish words, given that that is where Avirrekava originated from, and the vampirirc language is actually more similar to ancient elvish than ancient elvish is to modern elvish**. And some Avirre'thel (especially those in government or business jobs) may also know or have knowledge of modern Elvish too (mostly referencing specifically Fanyiniri elvish), as due to the influence of the Fanyiniri in the areas around Navyete, it’s one of the most common trading languages in areas like Asen and Nanebae.

(**like with many things, the Avirre'thel pretty much in a lot of ways are more similar to ancient elves overall than the current day elves (specifically the Fanyiniri) are, due to lifespans and the rate of evolution of culture. Like there are still some Avirre'thel alive today that natively spoke ancient elvish, and likely remember the first hundreds of years the vampires were even around, whereas no elves from that time exist, not even the great great great great grandparent of the oldest living elf was around at that time. The elves forget things and introduce new things and move on from historical periods much quicker than vampires do, since due to the not aging thing, time just kind of almost moves slower for the Avirre'thel. Similarly to other extremely long living species, they kind of just operate on a different scale)

Jhevona in Navyete usually know more languages than vampires, due to having many of their own languages as well. Though the Avirre'thel do place a focus on usually making an effort in school and etc. to learn multiple languages, many of them may just know like, Avirrekava (vampiric, native language of all vampires and main language used on everything in Navyete), probably modern Elvish, maybe some form of Jhevona language depending on their job, etc. Whereas Jhevona usually know like, their native cultural language and possibly one or two other demonic languages (vampires are a very homogeneous group at this point as they’ve hardly spread out (and even when they did once they all,, came back together eventually lol), but many other species like demons/jhevona have A LOT of different cultural groups and sub-species and different variations to their culture and etc. so it’s not uncommon for Jhevona to speak a few of the niche distinct demonic languages that there are, some culturally mixed Jhevonacities may have like 4-5 different languages from different groups spoken all at once, so depending on where they lived before moving to Navyete the person may already know like, multiple languages just from growing up) , then they’d likely learn Avirrekava , probably Elvish as well, etc. etc.

So like, average for a native vampire would be maybe 2 - 4 languages, many demons in the area know like, 5 - 7 or more lol

And now more about the actual language changes referenced in the part about the different countries:

So, I don’t have much planned out in terms of languages yet (I’m only working on the vampiric language (Avirrekava), the stuff I have for the others is literally like, me working backwards from what I have for Avirrekava (to get Old Elvish) or me working backwards and then forwards again from Avirrekava (for Modern Elvish)) so this is really just an early idea of things, I may still change some stuff (like the writing system or especially some grammar stuff (since I’m really bad at planning grammar lol) or etc.).

But, some of it is relevant in the context of Avirrekava and also in terms of planning places and place names, such as like obviously the places on the map would have names from Old Elvish, or maybe some were modified over the years, or etc etc etc.

SO! anyway

This is one of the short examples I made for myself just as a reference of Old Elvish compared to the modern languages of the vampires and the elves. The sentence is “Thanks. He was probably not reading”. I wasn’t really sure how to write the individual parts, which is explanation for the odd more literal part by part translation at the bottom.

(note: the sentence orders have changed a bit since i originally wrote this, and I also changed what some of the characters in the Avirrekava writing system look like, but for the most part the image below is still accurate enough for it’s purpose, like it shows enough of what I’m attempting to show in terms of comparison, even if no longer exactly correct lol)

(( The structure of all three is mostly the same (at least in this example.. in some others with more complex sentences there are a good deal of grammar differences kind of), which is basically: (The word for thank you) + (The word for ‘He’) + (a base verb for ‘read’ and then the ending that makes it in a past negative tense***) + (a short thing that indicates an unsure or questionable mood to the sentence, used when making uncertain statements or to hint the idea of ‘probably’ ‘maybe’ etc. Instead of having a direct translation for a word like ‘Maybe’, they all use an general uncertainty indication instead ).

(also in this photo I have ‘Q’ written but I actually mean 'k’. Years ago apparently I wanted to find some excuse for them to use a Q for their K sound when , I guess writing 'romanizations’ of their words (like.. whatever it would be called to, not translate it, but just write the sounds of their words with the english alphabet instead of their own), but I just wanted to use Q because I thought it looked cooler lmao but like, practically there would be no actual world lore reason for it so I changed the K sound back to just… being represented by a 'K’ .. but yeah thats why in the photo it foolishly says 'qyevaena’, it should be 'kyevaena’, officially (see… I said… i would probably end up changing things around a million times before settling on stuff lol)) )

*** A note about the verb thing: I don’t know how to describe this or what it would be called in like… advanced official terms, I’m just explaining very basically and I hope it’s understandable lol. Like you start with a main verb (in the above example ‘kye’, for ‘the act of reading’) and it can have six different endings depending on whether it happened or not and when,, so for example if you wanted to make it that he WAS reading, you could instead do : ‘kyevae’ (’-vae’ as an ending meaning: 1. it did happen, and 2. it happened in the past, like past positive, basically “did read”), or like if you wanted to say he WILL read, you would do ‘kyevaeri’ (’-vaeri’ future positive, “will read”), or you could do ‘kyevaeka’ (present negative, “Is not reading’”), and etc etc etc. Anyway I don’t know what this is called or how to talk about it in linguistic terms but I know the listing of ‘”read-wasn’t” possibly seems odd, so this is the simple explanation for why it’s written that way. All these languages have the same sort of mechanism it’s just the actual word for the verb and attached endings vary. )

The previous photo might be too big but I’ll provide smaller more zoomed in examples when I talk about the languages individually.

Here’s close up of old elvish, I don’t have much to say about it since it’s more a comparison (like I would talk more about how the newer languages differ from it than about this language itself, nobody speaks this anymore). The writing is a bit ridiculous because I can’t make cohesive clean looking lines to save my life and my hands are just too shaky and i always draw too sketchy but: 1. just pretend in your head that they're a little bit neater , 2. the ancient elves didn’t write much and their writing system mostly existed for ceremonial or special occasion things, like writing down key moments in history or writing spells or words during an important event or religious celebration or etc. so they can be overly complicated and impractical to write quickly or simply since, they didn’t use them daily and didn’t need to be able to read or write fast, and 3. ancient elves are ridiculous so their writing system can be ridiculous… And those are my excuses for being utterly horrific at text design but still trying to make it make sense in lore lol

(also note, they really wouldn’t even be called ‘Old Elvish’ , ‘Modern Elvish’ and ‘Modern Vampiric’ because elves and vampires don’t even use the term ‘elf’ or ‘vampire’ unless speaking like, with foreigners who have lived in places where they’ve been culturally influenced to refer to them as elves or vampires. Though it is a popular name for them to be called in pop-culture and from outsiders, and they recognize that, they would never actually call their language ‘The Vampiric Language’ or something, I’m just doing that shorthand bc 1. it’s easier for now, and 2. I don’t have a name for their language as a whole yet lmao ( year later update: I do now, it’s named 'Avirrekava’ ) )

Then here’s closer for modern elvish and modern vampiric. I’m going to do them together and just kind of go over differences for both in bullet points

Vampires (Avirre'thel) have lost sounds in their language. Old elvish has stuff like ‘la’, ‘lu’, ‘lo’ and ‘yan’, ‘yin’, ‘yun’ , a lot of which current vampiric has dropped. Also things in old elvish that can be shortened into one sound have been , kind of like ‘ni ye’ just becoming ‘nye’ and ‘vi ye’ becoming ‘vye’ in vampiric. Also old elvish has ‘the’, ‘thi’, ‘thu’, which has been replaced in vampiric (except for in the case of some old family names or city names where it may still be spoken that way) by just plain ‘te’, ‘ti’ , ‘tu’ etc. (though the ‘th’ type sounds can still be made in vampiric, they no longer have separate characters to represent them in the writing system and etc. and they’re kind of not used in the same way anymore but it’s hard to explain lol, like it’s still a doable and minorly common sound combination but it’s… used and written.. differently???? ahhHHHH. I can go over that whenever I make an actual post about it lol)

Modern Elves haven’t lost much, if anything they’ve added things, and changed a few. All of the ‘v’ sounds in old elvish have been changed to ‘f’ sounds (so like ‘viti’ becomes ‘fiti’). They also dropped the idea that every word ends in a vowel, and now have a lot more plain consonants that can be added together in things. Vampires only have 3 independent consonants and they can never be added at the end or beginning of a word, only in between consonant-vowel pairings. Plain consonants don’t exist independently in vampiric or old elvish, and are only there to be added to other things but never alone (though a word can start with a consonant it just has to be in the pairing, like a word could start with the pairing ‘Ka’ but could never start with JUST ‘k’ . You could also take one of their single consonants (h) and add it in the middle of a consonant-vowel pairing (ge) to get 'Ghe', but you could never have something like 'Geh' (since it has to end in a vowel). But modern elvish has adapted away from this feature of ancient elvish and instead has many single consonants you can place wherever you want. And also modern elvish now doubles certain consonants, which both old elvish and vampiric never do (other than ‘Rr’ i guess but idk if that’s even a double as much as it is just rolling out the regular r for a bit longer, but is way different….) In modern elvish you actually pronounce both of them, so ‘Mippya’ wouldn’t be ‘Mee-pya’ it would be ‘Mee-p-pya’, and like ‘Bbani’ wouldn’t be ‘Bah-nee’ it would be ‘B-bah-nee’, almost like someone stuttering or something. Modern elvish doubled consonants like this are something totally unlike anything in old elvish or vampiric (and some Avirre'thel do make fun of this of course lol, they think pronouncing modern elven words like 'Mebbyippine' (meh-b-byi-p-pi-neh) sounds silly like you're trying to beatbox or something).

Elves also have dropped the whole weird middle added consonant thing in their writing system (like, in the word ‘klu’, how it’s actually written ‘L KU’, but it’s understood that the ‘L’ goes in between consonant and vowel in ‘KU’ , making it ‘Klu’. Both old elvish and vampiric use this, like they have a few consonants that you can write before a consonant-vowel pairing, and it’s just understood to go in between them, even multiple (though vampiric only has 3 consonants that can be added like this, so not many), like if the symbols for ‘H’ and ‘Y’ were written directly before the one for ‘Te’, it would be spoken like ‘Thye’, they get added right between ((you can see this in the vampiric text sample where the stuff is written out below the symbols, in ‘vye’ and ‘kye’ it’s actually written like ‘Yke’ and ‘Yve’ but moved in between))). So of course in an effort to simplify their language and writing system, this is one of the first things modern elves got rid of, which also means they’ve modified many words, and in some ways expanded them (like ‘Vla’ would instead be ‘vi la’ so they don’t have to have a consonant in the middle (or actually ‘Fi la’ since they no longer use ‘V’)) .

Vampiric is actually more similar to old elvish than modern elvish is, in terms of words sounding more similar and being written more similarly and etc. Elves have a much much more open culture, and significantly lower life span (they only live 200-300 years whereas vampires can live indefinitely), so things are being cycled out or introduced or changed much faster, and there’s also a wider variety for them to pull from (since they trade everywhere, and integrate other groups into their culture , and are also a larger population meaning that there may be elves in one place who speak one way and elves in another who speak differently, etc.) But vampires are largely closed off, and isolated (and widely disliked due to elven propaganda), and also live much longer (so like someone who spoke a certain way 1200 years ago is… still going to be alive, speaking that way), so there’s not as much change. Though all three of course have distinct similarities (mostly in structure) and differences (mostly in the form of sounds and writing), it’s still the case that vampires can understand old elvish much much easier than they could understand the modern form spoken today, and for those who speak modern elvish, both vampiric and old elvish would seem nearly equally strange to them, though they might have a slightly better understanding of old elvish, they’d be just about the same.

In terms of writing, i guess old elves had a lot more time to just sit and write (writing also wasn’t necessary for communication for them, they only really wrote on special occasion or for artistic things), since their syllable characters (+ a few random consonants lol) are a lot more complicated, whereas both elves and vampires have simplified. Elves writing became more squished (like it would fit perfectly in squares, but old elvish and vampiric could fit in long rectangles (though it can sometimes be stylized as more square)) and more simplistic, but kept a lot of the rounded swirly elements of old elvish. Writing is really one of the only areas that current elvish is actually more similar to old elvish than vampiric, or at least appears to be, as they kept the traditional spirit of elf things, which is to focus on the pleasant, to have things be magical and artistic and interesting looking, to avoid anything that could be considered too harsh or too abrupt, to focus mostly on lightness, and in writing to keep mostly rounded and light very soft swirly looking things. Vampires on the other hand really elongated the writing, and made it jagged and simple. Though the sample alone doesn’t show it really (they have like 80 or so characters in the writing system, much more than is presented above), they do still have some of the swirls and loops of old elvish writing, but in a largely simplified way, and most of the writing is just straight kind of simple looking shapes, with a few curves and loops or jagged points in certain areas. Being able to write quickly and efficiently is important to them, so they didn’t like the idea of all the swirls and etc. Modern Elves’ writing sort of evolved the way it has a little naturally (with some intentional changes), but vampiric writing was mostly deliberately modified, as a simplified and faster to write version of the old elvish writing (at least the characters that they used at the time, some had gone out of use already). Even with loops and such included, there’s hardly any character in vampiric that can’t be written in a single stroke, maybe two or three for some, but the majority can be done very quickly.

ALSO note lol of course there’s various dialects and accents and changes within these languages themselves, but I’m speaking very generally about like their standard language, as it would be used and understood in most all settings broadly.

Okay i think thats mostly all for the language background thats necessary, idk lol i might be forgetting stuff but there’s a vague amount of context for when I speak about places on the map and old names and etc. I really don’t want to like get super heavy into language stuff yet since it’s still the beginning planning part and I still have a lot to work out lmao, I’m only giving what’s like necessary at this point to understand a few of the names I mentioned in reference to locations. Which is.. probably unnecessary since nobody cares about why precisely a country name dropped a vowel or something but, lol.. I love... useless details

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