#✦ ・ oliver. | 003

[wintcrstcrfall]

@twistxdtales sent 🌿 for our muses to be caught under mistletoe.

The white sparkling dress was probably her newest favorite one; it was something she had bought for herself and probably that played a big role in why she liked it so much. There was just something about gifts brought by the guilt from her fiance that just ruined the material for Sienna. Now, the dress paired with small, delicate earrings in the shape of snowflakes finished her beautifully cold look. There was no denying that the heavy engagement ring on her finger kept people at a respectable distance, just as she liked it. Despite that recently the weight of it had started to make her want to take it off, the ring remained dutifully on her finger, reminding everyone - herself included - that the long game was on. That was until she stepped on the balcony and the cold air hit her, shedding off the mask. Also, what kind of an idiot put mistletoe on a stupid balcony?! "Please don't, can't you leave me alone?", Sienna sighed, not needing to turn to know who it was. She knew him simply by the way he walked.

[khakilike]

Uncanny Valley #3, Tony Fleecs and Dave Wachter

[novadodson]

Who: Oliver Inoue. When: May 27th. Where: The Commons.

Everything had happened too fast; the texts, Ida, the smoke, the scrambling. They knew they'd stayed inside too long, could feel the thickness of the smoke settling in their lungs, their head growing heavier with each passing moment, but he couldn't bring himself to leave unless he was sure everyone else was out. He doesn't give himself a second to think rationally, moving the second he makes it (less than gracefully) from the window to the ground below. "Ollie!" He called out, the instant his eyes locked onto him, burying his face into his arm as he choked on the air around them. His hands grasp at the familiar face, gentle and firm in the same instant, looking him over as if he had the first clue what he was looking for. "Are you okay? Are you good? Did you see Sam?" Tears have welled in Nova's eyes, much like the weight on his chest, it would be easy to blame on the smoke — but they knew better, knew the reason for the panic and fear bubbling inside.

@ollieinoue

[raging-ale]

@child-of-demeter @victorywithremy

the son of ares - a title that just today meant something to him. he was angry at his father for so much, hated him - wanted to figure out how to one day come face to face and bring the god to his kneels for all the pain he let him endure, but now after todays mission all he wanted to do was to have his father explain to him how to control this pain, this anger. flashes of just moments ago were taking over his thoughts. going over how things could have ended up if the other demigods weren't able to control alejandro and bring him down to earth from his bloodlust. there was going to be practice and making sure to count of those around him to snap him out of it. there was still that fear in the back of his mind that he would hurt someone -- even more since he knows his role is to protect them all here.

making it back to camp with the other demigods, he felt very much grounded thanks for both remy and oliver by his side. it was a different feeling having both the demigods holding his hand. in the back of his head he felt that he's let them down and that was going to eat at him for a few days. "i -- thanks, but i can take it from here." he told them both, forcing his hand off the two and hugging himself. "you two should celebrate, i'm... i'm going to go... i ... i think i need to be alone to think about what happened tonight and what.. that... unicorn said.. " the voice of the unicorn echoed in his head as he brought back what was told.

"You have a great rage within you, Godling. One that both belongs to you and doesn't."

ale had no idea what that meant, but he was going to figure it out. -- there was going to be a lot of soul searching, but this was what he needed to kick start what he felt like he needed to do. give into the rage, let it consume him like a fire - and that was what he was going to do.

[asteroidxblves]

-- names and their origins .

[sweatforged]

@child-of-demeter (post invasion)

it'd  been  a  few  days  since  the  invasion  happened.  silas  ...  hadn't  left  his  own  cabin  after  collapsing  in  his  bed  that  same  night.  getting  a  taste  of  death  hadn't  ...  it  wasn't  pleasurable  in  the  slightest  &  it  brought  silas  back  down  to  earth  after  he'd  taken  flight  on  the  wings  of  victory  for  a  little  too  long.  reality  was  bitter  medicine.  the  whispers  of  doubt  back  louder  than  ever,  but  unlike  usual,  he  wasn't  in  the  best  mindset  to  deal  with  them.  routine  momentarily  abandoned,  he  was  in  a  place  he  shouldn't  be  in  the  early  morning  hours,  but  alas..

  silas  was  sat  underneath  his  favorite  tree,  which  was  the  same  tree  oliver  &  him  often  sat  at,  but  this  time  he  didn't  expect  company.  he  didn't  want  company.  guitar  was  brought,  but  abandoned  on  the  side  of  the  tree,  long  forgotten  as  silas  watched  ...the  grass,  people  passing  by,  everything  that  didn't  have  to  do  anything  with  him.  he  glanced  up  momentarily  when  footsteps  enroached  &  a  familiar  frame  appearing  in  his  sight,  a  soft  sigh  escaping.  "hey  kid.  you  good?"

[yoohyeon]

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[pctcrparker]

Oliver turned his head to the side when Maddie continued to talk about soaking. With the way she was still talking about it, Oliver was beginning to think that his girlfriend was serious about this whole thing. His eyebrows came together cautiously as he looked her over. “Okay…” he began, but it was when she brought up Kara joining them so that she would be the one jumping on the bed, that he knew she was totally messing with him. He knew that Maddie was more than well aware that she had nothing to worry about when it came to his relationship with Kara. He liked to think that by now, she was well aware that Oliver was nothing but a boy hopelessly in love with her and only her. He was positive that he could never love anything the way that he loved Maddie. But still, no matter how comfortable she may be with how close he and Kara are, there’s no way that Maddie would be okay Kara involved in any sort of sexual activity with him. Though, he knew that if he were to ask Kara if she wanted to be involved in this by jumping on the bed while he just laid there being inside of Maddie, his best friend would one hundred percent say yes. Without hesitation. But there was no way that Oliver himself would agree to that. “Oh, I get it. You’re being funny,” he said, lunging toward her and grabbing her by the waist before promptly picking her up and carrying her. “You know, it’s not very nice to tease me with these sort of things,” Oliver continued as he carried her over towards their bedroom. With a small ‘oof’, he plopped Maddie down onto their bed and he proceeded to move on top of her, essentially pinning her down against the mattress. “But you know, thinking about it, I don’t think I’d be able to do “soaking” with you.” He leaned in and captured her lips, kissing her until he pulled back just the slightest. “I’d be such a bad Mormon because I would not be able to hold back. I wouldn’t be able to help myself. Once I’m in…” He chuckled and kissed her again.

pctcrparker​:

One thing that Oliver had learned about his girlfriend since they’ve not just started dating, but ever since they became friends, was that Maddie could actually be quite devious. She had a sense of humor that a lot of people would be quite surprised to find out. Given her personality, she did give off a certain vibe to her, but she was more than just sweet smiles and deep dimples and sparking eyes. Oh, no. Behind that smile was the type of girl who laughed her hardest whenever she saw comedy movies aimed at teenage boys. She wasn’t as innocent as she may come off as. But even though Oliver already knew this about her, it still at times caught him off guard whenever she’d tease around like this. That was when she asked him if he wanted to soak with her, his brain short circuited. Not only because she just threw that question in there out of nowhere, but when it came to Maddie, Oliver tended to be on horny mode all the time. That wasn’t even an exaggeration. If anything, it was putting it lightly. So yeah, even though the idea of the two of them soaking was rather ridiculous since they’ve had plenty of real sex since getting together, doing anything sexual with Maddie turned Oliver into a bumbling fool. His eyes widened when she stepped closer to him after she repeated the question to him. Which helped him realize that he hadn’t just imagined her saying that. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he shuddered at the contact. When she stepped back, Oliver immediately reached over and grabbed her by the wrist. “No, wait. I didn—” He cut himself off when Maddie went on about saving himself for God, and that was when he realized that yes, she was most definitely messing with him. “Ha. Ha. Forgot how much my girlfriend was a comedian.” He said, pulling her into him as he’d still been holding onto her wrist. “I was going to say yes, you know. Even though it’s not like you don’t know what having my penis inside you feels like.” He smirked, moving his hands to her hips as he leaned in to kiss her. “It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” he then added after pulling back. “We’d have to find someone to jump on the bed with us, and I don’t know if I’d be ready for that.”

Maddie knew that whenever people saw her they had this idea that she was an innocent person. They would always be shocked whenever they found out she was a model and that she has modelled for lingerie. For some reason, people always had this misconception of her being some innocent virgin. So they were even more shocked to find out she enjoyed college humour type of movies. Watching the reaction from her boyfriend’s face when she asked him if he wanted to soak with her, Maddie tried to keep the smirk at bay. She knew that Oliver was very much a horny guy when it came to her, though she wasn’t one to talk considering she was also a very horny person when it came to him. And she wasn’t joking when she asked him if he wanted to try soaking with her. Sex with Oliver was one of the greatest experiences Maddie has ever had in her life. She couldn’t help but tease him though and ask him if he was saving himself for God. It was far too amusing to see the look of horror on Oliver’s face as she knew he was the farthest thing from religious. Throwing her head back and laughing when he pulled her into him and made it clear he was not happy with her little joke, Maddie scrunched her nose at him and stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend. Wrapping her arms around him as he pulled her in for a kiss, Maddie sighed, feeling so in love with this man. Maddie then pouted at what he said. “We don’t have to have someone jump on the bed,” she stated. “I-I mean you could just lay there inside me,” Maddie teased with a smirk, pulling him closer to her. “Or we could always have Kara jump on the bed.” Maddie honestly wouldn’t even be surprised if Kara was actually willing to jump on the bed for them. The brunette understood that there weren’t a lot of boundaries between Oliver and Kara. She knew that the two of them discussed their sex life with one another and Maddie never felt threatened by it. She trusted both Oliver and Kara as she knew that if they did want to end up together, they would have started dating a long time ago before she and Matt came into their lives. “So, what do you say? You want to try soaking with me?”

[cherryrikis]

THE THING WITH STRAWBERRIES

PAIRING ; dancer!nishimura riki x news reporter!fem reader

WARNINGS ; swearing, drinking, a lot of talk about marriage (not necessarily a warning tho), all characters are at least 21

GENRE ; smau, humor, fluff, drama (and lots of it), love at first sight, olive theory, strangers to lovers(ish), set in new york

SYNOPSIS ; after riki’s roommate/best friend gets engaged, it has him thinking that he should finally find someone to settle down with. so when your eyes first met, riki was sure you’d be the one he’d marry. you just didn’t know it yet. — (riki loves strawberries. you? hate it. maybe that’s why he thought you’re so perfect).

STATUS ; discontinued

taglist is open!

PROFILES -> the friend group

EPISODE 001 | riki’s perfect dream girl

EPISODE 002 | think i love you

EPISODE 003 | olive theory

EPISODE 004 | a very small world

EPISODE 005 | the elephant in the room

this series follows the same format as one less lonely girl (half written/half smau)

this is a repost bc i accidentally deleted the og ( if u were on the old taglist, ur still added ^^ )

[strwbrryfire]

Op. 71 Act 1, Scene 1: Regali Teneri: winter warmers day 003

✶ prompts: dildo | holding hands

✶ ship: pierresteban

✶ words: 1,593

+ a little song

Charlie

[Voice Message—0:35]

Transcript: 

“Cheri! Uh, was wondering if you and Este would want to join Max and I at the symphony this evening? Or is it the ballet?”

Max sounds grumpy as he supplies, “Ballet. The Nutcracker.”

“Yeah! What it is the, um, rat king and all that. The one with—” Charles starts singing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, horribly off key. 

“Please say yes, Pierre, or else I’ll be stuck next to the FIA dick sucker—” “That’s rude, Maxie, he is only doing his job—” “I do not care he is of course a cunt who pushes bullshit—”

Pierre snorts as the bickering gets cut off, and even if he does ponder on it for a split second, his reply gets typed out faster.

pierre 

I’m sorry, mon amie, but I’ve got sim training to do. Surely you can just put Max on the end so he doesn’t even have to look at George? 

As he goes to lock his phone and continue with the monotonous task of cutting up lettuce for his salad, Charles’ contact shows up on a screen. With a reluctant sigh, Pierre shoves his phone in between his ear and shoulder, then answers with a tsk. 

“Charles, as I said I am busy. I cannot magically move around my schedule.” 

He can practically hear Charles pouting, “Oh, you are such a liar. We are all in London, non? So, it will be a lovely double date!” 

“Date?” Pierre sputters, narrowly slicing his finger, “Non, ce ne sera pas un rendez-vous. For me, at least.”

Charles sounds so confused, even Max has to chime in, “Este talked to me about you for so long in Qatar. Everything is good now, right? So I do not see the issue.” 

Pierre thinks he must have cut something somewhere and died from blood loss, then woke up in a world where everyone thought he was back to being in love with his ex teammate-best friend-boyfriend-whatever. All because of a 2-3 that really was just gifted to them. Utter nonsense. 

“Mon amie? S’il te plaǐt? I can video call you and plead with puppy eyes if you are not swayed!” 

“Jesus,” Pierre mumbles and rubs a hand down his face, “Sure, fine. Merveilleux. Just text me the address, d’accord?”

Charles giggles, all proud of himself, “Wonderful! I’ll see you at eight!” 

—

It wasn’t hard. It wasn’t like—equivalent to shunting it on a formation lap or equal to whatever Esteban must have felt when he was thrown out before Abu Dhabi or when he got the call from his ex about—it wasn’t a soul crushing thing to do. To open up the short string of blue and grey code between him and the person stuck firmly in whatever invisible string held Pierre’s life.

Pierre 

Hey man!

No. Too informal. This is a date, gotta make him think it actually is, right? That seems to be the best course of action; think of it as revenge given too late.

Pierre

Hi copain! Max and Charles have two extra spots for the Nutcracker tonight. 

Pierre thinks he might bite down through to the bone before he lets his thumb press onto another letter. It’s fine. Deep breath, it’s not hard, this isn’t hard. 

Pierre

Hi copain! Max and Charles have two extra spots for the Nutcracker tonight, at 8:30. Would you want to tag along with us? Max would appreciate it, since the other option is George and Carmen.

Delivered.  

He winces as he bites down on an olive with its pit still intact, and nearly chokes when Esteban’s reply comes through almost instantly. 

Esteban

That sounds wonderful! Is 7:30 a good time to come pick you up, chéri? 

Read 2:15pm

God. Jesus. Fuck. Pierre stabs the remaining sad pieces of lettuce with his fork and screams into his hands. He thinks about wishing he had choked on the olive pit. 

Pierre

Sounds good. Charles said to dress nice!

Delivered

“No, he fucking didn’t! What am I, sixteen again?” Pierre wallows to the open air of his flat, and flings his head against the back of the couch. Who was he, wanting Esteban to dress nice because, yeah, so what, he looks really fucking good in a suit. Pierre hopes a blizzard blows in and freezes him to death so that he never has to even think of doing something like this again.

Esteban

I’ll put on my very best for you, calamar ;)

Read 2:20pm 

Pierre grinds his teeth together and takes another deep breath to suppress another frustrated, throat scratching groan. He glances at the clock and does it anyway. Five and half hours. He’ll make it.

 —

He barely drags himself out into the front lobby.

His hands are stuffed into his Burberry coat as he waits, grateful Charles wasn’t forcing them into going to Covent Garden or something ridiculously unfun—sure, the ballet was equally miserable to Pierre, but at least there wouldn’t be a sea of tourists to push through just for a dried up overpriced mince pie. 

“Ah, there he is,” and Pierre swears he must have fallen into the fire, with how his face heats up at the sight of Esteban—a neatly pressed dark burgundy velvet suit, an obnoxiously adorable bow tie, and his perfectly fit black coat. Merde, “I was worried I overdid it with the festivity.”

Pierre clears his throat and opts to set his gaze on the Christmas tree that’s illuminating the halo of Esteban’s slicked back hair, “Surely Max will make us all look overdressed. As long as there is wine, I will be happy anyway.”

There’s a few moments of ungodly awkward silence before Pierre steps forward a little, “Before we go, I am…” He digs his nails into his palms and his shoulders feel like they’re about to snap with how tense they are, “I am sorry. I wish you had more time, to make a proper goodbye and all.  C'est injuste.”

And the guilt washes in the second Pierre sees the genuine hurt flash in Esteban’s expression, how he sadly smiles with those stupidly fucking adorable teeth, “What does Charles say? It is like this. At least I did not end up in Daniel’s boat. Que sera, sera,” he opens up the lobby door and gestures for Pierre to go first, “Prettiest out first.”

“Ever the charmer,” Pierre rolls his eyes and buries himself into his scarf, willing it will hide the blush that hasn’t left under his eyes. Once Esteban is distracted by fiddling for his keys, he mumbles, “You look really good.”

Esteban’s eyebrows fly up and he doesn’t even try to hide his grin, “Hm? What was that, again?”

“Oh, s'il te plaît arrête, you heard me!” 

“Still so small and angry, calamar,” Esteban laughs, leading them down the snow covered sidewalk to his car, “It is wonderful how so much but so little changes.”

Pierre doesn’t question the sudden philosophical ramblings, too busy mulling over every decision he’s ever made that landed him in this situation.  He thinks about feigning a migraine, or a fever, or near death—anything to avoid being in such close proximity to Esteban for any longer than he has to. Pierre had finally gotten rid of him; he was Ollie’s problem now. 

Fine. It’s fine. He can handle a few more hours. And if he wishes those hours were more plentiful, absolutely no one has to know. 

And the car ride, it’s short, it’s fine, it’s tolerable. Up until they park, Pierre unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches for the door handle—Esteban loudly protests, “Nuh uh! Getting the door is my job, mon chou.”

“Aie pitié de moi, I am not a child,” Pierre sighs into his hands and waits impatiently as Esteban comes around the side to let him out. It would be something to write away into a box to be burnt, until Esteban shuts said door, locks said car and then he’s—he’s. 

His gloved fingers are intertwining with Pierre’s like it’s as easy as breathing, “Bonsoir, Charles, Max!” Esteban calls to the couple huddled beside a space heater, all along dragging a stunned Pierre behind him.

His brain has been reduced to static and the soul crushing nostalgic feeling that the warmth of Esteban’s hand is giving him. It’s perfect, how they fit together. It’s like going home and sliding into the car for the first time pre-season and slipping on a favorite hoodie that smells like asphalt and expensive cologne. Which, Esteban is certainly wearing his nicest–all smoke and earthy leather. 

Pierre didn’t even realize he was aching for that missing piece—Esteban’s arm pressed up against his as they sit in their rented out box seats. The way he laughs at Max’s horrible jokes and the way his eyes crinkle at the photos of Leo he gets shown. Through every instance of small talk, his grasp at Pierre’s hand never falters. Esteban rubs his thumbs in circles, squeezes absentmindedly. Like they never stopped doing this. Like no binds had ever been severed and Évreux was just outside the back door. 

Once the lights dim and the ballet begins, Pierre finally looks over at Esteban, who is staring right back. All childhood wonder and glimmering hope—they’re teenagers again, they’re screaming in a hotel room, they’re crying in Pierre’s driver's room in Brazil. The first note plays and Pierre decides to swallow down the lump in his throat, in favor of squeezing Esteban’s hand back as tight as he can. To convey something. To keep him there, long after the curtains fall.

[daiseukiis]

╰ ⋆ 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ଓ.° ╮

PLAYING.... SONG ONE OF THE LOVE SONG PLAYLIST : 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

001 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐀𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ❛ 𝐌𝐀𝐄 ❜ has recently transferred to japan university from california ; given a dance scholarship to help their struggling dance team make it to nationals. this year she is appointed as captain with that exact goal. everything is all fine until she meets a certain german striker from her university's football team.

FEAT. michael kaiser x oc

CONTENTS. smau! dancer!oc, college au, crack, squint to find that fluff maybe and angst. REFERENCES FROM MULTIPLE SPORTS SERIES. suggestive theme, 18+ behaviour, explicit and mature topics ( not too often but warnings will be posted )

A/N. despite it x oc it’s basically also x fem!reader. the love song playlist smau series happens in the same universe, names are given for each love story so it doesn't get confusing. FOLLOW MY TIKTOK FOR THE MEMES. if you would like to join the tag list please fill out THIS FORM

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[novadodson]

"I don't think sex is satisfactory for anyone if it's not being curated to fit them. — Or at least...not as satisfactory as it could be." It was an important aspect of having a genuinely pleasant experience, wasn't it? Being able to understand and alter the circumstances in order to better align with your partners needs. Everyone had different tastes and preferences; unlikely you would end up with two people who were searching for the exact same things in the bedroom, if you were really taking the time to seek out their desires. "Toys aren't just for single use, baby." They could be, of course — but Nova was pro-toys at any point, with anyone. A tool that tended to enhance experiences rather than diminish them. "Though I'm not sure focusing on them and refraining from sex is the proper tool for gaining back someone's trust." After all, it hadn't been the physical act that had landed him and Monty in their mess — but he was sure Ollie didn't need the reminder. "Have you talked to him?"

"Thanks, Ol." Nova had never been great with words and letters — but they did feel guilty; guilty knowing that Sam was locked away when she shouldn't have been, guilty knowing what that place could be like that, guilty knowing there was little they could do to help her, and guilty knowing they couldn't even be there for her in the way she deserved. He'd find the words, he had to. "I might just take you up on that."

His next question completely stills Nova, fingers locking around the item in his hands and eyes pressing shut. He wanted to tell Ollie yes, to give him the assurance that he was sure he needed in that moment — but it wasn't that simple. "She's doing just fine." A pause before he turns, smiles, like all is well. "It's Sam. If anyone can find a way to thrive in prison, it's her." Though as soon as the joke leaves their lips, even they grimace — it wasn't exactly humorous material. "There's not much we can do, Ollie. Interaction is the best thing for her. — And putting money on her books, which...I've been trying to be regular about. Not that I'm sure she'll bother using it." Though he wishes she would. It was the help he could offer that wasn't legal, that would grant some assistance and hopefully, something to ease the strain on her grandparents, both mentally and financially. "Everything else is just...waiting til this shit gets dropped or they resolve it in court." Which it would — it had to.

Seven times out of ten a guy with a dick not knowing what to do with it felt about right to Ollie. Hooking up with ten guys and only having a good time with about three of them lined up pretty well with his experiences, might even be over estimating. "You know, my sex life became so much better when I actually started curating it to the people I actually know," he admitted, as if that was groundbreaking. But it had really helped him. He fell off the wagon during a few points during the summer for reasons, but he was back on it again now. Though after a moment of staring at the books in front of him for much too long he turned to look at Nova. "Maybe just sticking to toys is a good idea. You know, cut out the other person entirely. Right? Just stop fucking around with people. Like that might solve a lot of my problems. Monty doesn't trust me… Maybe it'll help show him that he can." Ollie looked sheepish, and shook his head, "is that stupid? I don't know… Maybe it's a good idea." He muttered as he turned back to the shelf. Ollie snorted, tilting his head back a little bit, "I'd offer to look but Ash hates me already for some reason. So, it's probably best if I stay about 50 yards away from him at all times." 'For some reason'.

He nodded his head a little bit. That made sense he supposed. If Sam's grandpa had thought he would be bad for Sam's image then he couldn't imagine Nova would be great. A sad reality. "If you want to write her something I could give it to her," Ollie offered. He was quite for a while after that, trying to think of everything they should talk about but really just came up with knowing she would want him to describe the Barbie movie in excruciating detail. Maybe they'd talk about other things the next time but he imagined that would fill up most of the time this time around. "Do you think she's doing okay in there? I just… I don't know what I'm supposed to do to help, you know? I don't like not knowing what I'm supposed to be doing…"

[asteroidxblves]

-- oliver ' oli ' scott [ x , x ]

[char-lie-spirals]

I would like to learn about the rest of the aus you mentioned here:3

Okay okay so!! I talked about some of them, so I'll just put the entire list under the cut and either link to my previous responses or cook something up! And what I cook up can possibly include a snippet of my writing too :]

Also since this is a lot of AUs/WIPs I'll try to be brief, but feel free to ask about more details on them!

Terminus' Ritual

This is an AU I've had for like a year now, and it answers a very simple question - What if the End HAD a ritual? That its avatars complete between mag 159 and mag 160? Simple answer - Zombies. And also some deaths getting reversed because getting a quick taste of it should make people more scared, and it's hard to keep a zombie apocalypse going with too few people. (This doesn't match the End's values, I Know.)

I have some notes on different characters' situations, who comes back etc etc but honestly the storyline I focused on the most is Oliver seeking shelter in Graham's old flat only for Graham to also be there, Pretty Confused about the passage of time between his death and now. :]

Graham gets spat out AU

Sasha gets replaced, NotSasha picks up the tape recorder and goes to dispose of the tape. The Artifact Storage is silent, but not empty, as a man who doesn't recall his own name wakes up on the floor. Okay this already sounds a bit like a snippet so I guess you can have a proper one too:

It was all pointless, you only suffered longer -- but is that truly pointless?

This one is a WIP in which I just wanted to explore the idea that the only reason Graham lived for so long was because he was scared that entire time, to the point the NotThem wasn't in much of a rush. It's pretty angsty, but can be bittersweet too if you look at it at the right angle and I am a simple man with a lot of hope in my heart. I've not been making much progress with it, and I'm not sure if I'll end it on the title-question and leave it up for the reader to decide, or if I'll provide my own answer, but let me say here: I don't think it was pointless. Not to me.

Michael(s) experience confusion

Already talked about this one here!

Graham Lives WITHOUT Becoming

Graham survives the events of MAG 003 because Oliver gets there in time to help him, and the two of them try to navigate the aftermath together. They go through many ups and downs, Oliver ends up becoming an Avatar himself, but Graham just kinda,, doesn't?? It just never happens. No fear claims him. At this point a lot of people are convinced he's an Avatar because of how his life is intertwined with the Fears but nope. Just some guy who can bluff pretty decently, gets lucky a lot, and loves his End-Avatar fiance a whole bunch :] (yes they're engaged now)

Graham Folger Lives because The Eye Is A Backseat Gamer

One of my Eye Graham AUs :] The main one, you could say! In this one, The Eye backseat-games his MAG 003 experience, and he Knows where to hide, what to do, and how to survive. After that, he goes on to start working at the institute, becomes an Archival Assistant after Jon's promotion, and goes through the horrors! I also talked about it Ages ago, right here- hold on that was in MAY???? 2023????? 10 months ago???? This is messed up.

Anyway! here's a little something I have written about it so far :]

DeathNote intro

Just me trying to explore how Graham and Oliver might've met, grown closer, gotten together and stayed together for 6 years :] No clue if I'll ever publish this and if so, if I'll use it as a backstory/background for one of my AUs or as its own stand-alone thing? But yeah it's just the two of them growing closer and falling in love :] You can have this snippet of it, too! It's their literal first meeting!

Antique seller Graham

Talked about this one here! I will probably do so again soon! But you can also have a snippet, since I guess writing all this really put me in a snippet mood! This is from this AU's version of Amy's statement :D

Cockroach Graham AU

I don't think I need to elaborate.

[inhal4tion]

(  havana rose liu  .  non-binary  .  they/she  )  .    ⸻   elyse ke  ,  a  twenty six  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  six months  .  the  flighted  is  known  for  being  luminary  and  volatile  and  is  often  associated  with  hand-me-down clothes whose age is seen in the various patches that tether it together , stuffing all of one's life possessions into a jansport backpack , peering into one's soul via intense eye contact  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a tailor at silver coin laundromat  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  THIS FILE CANNOT BE FOUND  .

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PART : 001 — THE BASICS

full name : elyse bettina ke. nickname(s) : mostly just elyse, but she'd accept ely if you're friendly. age : twenty6 yrs old. hometown : meridian, mississippi, usa. gender & pronouns : non-binary, they/she. orientation : lesbian. western sun sign : aquarius.

PART : 002 — THE APPEARANCE

faceclaim : havana rose liu. height : 5'7". hair color : auburn / warm brown. eye color : green. distinct marking(s) : a  scar  at  the  tail  of  their  left  eyebrow  due  to  falling  out  of  a  tree  as  a  child  ;  reddish  brown  hair  that  hits  mid-back,  frizzy  with  a  slight  wave  to  it  ;  red  raw  cuticles  due  to  picking  at  the  skin  ;  a  wistful,  vacant  look  in  her  eyes  when  they're  peering  out  into  the  distance,  but  the  unspoken  intensity  comes  when  eye  contact  is  made  ;  eternally  living  in  long  skirts  that  clash  with  whatever  is  worn  on  top  and  one  pair  of  shoes  -  all-terrain  boots 

PART : 003 — DIG DEEPER

likes : sitting  next  to  natural  running  water  -  the  sound  has  always  been  a  source  of  calmness,  portioning  out  small  paycheck  dividends  on  setting  out  food  for  stray  animals,  people  watching  and  being  shameless  with  her  staring,  asking  slightly  interrogative  questions,  acts  of  service  as  her  main  love  language,  people  who  express  themselves  through  art  and  craft,  the  inner  feelings  evoked  by  live  music, getting around via public transport dislikes : people  in  positions  of  influence  and  power  who  wield  it  as  an  intimidation  tactic,  the  smell  of  sulfur,  unkind  and  overbearing  guardians,  hyper-intellectuals  who  denounce  any  forms  of  spiritualism,  the  smell  of  hospitals  and  other  medical  facilities,  making  assumptions  about  people,  olives,  hunting  for  sport,  walking  into  spiderwebs

PART : 004 — QUICK FACTS

death  during  childbirth  —  elyse  was  said  to  have  come  out  quiet,  stilling  in  her  first  moments  as  her  mother  approached  her  final.  that  moment  alone  has  been  hung  over  her  head,  tethered  to  her  psyche  as  a  constant  reminder  of  the  sin  she  committed  just  as  a  mere  infant.

parental  resentment  —  because  of  that,  her  father,  one  spoken  of  as  a  kind,  loving  man,  extended  that  grace  to  everyone  but  her.  elyse  was  his  wife's  killer,  the  one  who  now  wore  her  same  lopsided  grin  and  whose  irises  shone  the  same  amber  as  hers  did.  they  were  a  reminder  of  that  -  a  mockery,  even. 

years  of  compiling  grief  turned  her  father  to  religion  -  the  hull,  a  new  age  cult  whose  bastardized  doomsday  prepping  and  rapture  stories  kept  a  whole  community  tethered  to  the  hip  of  the  overseer.  she  knew  he  was  just  a  man,  but  men  could  still  burn  worlds  down. 

nature  and  her  adoptive  siblings,  other  children  who  lived  in  the  compound,  kept  them  sane.  they  gave  elyse  purpose,  reminded  her  of  love  and  its  perseverance  despite  all.  they  kept  her  afloat,  docile  so  as  to  not  bring  them  any  harm  as  collateral,  but  it  wore  on  her  as  they  got  older. 

teens  grew  into  adults  they,  too,  grew  restless.  minimal  interaction  with  the  outside  world  and  sneaky  library  trips  introduced  smuggled  media  -  dvds,  cds,  tapes,  everything  into  the  compound.  they'd  be  hidden  beneath  floorboards,  behind  the  grate  of  room  vents  -  give  kids  some  determination  and  they  could  make  it  work. 

escape  was  possible,  though  only  done  once  before.  she  knew  them  as  marjorie,  one  of  the  older  siblings  whose  spirit  had  elyse  enamored  upon  theirs  and  their  father's  entry  into  the  compound.  marjorie  was  their  sibling,  their  teacher,  their  step-in  guardian,  their  everything. 

fast  forward  to  a  year  of  planning  -  enthusiastic  volunteering  to  start  engaging  more  with  outside  labor,  something  favorable  in  the  eyes  of  the  overseer  and  the  elders  of  the  compound.  they  thought  that  she  was  finally  a  full  believer,  a  willing  disciple,  electing  to  finally  give  their  energy  to  the  betterment  of  their  little  community.  with  that,  she  was  able  to  gain  more  skills  pertinent  to  the  outdoors  -  more  importantly,  they  gained  more  insight  into  the  layout  of  the  compound.  every  blind  spot,  every  hiding  space,  all  of  it. 

she  left  with  nothing  more  than  a  goodbye  note  to  each  of  her  loved  ones  -  years  of  saved  birthday  and  christmas  cash  was  enough  for  the  journey  ahead.  there  was  no  real  destination  in  mind,  opting  for  the  cheapest  line  that  ran  from  mississippi  to  a  far  end  of  the  country.  the  booking  process  was  rushed  —  elyse  only  had  an  hour  of  that  library  computer  before  the  branch  closed.  a  few  days  on  a  greyhound  bus  that  stopped  in  red  creek  and  enough  cash  to  last  her  maybe  two  to  three  weeks  at  the  cheapest  motel.

ever  the  believer  in  signs  and  omens,  tripping  on  a  loose  thread  just  in  front  of  a  laundromat  whose  window  read  NOW  HIRING,  PART-TIME  TAILOR,  INQUIRE  INSIDE  solidified  her  stay.  at  least  for  now.

PART : 005 — POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

for general inspiration, find the tag here ! always feel free to hit me up w/ any of these — we have a whole world of possibilities before us.

coming soon ...

[fatefcked]

and , oh lord !! give him the ridicule , give him the pain but don't give him this !! this hollow-boned tenderness. he didn't know what to do with it. would crush it underfoot .... there was no lovable thing to be found here , only heart-rot and incoherent rage. only bite and bile. bitterness like a tumor metastasizing. inexplicable hunger , gnawing at the self with monomaniacal need ( so unsatisfied ..... always unsatisfied ) , the hollow man and the organ-glutted hound .... what was left of him to give to anyone else ?? he swallowed. a grin ---- sharp and rakish. practiced. " you don't gotta play sweet to fuck me , honey. i'm real easy. promise. "

@fatefcked | oliver & hope

" i don’t think you’re weak,   by the way.   in fact,   in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess. "