#I usually don’t like talking about my ocs with people I know in real life and I can’t really explain why

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎉 Thank You for 10k+ Followers!! 🎉

A big thank you goes out to @cozymochi for this beautiful celebratory commissioned artwork for this major milestone ✨ It really captures the scope of all the content that had been put out in the last 4+ years—both in terms of official Twst materials and on this blog! I think it’s very fitting that we hit this milestone in the month of Halloween too (I just held off on posting this til the month after); it’s Twst’s biggest holiday of the year, so it’s twice the cause for celebration!!

A lot has happened over the course of my time in this fandom. I’ve written many things of course, but I’ve also had many other exciting opportunities! I’ve been interviewed for a paper, met many cool people from all over the world, attended Twst meetups + events, collaborated with other talented creators, received kind gifts, contributed to various fandom projects, and finished telling the origins of my Twst OC. This blog has been with me through a lot of major changes and difficult hurdles in my life too—it’s really been an anchor for me, a comforting and safe space for me to be creative or analytical whenever I want to be.

When I first started this blog as a very casual hobby in summer of 2020, I never even considered that it would balloon to this extent. It still doesn’t feel totally real to me 😭 I don’t usually fixate on numbers (they make me anxious), but looking back on it, 10k is a LOT, and 4 years is a long time. To put that in perspective, if we were in Twisted Wonderland for 4 years then all of the students we’ve come to know and love would have graduated by now. That’s crazy to me. We’ve come so far as a group.

I feel that a large part of fandom is the community that comes with it. I would have found it so challenging to stick with Twst had I not had so many great people keeping me engaged with it. I’d now like to take a moment to thank those folks. Keeping in line with the idea of “4 years”, think of these as little messages scrawled in a yearbook. I also have a blog event planned to celebrate! More on that later.

Please note that I’ve used pseudonyms for most of the following people, as I’d like to respect their privacy (I’m very private myself) + not all of them are comfortable with being explicitly named or tagged to a large crowd. You’ll know who you are if you see yourself on here.

Without further ado:

MSS — Thank you for being the first Twst space I felt truly a part of. It’s still the place I consider my fandom “home” beyond this blog.

April — Thank you for making MSS as a place for us to share! We’re tsunderes in solidarity.

Drinking Knight — The banners wouldn’t exist without your help. Thanks for getting the ball rolling on those; I’d like to think that I’m a little more confident in designing new ones myself now, but you were the start of it all. Your endless enthusiasm for the most insane otome boys, drinks, and bullying (positive) others is truly an inspiration.

Q. Opinionated — Can’t count the number of times you ran tech support for me 💀 Thanks so much for being patient and willing to laugh at a stupid situation. I WILL grip you (escape is not an option) 🤲

Dad with his Printer — Why are you so cheeky My unofficial proofreader and fact checker. Still treasure the teeny J word and coffin magnets you sent, and, even more valuable than those, the bad dad jokes/puns advice and wisdom you give. Wishing you luck on your art adventure.

A. Cider — An unexpected friend I met very late into the fandom and happened to run into irl by total coincidence. Funny how life works. Your shitposts are great, and I appreciate having a like-minded person to talk with about the J words and story critiques. I’d also like to thank you for the many little doodles you’ve made; I know you’re very busy and have a wife to tend to at home but I appreciate that you still make time for friends.

Hana — Extroverted pink-haired magical girl representation. Your bubbly love for Disney, Diasomnia, singing, and (yes) angst lights up the entire room. Maybe you’re not too confident with yourself are right now, but I know you’ll find your way.

Swan — For being quick on the uptake and giving me the heads up about various things! We may not talk much one-on-one, but I’m thinking of you and enjoy seeing you pitch into the conversation. You’re still banned for L*ona posting though/j

Ly — My secret French twin/j Thanks for being my cultural + equine advisor and a voice of (salty) reason. Never shut up about your hyperfixations! You’re a real one.

Oys — Enabler + encourager of my Yan!Sil delusions. Sorry for making your blood pressure spike every time we talk about our food takes. But hey, at least we get a good laugh out of it :))

Mac and Bean — For being my inspirations. Bean, you have such atmospheric writing. I hope my writing style can be just as magical as yours. Mac, it was your blog that first got me into starting my own Twst writing. You never stop being so, so funny also I blame you 120% for the L*ona rot.

Peaches and Cream — To my local Twst friends, thanks for keeping me company even through the hard times. Peaches, happy to be your local Twst dealer anytime. Cream, thanks for hooking me up with new books.

Salt and Flora — I don’t know where you vanished to, but the sea brought you back to me on its tides. I’m so happy we could meet again. Salt, you’re so talented at crochet and design work; get your coin 😂 Flora, you’re the sweetest person ever. Literally cottagecore personified, even in your art.

Piano — We don’t always see eye to eye, but thank you for being my serial debater and showing me new perspectives. Your open-minded theories and analyses are such fun. And, of course, it’s always hilarious to think about how we accidentally (?) swapped oshis 🤡 You’re a star.

The Anklebiter — For having the most unhinged jokes and ideas. Seriously, THE most unhinged. I never do any of the crazy things you suggest but I’m always really entertained from just hearing them.

Te, Mi, and Ro — Thanks for organizing local events and giving me an excuse to touch grass. It’s a lot of hard work and you guys manage to pull it off every time! Mi, I was flattered to have you reach out to me to help a little with the Tweel cupsleeve event. Happy to help anytime! Te, I remember you were cosplaying as Kalim when we first met and I kept thinking about how perfectly suited you are for the role. You were very friendly and made such an effort to include everyone in the event even when I was Idia-ing in the corner. To this day, you continue to spontaneously introduce me to new people 😂 Thanks for getting me put of my comfort zone. Ro, I didn’t think we’d meet again like this. Small world! You’re learning and improving the big events. Here’s hoping to many more!

Vic — For being Ace Trappola when very few others would. It’s refreshing to have someone tell it like it is. I wish I could be as bold and as honest as you are sometimes. You have such a big heart when it comes to the characters you love; it makes me want to adore them like you do too 🫶

Kana — For being so sweet and patient. You helped me through so many rough patches and have also contributed a lot to the look of the blog. It’s so fun gushing with you about magical girls and pretty boys, sharing our favorite shows and movies… I feel as though I’ve made a lifelong friend.

Zari — Thank you for charms and art book, big fan of your stuff 😭 So honored to have worked with you on projects too. I hope to see a lot more of your Yuu and other OCs around, I love following them ^^

Lala — You understand, encourage, and validate my weird tastes in fictional men 💕 Really admire your sense of fashion and stylish nails too. Whenever I have my shrimp apron on, I think of you.

Arisu — No longer in the Twst fandom but integral in the earliest days. Wherever you are now, I wish you nothing but happiness.

P-san — You’re a lifesaver!! Thank you so much for helping me find cute little outfits and accessories for my plushies… They are forever grateful to be properly clothed.

V, Fa, Fe, Ray, Rea, Sonny, Glimmer Group, and Incognito Crew — Thanks for being so supportive of my hyperfixation on Disney villain anime boys, even if you guys have NO clue what I’m rambling about half of the time. To V specifically 🫵 I am NOT a cat boy kisser

Mango — I didn’t know I wanted you in my life until you showed up uninvited one day and chewed your way into my heart.

Azul Ashengrotto — For being the character that first convinced me into giving this game a shot. The Little Mermaid was something I always held so dear to me, so it almost seems like destiny that you’d be the one to drag me down into Twst. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that, even if my feelings have changed since then.

Rook Hunt — For being there when I needed to laugh a little. It’s scary to glance over my shoulder sometimes, but you make it easier to smile as I look back.

Rollo Flamme — For letting me know that having negative feelings is normal and human, even if we don’t always cope with them in the healthiest of ways. Let’s reflect and be better together!

Leona Kingscholar — For showing me that change and personal growth is, in fact, possible. Th-This doesn’t mean I like you or anything though, so get off your high horse—

Jade Leech — For taking my hand and guiding me back on the path when I got lost in the dark. Whatever crimes you may commit in your free time, I forgive you/j

Miss Raven Crowley — The little black bird who could, the blog muse. I made you on a whim and look at where you are now… You went from a background character to the main character of your own story. So proud of you, my child 😭

Asset compilers, fan artists, fanfic writers, fan translators, cosplayers, merch makers, editors, plushie pic takers, video essayists, theorizers, etc. — You’re all so important to keeping the fandom alive, especially during periods of official content drought. It wouldn’t be feasible for me to list out all of the content creators I enjoy (chjsbsksks and it honestly might be awkward since I haven’t directly interacted with most of them), but I hope that this message still reaches you and finds you well. Keep doing your thing; I love seeing the work you put out ^^

Anyone and everyone that I’ve ever commissioned and/or received fan works from — I appreciate that you took time and energy out of your day to create something for me. There’s so much talent in the Twst fandom and I’m honored that you would dedicate some of that to a silly little birb.

You, the Readers — For supporting this blog and and what I do here! You’re an important part of my journey too.

Thank you!! Here’s to a future unknown and a page unwritten.

- The Writing Raven

[alwaysonf1]

lewis is doing what?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Changes in the timeline for the sake of the story.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: This is my first F1 fic, which makes me nervous so why not start with a series.

Many Drive to Survive haters like to pretend everything that comes from the show and what it’s about are beneath them. That they couldn’t possibly care, and that the only important thing is the race on Sunday. And yet the day after the latest season drops you can find them amongst the chaos trying to figure out what the hell were all those hints about a new form of content that F1 plans to release. 

Interwoven with the usual storylines and mild dramatics there was a lot of talk about how drivers show their families the support they’re given. How they show up for them in their careers and bits of their lives. It was weird at first, but then it sent off alarm bells when an almost fourth wall breaking moment happened where the Netflix team was blatantly dismissed. 

“I think we have this one Netflix, but thanks for the help.” Those were the exact words spoken by the head of marketing as she closed the door to a room where you get a glimpse of team paraphernalia but see no faces. 

Every social platform that you can find an F1 fan on has it trending and the conversations (and screams into the void) are fast paced. But Twitter is where the real unhinged and brain cell losing behavior is happening. 

And the most accurate guessing.

Almost everyone within the community is discussing what that snippet could mean. Is it the end of DTS as they know it? The end of it completely? Are F1 and Netflix severing ties? Will F1 be taking over? Is this some little game they're playing with their viewers to keep them tuned in? Is it something completely different? What the actual fuck is going on?

In the middle of those questions are those who think themselves a genius or are delusional enough that they can’t help but form some wild ideas of what’s to come.

Someone must be retiring. Multiple people are retiring. There’s going to be a reality show ala Keeping Up with the Verstappens, where everyone learns that Max’s little trauma dumpy memories with Jos are just the surface level of how insane that man is. Someone is getting married. Someone is getting married to another driver. A nepo baby is going to become the “voice of the fandom” and host a show about the drivers during race weekends and it’s going to be all the wrong things. A dating show for all the singles. A behind the scenes at the lives of drivers and their families, but like Family Feud. And the penultimate dude bro dream of them getting to spend the season hanging out with drivers and get confirmation that their toxic thoughts that alienate most of the fan base is true.

After about twenty-four hours it all dies down. Everyone is still wondering, but they don’t feel like they’re losing their minds while they try to be the one who can say they were right when they news drops.

As if timed, the second that F1 drops in trends the F1 admin drops a graphic with the faces of six people who are clearly positioned like the thinking face emoji on every platform that they use. In the captions it says: Week in the Life - Sibling Edition.

If Twitter was home to the first wave of screaming, it belongs to Tumblr the second go round. Everyone is so excited for the content that someone must have thrown up from how aggressively happy they feel. Everyone is talking about who they want it to be and what content they’d love to see from which sibling. Those who make gifs are especially excited to get everything they can, though they won’t be outdone by those whose brains and fingers will be entities on their own once they get hold of a singular moment that will inspire the fic of everyone’s dreams.

Those who always have something negative to say are there as usual, but they aren’t as loud or upset as they often are. Being nosy doesn’t stop just because you want to pretend that you only care about the race, as if someone doesn’t have a file of screenshots from all the times, they’ve attacked the character of a driver for something not race related at all.

The reaction to this is the kind that instills faith in what is being done. The kind of thing that tells all the upper management who didn’t like it that it was a good idea, but also puts a certain bit of weight on the content team. They need this to deliver. Need to keep the hype, especially since the first episode doesn’t drop until the start of December and they’ve already recorded half the series so a failure could stop the rest.

So once the Singapore GP ends, Daniel Ricciardo’s face is no longer gray. You get to see that goofy smile and wink. You’d think they told everyone he was getting a permanent seat with a three year contract with the reception to it.

It’s Charles Leclerc for Japan. 

Lance Stroll for Qatar.

Carlos Sainz for COTA.

Alex Albon for Mexico.

And coming off his first P1 of the season, Lewis Hamilton for Brazil.

For the next week or so if a tweet isn’t about excitement, disdain, or shock in regard to this new F1 exclusive content, it has a certain main character at its center.

[lolita-ily]

You wanted a civilised dressed girl?

TW!!: traumadump, mommy/daddy issues, implied grooming, child on child SA, hypersexuality, abandonment, bullying, self shame and disgust and pretty heavy subject. I think that’s all so buckle your belt and join my wild world

⚠️‼️: None of that is romanticised, cute or whatever. This is serious trauma, so proceed with caution and respect. If you are here to criticize any of thoses situations, please do kindly leave. Thoses situations are very much real across the world, if you relate to any of that, my DMs are always open if you need to talk🫶🏼💕

“Civilised? Hah! Let me laugh, they’re all animals”

(Dont mind me, it’ll be mostly traumadump, abit of a vent oc for this au I guess? Also a response to ppl saying that OG kikita is sexualised while she isn’t at all, she’s just free. The “civilised” Kikita is the most hurt one, but they share same heart and soul. Dont blame her, shes just another child victim of society.)

So, in this AU, Kikita is “civilised”. She lived with her grandmother and 2 little brothers since her mom abandoned her. She was sent to a boarding school accross the world and she took the unlucky plane that crashed in.

PRE-ISLAND:

Her story is messy, tied with discoveries of her dad not being her biological dad, abandonment, mommy/daddy issues. She had to mature quickly to take care of her two little brothers but it only attracted miseries. She got groomed and lived child on child SA that lead her to hypersexuality and bad life choices. Nobody knows about that since she isn’t willing to tell anyone and is TERRIFIED of her grandmother finding out. She tried her best to be a regular teen and somehow success. She was good at school and had a wonderful social life beside the fact she was often sexualised because of her appearance even if she was young. For her education, her kind grandma sent her to a boarding school in another country. Sadly, she hoped on the wrong plane.

ON-ISLAND:

In a pretty dress and Mary Jane shoes, alone with a bunch of british boys and some girls(if ocs included), at first she’s relieved to be freed from the terrifying adults and allow herself to live her life but reality settles in harshly and she realizes that it will not be so simple. She immediately take the littluns under her wing, as she did for her brothers, maternal instinct kicking in. She sticks by Ralph, finding comfort in the democracy he showcase, her duty is fruit picking and looking after the littluns. Beside that, she REFUSES to bend down to gender norms, that’s how she earned a slap from Roger when she defied Jack. Noticing girls are left behind and forced to stupid roles, she does her hardest to not do the same. She quickly creates herself a social life, adapting to any persons around. She’s quickly labelled as “Allumeuse” and proundly showcase the title no she don’t, it hurts, is only my body pretty? Please love me. Beside the littluns, Piggy and Simon, she flirts with anyone and even got affections that way its the only way, the only one. Stuck in the same old cycle, she thinks people only love her for her body and grow extremely insecure inside but nobody sees it so she dedicates herself to fruitpicking and the littluns, hoping that the self-shame and disgust will go away. Simon was the only one she spoke to, so his death was devastating and she refused to speak for a few days. Eventually, SOMEONE* manipulates her into joining Jack Merridew, seeing that more than half of the littluns are here, she joins them. Her new job is war paint and still looking after littluns(even when Roger asked for a new paint with Piggy’s blood). When Ralph is chased, she stayed behind with the littluns and was rescued like everyone else.

POST-ISLAND:

She went back to her grandma and little brothers. Beside the Island trauma, Her life went back as usual with no much changes and she was eventually sent again to that boarding school. She will never forget what happened. Nothing else is known for now.

Some facts!!:

-She loves coca cola -She loves fashion -I’m thinking of giving her an Island crush where she would be desperate and would do almost anything to get his attention(that would be why she flirts around and also the person who convinced her to join the Merridingles. I also want to do an unrequired love thing and that the guy she likes is a actually a lil bitch)* -Anger issues goes brrrr -She imposed herself and managed to get some rules done. -She despises her mother and herself(physically, they are the same) -She can lie and manipulate unintentionally(bc mom) and then feel terrible about it. -Beside the “bad” parts, she’s just like og Kikita a sweet child at heart and very kind and like anyone else she just need a hug -Naive at love -Philophobiac(fear of love) -Afraid of Night and will never admit it -Was bullied(its the 50s and she’s coloured) at 6.

-When she was on her period, she left the camp for a few days and hid in the forest and came back only when she was “clean” again -Terrified of boys and adults(but hide it) -Playgirl -Airhead, energitic, chaotic -𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 -somehow had her lipgloss on her, its her signature object

A LINE THAT WOULD DESCRIBE HER?

“I put cocaine in my lipgloss, so when he kisses me he thinks im God” -someone

dont come after me pls

please dont be mean to any of that, its very much real and I beg for some acceptance and respect, pls dont hurt me? Haha

byebyeeeeee

[plague-karm]

Okay since people actually wanted the oc x canon shit here it is ig. I also want to preface this by saying that I am VERY inexperienced with writing characters from pre-existing IP’s (I mostly write for my own characters) so if anything’s OOC here then that’s why. But the funnie rock man has consumed by my brain so yeah. Here’s some background stuff about Carissa and other things regarding this funnie little thing I came up with.

Carissa is the heavenly virtue of charity, the seven heavenly virtues are some of the only creations god doesn’t regret due to them enacting their purpose without any pushback and they live on a completely different plane of existence as a result, high ranking angels visit them often as their domain is nearest to heaven.

My voice claim for her is Christy Altomare.

Unlike the angels who don’t care about humanity, the virtues haven’t lost faith in them (they often talk to the humans who ended up in heaven during the final war, soothing their fears).

She has pet rabbits that she tends to in her private sanctuary that she loves dearly.

I know Sisyphus is based more on the Camus poem rather than the Greek myth but the constantly cheating death thing fits with the concept of Greed WAY too well so I’m including it (this will come into play later).

Greed is the lowest layer she’s willing to go to (Wrath is the midpoint of how bad the sins are and I feel like the lower layers are that depraved that no one really goes there).

Sisyphus overthrew Midas here because of course he did.

He created the moon pendant so she could visit him in Greed more frequently because the rays and dust damaged her body.

One of his main motivations for getting with her was the fact an angel was heavily pining for her and the thought of cucking the enemy was too tempting to pass up (he got to spite the oppressors and he got a wife win win).

The formation of the council took FOREVER so that’s how Carissa got away with being with him for so long.

They get together before Minos’ death and separate before the Greed Insurrection.

She saw his beheading and is the only living being who knows the location of his husks head.

Carissa and Gabriel are actually pretty close which makes what happens later pretty fucked up. Things get complicated.

I’m subscribing to the theory that Treachery is a frozen wasteland and will make hell freeze over because it’s cool.

Okay let’s get into this shit wheyyyyy

PRE-GAME

Carissa is a VERY respected figure for obvious reasons, she was kind, compassionate, and giving to all.

When god disappeared she was incredibly concerned about the state of heaven and what could become of hell with the peering eyes of heaven averting their gaze.

So without telling anyone, she secretly travelled to hell with the intentions of reporting her findings to whoever would next be in charge.

Limbo was a ghost town, she wasn’t expecting much there anyway, but she felt…wrong.

Why were those who didn’t believe in god here? He wasn’t a physical presence, how were they supposed to know if he existed or not? And the books she found…they made her feel sick to her stomach.

They were innocent, slowly being driven insane by the superficial world around them, a constant reminder of what they could’ve had…

No, it couldn’t all be like this right? Besides, Lust IS a sin, surely that’s a place where the depraved souls of the damned deserve to toil in eternal punishment?

So she ventured deeper…and what she found was shocking…

A city, a paradise, she couldn’t believe it, all of this…? Was built by those who sinned…? Was what she was told up there even real? Several people putting aside their differences and building a better life for themselves…it moved her deeply.

She eventually met Minos and was heavily conflicted.

Surely she should report this right? This was against the father’s law! The punishment created by him was being turned into a reward!

…But still, she just couldn’t do it, she was enamoured with the city of Lust, her home was usually quite bright so the change in scenery was very much needed in her eyes.

She would continue visiting in secret, her and Minos had similar philosophical views so they became quick friends and of course her meeting Sisyphus was inevitable.

He was immediately intrigued, she was the complete opposite of him, and he had no idea why she hadn’t said a word to heaven about any of this.

He wasn’t rolling the boulder! Minos’ methods may be too passive for his tastes but they were STILL defying heaven! Why wasn’t she saying anything to them?!

He didn’t mind it of course (hell it was actually pretty convenient considering what he was planning) but still…

They hang out in Lust normally because a majority of meetings are held there (plus Minos was literally the JUDGE of hell it makes sense).

Carissa was very intimidated by Sisyphus at first, and who could blame her? His disposition and his history was enough to put anyone off.

He noticed this and it irritated him quite a bit, he may have killed a few people and used every outsider who dared enter his kingdom on earth as an example but come on he wasn’t THAT bad!

Her first travel to Greed didn’t go well to put it lightly, the heat was almost unbearable, if it wasn’t for lower levels of Sisyphus’ place (I like to think the area in 4-3 and 4-4 was where he lived) having significant amounts of shade she would’ve passed out for sure.

As a result she mostly goes to Lust due to the cooler atmosphere.

He doesn’t know what to do…he likes seeing her anywhere but the fact that she barely visited him in his own layer…it irked him to no end.

So he had an idea.

A way for her to visit him.

It took forever but he somehow made it.

The moon pendant.

He requested her presence and she showed up fairly covered since the heat still got to her.

He used the pendant and she was in AWE.

The night sky was beautiful and the air was clear instead of being humid to a suffocating degree.

She asked him why he did this, and he said that the fact that she couldn’t visit due to her body’s limitations frustrated him to the point of creating the moon pendant as a way to make her time with him more convenient.

This is where it started.

Minos could IMMEDIATELY tell what was going on with Sisyphus, him doing something for someone else (especially if that someone wasn’t from greed) was EXTREMELY out of character for him, he knew him very well, he was one of the only people Sisyphus respected as an equal regardless of him disagreeing with his methods so he immediately figured out what was happening and he was ecstatic.

Carissa on the other hand didn’t know what to do, she had SO many admirers from heaven…so out of everyone she could’ve fallen for why did it have to be HIM?! She was terrified of what could happen if people found out, she may have been incredibly high ranking but she wasn’t invincible, her sisters of virtue could cast her out! He could be killed!

But…the fact that he would go as far as to create a day and night cycle in Greed for her sake…the way he made sure that he took on the load for his people if it was too much for them to bare…it moved her in a way she couldn’t explain.

Sisyphus could TELL that she felt the same, but he was patient (as he always was).

He knew she was worried for good reason, even though he didn’t fear them, he knew exactly why she did.

He was okay with being killed as long as he stood by his beliefs but she was innocent, she wasn’t a cog in their corrupt system, she was BEYOND them, and helped the people in the layers regardless of her status, that was more than enough for him.

Over a VERY long period of time he finally confessed and she accepted gracefully.

The two came to an agreement, no one could know about this (except Minos of course), if it was up to him he’d show her off like no tomorrow, but he knew that her position would be in jeopardy so for once in his life he was subtle.

He would send her gifts pretty often when she was in her sanctuary, they were unsigned so no one knew it was him, Gabriel delivered them (the guy was also a messenger and the fanart I saw of him delivering mail was funnie so why not).

He would often ask who kept sending her these overly luxurious gifts but she’d say she had no idea.

It was mostly night time when she visited him but she had eventually gotten used to the heat there so she visited quite frequently regardless of the weather.

They bantered a lot, she felt like she could be herself around him, less formal and more relaxed.

She really likes his voice, it soothes her when she’s feeling stressed about the disappearance of god, it may have happened a while ago but it was still on her mind…

He was aware that he had an effect on her and used that to his advantage, he’s a very smooth talker (he cheated death god knows how many times so he definitely has a way with words).

Carissa is fully aware of this and sometimes calls him out on it, it’s all in fun though.

LOVES his hair, she always wonders how he keeps it in such good condition despite the weather of greed being so brutal.

He has met her pets, he wasn’t expecting so many of them but hey they’re quiet at least.

Sometimes watches them play fight in his throne room, gets oddly invested despite how ridiculous it looks on the surface, their battle tactics are interesting.

He sometimes wonders how they can withstand Greed’s temperatures, but he tries not to think about it too hard or else he’d risk going insane.

They take nightly walks often, he made clothes for her so she wouldn’t blend in with the environment in case anything bad happened, they’re very comfy :)

Her comfort is his top priority no matter what, he respects her and makes sure everything in Greed is at its highest standard whenever she comes over.

They were both aware that they were walking on thin ice so the wedding was VERY lowkey, he never told her this but the actual event kind of disappointed him, he thought she deserved more, but she was fine with it, she was just happy she was with him.

Things were great…

That all changed when Minos died.

Carissa wept while Sisyphus grieved silently.

He knew this would happen, he KNEW…but a small, foolish part of him hoped that what Minos had built there would work out…but it wasn’t meant to be.

A few nights later he told her about his plan to put insurrection in motion.

The watchful eye of heaven made it harder for Carissa to sneak into Greed but they made it work.

They would become distant during this time, his focus on the army was too great, the plan he had been formulating for millennia was FINALLY coming to fruition.

Carissa was VERY worried about him despite his demeanour being the same as ever. Regardless of their differences she knew Minos meant a lot to him.

This culminated one night in an argument, she exclaimed that this was putting his people in extreme danger, that he could DIE doing this…and he responded saying “I know”. It was a risk he was more than willing to take for his and his people’s salvation, regardless of what his fate would be.

This was too much…and then he told her to leave, he knew that if she chose to stay with him during the insurrection she would be killed (she was high ranking, but defying heaven was considered heresy, regardless of who it was).

She had no fighting experience, she only existed to spread peace and joy, the thought of her dying, leaving her rabbits behind, HIM behind…he couldn’t bare it.

She was heartbroken, but she left without another word…she was devastated. He almost wept himself…but his plan was too important, he had dedicated his entire afterlife towards this, he couldn’t stop now.

Divorce Arc :(

The day of the insurrection was witnessed by all of heaven, even Carissa, because she wanted to make sure he would be okay…

And then Gabriel descended upon high…and Sisyphus’ head was displayed for all to see.

The last thing he saw was the horror in her eyes as his conscious left him, her sobs were like whispers compared to the cheers surrounding her as he was slain.

She grieved in private, she knew he’d be happy about this, fighting against his oppressors until his last breath…but she didn’t want things to end between them the way they did.

She would return to Greed in secret, horrified by the fate of the Sisyphean Insurrectionists, mutilated and ripped apart except for the bare essentials…

She would use the night pendant to make their punishment slightly more bearable.

During one of her many secret visits she found the head of his husk…she would visit it often as a way to deal with her grief.

She’d tell it everything, what she did that day, how the rabbits were doing, how much she missed his company…his humour…everything. She had never felt this empty before in her life…

She would write about her feelings in several empty books, ones she kept hidden throughout the deepest depths of the temple.

She didn’t talk to Gabriel much after that, she knew he had practically become a vessel for the council’s cruelty but it still hurt.

He thought she avoided him because she wasn’t used to him committing such violent acts (nah bro it’s because you killed her friend and her husband idiot 😒).

POST-GAME

Carissa continued her duties but the light in her eyes had lost its lustre, something her sisters of virtue took notice of.

They were worried about her, but she’d always brush them off.

Since we know the council gets murked later on the fathers light would die alongside them. Heaven knew this and they were free for their final moments…

The heavenly virtues had no idea though, so when they slowly died off along with her rabbits Carissa was terrified and confused until she went down to heaven and realised that the end of times was upon them all.

Gabriel became aware of Sisyphus becoming a prime soul, being slain at the hands of the machine…but unlike those before him, he wasn’t fooled…

Minos’ will to go on was snuffed out the second the machine robbed him of his chance at vengeance…

Sisyphus cheated death several times, his tenacity was as annoying as it was impressive, he’d do it again.

He KNEW he’d do it again.

He travelled to Greed to see if he had returned to his domain and inevitably found the books Carissa left behind…and everything clicked for him.

The constant disappearances, the gifts, the ring she wore, the fact she could barely look at him…my god, it all made sense.

He knew things were going to end soon, he knew his time would soon be over…

So he wanted to do a good deed for his dear friend one last time.

He entered the barren sanctuary and saw her sitting motionless, the last embers of the fathers light filling the once vibrant scenery gifted by he who left them…

He kneeled beside her…

“He isn’t dead…”

“…What? Gabriel, I saw you-“

“His soul lives”

“…”

“I know it does…and I know about…what happened between you…”

“How do you-?”

“I went down there to see if he tried to rebuild it, I saw your books…you spoke fondly of him”

“I hoped no one would find out…”

“The machine had him slain, but you know him better than I ever will…”

“He’s always been stubborn…even in the face of impossible odds…”

She chuckled weakly, she always admired that about Sisyphus, no matter how the odds were stacked against him, he’d always go for it, regardless of his actions (she knew he wasn’t perfect) that was an aspect of him almost everyone respected.

“Do you want to see him again?”

She turned to look at him for the first time in years, of course she did, the last thing she wanted was to die in this cold, dark world alone.

“Do you know where he is?”

“No, but I will be able to sense his presence if we go down there together, I can’t stay with you though, if he sees me there will be a fight…and you deserve to go out peacefully”

She nodded, they travelled to Greed…they found him, he was standing alone, a shining light in the rubble that was once his home. Carissa whispered.

“Thank you…”

Gabriel nodded and left without a word, Carissa approached him quietly, standing beside him, looking over the remains of the Insurrectionists and the landmarks once littered across the dust below. He looked different, but she could tell it was him.

Sisyphus finally took notice of her presence, barely managing to restrain himself from doing anything too emotional.

“I thought you would’ve gone up there and completed your mission by now…”

“No, the weapon will get further than I ever will…are they all…?”

“Almost…”

For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure what to do, this was the first time he had seen her in years…should he apologise? But he got what he wanted…no…he had something else to tell her, something that would mean more than a handful of words he had never said with once with seriousness.

“I heard you…”

“Heard what?”

“When you were talking to my husk…I heard all of it, I felt your kisses, I thought it was all a dream…I just wanted to make sure you knew that before you were gone”

She wanted to cry, he heard her? He could sense her sadness, after the way their relationship ended he wouldn’t have blamed her if she never wanted to see him again…but she came all this way…the least he could do was provide her with company before the jaws of death claimed them…

The two talked about everything before their time was over, trying to regain the years that had escaped them

The fact that she was still wearing the ring after all this time…that meant so much to him…more than she could ever know…

And then he could feel it, the cold…

Hand in hand, side by side…they died together…

And he didn’t regret a second of it

[darkyukifr]

I’m trying to reflect on many things these last months, about my place in this world as an aroace person but also about my place in fandoms. And I found this amazing comic on this subject by bloggingboutburgers.

This is something I’m struggling with A LOT and I’m still trying to explore this side of myself.

For many years now I’m deeply engaging with shipping cultures in fandoms (mostly as a lurker and recently by contributing publicly), because I couldn’t help but think that a character becomes really interesting only when they are involved in a romantic and/or sexual relationship, and they become worthy of a story (I’m taking these last words from this post because they struck me). Even when the character wasn’t involved in one, I found myself waiting for any kind of romantic/sexual plot to appear.

And this is such a HORRIBLE though to have as an aroace person who is romance and sex repulsed IRL. It’s like telling myself I’m not worthy as a person, even if I have many other beautiful kinds of relationships in my life for 27 years now. It’s a strange feeling where I’m ignoring my own existence and I’m just a random soul in this world, like a side character who loves and is loved by their family and friends, and by other humans in general, but who isn’t the main character of their own life.

But I also know it’s one of the consequences of this capitalist society that encourages nuclear families, and any other kinds of communities or relationships are depicted as less valuable, and it sadly sticks way too hard in my mind.

I realised these last months that I became physically disgusted by porn fics or drawings of my favorite ships because of the huge amount of it, and above all because I couldn’t engage with many of the people from these fandoms anymore. I even had to unfollow some of them because all this smut started to feel unbearable. It’s like I wasn’t able to keep going with my masquerade, but I wasn’t even aware I was doing this masquerade until I reached this point xD As if I was in a kind of denial all this time? Like I was thinking “yeaaah I can do it easily” when I can’t and I was just seeking community and some kind of validation? I usually enjoy this kind of art, but engaging actively with people highlighted the fact that these fantasies were not intangible fantasies anymore.

I’m still trying to analyse my feelings: is shipping interesting to me when I’m alone, and discussing about it with other people who are romantically and sexually active makes me realise that “oh, fandoms are not different than real life places on this subject. I can’t engage in these horny discussions endlessly without feeling sick at some point. And they are not interested in talking about something else than sex or romance, or the discussion just dies”? Do I like talking about it but I just need to understand what my boundaries are? Or am I just afraid to focus on the other possible paths outside of sex and romance because relating to them would be scary?

Fortunately I don’t have this problem with my friends and I met wonderful people in fandoms with whom it’s possible to talk about other things, or with whom I can talk about romance/sex without feeling pressured to empathise (they understand these are more likely jokes or sociological discussions to me and they respect it xD). But these “side character” thoughts stay and do make me feel lonely as I grow older.

I forced myself to work on one of my adult aroace OC for more than a year and it really heals me. It is indeed possible to make a person worthy of a story without being involved in any romantic or sexual relationships, even if they still have to confront the society norms in their everyday life. But it’s also surprisingly not that difficult? At least not more than thinking about any other character’s life.

All this time I advocated for queer relationships and I do think it’s VERY important to do it. And I will keep drawing all kinds of relationships. But I also think I should advocate for my aroace self a little bit more.

To sum up my reflexion, I should try to give myself some more love by thinking about other things than shipping, and to give myself more space to explore and give importance to other topics even if they feel more personal. What is important is to love, no matter the form it takes, and all these forms are valid.

(I’m still trying to figure out how to navigate in fandoms, maybe I will find solutions someday, maybe I won’t xD since I can’t control the disgust phases when they come to me gzeibgiebzgzui)

[idle-daydreams]

idk if you’re doing oc-reader requests. But uh…yeah

could you do a Yandere fyodor with a reader inspired by my oc, Nera?

the gist is, she’s the guardian of the book(the one everyone wants). However, she has a deep rooted loyalty to the agency. The only thing rivaling that loyalty, would be her love for Sigma, one of the few she views as family. She’s distrustful of people, but still nice to people she knows and likes. Her ability allows her to feel the emotions of others, but she’s very sensitive to it. She usually wears mostly back formal wear, liking pants better so she can defend herself if need be

[A.N.: Sorry for being so late, I've been busy with midterms. Hope you like it!]

Rat And Mouse

Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of murder and torture.

Nobody knew about your connection to the Book.

It was something you’d never discussed - not with the agency, despite your loyalty to them; not even with Sigma, though he’d been born of its pages. You’d kept your head down, continuing to pretend that you were just another Agency member, just an ordinary person with a near-useless Ability. It was worth more than your life if anyone found out.

And yet somehow, Fyodor did.

You cowered before him as much as you could while tied to a chair. Though the room was cold, your skin was slick with sweat, hair hanging loose around your face. Your head was still a little fuzzy, but you were certain you’d been chloroformed in your apartment.

The man sitting before you smiled serenely, one leg crossed over the other.

“Be calm, dorogaya,” he said.

You grimaced. Your ability allowed you to feel other peoples’ emotions, yet you could sense nothing from him. Not anger, nor excitement, nothing.  It was as though he wasn’t a real person, but an empty doll with blank eyes and an unsettling smile.

It was unnatural, inhuman, and utterly terrifying.

“What do you want?” you said, trying to keep your voice from quavering.

Fyodor spread out his pale fingers. “Come now, I know they do not hire idiots at your Agency. Do you believe I do not know about your connection to the Book?”

Your heart leapt to your throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to inject as much confusion as you could into your voice.

Fyodor smiled. “How disappointing.”

He stood up. You’d never seen Fyodor Dostoevsky in person before. In photos he’d seemed unimpressive – a pale, thin man with lanky hair and a tired expression. But what those pictures had failed to capture was the malice of his demeanour, the aura of darkness that hung around him. It was almost palpable, making your flesh crawl as he came closer.

“Please,” you said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just an innocent—”

“—secretary? Forgive me, but I do not believe you.”

You tensed as he placed a hand upon your face, expecting blinding pain before the oblivion of death overtook you. But nothing happened. His hand was ice-cold, but nothing else.

“I said to be calm,” he murmured. “I am not looking to kill you.” To your horror and confusion, he ran his hand through your hair in an almost gentle caress. “You are very beautiful. I should have noticed a piece of such monumental importance earlier.”

“I-I-” you began, “I’m not ly-”

“Ah, please do not. Sigma has already told me everything, so there is no need for you to lie any further.”

No. A leaden weight dropped in your stomach. Sigma wouldn’t have - he couldn’t have! ‘But he could,’ a treacherous voice in your head reminded you, ‘his Ability allows him to extract information from people with a touch, remember?’

You looked up to meet Fyodor’s indifferent gaze. “You’re lying.”

He shrugged. “Believe what you wish, dorogaya,” he said.

Then he turned and left the room.

You exhaled, mind racing a mile a minute. Sigma wouldn’t have betrayed you, even if he did have the ability to do so. He hated Fyodor, and had no reason to work with him ever since the Vampire Incident. But then, the only other person who’d known your secret was your ex – actually your first, and only – boyfriend, whom you hadn’t seen in several years, and whom Fyodor had no reason to contact unless he’d already suspected you of hiding something. And the only thing which would give him cause was...

‘No,’ you firmly told yourself. ‘It wasn’t Sigma. He would never betray me like that! I trust him with my life. Fyodor must have found out... some other way.’

You shook your head vehemently to convince yourself. It didn’t matter much at the moment anyway. What was more important was the fact that Fyodor would use you to find the Book. Though you were its Guardian, you possessed no supernatural link to it, only the knowledge of its location. Something that he could draw from you through torture.

You looked around. It was a small room. There was no window, no clock, no way to gauge the time. Fyodor had tied you up rather cruelly; the rope binding your wrists had been looped around your neck, so that you were forced to keep your arms bent at an unnatural angle to avoid strangling yourself. Your eyes welled with tears as the full extent of your plight hit you. Fyodor was a madman, a cruel and barbaric terrorist no matter how mildly he acted. Your ability was useless, your fighting skills non-existent - how were you going to get out of this alive?

‘Its fine,’ you told yourself. ‘The Agency will know that I’m missing. They’ll find me. I just have to hold it out till then.’

Your arms were burning, sweat beating your brow, when Fyodor returned.

“Ah, my bird has kept herself on her toes,” he said, as mildly as though he’d caught you in some trivial task. “I am glad my arrangement was not beyond your capabilities.”

“What do you want?” you said through gritted teeth. “I’m not telling you where the Book is no matter how matter what you do, so just forget about it.”

“No? That is quite the bold claim. Are you not afraid that I will hurt you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You swallowed. “No matter how much you t-torture me or whatever. I’m not telling you anything.”

Fyodor nodded, looking only mildly disappointed. “I admire your resilience.” He reached for your hair again, running his fingers through it to straighten it out. “There is a lot about you that is to… admire.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. Fyodor movements were gentle, almost tender – more suited to a lover than to a lunatic. You tried to pull your head out of reach, only for him to pause with a raised brow.

“You do not like it?” he said. “Apologies.”

He stepped away. You followed his movements nervously as he began fiddling with the things on the sideboard. “Tell me,” he began, as there was the clink of glass, followed by the sound of pouring liquid. “Determined as you are to keep the location of the Book from me – what makes you think I do not already know?”

“What?”

You started. Fyodor turned back to you, a full wine-glass in his hand.

“Would you like something to drink?” he said, proffering the glass to you.

“No,” you said distractedly, ignoring the dryness in your throat. “What do you mean, you already know? You know where the Book is?”

Fyodor slowly took a sip of the wine as he strolled over to you. That faint, awful smile danced upon his bloodless lips as he leaned closer. “Well, we have used a page from it before,” he said softly. “Did you not wonder where and how we got it?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your position as Guardian meant that you knew the Book’s location, but you had no way of knowing if someone had removed it from its place. If Fyodor had somehow found it…

“Ah, I have agitated you. I am sorry for that.” He held out the glass to you once again. The wine smelled enticing; it was a deep red colour, almost the rich red of blood in the dim light. Yet your stomach roiled at the sight of it. Fyodor had the Book… if Fyodor had the Book, then the world was already as good as done for.

You met his soulless eyes, and dropped your gaze to the floor.

“You’re lying,” you said miserably, trying to think of what to do next. It was your worst nightmare; to be battling wits against one of the smartest terrorists in the world.

“Why would I lie?” Fyodor casually circled behind you, tracing a finger across the rope around your neck. You braced yourself yet again, imagining his finger slicing your throat.

“If you already had the Book, you wouldn’t need me,” you said, biting back the scream that threatened to erupt from your lips. “You’d already be halfway already to your next awful scheme.”

“Oh?” He ran his fingers along the base of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “And what makes you think that you are not part of that scheme?”

‘It can’t be.’ Your heart drummed painfully against your ribs. The door before you seemed to dance, the shadows in the corners laughing at your misfortune. “You – I’m only as important as the Book. The only reason you could want me is because of the Book. There’s no other reason.”

“Before the vastness of God, everybody is insignificant. But for sinners such as us, there might be other reasons.”

Something simmered beneath your skin, a faint flicker of an emotion so dark, so twisted, it made you feel ill.

Desire.

Lust.

Obsession.

It disappeared in a flash, as though dragged back into the void.

“I will give you a chance to make your own decision,” Fyodor murmured from behind you. There was a soft swish, and the pressure on your neck and wrists slackened. You slowly pulled your hands to your lap, realizing what had happened.

“You’re letting me go?”

Fyodor stepped back into your field of vision. “I told you; I am giving you a chance to make your own decision.” He pointed at the door. “You wish to leave? Leave.”

You stared at him, alarm bells ringing in your head. “What are you planning? You’re planning something.”

He smiled that awful, soulless smile of his. “It would not do to reveal all of my secrets, yes? You must figure out some things for yourself.”

You looked from him to the door, then back. There was no point in arguing with him. Fyodor hadn’t become who he was by being honest or transparent. There wasn’t a chance in hell that this wasn’t part of some elaborate strategy – but this was also your only chance to escape.

You stood up slowly, joints stiff after the prolonged restraint. “I don’t – whatever you’re planning,” you began guardedly, as you began backing towards the door, “but you’d better drop it. I’m not so stupid as to lead you to the Book.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to be.”

“So—” You broke off as you bumped into the door. You were wasting time. Fyodor watched as you fumbled with the doorknob, making no attempts to stop you. His eyes – those empty, all-knowing eyes – chilled you to the bone. You looked away as you flung open the door, fleeing the room. There was a narrow corridor that led down a flight of stairs, but you barely paid your surroundings any heed in your desperation to leave. 

‘I have to get to the Agency,’ you thought. ‘I have to tell them about the Book. And I need to go check up on the Book, see if it is still safe. It has to be – I’d have known otherwise!’

But an awful thought hit you just as you reached the front door. What if Fyodor did have the Book?

“What is it?”

Fyodor spoke from behind you. You jumped; you hadn’t realized he’d caught up to you.

“Nothing.” You spun towards him, hand still gripping the door-knob. “I – stay away from me!”

He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “I have done nothing,” he said. “That door is unlocked; you are free to leave. Why do you not do so?”

“Because you brought me here!” Wrung by a sudden jolt of anxiety, you threw open the door. A blast of cold wind hit you; it was night, a chill wind howling through the trees. A snow-covered landscape surrounded you, a foreign horizon visible from the distance.

“Where are we?” you said with dread.

“Siberia.” Fyodor cocked his head. “I did bring you here. But even I can make mistakes sometimes, can I not? Or do you consider me incapable of fault?”

“No! But—” Your head spun. You hadn’t drunk the wine; you hadn’t ingested anything back in the room. Were you still suffering the aftereffects of having been drugged? Or had Fyodor done something to you?

“But you said that I was part of your scheme,” you said, rubbing your temple. “Don’t tell me you realized your mistake in the last five minutes. So it stands to reason that letting me go is part of your plan.”

“Is it? What if you’ve already told me what I need to know?”

“Because I haven’t told you anything!”

“Haven’t you?”

“I—” You ground your teeth. You didn’t know. You didn’t know what Fyodor wanted. But if he was simply done with you then he would have killed you, which meant that letting you go was part of his plan. He was either hoping for you to lead him to the Book, or he was somehow using you to get to the Agency. There was no way to tell unless you wrenched it out of him.

You looked at him, and felt yet again, that faint prickle of desire radiating off of him. He claimed to be a human… and humans were capable of more than just fault. They could hunger, for more than just food or water. They could desire, and be swayed by it.

“You… want me,” you said slowly.

Fyodor smiled. “The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil fight; and the battlefield is the heart of man.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Is it not obvious?”

It wasn’t. The only obvious thing was that he trying to trick you, to manipulate you somehow. Whether or not Fyodor was attracted to you – and the idea made you both want to laugh and scream – his main motive was the Book and the eventual destruction of the world.

‘I can’t stand against him,’ you thought. ‘If I try to foil him directly, he’d crush me. But if I stay close to him, I may be able to get a hint of his plans, enough to take down the Decay of Angels for good. I could just pretend that I’m f-falling for him or something. So long as I don’t reveal anything about the Book, it’ll be fine.’

It was a sickening thought. The very idea of staying close to Fyodor filled you with dread; pretending to be his lover was straight-up repulsive. And the longer you stayed with him, the more you were at his mercy.

But you were a member of the Agency. And you were a Guardian of the Book. And if that meant putting your life on the line, you were willing to do it.

You took a deep breath.

“You want me,” you said, fighting down the panic clawing in your chest. “That’s why you brought me here. And you’re letting me go because—?”

“I brought you here in a fit of passion, but it is obvious that you don’t want to be with me. And I do not want a woman to submit to me by force.”

“That’s considerate of you,” you said carefully. “But I hope it isn’t a lie. You really have no interest in the Book?”

His smile widened. “Even if I swear on my life that I am not lying, would you believe me?”

‘Fair point.’ “So if I walk away, you’d just let me go?”

Fyodor gestured towards the snow-covered woods in response.

You bit your lip. “And how far are we from the nearest airport? How am I to get home?”

“Are you really asking me that?” he said, raising a brow.

“I don’t fancy travelling through the snow at night by myself. Your guidance is as good as flailing around blind.”

He inclined his head. “True. Well, we are far from the nearest city, at least a couple of days on foot. In any case you would find it difficult to go home from there — you have no documents on you, after all.” He slyly cocked his head to the side. “My private transport will be here in a couple of weeks; you are welcome to stay with me until then.”

The revulsion deepened. But you forced yourself to nod politely. “Then… I guess I have no choice but to stay.”

“A difficult decision.”

“But—”

The words stuck in your throat. How could you talk about living with a murderous psychopath like him? How could you simply state your demands as though hashing out a deal with a roommate?

Fyodor stepped up to you, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Do not worry, dorogaya,’ he said softly, his breath tickling your ear. “I will not force you in any manner. Anything you do will be entirely by your own will.”

You shivered. His presence pressed upon you like a shroud. ‘This is just a game,’ you reminded yourself. ‘A game of cat and mouse. Just play along for a while and you can bury this guy.’

“Thank you,” you said out loud. “Could you please step aside?”

Fyodor pulled away. You threw a glance over your shoulder, at the stars twinkling in the night sky. Then, squaring your shoulders, you stepped into the Rat’s Lair.

[peachhcs]

Not a request but I wasn’t sure if here or dm was the best way to reach you

I’ve been thinking about starting a Connor Bedard x OC au. I’ve been reading both your Will and Macklin au and I really love your work and your world building. Do you have any tips on like how you put together your worlds and keep your stories together especially since you don’t necessarily write in order.

aww!! that’s so sweet! of course i can give some tips or at least try to haha

i usually have a basis of what i want the au to revolve around like a few key points that i build off of from there. for example, the samy and will au, i knew i wanted them to be childhood best friends and i basically already had in mind how they got together and what led them to figuring out their feelings if you look back at the au timeline and background post. i try to keep that pretty simple and broad so i have room to expand it out.

a lot of what i write comes from what people want me to write and then i kind of expand on it from there! i didn’t know i was gonna make a wonder years series in the samy and will au, it just kind of came to me and i’ve been building that part of the au off based off of what i established in the beginning of samy and will.

for like the main imagines, i usually try to follow that closely with the real life timeline going on rn and then whatever people request. the blurbs are more for jumping back and forth between the past and the future and expanding those out more if that makes sense? so like basically don’t try to think too hard about the history of the characters yet and just kind of let that play out as you write the present moments at first.

i also just try to remember what i write about so when i write something new it doesn’t conflict with what i’ve already established in the au (which means rereading and looking back on my work a lot LOL)

honestly it’s all up to you! i love world building and i’ve found that i (and all the anons who send in requests) come up with really great ideas as the story progresses for things like the wonder years and then in the future as i write! i also try to do a little research about the actual people like will, mack, gabe, ryan, etc. so when i talk about their histories it’s still somewhat accurate to the real timeline (like ive written about mack going to shattuck when we was younger, will going to catholic school before usntdp) which just kind of pulls real life into the au and make it more like..homey and comforting i guess?

this is probably SOO much, but i hope it makes sense and it’s helpful!! my dms are also always open to chat if you wanna talk more or need anymore advice!! :)) i love writing and am always full of ideas!! (this also applies to anyone else who wants to reach out or needs tips!!) 😊😊😊

[vampire-club]

Heroes | November 6th, 1983

steve harrington x oc

(this entry contains: pining, yearning, slow burn, teen angst, unrequited love, childhood best friends, best friends, friends with benefits, sex, drugs, rock-n-roll, smoking, drinking, david bowie, vampires, potentially erotic soccer playing, dungeons, dragons, and the incurable desire to be known)

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from the diary of Sara Henderson: writer, actor, biter, striker, team player, good with kids

dedicated to her brother, Dustin, and her best friend, Steve. may they never, ever read this!

if you have made it this far, why not go the extra mile and return this diary to sara henderson? 

November 6th, 1983

Crying wolf has become second nature to me. People are inclined to believe you when you’re confident enough in what you say. Soon enough, you’ll start to believe it yourself. Most of my life revolves around playing pretend. That’s how I have to live for now. Look at me… False alarm.

Halloween was a week ago but I feel like I’ve been hit by an aftershock. No amount of aspirin is soothing the pounding in my head. It makes the 20 steps from the front door to my car feel like a mile. Can you be hungover for a week? I’m probably just devastatingly tired. Maybe I should find time in my schedule for a moment to breathe. Do I have enough time between my cigarette at lunch and study hall? 

Tonight, I drive slower and play music quieter than usual through the neighborhood, attempting to get the most out of my alone time. It’s a short drive, only time for one song each way. I pick on the way there, Dustin decides on the way back. Unfortunately for him, I’ve rigged this system by only bringing one tape in the car. So for now, Modern Love is on as loud as I can handle. I’ve been replaying this tape since I got it as a very belated birthday gift. I’m sure Dustin is getting tired of it. He doesn’t like Bowie as much as I do. He says no one does. That’s why Steve got me the cassette. As long as he has known me, he has known David Bowie. It used to be that I was forcing it onto him, but he’s come to enjoy it. Well… when he’s not too busy. 

I could probably do this drive blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. The Wheeler’s don’t live far from us. If Dustin isn’t at home or school, he’s in that basement with his friends. I’ve been there a million times. Mom insists that if it’s too late, I have to pick Dustin up. I don’t mind it, but her overprotection of him has been cast onto me. 

When I pull up to the house, the sprinklers are on in the front yard, splashing my car. The boys are heading into the garage as I park at the bottom of the driveway. They’re talking loud enough for me to hear as I roll down my window.

“There’s something wrong with your sister” Dustin proclaims as blunt as ever. Have I influenced him enough yet?

“What are you talking about?” Mike responds. 

“She’s got a stick up her butt” I’m not sure if they haven’t noticed me or if they just don’t care. They're in their own world as usual.

“Yeah. It’s because she’s been dating that douchebag Steve Harrington.” Lucas chimes in. I can’t help but laugh. He’s not wrong, but what does he know about Steve?

“Yep, she’s turning into a real jerk.” Dustin says before Mike cuts in. 

“She’s always been a real jerk. You know, your sister is actually cool.” They turn to me. They did notice.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” He jokes as I get out of the car. 

“Ouch, Dustin.” I feign offense and the boys laugh. 

They all hop on their bikes, ready to head home. 

“Goodnight.” I wave to them as I open my trunk for Dustin’s bike as he heads down to the car.

“I’m actually gonna ride home. I wanna race Will there. Winner gets a comic.” He turns to his friend.

“Any comic?” Will's eyes lit up at Dustin's offer.

“Don’t make me the bad guy.” I’m only half joking.

“Sorry.” He shrugs.

“It’s late and it’s freezing. I’ll drive Will home too.” Will turns to Dustin at my offer, seemingly indifferent. He’s always been one to follow his friends' lead. Not in a bad way, it’s endearing.

“Now that my honor and a comic are on the line? No way.” He protests and, hesitantly, I oblige.

“Fine. Just don’t complain when you get home.” I get back into the car. “And don’t tell mom that I let you do this.” 

“Yeah, alright.” The two start to ride off.

“See you soon. Goodnight, Will.” I wave to them as they speed off. Will gives a small wave before taking off far past Dustin. Oh well, this just means another moment alone. The garage lights flicker as I start to drive off. My music starts to crackle before resuming as normal.

I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder

Saw the stars crashing

I only see Dustin and Will again once they reach the house. Will continues on after defeating Dustin. 

“What’d you lose?” I ask as I open the garage.

“My X-Men 134” There’s a defeated tone to his voice.

“Bummer.” I softly nudged him into the house. I head straight to the kitchen. 

 “Did you eat?” He nods. I offer him a bucket of popcorn.

“Well I brought this from work if you want any” 

“Thanks.” He dips into the bucket and takes a handful. We’ve been quieter with each other lately. No fault on either of our parts. I just think there are things we want to keep to ourselves now. I grab a Coke from the fridge and cut the almost awkward silence.

“I was thinking about watching a movie, if you’re interested.”

He thinks for a moment, genuinely. “I would… but I have homework.” 

“Excellent point my dear scholar. You’d better get to it.” I respond, nudging him.

“One night this week for sure.” He promises, I nod.

“Maybe even at the theater. Employee perks.” 

“Roger that.” With that, he disappears into this room. 

Another event for my never ending schedule. Movies with Dustin. Probably after soccer practice, but before I call Steve, hoping he answers. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s that time now. I lock up the house and turn the lights out. The phone that sits on my desk waits for my inevitable return to dial my most frequently called number. It’s like the flip of a coin if he will answer or not. Heads: he answers. Tails: he’s making out with Nancy Wheeler. The line rings, once… twice…

“Hello.” Heads!

“Second ring? You must have been waiting for someone to call.” I tease.

“I wasn’t. I was just near the phone.”

“Mhm. Well we have that History project this week. I’ll give you a copy of my notes tomorrow.” He groans. Not exactly the academic type like myself or Dustin.

“You just have to look them over, maybe make some revisions, give me some input.”

“Yeah, fine. I got it.” 

“Good… You were totally waiting for Nancy to call.” I laugh.

“Shut up.”

“You’re welcome by the way. Couldn’t have done it without me. My charm. My connections.”

“Connections? Yeah, your brother being friends with her brother isn’t exactly impressive.”

 “You are impossible.” 

“Well look where I learned it.”

“Then I guess I am a damn good teacher.” He laughs. Finally, I haven’t heard him laugh much recently. This is the most fruitful conversation in weeks, and that isn’t saying much. I make fun of him, he makes fun of me. We know we’re joking and life goes on. Whatever keeps it from being awkward. I’m only occasionally known for my ego, but I think he needs me. Neither of us will ever admit it, but we rely on each other. 

“Alright, Striker. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“You never know.”

“Goodnight.” He insists.

“Goodnight, Steve.” Setting down the phone, I always make sure to be the one to hang up. Some sort of habit or instinct I guess. 

Striker

I guess if I said I’d have the notes tomorrow, I should finish the notes. Light a candle, put on some music, and write.

wait a minute, baby

stay with me awhile

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

Good Morning council it’s been a while

@xerith-42 @gonedreaminggg @cinnamontoastcroonch

I wanted to talk more specifically about what happens to certain SK characters after Shad’s eventual death, as well as the difference between premature and full shadow knights. i never really got around to this so i figured now is as good a time as any.

Ok first and foremost, full SKs:

I know some of you had liked the idea of full SKs dropping dead once and for all after Shad’s death, and at first I did too. But then I got to thinking. Technically speaking, they’d already earned their immortality. Yes the rest of their SK abilities were lost, but I like to think they remain immortal, a final gift of sorts from Shad due to their loyalty. Only issues? Well first off, they’re immortal, not invisible. They can still die, they just don’t age. Second, unlike PMSKs, they don’t have half a soul. They have no soul. They’re essentially walking husks of their former selves. They’re basically zombies, wandering the earth aimlessly, with one goal. Finishing their task. For most, like Gene, their task is fulfilling Shad’s wishes. Ie, killing Aphmau and her gang. So, if you were to approach them they’d be extremely aggressive, even if you had nothing to do with Aphmau. These guys would eventually need to be rounded up, they’re too dangerous to be left alone.

As for the few full SKs that weren’t loyal to Shad, (Vincent, Zenix, and Sasha) they’d also be husks, but they’d be non violent (Zenix… for the most part). I’m sure the Phoenix Alliance would probably try to find a cure for them, though I’m sure that’s unlikely.

Then we have the 2 PMSKs that actually died and were resurrected, Vylad and my oc Eseryt (i’m counting her bc she’s canon is my rewrite). Now the only reason they aren’t walking husks is because they never gained their immortality and thus still have the other half of their souls. Only thing is, half a soul has a tough time piloting a body alone. And so, they remain motionless and cold. Not dead, but comatose. Though they’re minds are very aware, moving a million miles a minute, panicking probably. They can very faintly hear and feel the things around them, but it’s muffled and far away. Eventually Eseryt is awoken by being given Kul’Zak’s relic (i’m sorry it’s not vylad 😬), the reason this works is because A) Eseryt is Kul’Zak’s incarnation and B) that relic contained a fragment of Zak’s soul, which was then bestowed upon Es. She’s awake, but less of herself, though not much less of a person, she now has more soul than most SKs.

Now Vylad is different. In order to wake him they needed to travel to the Yggdrasil Forest and convince the elder and council to left them have a sapling. This was very hard to do. The only real reason they eventually gave in was because these people had just vanquished the one thing that was a threat to all of them. Anyway, a ritual is preformed and Vylad awakens, also less of himself. He goes on to live a semi normal life, but one night while in a bout of sleeplessness, he unknowingly admits to Garroth that he wishes they wouldn’t have wasted the sapling on him and that he wished they would’ve just killed him. This absolutely shatters Garroth.

And on that cheery note! Laurance!

Now Laury is different. Not only was he premature, but he also never actually died. He was just transformed. Meaning, his body never needed to be resurrected. In the beginning he falls unconscious just like the others, but eventually he wakes up on his own. Though it is a slow process, taking weeks maybe even months for him to get back on his feet. When he first wakes he doesn’t know what’s happening. He’s feverish and scared and barely conscious. Eventually the fever leaves him and he’s left feeling like less of himself. More numb than usual. And he has to come to terms with the fact that he can hardly see or walk, that he’ll never guard again, and that his closest friends the past couple of years are both on their deathbeds and no one knows how to save them (he wakes up quite a bit before vylad and es). His only solis is that he’s finally with Aph and Garroth again, and he can finally meet his daughter.

I’m sorry that was a lot but I had to finally get it all out

thoughts? prayers perhaps?

[generalallxsanjishipper]

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Hi! Welcome.

This is Generalallxsanjishipper's blog

(A long ass nick, I know.)

*stares at the (not many) but 100% "Yes" votes that was in the poll* (How the hell am I supposed to introduce myself? I have no idea, but okay, whatever—)

Killian here! It's not my real name, but it's my art name. I can be called Isa or Bibi as well. My real name is Barbara.

I'm from Italy and I'm a 2001 girl, She/her pronouns, bisexual, introverted, Virgo (too much of a perfectionist sometimes. Ops)

I am a Writer, a Screenwriter and an Artist. I even went to an art school, but the only thing that I learned there is anxiety. Yey.

I love reading. Like tons of books, but for whatever reason I stopped entirely reading books written in Italian and now I'm constantly binge-reading english stuff.

As a Writer, I create tons of Own Characters, yes. I have honestly so many OCs that it's hard to keep track of them between Original Works and Fanfiction. I have to admit that I never wrote as much fanfiction as I'm doing during those last years, mostly for bad experience with criticism in my first fics. But apparently I got over it after randomly starting to write little One Shots of a few different fandoms. It excalated, now.

To read my stuff, you can find me in AO3, Efp and Wattpad under Killian44peeta's nickname. Even as an Artist, you can find me with that nickname on Instagram. I DO NOT have TikTok and I DO NOT intend to have it. If I change my mind, it's gonna rain for months lol.

I have many, many fandoms.

Listing them all is impossible, but my obsessions usually stuck the most when I have a "main crush" in said fandom. If not, they are fleeting at best... And usually the same main crush is the one that I ship with most people (Not always though).

Yep. I'm a multishipper, pro LGBTQ+ and I love polyamorous relationships.

When I hate a ship, I just hate it. No matter how hard you try to change my mind. Still, I'm of the "live and let live policy" because, damn, ship wars are boring and if you dislike something, YOU BLOODY IGNORE IT.

YOU DO NOT STUPIDLY FIGHT SOMEONE AND SAY TO THEM TO K*LL THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY DO NOT SHIP YOUR PAIRING. THOSE PEOPLE YOU SHIP DO NOT EXIST. THEY ARE JUST A WRITER'S FANTASY. NO NEED TO BE SO STUPIDLY CHILDISH. JUST CALM DOWN.

*takes a deep breath*

Thanks.

A few examples of my main crushes:

Animated ones first.

Sanji, Corazon, Reiju and Vivi (One Piece), Douxie (Tales of Arcadia), Zuko (Avatar), Mika (Owari No Seraph), Levi, Jean and Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin), Akashi and Kise(Kuroko no basket), Gwen (Total Drama), Megara (Hercules), Dark Bloom (Winx Club), Hijikata (Gintama), Hyoga, Eden, every Virgo Saint ever except Shun (Saint Seiya+), Shiro and Pidge (Voltron), Lust and Roy(Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood)

Not animated crushes (directly the person, not the role, because if not the list would be sooo much longer, ok)

Daniel Sharman, Danielle Campbell, Colin O'donoghue, Richard Armitage, Ian Somerhalder, Josh Hutcherson, Zoe Kravitz, Tom Ellis, Hayden Christensen, Bridgette Mendler

(am I forgetting someone? Probably. Sorry)

Welp. I dunno what else to say. Hope you have fun inside my blog? If you wanna be friends (chat here, on Discord, WhatsApp... ) and ask questions I'm okay with it? If you wanna talk with me about (my, yours) stories, I'm DEFINITELY okay with it.

:D I love to rant about fanfictions and original works. I love ranting about ocs and headcanon about characters. Yes.

(do not kill me if I don’t answer immediately, I have a life/I need time to draw/I need time to write)

Bye.

-Killian

[damnedrainbows]

RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

I do not do passcodes. For some reason they make me…severely anxious and I don’t know why. If we rp, I’ve read your rules, rest assured. If you really really depend on a passcode…well, we probably won’t be rping then. ;-; sorry.

I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

I’m a very sweet twenty two four old that loves to talk to people. Talk to me any time about my muse, about anything! Feel free to approach me just to talk in general. I really love people! We don’t have to rp to be friends.

And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

[brynnterpretations]

Helloo! Thank you for writing all these, I see you’re taking The Boys ship requests so I’d like to request one with my oc if you’re up to it? Sorry if you got this ask before I don’t think it sent.

His name is Barry Bixio, bisexual, cis male, 5ft6, 30, his alias to The Boys is Guy. Hes a supe who has the power to have and not have a corporeal body at will, but when hes disappeared, he can still talk, touch and make things move, he usually still ‘wears’ clothes like a controlling a puppet. He’s usually dressed business casual with a teardrop fedora, jacket, gloves and such. His human form has brown hair, tan skin, and a baby face. He ages slower due to his power usage, so he’s physically about 20 (my faceclaim for him is ralph macchio in naked in New York). He’s got a heavy Boston accent as well. Barry’s personality is pretty irritating, he’s cautious of being close to anyone but he’s a prankster, loves to joke, and his sense of humor is offensive. He’s says he’s not a bigot, but he really doesn’t like superheroes and seems to be a bit of a misogynist. He’s either casual or making light of everything, he’s rarely serious, but when he gets angry he can’t handle it and will lash out by getting too personal with his insults. He doesn’t care about what he says, he’s never had a real friend before so he’s new to the whole ‘making friends and keeping them’. He has big trust issues, so if he reveals his human form to you and his real name, it’s a huge deal and it means he really values and likes you, he’s constantly invisible due to deep down fear of others. Barry loves action and heartwarming movies, his favorite is Rocky. He also loves classic rock, opera and classical music. Barrys favorite food is nyc style pizza. Barry’s love language is touch, so if he were to have a partner, he’d reluctantly always initiate cuddling (like a cat) or cling to them, he’s embarrassed by it. He can actually cry easier than expected in his human form when it comes to cheesy movies about love/family and traumatic flashbacks, he hates letting anyone see, but if he lets his partner see, then it’s a huge sign of trust. Barrys favorite color is blue. He claims to be a dog guy but is actually a cat person. His toxic masculinity gets in the way of him enjoying a lot of things. Barry’s hobbies outside of trying to take down Vought is birdwatching, sketching, and writing poems, though he hates people knowing since he thinks those are “sissy”. Barry’s pet peeves are righteous people, stupid people, naive people, he doesn’t like humans or supes in general.

Barrys past is that he was sold by his parents and tested on by Vought, but didn’t like that and left at 13, just leaving by his own will after going ghost and phasing through the walls. Hes been on the run and alone from Vought since and has changed identities multiple times, he could just easily evade them by literally disappearing, but he sticks around and keeps trying to expose the hero industry and Vought for the frauds they are. Whereas other supes have been radicalized to hate humans due to their treatment, he blames Vought more and he says he recognizes how they create monsters. Barry can use his powers to get all the dirt he wants and he makes it his life mission to play with all heroes and Vought like a cat and mouse, he could burn everything to the ground, but he strings everyone along for the fun of it, he kinda just wants to watch the world burn. Barry has no experience with love and sexual pleasure, and he has sooo many foods he hasn’t tried due to not having a stomach most the time, a lot of things are foreign to him.

I originally shipped him with homelander butttt I wanna see who you ship him with, it can be with whoever, I’m curious 👀, thank you

I think your ask got eaten, so thank you for sending it again! This is such a thoughtful, well-written OC and I would love to read or see anything you make of him.

I ship Barry with...

John (Homelander) ♡

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So, I was dead-set on only doing ships for the coup... until you brought me Barry. Realistically, I do not think the boys would fuck with Barry — they'd be able to co-exist with him, sure, but romantically, none of them would match up with the dude.

Homelander, however, is made of damage, and Barry is, too, which would provide for a very tumultuous, love-hate, delightfully fucked-up relationship.

So, for starters, which is probably the most obvious: the two would not get along with each other. I could see Guy being on a mission separate of the coup to disempower Vought, and despite being the strongest Supe, Homelander would not be able to catch him — as Homelander is someone who brute-forces his way through everything, Guy's abilities would put a block in that route.

Quickly, that turns into a game of cat-and-mouse between the two of them. As shown in his relationship with Butcher (and as opposed to in his relationship with wee Hughie) Homelander does find a lot of fun in back-and-forth battles between "worthy" opponents... akin to playing with his food.

Despite his public persona and need to both appear and be invulnerable, Homelander would be rather enthralled by the challenge — while he knows that Guy is capable, he doesn't think he's that capable, instead just something to fill the time with. And, too, an attractive one, at that. Bro's good-looking, what can he say?

After consistently crossing paths, whether it be Guy going against Vought or the coup, they'd likely have a lot of conversations, with one including an intimate — I mean, as intimate as there can be with Homes — where Guy lets his guard down a smidgen after his corporeal body got absolutely fucked during a mission.

Homelander doesn't feel empathy for him, but he certainly feels... something. The guy is used to just assuming everyone — yes, even Supes — are one-dimensional, and seeing that rare moment of vulnerability does something for the guy (the guy Homelander, I mean, not the guy-Guy). As much as he wants to be the one protected, he wants people to feel somewhat protected by him, even if he only ever ends up using it against them later.

There would end up being a lot of violent sexual tension — like, spitting blood into face, bandaging wounds, if you catch my drift — that I wouldn't see being resolved very quickly due to Homelander being... Homelander. When it does get resolved, though, imagine Stormfront-level fucking. Everywhere. And it would be bloody, too.

And that brings us to Guy's lack of experience; quite honestly, Homelander is thrilled (he's a possessive guy), but he does not respect it, at all. He constantly teases him about his lack of experience, calling him a pussy, making derogatory comments... so, you know, not in the cute way, but in the outright mean Homie way. The guy's a dick.

He's not a stereotypical homophobe — he doesn't openly oppose gay marriage, doesn't go out on the streets screaming slurs, doesn't really care that all — but he certainly is one, I'd say. Homes is someone who deeply cares about his image, and as America's golden boy, him being openly gay would decimate a large chunk of his demographic's love and admiration for him.

You know that André Gide quote that goes something like, "it's better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not"? That is not Homelander. That is the opposite of Homelander. That is everything Homelander is not.

So, because of that, it would take a while for Homelander to really process that he held any sort of fondness towards Barry (no matter how miniscule, because, let's be real, it's Homelander), plus... there would be a ton of threatening for Barry to keep their relationship a secret, even if he was able to pass as an ally to Vought.

Additionally, Homelander never thought of himself as someone who was "gay", and would remind Barry of that constantly, especially to disparage and put down Barry. To Homes, gay is Rupaul, sweater vests, baking, and Beyoncé. Yeah, he may stick his dick in an ass, or get a dick stuck in his ass (#switchhomelandertruther), but that doesn't mean anything. Nope. Not at all.

When it breaks through to Homelander that, shit, he actually does like Barry, he wouldn't call him his boyfriend or anything cute — he'd probably just stick to something formal, like partner, or... um... interesting pet names, like "champ", "sport", and "buddy".

He's very weird.

Homelander being very much in-the-closet wouldn't mean he wouldn't want to show him off, because he still wants to mark Barry as his property. As far as Homelander's concerned, he owns the guy, even if he puts up a fight and challenges him. Whether it's in photos of Homelander fighting him, or a rare moment where Vought puts a "teaming up against evil!" spin on whatever's happening, there's always a very possessive lean to it.

Arguments between the two would often happen, and by God, they would get nasty. Barry's an intuitive guy, and I doubt it would take very long for him to pick up on his insecurities and overall issues. In turn, Homelander would threaten the dude's life, pull out the laser eyes, everything... but, honestly, I still see Barry having the upper hand in all of these arguments. Even if Homelander's the most powerful man alive physically, he's a mentally fragile man, and the fact that Barry is A) someone he cares about and B) says things that are undeniable truths would be extremely disarming.

Does that mean Homelander would be totally incapable of killing him? No, we know what happened to Stillwell. However, it would be very, very difficult, and a lot would have to happen to push Homelander to that point.

I will say, it isn't all bad, though.

The dates range from very fancy (like five-star Michelin meals and vintage Italian wine delivered to his penthouse) to casual (just movies, delivery pizza, and him in his very, very rare hoodie-and-hat combo) but they're still... nice. Honestly, they're even pleasant, and probably the nicest that Homes has ever been.

There are some fucked up, borderline threatening dates in there when Barry doesn't "know his place" though, too. Once, when Barry had messed with Vought in a way, there had been a room-service date that seemed like it was going to end in a bloodbath.

Homes would very, very reluctantly engage in physical affection outside wild sex as he felt more secure in the relationship, and — despite being a dick about Barry's height — would cuddle up as the little spoon.

Also would definitely share his sense of humor, but be a two-faced little shit and scold him in public if he told crass jokes. However, in private? As long as they're both in a good mood, they're a comedic duo.

And, on a kind-of (???) sweet end note: Guy is the only one Homelander has openly introduced himself as John to (although that was far into their relationship), and the only one who would allow him.

So... they're together... but at what cost for humanity? Only time will tell.

[meowzcw]

Some random bits of info about my oc A-Sans while I’m in the car 🦅 sorry it’s kind of long

He wears the same thing every single day no matter the occasion and he only changes when he has to wash his clothes (which is rarely + he immediately switches back into them once they’re washed)

He loves noise which is why he hangs around busy places to nap -He also loves napping and never misses an opportunity to sleep

He makes friends pretty easily when people actually talk to him, animals see him as scary and never approach him

As you know from his lil lore, he met Ink once and poor ink always gets that “Can you fix this and that bla bla bla” and when Ink said he couldn’t help A didn’t mind he wasn’t able to help him

More down below, don’t want this post taking up someone’s whole feed 🦐🦐

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A doesn’t blame anyone for anything, he thinks there’s always a reason behind how someone acts/thinks and he sympathizes for them. Unless they’re being crazy then he’s like “there is no hope for this one”

A usually has an eye closed because he’s too lazy to open them both at the same time

His arms never just hang, his hands go into his pockets on default and when he’s sitting they cross when they can

He wears mittens sometimes that are the same color as his coat fluff (when I don’t want to draw his hands 🔥)

Harsh weather hardly affects him due to him getting used to the horrid weather in his au

He pretty much has the freedom to wander wherever he wants au wise, his body technically isn’t real since if he were to die he’d just reset back into his au like he was supposed to. Though he only hangs around in aus with the surface available for the variety of areas.

A tries his best not to get attached to anyone due to the amount of resets in his au messing with his view of reality, he thinks he could wake up any second back there and doesn’t want to miss anyone or have someone miss him (He sucks at this though and he can’t bring himself to not get attached)

When he teleports he disappears in the blink of an eye without a sound, his magic is also unpredictable and takes him more effort to use so he hardly fights.

He has mismatched slippers. One is his original fluffy pink one full of dust, the other is a non fluffy grey one he found while he got his coat (the one he permanently borrowed)

He buried his original blue coat in a field because he felt like it had *too* much dust on it

He saw the dust on his face in a mirror once and tried scrubbing it off for a good hour or few but it only made it darker in the spots near his eyes so now he avoids mirrors

The dust got there after the wind blew a bunch on him while he was chasing after Frisk, it’s only not on the middle of his face because he wiped it off in a hurry

He pretty much completely gave up on himself and anything regarding his au, but he holds hope for everyone else. Very negative and positive at the same time

Papyrus gave up on Frisk way before him, he got so depressed he was bedridden for months at a time and Sans had to bring food up for him

He enjoys the smaller things in life, basically just relaxing since he was in a constant stress for a good 7 years until he was suddenly free from all of that. He’d be guilty about that but he drinks his sorrows away so he can’t think about anything to get sad about

I ran out of things to say plus I’m feeling sick so lmk if you have any questions or anything you wanna ask about A-Sans 🦅

[psicheanima]

Your ocs are very cool! What kinda worldbuilding is in their story also are there anymore drawings or writings you can share with us ?

Wow, haha you caught me at a good time. I just posted some information about them. The world building is really complicated, but I’ll try to wrangle key aspects. The biggest continent by far and the place the story mainly takes place on is a place called “Centrali” loosely inspired by Italy. Other continents surrounding it are each inspired by a different country or specific culture. There’s a lot of biblical references. Characters names’ depend on both the continent and village they’re from.

Think of it like a medieval fantasy where the only magic is an equivalent exchange that can only be used by witches— who dislike humanity (the ones who don’t are disliked by most witches, it’s a tight culture). Humans can make wishes to witches, but it always backfires. Most everyone knows this, the only people who makes wishes are incredibly desperate, and witches take joy in their cosmic irony.

Example: I wish I could breath underwater!

Wish granted: You are turned into a disgusting fish.

People hurt by a witchs’ “wish”, whether the wisher or someone the wish affected— are called “wishbound”. Wishbound are usually located in Centrali, because that has the highest concentration of witches, and most every other continent bans witches due to fear of them and an increasing interest in science.

Speaking of, what witches are most known for is living dolls. Back when, they would use their equivalent exchange to kill, say, a furry animal, and transplant that life force into a constructed body, and that body would then be their friend, or lover, helper, what have you. Humans really liked this and commissioned a bunch of living dolls. Most were porcelain, for high class families as live-in maids.

Eventually, witches who had mostly lived in humanity (as witches are born from flowers, they have no parents and are raised by whatever living thing is closest, human or animal) and were separated from their culture and the sanctity of life— mass produced these without care, giving them shoddy bodies and shipping them off for factory labor until they broke. Living dolls each have personalities like real people, as they have souls. A witch can create a living doll without the ability to speak. This is how prosthetics work. The ability to move and think, but not speak, so eventually the doll part will sync with the human they’re attached to.

It’s illegal to create living dolls now, but plenty of underground operations exist. Living dolls are looked down upon, and having equal rights in name only, they mostly live in villages composed only of their own species.

I hope that explains…. A lot? Haha. It’s a lot of exposition, and I guess it doesn’t really matter, but these are things that get casually mentioned a lot… I have a lot of writings, but they’re out of context and strange, and I always feel weird about just posting my writing, so I want to at least refine parts into comics. Thank you for taking such an interest. It makes me really, really happy, because I didn’t share these OCs with the public before. In fact, this is the first time I’ve explained my world’s magic system. But I want to talk about what I love, and this is what I love the most.

[neowinestainedress]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒/𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: na jaemin x oc | 𝐖𝐂: 827

𝐀/𝐍: So this is the scene I forgot about. A brief summary: Hyejin dies her hair bright red to imitate Zoya’s front red streaks and Jaemin finds her crying after regretting the decision. I’m a dumb bitch for forgetting this because while I was drafting things out it was kind of an important thing to shape Hyejin’s character but well, blame it on my brain that forgets even my own name. Jaemin’s talk made it somehow and became the fight and then the balcony scene, so this was supposed to happen during those chapters. Not the best thing I've written cause duh, it's a draft that was in my notes; I fixed a few things but I didn't add many other details like I usually would since I just wanted to share it and I probably only three people will read this.

“Oh! Oh… wow,” Jaemin gasped, entering the room and seeing a bright red-head crying on the couch. 

“Don’t judge me!” Hyejin cried, sniffling and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. 

“It’s red... Your hair is... red,” he stated, tilting his head to have a better look.

Hyejin sighed, pouting, “It’s not dye, it’s just a shampoo.”

Jaemin blinked, silently asking her why she would do it anyway. It wasn’t ugly, it just wasn’t… her. 

“I wanted to try something new.”

“Then why are you crying? You look beautiful like this.”

She broke down crying, falling on the floor and Jaemin reached her quickly.

“Hey, I mean it. They suit you.” His hands rubbed circles on her arms as he tried to calm her down.  

“No, they don’t. I will never be cool like her. I will never be her,” she cried in the crook of his neck. 

“Her...?”

“Zoya.”

“Oh,” he gasped, a sad smile sitting on his face. “Why do you even wanna be like her?”

She sniffled. “Because she’s everything I’m not.” Jaemin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wiping away a tear, and she found a bit of comfort in the touch. “Because I’m bland and she’s always so interesting and I’m not even jealous I just... I wish...”

Jaemin felt his heart break. He wanted to tell her she was far from being bland. That she was so many beautiful things and he loved all of them so much. But that wasn’t his place. And the person that was occupying that space didn’t show it enough. Jaemin knew the real reason why she wanted to be Zoya, and it wasn’t her personality. 

“You don’t need to be her to be special.” 

She sobbed, shaking her head. “Yes, yes, I do. Because he never looks at me like he looks at her. I know he loves me, but it’s just not the same. I will always be his best friend, his other half, and it wouldn’t hurt so fucking much if only I didn’t spend the last 18 years of my life loving him.”

Jaemin sighed, his hands were still caressing her face. “Can I be honest?”

Hyejin hummed. 

“I can see how much you love him, and I know he loves you too, but I think... I think you’re both attached to the past. You clearly love a version of him that is not there anymore. It’s like you mourn the past years and what you two used to do together, and I’m not a therapist, but I feel like it’s because even if he didn’t love you like you wanted, he loved you more deeply. Now you’re something you two are, mmh... maybe not meant to be, and it’s breaking you apart.”

“I don’t love an old version of him. I love him for who he is,” Hyejin retorted. 

“You sure do, but who he is now, doesn’t match with you romantically.”

She scoffed, pulling away from his touch. 

Jaemin hated seeing her react like that but still tried to keep the conversation going. “Was he so distant when you two were friends? Like physically distant.”

She was about to say something, saying he never liked physical contact but when she stopped thinking for a while, she realized a painful truth, yet, she denied it. “No... But he never liked it as I do. We have different ways of showing love.”

“Yet it didn’t bother him back then? Am I right?”

“We weren’t dating, we weren’t...” she stopped, holding back a moan before whispering the last words, “so close.”

Jaemin hummed, daring to hold her hand again. “Am I wrong or you two used to do everything together?”

“We still do.”

Jaemin raised a brow. “Do you?” 

She huffed, turning around and giving him her back.

“Listen, I don’t want to annoy you but if you have to be like another woman to keep your man, maybe, just maybe, the relationship is not as perfect as you want it to be.”

“He never asked me to be like her.”

“I know. And I also know that he cares about you two in two different ways. And I know that you are enough for him, even when he acts with no care, he would never change you for anything. I’m just telling you that the problem is somewhere else... and I don’t want it to break your heart. You’ve spent your entire life running after him, and you can risk losing a lover and a friend at the same time.”

She timidly faced him again, more to seek some kind of comfort in his body, something his words weren’t giving her. “Why would I lose him? You want me to break up with him? Or are you saying he will break up with me?”

Jaemin sighed, pressing his lips together. “He won’t break up with you.”

“And how do you know it?” 

“Because he’s more blind than you.”

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[pdalicedraws]

Hi :3 for the ask game

🟦-OCs? (Show if you want)? ⬜-Favorite part about drawing (and least favorite)?

Thanks for asking!! I’m gonna do these in the opposite order so the one with pics is second lmao

⬜-Favorite part about drawing (and least favorite)? I actually really enjoy inking! I know a lot of people hate it, but for me it’s like… the place where my messy, incoherent sketches turn into a picture. I hate trying to make vehicles and buildings make sense, though; there’s a couple of those coming up in the next few pages of my comic and good lord. Augh. Guh.

🟦-OCs? (Show if you want)? So the weird thing is that I have a lot of OCs, but almost never post them? Part of it is that I’m also a writer, and many of my characters are from things that hopefully I’ll be able to publish someday under my IRL name, which is an entirely separate sphere from my online life. Here’s a couple book characters with their names censored out, though:

I also play a lot of TTRPGs, usually though not always DMed by my wonderful girlfriend @poisonforpigeons, and often draw up the characters I’ve made for those:

(You get a dumb meme I made for the one who never takes off the plate mail bc I hate drawing armour, lol. And the campaign Polly was for never actually materialized but I love her so maybe I’ll find her a new home?)

And I don’t usually make OCs for established settings, but these guys are the exception— mine and my gf’s Nimona movie OCs, Cassandrius Sangster (knight) and Kandor Highfield (squire). There’s no fic or anything they just exist in us talking about them. I love them so much.

(In the movie’s universe ‘squire’ seems like a separate career track, as opposed to real knights where it’s something you are on the way to being knighted? So Kandor is Cass’s squire but isn’t trying to move out of that position.)

(The mermaid and wolf one is their Feast of Fools costumes)

(I love them)