Heart Covered In Snow

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trigger warnings : hospital tw, kissing tw.

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Melkor  —  eye-rolls, either sleep for the week or sleep is for the weak, great music taste, extremely passionate, smarter than you'd think, abandoned cities, alcohol, doesn't care about opinions, midnight hours, black coffee, hates humanity, cold hands, barely-there eyeliner, sharp smiles, lace-up boots, doesn't like to be told what to do, anger so blinding that you forget where and who you are, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, bad decisions, their words can hit you like a gunshot, the chilling sensation of metal on your skin, sharp claws ready to slash anyone they encounter, shattered antique mirrors, long dark scarves, dark and tousled hair, swallowing hard, a little broken.

Manwë  —  pale white snow, red cheeks, dried flowers that used to be the colour of the sun, quiet half-smiles, sunlight coming through an open window in the morning, hair tucked behind ears, gives the most thoughtful gifts, always neat, sparkly jewellery, beautiful poetry, comforting hugs, light footsteps, kisses on cheeks, a laugh like wind chimes, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, intelligent eyes, collector of small objects, windswept hair, loves their friends with almost an unhealthy amount of loyalty, the colour of the sky at dusk, a crisp autumn breeze, soft hair, gold-flecked souls, the one who is there for you even when you think you don't need them, singing under their breath, smiles as the rain falls down and laughs as their hair lifts in the breeze.

The Pale Dawn:

Quiet, gentle, and peaceful; her pace is slow and steady; her light is a pale glow that grows - you must take the time to sit with her to fully appreciate her beauty; isn’t very active on social media; tentative, like a deer- easy to startle and anxious; a worrier; she sits like patience on a monument; often approaches silent and unnoticed; takes the time to appreciate the little things in life; her pace is slow, and is often perceived as a person who lacks ambition (but remember the hare vs. the tortoise); often appears indecisive while in groups; hates being the center of attention; gives off a glow that permeates the air with peace and comfort; rarely asks for attention; content to live her life without reference to anyone; when comfortable, reveals a colorful personality and wonderful sense of humor; whimsical and charming; prefers to mind her own business; under the radar; has a specific morning ritual; doesn’t like to rush; in tune with nature; has her comfort person, and reveals herself exclusively to this person; talks softly; tries not to take up space (has a hard time accepting that she is allowed to take up space); appears withdrawn but is simply careful with how she spends her energy; surprisingly independent; in her mind exists a deep well of thoughts (which she rarely shares with the class); doesn’t like loud music; hates arguments and will do anything to stop them — including stuffing her own wants and needs; constantly seeking a harmonious environment; is tired out easily by people; retreats when stressed, anxious, or fatigued; easily becomes melancholy; careful and methodical; deceptively easy going; genuinely happy to go with the group; prone to passive aggressive behavior; secretly stubborn; when unhealthy: takes things too personally and makes people walk on eggshells; when healthy: extremely understanding and thinks the best of people; is the most loyal and understanding companion you could ask for; lives in the shades of grey; a soft, warm soul; appears delicate but is strong in spirit; love language: time spent.

Vibes: fairy circles in a meadow in the forest; Wes Anderson films; Hayao Miyazaki, Victorian England; Class: Druid; reading at a quiet coffee shop on the coast; barefoot in a field of flowers; cats curled up in a patch of sunlight

Colors: pastels: mossy green, butter yellow, robin’s egg blue; earth tones

Personality Profiles: Arwen; Hobbits; Elves; element: water; Anne (Persuasion); Master Yoda; Cinderella; Snow White; Hufflepuff; Type 6 and 9; Professor Lupin

Songs: “Kristofferson’s Theme” by Alexandre Desplat; “As Needed” by Beirut

Noonday Sun:

bright, bold, and strong; unflinching and unapologetic in her approach to life; her energy polarizes others like a magnetic force; Powerful: a bulldozer when unhealthy, or a fierce protector when healthy; she has no time for your bullshit; she is who she is; mood swings; loves hard; can be perceived as blunt or harsh: there are no blurred lines, only light and shadow, love and hate; tells things like she sees them, with little to no filter; volume control problems; tends not to catch subtle signals/ appear oblivious to certain social rules; enjoys life to its fullest; excellent at self care; will ignore you if she thinks you’re stupid and your opinions suck; cares about honor, chivalry, and justice; not afraid to make a mess; will break a few eggs to make the omelette; would rather learn first hand by making her own mistakes; jaded by life’s unfairness; a romantic at heart; easily overcome by her feelings, and cannot NOT express them with the same level of emotion she feels; interprets things more literally; unique and stylistic in her view of life; may have difficulty coming to terms with her power/ others have difficulty coming to terms with her power; if you abuse her trust, she’ll never forgive or forget; seeks (and often struggles) to find her own unique path in life; often misunderstood and mistreated; leader of procrastination nation; will invade your space; will take up space, no apologies; her sarcasm often comes off as serious; has savage burns; once you earn her loyalty, she will burn the world down for you; hates fads (is low key hipster, though she hates that too); drowns her feelings of they feel too big; either looks pulled together or pulled apart; will fight like a bulldog for what she believes in; blazing eyes and stubborn chin; hyper fixator; stubborn; she is valuable and loved because of her strength - she is also often pushed away because of it; Loves big; A feeler; vibe checker; love language: physical touch.

Vibes: Medieval times; Arcane (League of Legends); Vikings; the 1980-1990s; Class: barbarian; thunderstorms; late night drives to the beach, windows down music blaring; doc martens

Colors: CMYK

Personality profile: element: fire; Gryffindor; Type 4 and 8; Thor Odinson and Valkyrie; Anakin Skywalker; B’Elanna Torres; Mandalorians; Sirius Black; Ginny Weasley

Songs: “Middle Finger” by Bohnes; “Seize the Power” by YONAKA

Golden Hour:

Soothing, warm, supportive; she knows how to make people feel good about themselves; cares about people and wants them to feel seen and heard; a great listener; popular and friendly; prefers to shine the spotlight as opposed to being in spotlight; supportive of dreams and ideas; often runs out of energy for her own problems because she’s too busy worrying about everyone else’s problems; despises exclusivity- everybody should be included; toxic trait: claims she doesn’t need the credit for her hard work, but becomes resentful if her work is not acknowledged; supportive; when healthy: wise and balanced; when unhealthy: self important and self righteous; understands people/ compassionate; has a hard time being vulnerable; hates being seen as inept/ careful not to make any missteps; feels selfish if she talks about herself for too long; thinks self care means only doing productive things; had difficulty setting boundaries; love language: acts of service; sees the world as a mission field; dry, quick wit; savior complex; excellent at noticing the little things about people that are often overlooked; attention to detail; often thinks her way is the best way; grounded and stable; easy going confidence; prefers a supportive role as opposed to a lead; hard on herself; perfectionist- and often projects that onto others while under stress; has an obsession with how she’s being perceived; she glows with a light that gilts all she touches in gold; struggles with wanting to control everything; committed to a strong belief system; isn’t interested in the theoretical; a servant leader; has trouble sitting still to enjoy the present; thinks she has to do things in order to be worthy of love and attention; the biggest heart you’ll ever see; quick to laugh and smile

Vibes: Joshua Tree at sunset; the Renaissance; The Way, Way Back (film); sunshine breaking through the trees; the afterglow of a core memory being made; a protective hug;

Colors: jewel tones

Personality profile: Phil Coulson; Pepper Potts; Obi Wan Kenobi; class: Paladin; element: earth; Type 1 and 2; The Jedi Order; Captain Janeway; the mom friend; Mon Mothma; Dumbledore;

It's been a long long time since my last private eye/client commission but when I got a chance to get one by @bethfuller I couldn't resist. The idea of this series of commissions is to get two portrait pieces which combined together, like a wraparound cover or two interlocking covers, depict the interior of a private eye's office. The P.I.'s on the left, at his desk, and the client on the right, looking through window blinds. The classic, iconic scene.

So who are the P.I. and the client this time around? For the P.I. Beth was inspired by Fables/The Wolf Among Us's Bigby, and for the client this piece by Brian Stelfreeze I've been obsessed with since I first saw it in Noir Magazine way back in 1995. And as a special treat, Beth agreed to do three different colorings: greyscale, "her" colors (and oh boy, do I love the color schemes she uses in her own art), and "my" neon noir colors (as seen on that poor Brian Stelfreeze piece that deserved better).

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Your brothers best friend has been in love with you ever since you were kids. Silently pining for you and convinced you were creating coincidental run ins for years. What will happen when his car runs out of gas driving you back to campus and you two are stuck all alone?

Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend walks in to your home like it was his. It basically was given he’s been coming around since elementary school for sleepovers. He knows every inch and corner of this place like the back of his hand.

Some might call him an expert on everything to go with your family. But he’d argue he’s an expert on the only thing that matters. You. His best friend’s little sister.

Way back then he was what you’d look at as the trouble kid. Meanwhile your brother was the shiny teachers pet. So naturally their teacher pushed the two together. Thinking your brother might be a good influence or something.

Originally he didn’t plan on sticking around for long. He’d humor the teacher and play along with your parents but it didn’t mean anything. A way to waste time. But then he came over and you offered to share some of your fruit with him.

He’s kinda been gone for you ever since.

“What’re you still going here, freak? Waiting to see me?” He asks you cheekily as he passes you by on the couch from his way in. Reaching down he playfully ruffles your hair and laughs as you try to swat at him.

Just like every week you two go through the same motions. Every time he comes over to see your brother you’re always on the couch. Despite spending most of your time in your room he always finds you here when coming over at the same time every week.

Almost as if you’re waiting for him. At least that’s what he tells himself. Nothing else would make sense based off your college schedule that he’s now since memorized. Even with college courses and work you still somehow make time for him. You must feel the same way.

“You wish! I’m just waiting for my ride to take me back to campus, then I’ll be out of your hair,” you tease back ironically. But your response has his heart dropping into his stomach.

He just got here, you can’t go now. It’s been days since he last raw you, his own work schedule keeping him from dropping everything and following you around like a lovesickfool. He had to provide for you and spoil you somehow.

Leaning over the back of the couch he peers at your profile, noting the way you tense up and purposefully avoid meeting his gaze. Like you’re waiting for him to do something about it. Hoping he gives the reaction you might be craving.

“That’s such a waste when I’m already here. Call ‘em and cancel. I’ll drive you back,” he offers casually while on the inside he’s nearly buzzing out of his skin.

You resist the urge to look over and meet his eye, knowing his face would be way too close to yours if you did. Making it harder to resist him. The idea of him taking you home instead is an intriguing offer. One you can’t help but want to accept despite everything in your head telling you otherwise.

Peaking up at him through your lashes he looks as infuriatingly perfect as always. What you’re unable to see is the excitement coursing through his veins or the thrill of success thrumming in his chest. So you try to appear as nonchalant as he seems to be.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be so pushy about it,” you respond like you couldn’t care if he does or doesn’t drive you back.

Not wanting to look too eager you force yourself to wait a few minutes before cancelling your ride. Because you’re not, obviously. You couldn’t care less.

And that decision somehow leads to you being stuck on the side of the roar at night after Yan!BBF ran out of gas halfway through the ride. Now you’re holding a flashlight from your dying phone onto his trunk as he rummages around trying to look for the can of gas he swore he kept in his car.

“We’re gonna have to call a service, I don’t have any gas in here and I don’t think there’s a station around for miles,” he explains, flashing you a sheepish smile from over his shoulder.

“I never would’ve been in this situation if I just went with my original ride,” you complain through a long groan as you turn your back to him. A shiver runs through your body as you fight the chill in the air, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself.

Seriously, there’s no way you can even look at him right now. Yet from the corner of your eye you see him snap back up to full height and look over at your words.

“Sure, sure… would’ve been a lot less fun though,” he muses, his voice getting closer till it’s right against your ear. His words trying not to sound panicked at the thought of you preferring someone else.

“What the hell is fun about this?” You grumble, a pout playing on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his presence you subtly lean back into him.

In the blink of an eye Yan!BBF has you in the back seat, back arched, and rising his dick like your life depends on it. His girth plows through your slick velvety walls, molding your hole to the shape of him.

The wet slapping of bodies echos throughout the car and your panting breaths fog up the windows, giving you both a weak sense of privacy and an obvious explanation over what’s happening inside.

“How you likin’ THIS ride, babygirl?” He breathes out heavily, nails digging into your thighs, marking up your skin.

Using his hold he starts picking up the pace until you scream out in response. That annoying smirk of his plays on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

The ecstasy is blinding as you guides you up and down his big dick, the force causing the car to rock with his thrusts. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you can feel his angry throbbing tip kiss at your cervix, pushing the barriers of your sex and stretching you out further than you thought possible.

Gasps tears at your chest from one sensation rocking through your frame and the next. You can’t keep up with his hands that are worshipping your body like it’s all he’s been waiting for.

Or his mouth as he sucks dark purple bruises along your throat and chest. Making sure that any college boy can see you’re clearly taken.

“Try and talk now, honey. There ain’t nothin’ to complain about here,” he growls against your throat.

Broken babbles jumble out of your mouth as you try to fight and talk back but nothing sensible comes out. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he actually starts mocking you. Mirroring your hopeless attempts at managing words through your noises of pleasure.

You immediately whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You wish you could hit him where it hurts by sliding right off his lap and denying him going any further. But the idea of stopping right now may break you completely.

So you do all you can and clamp down hard, rhythmically moving in time with when you go up and down his length. His choked moan and the way his smile drops brings you a sense of great satisfaction.

“That’s right, keep milking me nice and good. I can take it,” he grits out even as his balls tighten with the need to cum. He’ll hold off for as long as he has to.

Reaching between your bodies he delivers the most cruel and glorious form of payback as he finds your clit and flicks the sensitive bean over and over in time with his thrusts. Your body lurches forward into his chest.

Dammit. You wanted to torture him a little longer but the brutal slapping of his hips against yours and the way he works your clit sends you crashing over the edge. You scream his name as you clench around him, your body shaking with the force of your release.

He follows right after you, burying himself to the hilt and finally letting go. Marking you full with his cum until it creates a thick white ring around where your bodies are joined.

From that night on it becomes routine for Yan!BFF to drive you the decent distance between school and your family home. Just as it became routine to stop halfway through to… fill up… on gas.

Yami: Ass man. But he does not shy away from placing a kisses to the back of your neck, or neck in general either

Fuegoleon: Ass man. But back and thighs are high on his list as well

Nozel: Thigh man. Legs are the thing for him. His second choice would be boobs

William: Boob man. Legs would also be his second choice

Rill: Hand man as much as a boob man.

Jack: Hip man. Thighs and boobs next.

Finral: Boob man. Legs come second

Nacht: Also boob man. Legs and arms come next

Magna: Also boob man. Thighs would be second choice

Luck: Leg man. Ass man as an extension

Yuno: Ass man. Appreciates thighs just as much

Marx: Ass man. Likes placing kisses onto jawline too

Julius: Thigh man. And one can do a lot with hands too :)

Gauche: Boob and ass. Both are just as nice

Henry: Bare back is so sexy to him. Thighs are second choice

Angst Dealer: If it doesn’t emotionally destroy their readers, did they even write it?

Slow-Burn Specialist: 100k words and they haven’t even touched hands

Smut Goblin: Plot? What plot?

Chaos Conductor: No one asked for a cross over between The Hunger Games and Divergent, but here we are

Canon Wizard: “What if this one tiny thing changed and everything was different?”

The Procrastinator: Has a playlist, Pinterest board, and outline for their fic but never actually writes