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@dracl-dragon

The uncanny alien au, as per request, ehehe!

It's based on this writing prompt:

(Damn it's crazy to think it's been 3 years since I wrote this-)

Anyyyywho- For most Steves, they're in the adorable category for humans (exceptions being certain villains, ie Faceless). This is a vague TSS/SSO au, where Sabre gets left behind on a new planet by his fellow space-researchers. Mogi and Spency took the emergency pod back to the ship after a few encounters with the Steves, leaving Sabre to fend for himself.

The story is written from Rainbow's perspective, who is currently defending the first village that took him in. He's not struggling nearly as much as he was in SSO, but isn't as powerful as he was in TSS. He was on a scouting mission when he found Sabre.

The Steves follow Minecraft logic, while Sabre follows real-life logic (mostly), which is where the uncanny valley comes into play. Like in early TSS, Steves speak backwards English, but since this is Rainbow's POV, Sabre's words are reversed instead.

The creature beyond the trees looked like me. It had a similar build.

Yet the skin..the face...its details were all wrong.

The way its body contorted itself in ways nothing like me should. Its limbs could twist backwards and sideways.

I took off into the forest when I saw its mouth twist into what I now understand is known as a smile. Its teeth were many, skin pale as birch wood..

It had strange stick-like protrusions at the tips of its hands. They each moved not unlike a tentacle.

All I could think about the creature was that it was like me.

But it so very clearly wasn't. The way its slender, oddly shaped limbs moved across the terrain sent shivers down my back. Never again would I dare come face-to-face with it.

I have been hidden in the trees for days now. The stranger hasn't left the open terrain of the plains.

I see how it hunts. What powers it lacks in, it more than makes up for in survivalist skills.

It ran its makeshift tools into the nearest peaceful fauna, an unelegant and gory mess in mere minutes. Yet without any powers, it was left with ten times the meat.

It made tools and weapons and shelter in a short period of time, and without any of my kind's abilities. One shouldn't be able to form a whole array of tools from nothing. Even the strongest of my kind had a very small range of objects or materials we could summon.

I have stayed here to observe this creature, I dare not imagine what it could do if I leave it alone.

But I dare not meet face-to-face. It may run from the fire and tides, but I have seen it has power over these very elements.

It scratched a piece of metal with a sharp black object, sparks lighting pieces of wood organized in a cone shape.

Did it just create fire?

I knew I should've returned to the elders at that moment. But what if it set the forest ablaze? I needed to be here. It was too unpredictable to leave alone.

I saw its talent in controlling the elements despite a lack of powers over the days following.

One evening there was a storm, and I decided to fly within its winds in hopes of frightening the stranger to leave this land.

I saw it building a tall tower near its shelter. What was it doing now?

I flew back down into the treeline, watching. It erected a strange metal structure at the top, red lines of...something connecting it to the bottom.

As I grew nervous, thunder boomed above. With that, the stranger jumped off, using a leash-like material to safely return to the ground.

That was possible?

My kind never needed climbing gear. We all could fly.

But that..that could make supplies easier to transfer to mountainous regions.

I was forced out of my thoughts when lightning striked. I immediately flew up as it flashed, blinding me. But what I saw was the red lines of the structure lighting up.

Did this creature just build a machine? What was it for?

The rest of the night was uneventful. The stranger stayed huddled up in its shelter. I almost considered checking out what it had made, but fear grew and I didn't want to get vaporized by whatever lightning-absorber machine this was.

The night after, I got up the courage to get close.

I refused to go anywhere near the shelter, but wanted desperately to figure out what it was that the stranger built.

"Curiosity killed the kaet," I had thought to myself as I slunk across treetops.

But that didn't stop me.

Until I heard a noise.

Not from in front of me.

Behind.

I turned, and there it stood. Barely two trees away.

Had it been following me?! Watching?? What did it want??

As thoughts raced, I took off into the sky.

It didn't follow.

Thank whatever up there who didn't let the stranger figure out flight yet.

My heart raced as I hovered in the air, turning back towards them.

Both of us stared at one another.

At least I think, its eyes were covered with fabric. How it could see, or if it could, still plagues me.

It held a long metal object defensively in its odd hands. A sword.

Great. This thing's a swordsman. And may or may not be blind.

Not a word was said.

But as I stayed floating there in the cool night air, it felt like the first time we saw each other.

I could see its torn clothing and tired stance. It didn't seem quite as horrid.

It still terrified me, don't think for a moment it didn't.

But maybe, just maybe it wasn't the destructive beast I thought it was.

We continued to just stay there, in the cool night air. Staring.

The longer I looked the more I wanted to look away. Its smaller size didn't make it cuter. It felt like it could climb into my body and kill me from the inside. Its long hands held the metal sword like a squeed latching onto a meal. Fear started creeping up my back.

I wanted to run.

The wind started picking up, the thing suddenly jumping out of the treetop.

I took that as my chance to fly out of there.

I looked up at the moon and stars, trying to calm myself. That thing saw me. It knows.

What do I do? It didn't attack. But maybe if I got closer it'd slice me to bits like an animal and devour me.

I shuddered at the mere thought.

It knew I knew it was there. Maybe it saw me before this. Maybe it didn't.

I couldn't return home until I was certain of its intentions. I needed to wait. Watch. Who knows what that machine does.

I missed home. I missed Belu. I missed a comfortable bed and house.

But it was my duty. I had to protect my kind from this..thing. If I left it unsupervised for even the rest of the night, it could do horrible things.

I wasn't just protecting my people, but the land too. This thing showed me that it can kill. It could burn the whole forest if it wanted, I bet.

I wasn't willing to take the chance.

I flew back down, checking the forest just in case it decided to ambush. Nothing.

I returned to the makeshift bed I made a ways away from the stranger. I packed it up every morning, so it was unlikely it'd see it.

Despite the discomfort that came with sleeping directly on a tree branch, I fell asleep instantly. I have no idea how the Gren do it. Then again, they're most connected with nature.

Perhaps one day I'd be able to tap into that side of me more. It'd be nice to just sleep wherever, whenever. Like a kaet.

I woke to the morning sun once again. I gathered my wool "bed" before looking for more food.

I knew the forest like the back of my hand so it was easy. A wolvvf pup ran past me, chasing another. The tiny pups were growing fast. They were so cute!

I had a quick breakfast of mishrumms and roots with some berraies for sweetness.

Back to watching. I needed to make sure the stranger didn't do anything major while I was resting.

I flew a bit closer, but stuck to the treetops as I got near. I spotted a..sign? There was definitely a wooden sign down there. I looked around, questioning if it was a trap.

I climbed out of the tree, making sure to check every nook and cranny before I even got near the sign.

Again, nothing.

Besides, it can't hide that well. It's literally wearing all white. Honestly, it looked almost like a chikeen in those weird clothes.

I crouched behind a tree, carefully peeking out. No sign of the creature. I crept out, getting closer to the wood sign before me.

I was surprised to find it was in my language. How would it know my language?!

I was terrified of what it could mean. But I read the sign.

It read:

"I mean no harm. Not evil. Can not find home. Just surviving."

Was that a...flower it drew below the message? Yes, that was definitely a flower.

Why was it in my language? How did it know it? Why did it leave a sign for me?

Was it wanting peace? Or to trick me?

I had so many questions yet none would be answered if I didn't respond somehow.

I noticed an empty sign leaning against a tree, grabbing it. I wrote, "What do you want? Peace? Supplies?"

It was as I finished writing that I heard a noise. Oh no, it was back! I dropped the sign and flew into the trees.

It didn't go after me. It went to the sign first. It moved towards my previous location with its skinny, oddly shaped legs. It held a pickaxe in its hands and was covered in dust.

It put the pickaxe onto a belt of some sort, grabbing the sign with its tentacle-tipped hands.

It stood there for a bit. It suddenly looked up, almost right at me.

It put the sign down and picked up the one it wrote on, clearing the ink away and writing something else.

I waited tensely, wondering if I should run or try to hide more or directly engage with it..

I just stayed right there. Frozen. My heart raced.

It stopped writing. It looked up again.

Did it see me?! I tried to hide myself more, using the green colors in my form to try to hide the rest of me.

It walked to the base of a tree. Directly below me. I shut my eyes, hoping it wasn't about to climb up and get me or burn the tree or worse.

I heard dirt being dug into, followed by footsteps getting quieter and quieter.

I opened my eyes. The stranger has returned to its shelter. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in.

I glanced to the shelter. Wondering if I should just go. I know its intentions now.

But what if it had written something important? What if it says it wants...I don't know, meat or blood?! What could happen if I left it alone then?!

Fighting nerves, I slid down the tree trunk. I crouched to read the sign.

"Yes. Peace. I can not leave until I have supplies to return home."

I stared at the sign. I still couldn't tell if it was trying to trick me or not.

I realized I couldn't keep this up. I was sleepy still and this thing hasn't actually hurt anyone besides a couple animals, and that was for food. Doesn't mean it wasn't savage and bloody and mildly traumatizing.

It didn't seem evil, that's it. I had dealt with actual evils, though they were like me. So that doesn't quite work.

But I was tired and over watching this thing.

I turned, realizing it spotted me.

I froze again.

It stared.

At least I think. That cloth around its face made it hard to tell.

It suddenly had a...flower? A flower in its hand. It slowly moved out of its shelter. Those gangly limbs still freaked me out.

It was closer than last time now.

Seeing it closer made me panic. I wanted to run but I was frozen. Everything told me to not trust it.

Then it laid the flower down before me and backed away.

My limbs unfroze. I almost considered running. But instead I picked up the flower and put it in my hair.

The two of us shared a moment of understanding. Both wary of the other yet no longer afraid.

It really wasn't evil. Just absolutely terrifying.

I finally spoke.

"What is your name?" I spoke slowly, trying to hide the fear creeping in just by looking at them.

They cocked their head to the side. Could they not understand me?

I cocked my head to the side too.

They suddenly pulled out a device. Some sort of translator perhaps?

I spoke again.

"What is your name?"

I heard the click of a button before and after.

They hit another button and the same thing I just said suddenly repeated again! It was confusing at first, heh. Then they clicked another button and it was being said in..reverse??

I couldn't tell what they just did. But it seemed that they held a tiny machine that helped them understand me.

They nodded and clicked a button and spoke.

"Uoy? erbaS si eman ym," they said.

They clicked another button. This time their voice spoke but I understood!

"My name is Sabre. You?"

"I am Raynboew."

They repeated my voice again, but changed so they understood.

They "smiled," but without showing their many teeth and bowed.

I bowed too.

Finally, I could return home!

[zipzapzopzoop]

they provided moral support

[ranan-culus]

The one with the long pink candy hair— I forget their name but uoouugugh. Either them orrrr.. GAH. Can’t remember her name either,,,, the one with the broken looking halo and cuntry white dress? Sorry I can’t open artfight rn so I can’t check the names

CANDYLA AND KYRIE?

Okay but no you are sooo true for that, they both are serving

[drunk-poets-society]

I was just scrolling this godforsaken website and all of a sudden saw a Hitler fancam under the ww2 tag and immediately took x300 psychic damage

[leastgayphightingphan]

Okay so apparently seeing any talk of me and shedletsky's relationship sends me into a fucking 1x shift i guess

[cizzle-freezy]

I hope you like a nice big portion of 🥦 [BROCCOLI] for your entire cast. :3

oh MAN, considering I have like... about 300+ OCs for different worlds and lores, I might just break it up into different species and the pros/cons that some OCs might have opinions of (this is also going to tattle on me and how i develop my lore/what i end up focusing on the most)

Okay I wanna start w/ Essence Guardians, aka my flavor/subspecies of deities in The Shared Lore

The latest generation (so like, Solanum/Flarah/Glacia/Skylyn for the Model Realm, and Nerine/Celeste/Gelum/Ignis/Tempys for the Mirror Counterparts) has a lot of struggles with how many "rules" their body seems to have. The unstable powers that hurt them and people around them. The way their bodies would react to elements (mostly to do with weaknesses + strengths, like for example, Gelum being able to morph her body like water but is VERY sensitive to cold and electricity). The way they can't just regain energy through sleep but have to regain it through exposure to their Primary Element (Sunlight for Flarah/Gelum, Moonlight for Glacia/Ignis, other people's dreams for Tempys/Skylyn).

But worst of all? They cannot die the same way like Mortals can. Their soul regenerates physical forms. If they were to die, they would simply just cease to exist instead. They can't meet their loved ones in whatever afterlives they go to. A whole "it's tough to be a god" mixed with "to become god is the loneliest achievement of all" type of deal. They can't connect to mortals or relate to them in the same way, even if they gave up their divinity.

Speaking of the Aftelives and ghosts, I do also have a lot of lore surrounding ghosts and this subject! It's easy for ghosts in my lore to lose themselves and their humanity, and become more monstrous. Of course, stressing about this might only just make the possibility more likely. Ghosts of my lore either have to move on to the plane of spirits and eventually an afterlife of their choice, or enter a spiritual sleep, or constantly have to "tether" themselves to something important to them, lest they end up as one of these monstrous fiends.

Then we get to Nunui and Yiyio, who have relatively the same base for their dominant species/race. Chiru for Nunui, Misae for Yiyio, snow elves and magma elves respectively, both having connection to the moon thanks to being created by Glacia/Ignis. They tend to have body temperatures that are lower/higher than normal, are sensitive to the opposite temperature as it drains their energy faster (or worse, cause physical harm). And if you try to hybridize? There's a real chance that the hybrid child may end up with a condition that is near-impossible to regulate body temperature, or there may be some sort of "energy block" of sorts that prevents the use of mana, or other energy-based abilities such as things involving aura or ki/chi. Stamina at least seems unaffected by this "energy block".

Then Ethria and Suthria, which share most of the same dominant races. There's the Meiun, Lifians, Aerlumi, the Vidar, and Ryode. They all share a common feature: small, upwards-pointed ears that indicates someone of Ethrian/Suthrian heritage. However, one of the biggest problems with Ethria/Suthria (more egregious in Ethria tho) is that there's some sort of pseudo-caste system surrounding a race's/species' abilities, and the roles they're expected take on in their society.

The Meiun are the most human-adjacent out of the main 5, their main features being their ghostly, dulled or pastel color schemes, and their ability to hear the dead regardless of an area's "rules" surrounding the matter. It can be a handy ability... but also one that is hard to tune out. And if someone has died, yet has been brought back from the dead and given a second life? The voice is deafeningly loud.

Lifians! They're oversized fairies with healing blood! ... Most times. They have a few different blood types- Healer, Panacea, Null, and Toxin. However, Toxin-type blood is a result of a bit of hybridization, and a little bit of a supposedly-dead race trying to blend in w/ Lifians. Izulda is an example of a hybrid, where she has the numbing aspect from her mother, but then the toxic aspect of her father... and she hates it so much. Toxin blood types also cannot learn healing magics, but vice versa applies to other blood types- they cannot learn poison/toxic type magics. Also, the race/species is generally mostly born as female, with males being found through either hybrids with other races, or w/ Toxin bloods since technically they're not truly Lifian but more or less have been accepted into their culture. Or transitioning (a good thing about homo/transphobia being nonexistent in this shared lore <3).

Aerlumi are a race/species that has a focus on light and sky and flight, and as such, they have bio-luminescent markings on their body, and wings made from an ethereal light. As you can imagine, stealth is not very much their thing. An Aerlum is often expected to be a knight, scout, or guard, mostly due to their flight and mobility.

Vidar are tree people! As such they are often affected by things trees are often affected by, weather and temperature, nutrients, etc. They lose their leaves and go bald in the cold. Children are "grown" rather than born conventionally. Literally plant that child. Cabbage patch baby. When they die? They can't be buried in conventional graveyards, as "Soulgrave" trees tend to sprout from Vidar corpses. They don't necessarily have to eat with their mouth, and can consume things through the holes in their fingertips, and can enjoy rotting foods without much issues, so that's neat. Oh! And if they're a Fruit-bearing Vidar? The quality of food/nutrients affects the flavor of the fruit.

Ryode... unfortunately I haven't used them as much compared to other Ethrians/Suthrians, but they're rock people. Aesthetically looking like a mix of broken statues and rock/gem constructs. Their biggest weakness is that they cannot heal conventionally. They can, however, repair injuries through porcelain, clay, or metals, like how Kintsugi looks! Paints and glazes are used as a form of self-expression! They also cannot cross-breed or hybridize like other races, as a child is born through the parts being carved, then life is breathed into them by Flarah/Gelum. Meaning they can literally just... go extinct if their goddess goes missing or takes too long of a vacation or ceases to exist or something.

Now with Ethrian/Suthrian races out of the way, I want to focus on my favorite Aldzinian race: Inkos!

Inkos, much like the aforementioned supposedly-dead "Toxin Lifians" were supposedly extinct when Aldzin was destroyed. But, no, Inkos were scattered across many different worlds. They're made of ink, so their appearances can vary greatly. They're just usually characterized by paper whites, pencil grays, and whatever ink color you'd like to make their blood (w/ black ink being the most common). Generally speaking, weak to water, except for alcohol-based inks. Ghosts are usually made of invisible ink. They have the options to reproduce sexually and asexually, which the latter is where hybridization (and different ink colors!) can occur. They're also very, VERY sensitive to contamination! Blood is often the example I use, and often puts them in a "berserk" state.

Since I'm more or less just going down my OneNote list at this point, gonna give a quick mention to "Shadow-walkers". Talia, Ryvin, and Quirin all share this particular trait that seems to be inherited, where, as the name implies, they can walk through shadows as a form of fast travel. Downside is, pure darkness or light in an area can trap them in the shadows, until they're able to find an exit through another shadow in a different area.

Color Sages and Drainers... Kind of cheating with this one, since it's more of a trait rather than a race or species. They're essentially two sides of the same coin, where they physically, mentally, and emotionally react to color.

Sages are affected by the colors around them, and may amplify or suppress emotions, memories, or even physical ability. Dull, boring colors may cause weakness or confusion. As one character describes it in-story, "A Color Sage is a person who basically 'breathes color'." This trait is either genetic in some cases, or born from strong traumas... so not very fun for the latter. Especially if a certain color is linked to a particularly bad memory?

Then Color Drainers, the other side of the coin. “Strange beings that come to be when something was made, then left incomplete.” They can range from more mindless creatures, but there are plenty who have sentience and function almost normal, with some control over their draining power. The worst part is that they lack a sense of emotion, so draining color from objects, or worse, people, can give them that sense of being able to feel emotions. And its somewhat addicting, because for a short while, they feel... complete. Color Sages, unfortunately, give Drainers a longer-lasting and more powerful effect. Not to say they're completely emotionless, but they do struggle to process and show that emotion when they do feel it.

... Now this WOULD be the part I get into Gizoko races/species, but... my onenote lacks notes. I don't know where I put the notes, I know I had them. Which sucks if I DID lose them, because I know you would've loved Dragoniyans. But I haven't played with Gizoko lore in such a long time, I must've forgotten to transfer my notes. ^^;

Then of course I could always get into OCs I have of other races/species that don't belong to me... but there's a whole lot of mixing between friends' lore that I'd need to get more confirmation on, as well as fandom stuff like fan OCs. Maybe for this particular topic, I'll put a pin on it, and come back to it later.

[simp-ly-writes]

The Assassin's Wife

─────── · · A 'Day of the Jackal' (TV series) FanFic

Pairing: Charles "Jackal" Calthrop x Wife!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: To put it simply, you are the wife of Charles Calthrop having met him at a work event over a decade ago, your romance was story-book perfection up until when you learned he kills people for a living...

─ · · TAGS: second person perspective used, female-pronouns used, fluff and angst, scenes of stalking, blood, violence, injury, guns, and obsessive behaviours, hurt/comfort, arguments, swearing, lying, kissing, the Jackal being a ultra charismatic mf, Marissa (OC), not beta read.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 5,570

─ · · A/N: post number 300! woohoo! soo... I kinda really loved this ask and wrote a whole bunch for it. Be ready for some fluff, angst, and then fluff again!

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─ · · You had been married to your husband, Charles, for well over a decade now. You had met him while attending a work event overseas, your job always had you traveling keeping you from starting any longterm relationships up until you met Charles that faithful night.

─ · · You remember the deep navy blue suit he wore with a light blue dress-shirt underneath. His accessories were silver and by the family signet ring on his finger, you knew him to be coming from wealth and to your surprise as he greeted you with a kiss to the back of your palm, he made his empire himself as he described to you over a few too many glasses at the bar.

─ · · Charles swept you off your feet that night with his lingering looks on your lips, the way he gently held your hand, interlacing your fingers before pulling you outside and to a cab. You remember his touch trailing up your thigh as you gasped at the back of the cab before clearing your throat and placing your head against his shoulder... much like the position you found yourself in currently as you watched your husband sleep, his arm snuggly around your side, head against his bare chest as you traced the various scars across it with curiosity.

Your husband explained to you the multitude of stories on how he obtained each scar and warp of skin as you kissed everyone the same; with love and attention as he had shown you. You simply adored how hard working he was, always away and coming back with that necklace you were eyeing in the market or a surprise vacation. But you couldn't help but miss him, want him with you, and you didn't know if that was selfish of you or not to want him with you constantly when he provided for you with utmost dedication.

─ · · But after so many years of gifts and hugs at the airport as you waved him goodbye. You felt lonely sitting in the parking lot wondering the next time you would see your husband and quite frankly, all of your friends told you he was most likely cheating on you by how often and long he was away without messaging or calling you.

You always waved away their concerns for your wellbeing as you took care of the estate, went to work for a few hours of the day before busying yourself with random hobbies and studying various topics for the off chance Charles would bring it up in conversation during one of his work rants, you liked to call them. Remembering the weight of his head in your lap, the feeling of his soft golden curls running through your fingers as he said every time, without fault, "I'd much rather be here with you, my love." But did he ever fall through with those words? no. But you loved your husband regardless.

─ · · You would always pick him up form the airport when he called the night before, waiting in a sundress with drinks and snacks ready in the car for the long ride back. Charles would place his large hand on your knee as you drove, charming you endlessly with his commentary the whole ride home, "I was beginning to forget just how beautiful you were, had to come back." "What an angel, you are. My guardian angel just meant for me." "You look as raidient as the sun in that dress, my love." "Remind me to kiss you with the same desperation I feel now when we stop."

And like clockwork, you would flush under his loving stare and words before being pulled into bed in an outward display of his love that would leave your legs weak in the morning and him bringing you both up breakfast in bed before presenting you another gift.

You held a tight smile while accepting the gift this time, not wanting to seem ungrateful yet your heart desired the non-material... and it seemed Charles understood this, had been planning something for awhile. You observed the box to be moving and to have... hole in it? You thought to yourself before looking to your husband with shock and confusion as a little bark sounded from inside.

"Charles, darling. You. Did. NOT," you gasp before throwing off the lid as a puppy comes bursting out to your chest, licking your face with gratitude before exploring the bed. Charles picks up the fluffy creature, leading it back to you before sitting near the foot on the bed, massaging your leg gently with a smile, "I know you've been feeling lonely recently and I apologize. I promise that after this next job... I won't have to work as much, this is just the last thing, I promise."

You stare into his eyes for a moment, the puppy wigging in your arms as you pet their head and scratch behind their ears with a subconscious smile growing on your face. "Really?!" you ask excitedly, blinking away tears of hope in your eyes seeing as Charles chuckles softly before you, crawling towards you both and pressing a kiss to the side of your head, catching a kiss on the chin by your new pet as well, "Yes."

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─ · · Charles had actually stayed for longer than you were used to, something about preparing and studying his opponent to strike the best deal. You nodded along, interested but confused on the details of this supposed interaction he had planned as you both walked the dog around the garden property line.

"When we get back, I just have to jot-down the rest of the details before I can join you two for dinner. I picked up your favourite bottle from the market earlier that I was thinking we could share?" You nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek before unclipping your new companion from their leash, watching as they run inside and to their water dish.

Charles's arms wrap around your waist as he presses a kiss to your exposed neck, feeling his smile against your skin, "I love you, darling." You rest your hands atop of his, leaning against his chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warm evenings breeze drifting across both of your forms before taking a deep breath and watching as Charles leaves you and heads to his study.

You get dinner moving, dancing and singing around the kitchen as your puppy runs between your feet, barking cheerfully and trying to dance alongside you. Giggling you pick him up, resting his upper arms on your shoulder as you use them as your partner, spinning and twirling towards the living before placing them in their back in their bed.

Your phone goes off as you rush back to the stove and take the tray out and leave it to cool in front of an open window before cutting the bread. "Smells divine in here," you jump, starting and nicking yourself on the knife, cursing softly as you watch the blood drip from the small cut with a wince before heading towards the sink.

Charles is distraught at the sight of you bleeding, taking quick long strides over to your form, holding your elbow gently as he inspects the small nick, "I'm so sorry," he mumbles a few times between kisses to your face before he moves to get the first-aid kit underneath the skin, patting the counter for you to sit upon as he stands between your legs and dresses the cut.

You smile at how softly he touches you, apologizing as you wince at the solution to cleanse the cut before kissing the bandaged finger afterwards. "I'm quite alright, Charles. Just a minor thing-" you begin to explain yet your husband just shakes his head, annoyed with myself. "I shouldn't have distracted you, got you hurt in the first place, I hate seeing you with this," he holds up your hand in front of both of your faces.

You press your forehead against his own, closing your eyes, "Charles, my love. I would forgive you even if you shot me. No need to worry," You joke in a loving tone- not understanding to the way the Jackal tenses feeling your touch. Visions of your corpse flashing before his eyes with life-like accuracy as he begins to feel queasy, shaking in your hold.

You pull away once feeling him start to breath heavily. His touch falling from your hand to grip the kitchen counter, knuckles turning white as he sees you look up at him with tear-covered eyes, his hand shakes with the trigger- "Charles?" you call out softly, hand hovering over his cheek, feeling as he flinches at the touch, taking a step away while shaking his head to himself before appearing... scarily calm again.

You watch as he smiles, brings up dinner and walks past whatever... episode he seemingly just had as if it had never happened in the first place... a mere fragment of your imagination. You furrowed your brows, jumping down from the kitchen counter before filling up both your plates and following Charles out to the patio where a table set with candles was prepared for you both.

Your heart tremors in your chest, watching as he pulls out a chair for you before pushing you in and seating himself. Pouring glasses of wine for you both with a cheers you gulp down the liquid quickly before gently placing the glass back down on the table and taking a bite of your food, debating weather or not to bring up what had just happened or not.

You ultimately decide not too, enjoying this moment that has been few and far between in recent months as your husband charms you like the first day you met, with coy smiles and charming words that have you falling into his arms and back into bed where you rest upon his chest, listening to his heart beating for you once more.

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─ · · Your friends call you in the morning as you invite them over before telling Charles, you rush towards his office in case he is still undressed for they all would be coming shortly to use the pool.

Knocking at the door, his voice invites you in to see the puppy in his lap as Charles fixes his glasses, looking up from the documents scattered across his desk to you with a loving smile and crinkled eyes, "good morning my love, I'm sorry I was not there to wake you."

You wave a hand on his face walking over and pulling him in for a kiss before looking over the papers and blueprints curiously, hand hovering over the smear of red ink against the corner of a crumpled page before Charles' voice redirects your attention with a hand to your hip, giving a gently squeeze, "was there something you wanted to say?"

"Oh, yes!" you jump back to your previous thoughts watching as he turns away from the desk, the dog jumping off his lap and running down the hall leaving the seat empty. You stare for a moment debating, knowing that if you sit down you might not be ready in time. The Jackal did not care about what you were thinking in the moment though, simply gabbing you by your waist and allowing you to fall into his lap.

"Marissa and my other friends are coming over shortly to use the pool, I just thought to let you know beforehand so you could get ready as well," you explain, playing with the buttons to his creme linen shirt listening to him hum. "I'm afraid that I still have-" you look at him with pleading eyes, hand brushing against the skin of his chest and trailing down, watching as the words die on his lips, "...alright. I'll be there shortly."

You quickly stand back up with a smile, cheering happily listening to him laugh before rushing back to your wardrobe to pick a swimsuit and throw-over for the occasion.

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─ · · A knock sounds at the door that has you nearly falling down the stairs and rushing to hug your guests. Marissa squeals in your ear, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as you both swing side to side. She presents you a bottle of wine and a platter of fresh fruits which you bring out to the deck, showing your guests to where the fridge and restrooms were.

─ · · You feel overjoyed having the house filled and to see the dog running around and jumping after their toys in the pool. You lean back in a lounge, soaking up the sun before a shadow overtakes the warmth. You peel up your sunglasses, as Marissa tits her head to the side, mouthing, follow me. You raise a brow in question but follow her nevertheless into the pool house in which she quickly closes the door and shuts the blinds on both of you.

"Marissa?" you call out her name, squinting through the darkness before flicking on the light," Is everything alright?" you ask again watching as her smile wavers, hands shaking as she moves to grip your own. "I think it's best for you to sit before I say anything..." her thumbs brush against the back of your hands soothingly, your heart races- debating of weather or not to quickly grab Charles for whatever news you were about to be it with.

Seemingly knowing your thoughts, Marissa shakes her head, taking a seat beside you on a stack of spare cushions for your outdoor furniture. "This is about Charles," she explains- you debate weather or not to roll your eyes. "Of course it is. What news do we have this time?" you ask, feeling irritated as you side your hands away from her touch. She looks at you for a moment before sighing, "I know you feel as though I am in the wrong for calling out your relationship and maybe I am, maybe I'm not but I only want you to be safe and happy... you're my best friend, hun and I don't want to see you get hurt."

You nod smiling, "same goes to you-"

"Yes," Marissa cuts you off, playing with her hair, "thats why I'm telling you that your husband isn't who you think he is." She bites her lip, waiting on your reaction. You lean your head forwards, "go on?" wanting to indulge in another one of her 'stories.' She cuts right to the chase.

"He kills people." You gasp, standing up and shaking your finger, "No, NO, Marissa! That is too far this time!" you stomp your way towards the door, shoulders rising upwards and tight, I can't believe she has the audacity to say such a thing. "PLEASE," Marissa runs up, gripping your arm, nearly on her knees begging, "let me explain... I-I have evidence." Your heat drops at her sincerity, the way her large tearful eyes grip your own, forcing you to take a seat again as she pulls open her phone- your hand flying to your mouth in shock.

You look at the various articles she has saved to her camera roll, the dates of the murders lining up with the most recent trips of your husband. "This could only be a coincidence right?" Marissa does not say a word, simply flipping her phone horizontally and pressing play to a news broadcast recording:

"Witnesses have identified the assassin to be a 6ft male with an athletic build. Crime investigators have released the following identikit based upon multiple accounts and ask that if you have any information on where the killer is or where they plan on going to contact local and world police immediately for the safety of the greater public."

You feel sick, head falling between your knees as you shake and cry, knowing that illustration to be hauntingly similar to the love of your life... or so you thought him to be.

Marissa rubs your back in soothing circling motions before looking towards the door and whispering her next words to you carefully, "Please, come with me tonight. Say that something happened with my family and that I need your support. We'll pack and bag and get you out," you nod along, lost in your thoughts and not quite catching her words- ears ringing from overstimulation, the clothes on your body soon feel to hot as you grip your skin in panic.

"I-I he wouldn't lie to me this way... he said he-he loved me?" you hiccup in between cries, now walking around in circles within the small space- wavering on the line of hysteria. "I have to go talk to him, this is a misunderstanding, they have the wrong accounts, they, they..." you shake your head, trying to clear your mind to no avail.

Marissa stands, gripping your shoulders, shaking you, begging you to listen to her, "Please, stay with me for tonight at least. I don't feel safe leaving you here with him, not with what we both know... he could kill us if he knows... we know..." You fall over, back into the cushions, your head feeling to heavy for your body as your spots of black start to cloud over your vision. "M-Marissa?" you beg for what you don't know as she hugs you, begging you to stand and move with her.

"Please, we have to go now. Stop the tears, we must leave-"

"I-I can't!" you shout before watching as her eyes widen, the sounds of the other guests dying down from your outburst. A knock sounds at the door, your heart drops... you both allow a moment to pass before another knock sounds, more rushed and heavy against the wood, "my love? are you alright in there?"

Charles. You and Marissa both share a look, you swallow deeply- clearing your throat, "I'm alright Charles, just an wardrobe malfunction." You hear as your... husband chuckles, "alright, I have a plate of food waiting for you by the pool."

"Thank you, darling!" you shout back before hearing as his footsteps become distant. You let out a breath you didn't know to be holding as Marissa pulls you up, wiping your face with her towel, determination in her eyes. "We. are. leaving." You nod, not trusting your words as you follow her outside, wincing at the light coming into your eyes and heart.

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─ · · You walk swiftly pass the crowd and upstairs, throwing the closet open to find a duffle bag as you begin to pack a weeks worth of clothes. You stop yourself from grabbing one of Charles shirts to sleep in, your fingers twitching as your heartaches, you bite your lip to conceal a cry as your eyes well before turning towards the ensuite bathroom.

You startle bumping into a chest as arms steady you, hand brushing against your cheek as Charles stares down at you- worry clouding over his eyes as he takes in the sight of your tears. "Whats wrong?" he asks quietly, brushing your hair as you shake in his hold... knowing what those hands have done. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in the memory of his touch before pulling away and heading towards the bathroom.

Charles stands there still where you left him, glaring at his reflection in the mirror of the closet before turning around determined to find out whatever or whomever made his darling wife cry. He leans against the doorframe watching as you grab a hairbrush and a few hair ties before brushing past him and throwing them into your luggage- hands shaking as you zip it closed and place it over your shoulder.

But just before you can reach the door, Charles picks you up in his arms, you scream, and places you on the bed- standing at the foot with his arms crossed. "Running away from our issues only prolongs them. What. is. wrong?" he asks, muscles flexing as he forces himself not to physically comfort you seeing as you flinch from every slight sound you hear. Who scared you? What do I need to do in order to protect you? The Jackal thinks to himself, foot tapping in wait.

You sound out the party happening down stairs, focusing solemnly on your breathing, "I-I have to help Marissa with somethings. Her family, things went badly and she needs me?" you try and lie yet your words appear more like a question.

Your husband sighs, head tilting to the side as he analyzes your form, eye twitching... no, she couldn't know that. I've hid it well and no one else would know in the slightest... You watch every small expression tick over his features, shifting in your spot watching as he does the same, mirroring your movements- you feel trapped knowing that Charles was not going to let you leave... not without the truth nevertheless.

You look outside, hoping to catch Marissa's eyes to come and save you yet can see no sights of her. Your bag drops to your feet as you grip your hair, Am I ready to die? You ask yourself, thoughts automatically going to the darkest parts of your mind before you suddenly remember your conversation last night in the kitchen...

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You press your forehead against his own, closing your eyes, "Charles, my love. I would forgive you even if you shot me. No need to worry," You joke in a loving tone- not understanding to the way the Jackal tenses feeling your touch. Visions of your corpse flashing before his eyes with life-like accuracy as he begins to feel queasy, shaking in your hold.

You pull away once feeling him start to breath heavily. His touch falling from your hand to grip the kitchen counter, knuckles turning white as he sees you look up at him with tear-covered eyes, his hand shakes with the trigger- "Charles?" you call out softly, hand hovering over his cheek, feeling as he flinches at the touch, taking a step away while shaking his head to himself before appearing... scarily calm again.

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Shit, you think to yourself... his prior actions all making sense now. You timidly look into his eyes, purposefully trying to make yourself appear small... make him feel the heart you have loved ever-so dearly up until this point, and to some degree, you still do for the years of affections you both have shared.

"Tell me what you know," The Jackal asks calmly, your blood runs cold as he stares down at you, nose twitching, eyes daring you to try and lie again to him.

You open and close your mouth, unsure of what to say before letting lose knowing that you were not making it out of this room no matter what so you might as well do it with morals and truth. "I know you kill people," you begin to say.

The room is dead silent as you both stare into one another's eyes, "Tell me that you don't," you whisper, tears silently falling down your cheeks that you do your best to try and blink away resulting in only more coming. Yet in your husbands move not to answer you provides you with the most deafening answer yet... he does.

You shake your head, nails digging into your palms, threatening to break skin. You flinch again to his touch, feeling as the Jackal gently pulls your fingers away from hurting yourself- your heart hammers in your chest like a drum, you know he can hear it to by the way his head falls. "Tell me that you don't," you whisper-shot, shaking your head, confused as to how the soft and intelligent man you fell in love with, that you married and planed to have children with... kills people.

"I kill people for money," the Jackal whispers quietly, a part of hoping that you do not hear his words, that you would return to your smiling and loving self, taking him back with open arms- unknowing once more yet you understand what he says, "Listen to yourself and say it again," you demand of him.

The Jackal removes his touch, taking in a shaky deep breath, closing his eyes as his hands shake down by his sides into fists, you slowly crawl back on the bed, "I kill people for money," he says a bit louder. You scoff into a cry, "say it again."

"I kill people for money," the Jackal states picking up his head to look you in the eyes, his heart breaks seeing your tears, watching as you flinching when he moves to brush them away. You'e afraid of me, Charles thinks to himself. I've failed to protect you, the Jackal thinks to himself. You are shaking in your spot, "say it again, say it-"

"I KILL PEOPLE FOR MONEY. Is that what you want to hear? Is that enough? Is it enough?" The Jackal snaps at you before falling to his knees, head in your lap as an offering. You feel the way he grips your sides, sobbing into your skirt, pleading for you to love him. Yet you just stare forwards, looking out to the sun and all the people downstairs, your eyes catch Marissa's as you stand, his body rolling off of yours as he stays collapsed against the floor watching as you slowly pick up your bag and close the door on him.

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─ · · You felt disgusted for not being able to go to the police about your husband... or well ex-husband. You sent the divorce papers in at Marissas request after your first month out on the run from your heart but no matter where you seemed to go, what disguises or excuses you used when he would just find your new phone number again, you still loved him.

─ · · A part of you knew deep within that not every moment you shared together could be a lie. He trusted you to sleep beside him, to cook for him, to be his confidant to his "work rants," and spent his pay check on you... but he kills people... you think to yourself, 'only the bad people, promise,' you remember him telling you via letter to your mailbox during your first week in Australia where Marissa left you before returning back to Spain. You shake your head, confused with yourself; head and heart competing...

But when you saw golden locks out of the corner of your eye, green-eyes hidden behind tinted shades and tall muscular body draped in a fine linen suit... it would be an understatement to say you folded in the first seconds and fell back in love in the first moment when he picked up your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it and refused to let go, intertwining your fingers together on the table as he payed for lunch and all your drinks without a second thought.

And when it started to rain in Amsterdam where you were currently "hiding out," he draped his jacket over your shoulders and picked you up so that your feet wouldn't get wet in all the puddles and potholes. Carrying you all the back to the apartment you were renting, waiting at the door for you to invite him inside and you did.

─ · · You watched as he unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, veins flexing across his skin as he clenched and unclenched his hands when you moved past him to sit distantly on the couch. He thought about the comforting pressure of you on his lap, the feeling of your head on your shoulder and your lips against his own. He wanted nothing more than to feel your skin against his skin, to get a taste of you once more... but he allowed you space, for now... until things are safe... until the job is done, Charles thought to himself, taking a sip out of the tea you prepared for you both.

─ · · After some catching up on both of your sides, your concern grew not only for yourself and your safety, but for your husbands as he was being pinned down on two fronts. One by the police, the other by his target and his men... a part of you knew that your safety did relay on the Jackal getting his work done and knew that from you not going to the police right away, not protecting the 'public', you were in some part just as guilty as he- a participant... "let me help you.... please." And the Jackal nodded.

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─ · · Returning to Spain, the Jackal gave you a series of instructions and lists of where secret rooms, weapons, and security lockdown procedures he had installed for a moment that you had no clue existed before and never would have.

─ · · You shiver at how precisely Charles can check the various weapons on himself, flipping knives in his boots, checking his magazines and checking the sights down the barrel of his gun before giving you a kiss and telling you to go sit in the bedroom upstairs with the dog, waiting to flip a switch in the wardrobe at his request to cut all the power to the house through your earpiece.

You nodded, pulling him in for a second kiss, lingering before pulling away slightly and kissing all the way across his cheek to his ear, whispering, "live for me." You didn't receive a response, only a pat at your hit, silently demanding you to move as you pick up your furry companion and closed the bedroom door, putting on a record just like intersected... sitting still and looking pretty and innocent, just waiting on your husband to return.

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─ · · You didn't bother to look at the clock, watching as the minutes ticked over and the dog laid asleep at the foot of the bed. Your fingers running across the soft fur of their back only to startle as you hear your front door be blasted through and two pairs of boots stomp their way into your home. Your breath hitches as you quickly stand and look at the window seeing no addition people in the tree line.

You double check to ensure your door is closed before pressing down on your ear, listening closely for your queue... "Do you hear me darling?" Charle's soft tone floods your ear, you can hear him taking shallow long breaths in and out, most likely hiding somewhere in the walls. "yes," you whisper, starting to make your way into the closet- waiting... "flick the switch, gorgeous." Lights out!

─ · · You are suddenly surrounded in darkness as you tip toe your way back to the bed and place yourself on top of the covers, scrolling through your phone once hearing their boots near the door. The dog shuffles by your feet but does not move as the door creaks open and two flashlights are shined in your eyes, causing you both to stand alert. "HANDS UP!" a woman shouts, you wave your hands in the air. "P-please don't hurt me! Take whatever you want from the house!" you beg, tears starting to drown across your cheeks as you work to distract the women. "Please!" you beg over and over again dramatically, falling to your knees as your hands press against her boots.

"I'm here to protect you ma'am, just do as I say and we will have no issues," the woman in uniform tells you- you nod your head. "Stand," she demands and you oblige, rising to your feet and grabbing your pet in your arms. "Do you have any idea what your husband does?" she questions you, moving you both towards Charle's study and telling you to sit at his desk. You nod your head, hearing as her breath hitches, "he works in global sales for an insurance company," you explain.

"I can show you the new logos?" you ask confusing the woman. "No, I don't care about that... you are married to Charles Calthrop, correct?" You nod your head again, "Yes, that is my husband." The floor suddenly creaks down the hall, the woman turns around sharply, flashlight pointing down the hall as you hide underneath the desk in preparation yet hear no rounds fired.

Looking up slowly, the room and the hall now appear empty as you listen to boots run down the hall and turn down the stairs into the living room. "Stay where you are," Charles demand comes through your ear, "okay," you whisper, holding onto the dog closely as you brace, listening to the distant conversation and then... BANG... a pause... BANG BANG. Another two shots sound and then... silence once more.

"Good girl, you did your work perfectly, my love," Charles praises you before telling you to come downstairs with the luggage for you both. You feel as your husband quickly pulls you in for a hug, caressing your head in an effort for you not to see the body behind him. You feel as he kisses the top of your head, "All ready to go?" he asks you.

"I'm ready," you respond with determination.

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─ · · A/N: no part 2's to this one!

─ · · JACKAL TAGLIST: @swiftietevitdrewjew @groovyponypatrollamp @alelo23 @apaperflowerreader @itz-stuts

[altacctforastarion]

Fuck it, I’m still not done, here are domestic life with batstarion/non ascended full vampire Astarion hcs and then I promise I will get to the requests and stop fucking around:

Spoilers for act 3, including the game ending. Honestly just assume my works have spoilers, I try to tag when I remember.

-He transforms and flies around the area you’re in when he sees that you’re sad. Swooping down at you and then flying just out of reach, if you chase him he won’t let you catch him, staying close enough that you have a shred of hope but the second it seems like you’re going to he transforms back and grabs you instead.

-Gets used to being in pockets or bags if you don’t also end up a vampire, and eventually you find him sleeping in the jacket or scarf he knows you’ll wear.

-He doesn’t make any spawn. I just can’t see non ascended Astarion making the choice to spare 7000 spawn, waking up a full vampire anyways, and then being like “oh well time to make slaves.”

- When he turns you, he’s giving you his blood as soon as you wake. Just immediately, severing that power he has over you. There’s not a single time I can see non-ascended Astarion keeping his partner as something he was cursed with for 200 centuries, even if he never gave you orders. He doesn’t even want the option. He sees you as an equal, and if not an equal he sees you as someone to worship.

- He hated being a spawn, but he’s super excited to talk to you about things you can only understand if you’re a vampire too.

-Describes you CONSTANTLY. You will not forget how you look. The two of you commission an artist to paint a picture of the two of you, and it’s this huge thing in your house, but he will still tell you how you look a million times a day. It becomes a routine, the two of you will describe eachother.

-Cuddliest as a bat. If you’re also bat he wraps his wings around you. If you’re not a bat, that mf is on you constantly, passed out on your chest, blood drunk and clingy.

-Before defeating the brain, he rides on your shoulder occasionally, and leaps/flies at targets before transforming back into a man and attacking. They never expect the bat to become a man, and it quickly becomes his favorite move. Sometimes there’s even a squeaky war cry.

-Transforms and flies away from conversations. Someone annoys him? He’s flying away. He decides he wants to talk to you? Man’s is gone.

[weebsinstash]

He's not in the show yet but as a comic reader I've been thinking a lot about how ABSOLUTELY AWFUL it would be to be a human captive of the Viltrumites and, forget Mark, forget Nolan, those two would not even compare because THRAGG is the real mf you don't want to be yandere for you

I was sitting and thinking about it and like. Just. Imagine being in a relationship or platonic yandere situationship with the Grayson family and then, boom, the invasion happens. You're just a helpless little human and Nolan traps you away to keep you safe while everything you've ever known and loved is taken from you. By the time you're "let out" the Earth and most of its major cities have been all but razed and Viltrumites and their construction drones are EVERYWHERE, rebuilding what was broken, essentially erasing the history of humanity

You're now a "registered human" under the official Viltrumite occupation of Earth. You have to wear an identification badge that can be scanned to identify you, to designate which Viltrumite you belong to, like some cat with a collar tag, and it also tracks your location at all times. Humans have extremely limited rights, and Nolan and Mark heavily restrict which other humans you can interact with because the occupying forces don't want some kind of rebellion (mostly though Mark and Nolan just couldn't risk any dumb humans putting any silly ideas in your head and getting you hurt when this life is good for you after all :( and what if some nasty little rebel tried to kiss you--)

But I just. I just picture Reader being Nolan's mate and at some point, you're sitting in your completely Viltrum-constructed home with Viltrum robots and androids that cook and clean and do everything for you and completely take away all your usefulness and agency for yourself when, someone comes to visit. Another Viltrumite you recognize from the broadcasts on TV. All you understand is that he's Nolan's boss on some level or another, and he came to speak with Nolan, but since the man isn't here, all his questions are directed to you

Can you even imagine you're like sitting there already suicidal and in comes Thragg asking why you aren't pregnant yet, like literally wanting actual fucking details about why you haven't bore a single child despite being with Nolan for a few years. I'm talking complete dehumanization as Thragg is asking you TO YOUR FACE how often you're having sex with Nolan, which positions, what do you do in bed, acting like you're doing something wrong. He asks what you do after mating and you just kind of start to reply and he sort of smirks, "you can still walk afterward?" And he seems grossly smug about it, but, this is a very threatening conversation to you. You have a man who could reduce you to paste at any moment and completely take away any luxury or privilege you and Nolan have and he's asking you extremely intimate questions you have to answer through ground teeth and at some point I'm sure he starts on about, "your duty as a woman"

Nolan comes home completely unaware that Thragg has been there and you're still sobbing on your hands and knees as you literally scrub the spotless floors by hand because Thragg told you what a submissive little servant you're expected to be as a lowly human woman and Nolan is trying to comfort you and your hands and fingers are literally pruning from cleaner as you keep crying and refuse to stop "because it's not good enough, it's not good enough"

At some point Nolan and Thragg get into it. Nolan is sent off on some mission that he very slightly underperformed on, or maybe he actually made a really huge tactical error, and here's Thragg, deciding to punish Nolan by. Taking you. Just straight up taking you away from Nolan like you're some kind of privilege he has been allowed and YEAH it is to be a servant/mate for Thragg himself. And Nolan makes a big fuss about how he's one of the ones who helped even conquer this damn rock, how dare the Grand Regent take his mate, but Thragg doesn't care and even if other Viltrumites who serve under him disagree, as you know he rules with such an iron fist that none dare to speak up

Can you even imagine you were with Nolan for like 5 years overall with never so much as a pregnancy scare and Thragg has you for like two months and boom, you're pregnant, in fact you're INSANELY pregnant, you've got TWINS, and for you noncomic readers, Viltrumite DNA is literally so aggressive that twins are literally quite literally unheard of because they cannibalize in the womb or only the strongest lives so, now you've presented Thragg with these nice shiny new little trophies he can self aggrandize over. The first Viltrumite twins in the entire history of their culture, and they're Thragg's

(Something something "what if thragg was having birth control put in your food so you wouldn't become pregnant by Nolan before he could manufacture an excuse to take you for himself" something something)

I also think like. Thragg had the twins in the comics, Ursaal and Onaan, so like. What if he already had the twins when you're taken from Nolan and you give him TRIPLETS. Like. Jesus not only is your fate sealed, you're going in the goddamn Viltrum history books as some sort of magical womb the oh so virile Grand Regent Thragg managed to conquer for himself idk 🙄🙄🙄

But I think it's just the concept of. Such a monstrously violent and cold dude realizing he has uncontrollable feelings for you and they're like FEELINGS FEELINGS, but he literally doesn't know how to act so he's being. Like. Kind of just blatantly shitty and abusive most of the time. You give him any lip and he's got his hands on your throat and threatening you but internally he's like. Turned on by your spice. He wishes you were a Viltrumite so he could be rougher with you. You two have a rare argument where you get those oh so rarely seen guts to talk down to him and later that night he's putting you in your place underneath him fucking you like he's trying to get another brood of children out of you

Think of just the little ways he could show affection which is completely foreign to him and he like doesn't even realize his own behavior and is rationalizing it as something else. He sees you talking to Ursaal one day, combing her hair, telling her that she could potentially consider cutting her hair as males tend to grab it as a battle tactic and he feels a little warmth in his chest as Ursaal dutifully nods "Yes Mother" and Onaan is lurking around the corner, jealous. Thragg forces you to make public appearances with him and you learn how to temper your emotions better, and you'll be brought along to school functions for the children, like Thragg smirking internally as you scold Onaan that he lost a scheduled fight because he's arrogant and wasn't properly paying attention to his opponents

You're forcibly assimilated deeper into Viltrumite culture, but you're also humanizing the Viltrumites you interact with. Ursaal and Onaan realize that they deeply desire more affection and support as children and become fiercely protective of you because you actually treat them with kindness. Thragg can act indifferent to you at best but one day you realize that you have significantly more privileges as his mate than Nolan's and you march off to Thragg's place of work because maybe the twins wanted you to see where they work with their father and you're brought into Thragg's office and he's as stonefaced as ever while you're like. Surrounded by photos of yourself just all over the place. The one on his desk directly in front of him isn't even one of you smiling, it's you scowling with a glare and looking pissed and apparently that one is his favorite. And Thragg is like not even bothered by you seeing all these photos, and his kids are just completely nonchalant like this is all totally normal, "oh, Father, you had a memorial photo made from where you and Mother visited my school, I like this one--" as if these uh collages have been up for quite some time, some maybe even taken from security cameras from your time with Nolan--

I just picture like. Can you imagine the triplet scenario and you wind up giving Thragg Mark, Ursaal, and Onaan, and you bond more with Mark as a late bloomer and the one who is the most human and his siblings are getting monstrously jealous and Thragg doesn't want his legacy tied to a weak powerless Viltrumite, like this man would rather have Mark be dead than not have powers, and Thragg is trying to force you and Mark apart. Can you even conceive like, being a mom and you walk into the room and your son is being absolutely brutalized by his father who is convinced he is hiding his powers or something and you have to shield your own son from his father before he kills him. Could you EVEN IMAGINE Thragg going to throw Mark off of whatever cyberpunk skyscraper nightmare you're living in because he's convinced the panic will make his boy finally learn how to fly and you have to watch as he just drops your (favorite) child off the building and Mark ... never comes back up. Thragg just sees how absolutely devastated you are and convinces himself it's because you're emotional and weak and just casually, "we can make another" (although I imagine in this scenario Mark was saved by Nolan and the two train and eventually basically spearhead a rebellion against Thragg and his empire and rescue you and restore Earth, but, whatever lmao)

I feel like as a general thing, yandere Thragg would often indulge in and enjoy the fact you couldn't deny him sex, because even if you try to deny him, what are you gonna do, overpower him? So he uses it to assert control over you. You snap at him or mouth off, you're getting railed that night to remind you how powerless you are, that you're still his mate. You two have a nasty fight where you legitimately manage to wound his pride, you're getting fucked near unconscious and you're essentially "grounded" for the next few days if not weeks where you aren't allowed to leave your home (maaaaybe because you've managed to make him insecure that his little mate doesn't like him 👉👈 he can't have anyone else steal you away, not when you're making him feel all these powerful emotions he doesn't even know what to call)

You're not even aware of it but the surveillance systems in your home are being CONSTANTLY tuned into all the time, if not by him, then by his own children who are tasked with watching you. I also feel like having the kids on the mix kind of makes everything kind of grotesque. Like imagine you just wake up and you're going by your business one day and you walk into the room and Thragg has your like 5 year old toddlers gathered around a table with knives and weapons on it and you hear little Mark say, "all these things can hurt Mom?" "They can" "even though they're so soft?" "Only to Viltrumites like us" "Mother is really that... weak?" And you realize Thragg is turning your own children into weapons to use against you, watch you, report back to him, because... your kids aren't like you. They're Viltrumites like him and he'll be damned if you make them 'too soft'

But I imagine a day comes when he's forced to at least semi-confront these feelings. Ursaal and Onaan are dedicated little soldiers to him, but also seem to respect your authority as their mother, something Thragg also sometimes encourages (since your "rank" as their mother earns a certain degree of respect and he's trying to teach them to respect the chain of command, even if you are a soft human). Ursaal and Onaan take a mission to another planet with their father and they return and Onaan has a gift for you, an alien flower he thought you might like, something he took without telling his father, but. He doesn't realize there's something wrong with it, something that wouldnt bother a Viltrumite but would definitely harm a human. The second you touch the plant, the second some of its pollen touches your akin, enters your lungs, you start becoming ill, very, very, very ill.

Thragg is trying to tell himself you're just another mate to him, just another bearer of his many many many children that he has no emotional attachments to, but the second he receives word that you might ACTUALLY BE DYING like genuinely actually fucking dying, there's no hesitation. The next time you open your eyes, you're in a Viltrum-run hospital in a lavish sanitized room receiving ONLY the best of care as Thragg is sitting in a chair beside your bed staring directly at you as if he had been staring at your unconscious body perhaps the entire time you were asleep. There's almost a visible relaxation of his posture as you're able to hold a conversation with him, but, his voice is, lowered but firm as he tells you you have yet to fully recover, that you're in isolation to reduce the risk of foreign pathogens. He feels the need to tell you in detail how severely Onaan was beaten for almost costing you your life, almost as if he's seeking your approval, some sort of forgiveness. You ask him how long he's been sitting there and he just deflects and tells you you're still too weak to hold a conversation and to conserve your strength, that the two of you can speak later.

Once you've recovered, it doesn't even seem like he's that interested in sex anymore, but the notoriously sturdy Viltrumite is suddenly returning home much more often now, if only to hold you as you sleep in the marital bed you share with him....

I guess as one final, final suggestion, I can't get over like. Is there an upper limit on the whole "oh you had Viltrum DNA but it just didn't kick in yet" thing. Could you imagine like, once the Viltrum invasion has begun and you're "acquired" for either Nolan or Thragg or whomever, you're scanned or whatever by Viltrum tech and they're like "oh hey what up, Viltrumite DNA detected? Dope?" And maybe it could even be "weak" like from a grandparent or something but, it inevitably "kicks in" and now you have to confront all the new caveats this brings with you. You're expected to live as a Viltrumite now. Maybe Thragg seems to find you a little less pathetic and personally wants to train you himself because he doesn't want the most publicly visible and famous of his mates to be weak. Also just maybe he's glad he can have rougher sex with you. I can just imagine he's forcing you two to have some sort of spar amd you have some sort of natural aptitude or higher than average strength and you wind up really giving him at least ONE really good fucking punch to the face and he's wrestling you down, pinning you down and forcing a kiss onto you as the blood from his broken nose drips onto both of your faces, like

Yeah, anyways I have normal feelings about this series tee hee 😘

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Moments Posts - Xavier

Random posts on the TL w/ boyfriend Xavier

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lumiere.who: Why don't we rewrite the stars? ���

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misshuntermc: say you were made to be mine

↳ lumiere.who: nothing could keep us apart ↳ nene.nero: praying on your downfall

talkthat_tara: she looks like a fine ass substitute

↳ liiisa_: I’d be in class early 🤓☝🏼 ↳ lumiere.who: I’m sitting front row

imjenna: @/nene.nero why are you so negative?

↳ talkthat_tara: right they have ONE hater it’s only Nero ↳ misshuntermc: hes really a fan🥱 ↳ liiisa_: that part^^ don’t let him fool you

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lumiere.who: Pinkies up

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liiisa_: it’s giving princess somebody get this bitch a tiara

↳ misshuntermc: 🥰🥰 ↳ lumiere.who: She’ll be wearing one when I marry her ↳ talkthat_tara: is that a proposal 👀 ↳ liiisa_: AHHHHHH

imjenna: hair routine when??

↳ nene.nero: no seriously her hair is always so luscious ↳ misshuntermc: is that a compliment from Nero? ↳ nene.nero: I take it back ↳ misshuntermc: I already took a screenshot ↳ nene.nero: DELETE IT ↳ misshuntermc: NEVER

misshuntermc [private story]

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misshuntermc: she threatened to stab Xavier when he tried to help IM HOLLERING

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liiisa_ replied to private story: She’s doing Gods work tell her to keep it up 🫡

lumiere.who replied to private story: I only offered to cut the peppers 😒

talkthat_tara replied to private story: I feared for our lives and our stomachs in that moment 😮‍💨

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lumiere.who: Game Night 2 v 1 unfair odds if you ask me

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misshuntermc: you won every single game….

↳ talkthat_tara: Right hand on the Bible THAT MF WAS CHEATING ! ↳ lumiere.who: I told you I’d let you win one ↳ misshuntermc: you would???? LET ME???? 🥴

whosjeremiah: why wasn’t I invited ?

↳ lumiere.who: because I was trying to forget you exist ↳ misshuntermc: Xav stop being mean Jeremiah you can come to the next one ↳ lumiere.who: no he cannot

liiisa_: we’re having another one as soon as I get back in town bitches NO BOYS

↳ misshuntermc: @/lumiere.who looks like you get to have a boys night with Jeremiah ↳ lumiere.who: I’d rather cut the grass with scissors

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misshuntermc: 🐱 put his a** to sleep now he calling me NyQuil

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lumiere.who: That nap hit harder than Gojo hit Miguel

↳ liiisa_: ayo ☠️

imjenna: you sure he wasn’t in a coma

↳ misshuntermc: you know...... he might’ve been

whosjeremiah: MC when you wanna hang out with someone who won’t fall asleep on you lmk

↳ lumiere.who: Check your walls ↳ whosjeremiah: I was just playin ↳ talkthat_tara: somebody go check on Jeremiah I fear he might be taking a permanent nap

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 62

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

I made way too much tea and yet, I still drank it all. I am hoping that this knocks me out! I need a good sleep tonight and tomorrow night because more work is being done on the tea sleeve Sunday. I love going into tattoo appointments hydrated and rested so we are aiming for solid sleep.

Tonight's tea is a blend of lavender, lemongrass, and white tea; it is absolutely nap energy.

Let's get into chapter 62!!!!!

"Crimson rules the land, Black masters the waters" Okay but that is such a cool set of gossip. 10/10 would want that to be my villain details. So mysterious, so dangerous sounding. p157

RIP Pei Ming not having control of his own ship (or does he???? [side eyes]) I am so suspicious of this mf. p158

Pei Ming: [absolutely shocked] we can't use the transportation array?? Hua Cheng: [deeply unimpressed] if you couldn't use the communication array, what made you think this would work? p159

LOOOOOOOOOOOL I am cackling! Hua Cheng then 2 seconds later calling Pei Ming and idiot, "You just know too little, that's all". p161

Okay but if the coffin has to hold/carry a dead person before...why not build a bunch and have Hua Cheng chill in them?? p161

You would think the water master would be the first to realize "hey these are not my waters". Like how did he not know? p163

eeeeeep sword (and shovel?) sharing as a form of affection. Too many cuties! p164

Okay flying skeletal fish!! p165

The fact that Shi Qingxuan's potential dying words are them nagging Ming Yi to practice more with their spiritual device is SENDING me. p165

Xie Lian: San lang! Hold on tight! Hua Cheng: Say less. p166

Jeeze! I keep forgetting how much of a formidable fighter Xie Lian is! Hua Cheng is loving this though, he's absolutely swooning. p167

Ocean life saving kiss pt2!!! AAAAAAH! p171

So much happening!

DANG. Cool fish, Black Water domain!!!, and ANOTHER HUALIAN KISSSS.

I'm not going to lie though, when Xie Lian woke up to an unresponsive Hua Cheng my first thought was this guy (Hua Cheng) is for sure for sure milking this moment for a kiss- no doubt LOL I guess we will find out tomorrow if this is accurate.

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they laugh, swatting his hand away if only to grab his wrist a press a kiss inside it ]

“I think I’d love that very much.”

Are you really pregnant? How does that work?

-🎠

I seriously think this is bullshit. Like, it wouldn't work at all.

[teamjacobthot]

tbh, i caught your tags on one of the reblogs of a post and i was curious enough to look into more of your takes. honestly? 💯💯

another thing to note on the racism in twilight (other than the obvious vampire bias through smeyer's oh sorry, Bella's pov.... 🙄) is how Bella in BD has the audacity to call the vampires' shitty treatment of Jacob (yknow, her supposed "best friend") as "easy acceptance"(!!!)

I was amazed at the easy acceptance the visiting vampires had for Jacob (..). Jacob seemed more or less invisible to them, not quite a person, but also not food, either. They treated him the way people who are not animal-lovers treat the pets of their friends.

☝️☝️ Taken directly from the book, this is from Bella's on viewpoint, so there is no misquoting here. that's exactly how she thinks of it and she's amazed by it!

what pisses me off the most is that i've seen people *cough* twilight tiktok and reddit *cough* defend the Cullens letting the vampires come over and feed on humans during their stay (yknow, something Bella the Biased™️ touts the Cullens as "good to the core"(!)) becus "ummm ☝️🤓 they need them to witness for renameme 👉👈🥺 the Cullens' lives are at stake!!!"

to which i say, have your meetup literally anywhere else?? the book, especially Breaking dawn, made the Cullens come off as rich and multimillionaires with private islands and only wearing clothes "once" and "enough money to keep a small country afloat for decades" and yet your telling me they can't find another house that's FAR AWAY from the tribe where they WON'T end up ruining the lives of some Quileute kids by making them phase into wolves against their will?? And ALL Bella says in the Volturi meetup where she sees all those young werewolves are "ah makes sense the werewolf population will explode with all these vampires~ 😮😮 uwuwuwu"

FUCK Bella and the Cullens for that. All this for their little Rigatoni halfpire child. They've gotta be the most selfish mfs on the planet.

first, I’m sorry for this late ass response!! second, you spilled.

I always think abt how cullens could’ve used their billionaire resources to gather all their witnesses in isle esme, or the arctic circle, or some giant empty ass area of a desert, or or or-

the books and their themes surrounding only bella and edward does such a disservice to the readers though. this is the paragraph right before the quote you provided:

ik this topic has been discussed to death in wolf pack-centric circles (hiii oomfies 💜) but this shit is kinda devastating, isn’t it? and knowing that jacob’s whole thing up until he imprinted was about the importance of having CHOICESSSSSS in life, this breaks my fawking heart. bella is a big part of his character journey ofc but she’s not everything and it’s easy for the reader to forget this when he’s treated like a damn house pet.

jake phased for the first time at 16 years old, assumed the position of a Local Supernatural Protector of Human Lives at 16 years old, and fell in line to sam’s orders until he couldn’t anymore, so he could try to protect bella. and THEN he made the hard decision to break off from the pack and embrace his family legacy of being an alpha at 16 years old. then boom, he loses his autonomy to imprinting and is bonded to bella and edward’s baby forever. AT 16 YEARS OLD.

before he imprinted, jake and the rest of the pack wouldn’t have stood for any of this witness shit in breaking dawn, but bella’s narrative just treats this as jake essentially turning the other cheek and saying “oh well!” bc of the imprint. imprinting was a blessing for jared, a bullet for leah, and a band-aid for jacob. and then there’s bella, who — despite caring for jacob (smeyer’s words not mine) — doesn’t give a shit abt middle schoolers on the rez phasing, bc her child’s safety is more important than theirs. the rez kids are just casualties. makes me sick fr

[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

[darknoverse]

Back to my bullshrew let's go

Need that Cosku power couple hour every once in a while (cuz mf keeps appearing in my dreams randomly) I love them so MUCH .

Boi I'm actually very proud of how the background turned out hehe

Plus here's some costar doodles!

Also RAAAAAAA

I love Rosetasma's whole dynamic ngl . I love how sweet and caring Rosethorn is SPECIFICALLY to Antasma like, he literally is so gentle and nice to him I cry .

Also sweet funfact: Rose never minded his screeching tics, in fact he never noticed them until people mentioned it and he's like "huh? Oh that. Yeah. Ok" then proceeds to forget anyways lol .

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