#(Yvonne's okay to have it though)

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“Yvonne.. Tell me how much longer my shift is.” She chuckles slightly at my child like whine.

“You’re like this because Dr. Zayne has been in surgery all day.” She retorts. If she didn't have a mask on I could see her big grin. Her eyes shut slightly when she smiles like that.

“Okay you don’t have to call me out like that.” I snort.

She’s right though. I get moody when Zayne is busy, it gets so boring sometimes transporting patients to different areas of the hospital. For the past few weeks I’ve been working at Akso Hospital. The decrease in wanderer activity caused me to look for a part-time job. Zayne offered to help me with my expenses but I refused, so as a solution he was able to find me a job here. Of course I was mortified and refused again, but when no other job was calling I ended up taking him up on the offer. For three days out of the week I’m transporting patients to different areas of the hospital. Who knew this was an actual thing that people get paid to do. It’s not a hard job, however it gets so boring having to wait for an assignment. On the bright side, wearing scrubs is so comfy.

“Dr. Zayne should be getting out soon from his surgery in 15 minutes, if all went well. You can transport his patient to the ICU once closing is done.” Yvonne winks at me, still keeping that same big grin. I can’t help my face turning bright red, she lets out a big laugh causing the nurses station to grow silent. We both can’t help but giggle at the awkward stares from our peers.

“Operating room five?” I say staring at the OR board, “I’m getting kinda good at reading medical lingo.”

‘‘Mhmm.” Yvonne mutters, as she hands me the patient pickup report. “Don’t get lost again.” She says as I’m heading away. Once again she calls me out, I can’t help but to get flustered all over again. There is a hard fact about me working here, I get lost all the time.

It’s been longer than 15 minutes, I made it everywhere but OR five. How did I even manage to make it to the morgue? This is going to be my second write up for patient tardiness. Another one and I’m kissing this job goodbye. I punch the elevator button rapidly so it can open. My stomach is in knots, the overwhelming anxiety is causing me to sweat. I’m a hunter for crying out loud. I can read a map, but I can’t understand the hospital layout. Ridiculous. Consumed by my thoughts, I rush into the elevator as soon as it opens. A loud HUMPH is heard as I collide into a body.

Oh shit. I know this cologne.

“Lost again are we?” His sarcastic tone makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I can’t bring myself to look up at him. I know he has that stupid smirk on his face.

Zayne chuckles. As I try to back away to create some space between us, he takes his hand and holds my waist all while resting his chin on my head.

“I got lost trying to find OR five.” I mutter in his chest. Having Zayne so close to me and feeling his hand on my waist makes my already knotted stomach do back flips.

“Hmmm. Ms. Hunter, it seems as If I need to show you the hospital again.” He starts swaying us softly side to side, as if we were dancing. The elevator doors close and we start to ascend.

“Did the surgery go well?” I whisper trying not to ruin our moment.

“As expected, the patient will make full recovery.” He lifts his head up, still looking down into his chest. I take my arms and wrap them around him. If I could, I would freeze us in this movement forever. All of my worries, all of my doubts fade when I’m with him like this. His calmness soothes me in ways I can’t explain. I am truly in love with him.

He places his free hand under my chin, cupping it softly causing me to lift my head and meet his gaze. Before I can even react, he leans in and kisses me. His soft lips collide into mine. Slow and sweet, I kiss him back. But the knot that was in my stomach turns into a fire, a hunger for his touch and skin. As the anxiety leaves my body, my hands find their way to his hair, I tug on it slightly causing a small whimper escape his lips. I stand on my tippy toes and make our kiss more passionate, sliding my tongue in his mouth. His hands move from their previous positions and without hesitation he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands hold my ass for support. There is no struggle from Zayne, he lifts me up and pushes my back against the wall with ease. We break away from our kiss and gasp for air, looking into his eyes again I see his hunger and wanting. The feeling in my pants makes me bite on my lip, his lips curiver in response. A small smirk appears on his face as he catches his breath.

“Naughty girl.” He pants.

“Teach me a lesson.” I smirk

The elevator doors open, and my heart stops working. We quickly let go of each other creating some sort of distance. Zayne shuffles his hair and clears his throat, however there is no hiding the bulge in his scrub pants. Oh how I know he wishes he had his lab coat on. I quickly adjusted my scrub top and hair. Looking at the floor number and realizing we are at the main lobby, Zayne gives a friendly nod at the elderly couple who just walked in, and quickly exits out of the elevator.

“My office after your shift, we need to discuss our conversation further.” He says as before the doors close.

Zayne the man that you are.

The couple gives me a sassy smile and my face grows red. The awkward tension in the room almost makes me throw up. The next stop, I quickly exit the elevator. Now to find the nurses station.

After receiving my second write up, I glance at the clock and see it’s time for me to leave. Midnight. Remembering Zayne’s words I make my way to his office. Knowing that route like the back of my hand, my thoughts take me to the moment in the elevator. The way his eyes looked, like he was going to lose control. His hands on my ass gripping me tightly, the way my cunt was burning for him. He was so confident, so ready to devour me. Surgeons high. I’ve heard of the nurses talking about it before, it’s when after performing a risky surgery the doctor feels a sense of adrenaline and a boost to their ego causes the blood to flow. The thought of cool, calm, collected Zayne disappeared to the man in the elevator.

When I arrive at his office door, I hesitate before knocking. What are you feeling now, Zayne? Pushing my anxiety aside, I place two knocks before I hear his voice telling me to enter. He is sitting at his desk, still wearing his dark navy blue scrubs, the lab coat is hanging perfectly on the coat rack. In the dim office the moonlight illuminates his soft face. He's on the computer typing away.

“Lock it.” He demands, not taking his eyes off the screen. The directness causes me to react instantly. Oh so it’s going to be like that … fine. Let's play Dr. Zayne.

I make my way to his desk and perfectly sit on the corner, crossing my legs like a perfect school girl. He is still typing, not looking away from the screen.

“Finishing the report ?” I glance over.

He closes the computer quickly and rotates his chair to face me, leaning back as he stares me down. His eyes scan my body, there is a hint of lust but they mostly scream admiration.

“Have I ever told you how great you look in scrubs?” he smirks. My dark violet scrubs look almost black with this lighting. I chuckle at his comment.

“They are rather nice but I do miss my hunter uniform.” We both smile.

He scoots his chair in front of me.

“I like you more without clothes.” His low raspy whisper catches me off guard, he takes his hands and parts my legs open. The unexpected move catches me off guard and I jump at his touch. His eyes look at me again, asking for permission. Do your worst. I nodded at his permission.

“Lay down.” He demands as his hands proceeds to take off my scrub pants and panties. I kick my shoes off quickly.

“Close your eyes and don’t make a sound, my love.” His tongue takes no time in finding my clit, rubbing sweet circles around it. Unable to control my movements, my legs close in on his face, I quickly cover my mouth with my hands and thankfully so because his tongue is doing wonders. With each flick and rub, my body trembles sending shockwaves. He goes faster with each squirm. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he grips onto my thighs making me unable to leave. I feel myself coming close to climax.

“Z-Z-Zayne I-I-I’m g-gonna cum.” I moan as quietly as possible. His tongue movements become faster. I bite the inside of my cheeks, in a few seconds my back arches at the feeling of release. Moaning quietly but wanting to scream is torture. He slows down and my muscles relax. I’m gasping for breath, flustered and hot. He gets up from his seat, locking eyes with me once more. His ears are red and he licks his lips.

“You taste sweet.” We chuckle

“I want you please.” I beg him. His eyes darken again and no second is wasted. He lowers his scrub pants a bit, taking my legs over his shoulders; he teases me with his cock. Rubbing the tip up and down my throbbing cunt. Zayne please my eyes beg him.

With no warning he shoves his dick deep into my pussy hitting my cervix, giving me no time to adjust to his big dick. I don’t contain my moan and he quickly covers my mouth.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He whispers almost enough so I don’t hear him. I can’t help but to smile at the sound of him cursing. He notices my smile and starters thrusting faster and harder, the desk moves slightly. “Turn around.” he demands. Obeying his order, I lower my legs and 180 spin onto my stomach, all while Zayne is still inside me. With my feet planted onto the ground for support, he grabs onto my waist and starts to pound me.

Low moans from the both of us fill the room. His thrusting is fast and deep, causing my legs to shake with each clap. A few tears fall from my eyes, I want to scream, to moan his name loudly but I restrain myself. I know he’s trying hard as well, sometimes a small grunt escapes but he followers it with a thrust. He thrust so hard that it causes the things on his desk to fall over, the neat and tidy office soon turns into a mess with papers and pens on the ground. A loud bang is heard when a metal cup falls and hits the floor.

A knock on the door causes my heart to drop. Zayne doesn't stop.

“Dr. Zayne, are you alright in there?” A muffled voice is heard from the other side.

“Yes (grunt) Dr. Greyson I (huff) just dropped a few things.” I’m biting my lip so hard it bleeds a little bit. Zayne pulls me closer, putting his hand over my mouth. I moan a little at the feeling of his cock shifting.

“I finished the report sir, shall I come in and bring it to you.” The door handle shakes a bit but with no success of opening it stops.

Zayne leans in and whispers in my ear “Let me cum inside you.” I shake my head yes, closing my eyes.

“Slide it under the door, I’m changing.” With no questions the folder slides in perfectly.

“You’re a good girl.” He purrs resting his head on mine. With that Zayn’s hot cum fills my insides. My legs shake at my release as well. We both pant heavily like feral dogs trying to catch a breath. His dick twitches inside of me, making sure I take all of his fill. Fuck. Zayne hugs me tightly from behind. I feel his chest rise up and down quickly. He places a kiss on the back of my head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say trying to hold myself up, but my legs are so shaky that I turn into mush in his arms. He holds my weight making sure I don’t fall on the floor. Gently he takes me to his office chair and sits me on it slowly. Small drops of sweat trickle down from his face, he is still gorgeous though. A gorgeous, hot and sweaty mess. My mess.

“I wasn’t too rough was I?” His eyes show concern and remorse as he wipes the tears from my eyes cupping my cheek in the process.

“No, absolutely not.” I hold his hand with mine, smiling softly. “I need to start making my way over here after your surgeries if this is what your high makes you do.”

He laughs, his sweet velvet laugh is music to my ears. It’s so rare to hear. Once again I freeze this moment into my brain. The rarity of hearing his laugh, his green eyes glowing in the moonlight, his hand on my cheek. I make sure to lock it so it can never leave my memories.

“My high?” he questions, still slightly chickling in the process.

“You know .. the high that every surgeon gets after succeeding a risky operation.” I tease.

“My love, I never thought I would say this but I miss you fighting wanderers. The hospital lingo is catching up to you.” He smiles.

“Expect the layout apparently.” I huff.

He shakes his head slightly before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Let's go home.”

[vshiftsss]

THE CHROME SPIDER - (SPIDERVERSE DR #1 INTRO)

okay, let’s do this one last time.

hi, my name’s venoria kingston, and i’m earth-404’s friendly neighborhood spider-woman (that everyone kind of has beef with for some reason?). my official name is the chrome spider…i just happen to be a woman and a ‘spider’, so people think that other name is easier.

not as cool, but whatever…

let’s get one thing straight: i was not bitten by a real spider. i made my own spider. originally, it was meant to be a drone-type mechanism for a science project, but there was a malfunction and the spider “bit” me. the fluids i used to power the machine fused with my blood, and instead of poisoning me or hurting me, i became the chrome spider.

still don’t understand the scientific basis of that, but…hopefully miguel will figure it out!

shortly after that event, the whole debacle with kingpin happened. i got transported into miles’ earth, and let me tell you, it was a learning curve. people were using devices i read about in textbooks — they were like ancient relics to me. my earth is set in the far future, the future with flying cars and androids that could be your philosophy teacher or your math tutor. so imagine my surprise when i saw cars, with rubber wheels, on the ground.

i’m getting distracted. anyways, during my time wandering through new york without a clue as to why i’m there, i met miles, noir, gwen, and peter, who are still my friends to this day. after everything was resolved, i went back to my earth, earth-404.

while the multiverse crossover was happening, my sister, yvonne, went missing. i’m still looking for her to this day, and i’m determined to find her. that’s why i went to miguel for help. he has the tech to jump from universe to universe, and i have a goal i am hellbent on completing. now i’m part of the spider society, simultaneously doing grunt work for miguel and narrowing down where my sister is.

surely nothing else can go wrong. right?

ABILITY OVERVIEW

chromium (chrome metal) manipulation… i can materialize liquid chrome from my fingertips and basically create whatever i want out of it. i use this mainly to create body armor, weapons, shields, and restraints.

electricity overload… due to my spider suit, i have electrical abilities that are enhanced with my chrome. i can overload certain signals or machines with direct contact.

coding efficiency…

hacking efficiency…

web slinging… i have artificial webs that are kept in my wrist gauntlets. these webs can also be hardened by my chrome to secure their durability and resistance, though once they are coated, they cannot move from their initial position.

jet boots… on the bottom of the boots of my suit, i have small jet boosters that can enhance my attacks and fly me up into the air, enhancing my web slinging as well.

chrome-coated motorcycle… i just have a cool tron-like motorcycle with extra armor on. cause i can!

END OF INTRO — HAPPY SHIFTING!

[pinguwrites]

I want step dad cillian with needy/pervy reader who comes into his room one night and just starts grinding on his cock (over clothes😔) and he’s like no stop this is wrong but she keeps doing it and he keeps telling her to stop until he comes in his underwear🤭 and I’m debating writing it myself but your step dad cillian shit is fire so like,, if you’re taking requests,,,, I’m requesting that skdjsk. Anyway I love you bestie <3 lmk if you decide you don’t want to write it cause I’ll probably do it💀 (eventually..)

🥵 🥵 thankyouthankyouthankyou

A Father and a Lover ⸻ Cillian Murphy

pairing | cillian murphy x stepdaugher!reader

summary | Cillian Murphy is trying to be a good dad for you. It proves more difficult than he expected.

word count | 1.1k

Warnings: dub-con but cillian's lowkey into it, age-gap (reader's eighteen and cillian's late thirties/early fourties), stepcest, grinding, dd/lg kink, princess nickname, PROCEED WITH CAUTION — DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Cillian Murphy was trying his best to take care of you. He hadn’t expected your mother — his ex-wife — to up and skip town all those years ago, leaving you, a girl who was barely out of elementary school, vulnerable and in need of protection, in his arms, with no help, no money, no nothing.

He didn’t regret it at all, of course. At least, not anymore. The thought of you not in his life sent him into a spiraling panic, a desperate haze that could only be cured by your comforting touch. To think that he once looked into your eyes and felt a heavy weight of burden on his shoulders, killed him. If you hadn’t shown up — well, he was sure what he would have done.

As a child, you were easy to raise, and as a teenager, you never got into any sort of trouble. You passed your classes reasonably well and did the chores without complaint, you never smoked or did drugs or mess around with boys. No. You were daddy’s little girl. A good girl. A happy girl, content with her step-dad’s care.

It was only when you started to grow did things start to change. In his eyes, you were still his daughter, but there was something more — a dark lust hidden in the crevices of his mind that told him you were his in more ways than one.

Cillian had watched you grow all these years, but never like this. Not with your breasts big, nipples showing through the loose shirts you wore at home because he told you it was okay and that you were safe wearing those things around him. Not with your round ass that made you look like a woman, the ones men drooled over. Not with the way you still insisted on sitting on his lap, shifting around and claiming you were only doing so because you were uncomfortable, even though he knew you weren’t stupid and could tell what that was doing to him.

Cillian never wanted to hurt you, and he never would, but sometimes it was hard. And sometimes, things just happened. Like tonight, when you snuck into his room and made him cream through his pants.

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“Daddy?”

Your knock was light, just enough to get Cillian’s attention. He looked up from the book that he was reading and smiled, asking you to come in. He expected this, as you would ask to sleep with him most nights, but he didn’t expect you to be wearing just a bra and panties.

He cleared his throat, his cheeks dusted with a fine pink. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, trying not to focus on the fact that you were practically naked, clothing designed to accentuate your body.

“A little.” Your tone was fairly quiet. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Cillian’s heart warmed. “Yes, princess. C’mere.”

He held out his arms, to which you took them, letting him guide you to his side. You crawled underneath the blanket and cuddled up next to him. Your warmth spread over him like wildfire, beckoning him to pull you closer.

“Do you want me to read you a story?” he asked, looking down at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. He ignored the way your breasts were pressing up against him. He also ignored his erection, hot and heavy.

“No. I have something different in mind,” you said, a sly, innocent look on your face.

“Oh?”

"Mhm."

Despite Cillian's protests and his desperate attempts to push you off, you planted yourself firmly on his body, right on his cock. Cillian let out an involuntary groan, bucking his hips upwards for a moment. Shame flooded his body, and he stuttered trying to explain himself.

"P-princess, can you please get off?"

He didn't look you in the eye. He knew you must have felt his boner, you were sitting right on it!

"What's this, daddy?" you asked, rubbing yourself on him. "What's this hard thing?"

"You know what it is," Cillian hissed, his hands on your hips. "Don't play dumb."

You giggled. All Cillian wanted to do was smash his lips against yours, but no — he couldn't. He shouldn't. He had to control himself, for both your sake and his.

"I think I need a lesson."

Cillian sighed, trying to halt your movements, but it didn't work. You just kept rubbing against his hard thing as you so called it.

"Sometimes," he taught shakily, even though he knew you already knew this, "men get aroused. And when we do — which is normal and cannot be controlled — this happens."

"What's this?"

Cillian looked up at you desperately. "My, uh, penis."

"I like cock better."

Cillian was astounded. Why is it you were doing this to him? Was this some sort of test? Why were you being so vulgar? If he was in the right state of mind, he would have bent you over and given you a couple of smacks on the ass.

You know what? That's what he was going to do right now.

"Bend over my knees," he ordered weakly. "Now . . ."

"For saying 'cock'?" You grinned. You were grinning.

"For behaving like a slut," he clarified. "Do it . . . Please."

"Not today," you said, quickening your movements. You threw your head back. "Oh, this feels so nice — should've done it sooner. But you know, the law and all that. Didn't want you to get in trouble. Does it feel nice for you as well?"

"No," he lied, muscles tense, but then his resolve broke. "Fuck," he whimpered. "I'm trying to be a good father for you. M'trying so hard. I can't do this to you. I can't — fuck! I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, daddy," you egged on, humping him. "It's okay."

He threw his head back and let out a moan, his hot seed spurting out of him, restrained by his underwear and pants. It wet his clothing, leaving a damp patch, a reminder of what he just did.

You stopped, letting him recover. Almost like a switch had been turned off, you looked nervous, like you usually were. You looked like a good girl again.

"You alright?" you asked.

Cillian let out a sigh, relaxing himself. "Yeah . . . I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have let you." He felt miserable with himself. This would never last into the future. What would people think? He would be erasing himself as your father figure and replacing it as your lover. What would happen when you needed a dad to hug? What would happen if you two got into a big argument? What would happen if you saw him as both — a father and a lover? That would be disastrous. How were you two supposed to navigate a relationship like that?

"Don't be sorry."

You got off of him — a little late for that — and sat down beside him.

"I've just shown you my love. Don't regret it."

If possible, Cillian felt even worse. "I know. I know." He sighed. "I know."

But he didn't. He didn't know what to do at all.

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[cillianmurphysdimples]

A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Sixteen)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

Gif credit - @remembering-angels

We Got Issues

Part Sixteen : Y/N soothes Cillian in his temper, and he admits he's lost his head. But anxiety looms over Y/N at night and, despite Cillian's best efforts, it holds her captive - even after feeling so loved. [Sexual scenes. Themes of severe anxiety.]

@remembering-angels @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @meadowshelby @strangeions

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Cillian has vanished entirely, but music upstairs tells you he's either up in the office space, or in the bedroom. While you leave Síle and Griff in the living room with a cup of tea each and the TV controls, you clear the table and load up the dishwasher. It takes you ten minutes to tidy through, neatening the kitchen back up as you go. You linger on your feet beside Síle and Griff, cosy together on the sofa, with the overwhelming need to go in search of Cillian and ensure he's okay, or at least get a view as to what he's thinking and feeling. But you don't want to leave your guests, either.

“We're grand here if you want to go up after himself.” Síle says, looking away from the TV, and you're amused both by her comment and that she seemed to have read your mind.

“Don't take his mood to heart,” you say to her gently. “He's so snappy.”

“Temper on him like a toddler when he wants.” Síle laughs a little, and you can't pretend you've never seen that for yourself. “I really didn't mean to upset him though. And I promise that Yvonne and I aren't like the best of friends or anything.” She says, defending herself. “It really is so I can check in with the boys.”

You shake your head and hold out your hand, “You don't need to explain yourself to me.” You tell her. You can completely see her stance, but you do have a niggling wonder why it's never been mentioned before now. You stand for another moment or two, then you gesture towards the stairs. “I'm going to…” you say, jerking your head a little. “Help yourselves down here, yeah? Just raid the kitchen.” You smile, and turn away.

You take the stairs quickly and find the bedroom door ajar and the light on inside. You know he probably wants time to simmer down, too, especially with the music playing lightly - a wind down aid for him for as long as you've known him - but you don't know the song this time, so you can't gauge his feelings. You walk towards the door and place the flat of your hand against it, pushing it open slowly. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and looks up as the door creaks a little bit.

“That was like a car crash.” You say and he rolls his eyes, then sighs loudly. “Why'd you get so mad?”

He shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes again. “I dunno,” he swipes his tongue across his lips. “It just felt like she was going behind my back, and like it proves that I don't know my sons anymore.” He sighs.

“I don't think she means that at all.” You say gently. You step fully into the room and push the door closed. “Honestly, I don't.”

“I know,” he nods his head. “I feel like a right prick.”

You shake your head. “I wouldn't go that far, but you definitely jumped on her harshly.” you give him a serious look. “I think you owe her an apology for that. And I think you're really tired and your fuse is shorter.” You walk across the space between you and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Immediately, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head against you. You run your left hand up and down against the back of his head, and he squeezes tighter against you. “I probably should have talked to you before I agreed to them coming, especially your first night home again.”

“No,” he mumbles into your top. “She's my little sister, she can be here if she wants. I'm just tired and she got it. I'll talk to her.” He sighs. “But I just don't understand why she's keeping up with her - there's no need, like.”

“No, I know what you mean. And I understand that that's why you got annoyed by it.” You validate him quickly, “But she made a clear point in that it was purely for the boys.”

“Y/N!" He moans. "She can ask me,” he lifts his head and looks at you, “You know? They're my fucking sons too.”

You nod your head, “I know, love.” You draw your hand down from his head and tap against each of his shoulders with both hands. “Come on, bite the bullet and we'll go down there and be better hosts.” You smile. “Say you're sorry, and we'll open another bottle of something.”

“Can't we stay here?” He says, petulantly childish, and it makes you laugh. “I can think of more fun things to do than apologising.”

“Well, if you can do those fun things quietly, we can do them later when everyone's in bed.” You smirk and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead.

“How quiet?” He mutters as he drops his arms from around your waist.

As you step back to allow him to stand up, you laugh to yourself. “Oh, silent.” You offer, and laugh more when he frowns at you comically. “Just kiss me the whole time and it'll muffle every sound.” You suggest, grinning.

He raises his eyebrows again and you laugh a little more. He pulls down his jumper and nods towards the door, then reaches for his phone to silence the music. “C’mon.” he sighs. “Or I'll be extra stubborn and tell her to go home.” You know he's joking, of course, but you can see he's utterly exhausted and his pride is about to take a walloping.

You startle awake in the darkness of the bedroom, gasping with your heart thudding in your chest, and whatever the dream had been you can't recall it. You stare out, towards the wall, and try to settle your breathing. The bed shifts beside you and you feel Cillian's arm snake around your waist.

“Y’alright?” He asks in a husky whisper. His hand settles on your stomach, rubbing his fingers back and forth over your pyjama top, and he's spooned in close behind you. “Hey? Y/N, what happened? Are y'okay?” He asks. He's half asleep and his throat is grumbly, but he cares enough to try and see that you're okay.

“Yeah,” you whisper, conscious that Síle and Griff are in Malachy's room across the landing. “Dreaming, I don't even know what it was.” You say and push your body back against him. “Sorry,” you say, it being a second thought that your waking up was what has disturbed him.

“Ah, don't be sorry,” he mumbles, his face close to your neck. He moves his hand again against your stomach.

You reach out your hand and lift your phone from the nightstand. The screen immediately lights up and you can see it isn't even one am. You hadn't been in bed for even two hours, yet. And you wish you knew what the dream had been, because you'd woken feeling so afraid, so anxious, you know that it must have been fairly traumatic. You lay the phone back down. “Go back to sleep,” you tell him, shuffling your head on the pillow a little to get comfortable.

“Your heart's thumping.” he says quietly and pulls you even closer. “C’mere, I'll mind ya.” He’s smirking, you can hear, but you know he's exhausted.

“I'm okay, go back to sleep, Cill.” You say and rest your hand over his around your waist. But he isn't going back to sleep, and he makes it clear by pushing into you, his groin colliding with your backside in his slow movement forwards while his legs press closer in behind yours. “Cill…” you say quietly, your hand staying on top of his around your middle. His lips are pressing gentle kisses against the back of your neck, and you know it is game over for sleep for the time being. You remove your hand from on top of his and reach backwards, awkwardly turning your arm back and cup your hand over his arse, encouraging his movements. His penis is rapidly stiffening against the cleft of your backside and you feel the first stirrings of need between your own legs.

He moves his hand from your stomach and begins pulling at the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, and awkwardly moves his other arm around between you to help with the other side. You move a little, giving him easier access, and he slides your bottoms down to your knees. You reach your arm up by your head and bend it back to cup your hand over his head, and he lays kisses on your cheek at his odd angle. His hands vanish from your body for a moment and there's movement behind you before his body is quickly pressing back into you again. You can feel his skin against yours and the prodding of his erection at the base of your back. He nestles himself between your cheeks, gliding up and down with his slow thrusts against you, and reaches his hand back around your hip. He slides his hand slowly down past your belly button and softly through your pubic hair, then runs his middle finger down from your clit to your vagina. It's momentary, but he dips his finger inside before pulling back up and slowly rubbing circles around your clit. It's tender, assaulting but not violent, and you sigh and rest your back into his chest as his hand does the work. He rutts in slow movements into your cheeks and you know it'll be a sticky mess if positions aren't changed, but fuck it feels so good when his hands do their greatest work. You reach back your hand between your bodies, attempting to get your fingers wrapped around him, but the angle is awkward and you find it difficult. Though his fingers are skillful and only getting better at their task, you've been teased with the main event and you want it as much as he clearly does.

You bring your hand back around and place it on top of his, and while you spur him on for a moment - which makes him grunt into the skin on your neck, and you make a note in your mind that he likes when you help him help you - you then draw his hand away. You turn over, facing him in the dark, and find his face by guess alone. You kiss him gently, and his hands wrap around you and cup against the cheeks of your arse, putting you close to him. You feel the throb of his penis against your naval and all you want now is to feel it deep inside of you. It's like the dream never happened, now. He shifts and turns onto his back, and you know there's some silent, completely unspoken knowledge of what's intended. With him on his back, you awkwardly kick off your pyjama bottoms, as he kicks his own down off his feet, and climb up to straddle across his thighs. Despite the lack of wanting to draw attention should Síle or Griff be awake, you fumble at his nightstand and switch on the lamp, then slowly pull open the drawer for a condom. Seeing him in the yellow glow of the light, you smile as you look down on him from across his legs. His penis is twitching, back against his nest of dark hair, and he's watching you with lidded eyes and a half open mouth. You rip the condom open and quickly remove it. Holding the tip between your fingers, you take hold of his penis with your other hand and smile at the moan he lets out. You pump your fist three times before you hold him still and slowly slide the condom into place.

You crash down suddenly, comically even, with your hands planted by his shoulders, and steal a feverish kiss as you bring your lower body up a little higher. When you rise up again, onto your knees, you hover for a moment before reaching down and grasping his penis in your hand. Lining up unsexily, you slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, still throbbing as you remove your hands, and let yourself swallow him whole as you sink down fully. If he moans, as you assume, you don't hear it as your eyes close and your own sigh falls from your lips at the intense and satisfying feeling of being filled up. By all accounts, Cillian probably wouldn't be considered ‘hung’, but he was by no means lacking, and everything he did, especially with that slight curve, hit the spot perfectly. Taking him this way, being in charge like this yourself, allowed you to reach pleasures you didn't experience in other ways. You grind your hips back and forth, rising up just a little, and feel the doubly satisfying feelings of him inside you and your clitoris just about being tended to by the closeness of your bodies. His hands plant down onto your hips and urge you to move faster. You oblige, but only just - increasing your speed just enough for it to show on his face as his jaw falls open. He keeps his hands on your hips for a moment and then he slowly slides them up along your sides, then cups his hands around your breasts. A zap of excitement shoots through your body, and you rock your hips faster. His hands move back down, gripping around your hips again, and he guides you quicker and quicker. You want your mouth on his, to taste every sigh and moan he has, but the grip of his hands tell you to stay as you are, that he's on the home stretch, and that you're serving a purpose for him right now. Not that you mind the idea that he might be simply ‘fucking into you’ - it feels good, and you don't want it to stop. The speed is working for you, though, and your clitoral orgasm takes you by surprise a little, shuddering through your body and making you feel hot all over. You reach down your hands and almost claw at his belly, grinding harder against him, as your walls contact around his penis. It draws a whimper from him, and he sits up abruptly, balancing oddly, and wraps his arms around your back, pulling your head to his shoulder and your chest close to his. How he manages to rutt his hips up against you in that position is beyond you, but manage he does, and he groans into your ear as he cums, pulling you down as he thrusts upwards, and his sweaty body shudders. You can feel the jerking of his cock inside of you and you miss the feeling that used to accompany it. And you curse yourself for sullying an enjoyable moment with your darkness.

He breathes heavily against your shoulder and you keep your arms wrapped around him, soothing him through the trembles his body seems to be stuck in for a moment. You wonder if the masturbating he's done while away felt this good, you wonder if he's done it at all, by this reaction, and you move a little as his penis shifts inside of you. He cups his hands around your face and forces you to look at him. His eyes are sleepy but his pupils are blown wide. He kisses you slowly, softly, then draws your head back from his. “Fuck…” he whispers.

You smile, “Missed that.” You whisper back.

“Worth waking up for,” he says, and swipes his tongue across his lips. “Hope to fuck they're asleep across there.” He mutters, pulling a face as you lift up and shift over on the bed.

You watch him stare down at himself, his softened cock and a filled condom, and you wonder if his mind goes over the same things as yours. He turns his back to you, his legs dropped down over the side of the bed, and you hear the sickening snapping sound as he pulls the condom off and ties it before throwing it into the small bin beside his nightstand. He pulls his pyjama bottoms back on and it reminds you you're lying there half naked. You retrieve your pyjama bottoms and fix them on, and roll down the t-shirt that Cillian had pushed up under your neck.

It's been a long silence, but you answer his comment as you both stand, on either side of the bed, looking at one another. “It'll be an interesting breakfast if they're not.” Looking at him, though, you remember your dream and you feel a fluttering of panic in the centre of your chest as it flashes back into your mind.

You're heavily pregnant, standing on the deck of a ferry to England. And somewhere on the shore, waving you off, is Cillian with his hand laced into Yvonne's. She's pregnant, too, and his other hand is caressing her swollen belly lovingly.

You feel your breathing catch in your throat and you swallow heavily. You blink quickly and realise Cillian is staring at you. Focusing on his face, you frown. He's talking but you can't hear him. You breathe slowly, trying to be in control, but your ears buzz and your heart thumps wildly. You turn and sit on the edge of the bed, struggling to see straight, and you feel him beside you with his arms around you. He's pulling you close, and you can feel the vibrations in his chest of his talking but the words are lost. You feel dizzy, and your eyes are filling with hot tears. Why is this happening? It was a dream. You make a conscious effort to turn your head and see his face, and he looks so scared. “I'm okay,” you stammer, breathless. “.. I just…” you shrug weakly.

But you can hear him now, and you can hear the rasp to his voice that emerges when he's scared, and the soft words he's speaking are beautiful. “You're okay, girl, it's just a panic attack. I'm right here, yeah? I'm here, mo ghrá…”

“I'm okay,” you repeat, and rest your head against his shoulder. Slowly, you are becoming okay. And I can't even explain it. You turn your face so you can smell his skin and feel his heat, and he holds you even tighter and closer. “I'm sorry. I don't know what happened.” You say, and your breaths are evening out.

He sighs softly, “Anxiety doesn't always get explained,” he says. He's taken your brain in his stride again, and you're calmed by his love and acceptance.

But the dream is still right there.

[valentine-cafe]

A strawberry and rhubarb crumble with a key lime pie, please?

(Male Reader)

Imagine that Alessio has been noticing that Talisen is bringing home cookies. Where is he getting these cookies? Alessio doesn't know, but they're good cookies, so he asks Talisen and he explains that he's been getting them as offerings recently from the reader (kingfisher hybrid) who has a cabin near the lake he resides in.

Sooner or later, reader finds himself with two rhytraari at his door, wanting more treats and possibly the reader as their husband.

Would that be okay? Sorry if this request is weird, feel free to ignore it! Thank you so much ❤️ love your works!

˖⁺. ﹙ snake god x male reader x sorcerer god. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . warm kind of love !! 🍒 :  talisen: snake god ˖ siren ˖ alessio: sorcerer ˖ forest eldritch﹙ verse 164 talisen & alessio. ﹚

talisen finds out that alessio was gifted cookies and decides to follow the trail back to your sweet self 

𖹭. ps : this request was sooo cute <3

“Can’t you take me there.” Alessio asks, throwing himself over his husband in all his dramatic glory. Face twisted to seem as though he weeps.

“Pray, hush thy tongue, Alessio, for I dost labor.” The taller man responds with his cooing voice, tapping at a vial to inject magic into it for a little test with his cult for later. Though a soft hand does move up to gently stroke at the base of the sorcerer’s horn in affection.

Pouting, the sorcerer moves off of the man’s back and moves towards one of the entrance windows to the grand cottage. That is veiled to look ever broken down and worn from the outside.

Emerald eyes move to gaze longingly at your cottage. While his hands cup at the underside of his face.

“I just want cookies…”

“Oh the horrors. Verily.” Alessio’s gaze moves from your abode to his husband’s form putting away his work to make way towards him, taking his hand gently and tugging him out of the cottage.

“Thus shall it be. I shall convey thee to the humble abode by the lake.”

. . .

You are baking. Busying around the kitchen. The kingfisher birds of your abode flying in and out of the expanse to aid you with the new project you’ve set to make. Cookies with brownie bits. You had some leftovers from the other day when guests came to your cosy cabin.

The usual audience consists of regular sanguinist cultists, sometimes wildmagic sorcerers. You’ve gathered quite the friend group— Though your favourite visitor would be the god within the lake you gift goods to.

You’d be lying if you said part of it wasn’t so you could make sure he kept allowing you to live by the lakeside. . . Many of those around the forest-y area weren’t as bright and fresh as this one, and the freshwater life within was so very delicious.

“Hand me three cups of flour and then some sugar— you know the measurements, don’t give me that look huh?” You chuckle to one of your smaller friends.

To you, these kingfishers are family. Always have been. Followed you around since you were a baby.

Soft humming was about to fill the kitchen, until the first note was interrupted by knocking at the door. To which you stare back at for a bit. Confused at the sudden appearance of visitors.

You hadn’t invited anyone over?

“Yvonne, take care of the mixing for me, yes?”

With the notice to the nearest bird, you make your way towards the door and open it. Only to gulp in slight surprise at the familiar sight of Talisen and his husband, whom he always speaks of.

“I bid thee welcome with naught but calm, mine dear. Thou shalt not be cast forth.” He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. Causing you to feel flutters of warmth in your own.

“Oh I’m not assuming you’d be evicting me either, MR. Zhào,” you stifle a small giggle. Directing your eyes to the man next to the lake god, giving him a small nod and smile.

“And you must be MR. Agresta, pleased to meet you. Your sorcerers and husband all speak fondly of you.”

The rhytaari’s eyes light up and almost sparkle at the mention of his cult members.

“Oh?” He hums, “you are accquainted with my sorcerers?”

“Quite! They are good friends of mine! Aided me with my abode.” You watch as the man before you melts into his husband, yet his heart eyes remain on you.

Your attention diverts once more, when the taller man clears his throat and smiles at you.

“Pray, dost thou desire assistance in the art of baking?” The question bubbles away at the happiness in your tummy, making it explode with fluster and excitement at the same time.

“Well I see why not!”

“And would you perhaps be willing to marry as well.” The horned man asks with a smug smile, sending you into a downwards spiral of all sorts of emotions hitting you left, right and centre. Blabbering inchoherently to in your attempt to process the question.

[worldly-fluster]

Oki this is Part 2 of the "Someone else says I love you/asks you out before him"

I know at least some of you are excited for this, I hope it turns out good cause I have no plan, we ball lol

Sylus, Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

I'm gonna base what happens on the random poll I didn't mean to make and make this into mostly fluff-hopefully. @lemurianmaster Hope this met expectations ❤️

ALSO- I'm feeling a little unsatisfied with Xavier's so I might make a stand alone post for his, I mean, I'll finish this one but imma make another cause it just doesn't sit right with me how his went. I is unsatisfied lol

Sylus-

Recap: Sylus saw you being friendly with a 'rando' at a coffee shop, the last thing he heard before the guy left was 'bye babes, Love you!'

•...Uh Oh. Oh no.

•He was nothing if not pissed.

•Before he could get up and get between you two, you both went separate ways and you came back to your seat next to him.

•He already has Mephisto following the guy though.

•He would do it himself but he wants to spend as much time with you as he can.

•He gives you a smirk, with a raised eyebrow. If you squint you could see a little bit of a furrow between.

•You barely notice, still too happy off of seeing 'that rando' as you start prattling off.

•He's in the middle of imagining ways to...play with this guy, not really paying attention to what you're saying and nodding along, when he hears it.

•Something that makes him freeze up.

•"-I haven't seen my cousin in so long-"

•He doesn't even realize he stopped breathing for a moment until you ask if he's okay.

•His shoulders relaxed, as if the weight of the world left his shoulders as he smiles.

•"I'm alright now Sweetie, just figured something out that has bothered me is all...what do you say we go to my place for some one on one time? I think Mephisto needs attention."

Xavier-

Recap: Tara was bored and Nero was wanting to start shit lol. Nero tried asking you on a date, as a friend of course, and Xavier didn't take it well...

•Xavier didn't know what to do.

•He wants you to stay by his side at all times, but if being with someone that isn't...him... is what will make you happy then, what else can he do?

•He feels that pulling away from you would help but every time he even thinks about you with someone else, well, his evol acts up...

•One time his evol caused a black out and you kinda freaked out in your apartment alone, you booked it to Xavier's apartment for 'safety'.

•Needless to say after that there were multiple power outages.

•Just knowing that you would choose to go to him instead of anyone else-any man- it made him feel better.

•He can live like this...for maybe a bit more.

•He'll tell you sooner or later but right now he just wants- needs you.

Zayne-

Recap: Zayne overheard you and Grayson trying to figure out how he(Grayson) can confess to a girl he likes but Zayne misunderstood it thinking Grayson was confessing to you, he gets overwhelmed from work and the stress from this 'confession' and passes out. Next thing he knows he's waking up to your note telling him to rest...

•Zayne refuses to talk to Grayson in the week that follows.

•He just can't get it out of his head, hearing him 'confess' to you really hit a nerve.

•It doesn't help that he hasn't been able to see you or hear from you in that time because you got swamped in work, he knows you procrastinated but it came back to bite you. He just hates that it bit him too. Huff.

•In his mind you and Grayson may as well be dating, especially since he heard that Grayson got a girlfriend the day after he heard the 'confession'.

•He stressing.

•Yvonne went into his office one day and when she saw him working non stop, she convinced him to take a short break. His hands were shaking from too much Caffeine and not enough food, so he agreed easily.

•He could not have been more grateful for this break.

•He saw Grayson eating lunch with this girl, holding her hand, staring lovingly into her eyes. They kissed.

•At first he thought Grayson was cheating on you, but then the pieces started to come together.

•You weren't dating Grayson.

•He felt like his heart was flying.

•The feeling of relief made his head spin slightly, or that could have been the lack of eating, who knows.

•He immediately pulled out his phone, with a soft smile on his face and called you.

•"Hello?"

•"It's been a while. If you aren't busy, would you like to go to the new bakery that opened not far from the hospital? We can catch up, my treat."

Rafayel-

Recap: He was wanting attention and tried calling you but you didn't answer. He got excited when you 'called back' only to be disappointed when he heard you talk about being in love with this Mystery guy, he got sad and hung up. We ended with him cuddling with your plushies and blankets you left at his place. Now we continue...

•He is ignoring you...for all but 10 minutes.

•He sent an S.O.S text to both you and Thomas.

•then put his phone on silent to wait.

•Ended up falling asleep in the blankets and plushies.

•Woke up not long after to someone banging on his door.

•He wonders who it is.

•When he opens the door, he doesn't even get the chance to get a full 'Welp hello miss bodyguard' before you're all in his business. Checking for injuries and making sure he's okay.

•His heart feels like it's dying. He swears.

•"Why did you text S.O.S??? Thomas is freaking out thinking your dying!"

•You notice he isn't responding and just staring at you.

•You take his face in your hands and rub your thumbs on his cheeks while searching his face.

•You can hear him breathe in sharply as his hands loosely grip onto your wrists to keep them there.

•This.

•This is where he belongs. In your hands.

•Even if you 'love someone else', as long as you stay by his side he doesn't mind facing the world anymore.

[authorred]

Bloodborne | Li Shen/Zayne x reader | Love and Deepspace

➺ Preface: You visit Zayne a lot at Akso hospital, as it seems to be his second home at this point. Whilst waiting for Zayne outside of his office, Dr. Greyson, a friend of Zayne, sees you and strikes up a conversation with you about your evol, and the potential it could bring to the healthcare field. Unfortunately, you are not that much of a philanthropist.

➺ Reader/MC has an evol of blood manipulation (of highest control). I've lowkey always wanted to write something like this ever since I knew Zayne was a cardiologist. It's literally perfect.

Warning(s): None

Akso Hospital is as usual when you visit: patients coming and going, some doctors and nurses scurry around to tend to their patients and perform other duties. You don't need to speak to Yvonne at this point to know where Zayne is, what he's doing, or when he's going to return. You're okay with waiting, as you two aren't able to see each other as much as you'd like to begin with.

You take a seat outside of his office and scroll on your phone, looking at the website of your favorite pastry shop. I wonder if he'd like the mint macarons. They're really sweet, though. I don't want to irritate his teeth. As you scroll, you feel the presence of someone standing in front of you, and your head turns up to see Dr. Greyson standing in front of you with a friendly smile. You don't often interact with him, as your focus is mostly on Zayne. "Doctor Greyson," you greet with a nod. "Can I help you?"

"Ah, not really," he replies with a short wave of his hand. "You're waiting for Doctor Zayne, I suppose?"

"Mhm," you nod. "Apparently he's in surgery right now. I can smell the blood--very tedious procedure apparently."

Greyson smiles at your comment, "I actually wanted to talk to you about that."

You shut your phone off and slide it in your pocket, "About what?"

"Your evol," he clarifies. He pushes up his glasses and shifts on his feet. "I heard from Doctor Zayne that you can sniff out a trail of blood from a mile away, as well as other feats."

"I guess," you reply with a shrug. "Is there a point to this, or are you trying to butter me up?"

"I know you're a Deepspace Hunter, and I don't mean to overstep, but have you ever thought about helping out here? In the Cardiac Department?"

A beat of silence passes as you process his words. Helping the hospital? In the cardiac department? With your evol? "Uhhhhh," you intelligently reply. "I don't quite understand."

Greyson laughs softly at your confusion, “You see, your ability to pick up certain things in the blood would be able to help us diagnose blood diseases and cancers so much earlier than average. I know you’re not a walking blood test, and it’s completely up to you. I just believe you would be a great addition for the cardiac department.”

“Ah, I see,” you hum softly after his explanation. He’s basically saying it would be beneficial to the hospital and to patients if you decided to help sniff/sense out blood cancers or other diseases. It would generally save resources, time, and money since you would be able to tell almost immediately. “I’m not exactly fit for a doctor’s role, or caregiver’s role, I think,” you say. “I appreciate that you believe me to be useful to the healthcare system, and I do understand how serious blood illnesses are, but, it’s just not for me.”

Greyson smiles and nods, “Of course. It was just a suggestion. I didn’t mean to pry or overstep.”

“Nah, you’re okay,” you shrug softly. “I understand why you would bring it up.”

“Besides, I think it would be cute if you and Doctor Zayne worked together like that,” he says. “It’s perfect, is it not? Your evol is blood, and he’s a cardiologist. It’s like it was meant to be, huh?”

“I suppose,” you reply with a shrug, idling twirling with your belt. “I don’t think the hospital would just let me on board like that—I imagine it takes time and a lot of studying. I don’t really have time or the want to do that.”

“I understand,” Greyson nods. “It was only a suggestion.”

~ You and Greyson talk for a bit until you notice Zayne walking down the corridor towards you two. He’s out of surgery and is clean and back in his usual doctor’s coat.

If you look closely, you can see his eyes shifting between you and Greyson. The very subtle downturn of his lips show some level of displeasure, no matter how low that level is. “I hope I’m not interrupting your conversation.”

“Ah, Doctor Zayne,” Greyson greets with a cheerful smile. “Not at all. I was just keeping Y/n company while you were in surgery.”

“So I see,” Zayne replies. His eyes then slide over to you, and his gaze softens ever so slightly. “Apologies for the wait. The surgery went on longer than I anticipated.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Time goes by quickly when you’re conversing with someone,” you wave off his apology.

“I’m glad Doctor Greyson served as a companion during your wait.” There’s a slight edge to his voice. It’s not exactly jealousy—more like. . . insecurity? Maybe?

“Yeah. Are you taking a break now?” You ask. “I wanted to try the pastry place down the road. It won’t take us that long.”

Zayne nods slightly, “That sounds good. Besides, I’ve been craving something sweet.”

~ “It seemed as if you and Doctor Greyson were having a good conversation,” Zayne says from your side. Both of you are walking down the street to the pastry place you mentioned before.

“Yeah,” you reply. “He was talking about how my evol would benefit the hospital. That I would save a lot of resources identifying and sniffing out certain blood diseases and such."

"Yes. Your ability to detect even the slightest imbalance in blood chemistry and composition would be highly beneficial to diagnosing blood cancers. Often times, patients don't realize anything's wrong until years later."

You subconsciously rub your nose, now acutely aware of all the scent trails to the people around you. "I imagine it can be frustrating," you reply.

"You don't have to do anything you don't wish to," he assures. "Just because you possess an ability that would be beneficial to a field doesn't mean you're obligated to use it as such. You're a good Deepspace Hunter, and you keep Linkon and us safe. I'd rather you on the battlefield than the OR."

You chuckle softly, lowering your hand back to your side. "Yeah, I know. I'm not the most philanthropic person to begin with. The failures of the healthcare system or people's diligence isn't my responsibility."

Zayne hums in agreement and continues to walk with you. The day is nice and clear with a cool breeze passing through. With the change of season, the leaves on the trees are beginning to turn into shades of yellow to deep red.

You look down at his hand as it continuously brushes against yours whilst you walk. With a small influx of your evol, you have more blood rush to your hand. Your skin flushes red and it becomes warmer. With hesitant but unyielding motivation, you grab his hand and can feel the chilliness in his skin. "You're cold," you comment, wrapping your smaller hand around his. "Don't you know patients hate cold hands, Doctor Zayne?"

Zayne glances down at you for a moment before back up to ensure y'all are walking in a straight line and a clear path. "I'm aware. It's unpleasant to be in a sterile environment like a hospital and then feel the coldness of a doctor's hands." His lips curve up ever so slightly, and he glances back down at you. "I suppose I'll have you rely on you to warm me up beforehand."

[cialovesklopp]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which newsletters and the internet react to amara imani finally revealing her man

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri

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The 66th Edition of the Grammys was held yesterday night and if you missed them, let me tell you, you probably missed the most eventful soiree of the year (and it’s only February!) Luckily for you, we have made a summary with the biggest events. And the biggest revelation: THE QUEEN HAS FINALLY FOUND HER KING. You heard correctly — singer Amara Imani and star French footballer Kylian Mbappé are dating and went public last night. And let us tell you, we’d all probably be dying to have a relationship announced the way they did.

They didn’t just show up on the red carpet like ex-boyfriend Henderson had done back then with girlfriend Kaia Gerber — the singer decided to show up at the Grammys alone, steal all the spotlight and leave the red carpet with her beau. THE BIGGEST WINNER OF THE NIGHT WAS CERTAINLY HER.

Next to stunning the audience with five different (and absolutely dashing) dresses, Amara Imani was also the big winner of the ceremony, sweeping off the most important prizes such as record of the year, album of the year and four more. Her biggest surprise though was singing an unreleased song during her performance where she dedicated all to her love, shocking the world.

And she certainly did more than just that. With winning six grammys in one night, Amara Imani set herself next to artists Beyonce and Adele, who are the only other artists to win six grammys in one night. But to be honest, we are still all mesmerized by her last performance.

Imani opened and closed the grammys with her two performances (wild side/hrs&hrs, while we’re young) but the last one will probably be the one to go down in the history of the grammys. The one we’ll still talk about in ten years. She started — of course — with a thank you speech after winning ‘album of the year’ but not without giving the credit not only to her team and family but also to her new muse, who, we quote, “not only inspired me to keep going but also helped me write this whole love letter to love.” When she was then set to perform, the african singer changed tracklist and asked her boyfriend to join her on stage, who with a little persuasion joined her up there. The couple danced together as Imani sang, swaying to the soft tune of the music.

We can all agree that they were the attraction of the night with the way paparazzis and journalists were launching at them as they walked out, hand-in-hand. and of course the Grammys were carried by the french star striker.

And their looks were certainly enough. If that is not love, we truly do not know what is. Let’s all give praise to love and hope these two will last very long.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

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amara.imani made history in style last night and that next to the people that mean the world to me. a big thank u to @dior and @versace for supplying me with all those gorgeous dresses. thank u @beyonce for literally believing in me and thinking i had it in me. huge thanks to my family who always backed me and thank u to my gorgeous besties @graceywood and @liyah_clark for always supporting me whenever i needed you. and the biggest thank u ever to my love for loving me unconditionally. this is all because of you

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[solei-eclipse]

THOUGHTS ON THE CLASS OF S40: KIOKU & JIU (1/?)

" Oh, sure! I'd love to talk about everyone! I hope I can remember them right... "

" I request that we make this quick. I have work to attend to. "

-> INNAMORATI (@alien-til-i-stage)

KIOKU: Ah, Inna's a blast! I love spending my mandatory playtime with him! We bounce off each other super well, and I always feel better when we hang out together.

He's a real friendly guy, usually around talking to a bunch of people, even the colder ones. I see him messing around with folks like Macbeth and Jiu on the regular. It's kinda funny! I'm always down for whatever shenanigans he's planning 'cause I know they'll be interesting.

It's easy to forget about all my worries when I play with Inna, which is why I love hanging out with him so much. Also, he's got lovely blue eyes...

JIU: Bothers me while I work. He's quite the pest, though I'd be rude to turn him away. How does he know I like rice...?

-> MACBETH (@alien-til-i-stage)

KIOKU: He's uh... eccentric. Kinda pretentious? I think he's maybe-kinda-sorta got some complexes to work out. He's a handful, to say the least. Inna likes messing around with him, though, which can be pretty fun to watch! Sometimes I do feel bad for him...

JIU: Troublesome... but negotiable.

-> TOKI (@zerostyrant)

KIOKU: Toki's an incredible dancer! The way he moves is so cool! Some other stuff about him is... a little less cool!

He's usually a pretty chill guy, more on the mischievous side, but if I hang out with Inna while he's in the vicinity... stuff starts getting real uncomfortable. A chill runs down my spine. I think Toki likes him, you know... like-like, which is cute! The vibe is kinda off, but still! Cute! I guess?

He can get pretty mean at times. I just hope he doesn't come after me, because I'd really like to learn some dancing from him!

JIU: It's unfortunate to be saddled with such an unruly batch, just watching their mind games is enough to exhaust oneself. I truly do pray for Innamorati and Sebastian's poor souls.

-> YUME (@sotogalmo)

KIOKU: Super funky guy. He kinda seems like he stepped straight out of those cartoons on TV! Acts almost unreal at times...

Something about him is... off though. I get a weird feeling about him sometimes. Almost like he's turning into something else. A doll...

JIU: Strange and disturbing under his facade. The one with the tail.

-> YUMI (@rockwgooglyeyes)

KIOKU: Uh... didn't I just finish talking about them? Huh? This is a different person? ... Oh, right! Sorry! Yu-me, Yu-mi...

Yumi is nice! Though I don't talk to her a lot, and she doesn't seem like the outgoing type. She's usually around Asahi, though, and that's where she seems happiest! She's quiet and doll-like... and shes got pretty eyes. Like Inna's!

JIU: I understand her. One of the few students I can truly tolerate.

-> SEBASTIAN (@sotogalmo)

KIOKU: Oh, that's the guy! Jeez, he can't ever seem to catch a break. Always getting picked on... He's got wit and some hidden spunk, but he prefers to play dead rather than to directly fight back.

JIU: Always caught up in a chase... yet another I have to watch out for.

-> ISLA (@nottoonedin)

KIOKU: Isla seems super fancy, and super popular! She's got a bunch of admirers, but she also seems kinda uncomfortable about it? I wonder why she keeps putting up with them... she seems a little exhausted at times. I hope she's okay.

JIU: A very refined lady. Pleasant, quiet company. We're quite similar in certain aspects, so I can't help but pity her a little. I know what it's like.

-> MONICA (@nottoonedin)

KIOKU: She seems really fun! I wonder why she's on her own most of the time? Doesn't she have any other friends? I thought she was friends with Isla, but Isla seems to have a different circle...

That's pretty sad. I imagine it'd hurt a lot if someone you used to be best friends with acted like they didn't know you anymore...

JIU: Pitiful in her own way. They're a pitiful pair. Yet another thing we have in common...

-> YVONNE (@aakaneeee)

KIOKU: Oof, she's kinda... intense. And not even in the normal way, either. She's always hanging around that one guy... What was his name again? The mousy one.... It's like she revolves around him. Kinda weird! Like Toki. But hey, who am I to judge? Humans... we'd hold onto anything that might give us the will to keep moving forward.

JIU: ...I am greatly ashamed to admit that I understand her. I'd rather not elaborate.

-> ELIANA (@aakaneeee)

KIOKU: I don't talk to her a lot, but she's got a really pretty voice! I get a little shy around her because I think she's so cool...

JIU: A reasonable individual. I appreciate that thoroughly in an environment as ridiculous as this one.

-> CINNABAR (@apriciticreveries)

KIOKU: Doesn't really talk to a lot of people except for that one girl with the special eyes... She seems stressed a lot of the time. Something about her resonates with me, though I'm not sure why...

JIU: Fearful. Poor, pitiful thing. Her circumstances are all too familiar.

-> ASAHI (@apriciticreveries)

KIOKU: Lady Cupid! Haha, I wanted to ask her about my romance fortunes just for the funsies, but I haven't built up the courage yet. She seems pretty icy, so going up to her takes a lot of guts on my part.

JIU: Reserved. A quality I can appreciate. Are those matchmaking fortunes true...?

-> ZHULI (@apriciticreveries)

KIOKU: Err... Who's that again? The announcer? Wait, which one? Like, the red one or-- oh, okay! Thanks! And sorry.

I don't see her around often... she's usually in different classes with the other guy. I like her look, though! It's really unique!

JIU: One of the two special students. The more tolerable half, to be frank. She's fine.

-> FAISAL (@rockwgooglyeyes)

KIOKU: Oh, this is the red one.

Faisal is cool to me! He seems like a wild type of person! He acts really friendly most of the time, but sometimes when he's on his own he looks pretty subdued. I wonder why?

He's still a really good announcer! Definitely a standout voice.

JIU: The other one. I understand the importance of keeping up appearances, but I'd find him more tolerable if he dropped the act.

-> JULIET (@cirrusoftheclouds)

KIOKU: She's so beautiful...! How could she be real?! Like a true princess from a storybook, or maybe a noble lady.

When I first saw her, I was so distracted that I fell into the river by accident. It was worth it, though, because she looked at me! What a gaze... she's the type that people would fight battles for (well, I would).

I think I might've hit my head when I fell into the river, because her eyes were the last thing I remembered before waking up on the riverside. Blue eyes... she has such beautiful blue eyes. I always remember blue eyes. I can't remember anything else, though...

They must have been hers, right? She must have saved me from the river! She's always so kind to me, calling me her lady and all... how dreamy! She's a knight and a lady rolled into one... Ah, but I can't leave this debt unpaid! From here on out, I'll have to protect her! I'll be your knight too, my lady...!

JIU: ...

( JIU, upon hearing KIOKU's thoughts on JULIET:

Well, it's not like I didn't bring this upon myself. Still... I think I'm going to be sick. )

-> YAEL (@lookatmysillies)

KIOKU: I like him! I heard about his almost-drowning incident, and it made me wanna approach him. I know what that feels like.

Yael's super nice! I'm not really sure why some kids find him weird. He's always been really kind to me, and I do my best to help him with whatever he needs (especially since his health worries me a lot. I'll try my hardest to look after him and Nene!). He always says stuff like,"you're an angel!" haha, what a sweetheart!

JIU: An incredibly concerning individual. Must be monitored.

-> MENTHA (@rosedeleca)

KIOKU: Super cool! Mentha's got a lot of energy, so playing with him means I get to go all out! We like to race a lot, sometimes I win and sometimes he does! The result isn't always the same, which makes things extra fun! Whenever I run up to him for a race, my first thought is: " I wonder who's gonna win today? "

He's usually around another guy... ah, what's his name again...?

-> AMBROSIA (@rosedeleca)

KIOKU: Amber... Br... Ambrosia? Oh! Thanks for reminding me! Mentha and Ambrosia go everywhere together! It's never one without the other! They're always fighting and stuff, it gets super intense sometimes. In the good way!

I really like his hair! His headscarf is kinda the same color as Mentha's hair, which I find really cute! I wonder if that was on purpose? reminds me a little of my hairtie, though I'm not sure why.

JIU: Rowdy, almost always sparring... these two will be difficult to manage.

-> ASUKA (@rockwgooglyeyes)

KIOKU: I love hanging out with Asuka! He's got a knack for finding shiny little trinkets, and he gives me a bunch! I'll cherish anything that's been given to me, and it makes me really happy that Asuka thinks I'm worthy of all these little gifts.

He told me that he kinda sucked at dancing, so whenever we have the time I try and run him through some stretches and exercises to loosen up. Helps a little more with coordination, too! His sister Isla is already a great dancer, but I think Asuka can be an awesome dancer in his own way. He's just gotta find his own style!

JIU: Quite different from his sister. Lacks refinement and class. And good lord, those rips on his uniform are an utter travesty. He must be issued a new pair.

-> WREN (@ivanttakethis)

KIOKU: I like Wren! We haven't interacted a lot, but she's pretty outgoing and friendly. I love her hair, it's like the color of a star burning at its brightest.

There's an older girl from 39 that she seems to talk to (and about) quite a bit. They look really similar!

JIU: She's fine. Capable of handling herself.

-> NENE (@shenenenigans)

KIOKU: My dear friend Nene! She's really sick, so she's in the infirmary a lot. I like to deliver her worksheets and other stuff over there sometimes. Anything to be of help to her, really. I also just love visiting Nene because she always greets me with a big hug!

When she's out of there, though, we get to have some real fun! I carry her around on my back so she can get some fresh air without tiring herself. I think seeing more of the outside world is really important for the heart, so I wanna show her as often as possible.

Nene is a fantastic storyteller, too! I love listening to the worlds she conjures up, especially the one with the girl who was saved by a dragon... agh, why couldn't they stay together in the end?! Nene!

JIU: A sickly girl, she must be monitored. I have to make sure she's alright.

-> ZOUHA (@minori-dash)

KIOKU: One of the coolest people I've ever met! They can swordfight! Isn't that awesome?! How does someone even start doing that?

JIU: A highly respectable individual. I admire their resolve and fortitude.

KIOKU <--> JIU

KIOKU: Oh. Right, of course he'd come up eventually, haha...

JIU: ...

....I really must get back to work. Please excuse me.

KIOKU: Err... could I maybe answer another time?

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Congrats on reaching 1000 followers! Your works are amazing and you totally deserve that! Though I'm here to give you more work in term of participating in the event! Here is Yvonne's letter for Barren Lands, Final Wishes

Dear my beloved sibling, Lyney, Lynette and Freminet,

How have you all been? I deeply apologize for not being able to help you as you overcome the many crises. The Fontaine's prophecy and Clervie's incident are tough problems and you've solved them amazingly. As much as I'm impressed, please don't push yourself too hard.

The mission I'm doing is flowing decently. It's not enjoyable nor smooth in any way, but the results I've achieved may allow me to return for a visit. I'm finding myself missing the time we spent together in front of the hearth, enjoying some mundane activities whenever I have to sort out the paperwork or dealing with the Doctor.

I have to admit, the investigation has brought me fascinating stories that I'll share when I'm back. But for now, take care of yourself. Lyney, stop pressuring yourself into perfection, and always remember your family is always here for you. Lynette, please keep your brother in check, and don't hesitate to try something new. Freminet, be confident in yourself, and try to express yourself more.

I love you all,

Yvonne

(:): Yvonne is a member of the House of the Hearth, after Freminet yet before Lyney and Lynnette, which made her only close to them and Father. She has exceptional swordsmanship (the only child who could dual with Father and achieve a draw) and a hydro vision used for healing and distraction as she has a pact with the Cryo Dragon that allows her to use its ability, but in return, she shall turn into a dragon when it is fully reincarnated. Her mission is to use her ability to track the remains of other dragons and study the dragon's power. She is in Snezhnaya at the moment)

EEEEE TYSM ANON!!! I'M SO SPRRY THIS TOOK 300 YEARS TO GET OUT 😭 I HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!

I'll be writing one singular letter, but mention all three—hope that's alright for you, Anon!

Dear Yvonne,

It's really great to hear from you again. Lyney laughed off your concerns, but he has promised to take care of himself. Lynette is making sure of that too. She said she'll try something new when you're back. As for myself...I'll be sure to take your advice as best as possible.

I really hope to see you soon, Yvonne. I've heard Lyney lamenting about missing you once when he and Lynette were playing with cards for a magic trick. Lynette didn't say anything, but her ears did droop a little. I myself also share in the sentiment...Hopefully, your mission hasn't been too taxing on you.

The crises in Fontaine are over, so we're all doing okay now. We're taking it pretty easy for now, as there's not many important missions Father has given us yet. Maybe, when you come by, you can share some of your stories with us near the hearth? I'm sure all of us here would love to know what you've been up to while you were away.

Anyway, Lynette's promising to bring you some desserts once you're back, much to Lyney's protests. Please come home safe. If you need anything repaired, I'll be here ready.

Sincerely, with love from Lyney and Lynette as well,

Freminet

[adams-world-domination-plans]

we have never properly interacted but i wanna know about ur chnt x vocaloid stuff please tell

yay!!!!!!!!! okay so idk how to organrize my thoughts just a fair warning and this is mainly a joke (the fact that this would mean hatsune miku is in the chnt universe is hilarious but anyways)

Campers: Kaai Yuki, Rin and Len, Moke, Oliver, maybe fukase...?

yk what there's CITs (counselors in training) too bc i need to cram more in and the idea of miku being a cit is fucking hilarious

CITs: Miku, Flower, Piko

anyways to the funny stuff... this isnt even a proper au its just a series of funny interactions i think would happen

First one! Okay so Oliver hears of the elephant man and is like "hmmm,, this guy is kinda weird but I've seen more horrific!" Then he encounters the elephant man and is like OH SHIT ITS COUSIN ELIJAH- (elijah is the one guy banned from family gatherings😭😭 so of course he's scared shitless)

Second one: Adam is like the most upbeat father ever and whenever Adam starts regularly visiting camp (i hc that he lives somewhere under the camp) he makes fuka go to camp there and is like "It's gonna be fun!!! :D" and fuka is just like "I hate uou"

Third one! Oliver drank the lake water. thats all im saying

Fourth one: Yvonne and Flower are totally friends. source: ME! BECAUSE IM THE ONE MAKING THIS AU

fifth: Rin tried to kill a counselor at one point. She has a lot of attempted murder under her belt-

sixth: moke got lost in the woods and almost got eaten by... something..? We don't know what exactly it is, but it sure was hungry! Luckily fuckass found him and his weirdass freaky aura scared it

seventh: kaai yuki is the only one that leaves without some sort of severe injury TRUST

eighth: Len likes to hide in Sydney's office. The boy is afraid :(

Ninth: Piko hates taking care of the campers. So much. But his parents made him otherwise he would spend the whole summer playing genshin or whatever he does

Tenth: Flower is actually really good with the kiddos even though they seem mean

Eleventh: Miku probably started some underground gambling ring not even gonna lie😭😭 she has them kids WORKING

thanks for reading mwah mwah if i come up with more i'll post or if i draw anything of this

[lxdymoon0357]

HELLO! Sorry to bother you, but i just loved this fic so much so i was wondering would it be alright to have a continuation to it?

Like, maybe it's a few months after Penelope got married and she hasn't seen reader in so long and no one seems to not even know where she is. As if they just dissapeared.

So she just can't take it any more and sneaks out to find reader and they just have a little chase before they both fall down a small hill. And even though reader got hurt because they protected Penelope they still asked if she's okay.

.... Reader death flag perhaps 🌝

Have a great day!!!

(Tried to decided the ending so hard! Kind of failed, Siyeon! Penelope X Callisto... Part 1)

My lover who never belonged to me... Pt. 2

Before she understood anything to say or do, she felt tears pricking hard from her eyes and she fell with you to the floor, before crying her heart out as she failed to realize that in order to live and survive as Penelope she ruined Penelope, the lover who belonged to you…..

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That happened three months ago, Penelope ended up crying herself to sleep and when she woke up, Y/N wasn't there, she thought that Y/N was getting ready for the wedding, before Reynold entered the room, telling her to get ready and freshen up to get her make-up done, before he picked up Yvonne and walked out, as to wake her up and get her ready as well. As she was sitting in the bath tub, crying her eyes out yet again... As she was crying, the sound of the door opening caught her off-guard as she immediately tried to wipe her tears and pretend as she was only taking a bath normally..... But it didn't work, as the person who walked in was Callisto and he knows Penelope too well, and he knew it was something related to you, otherwise why would Penelope try to cry in private and not come to him for it.....

He immediately felt his blood boil at seeing his fiancé crying her eyes out on a day she was meant to be the happiest, as he walked over and loomed over Penelope and held her nape to turn her head to him, her eyes all glassy and nose teensy bit red from crying.

"What did that little friend of yours did to you, princess?" Callisto, enraged along in contrast gently stroking Penelope's cheek, which was wet from her tears and the bath water, with his gloved fingers.

As he sharply took out his tiny sharp dagger, which made Penelope jump up and grab his arms before squeaking out in wails, "NO! Stop, Y/N didn't do anything!" As Callisto turned to look at her face wet again from salty tears, he put his dagger away and softly wrapped Penelope in a towel and put her on his lap and she cried angry and sad tears in his shirt as Callisto rubbed her back and kissed her here and there to calm her down. Finally she calmed down and started getting ready, as Callisto left, also to get ready. Penelope got all dolled up in makeup, got her hair done and got dressed, finally walking down the aisle and saying her wows, finally after what seemed like forever, Penelope was feeling happy and warm until she looked back at her father and siblings, only to find a empty seat near Yvonne, you seat....It was empty..

As the party and drinking started, Penelope slipped out and pulled Yvonne and Reynold out of the venue before asking, "Why was Y/N's seat empty?" As Yvonne and Reynold looked upset and confused before Reynold spoke up and said, "Penelope, Y/N left a letter saying she needed to go somewhere and so she couldn't attend the wedding, Derrick yelled at them as they were leaving, but Y/N just ran off with a horse....We're sorry..." Yvonne immediately hugged her side and patted her back as Penelope again had her eyes filled with tears, but this time she wouldn't cry, she can't cry....

Without saying anything Penelope pulled Reynold and Yvonne back into the venue and started partying to get rid of you from her mind...The night ended up with her carrying her drunk husband back to bed and then spending nights with sister having a sleepover. Finally she was a wife and an empress, she would do anything in her power to find you and make you happy again!

Unfortunately that didn't work, you didn't arrive home after the wedding, you weren't seen by anyone, it's like you ceased to exist, you were basically gone and it was very hard to Penelope to move on as even though she wasn't as close to you as original Penelope, but she was still very close and you were one of the most important person in her life, you helped her survive so many things even in the game you were always protecting Penelope....

One day, as Penelope sent another troupe to find you, but as they still came back yet again empty-handed, Penelope sighed, even they couldn't find you, she'd been sending so many troupes to find you over the capital, but still no news was there about you...As she sat in the garden tryin to forget about another yet failed search, she saw a knight tossing a tiny stone again and again in his hand while talking to his friends, Penelope squinted and walked discreetly closer to them trying to figure out what it was due to curiosity, but as she recognized the stone, the weight of guilt and happiness came crashing down on her, as she realized this was the stone from your bracelet which you word 24/7, it was from original Penelope.

Penelope immediately let her presence known as the knights immediately bowed to her, before Penelope asked, "Where did you find this stone?" She asked pointing to the stone still in the knight's hand, the knight opened his hand and showed it to Penelope before saying, "Ma'am it was at the edge of the nearby border, where the forests start, but on the other side, nobody really goes there, but I found this on the ground...." Penelope took stone before inspecting it and she was correct, it was the stone which had the same pink and green engravings in it.

"Fine, get the carriage ready and take me to the place where you found this stone..." Before dismissing everyone and walking to her room to get changed into more casual clothes, which would allow more freedom and to prepare her crossbow in-case somebody tried to attack her, she was the empress after all...

Finally sitting in her carriage as it began moving, she looked out the window at the beauty of the empire, she remembered how you enjoyed going around the markets and places in the empire to hang-out with her to make her happy. She got so lost on memories and thoughts that she didn't realize when the carriage stopped, until one of the knights knocked on the door and informed her so...

Opening the door, she breathed the air in, which was filled with the smell of grass, flowers and dirt, she felt refreshed as she walked around taking in the scenery of the forest edge, it was bustling with the sounds of leaved, birds singing tunes and the sunlight peeping through the multiple layers of leaves, vines and trees. As she took a good look around, she asked, "Would you all mind letting me spend time alone in this place for a while, you can spend time here while I go walk.." this was immediately disagreed by the knights as they told that it was their duty to follow their empress to guard her not matter what..

She tried to convince them, but they wouldn't completely agree still very doubtful of the idea, finally Penelope has enough as she sighed, as she said, "Fine, but I have some serious business with someone here, so you can't follow me, but how about this, if I don't return within fifteen minutes, you can come inside, I will be leaving a trail of white lines with chalk.." Penelope said, before pulling out chalk from her robes, finally knights agreed hesitantly, as Penelope walked into the woods, taking in the beauty of the forest, where birds were flying, eating, feeding their babies, the grassy floor filled with flowers and large untamed plants, with grey stones and vines and large branches hanging from trees supporting many small animals; bunnies, butterflies, rodents, frogs, snails and tiny birds. As Penelope walked and walked, putting marks of chalks on trees as she did so, she continued to marvel in the forest's beauty, not realizing how far she'd gone in very less time, as she walked in clearings where they was a huge majestic lake, with many swans, goose, ducks, rabbits and deers. As she walked along-side the lake, still leaving marks of chalk on the trees as she walked, her dropped at the sight of someone oh so similar to her, you...You were there in an outfit you normally wouldn't wear, Penelope would only describe this outfit as a 'pirate's outfit' you were wearing pants, with a loose shirt tucked in, the shirt had poofy sleeves with a low collar, you were also wearing knee-length boots and you're hair was free and open, unlike how you would usually put it up..

As you washed your face in the lake, before rinsing your mouth and spitting the water out, as you pulled a napkin form your pocket and wiped you face as your eyes get into contact with a frozen Penelope's green eyes, as you froze before acting as though you never saw her.

This made Penelope feel as though somebody has ripped her heart into half seeing you act as though you were disgusted by her and she wasn't important to you, as compared to how warmly you would wave and smile at her when you saw her...As Penelope walked timidly towards you expecting you to yell at her, but you didn't....You didn't even show an ounce of hatred towards her, but you still didn't accept her into your walls again...You're face was unreadable and didn't show any expression as barely acknowledged her, Penelope slowly started talking after taking a deep breathe. "How-How have you been, Y/N?" Penelope asked timidly, before receiving her answer, "I've been fine." completely derived of emotion from you, this wasn't what she expected.

"Why-why did you leave?" Penelope asked, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

"I had some work." You said, turning your head away form her. As you both stood there in silence, Penelope trying not to cry and you sitting on a large rock, before there was sound of steps running as Penelope somebody also came into the clearing changing your mood and behavior immediately as you stood up and opened your arms wide, where the blue haired beauty was swallowed up in your arms and warmth, you immediately squeezed her tight picking her up a few inches above the ground before putting her down and kissing her lips...

"Well, I shall take my leave now, your imperial highness." You said, trailing behind the blue-haired girl who was pulling your hand, as Penelope now saw knights coming in from behind her, "Your highness, you weren't back, we came to find you!" they said, as you ran back, you bowed on your knees and said, "Thank you for looking after me for the time being." you said, flashing her your warm, final smile and giving her a letter before running back to the girl who was sitting on the horse, and sat behind her, that girl looked at Penelope and smiled at her before the horse started running as you both left the scene leaving no trace of you and your new found lover ever being there....

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"Dear Siyeon,

I've written this letter for my apologies. I'm sorry for leaving your wedding like that on such a horrible time and in search informal manner, please forgive me. I hope you weren't too upset about me being there. As I woke up, I remember how I confessed and when I was planning on telling you to not look at me differently, when a messenger bird came to me delivering a letter.

That letter was from a very dear person who had been missing for a long time now, they were asking me to come there to give me an explanation, they said if I wouldn't come, it would mean I didn't accept them back and so I had to leave, because I needed to know the situation of such a important person.

This person had gotten into a horrible mess and so was missing, they asked me to leave with them but I couldn't do so, without faring everyone a goodbye, yet I also couldn't face them after leaving you wedding like that. I hope Callisto is not mad by me leaving you in such a rush. I'm sorry yet again and I hope I give this letter to you before I leave the empire forever. I know I behaved wrongly with you when we met and I hope you forgive me for that. I know it's sudden after me being gone for so long, but this had to be done, I had to comply to my darling lover, Penelope's wish. I hope maybe one day we'll meet again and we'll spend time again as friends.

Love, Y/N L/N"

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Penelope was crying tears of joy and sadness as she reached the ending of the letter, wrapping the blanket around her tighter as Callisto ran his hand up and down her back. Penelope's eyes dropped tears on the parchment, making lines of inks on the paper, smudging the writing slightly. Penelope for the last time realized, she may have taken the body of your lover, but your lover will always be with you...

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The Wilkinsons

I can't believe it's taken me all this time to become curious about what Nick's siblings could have looked like. That's usually the first thing I do when I create parents for an existing sim. I have to say, I've gotten really good at creating parents over the years. (you can see my method here <-shameless plug) In the past, I used to generate children from the newly created parents and the children looked nothing like my original sim lol. I can say with confidence, Nick and his fictitious siblings would have favored each other very well! Observe...

I love the first girl and I wish she were real! And I would love to see Yvonne with a daughter lol. Here are Nick and his parents for reference.

Fun exploration of Levi and Yvonne below!

I've never spent much time with the Wilkinsons, and I was curious about their in-game relationship. In the story they're interesting because on one hand it's like what did they see in each other, but at the same time you know they really love each other. So I had to check it out.

First up, the relationship bar!

I think this describes what I just said pretty well lol. I don't see them being BFFs like Nick and Melany, but they mean a lot to each other.

I saw they both had whims for each other, so I checked them out.

Okay pops! Nice to see the fire is still glowing lol. Speaking of, the final thing I checked was their attractiveness, and I am glad to say they both think the other is extremely attractive, which is the highest level of attraction for those of you who don't have Wicked Whims. Speaking of, the next thing I had to know was what they looked like back in the day. I aged them down and altered their look to suit the times. They look exactly the same lol. Young Yvonne IS kinda cute though! Levi is a silver fox, so of course he'd be a cutie.

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Masterlist

Yes! I love this idea! Sorry I couldn't answer the ask directly. After I saved it to my drafts, it wouldn't let me edit it again. @rosekins621

Content: mentioned past trauma, mentioned past captivity, regression, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

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Elliot stared blankly out the window as the world rushed by in a blur. The storage truck behind the van lurched over a pothole and Elliot cringed at the sound. He wondered if any of the team's belongings would be broken by the time they arrived. Fortunately, Elliot didn't own much, so it didn't really matter to him

"Are you excited, El?" Broderick asked from the driver's seat.

Elliot shrugged. Truthfully, he wasn't. He didn't like moving. He'd moved too many times as a kid and the process only served to make him anxious. Moving from foster home to foster home, then back to the children's home. That's what this felt like.

Lyra gently rubbed his shoulder. "It's not your fault we're moving, if that's what you're thinking."

It wasn't, but now that was all he could think about. "Aren't-Aren't we moving because of M-Master?" He asked timidly.

Yvonne shook her head. "No, of course not." Karine cleared her throat and nudged Yvonne, who chuckled awkwardly and said, "I mean...that's part of it, yeah." Elliot sighed and turned back to face the window. "It's just that Christian knows where the old safe house is. Our best chance at evading him is moving far away. Don't worry, though. The new safehouse is gonna be almost exactly like our old one."

Elliot glanced over at her again. "Almost?"

Yvonne pressed her lips into a tight line and flushed. Karine pinched the bridge of her nose. They were clearly hiding something, but Elliot didn't care enough to push the subject.

Lyra, of course, knew the real reason behind his reaction to moving. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, sunshine. The only thing that's changing is our house. We're all still here and we always will be." Elliot nodded, but it was the only reaction he could muster.

The truck came to a sudden stop and Elliot felt his heart sink. This was exactly how it felt whenever he was forced to meet a new family that would inevitably give him up in a few weeks.

Lyra held his hand as the team spilled out of the van and continued to do so as they entered the house. Elliot refused to look at the house as they entered, but he could hear the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the empty walls.

"Elliot? Do you want to pick out your room first?" Karine asked.

Elliot briefly looked up at the hallway of open doors before them. He shook his head.

Landon shrugged. "Guess I'll choose first then."

Karine elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, "You know where you're going, moron."

Landon groaned. "Can't we re-vote? Why do I have to be in the basement?"

Elliot gasped upon hearing that final word and tears instantly sprung to his eyes. "B-Basement?"

Karine smacked Landon upside the head, which made Elliot flinch.

Lyra knelt in front of him and gently held his hands. "Sunshine, it's okay. It's nothing like Christian's basement. It's like a little hang out spot with a bedroom attached. It's fully furnished with a TV and a mini bar."

"But since three of us don't really drink, we'll probably use it as an extra kitchen," Yvonne added

"Speak for yourself," Landon said. "If I'm living in the basement, I'm doing whatever I want with that area."

Karine flicked him. "You need to stop talking," she scolded.

Elliot started crying. "I-I don't w-wanna go b-back in the basement. P-Please, don't l-lock me up. I can be g-good."

"Oh, sunshine. You are good. You're the best, in fact. We're not locking you up, I promise," Lyra assured him. "Why dont we show you so you can see for yourself?"

Elliot's eyes went round.

It's a trick. They're gonna take you down to the basement and put you in chains and leave you there for the rest of your miserable life. You'll never see the sun again after today

Lyra held his hand and gently led him to a door along the opposite wall from the bedrooms. "Look, it's right here. I'm just gonna open the door and show you, okay? I just want you to look. You don't even have to go down." Elliot's breath hitched as they started to turn the doorknob.

They're gonna push you down the stairs and lock the door behind you

Lyra opened the door to reveal a carpeted staircase leading down into darkness.

Look at it, mutt. Look at the darkness. That's where you're going. Down into the endless dark and cold, and you're never coming back up

Elliot started sobbing and instantly dropped to the ground, groveling at Lyra's feet. "No, please! Please, Master, I'll do anything! Please, don't l-leave me in the d-dark. I p-promise I can be a g-good pet. I-I'll sleep on-on the floor or-or even outside if-if I have to. P-Please, a-anything but th-that." Tears began to pool on the floor and his pathetic sobs echoed in the empty house.

"Elliot," Lyra gently said. Elliot Pet flinched and wrapped its arms protectively around its head. "Sunshine, it's okay, really. No one is going to hurt you and you never have to set foot down there if you don't want to, I promise. You're safe."

Pet was quivering uncontrollably. "I'm s-sorry, Master."

Lyra's heart shattered. Karine leaned over to Landon and whispered, "Go get Elliot's things from the truck and start setting up his room."

"What?" Landon whisper-shouted. "Why me?"

"Because this is your fault. I told you not to mention the basement and now he's in his pet headspace again," Karine pointed out. "He doesn't have much. It's just his mattress, his comforter, his bedside table, and his lamp. He needs something comforting and familiar, so go do it or I'll lock the door to the basement and you'll end up sleeping on the couch from now on."

Landon ground his jaw until he looked at the pitiful state that Elliot was in; the way his shoulders shook, the humiliating position he'd willingly put himself in, the tears pooling beneath his head. Landon sighed. "Fine."

As Landon left, Karine quickly ushered Broderick and Yvonne out as well until it was just Lyra and Elliot in the hallway.

"Sunshine? Can you look at me please?" Lyra asked. Pet did as it was told. It lifted its tear-streaked face from the floor and locked eyes with Lyra. Lyra smiled at it. "There's my boy," they said. "Can you tell me your name?"

Pet answered without thinking. "S-Slaves don't h-have names."

Lyra slowly shook their head. "Even if that were true, you're not a slave. Not anymore. I know you know it. What's your name?"

Pet had to think for several long seconds before it figured out the answer Lyra was looking for. Everyone on the team had their own nicknames for him, but there was one thing that they all called him. "E-E-Elliot."

Lyra's smile grew. "Good job," they softly praised. "Now, where are we?"

Pet Elliot glanced around the empty space they were in. "Our-Our new s-safehouse?"

"Exactly, and who am I?"

"L-Lyra."

She nodded. "And have I, Lyra, ever hurt you?" Elliot shook his head. "Would I ever hurt you?" He shook his head again. "So, what do you have to be afraid of?"

Elliot glanced to his right at the—now-closed—basement door, then back to her. "N-Nothing."

Lyra's smile grew again. "Exactly. I won't ever let anything happen to you, Elliot. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to be afraid of." Elliot nodded in understanding. "Can you tell me your name one more time?"

"E-Elliot."

"Very good. And do you feel more like Elliot or more like Pet right now?"

"I-I feel like E-Elliot."

Lyra gently kissed his forehead, a proud smile on her face. "I'm so proud of you, Elliot. How are you feeling now?"

Elliot thought about it, still glancing at the basement door. "I-I feel o-okay. Do-Do you p-promise I-I won't have to go down there?"

"I promise," Lyra said. "Don't think of it as a basement, okay? Just think of it as Landon's room with a downward staircase. Can you do that?" Elliot nodded. "Great. Are you ready to help unload the truck?"

Elliot's gaze wavered. "Can-Can you h-hold me for-for a little while f-first?"

Lyra smiled and opened her arms. "Always." Elliot crawled into her embrace and relaxed. She rocked him back and forth, carding her fingers through his hair.

Elliot couldn't help the smile that began to crawl across his face as he let Lyra hold him. He was still frightened of the basement, but he truly believed that Lyra would never let anything bad happen to him. If she promised him that he wouldn't have to go to the basement, then he believed her.

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I hope you enjoyed this! This was a lot of fun to write. Unfortunately, this is going to be a non-canon drabble, as the team is not moving (for a very specific reason that I will be happy to explain at some point) but I do consider the end scene of Lyra comforting Elliot to be canon because I like to believe that Elliot slips into his "Pet" headspace every once in a while and Lyra is always there to help him out of it.

If anyone else has any drabble requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them to me!

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so my heart always wants to talk about Pride and Justice, literally all the time, for any reason. but i also want to shove Harlan and Yvonne in everyone's faces, as the new kids on the block. so to satisfy my extremely indulgent urges, i'm going to split this list in half and answer 5 for each couple.

Pride & Justice

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colors, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Okay for Justice this is easy. He likes books and analyzing books (especially romance, especially in his book club), basically any animal (including humans), bright colors (yellow, light green, soft blues, lotta pastels in his wardrobe), soft textures, fruity scents (like in lotion and shampoo and stuff), his favorite season is spring, he likes overcast skies, and he'll listen to just about any music but has an affinity for classical and Lo-Fi Hip-Hop Beats To Study/Relax To.

On the other hand, Pride is so repressed that he does not allow himself to enjoy things for a hot minute because he's afraid of looking Weak and Vulnerable for Experiencing Joy. He'll admit to enjoying weed, alcohol, shoplifting, and inciting violence, but that's about it. Eventually, he comes to enjoy the punk scenes Ollie frequents and trips and falls into emo stuff (he also listens to pop-y club music when he's not at the club, but won't admit it), he can tortuously admit his favorite color is maroon, he obsesses over telenovelas with Sofia, he loves watching bad movies on purpose to make fun of them, he likes rain and snow, and his favorite texture is "Justice's clothes."

🍊 What is your OC’s favorite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes? What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?

Justice is partial to breakfast food in general, but simply cannot resist the opportunity to eat French toast when it's available. It's the first thing he perfected while learning to cook for the first time, so it's special in that way too.

Pride doesn't cook much (or rather, doesn't cook anything recognizable as human food), so his favorite things are made by other people or store bought. In general, he likes tart, sweet-and-sour flavors because it reminds him what his sin tastes like, and Ollie's weed brownies for exactly the reason you're thinking.

I haven't thought too much about what either of them dislike, so I'm pulling these out of my ass. Pride thinks yogurt is the weirdest, grossest food in the world, and Justice really doesn't understand the appeal of avocados.

🍑 Where is your OC’s favorite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them? Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?

For a while, Purgatory was Pride's escape. Nobody cares about Purgatory, nobody would ever look for him there, so it's where he went to cool off after another fight with Lust or to escape someone he pissed off. Relatedly, Hell is his least favorite place (shock, gasp).

On Earth, he kinda just goes to his room and curls up in his blanket nest when upset. Sometimes he will accompany this with extremely loud sadboy music. If he's just chilling though, he'll sit in the most space-taking position on the couch possible and watch Epic Fail compilations or something. Bonus points if Justice is there and he can invite himself into his lap.

Justice likes to sit on the balcony and be quiet, either with a book or nothing. It's his Thinking Spot, where he goes to brain it all out. It's important to him because he never really... had a place for that in Heaven. Everything he did was strictly regulated and controlled, so all his "relaxing" had to be done during his designated "relax" time, which he """shockingly"""" didn't get a ton of.

He hasn't been on Earth long enough to have negative associations with any particular place, but his memories of Heaven have been quite tainted by his recent rejection. He both wants to go back desperately, and hates that he wants to at all.

🧡 Who is your OC’s favorite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or role model or celeb can be someone’s favorite after all!). Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?

Pride's favorite person is HIM!

In seriousness, Pride has himself on a pedestal because literally nobody gave a shit about him up until the events of the story happened. It was/is a coping mechanism, a survival technique, a way to rationalize all his actions away as Correct, because if he was ever wrong then that meant that everyone who had ever hurt him was right. As he grows, he begins to unlearn this way of thinking, but he never really lets go of that core idea. Pride is the most important person in the world to Pride, because he has to be. When nobody else is around, he has to truly, genuinely, earnestly love himself, not just to cope, but to like... be happy. But since he's not alone, and does have people who love him, Justice is his favorite non-him person for both character development reasons and extremely gay reasons.

As for his least favorite people, that could honestly fill a book. He is so bitter. God for obvious reasons, Lust for being abusive, Lucifer for lying about being better than God, but his hatred for Envy is I think the most interesting. In real life, the emotions of envy and (unhealthy) pride are very closely linked - people who have an unhealthy relationship with their pride are often envious of other people. Pride hates Envy because she's the concept of everything he can't admit to himself (he's envious of angels and humans who are happy, loved, and have God's affection), and Envy hates him right back for flaunting his confidence/dismissal of her sin as a concept at her and showing what she thinks she needs to be happy (and no longer envious). They're catty as fuck.

Justice loves Pride (for gay reasons and character reasons), but it's an extremely close race, maybe even a tie, for his sister Kindness. She's the reason for a lot of who he is, they intentionally modeled their human bodies so they would look related. Kindness really helped shape his understanding of how God's justice and God's kindness work together to create the Perfect Wholesome World of Heaven and is a big reason he believes what he does. Obviously when Heaven turned out to not be so wonderful and wholesome, he still took those ideals with him to Earth. One of his core philosophies is that justice should be guided by kindness, not the other way around, and she helped teach him that.

His personal antagonist in the book is Honesty, and he loathes her for extremely good reasons. She was his direct superior in Heaven, and made his life very difficult once he started suggesting that maybe Purgatory isn't the best way to do things. He has been under her thumb for ages, and him leaving Heaven was basically the excuse she was looking for to brand him a traitor. Justice does not wish death on anyone, but he's very close saying some very mean words about Honesty.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun? What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Justice LOOOOVES Blorbo From His Books. Pick up any book in his collection, he'll have hours of conversation at the ready. Even the trashy pulpy ones - ESPECIALLY the pulpy ones tbh. He's also a rules lawyer by definition of embodying God's justice, so he also enjoys having a friendly argument of semantics and creating the most busted TTRPG characters you've ever seen based on nothing but technicalities.

What Justice does not like talking about is... arguments for the sake of arguing? I guess? He doesn't like getting into fights, he just likes talking about rules, so anyone coming at him with like... real Stakes in the topic at hand with Furious Rebuttals immediately turns him off. He's just playing toys. Why are you so mad.

As previously mentioned, Pride doesn't really allow himself to enjoy things for a while, and even when he does, he doesn't like the idea of talking for hours about stuff. When he gets into art and starts painting, he doesn't really talk about it as much as he just... does it all the time, here's a picture. He'd rather show, not tell, and let the art speak for itself. Even with his bad movies and telenovelas, he doesn't have much to say other than "they're so fuckin hilarious, this one's my favorite, we should watch it Right Now, No Take Backs."

Pride finds SO many things boring actually. Don't talk about sports, don't talk about anything with numbers, don't bring up PROBLEMS in the NEWS??? It better be FUNNY or SEXY or VIOLENT or he is not listening to you.

Harlan & Yvonne

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Harlan is definitely a happy guy by default, especially after starting magic HRT. He lives a very party-heavy college lifestyle around a lot of other party people, so he's very rarely in a situation where thinking about his problems is in the forefront of his mind.

Music pretty reliably makes him happy, and just being in a situation where there are lots of people having a good time also makes him want to have a good time, which is where the parties come in. The infectious energy and the drinking games and whatever party potions everyone is passing around, all that is where he wants to be, with the people he wants to be with.

Harlan is also very good at being your personal hype man? He will simply not let his friends get away with self-depreciation, and give you compliments until you agree that they're true.

Yvonne is a more subdued kind of happy. She's consistently homesick for her herd, but does her best to keep in touch and explore her big city lifestyle in Athendrolyn and make a new "herd" for herself.

When she's particularly homesick, she'll either go on a long walk/trot along the beach or the forest trails, or if the weather's bad, curl up with a warm drink and a blanket and watch nostalgic movies from her foalhood.

Her social battery for people she hasn't integrated into her "new herd" is drained quite quickly, but if she's mentally made you part of that group, you're basically family to her. She'll drop anything for her herd, no matter the situation, and is all around a very compassionate and loyal friend.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Yvonne is a centaur, so she has crippling horse anxiety. Which is to say, she's afraid of most things! When she was living with her herd, it was mitigated by being in a herd and having a community and a leader to follow, but when she moved away for access to magic HRT, it got worse. She's particularly afraid of unexpected loud noises, sudden movements, and can get pretty overwhelmed in flashy environments like parties or concerts. She definitely leans on the "flight" half of fight or flight, and will look for any escape route possible. Depending on what's causing the episode, just being in a quiet room with someone she trusts for a few minutes can be enormously helpful, but the most reliable way for her to not be anxious is for people to announce when they're coming into a room, explain whatever that noise just was, and not go to parties.

As for being scary, Yvonne is a Clydesdale, so I wouldn't put it past people to find her intimidating, but usually once she opens her mouth all that is put to rest. She's very friendly!

Harlan isn't a particularly anxious person, but does avoid the ocean whenever possible. He's terrified of the sea and most deep water in general. He can swim, he just doesn't like doing it, and it's pretty easy for him to be calm by not going near deep water👍ever 👍

He's not scary either, nor would he ever want to seem scary.

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

Harlan is definitely very petty. One thing that happens in the short story is that his friends tease him about making up Yvonne (because they'd never met her/seen a picture of her), and once she shows up he takes EVERY OPPORTUNITY to rub their noses in the fact that HHHIISSS girlfriend is here, and his REALLY AWESOME GIRLFRIEND is right there, and wow did he mention they're DATINGGGGG??????

He really hates being underestimated, or being made a fool of, which is why he reacts so strongly to things like that. He doesn't like feeling like he's second best, so if he feels like that's happening (even if it isn't), he asserts his "authority" basically with any straw he can grasp. Sometimes this is easy, like when Yvonne turns out to be real and not fake, but other times it's just... unrelated or insulting or made up. He's not good at impulse control, so usually he has to be told to knock it off.

Yvonne is not very petty or jealous because in general very calm and not very confrontational. She can be a little insecure, too, so in instances where she is feeling jealous, it's more internal, and she doesn't act on it.

When she does feel it bad enough, she can shut down and be kind of closed off. Usually someone can help talk her back out of it, and Harlan is especially good at this because he likes to hype her up at every opportunity.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Yvonne grew up pretty sheltered in a rural area with only other centaurs, so she's pretty out of her depth when she moves to Athendrolyn with its dozens of different creatures and customs and traditions. The culture shock made her pretty susceptible to being tricked, both in non-serious ways and worse ways, but she's definitely more vigilant now. She's very trusting, even after those unfortunate incidents, and will generally give people the benefit of the doubt.

Harlan is much quicker to call bullshit, but also quicker to go "yooooo no wayyyyy," about something that personally piques his interest, whether or not it's true. He tends to trust people unless they have a known history of being untrustworthy, and his fraternity (or whatever I'm calling it in this fictional world) can definitely spread news, true or false, faster than anyone can possibly outrun it, so if he's trusting someone he knows he can trust, but they got their info from someone else who got it from someone else etc... yeah.

On his end, Harlan is a pretty straightforward guy, but he does fib a liiiittle bit on occasion to seem cooler. It's why his friends jumped to "your girlfriend isn't even real" in the first place. It's more dramatic than the things he's done in the past, but it's also not not something he would do.

💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

As previously mentioned, Harlan doesn't have the greatest impulse control, and will act on how he feels before he thinks through what he's actually doing. He really feels the need to prove himself among his peers and seem cool and interesting, and the party lifestyle that encourages impulsive actions ddddoesn't help? much?

He knows he has this problem, and does try to catch himself, but it's a process after acting impulsively for so long. Yvonne being a stable, calm presence in his life has tremendously helped him.

Yvonne isn't impulsive at all, kind of the opposite. She has a lot of anxiety, and that prevents basically any impulsive action, which can cause her feelings to rule her life in a different way. She can be closed off and wary of things that aren't already in her comfort zone, especially growing up so sheltered.

She actually didn't realize how closed off she'd gotten until she met and started hanging out with Harlan, and has been slowly trying to increase her tolerance of out-of-comfort-zone experience since.

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Fallout Casting for Satoru "Kakashi-sensei" Gojojojo for Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged react fic

"Five bucks and I'll tongue punch your fart box." - Satoru Gojo, Episode 3 JJK Abridged (by The Schmuck Squad).

Reasons To Why I Believe These Characters Should Be Cast As The Variant of JJK Abridge's Satoru Gojo are listed below the cut:

Elrand Brandt (Fallout Vault Dweller OC, faceclaim Jason Statham) -> In his twenties and had told the Master to kill himself.

Finidy Mona (Fallout 2 Chosen One OC, faceclaim Jessica Alba) -> "Chosen One" will be as close to "Honored One" as Fallout will get.

Alph Dolen (Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer OC, faceclaim Sam Blackensee. Has transformed into a Ghoul) -> Fawkes talked about how it was his destiny to save Project Purity and his hopes and dreams died in his early twenties.

Raul Alfonso Tejada (a ghoul mechanic that helps out Ryder in Fallout New Vegas, follows her around after she saved him on Black Mountain and is inspired to pick up his guns again to protect those of lesser fortune) -> He's badass and voiced by Danny Trejo. Also got very father-figure vibes going on. And lost a young female companion (his sister) like Gojo had (Riko) whom they were both trying to protect.

Nate Gust Sarid (Fallout 4 Sole Survivor OC, faceclaim Steven He. He is a Synthetic Human) -> The SPECIAL cheat stats make a lot more sense with him given the context that he's a synth, which could be similar to Gojo's cheat skills in general. Not to mention they're both (basically) fathers (Shaun for Nate and Yuji & Megumi for Gojo).

Vega (Fallout 76 Resident OC, faceclaim Yvonne Strahovski. Has transformed into a Super Mutant) -> Both are selfish and have unbreakable egos.

Tycho (from Fallout, a Nevada ranger who's wandered the Wasteland of California, he helps Elrand beat Gizmo and takes on the Master's Super Mutant army) -> Hides his face and a total all around badass.

Roger Westin (from Fallout 2, an NCR congressman fighting against the corruption within the New California Republic with underhanded tactics to build a peaceful, civil expansion into the north) -> Badass breaking the rules to do the right thing.

Butch DeLoria (from Fallout 3, Alph's former childhood bully in Vault 101, now one of his closest allies after the Lone Wanderer saved the life of Butch's mother from Radroaches. After Alph and Amata we're run out of the Vault, Butch helped build up the rebellion against Overseer Almodovar, and had managed to slip out of the vault to get Alph and Amata's help. After resolving the issue, Butch joined up with Alph and Amata to wander the Capital Wasteland, becoming the founding members of the newest Tunnel Snakes) -> He's rocking a style and while he can come off as a jerk, he's got a heart of gold, though never a push-over.

Joshua Graham (from Fallout New Vegas' Honest Hearts DLC, Joshua is Caesar's former Legate, now known as "the Burned Man", he resides in Zion to help the Dead Horses (as well as Daniel and the Sorrows) against the threat of the White Legs. Ryder gets some very important insight from him on how to deal with Caesar's Legion) -> Okay, so his eyes aren't blindfolded, but he is bandaged up elsewhere. And not to mention his voice is captivating. And he'd probably despise his Gojo variant which makes for some humorous opportunities.

Deacon (from Fallout 4, the Railroad's top intelligence agent and overall the best spymaster you'll ever meet, he trains Nate in the art of espionage and being a better liar. Had given Nate trust issues for a while when partnered together. He also helps Nate discover he is a synth and come to terms with his newfound existence) -> He's got the charisma. He's got the sunglasses. He's got the lies and the confidence. He's got the vibe of a responsible irresponsible adult. He's got the vibes of a back-alley drug dealer guaranteed to give you the good stuff and be there with you to make sure it goes alright. He's probably stolen caps from Carrington. He's the man. The goat. The guy the Railroad keep around because he's really good at his job even if his tactics are questionable sometimes.

Remember, for the alternative option, REBLOG and put in the tags WHO else from the Fallout franchise should be Abridged!Gojo and WHY you think they'd better suit the role.

I've also created and will continue to update (until the polling is done) a Master List for the poll results of the casted winners. You can find it right here.

You can find my Fallout OC profiles Master List right here, which also includes a link to the original post where I pitched my react fic idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, chow!