#「 ooc. / out of multiplicative factors 」

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[lastmurianwarrior]

((Been the wildest couple of weeks. The animals I mentioned in the last ooc post have all either found forever homes or been taken in by a rescue.))

[restinslices]

Everything

PJO Show Ares x Child!Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 2459

Summary: Ares supposedly hates kids, so it’s really strange that he comes when you call. (Do not let the summary fool you, this is not fluff. Based on a dream I had a couple days ago. Warning for possible ooc Ares and brief mentions of abuse. Blink and you’ll miss it type shit)

“I don't wanna say”, Grover fingers fidgeted with each other as he purposefully avoided eye contact with you. 

“We're friends, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then you have to tell me! You spoke to my father, I gotta know what he said! What was he like? I bet he was really cool! Man, I wish I could've been there and talked to him”, you looked down at your shoes and added more misery to your face than was necessary. It was extremely childish and petty but Grover kept refusing to tell you what your father Ares was like. You had to know though. You doubted he brought you up, but you still wanted to know what he said and what he was like when he was just out and about. Grover had the opportunity to have a long talk with him and that was something you'd kill and suffer for. 

“I doubt you'd wanna do that” he mumbled, but you heard him. 

“Why'd you say that?” You asked. 

Grover refused to expound on what he meant… at first. 

Everyone knew Grover couldn't hold water so it didn't take too much prodding before he spilled his guts. 

The memory replayed in your head more than you'd like to admit, and if it were up to you, you'd no longer be a half blood. 

It made you feel pathetic. Tons of gods- no. All the gods were shitty parents. After all, they had children with mortals and left the children on Earth, knowing they'd be hunted down. Plenty of half bloods died in a gruesome painful way and at a young age. Plenty of gods never claimed their children, even if they made it to Camp Half Blood. But Ares did claim you, so you assumed that that meant he cared for you in some way. He even gifted you with a double sided sword. Surely, he must've loved you. 

You were foolish and you hated how foolish you were. You should've known he didn't care. He left you here with mortals and watched as your home life got worse and worse which was due to multiple factors including a piss poor mother and step family, the aura children of Ares give off that makes people around them experience rage and of course the random monster attacks that your family blamed you for. It was as if they thought you begged Ares to be his child. As if you'd ever do something as stupid as that. 

The rain soaked through your hood, making your hair all wet and gross. You were an idiot. You tried coming home for the school year, thinking maybe your family changed. They said they did. They tended to lie a lot though. You got into a huge fight and stormed out and you were in such a hurry that you completely forgot to grab your pouch full of drachmas and you didn't wanna step another foot in that house. So now here you were, outside with freezing cold hands that couldn't be warmed because your hoodie was soaking and you couldn't call Chiron. Perfect.

You checked your pockets once again, hoping to find something other than the lighter and fruit roll up that was there but alas, nothing magically appeared. You held the two objects in your hand and an idea formed in your mind. 

You could always set the fruit roll up on fire as an offering. You could pray to your father and hope he hears you and sends you something to help. 

No. That's incredibly stupid. Could you even light a fruit roll up on fire? It didn't matter. Not only was that the stupidest offering ever but you refused to pray to him. You'd rather sleep out in the rain then sneak inside when your family was gone to get your shit. 

You put the two objects in your pocket and let your head rest on your knees, exhaustion hitting. It wasn't even physical exhaustion. It was all mental and emotional. Like a leech was sucking on you constantly. Or a vampire. You'd prefer that. At least you'd die quicker. 

The hum of a motorcycle filled your ears, getting closer and closer. Best case scenario, it was a neighbor. Worst case scenario, it was a murderer. Honestly, you'd welcome both. 

The hum stopped and a familiar voice made you look up, “rough night”. 

It was him. Ares. God of war. Father to who knew how many. It was someone you definitely did not want to see… or so you thought. Part of you absolutely despised him now and everything to do with him and wanted to rip him apart. The other part of you though still felt an immense amount of joy when you saw him and you wanted to cling to him like a child clings to its favorite toy. If you were alone, you would've screamed. 

Then a thought crossed your mind. You didn't burn anything. You didn't make an offering. 

“You were going to” he said, seeming to read your mind. 

“Why are you here?” you managed to get out after some time of just staring at him. 

“Why do you think I'm here?” he asked and you could tell by his tone he meant it sarcastically. Like “the reason is so obvious. Stop being stupid”. 

Something about that sarcastic and irritated tone made you think back to what Grover told you. 

“Why don't you like me?” You asked and you hadn't meant to. It was supposed to stay in your head. 

He squinted his eyes at you and looked you up and down, “what?”. 

You could've let it go. You could've said nevermind, thanked him and let him help. You couldn't though. You didn't know when you'd have this chance again (the camp visited them but damn, there was a lot of you) and if you did something to make him not like you, you wanted to fix it. But that wasn't your job, right? Parents are supposed to care for their kids. 

You did that a lot. Your mind juggled opposite thoughts and it drove you insane. This was just the latest bit of juggling you'd been doing. 

“Grover said he spoke to you-”

“Who is Grover?”

“Percy's friend. The satyr”. A look of anger flashed in his eyes. You knew he remembered Percy. You didn't give him time to start yelling about the 12 year old that beat him in a fight. “Grover said that he spoke to you. I asked what it was like and he said that you said that you hate kids. Even your own. And when we visit, it's the worst day of the year. So, I was just wondering why you don't like me. Is it something I've done?”. 

Ares just rolled his eyes and sighed, “you're taking that personal?”. 

“It's kinda hard not to”. 

“I came to take you back to camp, not talk about whatever crisis you're having right now”. 

You didn't know if you were angry because of what he said, or because of his effect on others. Either way, blood started rushing to your head. “I'm not asking for a lot. I'm asking for an answer. A simple answer. Why don't you like me?”

“I don't like any of my kids”

“And that makes it better?” You asked in disbelief. Ares just stared at you, emotion void on his face. 

“Why do you do this? You keep having kids even though you hate them. Why?”. 

“It's not that simple and I don't have to explain anything to you”. You wished he'd show emotion. Any sliver of it. He was too calm, too numb. You'd prefer him yelling at you but nothing seemed to phase him. He was talking to you the same way you'd talk to a toddler. 

“It is incredibly simple. Just stop having sex with mortals. You already have Aphrodite -who is a married woman but whatever-” you rushed the last part. You didn't particularly care for the affairs between the gods. “How could your eyes possibly wander?”. 

Seeing him show a sliver of anger when you mentioned Aphrodite only filled you with more rage. That’s what angered him? That’s what got emotion out of him? “Really? That's what gets you? What about me being drenched?”

“You chose to come out here” he said through gritted teeth. If you knew Aphrodite was the key to him showing any piece of human emotion, you would've brought her up earlier. 

“I didn't choose this!” Your voice rose, “I didn't choose to be abandoned by my father and be stuck with a dysfunctional family for the rest of my life. You should be angry at that, not me mentioning Aphrodite. You should be enraged at the thought of anyone putting their hands on me and your hands should be covered in their blood! That is how it should be”. 

“Believe it or not the gods aren't too keen on the idea of killing mortals”

“But turning them into various objects and ruining their lives when it's a boring Tuesday is ok?”. His face went back to being blank and emotionless and your plan to stop talking was scrapped. You weren't even sure what you wanted. You wanted him to show something besides anger. Sadness? Regret maybe? Just something to show that maybe, just maybe, he cared deep down and regretted leaving you. 

“None of us asked for this. You all just decide to create and leave us. And you hating the people you created is… I don't know. And it's so stupid that I've spent years of my life trying to get you to be proud of me, only for it to be impossible!”. 

“I claimed you didn't I?” he defended himself, but you scoffed. 

“That's the bare minimum dad! That's like saying your kids should be grateful because you feed them!” You were full on screaming by now and you wouldn't have been surprised if a neighbor came out to see what the fuss was about. “I don't even know why I'm having this conversation with you. You probably hate being called 'dad’ and you don't care. You're never gonna get it”

“I try everyday to make you see me and you do everything in your power to not see me. To not see any of us. I would work myself to death for you. I would betray anyone close to me for you. If you asked me to burn down the world for you, I would. If you asked me to extinguish the sun, I'd find a way to because to me… to me you were everything. You are everything”. 

You couldn't tell if your face was wet from the rain, or from tears of sorrow and anger. It could've been both. Your eyes certainly stung and you hated it. You knew you had every right to be frustrated, but you hated how weak it made you feel. The children of Ares weren't supposed to cry. They were supposed to be headstrong and fight their enemies. They were supposed to be fierce warriors capable of bringing armies down to their knees. They were meant to shed blood, not tears. 

You thought for a second you saw an emotion cross his face. You couldn't pinpoint it though. It happened too fast and there was a good chance you were imagining things. 

“You can go. I'd rather sleep in the rain. I wouldn't wanna be even more of a burden” you spat with such venom you didn't know it was possible. Sure, you could have a bit of a temper but this felt different. It wasn't just anger or annoyance. There was a mix of grieving. 

It went silent for awhile, and the adrenaline you felt slowly went down. Reality started to sink in. You just yelled at a god. People who were known to cause destruction for something as small as “I think my shoes are better than yours”. 

“Are you gonna curse me? Or, I don't know, strangle me with my own shoe laces?”. Ares reached into his pocket and you looked away and closed your eyes. You expected to feel a burning sensation. That's what you assumed being cursed was like. A burning sensation and then you'd lose a limb or something. 

All you felt was something land on your lap. You looked down and saw a red pouch with gold string keeping it closed. You looked up at him, but he didn't say anything. You untied the string and opened the pouch and inside laid a pile of drachmas. 

Now he spoke, “call Chiron or whoever else works at that camp. Don't die out here”. 

“You're leaving?” You asked. You didn't know why you were disappointed. You should've been happy. After all, you just went off on him about how shit he was. 

“I have a busy schedule”. You wanted to ask if he'd be seeing the married woman he slept with or another unfortunate mortal, but you figured you pushed your luck enough today. 

“Thanks uhh…” you debated on calling him dad but instead you called him by his name. “Ares”. Then you remembered some gods could be particularly upset when you used their name. “God of war and all those other honorifics”. 

“Yeah” was all he said before he sped off, leaving you alone once again. You didn't know what he was saying “yeah” to but you didn't have enough time to ask and he probably wouldn't even answer. 

You called Chiron and asked to be brought back to camp but you didn't tell him about the conversation you had with Ares. 

You couldn't get the conversation out of your head, even after you showered and laid down to finally get some rest. 

Of course you kept thinking about the conversation and how lucky you were Ares didn't throw you into the street and run you over. 

Another thing stayed on your mind though. 

You didn't give an offering. You were told the gods would listen if you burned something that mattered, like the thickest piece of meat on your plate. You weren't sure they were actually listening and honestly you thought it was a real asshole condition. 

All you had was some stupid candy and you didn't even burn that and the minute you thought about it, he appeared like he was already watching. 

But you doubted he was watching. You doubted he listened to your prayers at all. 

You were one of his children which was something he hated. He'd claim you, possibly send a gift then be done with you. He didn't listen to you anymore. He didn't watch over you anymore. 

It was a coincidence. That's all it was. 

You were sure of it. 

At least, you tried to be. 

This is definitely ooc Ares but YA’LL KNOW I’M A LITTLE FUCKING SLOW! BE PATIENT WITH ME GOTDAMMIT😭 If you saw any errors, no you did not. I already proofread it once and I don’t feel like doing it again like I typically do. It’s 1am. I should be asleep.

[sixosix]

US TRAITORS NEVER WIN | LYNEY

notes 3.1k words! hey guys, this series started before arlecchinos release, so if you're reading this post-arlecchino-release and wondering why she might be ooc — that's why!!

before you read! this chapter involves a lot of flashbacks going back and forth with the present narrative. To avoid confusion, you’ll notice the difference in tenses. hope you’ll be able to read without hassle!

warnings hostage situation, mentions of violence; it’s nothing explicitly gory, but be cautious if you want to read!

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The stillness of the room feels like a slap to the face. As the 15-foot-tall doors shut with a thud, Lyney has nowhere else to look but in the heart of the room. There is no spotlight, but his attention is arrested by the dark claws leading up to none other than their ‘Father’.

"Lyney, Lynette," The Knave greets. Her legs are crossed, yet she takes up the entire couch anyway.

No, better yet, her presence floods the entire room, and Lyney is suffocated.

Usually, he'd have no problem with 'Father' addressing him directly; she’d done so multiple times as her successor. He could speak without stumbling, knowing he was doing his job and doing it right. But there's a new factor in play now, and he doesn't know what 'Father' would do if she finds out about you—if she hasn’t already found out about you.

A heavy weight settled over his limbs: fear, anticipation, or some emotion you’ll only ever learn when faced with a Harbinger. Lyney feels suffocated. Lyney wants to drop to his knees from the pressure of all of it. (He feels angry instead for thinking of caving in so quickly.)

He breathes in deeply and bows along with his sister. "'Father', welcome back," he says, grimly wishing he had meant it instead of this.

Arlecchino hums, her gaze icy. Lyney feels sweat gather on the back of his neck. He keeps his head hunched, and Lynette does the same. "Lovely party. I heard Tartaglia dropped by?"

"He said he was collecting debts," Lyney says.

Arlecchino laughed under her breath, though it was more like a huff from her nose. "He says that, but he's only here for personal business. Yet the Tsaritsa would let him, as usual.”

Lyney frowns. Personal? Although they could never turn away a Harbinger from entering the banquet, Lyney is positive they never invited him. And then he wonders if you only came because Master Childe was there—and he doesn’t like that thought at all.

“But,” Arlecchino says, selecting a champagne flute from the table by her feet, “we all know this isn't what we're here to talk about.”

Lyney carefully composes his expression, silent, lingering for her to say it first. Lynette’s tail flicks. Arlecchino scrutinized them.

“I heard about the mishap of a performance. That was supposed to be the night you were going to investigate the Oratrice, wasn’t it?”

Although she phrases it like an innocent question, Lyney could find the implications. You have failed.

She continues: “Were you ever planning to tell me about Y/N?”

Lyney was already expecting it, but to hear your name from her mouth made him wince. It turns out she already knew the answer.

Lyney finds his voice through some bout of a miracle. “Y/N’s not involved in this, I—”

“From what I heard, you haven’t investigated it, still, even when you performed again.”

It’s true. Lyney and Lynette could only perform safer tricks—Lyney wasn’t in the right state of mind to fully focus on his performance. And upon reconstructing their props, Lynette discovered they had used the wrong rope to tie up the water tank. It was all set up too hastily to try and rebuild it. But there was another reason: it slipped from his mind.

“She’s not part of the House anymore,” The Knave continues at Lyney’s guilty silence. “And I know you’re smart enough to realize she’s after intel. Whatever it may be, it has something to do with the Traveler after us. As a child of the House, would you irresponsibly let someone interfere with our mission like that?”

Lyney says, “It’s not like she would be against us—”

“She chose to leave. Aren’t you doing her decision a disservice by pulling her back?”

Lyney knew that this would happen. He knew well enough to predict what ‘Father’ would make them do, but still—

“We understand,” Lynette says, her eyes darting down to Lyney’s clenched fists.

The Knave stares at Lyney, and the strength of her stare has Lyney lowering his eyes to the floor. “Do you?” she asks. They wisely stay silent: Lynette’s hesitance and Lyney’s frustration. “Then I trust this won’t happen any longer.”

‘Father’ plucks an image beside her thigh, then reveals it. The Knave holds his gaze as his jaw goes slack.

You and Childe build an agreement to keep up the facade, though it was mostly because Childe owed Aether. Something about how Lord Tartaglia is a family man, you don’t really understand—he mentions many names, and you’re too hungover to remember who Tonia was.

You had never been so… chill with a Harbinger like that before, but he was alright. Discussing your previous experience as a Fatuu and understanding the terminology he threw around was nerve-wracking, but Lord Tartaglia didn't mind. He treated you as an equal. And though it was most likely because of Aether, it was a strange feeling you would never get used to.

When Childe vacated the Teapot (what the hell), Aether was on your business in a flash. He said that Childe went back to the banquet while you slept to evade suspicions but found something instead—a picture of Lyney.

“What?” You frown, inching away from Aether’s stare. “What does a picture of Lyney going around have anything to do with me?”

Never mind that you want to see it, though.

“It was a picture of you and Lyney,” Aether says. “Canoodling, like what Childe said.”

Aether grasps your horror and makes it worse by demonstrating a copy of the image blown up overnight.

It mainly was Lyney in the frame, hair mussed and looking very much like a damsel in distress with his pretty face. He was holding someone up, and you recognize who that dress belonged to right away because you’re still wearing it. If you gape long enough, you’d feel his warmth on your side. That wasn’t all, though. The picture had color, and the red mark on Lyney’s neck might as well have gouged your eyes out and called you stupid in itself.

The headlines: SCANDAL: MAGICIAN’S MAGIC WAND FOUND IN UNLIKELY COMPANY!

The reactions: Is that his lover? Is this an affair? Goodness, I’ve never seen Mr. Lyney so intimate with a woman before! Was this woman shamelessly draping herself all over him? Have some decency… Wait, what do they mean by his magic wand?

“Oh my fuck,” is all you can say, mainly because ice has begun to creep up the newspaper.

“Whoa,” Aether says, staring wide-eyed. He’s never seen you use your Vision before, even involuntarily.

You bury your face in your hands. If Aether saw the picture, who else could’ve seen it? The first name that appears to mind is Arlecchino, and although the mysterious, strangely-colored drink helped calm your headache, it was back in full swing at the flash of her face. This has to be on the highest level in the category of Fuck, this is a very Bad Situation.

“Do you show your face often?” Aether asks, gently prying the picture off your frozen hands. “I doubt anyone who doesn’t see you every day would be able to recognize you, but…”

“The only people who get to see me are customers when I’m helping out at the shop,” you say, remembering how much of a hassle it could be for Rosalie when the shop gets busy during February.

Your blood runs cold. Aether and Paimon startle when your fists slam on the table as you rush to exclaim, “Rosalie!”

It was pouring uncontrollably. The cup of tea was warm in your hands, but you couldn’t bring yourself to drink it when a strange woman sat across you, staring.

“Does it not taste right?” she asked. “Or are the clothes uncomfortable?”

The clothes were comfortable, but her eagerness to please you wasn’t. It was unsettling. Reminded you too much of someone. You had been thinking about how to tell her that she should throw away the clothes you were wearing previously—you’d rather dig up a hole and bury yourself there than see it again and relive everything.

The tea was starting to feel too heated. You flinched away, and some liquid splattered on the white tablecloth. You froze, stammering a weak, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, smiling gently. Her smile was somehow warmer than your drink. “You don’t have to drink it, but it could help you warm up. Set it down on the table for a while.”

You later learned her name was Rosalie. She owned this flower shop, though it hadn’t been doing well recently. All of the flowers looked lifeless and wilted. She was about to throw away the flowers outside before she saw you.

She never demanded why you were outside, alone, with ice on your arms. She never looked at you wrong. There had to be a catch that you were missing. But there was a thunderstorm outside, and you had an inkling that Lyney wouldn’t be above looking for you in the pouring rain. You didn’t want to risk it and find out, either.

Rosalie glanced at you, sensing your apprehension. “Do you have anywhere else to go for the night?”

You hesitated. You were raised to be a liar. But did you even have a reason to lie anymore? Quietly, you murmured, “No.”

Rosalie nodded in understanding, even though she didn’t know anything. “Then, would you please do me a favor and rest here for the time being?”

Why would it be a favor to her? What kind of manipulation tactic was this?

Rosalie laughed at whatever face you were making. “It would make me feel a whole lot better if I didn’t send out a child during this storm.”

Ah. That made more sense. Although it felt like she was still trying to appease you, it was a sufficient explanation you could believe.

You sipped your tea and felt a little less cold—if not for yourself, then for this strange but nice woman.

For the first time in a long time, you slept somewhere unfamiliar. You were too tired to argue last night about who was going to take Rosalie’s bed; honestly, you might have passed out mid-word from exhaustion. Rosalie’s bed was like a cloud—tearing your eyes open pained you physically.

And to make it worse, you didn’t want to wake up. Would Rosalie walk you back to the orphanage now that the sun was shining? Would you have to face ‘Father’s disappointment? Would you have to face Lynette’s? Freminet’s? Lyney’s?

The door creaked and you hurried to flutter your eyes shut, the hair on the back of your arms standing. You listened closely to the click-click-click of heels that inched closer to your vulnerable, supposedly asleep body. Your fists clenched, preparing to summon your weapon if necessary.

Instead, you felt the weight of… something warm settle beside you. 

“Wake up soon,” Rosalie whispered. “The food will get cold.”

Yet she didn’t wait for a response. You heard her heels fade away as the door clicked shut.

You turned to your side and came face-to-face with a tray of breakfast. It was still warm. Everything about this place and the strange woman felt warm. You could’ve just been hungry, but it looked different from any food you used to be served with. 

(It tasted twice as good, too.)

Rosalie gazes into the depths of nothingness. Her senses creep back to her, her limbs ache, and she cries out for help. Her first instinct is to move, but then she realizes she cannot. A sliver of light floods the floor from the crack of the door, but she doesn’t need her eyes to figure out she is tied to a chair.

Before she could react, a flashlight was pointed at her face. Fear churns inside her like thunder rumbling.

“You know what we’re here for,” the voice says, deep and impatient. “You’re lucky you managed to get this far without anyone killing you first."

Rosalie watches them warily. She doesn’t want to speak.

Then a new voice chimes in, much more feminine, yet also as unfriendly. “The kid. Tell us where you hid her.”

Rosalie frowns. “Kid?”

“Don’t act stupid,” the woman says. “The kid you adopted.”

Rosalie forces her expression to fall into something more blank. She does know what they’re talking about. Although you’re no longer a kid, you’re Rosalie’s kid, not theirs. Her arms are starting to numb from the tightness of the ropes. She has to leave now.

“You think acting dumb will save you? We already have proof you have the kid. You know who we are?” The man directed the flashlight to their outfits. Had Rosalie not been biting her lip so hard it was bleeding, she would’ve gasped. “We’re not someone you want to piss off.”

“Who would’ve thought; the Fatui kidnapping a woman who was never involved with the likes of you,” Rosalie says bitterly. She tastes blood on her tongue and can only hope they don’t see how she’s trembling. She has to be strong for you—one crack and you’d be in danger.

The woman with the purple hood sneers, “You’ve gotten yourself involved the moment you kept that House runt.”

Rosalie is a little bit lost. “What do you mean?”

When Lyney asked for your presence at the banquet, you turned to Rosalie for help. She was more than pleased about this; seeing her fret over you with such passion was warming.

You felt a little stupid dressing up this much. You reasoned to yourself—and to anyone who would ask—that it was to fit in, but Rosalie made a comment about how it seemed like you were off to impress someone, and it has not left your mind since.

Who would you even impress? The other orphans? The wealthy old men who would undoubtedly eye you up? Lyney? The thought had your face flame up for a reason you didn’t want to investigate. Would Lyney also wear something different? (Would Lyney notice it if you wore something different…?)

The polearm he had gifted lay in the corner of the room. You could easily look at it from here.

As she styled your hair, you found yourself blurting out a stupid question: "Have you ever been in love before?"

"Oh?" Rosalie's smirk could be seen in the mirror. "Who is it? Don't tell me it's that Outlander boy—Aether."

"What? No."

Rosalie nodded, satisfied. "He doesn't seem like the type of boy to settle."

You wondered if Lyney was the type to settle. Then you ended up wondering if Lyney still liked you enough or was just keeping a facade; Lyney wasn't above sweet-talking. It was part of his job.

"Well," Rosalie sighed wistfully. “I’ve had conversations with countless men and women that might have led to something deeper, but I never could find myself committing to it.”

She brushed your hair gently like you imagined a mother who loved you would. “Instead, I fell in love with the articles featuring different places. Mondstadt caught my eye the most—with their Windwheel Asters. Imagine running through a field of them as they spin along with the Mondsadt wind!”

Rosalie’s eyes were sparkling; you could tell, even from the mirror. They looked so far away as if imagining what it would be like. “Having them stored neatly in pots and vases didn’t feel the same,” she said.

"Really? Then..." Your face fell. Were you keeping Rosalie here? Was it your fault that she never got to explore?

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true,” Rosalie said, pausing from brushing your hair to press her cheek against yours. “I also fell in love with something else one rainy day—an adorable little girl I swore I would care for as if she were my own. You aren’t keeping me bound, ma chérie.”

You held her gaze through the mirror, awestruck.

Rosalie smiled warmly, pecking your cheek. “I thought I was just sick of Fontaine—my own home. But I know if I leave you to fend for yourself, I’d get homesick.”

You and Aether reached the shop, but—

You know what it would look like, yet the sight of a chair toppled over doesn’t make it any easier. Your eyes sting the longer you look at it. Was Rosalie struggling? Were her cries muffled? Was she screaming for help while you were out drinking?

Aether warns you of any traps, but all they left is a hole in your chest at the dull air of the shop.

“She’s not—she’s not here,” you breathe. It’s the obvious, it’s clear as day: Rosalie’s been taken hostage. You should’ve seen this coming. Your past will never leave you. You should’ve never gotten involved with innocent Rosalie—you only deceived her—

“Y/N.” Aether’s voice is only a whisper, but you jolt out of your thoughts anyway. “Do you need to sit down? You’re shaking.”

Your eyes slip downwards and realize that the floor had been iced over. Some of the flowers freeze, then crumble.

You look away, ashamed to have shown your face to Aether when you’re vulnerable like a pathetic little child. “I can’t just sit down while Rosalie is out there, Aether. I can’t.”

Aether doesn’t look pleased, but he nods in understanding. “Should we get the Gardes involved?”

This would involve the Fatui—Lyney, the orphans, The Knave. Why would you drag other innocent people into this mess, too?

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “I don’t know if it would make it worse.”

Rosalie couldn’t understand a thing. These Fatui were telling her that you were a Fatuu in an orphanage called the House of the Hearth and that you betrayed them and got Rosalie involved with the bounty painted on your back. But it would explain why you were alone and didn’t have anywhere else to go, why you had bruises and scars all over, and why you had the eyes of a seasoned warrior even as a child.

But she couldn’t understand why you never told her. Were you afraid of her? Did she give you a reason not to trust her?

Her chest aches, ashamed at her ignorance.

Then she blinks at the flood of light. The knife on her neck is promptly removed; and when she looks around wildly, she realizes that the Fatui were on either side of her, bowing deeply.

Her eyes couldn’t adjust right away, only processing a blur of a tall figure. The figure made its way towards Rosalie; she won’t admit it, but she’s terrified. But then the figure kneeled before her and presented a flower.

Rosalie’s eyes widen. “You’re—the woman with the Sneznhayan—”

The Knave’s dark eyes pierce through Rosalie’s. “I believe I owe you a talk, at the very least.”

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[fallingdownhell]

I'd kill for you to write some Xiao x fem reader smut

No need to kill anyone, I'm so down to doing it without that xD

Though, it has been a hot minute since I last wrote smut, so I apologize in advance if it's not the best

Content ahead: female bodied reader; top reader; bottom Xiao; ooc Xiao; nipple play; coming untouched; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; praise; no protection; creampie; not proofread yet

Word count: 3,8k words

Sorry it took me this long to write it, but still, have fun reading<3

I hope I did not forget to mention anything of the content. But if I did, please tell me so I can add it!

Minors do NOT interact!

You sighed as you collapsed on your couch, completely exhausted from a long day of travelling around and fulfilling commissions. The heat of the sun during this hot summer day didn't exactly help either, only adding to the pile of external factors that kept draining your energy.

For a few minutes, you just laid there, contemplating wether you should just get up and take a well needed and deserved shower, or just fall unconscious right here and now.

But in the end, a shower seemed far too appealing, with the way you felt dirty from all the sweating during the day. So, with a grumble, you got up and went to your bathroom, hoping that the water would aid you in feeling a bit more relaxed.

And in the end, it did help. Once you exited the shower and finally put on your pyjama, you felt like an entirely new person. You couldn't help but take a deep breath of relief, before working on your skin-care-routine in front of the mirror.

When finally satisfied with the well deserved self-care, you unwrapped the towel on your head, letting your still wet hair fall down. You only brushed through it, deciding to just let the rest dry on the air.

Finally feeling better again, you exited the bathroom to once again make yourself comfortable in the living after getting something to eat.

When you got out and rounded the corner towards your living room, you got the scare of a lifetime when you noticed a person standing there in the middle of the room.

You let out a short scream, ready to summon your weapon and fight for your life, when the figure turned around. That's when you finally recognized the familiar hair and stature of the intruder to be Xiao.

You visibly relaxed and let out a deep breath, beginning to laugh a bit at the situation.

"Xiao! Archons, you scared me! Don't do that."

"Sorry..", was the only answer you got back. You noticed his tone sounded a bit strange, almost a little... beat up. You approached him and in getting closer to him, you finally noticed it.

"You're hurt!", you exlaimed as you saw several cuts all over his body. You knew that as an adeptus, Xiao's body couldn't be compared to that of a mere human. But this was still strange.

Precisely because he is an adeptus, his own healing powers should have already taken care of such injuries. But here he was, clearly not healing the wounds.

When you pointed it out, he turned his head to the side, but said nothing about it.

"I'm sorry, I.. shouldn't have come here.."

But he was here. And the fact that he allowed you to see him like that and wasn't trying to hide it from you, told you more than you needed to know. He felt safe with you and trusted you to take care of him.

Even if he denied it afterwards, saying that he can take care of himself, sometimes, the touch and love deprived adeptus just wanted to be doted on.

"Come on", you gently said, extending your hand towards him. "Let's get you fixed up again."

And when he looked at your hand first and then your soft smiling face, he couldn't find it in himself to deny you of anything. So, without protest, he took your hand and went with you to the bathroom, where you kept your first aid kit.

You knew that there probably wasn't much stuff in there that would actually do anything for him, but it was the closest thing you had in your household, so you both just had to deal with that for the time being.

Making him sit on the bathroom floor, you went to look for said bag and when you found it, you took a seat in front of him, starting by assessing his condition.

In the end, Xiao wasn't in as bad a shape as you had initially thought. Sure there were many cuts scattered all over his body, but those really were just minor scrapes you only needed to clean out a bit.

However, there was a noticeably bigger one, stretched across his left upper arm. Since you couldn't really do much, you opted to clean it and then wrap some bandages around it. You would leave it there until the morning, and if his adepti powers hadn't healed it till then, you would have to find some other way to patch him back up.

Throughout this entire ordeal, Xiao kept quiet, simply watching you moving around, trying to help him, even though he could clearly see how tired you yourself were.

Once you were finally done, smiling to yourself while looking at your boyfriend, Xiao still didn't say anything. Instead, he began to lean forward a bit, letting his head come to rest right under your chin, while slowly wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

You were a bit surprised by his actions, but quickly adjusted your position to sit more comfortably, returning the hug by placing one hand around his back and the other into his hair, softly massaging his scalp.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he melted into your touch, plus the added reassurance he got from listening to your heartbeat made Xiao feel at peace again. He often felt like this when being with you, and although he wasn't quite used to it yet, he still very much enjoyed it. You slowly but surely became his sole reason to keep going, to not succumb to his dark and twisted desires. And he loved you even more for it, for saving him without you even realising it.

No words were spoken as you both sat there for a few more minutes, just basking in each others presence. Silence never felt uncomfortable between the two of you, and you were grateful for it.

When you pulled away from Xiao for the first time, he too raised his head to look into your eyes. You both studied each others faces as you slowly leaned in, getting closer and closer until finally, your lips met in a slow, loving kiss.

There was no urgency whatsoever behind the kiss, just a soft press of your lips against each other, conveying just how much love you had for the other.

When you parted again, you looked into Xiao's eyes, able to see the lust behind them, slowly beginning to cloud over him. He did the same as his grip around your waist tightened a bit, trying to hold you even closer to him.

Then, the next second, your lips crashed together again, but more forceful this time around. It was a messy, open-mouthed kiss that openly displayed the desperation the both of you had tried to hold back.

You burried both your hands into his hair, gripping tight and pulling him in even more. A soft moan escaped Xiao's lips as he used his strength to press you against him, so you could feel how turned on he was from all this.

You were the first to break the kiss again, gasping for air, while Xiao settled with kissing down your neck and nibbling on the exposed skin there. His hips had started to grind against clothed cunt, the friction feeling incredible, as his hands wandered upwards to cup your breasts, gently kneading them.

"Mhh..", you let out softly, hands still in his hair, holding him against your neck. Now joining in with the motion of his hips, you matched his pace and were able to draw yet another quiet moan out of him.

"Bedroom.", you managed to get out in a low breath, but you still managed to get Xiao's attention.

"Yes!" He sounded desperate, but you refrained from laughing at him, fearing that he would dissapear on you if you did that.

Instead, you both scrambled to get up from the floor, but as soon as you were standing, his lips were on yours again, desperate to feel you against him again.

You moaned into the kiss, trying to guide the two of you towards your bedroom. Luckily, it was just acroos the hallway, but it still proved itself a difficult task.

But you made it, and when you were sure of your destination, you gave Xiao a slight push, making him land with his back against the mattress. He was about to protest, but you didn't waste any time and immediately climbed on top of him.

Your still clothed cunt pressing against his erection again, you continued to grind against him, giving him more of that delicious friction. He let out a moan, but it was quickly swollowed as you leaned in for another kiss.

Soon, both your hips were moving in rythm, riling each other up even more. Xiao gripped your hips, desperately trying to push you down even more.

You smiled into the kiss, deepening it even more when you slid your tongue into his mouth, exploring it.

But you soon noticed that Xiao, although he seemed to enjoy it, wasn't really doing anything. He didn't really initiate anything to take things further. And while you were concerned for a second, you soon realized it.

That maybe, today was one of those nights. Where he didn't want to be in control. Where he just wanted to relax, let you do anything that you wanted to him, without having to care about anything at all. But, not wanting to just assume anything, you had to make sure. After all, you wanted this to be enjoyable for the both of you.

So, you slowed down your movements against his clothed cock, which obviously seemed to upset Xiao. He let out a frustrated noise as he pushed his hips up further into you, grinding even harder now.

"Xiao, darling. Slow down.", you whispered into his ear, one hand gently pressing against his chest. He whined at that, but still listened to you, slowing down his movements but never stopping completely.

You leaned back a bit so you could look at your boyfriend beneath you. He was looking up at you, his eyes clouded over with lust and desperation.

"Why.. did I... something wrong?"

He was already unable to form a proper sentence and you guys haven't really started yet. It was adorable. But you refrained from straight up pouncing on him again.

"No, baby. You did nothing wrong. But I need you to tell me what you want tonight. I don't want to assume anything.", you reassured him, gently grazing your fingertips over his arm and chest.

Xiao looked up at you, his eyes filled with the love he held for you. He knew that you knew what he wanted, but you still needed him so say it. "Want you.. only you. Do what you want, I don't care!"

You couldn't control yourself anymore. After hearing him so needy and desperate, the last thread of restraint within you finally snapped, as you went down to attack his neck while pressing your hips into his again.

Xiao cried out at the sudden pleasure, thrusting up into you in a hectic rythm. He circled his arms around your head, keeping you pressed against his neck, as you altered between kissing and licking his skin. You could clearly feel how hard he was through his clothes, shortly wondering how he could still be so sensitive even after all the times you already did it. Not that you were complaining about it, in fact, you find it rather adorable.

As you were still busy marking up his neck, your hands wandered down his chest and slipped underneath his shirt, pushing it up until you reached his nipples. Slowly circling them with your fingers, they quickly hardened under your touch, causing Xiao to let out a loud moan.

He quickly threw an arm over his mouth to try and keep him more quiet. "Don't do that", you said as you detached yourself from his neck, looking into his eyes while slowly wandering down his chest. "I want to hear you, hear everything."

And as he began to lift his arm up again, you smiled and started to lick one of his nipples, taking it into your mouth, sucking on it, before circling it with your tongue again.

"A-Ah! (Name)!"

You continued with it, one hand keeping itself busy with the other nipple, while your free hand gently caressed the skin on Xiao's hip. He was squirming so much under your touch. His cock, still in the confines of his clothes, was throbbing and pressing against your stomach. And in your mind, you wondered if you could push him over the edge like this.

"Please, I'm so close! Please, please... touch me!", he cried out, gripping the sheets beneath him, trying to thrust up more into you, to get more friction against his dick. But you wouldn't budge.

"Not yet.", you whispered, before attaching your mouth to his other nipple, switching places with your hand. "I want to see you come undone like this first. Can you do that for me, darling?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!", Xiao screamed, already so close to his orgasm. He could feel it, so, so close..

"Then do it."

As you said that, you gently bit his nipple, pinching the other between your fingers, pushing him over that delicious edge. You felt his cock throbbing in his pants as he screamed, coming from all the pleasure he was recieving.

His entire body spasmed as he came down from his high, eyes glazed over with lust as he looked at you. His mouth hung open, his chest heaving up and down heavily with each breath and you smiled at him.

You crawled up to him again, giving him a gentle kiss to his cheek as he was still out of breath.

"You did so good, Xiao. Such a good boy for me.", you praised him, knowing that he needed this. He needed to know that you were satisfied with him, that he did nothing wrong. Because, even in moments like these, that was still a constant fear in his mind.

"Are you ready for more?", you whispered into his ear, and although Xiao didn't trust himself to speak again just yet, he still nodded, giving you the okay to go ahead.

You smiled at him again, giving him a quick, loving kiss. Then, you worked on getting Xiao out of his clothes, first his already pushed up shirt, then to his shorts. Once he was only in his underwear, you got rid of your own shirt, finally revealing your soft breasts to him.

His eyes were immediately fixed on them. With the way he was looking at them, you thought that he could almost start drooling.

You couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought, as you got up a bit to get rid of your sleep short and your panties along with them. But, even now, Xiao's eyes were still fixed on your breasts.

"Do you want to touch them?", you asked, cupping them in your hands, playing with them, while you remained out of Xiao's immediate reach.

"Please!", he begged, not feeling above it anymore. He needed this badly and he would do anything to achieve it.

You smiled at him as you crawled towards him, your legs now on either side of his chest, with your pussy hovering in the air above him, your breasts now hanging in front of his face.

"Go ahead."

Once given the go, Xiao immediately cupped them in his hands, latching his mouth and tongue onto your nipple, trying to make you feel just as good as you did to him a few minutes ago.

"Mhh..", you let out a soft hum at the feeling, enjoying it. You let him play with them for a while, holding his head close to you as he switched between your breasts.

Then, unbeknownst to him, you let your free hand wander between your own thighs, starting to prepare yourself for him. You slowly circled your fingers around your clit, playing with it.

Realizing how wet you already were, you easily slipped a finger inside yourself. "Ahh!", a moan escaped your mouth at the feeling of intrusion. That sound only spurred Xiao on even more, now also starting to knead the soft flesh in his hands.

With the added stimulation, you pressed against his mouth more, slipping another finger inside yourself to stretch you even more. And as you glanced behind you, you caught sight of Xiao, already hard in his boxers again, thrusting up into the air, searching for some kind of friction against his aching cock.

Now eager yourself, you pushed a third finger inside, feeling a bit of discomfort at that, but the added stimulation from both your clit and your breasts easily drowned that out, turning it into pleasure.

You continued to let out low hums and moans, spurring Xiao on with them, who shamelessly moaned against your skin.

When you felt like you prepared enough, you pulled back from Xiao's face, sliding down his chest to sit on his dick again. At first, he chased after you, but as soon as he felt you on him where he needed it the most, his head fell back again, moaning loudly at the contact.

"Ahh! (Name), please!"

"Are you ready for more?", you asked above him, slowly circling your hips on top of his boxers.

"Yes! Please, please! I want it!"

A smirk present on your lips, you gribbed the last fabric of clothes remaining on his body, pushing it down. Wet, sticky noises could be heard as you did so, the cum from his previous orgasm staining parts of the fabric. When he was finally freed from it, some of it still remaining on his hard cock, you gently took him in his hands to give him a few strokes.

"A-Ahh!! Oh... Archons! So... goooood!", he wailed loudly, not even trying to hide his voice anymore. His body twisted and turned, probably because he was still sensitive, but his hips still tried to thrust up into your strokes, not wanting the pleasure to stop.

But by now, you were impatient as well. You wanted to feel Xiao inside you again, not wanting to wait any longer.

So, not wanting to loose any time, you gribbed him by the base, holding him there, while you positioned yourself above him. Before you lowered your cunt onto him, you looked him into the eyes, whispering a soft "I love you", then you sank down on him.

Xiao, who was opening his mouth to reply back to you, had the words punched out of him, a loud moan coming out in their stead as he felt his cock going inside you.

So wet, so tight, so warm...

It was such an overwhelming feeling, he had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from immediately coming again. He could feel everything of you, how his cock twitched inside you, as you bottomed out, taking all of him.

"Hah.. ahh.. (name).."

Xiao was gone. The last thread of sense he tried to hold on to was finally cut. He cared for nothing else anymore but you and him, together like this. And he wanted it to never end.

You, on the other hand, felt the same way as him. But you were also impatient, having dragged out your own orgasm for far too long. So, eager to finally get your release as well, you slowly raised your hips, before sinking down on him again.

"Ahh! Yes! Yes!"

"Mhh, Xiao..", you hummed as you leaned down to catch his lips in a heated kiss again, starting to raise the pace of your hips with each thrust. Xiao tried to match you, thrusting up into your cunt in rythm with your own movements, making him reach even deeper inside of you.

You both moaned into the kiss, swallowing each others noises, but not drowning them out completely. When you finally pulled away again to catch your breath, you noticed how Xiao's thrusts were starting to grow more irregular. He must be close.

"(Name)! (name), (name), (name)!", he chanted your name like a prayer, seemingly not able to form any other, coherent words.

"Are you close, darling?", you asked, watching him as he shut his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, nodding his head at your question.

"So... so close!"

"Me too. Touch me, Xiao."

And he knew exactly what you wanted him to do. Without wasting a second, his hand flew to your clit, circling it and stroking it between two fingers, giving you the stimulation that you needed.

"Ahh...", you let out a moan, picking up your speed even more.

"Please, please! I'm.. close! Coming..", Xiao whined beneath you. He was so close, desperatley wanting to come, and yet, you could tell that he was still holding back. But you were not about to let him suffer anymore.

"Do it. Come for me, Xiao. Be a good boy and do it."

"AHH! Coming, coming!"

As he screamed, you felt his cock twitching, releasing inside you like you asked him to do. His mouth still hanging open, unintelligible noises coming out of him as he continued to empty himself. His movements against your clit slowing down for a few seconds, before he picked it up again.

But you have not yet finished. So, you continued to push his cock in and out of you, even as he started to whine from the overstimulation.

"(Name)! Too much! It's.... too much!"

"I'm almost there, baby. Just.."

Hearing that, he concentrated on his fingers, making you feel good and before you knew it, you were pushed over the edge as well, your walls spasming and clenching around his cock, still inside of you.

"Ahh, Xiao!", you moaned as Xiao tried to hold back his tears, the feeling starting to become too much for him to handle. Yet, he continued to stroke your clit through your orgasm, wanting to earn your praise still.

When you finally came down from your high again, still twitching a bit, you focused your gaze on Xiao, who looked up at you. You gave him a soft smile, leaning down to capture him in a kiss again, but this time, slower and more loving.

Your lips were lazily moving against his, the fatigue catching up to the both of you now.

"Shower?", you asked as you pulled away from him. Xiao groaned as he nodded at your question.

You both made your way to the shower, cleaning each other up while whispering sweet and loving words into each others ears. That night, no nightmares came to haunt Xiao in his sleep as he felt saved and loved in your embrace.

[yanderes-galore]

If it's okay can I request Transformers Prime Megatron with your prompts 2, 11, and 44 with a human reader?

Of course! @okchijt and I came up with the plot for this one so hopefully it came out great after I fleshed things out :) This takes place a little after you're first abducted by Megatron.

Yandere! TFP! Megatron Prompts 2, 11, 44

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Cybertronian/Human pairing, Obsession, Torture mentioned, Threats, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Slight OOC Megatron, Forced relationship.

The fact humans were capable of such resolve both intrigued yet infuriated Megatron. How long had it been for you? Weeks? Months? It didn't really matter to him.

All he knows is for such a small thing you're resilient. Starscream has been sent to your cell on The Nemesis for a long time now. Despite the pain inflicted on your fleshy body, you refuse to talk or give up any info on the Autobots.

Starscream yet again kept disappointing Megatron. To think he's unable to make such a human talk is inconceivable. You're human, you should be cracking by now.

It's almost impressive really, even if it's pointless. Compared to most humans you never know when to quit. It's a trait that shows loyalty... to the wrong cause.

Despite your annoying stubborn behavior, Megatron found himself intrigued by you. Your traits frustrate him yet draw him in. He wants to know what makes you tick.

He oversees your interrogations, watching as you're either shocked or yelled at. Even through extreme psychological stress and threats you refuse to betray Prime. Megatron is almost jealous at such loyalty.

If only some of the Decepticons besides Soundwave and Shockwave show such loyalty.

Such intrigue prompts the Decepticon to remove Starscream from the job of interrogation. No, this was now between you and him. Your resistance is a trait Megatron wants to utilize... perhaps he can make a deal with you.

Megatron notices the confusion in your gaze when he steps in. A grin is on his face as you show slight weakness for just a moment. You quickly swap to a more defiant gaze right as Megatron locks the cell behind him.

"So you're the human that's been giving Starscream hell? I should thank you for that, actually. However, you aren't getting away with that when it comes to me." Megatron begins, observing your reactions carefully through his optics.

"We'll see about that..." You grumble just enough for the Decepticon to hear.

"Yes, we'll see..." Megatron begins. "We'll see what happens to your friends and family when you don't give up the Autobots. Even if you don't give the answer now... we'll find them. I don't mind extinguishing their spark in front of you."

Megatron sees fear flicker in your eyes at the threat but you still don't relent. Starscream, as much as he hates to see it, was right. In a sense....

"Think about this instead, for being a human you could make a great Decepticon."

He sees your face contort into disgust.

"I'm not telling you anything! Just as I have multiple times before! Let me go... kill me... it doesn't matter just as you said. I'll never tell you about the Autobots. They're my family, they care for me and they'll find me!"

Megatron felt his Energon heat at the fact you're defending the Autobots. The Autobots are scum... the fact you still stick by them on his turf sets him off. He was even starting to consider sparing you as a Decepticon if you've survived months of torment!

You needed to crack... now.

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!" The Decepticon roars, revealing a key factor of his intentions.

After the outburst there's silence. You stare wide-eyed at Megatron as he glares down at you. Megatron does realize what he said and takes a moment to ponder. It's a bit degrading to himself to stoop down to liking a human this much but... you're an exception. Perhaps while watching you and growing annoyed he was just in denial about such a fact.

Either way it appears he can use this as leverage.

You still appear to be processing the accidental confession. It's a surprise to him too. The silence is deafening as you try to process the disturbing confession given by your captor.

"Love me...?" You say in nearly a whisper. "How could a monster such as you love me? Didn't you say you hated humans?"

Megatron tries to search for an answer, momentarily distracted by his own confession and your questions. You're pushing him in a corner. It's surprising how fast you swap the power in your favor even if it's for a moment.

You really are something special.

"Go on, answer!" You growl. "If you said you hate my kind, what makes you think a confession such as that will make me love you?"

Megatron is silent, watching you bark at him like an angry dog. You are quite brave yet stupid to fight someone like him. It's what he likes about you... yet it stings slightly.

His silence prompts you to continue.

"The likelihood of me loving you, if that is truly what you want, is about as likely as you beating the Autobots!"

Megatron takes note of the grin on your face. You're enjoying the power trip. You haven't been on control of your situation for a long time now. You're reveling in the momentary power.

He'll put an end to that, you've asked enough questions already.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!" Megatron counters. "Mocking me is a poor decision. You are not the one in power here."

He hates that you somehow have such an effect on him. He could squish you with his claws but he doesn't. No... he "cares" too much, huh?

You take notice due to being such a perceptive human.

"You have one last chance to cooperate. Things will only get worse from here if you continue." Megatron warns. He's already being too merciful with you as his. You only smile sweetly.

"You couldn't hurt me... you LOVE me, don't you-"

*SLAM*

The noise of Megatron's fist puncturing the wall rings in your ears. You have a look of fearful surprise on your face when you catch a look of Megatron's blazing red optics on you. Only now to you shut up, realizing playing with your captor really won't at all be like Starscream.

Megatron's deathly silent as he lowers himself to snatch you up in his hand. You now begin to shake, losing the confidence you once had. So much for the tough act....

It seems only now you understand the power imbalance between you two.

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?" Megatron mocks, grinning when he sees you tremble in his hand. "You need to learn your place. You're still a human after all."

For once, you're shocked into silence. You can tell by the gaze in Megatron's eyes that you've sealed your fate. He isn't going to kill you, at least you think....

He's going to put you through hell and back for trying to mess around with him. You wish you held your tongue. What were you thinking, mocking Megatron as a human?

You can only guess it'll be much worse than when you misbehaved around Starscream.

Even if he did say he "loved" you.

[gftimelordstwin]

Hey there!

Name’s Stanley Pines, though you can just call me Stan. Figured it’s about time I give this Internet thing a shot— after all, everyone’s on it these days, right?

Now, I’m not the brains of the operation, that’s my brother Ford. He’s the one with all the fancy titles nowadays, but I’m the guy who gets things done. We travel through dimensions pretty regularly. Y’know, fighting off whatever weird alien or monster decides to show its ugly face. Nothing we can’t handle, of course!

PINES! PINES! PINES!

Anyway, I’m not one for long speeches. Just thought I’d introduce myself. Stick around, who knows what might happen next.

See ya around! - Stanley Pines

OOC: OH WOW THIS BLOG WAS LONG OVERDUE- anyway here's the companion blog for Stanley to my other blog @gftimelord because I actually couldn't help myself HAHAHA! My main blog is @matrixbearer2024! Lee is mostly still same old same old, he's just a hidden genius and dubbed 'carer' to Doc. In terms of the Doctor Who franchise, he's similar to any timelord's companion(e.g. Bill, Clara, Donna, etc.) I'll mostly have him set post-weirdmageddon but I'm open to shifting whichever point in time for questions or RPs, have fun everyone! P.S. Down below are insights to his character and inventory for anyone interested or planning to interact with him!

Lee's inventory:

Multitool:

Lock Picking: Designed to pick locks of all kinds, from standard doors to more advanced mechanisms.

Electronic Fiddling: Can be used to tinker with small electronics and gadgets, though Lee prefers more practical solutions over technology when he can.

Simple Mechanical Fixes: Handy for quick mechanical repairs, Lee uses this when brute force isn’t the best option.

The Doctor(AU Stanford)’s Old Blaster:

Energy Weapon: A basic blaster for ranged combat, though Lee doesn’t often use it unless necessary. He prefers the physical satisfaction of a fistfight but keeps it for emergencies.

Adjustable Power: The blaster has multiple settings for stunning, damaging, or disabling targets, though Lee usually keeps it simple.

Brass Knuckles:

Close-Combat Weapon: Lee’s weapon of choice in most situations. He’s skilled at hand-to-hand combat and uses these to pack an extra punch in a fight.

Durability: Built to withstand multiple hits and heavy use, these knuckles are well-worn and reliable.

Zygon Forcefield:

Personal Shield: A protective barrier which protects him from the worst injuries in dangerous situations. Lee often uses this out of caution which makes him ridiculously hard to kill and all the more dangerous in close-combat situations.

Camouflage: For a temporary time, the advanced zygon technology refracts and manipulates light to turn Lee invisible to the naked eye. This can be activated and disabled manually.

Energy Absorption: The shield absorbs incoming energy-based attacks but has a limited capacity before needing to recharge.

Repair Box:

Immortality: A set of nanobots that constantly repairs and heals injuries on Lee’s body, making him functionally immortal. Age and illness won’t kill him, but fatal injuries still pose a threat.

Healing Factor: Non-fatal wounds heal rapidly, allowing Lee to recover quickly from injuries that would incapacitate others.

Autonomy: Lee made Ford promise never to bring him back once he chooses to end it, granting him control over his immortality.

Watch/Log Recorder:

Travel Logs: Keeps track of multiverse coordinates and records short, practical notes on their journeys.

Dimensional Awareness: Helps Lee keep track of which dimension he's in, providing useful information about their location and any notable anomalies.

Communicator: Think like how a smart-watch can send and recieve calls and messages, his watch functions the same way with it's other added functions.

Coin:

Fidget Tool: Lee keeps this coin as a simple distraction, flipping it when he’s thinking or waiting. It’s a grounding tool for him during tense moments.

Memory Keepsake: While he never talks about it, the coin holds sentimental value for Lee(Soos gave it to him).

Stack of Cards:

Games: Used to pass the time or engage in games of skill, these cards are always on hand. Lee’s excellent at card games and has a natural sleight of hand.

Distraction: In tight spots, Lee’s been known to use the cards to distract or mislead enemies.

Satchel (Hidden Under His Blazer):

Storage for Small Gadgets: This satchel contains his coin, cards, and other small items. Lee keeps it concealed under his blazer for easy access.

Minimalist: True to Lee’s practical nature, he carries only what he needs, keeping the satchel lightweight and easy to hide.

Bigger On The Inside: The bag functions like a small bag of holding without the weight restraint, Lee can fit a surprising amount of items in it thanks to how it functions.

Lee's Appearance:

Lee wears a dark brown blazer mostly to keep himself warm, also having more layers on adventures when clothes are prone to tearing is generally a bonus!

He also sports a red beanie with his signature icon(the oyster) on it since it reminds him of home, also because Mabel gave it to him.

Started wearing gloves to protect his hands more since his knuckles and palms constantly get scratched up from all his roughousing(and fighting).

His sachel is always tucked under his blazer out of precaution(to avoid being pickpocketed or it being stolen off him), his pockets are more for his hands than anything.

Wears boots under his trousers since he thinks they're just more practical.

Key Quotes About Lee:

"If it's stupid but it works, it ain't stupid."

"Work hard, play hard."

"Rule number one: The Doctor lies."

"Good men don’t need rules."

"Never be cruel, never be cowardly. Hate? That’s just dumb. Love’s a whole lot wiser. Be kind, even when it’s hard."

"I do what I do ‘cause it’s right. It’s decent. And above all, it’s kind. If I run today, good people are gonna die. But if I stand and fight, some might make it. Maybe not all, maybe not long, but that’s good enough for me."

"Brains and cruelty don’t mix, never have, never will."

"Sure, a straight line’s faster, but c’mon, where’s the fun in that?"

"Don’t go flexin’ muscle for no reason. You’ll just embarrass yourself. But if you’re mad? Yeah, go ahead, throw a punch."

"You know when folks tell you everything’s gonna be fine, but you don’t buy it? Well, I’m telling you— everything’s gonna be fine."

"This is me, right here, right now. What matters is who I am, not who I used to be."

"In all my time across the multiverse, I ain’t met a single person who wasn’t important. Not once."

"There’s no point in bein' grown up if you can’t be a kid sometimes."

"You don’t just quit. You don’t let stuff happen. You stand up and say, 'No!' You do what’s right, even when everyone else runs for the hills."

"I’m not runnin’ away from anything, I’m runnin’ to it. Before it fades out forever."

"Great men are made in fire. Sometimes, it’s the ones who light the match that never get the credit."

"My back’s killin’ me. Guess it’s ‘cause I’m stuck carryin' the weight of all these deadbeats who crush everyone else’s dreams."

"Call me by my full name again, and I’ll remove your organs in alphabetical order. Got it?"

"There’s better stuff to do today. Dying? That can wait."

"Letting things get to you? That’s called bein' alive. Best part of it, really. If you’re alive right now, you’re doin' fine."

"I’m always gonna be the optimist. The guy hopin' for the impossible, dreamin’ about what comes next."

"We’re all stories, y’know? So let’s make this one a good one."

"Everything’s gotta end at some point. If it didn’t, nothin’ would ever start."

"Life’s a mix of good and bad. The bad doesn’t ruin the good, and the good doesn’t fix the bad. It’s all just... there."

"The more we learn about each other, the more we learn about ourselves."

"Yellin’ at the world ain’t gonna make it better."

"Somethin’ doesn’t add up? Well, let’s go poke it with a stick!"

"We all change, all the time. That’s how it is. And it’s okay. Just remember who you used to be, and keep movin'."

"Funny thing about stories… feels like you don’t make ‘em up. More like you stumble across ‘em. You keep diggin’ and writin’, knowin’ that somewhere out there, there’s that one perfect ending that you never saw comin’, but was always meant to be. It’s like you’ve been headed for that spot the whole time, without even knowin’ it."

"Y’know, for some people, it ain’t the big moments that matter. It’s the small, beautiful ones. That’s what life’s really about—those little sparks that make it worth all the trouble."

"We’re all capable of changin’ in ways we never imagined. But here’s the thing—ya don’t gotta lose who you are to do it. We grow, we evolve, and we still hold on to the parts of us that matter most. You get to choose who you wanna be next, and still respect who you’ve been."

[bibibbon]

Hi not sure if I can share here but will try anyhow. I did a fic with villainess Izu (I love Fem Izu) and I'm trying to run away from the cliches like "am is evil and it's the reason for Izu turn into villainy" when in reality Izu in my fic barely thinks of him.

She is not with LoV bc they are a bunch of lunatics.

She wants revenge against BK. But bk is not her sole existence. She has a life, BK on the other hand, doesn't have a life or anything.

Hope the link is working.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60962698/chapters/15573494

Hi @mikeellee 👋

Thank you for your work!! I have yet to finish reading it as of now but oh I love how you're branching out from the classic and a lot of the time ooc villain tropes of izuku and actually giving us a Canon similar one where izu acts more like a morally grey vigilante of sorts.

We have had this type of conversation multiple times but personally, I believe a villain izuku would just be an izuku that actively goes out of their way and breaks the status quo realising the hurt and destruction its caused society. This izuku reclaims their autonomy from the society that tried to label them in one box, they reclaim autonomy from their abuser who beat them down for being something that they can't control and they actively try to gain members to join and realise their own worths isn't just in quirks and what society thinks they can be but it's what they belive they are worth.

One thing izu is right in is that not everyone is born equal. Quirkless or not individuals are never born equal and that comes to various factors from the quality education one receives, their socioeconomic standard and do much more. While these inequalities within beings of society do cause disparity and oppress minority groups in MHA izuku would be shown to actively try and combat it and so would many other characters.

The League of Villains definitely won't match izukus wavelength if thinking, and I doubt izuku would willingly join in a cooperative relationship unless shigaraki changes his views and starts to approach societal problems in a non lethal way that doesn't scream "DESTRUCTION IS EVERYTHING!".

[dakusan]

K-POP Roleplay!

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢 ˋˏ Hello! Name's Roxy or Dakusan, whatever you prefer. I am looking for someone to roleplay with who will be just as enthusiastic as I am: sending headcanons; fanart; music; chatting, active communicator; I don't want this to be only about the roleplay itself, I am trying to create a bond here. I will be listing below what I am looking for and my rules, so please have a look through them and read thoroughly. ˎˊ

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜'𝗠 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𓆩⟡𓆪 I am looking for a Kpop roleplay, as it is my forever obsession at this point. 𓆩⟡𓆪 I would like someone that is open to Doubling so we can all be satisfied with each side. I am not going to neglect your side, so definitely don't be shy! 𓆩⟡𓆪 I have ocs for Stray Kids, ENHYPEN and BTS. Though I have severe Bangchan brainrot so I am specifically looking for someone to play Channie for me and in return I can play anyone!!  𓆩⟡𓆪 Looking for someone that is fairly active both OOC and IC. Someone that can post multiple times a day. 𓆩⟡𓆪 Discord friendly only! 𓆩⟡𓆪 Only Canon x OC 𓆩⟡𓆪 Please be 18+ or 21+

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝟭 ┊┊ No one-liners please. I feel as if I am being robbed off of a better response. If I do not get the detail needed or more information on what's going on with your character, I don't know how to react. Please, do not get offended if I ask for more from a response you give me! I am guilty of this too, so ask if you need more from me. My writing style is Semi-Lit, Lit, and Adv. Lit, it all depends on my partner as I try to match. 𝗢𝟮 ┊┊ I need a detailed character layout before we start the roleplay. Everything I say or respond with is based on who your character is, not just who my character is. Your character is just as important as a factor on replies as mine is! 𝗢𝟯 ┊┊ My life can become hella hectic sometimes, however, I will never leave you hanging for a reply. I will tell you what’s going on and let you know when I’ll be back so that we can continue. And the same goes for you! 𝗢𝟰 ┊┊ Beware that I roleplay with individuals over 18+ and 21+ as I do like adding NSFW content. Also, be comfortable to write ONLY in 3rd person. I've also had people refer to either of our ocs as "you and me", this isn't a self-input, this is an OC, there is no "you" nor "me" in the plot, there is only your OC and my OC against respective love interests.  𝗢𝟱 ┊┊ I'm a person that replies rather quickly, so expect that, I've had someone get intimidated by that (somehow), so that's just a fair warning. Because of that, I'd prefer someone who is also able to reply multiple times a day, and I'd love to be able to talk OOC with you c: . 𝗢𝟲 ┊┊ Beware that I only roleplay CanonxOc, and in terms of pairings I only do FxM, I can do GxG for your side, but MxM I have had bad experiences and so I am not comfortable doing, sorry. I also only Double in my roleplays. 

𝗗𝗢'𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧'𝗦 𓆩⟡𓆪 𝗗𝗼'𝘀 ⟡ Be 18+ or 21+ ⟡ Develop the plot with me and contribute. This means as we are making the plot and roleplaying I will not be the only one carrying the plot out. ⟡ Be willing to have or create a google doc. ⟡ Match the amount I am roleplaying with. ⟡ Be okay with adult content. ⟡ Be communicative! Let's talk about anything, about your day, us simping over the characters, tiktoks, youtube shorts, pinterest, etc etc.  ⟡ I only roleplay over Discord, so I am expecting you to also be willing for us to share discord tags and take it there. ⟡ Be an active replier and communicator please.

𓆩⟡𓆪 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁'𝘀 ⟡ Randomly leave and expect me to not be confused and annoyed. Understand I can get impatient, I will check in on you, but if I see there's been more than a month since you have replied both IC and OOC, I will terminate the roleplay/leave the server. This will only apply if you have stopped replying altogether to everything. If you are active OOC but not in IC that's fine, life happens, or if you lost interest we can talk about it and such. ⟡ If you are someone who does not like to talk OOC, joke around, or is not active or simply shy to talk OOC or in worst cases, dry texting, then please don't message me. It frustrates me having to carry the conversation. ⟡ If you are going to message me all interested, but then when we share OCs suddenly stop replying, or when we started to plot you suddenly disappear, please don't message me. Saves us BOTH the time that just got wasted. ⟡ Attempt to just branch off what I say and only give reactions. I cannot carry the weight of the roleplay all on my own. 

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗠𝗘 -ˋˏ Do message me privately on here; Introduce yourself to me, do tell me if you have any ideas or if you want to brainstorm, who you want me to play for you, etc etc. I roleplay over Discord only, so if we are compatible to which I hope we are,  then we can switch to there! I look forward to meeting you. ˎˊ

[buriedyou]

𝐊𝐀𝐙 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐑.

previously found at: kraaiking, hebzucht, & wraakraai.

This portrayal is in no way ​connected to or written in conjunction with the Grishaverse, ​including both the Six of Crows duology or Netflix's Shadow ​and Bone show. Kaz has been removed from the world entirely and ​rewritten with original lore based on various pieces of media and ​folklore. There is also some inspiration taken from Erin ​Morgenstern's The Night Circus. Much of the writing done on ​this blog will be based in realms of fantasy and will include ​aspects of the supernatural. Much of this story is intentionally misleading and runs in ​circles. Kaz Brekker and Dirtyhands are the same creature. ​Your muse is welcome to question this, to believe them as ​separate entities, or to dismiss any of the legends entirely. I ​welcome any and all of it, and in fact encourage questions both ​IC and OOC. His main arc will always default ​in the real world, but as imagined with fantasy elements. In this ​world, much of the stories that involve Dirtyhands are ​regarded as urban legend. Kaz, when presented as Brekker, ​appears as simply a man and travels very often for business. Much of my inspiration for this ​interpretation comes from various folklore such as stories from ​the Netherlands and different aspects of corvid legends. ​IMPORTANT TO NOTE: Kaz is DISABLED. As a result, he ​walks with a limp and a cane. He is often in a great amount of ​pain, dependent on multiple factors. Kaz is used to ableist ​language directed at him and doesn't care (in fact, he thrives on ​people underestimating him for it), but I will not tolerate it. ​You'll be hardblocked. He also has an extreme case of haphephobia, ​in which he cannot tolerate touch. It is extremely difficult to get ​close to him without his permission, but should your muse ​think to try it, there will likely be consequences. Please keep ​this in mind. Kaz is a very violent character. I will not water him ​down for the sake of a better dynamic or to satisfy egos. I will ​not woobify him. He can and will lash out. If your muse is ​mouthing off and being smart, he's bound to cause injury. On the flip ​side, he's smart. Very much so. And he knows better than to ​strike someone who is very obviously more powerful than he ​is. Plotting is great for discussing these kinds of interactions! ​But if you don't think you (or your muse) can handle his ​aggression and violence, please refrain from interacting.

FULL NAME: Kazimir Rietveld Kaz Brekker SPECIES: Unknown. Presents humanoid. TITLES: Dirtyhands. The Crow King. The Murder. The Father of Blight. GENDER: Non-binary (he/they) PRESENTS AS: Masculine humanoid AGE: Unknown. Presents in 20s DATE OF BIRTH: December 25 PLACE OF BIRTH: Lith, Netherlands ETHNICITY: Dutch (Paternal) & English (Maternal) SOCIAL STATUS: Wealthy criminal and conman RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Committed (Captain Inej Ghafa of the Wraith)

HAIR: Black. Cropped and kept short except for the top, which is kept ​long and swept back from his face. EYES: Black, bottomless, void. Long inky lashes. BODY TYPE: Lean, thin muscle. Wide shoulders typically set in faux ​ease in company. Legs attribute to most of his height. VOICE: Rough and rasping due to trauma in his human ​youth related to smoke damage from fires. Defaults West Country English accent. Natural Southern ​Dutch accent. SCARS: Unknown quantity. Visible notables include slash through left ​eyebrow and across left side of upper lip, over the bridge of the nose, ​two on left cheek, and three on right cheek. TATTOO(S): The Dregs’ Cup & Crow (LEFT INTERIOR FOREARM). ​The letter ‘R’ (RIGHT EXTERIOR BICEP). PIERCING(S): Silver hoop (LEFT EARLOBE).

AILMENTS: PTSD. Paranoia. Depression. Fibromyalgia. Haphephobia. Broken leg (RIGHT). ALIGNMENT: Chaotic neutral ABILITIES: TBD...

CURRENTLY.

the king of the barrel. PRESENT DAY. Generally, Kaz is perceived most often as Brekker. He is a ​businessman with various dealings both attached to him and ​linked to a pseudonym. It’s most likely that your muse will ​encounter them as Brekker. It’s less likely that your muse would come across Dirtyhands, ​though not entirely improbable especially if your muse is non-​human. Meeting him as Dirtyhands is rarely a good thing. Kaz’s primary interest and goal is collecting information ​relevant to their partner’s work. Inej is a deified saint and ​goddess for stolen women and children, and hunts down those ​who would harm these marginalized groups. Kaz finds, swindles, ​and drops these abusers off for her to do with as she pleases. He ​also on occasion has assisted her in relocating those who have ​been misplaced. Kaz, as the businessman, is a known thief and conman, an ​accomplished one at that. He has been hired for work related to ​these skills many times. This is a great plot idea to build on. TO NOTE: He is often accompanied by crows. These are transfigured ​members of his gang, the Dregs. As Kaz, they may present as ​their human forms; otherwise, there is probably a corvid in the ​background wherever Brekker is.

Have you heard the tale of the Crow King? The story of the ​monster who wears many faces and bears many names? Some ​say he is a demon with claws or talons. Others think him merely ​legend. A cautionary tale for naughty children who would do well ​to fear a ghost.

There are many different versions of this story. I could tell you ​the one where the boy killed his whole family in exchange for ​riches beyond measure, but in the wake of such tragedy, he was ​instead cursed to a half-life as a carrion scavenger who would ​never be satisfied in this mortal realm. Or perhaps you would ​enjoy the story of the boy who loved magic and mischief and ​traded his heart for a chance to wield both freely. Of course, ​nothing comes without a cost and the boy would indeed be full of ​magic as much as he would be full of hunger.

It would not matter which way we started. All that really matters ​is that you know this: whatever you hear, it could very well be the ​truth. But it may sooner be a lie.

Take care what you believe...

ASSOCIATED SUPERSTITIONS.

› Hearing six consecutive crow calls is a bad omen.

› If you find a crow nest tipped upside down, it's been abandoned ​and death is imminent on the grounds upon which it was made. ​Crow nests are particular from other bird nests as they often contain ​various trinkets stolen from humans such as spoons, coins, and other ​objects made of metal or other such shiny materials.

› Crows in groups of six or more roosting in town or on personal ​property are a bad omen.

› If you have noticed the lingering company of a crow, you may ​respectfully determine the cause for their interest. Leave a ​sentimental item made of metal, or any item of value to you, at ​the edge of your property. If it's been left alone by the following ​morning, you needn't be concerned. However, if you find that ​your offering has been pilfered, it's too late. You'll be ​remembered. You won't be forgiven.

ALT VERSES TBD...

[spceboyz]

some personal hcs/notes about how i write the dib beast... ( pilot dib // show dib // florpus + comics dib // older teenage dib? ) ↓ ↓ ↓

∙ PILOT DIB

horrible seussian creature. absolute fucking maniac. no redeeming qualities at all. genuinely out for blood. i dont even know why im adding him here because i cant imagine i will ever write him because hes just way, way, way, too unhinged 😭 BUT I GUESS HE CAN BE REQUESTED???

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∙ SHOW DIB

show dib is a fun one, even though, TECHNICALLY, i haven't written him yet; i tend to lean more towards florpus/comics dib in regards to how i write him on this blog, but i do try to involve some show dib influence in there as well! this dib is also a little freak; commonly antagonizing both zim and any of the other paranormal creatures he comes across. dib seems to lack both sympathy and empathy, often times ignoring other peoples explicit words or emotions. this isn't because he's intrinsically uncaring or immoral; he's just so caught up with himself and his own prerogative that he rarely stops to consider anyone elses thoughts or emotions. despite this inherent selfishness he still desperately craves validation from his family and peers, and is quick to declare himself the only real intellectual while disregarding everyone else who doesn't see eye-to-eye with him.

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∙ FLORPUS/COMICS DIB

ah yes... florpus dib... my most normal (not by much) boy/my default characterization of dib! as i said earlier i tend to default to writing dib at like, 80% florpus influence and 20% show influence; i think its fun to keep dib as vaguely antagonistic but i like it when hes able to feel genuine human pathos as well which is where the florpus inspiration comes in 😭 florpus dib and show dib share a bunch of similarities-- mainly their unquestionable pride and heavy-handed passion, but what makes florpus dib different from the rest is that he is actually susceptible to empathy! :D! hes still generally antagonistic to anything inhuman but moreso in an excitable preteen way and less in a 💥💥📸📸📸 i am going to harvest your organs-kind of way. despite being relatively selfish and easily distractable florpus dib is a somewhat better son/brother and makes a slightly more earnest effort to meet his father half-way and be a better brother-figure to gaz. his rivalry with zim is just as intense and strong, but there are points where he'll be just a 🤏 PINCH friendlier if they have to put aside their differences for a time. this dib is much easier to befriend and is generally a nicer guy, but oooonly if you're human. otherwise hes gonna remain a freak, but he is at least more willing to potentially befriend a monster! it might just take some effort...

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∙ bonus: older/teenage dib?

the way i write teen dib is based on multiple factors-- namely whoever it is i'm writing against and my own personal hcs 😭 i feel like a canon teenage/YA dib would essentially be the exact same as 12 y/o dib but vaguely more mature, but i characterize him a little differently based on my own personal preference which might feel vaguely ooc but whatever teen dib is basically my oc anyway LOL so, anyways, my teen dib is an exceptionally tall, lanky, vaguely disillusioned vaguely punk/emo kid who is relatively more put-together and a little less of a maniac. somewhere throughout his high school career he decided he should be a better son and brother and started taking on a more responsible and familial role towards his family, doing his best to get good grades to prepare for a job at membrane labs. his fascination with the paranormal is just as strong as ever-- and so is his rivalry with zim, but he just doesn't spend every waking moment anymore trying to capture vampire bees and bigfoot and he treats zim a little less seriously and more friend-like, sometimes letting the alien hitch rides in his backpack so he can scheme while being higher up in the air. teenage dib is more mellow by a longshot, but he's still relatively antisocial and still comes across as generally creepy to his peers. he doesn't desperately crave validation from his fellow classmates as much anymore, and has actually been able to hold onto a very minute selection of like-minded friends. when his homework and studying are done he continues to keep tabs on the swollen eyeball community, as well as plan the rare and occasional ghost hunt. he smokes cigarettes occasionally after turning 17, getting nicotine hookups from his friends, but its something he tries to do in secrecy/something he doesnt do often because of how tricky they are to get underage. despite being more disenchanted as a teenager dibs pride and passion for his interests remain unquestioned and he still plans to achieve his paranormal-investigator goals ( and defeat zim ), just with a full time job on the side.

[dc-polls]

DC Comics "They Would Not Fucking Say That!" Poll Tournament

Tournament & Submission Rules

Hello and welcome to our very first tournament! By popular demand, the theme of this competition is "They would not fucking say that!"

This means we are looking for dialog or an action from official DC source material that is painfully, woefully, egregiously out of character (ooc). Let's call this the "Incident". You will need to describe the incident, provide the in-universe context for it, and make a case for why this is ooc.

How and when can I submit?

Enter by filling out this Google form: Click Here

Submissions open as soon as this post goes live, which is Saturday August 12.

Submissions close Wednesday August 23, at 11:00pm EDT (same time zone as New York).

What kind of incident can I submit?

You may submit any single exchange of dialog or single action that occurred in official DC media by a DC character. It must be specific and concise, and not a general overarching way that a character or storyline is handled. You will have a whole "go off" type of section to explain, so save the context and arguments for that. The incident itself should be fairly specific!

Dialog doesn't have to be one single sentence, but do your best to keep it to only the ooc part and be as brief as possible.

Even though the theme of this tournament has "say" in it, we are allowing actions, decisions, etc. Again, keep it to only the ooc portion.

Can I submit more than one incident?

Yes! Just keep in mind to submit only the most heinous of ooc situations.

Note: Multiple entries for the same incident won't affect its standings. But I will do my best to combine the info so that each submitter's voice is heard.

Is this limited to print comics?

No, any DC property is allowed, but keep in mind that you should be clear when making your case if the incident was ooc for that particular incarnation of the character, or if it's relative to comics canon.

You will have to specify what medium or universe they are from. Examples include Arrowverse, DCAU, Webtoon, Post-Flashpoint comics, etc.

How is the bracket handled?

It is very likely we'll have a preliminary round to help with seeding. This would be an opportunity to let the community weigh in on adherence to the theme and interpretation of the incident.

If there is not a preliminary due to low number of entries, and if the submitted incidents seem about evenly weighted, we will go with random seeding.

The tournament will be single elimination. If we somehow get an exorbitant number of submissions, we may do a multi-armed bracket with round robin for the finalists. More detail will be provided here if this happens.

At the moment there is not a set schedule, and pacing will depend on number of entries. So your best bet on catching the next wave of polls is to follow this blog.

Polls will run for seven days each so that there's plenty of time to vote, share and discuss in the reblogs.

Voters should only consider how much of a character assassination the incident is. This means your love or hate for a writer, story or character should not be the deciding factor for your vote.

Can I send in propaganda for an incident once polls are live?

If you want to bolster the argument for an incident being ooc, put it in a reblog! This way it stays with the poll and everyone knows where to look for some extra info.

It is not recommended to send asks with propaganda, as these end up getting buried.

Is there a tag for this tournament?

Yes! All polls for this tournament will be tagged with #dc-polls-twnfst

What if I have more questions?

Chances are if you have a question, others may be wondering the same thing, so don't hesitate to send an ask! If something in this post needs clarification let me know and I will edit it.

With how tumblr works, if you'd like to ask something privately you will have to do so off of anon. Be sure to request a direct response so I don't post your ask.

[orchideon]

Madeleine cookie x fluffy dragon cookie reader. Reader has the tendencies to steal his stuff at times.

A/n: Thank you, anon! Happy to be here! 

So, admittedly, I don’t really… fully know the lore with the dragons in cookie run, but!!!!! I will try my best! 

I had another request in my inbox that was similar to this, so I decided to just smush the two together! I admittedly wrote the reader as having a bit of a mischievous streak hehe- I’m also not sure if Madeline is the most in character here, so apologies if he’s ooc-

I hope you enjoy!

Media: Cookie run

Character: Madeleine cookie

Type: romantic

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Madeleine cookie with a fluffy dragon s/o who’s cuddly and has a tendency to snatch things:

-Ohooooo my gosh the cuddles. When I tell you this man *loves* those cuddles—

-You’re so so soft and fluffy! You’ve both caught him falling asleep multiple times almost during those snuggle sessions.

-He finds your dragon habits charming. The little huffs and purrs, the fact your bed looks more like a nest-

-You know the miette post? About the cat? Sometimes you pull that on him to mess with him lol 

-Y’know honestly I feel like a prank war could break out between you two- 

-Madeline would take it in mostly good humour if you snatching things was out of dragon habit or you just making mischief.

-…Sometimes he’s had to return some of the things you snatch, if the occasion you end up yoinking something rlly important arises.

-if you steal his stuff when you want attention he’ll tend to play along n will probably also tease you a lil as he lies down with you.

-When it comes to Madeline’s stuff, you tend to yoink things that he’d notice, and need to get back, but not like- panic over being gone. You mostly do it to tease him.

-If he’s missing something your hoard is the first thing he checks lol

-Sometimes you’ll put *him* on top of your hoard as a lil flirt, y’know?

-LIKE SOMETIMES HE WILL TURN AROUND AND YOU’LL JUST. SLOOOOWLY REACH OVER TO LIKE A CUP OR SOMETHING HE’S LEFT ON A COUNTER AND YOU’LL JUST. HOLD IT AND LOOK BACK AT HIM.

-Honestly you kind of remind him of a cat. (Or Uhhh,, whatever the cookie run equivalent is.)

-You sometimes, when you’re both hanging out, will just. Start brushing his hair (,,,icing?).

-Madeline will *always* lean back when you brush his hair, and just… he absolutely melts into you. I feel like he’d love having his hair played with and tended to, especially after a long day.

-Honestly you two are admittedly what some would consider an unlikely duo- but you both have enough in common that the other part of that “some” would understand why you two are so close knit.

-I feel like you’d be two peas in a pod, honestly.

-When you shifted into a more dragony form for the first time around them, Madeline was in shock for a few seconds. 

-…Then he immediately attempted to pet you because let’s be real here, he wouldn’t be able to resist how fluffy you look. He’s immediately reaching his hand out to Pat you.

-No thoughts at that moment, only urge to pet 

-He could *not* stop petting you for a while, like. You were *so* soft and fluffy and he was in a state of disbelief and bliss.

-Oh, did I mention the utter GRIN that broke out on his face when you started purring? Because yeah, that was a factor too for why he couldn’t stop petting you.

-he LOVES it when you coil/curl around him. It’s so cozy and he can literally never get enough of it. That, without fail, will usually send him RIGHT to sleep if he’s tired.

[ringwraithmd]

this might just be a me thing, but the older I've gotten, the warier I've become of "what if x character made a different choice" fanfics.

I do really love those types of fanfics, and I know the whole point is to suspend my disbelief, which I do happily and often, but sometimes I just can't? Idk. Like I agree that a character could have made a different choice, but if they're well written or at least written consistently, by the very nature of who that character is as a person they would not make any other choice. I guess with the "what if x character made a different choice" I'm more interested in what would push a character to make that other choice different than what's canon.

It's like. Hmm. Let's say I go to a cafe, and I have the choice of ordering either tea or coffee. Now, theoretically there's a 50/50 chance of me ordering either of those options. However, the fact that I do not like tea needs to be factored in. Therefore, while it means I have the choice to order tea, I'm unlikely to. That doesn't mean that it isn't possible there is a world where I order tea, just that it's unlikely. For me to order tea, some variable of this equation needs to be changed in order for me to make a different choice. Maybe they ran out of coffee and I desperately need caffeine. Maybe in early childhood I started drinking tea idk. Either way, as I am currently, I wouldn't order tea.

That's a very simple, small scale example, but it's just something I've been thinking about.

I feel like some of the "what if" stories I've read don't address that, or they want a character to make a different choice without addressing any of the variables that factor into a decision. This includes stuff beyond "oh the character missed the train so they didn't decide x". Yeah, obviously that stuff could change a character's decision, but I'm talking about how who a character is as a person (greedy/impulsive/arrogant/intelligent/kind/compassionate/honor bound/dutiful, etc.) affects the choices they make. How do you change their circumstances so they make a different choice? How do you change them? But then, if you change that character, the character may become too OOC. Maybe that's what the writer is going for, maybe not. But if you don't want to write your character that's OOC, how do you then write the character so that they make a different choice? How do you get a character to make a choice that may directly contradict a major part of who they are?

I think I struggle with reading stories where a character makes a snap "what if" choice, at least with regards to major decisions tied to who that character is (i.e. in the 100, Lexa leaving Clarke at the Mountain). Like coffee vs. tea, the choice may appear simple on the surface, and theoretically there's a world where a character chooses differently, but how did they get there?

I think there's some characters that I can't see make different choices, not without significant changes to multiple variables.

[salarta]

I wanna say some things.

I've been a Polaris fan for almost 15 years now. Fans just tuning in, and some that may have tuned out, may be frustrated with how the X-Men comics keep failing/refusing to do right by the character.

I want to give you all a look from my view, so you can see the progress.

Back when I discovered Lorna, it wasn't because of a TV show. Or social media. It was because, by pure chance, I ran across her entry on the Marvel wikia. She wasn't promoted enough for me to know she exists except by accident.

In terms of the landscape: she was in a bad position. The Wolverine and the X-Men cartoon had just been canceled after the Disney buyout, which meant any plans for her there went out the window. In the comics, she had been reduced to Havok's supporting character girlfriend again, only this time exiled to space for his Starjammers team. It was shortly after I learned of Lorna that she was put in space limbo for over a year, no appearances anywhere at all.

No place in comics. No involvement in mutant events on Earth at all. Stuck as Havok's supporting character girlfriend when last seen. No origin story. Magneto as her dad was still a big question mark, and it wasn't clear if she was even a mutant.

Here is a list of gains since I discovered the character.

Restored as a mutant

Restored as Magneto's daughter

Not stuck in relationship as a supporting character for Havok

Back on Earth, taking part in X-Men comics

Breakout role on Gifted played by Emma Dumont

Multiple good video game appearances

Has an origin story now

Led a team of her own (despite Jordan White undermining her and killing the book)

Won the X-Men fan vote

Interacting with Jean Grey again after decades of nothing

Has a PhD now

Yes, I do complain about the X-Men comics. A lot. I have good reason to be. Within that same time frame, we still have these problems that keep coming up.

Havok keeps getting forced into almost everything Lorna does

Her surviving the Genoshan genocide keeps getting treated like it never happened

Keeps getting forced onto teams named X-Factor, clearly due to Jordan White's nostalgia for 90s X-Factor

Different writers treating her like she either has no history before or after the 90s, never a full accounting

OOC depictions in various places, most notably in the recent X-Factor #4 and Trial of Magneto

Lorna is a work in progress. She spent decades getting treated poorly, with people at Marvel thinking that poor treatment was appropriate. Some of them, like White, even think that poor treatment was somehow actually good and want people to think like they do. Because of this, Lorna has ups and downs in her overall trajectory.

The first thing I want to emphasize is that as a work in progress, it's going to take time for her to get where she should be. You can't undo decades of damage in a single month or year. It's taken almost 15 years to get her where she is now, which is much better than where she used to be despite all the things still wrong.

The second thing is her profile.

Back in 2018, I talked to Jordan White on Twitter. He said Lorna didn't deserve anything. He claimed Lorna didn't have enough fan interest or star power to warrant getting the respect she deserved. He cited nothing for this view other than his general attitude and claiming he'd have more tweets directed to him about Lorna if she had enough fan interest.

The X-Men fan vote proved him wrong. In the past 5 years, we went from Jordan White writing her off as a nobody, to White clearly understanding that he can't ignore her anymore. He knows now that she has way more interest than he was counting on.

That's progress. And while it may not feel like it, poor treatment is also progress in this case. We went from White insisting Lorna doesn't deserve a miniseries, to White greenlighting a 4-part Infinity comic clearly meant to push his personal whims.

Of course, I would vastly prefer Lorna get an actual mini that treats her right instead of something that amounts to a drawn fanfic paid for out of company money. But at the end of the day, her profile and public awareness of who she's actually supposed to be as a character has grown enough that White decided to devote company resources on trying to make people think of Lorna the way he does.

That's a victory for Polaris fandom. It's part of the fight to get her where she should be. Or rather, should've been all along. Don't look at it as end of the road. Look at it as a stepping stone to a brighter future for the character.

P.S. - Jordan White didn't read the original run of X-Men comics until COVID. That's not a problem for the average person. Fans usually don't go that far back. I haven't read the original run, just Lorna's intro issues. But as senior editor of the X-Men comics, you would expect him to have read those issues much, much sooner than 2 years into being senior editor.

[egg-emperor]

I wish I could say the same about Frontiers!Eggman, but... I'm sorry, I still don't like it. The Villain's Precious Child trope is one that I largely roll my eyes at regardless of how it's done, which naturally applies double to a villain that it doesn't even work for IMO, and no matter how the Sage stuff is portrayed, the fandom's already made its mind up on his character, and we know I rarely trust what Flynn claims. Top that off with him still being upstaged by a purple testicle, and... yeah.

That's fine. Coming from someone who's now been on both sides of hating and loving it, and contrary to the beliefs of those that made me their enemy when I was bitter on it too, I have a lot more respect, understanding, and acceptance for those with different opinions to me than they do. :P In fact, I'm even more mellowed out and chill about it than ever because I want to make sure I'm never like those that turned so hostile on me, though I was never close to that in the first place.

I personally think it can work for Eggman but not in the way a big majority of fandom has taken the dynamic from Frontiers and sanitized and simplified it for wholesomeness factor, it's complicated, shallow, and toxic instead. So I still can't engage in fandom the same I could before as fanon is far from it, plus people still see my analysis and writings as criminal for presenting the dynamic as unhealthy, despite how it's canon accurate based on both official word and actual in game content.

I think the "Eggman genuinely accepting creations as being like his kids" thing is fine in itself as he is close to being their father just by being their creator. I've never had a huge problem with him calling himself Metal's father in comics as it was presented as casual and not as deeper, selfless, sincere care. Looking back at Frontiers made me realize it's quite similar with Sage, he accepts the dynamic based on the fact of being her maker and for selfish benefits he states multiple times.

I think it works as being in casual joking manner from Eggman, as a way to butter up his creations and keep them loyal (I can't imagine him referring to them affectionately/praising or showing them affection outside of this), and as his reasonings behind it actually being really shallow, self-centered, and conditional and ultimately only for what he gets out of it with his own pride as creator and benefit in being served by them. I just think all of that is pretty interesting to explore.

The mass majority of fandom definitely isn't going to change its mind on the Eggman portrayal and the dynamic until canon shows them what it really intended much more clearly than Frontiers though, so it doesn't allow for the chance for people to mistake it and put down those who see it for what it is and was even described as by Ian Flynn himself (which I'm half surprised they didn't listen to him but also half not because they always reject canon official stuff in the games they dislike that disprove their theories too)

I can actually see what Flynn means with his explanation of the dynamic and Eggman's "unsettling" side of it and the assertion that he's a "BAD person" warming up to the idea "for all of the wrong reasons", as he emphasized in his Bumblekast answer though. It's definitely actually there in the game. But I still think it's a problem that it's only so clear through certain memos, as it being in a few lines of optional audio over it being shown in actual scenes wasn't the best place to put it with how the dynamic is being misinterpreted for wholesomeness.

And of course I'm still not ever going to be a fan of him being upstaged by the sexy purple testicle when I obviously think him actually getting to control and use the newest powerful evil thing will always be way cooler but my biggest problem this time was the fear he was OOC and I'm just happy it's not the case upon closer evaluation. Of course he deserves way more respect and spotlight too but I'm happy for the bare minimum of his character still being the same in these dark desperate times ngl lol