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things i say when you sleep | chapter one

multi chapter bodhi durran x fem!oc word count: 4.9k summary: Ania crosses the Parapet into the Riders Quadrant, and finally meets with the marked children of those who got her parents and brother killed. Bodhi Durran is quick to remind her that she's marked too. tags: slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, canon typical violence, mentions of death, she falls first he falls harder, majority canon compliant, some canon deviance, eventual smut, angst with a happy ending, additional tags to be added

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Observant.

The words I had always heard used to describe myself. I spent my whole life watching, and observing those around me in their day to day. I always needed to know everything. I could never let it go if I couldn’t perfect it first. I intend to carry this strategy across the Parapet. I picked it up as a child and had no choice but to refine it after my parents and brother died at the end of the Apostasy. It’s how I survived the training that led me to this winding staircase.

I listen carefully to the conversations happening in front of and behind me, but I never engage with the chatter. I don’t care to learn the names of anybody on this staircase. Maybe I’ll care once we live to transition from candidate to cadet.

I am here because I have to be. Not because I want to be.

The shimmering relic crawling up my arm earned me a one-way ticket straight into the Riders Quadrant should I make it across the Parapet.

My heart thumps against my chest as the top comes into sight, three riders clad in all black keeping post. I keep my eyes on the stairs, taking one step at a time, my knuckles turning white from the grip I have on the straps of my rucksack.

“Next.” The rider recording names says. “Name.” He speaks quickly, with no time for niceties. He’s been here all morning watching candidates fall to their deaths. I could be next for all he knows.

“Ania Alistair,” I reply. I step around him when he nods his head.

My jaw clenches at the sight of the rider standing at the opening to the Parapet. He’s certainly grown since the last time I saw him six years ago. He’s grown into his height, his shoulders broader, his cheekbones and jawline now more prominent. He had bulked up, surely a result of being a rider. His eyes meet mine and his eyebrows raise, if only for a moment. I knew I would see him here, I just didn’t think this soon.

“Xaden,” I say his name. I am not the thirteen-year-old girl he last saw in Calldyr.

“Ani.” He replies, looking down at me as if testing the waters. “I was expecting you.”

"Don't call me that."

The day that was now known as the rebellion had ended, I had been following my older brother, Beckett, in Aretia. He had become so secretive, him and all of his friends. I wanted to know what they were and why he kept them from me.

There had never been secrets between us before, and ever since Tyrrendor had begun a secession it felt like there was a brick wall between them. Our parents had been in another fight, the fight that ended their marriage and I didn’t find it fair that he had left me behind.

Our mother didn’t agree with the Apostasy and wanted to take Beckett and I to Navarre to declare our loyalty. Her mother was a rider, how could we ever betray that? My father was Fen Riorson’s best friend and right hand man and believed that keeping us in Aretia was the safest option. He had an extremely active role in the Apostasy.

I crept behind the wall watching as Beckett engaged in a deep conversation with Xaden and his cousin Bodhi.

Fen had always said that with Xaden first in line to the throne, he was betrothed to a Poromish girl named Catriona, and Bodhi was betrothed to me because he was second in line. At a young age, I never understood why I of all people, but Beckett and Xaden always teased us about it.

“Ania, I know you’re there.” Beckett had called out. I rounded the corner with a frown and looked between him and his friends.

“Hi, little Alistair.” Xaden greeted me, turning his body away from Garrick. Bodhi gave me a small wave and I couldn't help the way my cheeks flushed.

His friends were some I had spent my entire life around. I saw them more than I saw my friends. They’d been around for as long as I can remember. Fen and Talia had held me the day I was born, a great family friend to my parents. Even Xaden, at three years old, had held me. My father eventually got caught up in whatever it was that led to the Apostasy.

“You can’t be here, Ani,” Beckett said as he approached me, lowering his voice.

“No, you don’t get it. Mom and Dad are fighting again. But it’s bad this time, Dad is packing our things. Our things. Not just his.” I lowered her voice to match his, glancing over at Xaden and Bodhi, too occupied in their conversation to overhear.

“Something is happening, you have to go home.” He said as he placed his hands on my shoulders with a firm grip. Anxiety swam in his eyes and I could almost sense it radiating off of him.

“Come with me.” I could feel the tears prickling my eyes. “I’m scared.”

He took a deep breath and then looked to Xaden and Bodhi, “I’m going to walk her home. I’ll be back in less than twenty minutes, I swear.”

“Safely.” That was all Xaden said and we were off. Beckett kept my hand in his, tugging me quickly through the streets.

I knew Navarre had not been happy with us but my parents had assured us that we were safe here. Until my mother decided otherwise, but I trusted that they’d never put us in harm’s way.

When we arrived home, our entire home looked like it had been ransacked. The bookshelves were thrown to the ground, and books were scattered across the living room. Our rooms were torn apart as well as if someone had been looking for something.

“Ani, stay behind me,” Beckett said quietly.

I gripped the back of Beckett’s tunic in my hand as we approached our parents' rooms and as he pushed the door open a scream ripped through my throat. I ran to my mother’s lifeless body on the floor ignoring Beckett’s objections. The blood that spilled from my mother’s throat seemed nonstop, covering my clothes as I sat in it, my hands covered in it as I tried to stop the bleeding.

“Beckett!” I cried out. “Please do something. Did Dad do this?”

“No.” He breathed out. “This wasn’t Dad.”

Fight or flight took over and he grabbed me by my tunic, shoving me into the closet. “You have to stay here, do you hear me? Don’t go anywhere until I come back for you. I will come back for you.”

Beckett never came back. But Navarrian infantry did.

When Xaden saw me in Calldyr for the executions of our parents, he shielded my eyes so that I didn’t have to see. He and Bodhi stood on either side of me until we were split up to go to our designated foster homes. They both fought against the guards, trying to ensure that I’d stay put with at least one of them. I wasn’t.

From that day forward, whether it was his fault or not, I blamed him for the death of Beckett. My parents too, even. My mother wanted no part in this rebellion. My father had been captured after he fled, leaving Beckett and I behind, and now had been executed right in front of me and the rest of the rebellion kids. I knew for a fact that Beckett had left me in that closet to run after Xaden and Bodhi.

I hated them all.

My shoulders twitched slightly as thunder boomed across the sky. Xaden noticed it, however. “Good luck.” Was all he could say to me.

I made it across without so much as a slip despite the downpour of rain. Once in the courtyard, I study it carefully from my place against a pillar. I have no interest in making any friends here. I’m here because I have to be, not because I want to be. I’d much rather be with the healers, like my mother. I observed the other cadets around me, taking note of who seemed to be a potential threat in size. It was hard to tell in any other way, too soon. I wasn’t terribly short, simply average. I had been lucky enough to be fostered in a home that trained specifically in hand-to-hand combat. If you count the fake sparring I used to participate in with my brother and his friends, then I’d say extra training. Though it didn’t matter the amount of training I had, that could only help so much if my opponent was bigger. I was told stories by my grandmother and in this moment I am replaying every single one in my head. It is just how she described it.

I watched and watched, observing those who came into the courtyard after crossing the Parapet.

Observing others is what got me this far. So long as I stayed quiet and didn’t make any enemies, I could make it Threshing and bond. I just need to remain unseen.

After being placed into Second Squad, Flame Section, Second Wing, I once again took note of those around me. My new squamates. Most notable was the petite girl with silver hair, to who I caught on quickly was Violet fucking Sorrengail. The girl’s mother oversaw my father’s execution and probably had a hand in my mother’s too. If that wasn’t bad enough, my squad ended up being moved into Xaden’s wing.

My bed unfortunately was positioned right next to my squadmate, Rhiannon, who was placed next to Violet. The two already seemed acquainted before they even crossed the Parapet, but I didn’t bother asking how they knew each other. I opened my journal, leaning against the flimsy headboard, and began writing about my first day in the quadrant.

“Hi,” Rhiannon says, though I’m not sure if she’s talking to me. “I’m Rhiannon. You can call me Rhi. We haven’t officially met yet.”

With a small sigh, I shut my journal and turn to face Rhiannon, “I’m Ania.” Don’t make enemies.

“This is Violet.” She gestures to Violet who sits on the edge of her bed.

“I’m Violet.” She offers a short wave.

I hum in response and then turn back to my journal, drawing out one of the dragons I had seen today. Gods, they were incredible.

“I just figured you know, we’re in the same squad, so we’ll be spending a lot of time together. We should get acquainted.”

“Consider us acquainted,” I say in the nicest way possible. I can see out of the corner of my eye the shared look between the two girls, but I keep a snide remark to myself.

After morning formation the next day, I quickly decided that while maybe attractive, my squad leader Dain Aetos was particularly annoying. As I watch from my place back one and to the left, it's easy to catch on that Dain and Violet have a history. The sort of history I couldn’t quite figure out, but with a few more interactions I could pin it.

As the Second Squad made our way into Battle Brief, I felt someone reaching for my wrist. I’d done so good at keeping my relic covered, I don’t think anyone even suspected I was what they call a Marked one. My defenses automatically up, I turn on my heel, shoving my forearm into the person’s throat, using my weight to shove them against the pillar.

“Not bad, Ani,” Xaden says, gently removing my arm from his throat. "I taught you well."

“Don’t sneak up on me like that. And don't fucking call me that.” I snap, as I take a step back. "You didn't teach me anything."

“Tell me, why is it you’re so jumpy? You’re not hiding something are you?” He glances down at my covered arm. “It’s July, why are you wearing long sleeves?”

“None of your business,” I reply, tugging my sleeves down over my hands.

“I understand you’re not fond of me, but regardless, I’m in your corner whether you like it or not. I can help you here.” Xaden’s voice lowers.

With a glance around, I catch Violet staring, but she quickly averts her gaze when she realizes she’s been caught. “I don’t need your help, Xaden. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“I’m your wingleader, though I doubt you need reminding. We grew up together, Ania, so trust that you will be watched over.” Xaden takes a step forward. “There’s no date set in stone, but you’ll be meeting with me and the other Marked ones in the woods-“

“I’m sorry?” I practically fume.

“I’m speaking, Ania.” He snaps and I almost flinch. I’ve only ever seen him angry once in my life and I have no intention of seeing it again. “Just do me a favor and try not to be a pain in my ass.”

We certainly are not kids in Aretia anymore.

Without another word, he stalks off and I have half the decency to not flip him off behind his back. He didn’t even finish his conversation which pisses me off even more as I follow the rest of my squad into Battle Brief. Who the hell does he think he is? Grabbing my wrist and demanding I meet him and the other Marked ones. And for what exactly? I haven’t seen him in six years and he was hardly the boy I remembered. If I can just keep my distance from him and the rest of the Marked ones, I will be just fine.

Battle Brief was hardly anything I found interesting. I simply took notes, didn’t ask any questions, and observed. I paid attention to who paid attention, Violet Sorrengail was annoyingly one of those people. Of course, the girl was smart. Ridoc Gamlyn was a class clown, who I kind of hate to admit was actually really funny.

I had always accelerated in school, far more than anyone in my class. It was something I prided myself on, something my parents were proud of too. I remember the days when Beckett, Xaden, and Bodhi would ask me questions as if I were some sort of lexicon just to see if I knew the answer. I always loved knowing more than others. I met my match in Violet Sorrengail.

I sat next to Rhiannon and Violet (unfortunately) when it came time for assessment in the sparring gym. I didn’t feel any special sort of way about it, I’d either get my ass handed to me or I would take the victory. Something in me told me that I’d come out on top as I watched the other first-years spar. I had a particular skill when it came to hand-to-hand thanks to my foster home.

I can’t help but eavesdrop on Rhiannon and Violet’s conversation taking place next to me. As much as I want to hate Violet, just like the rest of the first years, she and Rhiannon both seemed to have good heads on their shoulders. They were nice which was hard to come by at Basgiath. You’d think these two had known each other for years the way they acted, but I was struck with surprise to find out that they had only met before crossing the Parapet. It had always been hard for me to make friends and maybe that was my own fault, my own incessant need to exclude myself. Things now remained how they always had been.

I begin short-handing into my notebook quickly as I watch Ridoc and Aurelia spar, recording each of their fighting habits. I’d done so for every person who stepped on the mat, mentally tucking their patterns into a drawer in my head to use the day I had to spar with one of them.

“What are you doing?” Rhiannon asks, turning her head to look at me. Ever so nosy.

“It’s assessment day,” I say, my eyes not leaving Ridoc and Aurelia on the mat, despite my hand rapidly scribbling into my notebook. Gods, I can’t wait for the day I hold lesser magic, I can stop using these annoying quills. “I’m assessing.”

“That looks like chicken scratch,” Violet says leaning over Rhiannon to look at my handwriting. She wasn’t wrong. I had to write quickly to keep up with what was happening in front of me, so words were cut short, often abbreviated to one letter or number. The only legible thing was the title at the top of the page, Ridoc & Aurelie next to today’s date.

I slam my notebook shut and pull it close to my chest, “Well, it’s not for you to read. Do you two know anything about privacy?”

“I was just curious.” Rhiannon shrugs before getting called to the mat to spar with another first-year in our squad, Tynan, after Aurelia had her tooth knocked out. Just after Jack Barlow snapped a kid’s neck. Avoid him at all costs.

I can feel Violet’s hesitation before she moves closer to me. “I think that’s a pretty neat way of keeping track of-“ She stops at my side eye, “It’s strategy. I get it.”

I take a deep breath, debating on if I wish to reply to her. If I do, she’ll know that I’m just as smart as she is. “When I was in training, my instructor taught me that each move gets a number or letter.” I open my notebook and allow Violet to take a look. We both turn to Rhiannon as I write quickly. “One, one, two, five, four, three, five, six.” That was the combo she just threw. At least that’s what I was taught, it may be different here.”

“That’s… really smart actually.” Violet’s brows furrowed as she read over the notes I had taken for the day. “Where did you train exactly?”

“That’s none of your business.” I close my notebook and shove it into my bag, along with the pesky quill and topped ink pot.

“Too personal. Got it.” Violet turns her focus back to Rhiannon and doesn’t try talking to me again.

“You.” Emetterio says with a finger pointed at me, “And Cadet Hollis.”

I stand from the bench and step onto the edge of the mat rolling my shoulders.

“Good luck,” Rhiannon says as she takes my seat on the bench. “She’s a second year.”

That’s hardly a problem. I ignore her and take my place in the center of the mat and take a deep breath, drowning out everyone standing around the mat. I just need to track her fighting patterns and then counter them. Simple. I can do that.

Cadet Hollis, who I believe is named Quinn, joins me in the center of the mat and takes her fighting stance. I step my right foot backward and raise my hands, ensuring my face is blocked.

She moves first, taking a series of swings and kicks at me to which I slip each one much to her surprise. I track her pattern, it’s all the same, all within such a short spur of time. One, one two three, two. That’s a common pattern she follows, one of the first I learned, when she’s not trying to get her hands on me. When she takes another step with her left foot and I’m sure she’s gonna do the same thing, I slip her first throw and swing a rear hook directly into her jaw causing her to stumble backwards.

“I know what you are, Ania,” Quinn says as she bounces on the balls of her feet closer to me. Her voice is low, just loud enough for me to hear it. “They’ll all know it too. Stop hiding it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I seethe through clenched teeth as she unsheathes a dagger. I unsheathe mine too, the only one I brought with me. If she wants a knife fight, then she’ll get one.

“It’s July. You’re the only one wearing long sleeves.” My brows furrow. Xaden must’ve talked to her about me. She lunges towards me and I sidestep enough to dodge a deeper cut than what she gives me. I hiss through my teeth but I don’t give her the satisfaction of hearing me scream in pain. I feel the blood trickling down my arm as I clench my dagger so tightly that my knuckles turn white. “Why is that Cadet Alistair.” It’s not a question.

"Alistair?" I hear the whispers on the side of the mat but I force them out.

She lunges again but I’m ready. My arms wrap around her waist as I slip under her swing. I’m behind her now, my hands wrapped around hers above her head as she tries to fight my grip. I manage to pry her fingers from around her dagger, knocking it to the floor and before she can reach for another, I drop the one in my hand and catch it under her arm. I slam the hilt into her ribs eliciting a scream from her. I kick her in the back of her knees and she falls to the ground. I give her too much grace, thinking she’ll yield but she kicks her leg directly back, connecting with my kneecap. I fall to the ground and she’s on top of me in a second, both of us rolling around for dominance. I fall onto my back finally with Quinn in a headlock.

“Yield,” I say, but it barely comes out above a breath. I know for a fact she hears me.

“Stop. Hiding.” She strains to reply.

She raises a hand and for a moment I think she might be tapping out. Instead, her fingers dig into the slit on my tunic from her earlier cut and directly into the gash where she drew blood. I cry out as I feel the skin at the edges of my wound splitting wider, but I refuse to let go and so does she. She pulls down with her fingers and my sleeve rips completely off. I hear the gasp from my squamates and I realize Quinn’s intention. I roll over and release, her, standing to my feet quickly, my relic now on full display. I stand over her and grab her shoulder forcing her to roll over, my feet on both sides of her ribs. I grab her collar into my fist and lift her back off the mat, making sure she’s making eye contact with me before I punch her directly in the nose, hard enough that I hear the bone crack.

“Ruthless.” I hear Ridoc whisper.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” I hear Violet say.

“I yield,” I say through a heavy breath as I release Quinn’s collar, shoving her back into the mat.

I don’t bother to look at any of my squamates, not caring to see the shock on their faces as I exit the gym and head to the healers.

I knew I couldn’t hide this Gods forsaken relic forever, but more than a day would’ve been nice. I can still remain unseen and keep to myself. I can still avoid creating enemies.

I can hardly bare the idea of returning to the shared dormitory and find myself sitting in the courtyard against one of the pillars. It's past curfew but I hardly find it in me to care. I just need a breather after today.

My first day here didn't exactly go as planned but I will prevail and move forward. It's impossible to survive here without the thickest of skin. I need to focus on what I can control. What I can control is that I earned a victory today at the assessment against a second year.

Ruthless. That is what Ridoc had called me. I hope that reputation doesn't stick.

I take a deep breath and look up at the night sky. Gray clouds scatter the sky and the stars look so bright. It reminds me of-

"They're not as bright here as they are from the roof of Riorson House." I don't have time to finish the thought. I go to stand, expecting Xaden to come out of the shadows. "It's past curfew."

"Bodhi," I say from the awkward crouching position I'm in.

"It's fine." He says before he sits next to me. He has the decency to leave some space in between us as he looks up at the stars. "I won't tell the wingleader."

I take the moment of silence to truly look at him. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen him since becoming a cadet, though I can't complain because I made it a top priority. I still associate him and his cousin with Beckett's death. The last time I'd seen him he was an awkward fifteen-year-old still growing into himself. I hate to admit but he was much more handsome now. He still has that familiar warmth and softness to him. His dark curls are much more tame than they had been when we were teenagers, his brown skin now clear from any blemishes. He was... beautiful. Younger me wouldn't mind the silly idea of being "betrothed" to him.

"I'm glad you made it, Ani." He says quietly. I don't correct him.

"I didn't have a choice, did I?" I roll my eyes tugging at the grass sprouting through the cracks in the concrete. "It was this or death, so."

His mouth moves but he doesn't speak. I can tell he's choosing his next words carefully, "I saw you spar today."

"And?" I say. I don't know if I don't care or if I want to know what he thinks.

"You broke Quinn's nose." The corner of his mouth twitches up into a small smile.

"Don't act like she didn't deserve it." I grimace.

"Hey, I didn't say she didn't." He laughs and I turn my head to catch the sight. He always had a great smile. "You fought well. We were all impressed."

"Who's we?" I ask, looking down at my hands that are now folded in my lap.

"Everyone that had a chance to watch it. There are a lot of good fighters in the first years, but none can take out a second year the way you did today."

I nod my head slowly. I know I'm good, I'd been told before by my instructors, but hearing it from others doesn't do so much as boost my ego. Hearing it from Bodhi feels... different. Somewhere deep inside me, I feel a sense of validation that I didn't know I was looking for.

"I don't think anyone will be challenging you that's for sure." He hesitates again and I can almost feel that he's about to piss me off with his next words. "Xaden hasn't been taking the best approach with you, has he?"

"What, so he sent you instead?" Of course, this is about Xaden. The rage returns. "Let me make something clear-"

"Ani." He stands up just as I do and I'm almost shocked at how much he towers over me. There was a short period of our lives when I was taller than him.

"I want not a single fucking thing to do with you or him or anyone with a damned relic on their arm. I'm here because I have to be, not because I want to be so don't think for a second that just because we're all in the same place again things will be like they were in Aretia."

"Hey." His voice is sharp as he grabs my left arm into his hand pulling it up in between our bodies as he steps towards me, "You have a damned relic too in case you forgot." His pointer finger touches his thumb around my wrist and I'm made aware of just how much he's grown.

"And I shouldn't." I yank my arm from his grip. If only my mother would have gotten me and Beckett to Navarre safely before the Apostasy. If only she would've been able to declare our loyalty. She and Beckett would still be here.

"There is so much that you don't understand. Let us help you. Please, Ani." His voice is softer now, an emotion I'm not familiar with swimming in his eyes.

"Just stay away the hell away from me. I won't ask twice."

I turn on my heel and walk away from him. My hands shake with anger and I clench my fists to try and control it. Ever since my final days in Aretia, I have become such a resentful person. I never had this issue as a child, I never even threw temper tantrums and now it's all I wanted to do. I had a happy childhood aside from my parents' end of their rocky marriage. I was always a happy and pleasant child. I hated feeling this way. I needed to be in control.

Focus on what you can control.

I take the deepest, shaky breaths I can muster until it doesn't feel so hard to breathe anymore. I take one more for good measure before entering the dormitory as quietly as possible.

Just remain unseen, keep to yourself.

Don't. Create. Enemies.

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pinksilkribbons · 6 months ago

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COLLAGE: yan! classmate

CW/TW: non-consensual candid photos, elijah has a shrine of [name], mentions of praying to and basically viewing another human being as god, small implication of a boner, general yandere stuff ig.

You guys my last post on Elijah got quite a few likes I’m so glad y’all like him!! He’s my least developed OC so i decided to write more on him and develop his character. I’ll post some of my others soon!

Ever since he bought his new polaroid, Elijah has discovered a new side of himself. At the beginning he’d only taken pictures of you and hung them around his closet.

But eventually…he grew tired of it. Not of his darling, no! Of course not! But…it was rather difficult to sneak photos of you without getting caught. Not to mention the majority of them turned out blurry anyway.

Something needed to change.

He didn’t just want pictures of you at school. He wanted pictures of everything. When you’re angry, when you’re sad, when you’re eating. Pictures in normal clothes instead of a school uniform for fucks sake!

In the beginning school was the easiest (and only) way he could gain access to you, but now it’s proving to make his job that much harder. There’s too many risks involved.

With a dramatic sigh he shut his closet door, making sure to click the padlock into place. After hanging so many pictures of you on his closet walls he decided it would be wise to invest in a lock.

He knows it isn’t normal. Taking pictures of people without asking isn’t normal. Being so deeply obsessed with someone isn’t normal.

But not being normal doesn’t make him bad. Just…more passionate!

“Hey mama?”, He asks, trudging down the stairs.

His mother turns away from her phone with a quick glance his way. Her head tilts up as if to silently ask him what he needs.

“You aren’t using these magazines anymore, are you?”

A small stack of magazines with a bunch of ‘trendy fashion’ labels catches his eye. On the front cover a young lady with blonde hair is posed in a field of flowers. The lady, however, isn’t what he’s interested in.

She laughs playfully and watches Elijah pick up the stack. “Well, not exactly. But why do you need them? I’ve never known you to be interested in fashion.”

Elijah feels a rush of red to his cheeks. A part of him feel dirty. Perverted, even. It’s clear his mother is implying something dirty, and while she isn’t even wrong, he’s probably planning something much worse than whatever she’s imagining right now.

It takes a few good seconds for his mind to come up with a plausible excuse. “W-well, I’m not interested in fashion! I just need some material for this project in art class.”

Luckily his mom doesn’t question him further. She definitely rolled her eyes at him though, clearly not believing his story.

As soon as he makes it back to his room Elijah is quick on his feet. He rushes over to his closet so quickly he almost falls over. A pulse of excitement gushes through his body as he begins to unlock his closet door.

The password to which is his darlings birthday, of course!

Upon opening the door, one wouldn’t suspect much of anything. Clothes, shoes, some random boxes, but nothing out of the ordinary. The real magic is in the far right corner, at the very bottom of the wall.

So far his collection is pretty small. The few photos he does have are all taped beside one another, carefully placed to ensure nothing is crooked or overlaps with the other. This small corner is Elijah’s entire life.

He lives and breathes [Name]. In fact, every morning, without fail, he finds himself in this exact position; sitting on his knees, admiring his darling. He bows his head and prays to your existence.

The amount of sheer joy your being grants him should never be taken lightly. Elijah is a good boy. He’s thankful. And He proves it every single morning.

“I feel kinda bad, cutting up her picture like this”, he mumbled to himself. His hands carefully maneuvered the scissors, making sure to save as much of his darlings face as possible.

Believe it or not it came out pretty good! Next he needed to cut the cover from his mom’s fashion magazine, which proved to be the real challenge.

The blonde lady on the cover was dressed in a blue flowy sundress. From the moment he saw it Elijah knew that dress was meant to be his darlings. The chances of him getting a real photo of you in this dress were zero, but he’d like to think he’s quite creative!

To finalize his creation he glued [Name]’s head onto the models face, successfully dressing her in the beautiful gown. Just imagining her in such an outfit had his heart racing and pants tightening.

It made him feel proud knowing he found a way to grow his collection while also reducing the risk of getting caught. Next time he visited the library, Elijah would be sure to pick up a few books on collaging.

You truly did bring out a new side of him. Who knew he was so artistic?

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grimlers · 2 months ago

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OUTLAST TRIALS OC POSTING

Dennis - Reagent

Backstory and how he got to being a reagent at Murkoff:

Born 1924 in Britain, raised as a Christian and came from a well-off family, his early years were pretty normal but as he got older, around 15-17 he realised he was a homosexual and due to societal hatred as well as how he was brought up he felt extremely wrong for it and was desperate to distance himself from it by marrying his wife, Sarah, at 19 in 1943.

Their marriage was arranged, Dennis asking for his parents to set him up and they did, Sarah agreed, genuinely interested in Dennis and having a family with him but that didn’t happen and ever since their wedding leading up to Dennis joining the RAF she began to pick up on hints of who he truly was. Their relationship was extremely strained, with Dennis being inattentive and cold to Sarah, he was never physically abusive nor did he intend to harm her in anyway, he just had a lot of hate for himself that was projected onto her.

After a few months of marriage, Dennis joined the RAF in 1944, becoming a pilot. He had a much more relaxed personality before joining the military and was overall much easier to get along with (apart from him and his wife) but came out much more blunt and cold. The military instilled a more practical and apathetic side to him purely because that’s what he needed to do when seeing death all the time. He liked the routine of the military and had three confirmed enemy aircraft’s destroyed during his service.

However nearing mid 1945 his plane (Supermarine Spitfire Mk XIV) malfunctioned and crashed, he survived the crash but was stuck in the wreckage and badly injured, thus two fellow soldiers came to help him and while dragging him one was shot dead and the other captured by the enemy, Dennis wasn’t captured because the enemy believed him to be dead and so Dennis was stuck there until eventually more soldiers came and rescued him, bringing him to safety.

He was taken to recover but was honourably discharged after his injuries deemed him unfit for duty, suffering from nerve damage to his left limbs as well as shell-shock (PTSD) .He had extreme survivors guilt from the incident and felt as if he was the cause for the two soldier’s that attempted to help him fates. This made him press to be released early so he wouldn’t have to face anyone and so his burns didn’t fully heal before release.

He then went back home and found that his wife had left, house sold, nothing to stay in Britain for and so he went to America, trying for a fresh start. But when he got to America, sepsis from his burns started and he ended up in a confused daze on the streets, seemingly homeless and a perfect candidate for Murkoff.

He was then taken to Sinyala facility where his blood poisoning got worse, making him extremely confused and aggressive, causing him to seem unapproachable to other reagents even after being treated and returning to ‘normal’ because of how he started, he was a very isolated man but this didn’t bother him, caring more about where he was and the actions he had to do in trials rather than friendship.

His story is still being tweaked so sorry if there’s any gaps 😭😭🙏🙏, I’ll be posting a few of my other outlast OC’s stories/information at some point too.

#art #fanart #outlast #outlast game #outlast trials #outlast trials oc

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a-witches-riddle · 7 months ago

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Hiya! I’m Bree! I’m a trans-pan foxgirl that hangs out on the internet doin gay stuff! My blog is primarily a random/personal blog, with no real theme other than my love for women and being transfem :3

Here’s a lil’ bit of personal info for y’all to get to know who I am a bit better!

I’m a trans woman! I found out who I was in 2017, and through a slow and gradual process I eventually socially transitioned. I’ve been on hormones for over a year now, too!

I’ve been a lot happier since I’ve been on hormones, and it’s drastically improved my mental state. I finally feel good in my body.

Despite my general affinity and attraction to women, I am pansexual, which means yes, I find just about any one of any gender attractive, I just have a preference towards women.

I have a partner that I love dearly and more than anything in the world. We have a very special and unique bond together that can’t quite be explained or rivaled, and we’re happy together 🖤💜🦊🦇

I consider myself a “Furry Lite”™️. I don’t really have a fursona or anything, but I’m a creature of some variety. My newest thing is a foxgirl, which was really surprising to find out but das okay :3 i do kinda fluctuate back to being a wolfgirl sometimes, and occasionally a raccoongirl when i’m feeling extra silly (Thank you to @pan-tran-dndfan for convincing me of this, and now we are kit bffs ☺️🦝🫂🦊)

I’m definitely a puppygirl, though!! I’m very whiny and needy, and I will bark and make various puppy noises at you, so be prepared for that >:3

I don’t really have that much shame about my kinks. This is an 18+ blog so obviously expect adult content.

I have a few hobbies, including playin vidya games. I play a lotta random things, but one of my favorites is Cyberpunk 2077. I also tend to play a lot of survival horror and just survival games in general. Big Resident Evil nerd and Project Zomboid enjoyer. Also very into Fnaf and Cod zombies lore… don’t ask because I will loredump.

I’m not the biggest into movies or tv, but I’ve seen my fair share of the popular stuff. I’m a big horror movie junkie, Saw being one of my brainrots. I also was absolutely obsessed with Arcane, which swiftly became one of my favorite shows of all time, until season 2 happened. Season 1 is still the GOAT, but I will not argue about it because my god it’s like talking to a brick wall.

I have a few genres of music I’m in love with. I grew up listening to rock/metal and it stuck ever since. Huge A7X fan (minus their nft shilling :/), and Halestorm enjoyer. I also am in love with grunge, Chris Cornell (rip) and Eddie Vedder you have my heart.

I also love making OC’s! I’ve been writing since I was like, 8 years old, and making characters has always been a passion of mine. Lilith and Tara are my main OC’s, and my writing has been fairly private. Not sure if I want to share any of my writing publicly or not, but who knows! Maybe one day I’ll muster up the courage for it.

I’m not really public in general on most platforms; tumblr really is the main place that I’m at all active save discord. Not necessarily an active choice I make but a situation that happened more out of circumstance.

uhhhh i think that’s it! I hope y’all like my blog of random gayness and silliness! My dm’s are always open if you have a question or just wanna chat! Love y’all 💙🏳️‍⚧️

#bree ramblings #pinned post

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snotty-zombie · 4 months ago

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Rageous-tober part 1!!!

Rageous-tober made by @jobiesayscheese ily 🤞🤞

Day 4: Floyd

Day 5: Halloween costumes

Day 7: Sisters

I’ll be posting them all bigger with a ton of unnecessary talking on my part under a cut so my page and the tags involved don’t get totally bloated 💋💋 (prompt list made by jobiesayscheese at the bottom of the post)

HERE WE GO (stuff under cut 😗)

Remember to click onto the image for higher quality .3. (I posted all these on Instagram during October but I wanted to post them here not only because there are some folks here who don't follow my Insta but also because I like to yap and Tumblr is more appropriate for yapping than Instagram for some reason idk)

Starting off tame with day 4, Floyd. Matching vampire and bat costume ��‍↕️

Day 5: Halloween costumes- TV Girl and her bf Peachy dressed as Ramona Flowers 😈😈 and… the other guy.. (bonus Kid Ritz looking very displeased :/) I haven’t actually introduced Peachy on here before I don’t think but I definitely will eventually because he’s one of my favs- for now just know he’s part of Boogie and TV’s friend group along with (formerly??) KR and their other friend Dizzy :3 he’s TV’s new bf after she dumped Kid’s lame ass because I am an unapologetic OC x Canon shipper now (if you can even call KR canon, bro is just an exposition character that I morphed into my own)

DAY SEVEN: SISTERS!!! Glow Worm appearance 🫶🫶🫶 (she’s always saying odd shit 🙁 apparently she’s quite off putting to people who don’t know her very well) (and she never takes off her crocodile slippers like they go with literally every outfit)

Here is the prompt list along with the prompts that I decided to do circled (had to skip some of the good ones like infection AU and Kid Ritz because I was too busy rip)

Part 1! Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! (will add links when all the posts r up xP)

#mount rageon oc #mount rageous #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #kid ritz #trolls band together #rageoustober #mount rageous oc #trolls floyd

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ryemackerel · 6 months ago

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ONCE AGAIN!! Meet Alexander Lucré and Wyllow Sage! 🫶

Local cryptid goddess from a magical land ends up in a completely new, modernized world unlike her own. She has to navigate through this unfamiliar environment, and eventually stumbles across the city’s owner, who’s a deceptive, charming, and sly businessman. Funny snake guy helps Wyllow navigate the place and gives her a place to stay, and the two over time learn to soften up to each other despite their completely different backgrounds.

YES AFTER ALL THIS TIME I STILL LOVEEE THE BELOVED T4T HUSBAND AND WIFE DUO!! They’re my ocs from a while back, some of you may or may not remember them but! They came from what’s previously known as the TINE (This Is Not The End) AU, and I’m thinking of renaming their universe and adding some of my own characters as well. :]

The two out of the very few amount of ocs in my collection still have a very very special place in my heart, so I wanted to redesign them a bit more to make them different from their previous designs! ofc these are just design concepts and everything is still a wip.

I’m really happy with how they turned out YAYYA I can’t guarantee I’ll post about these guys a whole bunch because the Eddsworld fix still got a hold on me, and Arcane and Sonic have also been becoming interests of mine :-] Hope you enjoy!!

#oc #oc art #oc artwork #artists on tumblr #original character #original character art #character design #wyllow sage #alexander lucre #ryemackerel art thing #(will stop using this tag but ->)#tine au #this is not the end au #Spotify

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deuxcherise · 4 months ago

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The Hare and the Fox

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!rabbit oc, female!fox reader (doesn't really have to be female, but "daughter" is used here), tsuntsun!reader (just arrogance, honestly speaking), interspecies relations (?), male dumbification, some horror element, a bit suggestive but nothing super explicit.

A/n: So the fox and the hare, tale as old as time. Listen… WE. NEED. MORE. RABBIT BOYS. We’ve got catboys, we’ve got dogboys- WHERE ARE THE BUNNY BOYS?? …And yes, I just really wanted to write about a bunny boy and fox girl. This story wasn’t exactly intended for today but it’s Halloween and it’s been a while since I’ve posted and I wanted to celebrate it with a story with a little horror element, so I might’ve rushed to finish this before today. Also imagine animals here are humanoid with animal elements (like fluffy ears and tail). Enjoy a yan bunny. :3

Masterlist

Once upon a time, there was a hungry, hungry fox who came across a very delectable-looking rabbit.

“Oh hi there! Nice to meet you!” greeted the rabbit. “How are you on this fine day?

The fox licked its lips as grumbling sounds can be heard from its belly. It replied, “I’m doing well. Quite… peckish, actually. Little rabbit, little rabbit, how do you do?”

Despite the fox's clearly ravenous intentions displayed on its mannerisms, the rabbit simply smiled brightly in return and answered, “Why thank you for asking! I'm also doing well. Care to join me for a promenade?”

The fox snickered. “Gladly~”

And so the fox and rabbit joined together for a nice walk into the woods…

…..

“You can’t leave me here! You can’t leave me here!” Arley cries, grasping your hand with a grip unbecoming of a prey to a predator. His golden eyes are big and wide, watery with tears threatening to overflow, and his bunny ears are folded backwards. “Darliiing!”

As cunning as a fox you can be, you have admittedly fallen prey to this pathetic tactic many a time. This time, however, you simply cannot.

“Please. I haven’t visited my family in the longest time,” you say, attempting to wrench your hand out of his desperate grip. “They must be worried sick about me. You must have f-”

You stop yourself before saying the word “family”, for it would’ve been insensitive. Arley doesn’t care.

He gasps, his cute plump lips making an “o”. “But we’re family!”

You almost facepalm, instead squeezing out the words through gritted teeth, “We’re different.”

“How?”

HOW? A fox and a rabbit. There’s no way, in all the blue above, that two completely different species can be related, dumb bunny. “I’m not even going to answer that.”

He shakes his head aggressively, his long ears flopping from side to side. “No! No no no no! Forget about them! I only have youuuuu!” He sadly looks to the side, ears drooping, as he holds your hand up to his cheek. “Oh, I’ll be so lonely, so lonely without you…” He suddenly perks up with sparkles in his eyes. “Oh! Can’t I come with you?”

You sigh heavily. “You can’t.”

“What? Why?” He looks up with a look similar to an abandoned wolf pup’s eyes, pouting. “Please please please please please! Did I do something wrong, darling? I-if I did, please tell me! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!” he pleads. “Please! Just let me come with you if you must leave! Tell me!”

Do something wrong, you ask? Oh, it’s not that you did anything wrong. It’s that this is all wrong! You are supposed to be digesting away in my stomach since days ago and yet, here you are. And here I am, a fox raising a damn rabbit. Have I lost my mind?

You press a palm against Arley’s forehead to back him up. “No. Nothing at all, Arley. But I really must be going now.”

He perks up, before you add, “Without you.”

“NOOOOO!” he screeches, as if you have just told him straight up that you’re going to eat him alive.

… Which is going to be true— eventually. But he doesn’t need to know that right now.

You use your free hand to cover one of your ears as the ringing settles. Even with them folded down, his pitch was really too much. If you were also a prey, his voice would have alerted some hungry predator into this part of the woods and slaughtered the both of you. But luckily, who would dare be an idiot and cross into fox territory?

You sigh and flick him on the forehead as punishment, earning a small whine. “Besides,” you confess, “Truth be told, I need space.”

He tilts his head, a confused pout. “Space? You want more territory? I can help you get more territory!”

You mentally sweep away the cartoon image of an armored bunny waving a spear haphazardly. “No. I need space. From you,” you clarify, preparing yourself for his reaction.

As expected, his eyes go wide again and his face becomes unhinged. “B-B-But darling,” his voice cracks. “Space? … Ah! Darling must be joking! A ha ha ha ha…” he laughs before his eyes turn blank and his voice becomes scarily monotone. “It’s not funny.”

“...Um…” What’s wrong with him?

His face returns to its cute self. “Are you sure you can’t bring me along?” he suggests with a hopeful voice. If it weren’t for the rabbit ears and tiny tail attached to him, you would have assumed he was hiding an invisible wolf tail from how his eyes are sparkling.

“No. Absolutely not,” you answer. Unless you want to become the main entree for a skulk of foxes.

His sniffles. “Well, why not?? You're just visiting your family, aren't you? Are you- are you ashamed of me, darling?”

Why is he… You sigh again and look up through the wide clearing of the forest towards the sky. You have absolutely no idea why you’ve kept him around this long. You look at him. He’s pouting at you. You pinch his cheeks, remembering your original reason for keeping him.

When you had found him, he was nothing but a scrawny little thing dilly-dallying around a clearing in the middle of the woods. If you had eaten him as originally planned, he would have been nothing more than a tasty toothpick to suck on and clean the space between your fangs with. So pitiful… too pitiful, actually. Call it sympathy, but it just… it just would’ve been a shame if he died without meeting his full potential. So you decided to name him Arley since it was improper for a sentient creature to not have a name, dumb as rabbits are. A cute name for an admittedly cute pet.

You look at him up and down, gauging his current physical appearance.

You’ve been quite diligent, collecting and feeding him all kinds of fruits and vegetables, and you've even helped him build a proper den near your own place so that he can get all the sleep a rabbit should get. Quite important for growing bodies, wouldn't you say? All to at least allow the poor lad some dignity as a meal fit for an honorable fox such as yourself. And yet, somehow he is still on the skinny side. Pet bunnies are such hassles.

Hah… And they say all foxes are good for nothing but tricks… Hmph!

“Not at all, Arley. I'm not ashamed of you at all. Like I said, it's just too dangerous for you.”

Arley puffs up his cheeks, giving you his biggest pout before giving up when you wouldn't budge. He finally releases you, but not before he gives you the biggest hug he can muster. “Fiiiine. I hope you have fun, darling. I’ll be waiting for you…”

Darling.

For some reason, he believes that to be your name. You have tried correcting him, but he insists on calling you that for some reason. Oh well, rabbits are quite dumb after all. No use trying so hard to educate your future meal.

And so the two of you parted ways, leaving him at his den before you rushed off to your family’s den. By the time you reached it, the sky was turning purple as the great light was setting.

You knock with a special jingle on the wooden door to your family's den, a place somewhere secluded in the great forest, where the nearest neighbor would probably be… well, you and your dear rabbit, Arley. A lone rabbit. Odd, but you figure Arley must've been abandoned for being a runt. Poor lad.

“Password~?” sings a young voice from behind the door.

You playfully roll your eyes. “The brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”

One of your younger sisters opens it and her face glows up at the sight of you. “(Y/n)!” She turns around to go back to main, shouting, “(Y/n)’s here! And she brought a boy!”

…..

Huh?

Two arms snake their way around your waist and close the distance between your back and their front. With a distinctively delicious scent wafting about, you don't even need to turn around entirely as you cringe from how he's nuzzling the back of your neck.

“Arley!?” you harshly whisper underneath your breath.

“Darling~” he whispers back, muffled by your neck.

“A boy!? You've finally brought home a husband, (Y/n)?” shouts your mother from inside the den.

“No!” you screech back, grabbing onto Arley's arms. You whisper between gritted teeth, “What are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous!?”

He shoots back with a sad look with droopy ears and big doe eyes. “Don't you know rabbits die easily from loneliness? I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving me…”

What? What the heck is this dummy saying? Is that true? If it is true, does that even apply to rabbits and foxes? Rabbits shouldn't be sticking to foxes like this! Do you want to be eaten that badly!?

“Don't you-”

“What are you standing at the doorway for?” the voice of your father cuts in. “Come in and introduce your boy to us! And bring that rabbit. I can smell it on you. Don't hold up, now. We're starving.”

“You see?” you whisper to Arley, worried. “We're foxes. They're going to eat you alive! Go home!”

“No!” he refuses. “And no, they won’t. Once they know we’re together, they won’t lay a paw on me. Besides, I want to— need to meet your family for once. I have to thank your parents for giving birth to you and raising such a wonderful daughter.”

You try to find the words but after a moment or two, you give up with a groan. You place your hands together and send a quick prayer to the heavens.

Dear sun and moon, our great light and protector. I don't know why I'm in this situation but I humbly request that you protect this dumbass from my family. I've worked way too hard and too long for all my efforts to go up in dust just because he is an extremely stupid rabbit. We'll just have dinner (without rabbit) and then sleep, and then leave tomorrow. Forgive his naivety and lend me strength, good heavens. Blessed be the skies.

“Okay. Here we go.”

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“WHOA!” “My goodness!” “AMAZING!”

You sit there in awe alongside your family members as Arley somehow pulls another palm-sized rabbit from his top hat.

“And finally, this one is for the pup over here,” he says as he hands over the rabbit to your youngest sibling, who playfully squishes it in his hands. Not enough to burst its insides, but enough to make you wonder if it’s uncomfortable for the tiny bunny. Its blank face doesn’t offer any commentary, which almost begs the question if it is any real in the first place, if not for the tiny twitches.

“And that’s all for tonight, folks!”

“Well done, my boy!” your father compliments, clapping heartedly. “I never thought I could ever be entertained by a rabbit, but here I am!”

“Indeed!” your mother agrees, hand placed on her chest delicately. “I don’t know when was the last time I’ve ever been to a Magic Rabbit Show.”

Magic Rabbit Show? That’s a thing? Since when was that a thing???

Arley bows before your family, spinning his wrist, making the hat disappear into thin air. He then clasps his hands together, ears perked up. “My pleasure! Now… might I make the request to stay over tonight? I feel I will have better odds of seeing the great light if I stay inside than outside. And I’d like to stay close to Miss (Y/n), if possible?”

What the? Miss (Y/n)? Since when have you ever called me ‘Miss’? Or ‘(Y/n)’? You knew my name this entire time??

Your parents suspiciously share a look before smiling at Arley and announcing that he shall be taking residence in your bedroom for the night.

“Why!?” you squeak.

Your mother pulls you aside and shushes you. “Make sure the lad is comfortable, do you hear me? He’s come a long way, and we do not want to hear any complaints. Do you understand?”

“‘Come a long way’, you say, Mother? HE’S. A. RABBIT! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A MEAL, WOMAN!” is what you would have said if one, you didn’t respect your parents, and two, Arley wasn’t right there, and three, you weren’t afraid of the woman who brought you into this world and could easily send you back at any time.

Instead, you give her a face of disbelief.

It is odd, you note, considering the behavior of your parents. Your father had always liked chasing the birds up into the trees, and your mother often enjoyed a bit of mischief showcasing her toothy smiles in front of the occasional passing travelers, who tended to be grazers. To show such consideration to a rabbit is… frankly, very odd.

“Besides,” your mother continues, eyes watching your siblings play with their respective rabbit and your father bringing Arley to the side to have a chat. “I don’t think there’s any finer rabbit to… well, you know?”

Your eyebrows raise as far up your forehead as they can go. Arley may still be a bit on the small side compared to the typical size of rabbits based on what the books say, but he is decent enough. Maybe it’s about time you put an end to this ridiculous farce…

Your mother raises her eyebrows. You relax your shoulders and sigh, nodding in surrender. She smiles in triumph behind you as you lead Arley towards your old bedroom.

Seldom do foxes receive guests, lest they set up a bed and breakfast kind of establishment for whatever reason. But even so, in these parts of the woods, travelers tend to not stay too long, either here or alive, so to speak.

The minute you swing open the door, you half expect dust to come flying out. Only the smell of nice wood, fresh grass, and well-kept books fill your nose, a testament to your father’s impeccable housekeeping skills.

You eye your large nest, with enough space for a couple and a child (which you had given up hoarding your favorite sticks in order to fit this bedding), and take a step back before lau-

“W-wow… This is a… big bed. I didn’t think…”

You immediately stop yourself from belly flopping into the inviting bed. Your head swerves towards Arley, who’s eying your bed with bulging eyes.

What? Never seen a big- Oh course he hasn’t seen a big bed, ya doofus. Tiny rabbit only got a tiny bed. “Let’s sleep,” you mutter, feeling the drowsy effects of full home-cooked dinner in your stomach. Forget dessert, I’ll just eat him for breakfast.

You crawl onto the soft grass and lay on your side, patting the empty space beside you.

Strangely, Arley looks quite flustered. “E-eh? You’re- I’m- H-huh?”

You let your heavy eyes close, eyebrows furrowing, getting miffed. “What? You wanted to stay over, right? Come over here already… Schleep…”

“O-oh… okay…”

And so the two of you lay side-by-side, warm and cuddly, nothing to be frightened about. Twas a peaceful midnight, all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a…

“Y/nnnnn~? Are you awake?”

There is the famous saying everyone who’s anyone knows: how a wolf can hide itself among a flock of sheep by dressing up as its prey. It’s a funny tale, showcasing the stupidity of sheep against the cunningness of a wolf. How does it relate to a fox and rabbit, one might ask?

Your eyes open, having been suddenly thrown out of a dreamless sleep and brought back to reality. As they adjust to the darkness, they meet golden eyes followed by a wicked, wicked smile full of razor sharp teeth.

There may not be any wolves or sheep here… but perhaps, a less arrogant and less hungry creature might have wondered what a little rabbit was doing out in the woods by itself? Come to think of it, why would a rabbit invite a clearly hungry fox for a walk all by itself in the middle of the woods?

“Darrrrlinnnng~”

As the adrenaline pumps through your veins, you finally smell the scent of blood. It’s heavy. Far too close and heavy to be a mere cut. And… familiar? “A-Arley, is that you? W-what-”

He tilts his head mockingly, eyes and smile widening more than they already are. “Yes, darlinnnnng~ So glaaaaad you still… recognizzzzze Arleyyyyy after… well, nowwwww isn’t the tiiiiime.”

You gasp, feeling four spindly things drag upwards against the flesh of your stomach. You quickly wrap around your fingers the culprit before shoving it away and shooching your body up your bed. Only then, do your eyes feast on something horrid.

Arley- If it is Arley at all- tilts his head the other way stiltedly, his neck cracking with every angle. He towers over you with the height of a bear. The skin on his face looks stretched across his abnormally large skull, almost tearing at the seams of his mouth and eyes and nose. The ears on his head are stiffly standing above his head, shaped more triangularly than his typical round ones. Accompanying them are two massive antlers, ending in serrated stake-like ends. Where his eyes should have been are now dark black pools with little gold rings floating in them. The clothes on his body have shredded apart, revealing long skinless, muscleness limbs ending in similarly long claws sharper than the thorns of wild roses.

“Daaaaarling~ Why do youuuu look soooo scared?” he says, softly caressing one side of your jaw with a claw. His voice sounds like disjointed souls fighting to speak at the same time.

The smell of blood nearly overpowers the sound of your racing heart. “W-why do you s-smell like blood?”

“Hmm~ Arleyyyyy…” he hums, without opening his mouth, “... had to eaaaaat.”

“O-oh?”

“Don’t worryyyyy, darlinnnng. Arleyyyyy wouldn’t dare… eat youuuuu. Not… yeeeeet.”

A million things can enter your mind right now, things concerning your own safety and what happened to Arley and what could possibly go on, but the one thing that grips your heart is the thought: with all of this blood on him, where is your family?

“A-Arley… “ you smile nervously, gulping down your nerves as you slowly shift to the side at a snail’s pace. “I… Can I go… use… the bathroom?”

He sees what you are attempting to do and does not like it at all. He slams a hand down on the nest, tossing a few grass upwards, barely missing your hand. You breathe in sharply as he lowers his face over your shoulder, his chest rumbling as he takes in your scent.

“No… Stayyyyy.” Gentle, gentle is his voice, and yet it does nothing more than make the hair of your skin continue to stand straight up.

Arley’s just a rabbit. Arley’s just a rabbit. Arley’s just a rabbit. A dumb fucking rabbit.

Gathering all of your wits, you bark, “N-No! You! Let me go! I. Need to— GET OUT!”

Without a second thought, you quickly toss your body out of your nest and onto the cold wooden floor, paying no mind to your bruised knees as you get back up on your feet. You rip open your bedroom door to run down the hallway. It’s so dark you drag your hands across the walls to feel your way to the front, but it’s not dark enough to hide the dark inky stains dripping down the walls, staining your palms. It smells of death, rot, and everything and anything disgusting. Any more time in here, and you are sure you’d throw up.

An ungodly roar booms behind you. Right as your hand grasps onto a door handle, a hand wraps around on your legs and hauls you backwards, forcing your chin to hit the ground. Before you can recover from the impact, you feel the air around your head turn warm and in the edges of your view are rows of sharp white teeth.

“A-”

CRUNCH.

The end.

Little rabbit, little rabbit, how do you do?

Keep to the light, or the dark hunts you.

Wander too far, stray from its view—

And in the night, it will come for you.

You wake up and gasp for air, dripping horrendously with heavy beads of sweat. You’re laid on your side, the opposite side of the original position you had laid down in before you knocked out. Which means you’re facing away from–

“Ack!”

Upon registering a sharp pain on the back of your neck, you immediately whip the back of your hand behind you, making contact with something hard. You turn on a lamp light and whirl around to find Arley holding his nose, regular bunny-shaped and looking like himself, and absolutely nothing like that nightmarish creature.

“Owiiiie…” he whines. Tears gather on the edges of his eyes, which thankfully look normal as well with their white scleras.

Picking up a faint scent of blood and a moist feeling on the back of your neck, you gently feel the area, finding that Arley has in fact broken a bit of skin enough to produce red droplets. “Did you bite me? Why’d you bite me!?”

“Sowiiiie, dawwwing… Couldn’t help it…”

A bunny biting a fox for no reason? How insulting! What does this dumb rabbit take me for!?

You grit your teeth, still holding a grudge for Nightmare!Arley’s actions, as you wipe your blood-stained fingers on your bed clothes before grabbing onto Arley’s jaw and forcing his mouth open. You then stick two clean fingers between his lips to keep his mouth open and check out his teeth. All flat bunny teeth, nothing sharp at all. How did he manage to make you bleed? You groan and let him go, grumbling, “I should’ve eaten you a long time ago…”

Shocked at your actions, Arley’s mouth is still slightly agape and his cute pink bunny tongue still tantalizing. The taste of your fingers are nothing to the taste of your blood, but strange thoughts that have been sealed away time and time again are now coming to the front, and it certainly doesn’t help that he’s in an enclosed room that smells entirely like you and him.

You almost tell him to close his mouth when he interrupts you. “I… I wouldn’t mind if you ate me right now, darling.” He tilts his head downward and looks up with fluttering eyes, tapping the tips of his fingers together bashfully . “Only if darling is gentle in the beginning though…”

What the hell is he talking about? “Stupid,” you mutter. “Don’t be so weird.”

For some strange reason, his ears flops down and he gives his biggest pout as he looks away with scrunched eyebrows. You nearly roll your eyes, instead patting his head, hoping this action that he typically asks for will lessen his sad mood. It does, making him close his eyes and cheeks puff up with a blissful smile.

The way he melts under your touch softens your annoyance, making you appreciate the fact that he’s just a dumb rabbit who doesn’t know he’ll be eaten soon. You close your eyes and breathe yet another sigh of relief. At least, he isn’t like that creature at all. It was just a nightmare, nothing more… right?

…..

“Darling is mine~” Arley hums to himself under your petting while your eyes are wincing from the pain on the back of your neck. He looks at you through the tiniest inconspicuous sliver of space between his eyelids, showcasing black scleras and glowing golden rings. “All mine~”

#random thoughts #happy halloween #dumb bunny #bunny boy #fox girl #yandere #yandere oc #yandere male #cute yandere #whiny yandere #male x female #reader insert #female reader #deuxcherise writes

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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 6 months ago

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Can we know more about the monkey demoness? Will the chapters be from shadowpeach perspective always or will we see readers or demoness point of view? Does the demoness have a name? How much does the reader know of jttw and general knowlege about the lands ahe is in. Does she speak the language natuarlly or is it a case of magic transelate? If it is magic transelate can she read written words? Will reader win them over slowly or will there be one major action that wins them over? Will the monkey demoness be part of endgame relationship or just a friend? Would demoness try and protect reader from the monkeys when they go full yandere, run away or defer to the monkey king? Am i coreect in assuming its shadowpeach/reader or is it plaltonic yandere? Will reader become besties with the demoness? How did they meet up? Is this before or after jjtw? Or does jttw not happen? Will this be a horror yandere or a romance yandere story? Will reader suffer issues from culture clash? What will your reader be like? Shy? Confident? Will she wipe out from having to walk for 3 days straight or is this something she is used to? How much will reader sacrifice to protect the ‘cubs’? Would reader declare themelves the cubs defacto mum?

If something was answered in previos post sorry mobile wont let me check your blog without loosing all my questions, feel free to answer asmany or as little as u want. Sorry for spelling mistakes, i read your fic repeatedly instead of going to sleep

I found your blog by that story and its a good read, i cant wait for next chapter, in the meantime i will be scrolling backwards theough your blog and read the rest od your stories after i sleep

😳 Wow… I did not expect this big of an ask. For starters I love that you are enthusiastic about the AU, truly I am. It’s just could everyone please stick to 1-3 questions per ask? If you have several questions feel free to send me multiple asks, for now I’ll try to answer as many from this ask as possible. I might answer a few in another post, thank you for your understanding. Now, onto the answers!

- The monkey demoness’s name is Chu Spirit, at first I made her as a simple oc out of the blue! Now I see her as a big sister type of character to Reader, she will not be romantically involved with either Shadowpeach, or The Female Reader. She is energetic and kind not one to back down from a fight. (Will answer how she met Reader in a later post)

- I have a habit of posting perspective a little crazy, so you will get a chance to get Reader’s and Spirit’s perspective! That is almost guaranteed, in fact you’ll probably get more perspectives as well of other characters that will eventually be in the AU.

- So Reader knows about JTTW because she read a bit of it but never finished it. She found the story entertaining but before she could finish it, she kind of… Was pulled to this new world and is trying to find a way home. As for general knowledge? Yeah she has no idea where she is or how to get anywhere, so she kind of doesn’t have any yet.

- Language! I didn’t even think about that! Okay, so I think she’ll magically understand it. Sometimes that magic understanding will flicker though when she’s especially weak so she’ll have to actually learn the language, eventually. As for reading, no she can’t read words until she actually learns the language.

- I think Reader will win over the Warlords slowly and in a few big events yeah. It’s not right away but it doesn’t take too long especially with how much she is taking care of them. They will definitely fall in love with her as they get more and more used to her. As for some big events? Oh I have a few ideas already! You’ll have to wait and see those though. (Cause long ask, not that it’s bad!)

- Spirit will one hundred percent try to protect Reader from Yandere warlords. She sees Reader as a little sister who helped her when she needed it most, she will do anything to keep her safe. If she had known that the monkey cubs that grew so attached to Reader were warlords? She would have totally thrown them off a cliff to keep them away from Reader. No she will not defer to Monkey King or Macaque because she really doesn’t care about them and never has. (Personal past reasons)

- Yes you are correct to assume it’s romantic Shadowpeach x Reader. Nothing platonic about how Macaque and Wukong feel about Reader… There might end up being smut later, but not sure yet.

- Spirit sees Reader as a little sister and likewise eventually Reader will see Spirit as a big sister. They met when Reader saved her from some bandits (more explained later!)

- JTTW! Okay, so this story begins before JTTW. There will be JTTW in this AU and on that topic sort of Reader will be able to get back to her world. Either willingly or not I’m still debating.

- Horror or romance? I’d honestly say it’s a mix of both, because there will be blood and gore. Reader does care about them but they absolutely terrify her when they return to their original forms. And also because Wukong is impatient and doesn’t explain himself very well before trying to take her home.

- Culture clash… I’ll try to add a few scenes of culture clash into the story. Mostly with how she acts around other people because she doesn’t fall into their ‘normal’ Because ya know she’s a 21st century woman. One with a mind that she speaks when she pleases.

- I would say that Reader is more on the shy side when it comes to talking to other people, but when she’s talking to friends she can get rather loud and confident. She just isn’t all that great with strangers. Unless if they are animals that she decides to take care of.

- After her three day walk, so at first I was going to have it where she slept during it. But after this ask I changed my mind. Spirit has no idea about the human system other than they need food. And monkey demons don’t need as much sleep as humans do so she doesn’t realize that Reader is running on fumes at the start of the story. That is until she passes out, dropping like a rock for almost a whole day.

- She will defend them with her life! She loves animals of all kinds. She doesn’t see herself as their mom because I think it’d be weird with the romance and all. But she does see herself as a friend to them. She cares for them and will try to protect them with everything she’s got. Will probably get herself hurt a few times which these bois, do NOT like after they fall in love with her. How dare someone hurt their new mate friend.

Thank you so much for your ask! I just started this Au and if you have more questions then send me an ask! 1-3 per ask would be preferred with no limit to how many asks you send. Feel free to send several! I encourage it! I hope I didn’t miss anything and have a lovely day! (PS. If you want even more in depth answers just ask one or two of these questions back at a time and I’ll have more room to answer them in depth possibly write scenes about them. But I like to answer everything in the ask)

Feel free to send me more asks and I will be happy to answer as I develop this AU more! If you have suggestions also send those too!

#dead dove do not eat #sun wukong x macaque #yandere sun wukong #yandere macaque #sun wukong x macaque x reader #Sun Wukong x Reader #Macaque x Reader #Cursed Warlords AU #Cursed Warlords LMK AU #lmk yandere #LMK OC #shadowpeach x female reader #shadowpeach x reader

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ki1ldeer · 3 months ago

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A (lengthy) oc info rundown post because maybe the best way to showcase my pride and joys is not by vague posting about their lore in the tags of unrelated drawings

✨The main trio✨

Alt text is of the writing in case my handwriting isn’t as legible as I think it is (it’s not, according to the stupid apple photo-to-text feature)

Some more info under the cut. I love to yap about my lore!!

✨the gods that make their lives miserable (mostly Aegis)✨

Info about them: they all will have demigods, but Aegis is the only one who mimics their appearance. Aegis changes the most because uhhh nature is always changing? And I get bored. Philomena is the leader. Aegis and Achlys have a rivalry going on because something something domain disputes. They are all kind of siblings? And they all have more abstract forms sort of like how I drew Aegis here, but idk man I can’t figure them out.

And basic info about what I mean when I call either Liam or Emmeline a “keeper” because I use it interchangeably with “demigod” even though “keeper” is what it is in the lore lol

And I don’t have a nice drawing for this because idk how but here’s the deal with Finn and why I sometimes say he’s “cursed” or “doomed to repeat a cycle.” So like just like how there’s a new demigod every 100 years, every 100 years someone comes along who holds the same spirit (like a parallel or something idk). This person always meets the keeper and they become inseparable, either platonically or romantically, doesn’t matter. And every time that person is destined to die as the final like shebang for the demigod transfer (like cutting the last tie to humanity or something). Finn is the first to break this cycle but he wasn’t supposed to. AND he’s cursed because the person with the spirit before him, Heidi, was such a little FREAK that she got the whole spirit cursed and now everyone who gets it after her and Finn will be cursed. Idk what this curse is exactly but I’ll figure that out eventually. It’s just fun to point at them and be like “CURSED 🫵”

#it was a very wise decision for me to do this instead of studying the 56 fish families I have to know for my lab practical exam #this is just the basics I will still be lore posting in the tags #I also used the versions of them I draw most often (I think?) but there is a strict timeline that maybe I’ll add later?#I genuinely have no idea where all this came from #this story started out as two guys in a band who would hang out with their spooky deer person friend #don’t ask me what I plan to do with this because the answer is probably nothing?? and that gets me spiraling #sharing oc lore feels like one of those things that feels embarrassing even tho it’s not embarrassing lol #oc lore #oc art #procreate #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #illustration #original art #my ocs #doodle #art #original character #original character art #character design #character development #oc

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cafesunnydale · 1 month ago

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owl post || s.b.

sirius black x fem!ravenclaw!oc

⟢ perhaps sending letters in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.

note: i’ve been in a deep writer’s block, and lately have been fixating on ben barnes’ character fics. got inspo while rewatching tatbilb hehe

part 1

wc: 1.2k

cw: swearing

tags: angst (?), two idiots basically, intended lowercase

part 2 | part 3

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“rosie, it’s almost midnight, go to bed!” astrid grumbled, pulling the covers over her head in an attempt to cover the light. rosalie mumbled a reply as she set her quill down, sleep creeping up on her as well. “rosie!” her roommate called again, causing her to let out a sigh. “i heard you, i’m just going to send this letter to mom” she replied, hastily putting the folded parchment into the envelope. she moved to open her owl’s cage, knocking over an ink bottle in the process. a profanity slipped out of her lips, clearly too tired to deal with anything at that moment.

she let out another sigh, staring at the broken ink bottle on the floor. thoughts of her soft bed went through her mind, ‘i’ll just send this out and then finally sleep’ she thought, finally opening her owl’s cage. her eyelids started to weigh, her movements became a little more groggy as she handed the envelope to him, wanting nothing more than to lay down and finally go to sleep.

“go to the owlery when you’re done, ok?” she mumbled to the bird before opening the window to let him fly.

little did she know, on the other side of the castle, a certain gryffindor was awoken by the tapping on their window.

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rosalie woke up that morning feeling the consequences of her actions. her back felt sore from the hours she spent hunched over her desk the night before.

sleep seemed to have no effect as she felt worse than she did before. her eyes were barely open as she got up. her roommates were starting to wake up as well.

not wanting to waste any more time, she went to the bathroom to start off her day. her face scrunched up in disapproval as she opened the door and immediately being greeted by sunlight through the window.

not a single word was uttered in the sixth year dormitory within those hours.

she slipped on her robes, having one last look at the mirror before finally heading down to the great hall. she half listened to her friends' conversation as they three made their way through the halls of their school. on their way, she felt as if everyone was staring at her. she brushed it off.

or tried to.

rosalie noticed girls in her year, particularly gryffindors staring– no, glaring at her. groups of girls were looking at her while whispering among themselves. her friends soon noticed as well, and was just as confused (and offended) as she was. "what are you all staring at ?!" mirabelle asked quite loudly. rosalie felt her face warm up. she definitely did not want any attention drawn to them, at least any more than there already was.

they quickened their pace and eventually made it to the great hall. as they walked in, she hoped and prayed that no one would give her the same treatment as what she just had out in the seemingly neverending hall. but of course, she was not the one to usually acquire luck. she felt her stomach churn as she saw a certain gryffindor at their table. "what's he doing there?" astrid asked her.

'what was he doing there?' she also wondered. "i... i don't know, we haven't talked since..." she couldn't even finish her sentence before he started walking towards her. her heart surely sped up both in confusion, and anxiety.

she felt as though there was a spotlight on her, and she had no way out, sirius black made his way to her, trying to steady his shaking hands and ignoring his abnormally quick heartbeat. "so," he started, stopping quite close to her. rosalie felt nauseous. she couldn't even look at his face, her eyes nervously looked around for some sort of comfort, but she was only met with the eyes of the nosy students who were now having two types of tea that morning.

"why did you send this to me at midnight?" sirius asked, rosalie furrowed her brows in confusion. she looked at him, her mouth agape as to ask what he meant by that, only for her to look down at his hand and see an all too familiar envelope. her heart dropped. the color drained from her face as she stared at it. 'grab it' she told herself, yet she stood frozen. "...rosie?" he asked, now concerned by her state.

"i," she finally managed to say. her chest felt tight, her eyes still locked on the envelope. "how did you get that?" she asked, her eyes moved to meet his, "...you sent it to me" he replied, confused by her question. "that was never meant to be sent out" she said, finally finding the strength to physically take the letter instead of thinking about it repeatedly in the past... 10? 15? minutes.

sirius was now confused. "why did you send it then, petal?" he asked softly, a hint of desparation echoed in his voice. rosalie looked at him, unsure of what she felt from that name. they weren't always strangers, but the letter was written by fourth year rosalie, who was friends with remus lupin, through whom she met him. she found herself developing a raging crush on the boy, she found him exciting and new, he was confident, and knew what he wanted, he didn't care about what other people thought. of course, that was a mere façade which rosalie eventually discovered, but for her 14-year-old self, he was nothing less than magnificent. and she made sure that he knew that. or at least that was what she wrote in the letter.

"you were never supposed to know about this letter" she said, her voice barely a whisper. sirius looked at her, still filled with questions. it was at this point that he realized how public the great hall was. he was too irrational and too eager for answers that he didn't even think of where he was. he felt everybody's eyes watching them both, giving them a glare before taking the girl before him to a more secluded area.

rosalie wasn't able to react before she was walking out of the great hall and into an empty classroom with one sirius black. "if i wasn't meant to find it, why was it sent to me by owl last night?" he asked. it was the third time he asked for a reason, a reason that rosalie was unable to find. she tried to think, struggling to remember how or why the letter of her confessing her feelings to her old crush was suddenly sent out on a random october night.

then it clicked.

"are you fucking kidding me?" she mumbled, before sighing. "i meant to send a different letter to my mom" she explained. mentally screaming at herself as to why she even had that stupid letter laying around on her desk. "oh" was all the raven haired boy could say. she struggled to read his expression, looking away quickly when their eyes met.

"did you mean what you wrote?" sirius asked, barely able to finish the question as his voice got caught in his throat. he read the letter that night, and reread it again and again til the sun came up. if only he knew about her feelings sooner, maybe he would've made a move. his eyes desparately searched for any sign of confirmation, his heart quickening as the seconds pass. "we were fourth years back then, sirius, i didn't know any better" she answered, still avoiding his eyes.

she knew deep inside, that was a lie. and that she still felt the same way about him til then.

#sirius black fanfiction #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius black oneshot #sirius black x oc #marauders fanfiction #marauders imagine #sirius black imagine #marauders era #marauders oneshot #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfiction

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rcmclachlan · 2 months ago

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2024 Tumblr Top 10

Tagged by the wonderful @liminalmemories21

How it works: Share your top 10 tumblr posts from last year! Visit this site, scroll down to "Find your Tumblr Top 10," type in your username, and select 2024. When you get the results, simply click "Share to Tumblr" and you'll get an auto-generated draft for a post with links and previews. Make any adjustments you see fit.

Surprising no one, all my top posts in 2024 were about BuckTommy. Here’s the breakdown:

1. Tommy’s just as insane as Buck (1,184 notes - Aug 15 2024)

This is probably my favorite post of the year, so I’m glad it’s sitting pretty at number one. Even after what we’ve learned about Tommy since I posted it, I still stand by it. There is no way Mr. Sure I’ll Fly Into A Hurricane On A Hunch is normal about anything.

2. Amnion (mpreg, 8x06 fix-it) (777 notes - Nov 9 2024)

This predated the mpreg tsunami that hit the fandom by about a week, but if you’ve been following me since April, you’ll know that dadvans and I had been surfing that wave all along.

3. Season 4 alternate meeting (726 notes - Aug 10 2024)

I’ve got a list as long as my arm of ways Buck and Tommy could’ve met earlier, but the idea of “what if their paths crossed the day Buck learns about Daniel” grabbed onto my ankle like a mutant west highland white terrier and wouldn’t let go.

It eventually became the fic Histocompatibility on AO3.

4. 8x05 spec fic ("Kiss me, Thomas!”) (704 notes - Oct 23 2024)

I wrote this after the first pictures of Buck’s face dropped a couple of days before the episode aired. At the time, we could only see one boil (I think the most popular theory was that a spider had laid eggs in his face, a la Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark), so I decided to have a little fun.

Apologies to the people who were scarred for life after learning what a giant weta is.

5. The 118-217 Shadow Summit headcanon (665 notes - Dec 29 2024)

A very late addition to the list! There I was with all these headcanons, still mourning the breakup and wishing the show had given us some cross-station shenanigans, when I realized I could solve all my problems with fic. Why would I try to get Buck and Tommy back together when the yahoos at the 118 and 217 could do it for me?

Then I took it a step further with this missing scene, which I had an absolute blast writing. These people are bonkers (to me).

6. “So? Tell me about the hot pilot.” (652 notes - Sep 13 2024)

I can never get enough of the Buckley siblings, and since the show finally gave us something substantial with 7x05, I decided to delve a little deeper into Buck and Maddie’s conversation about Buck’s bisexuality and the man responsible for opening his eyes to it.

It eventually became the fic Table of Contents on AO3.

7. New Year’s Eve fix-it ficlet (651 notes - Jan 1 2025)

Okay, technically it shouldn’t be on the list because I posted it in the new year, but I wrote it a couple of hours before midnight while watching Wicked with friends, so I’m including it. It was a half-baked idea that became a half-baked fic, but it seemed like people enjoyed it, so I’m taking that energy into the new year!

8. More 8x05 spec fic (missing scene) (589 notes - Oct 24 2024)

Another fic that was born out of the episode previews, which allowed me to bring my 217 OCs out to play. All I kept thinking was, ‘What was going through these people’s heads when they heard dispatch say a body had been found at the 118? Probably something along the lines of: must be Tuesday.’

9. Pregnancy kink ficlet/headcanon (526 notes - Aug 29 2024)

No explanation necessary.

10. Relative Value (499 notes - Jun 26 2024)

“Give me Uncle Tommy or give me death” has been my mantra since Tommy and Buck made out in front of God, country, and the entire First Presbyterian ER lobby. Also, it’s a headcanon of mine that all the 118 kids are obsessed with him, much to Tommy’s confusion and amusement.

It eventually became Relative Value on AO3.

Well, this was a fun little retrospective! I can’t believe this dumb show pushed me out of writer’s block limbo as hard as it did, but I’m very grateful.

Tagging: @dadvans, @screamlet, @epiphainie, @leashybebes, and @beanarie

#tumblrtop10 #bucktommy #rc's 911 fics

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chil-aglia · 3 months ago

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𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

Prologue

Decided to say fuck it, I’m posting this now. And so here y’all go! Enjoy the boy Giovanni!

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

This is obviously a fic about an OC who is the older brother of Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey, so TCEST DNI (you’ll catch these hands)

I often type fast (my laptop is a lil broken so I type on my phone) and therefore you’ll most likely see grammar and spelling mistakes, and I don’t always catch them when I’m typing the chapter, but I’ll try and edit any mistakes if I see any.

Art is done by me, but PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something—

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“You think you’re special? You’re pathetic!”

“Remember this, you belong to us. Our pet.”

“A nuisance. Vermin is a better way to describe your presence!”

“You. Will. Forever. Be. Alone.”

He’s heard all the words before. He’s gotten used to the harsh reality that no one was coming to save him any time soon. How long has it been anyway since he was stuck in this hell?

He stopped counting after 3 years.

Olive skin, bleached in bruises and dried blood, it was sickening to look at. But to them, it was a pleasure. Seeing how easily mangled he could become was enough to give their ego a boost.

It hurts. But he was numb.

Hiding.

He had gotten good at it over the years. He probably knew every debris and cave in this world. The prison world. Or was it prison dimension? He forgot what it was called, but it didn’t matter, it was hell none the less. That didn’t change.

His body ached.

He can’t remember when the last time he ate something, must’ve been 2 weeks ago right? It was suffocating but he can’t risk taking a step outside the protective walls of the cave. It was safe here. They haven’t found him yet.

Dark.

Ah, right, he fell asleep after he tried to distract himself from the urge of hunger. It was a battle every day for him, a game of survival.

I need to do something…just a quick peek.

He somehow convinced his body to move. Pulling himself up and standing, he staggered for a moment but hesitantly left the comfort of his cave. He hasn’t heard from them in a while. It’s been a few days since his last encounter.

He can still feel the claws pinning him down. How he managed to escape was a miracle to think about. But he also knew they willingly let him go. A game they like to play. They couldn’t let their favourite toy get broken so quickly now, could they? They needed entertainment too.

Cautious eyes scanned the area, so far nothing was coming at him with intent to kill. He took more steps out and eventually he was on the move, looking for food or water. Anything that could guarantee his survival.

His mind wondered to the split in the sky he saw a few hours ago. It startled the daylights out of him, it was loud, bright and screamed danger to him, he also saw how the predatory trio stepped into this portal like thing.

Then he saw the big organic spaceship. The Technodrome they called it.

It was slowly sucked through the portal before disappearing completely out of sight.

It was a strange feeling when they all vanished. First, he was confused, then he felt relief that they were gone, he wasn’t going to be disturbed by them anymore. Then he felt…sad.

Alone all over again.

That had been a few hours ago and he hasn’t seen the ship or the three organic aliens that made his life miserable since. But the sense of danger still lurked in his head, he couldn’t take the risk of being seen by anything.

Grunting he pushed some rocks out the way, turning every rock he found in hopes of finding something to eat. He was starving and exhausted, but this was a chance for him to stock up in case they came back.

The portal was still in the sky, but nothing was happening. He chose to ignore it as best as he could. He had other agendas to attend to.

He was too focused that he failed to notice a shimmering light in the sky coming towards him.

Something landed beside him, and he jumped, startled and instinctively scrambled back to safety. He pants to calm down from his moment of panic, which soon turned to puzzlement. The object wasn’t something he was used to seeing here in this world.

It was a sword. Blue was his first thought when he saw the blade, the hilt of it being wrapped in azure.

He blinks, tilting his head curiously as he hesitantly reached out to touch it, but then the sword started glowing, electricity radiating from it. He pulls his hand back and immediately sense something was happening, something off. Something…dangerous.

A zapping sound in the sky caught him by surprise. His eyes widening as he looks up to see the familiar figure of one of the aliens.

Krang Prime.

He had returned. Donned in his armor that gave him the ability to walk on two legs, give him a larger, spiky and taller body, claws and metallic tail. The singular vermilion glowing eye was enough to give anyone nightmares.

And that was terrifying.

Hide! Gotta hide…!

He runs away, he didn’t want Prime to see him. He didn’t want to be tortured again.

“What?!”

Krang Prime sounded flabbergasted, it was enough to make the one running stop and look up in confusion. He narrowed his eyes to try and see better. At first it was hard to tell, but he saw how Krang Prime turns away to head back to the portal, but then a small figure was grabbing at him, pulling at Prime's face to stop him from reaching the portal that they came from.

This stranger, whoever they were, was fighting Prime.

Then the portal snaps shut, the Technodrome was cut in two. He didn’t even notice that the ship was being pulled back into the prison dimension until now. The figure that came through the portal with Prime eventually lets him go. The other half of the Technodrome falling around them and crashing back down to the ground.

He had to flee so he wouldn’t get crushed. Picking up the pace he dove behind an upturned rock and hid. He placed his hands over his ears to cover the loud bangs and thumps from the split Technodrome. He closed his eyes in panic.

He then heard a grunt. One that he hasn’t heard before. Hesitantly he opened his eyes to see what was going on, peeking out from the rock to stare ahead.

Prime and the stranger had landed on the ground not far from the one that was hiding away from danger. Prime was looking up at the sky, pupils small and enraged. The stranger had skidded across the floor and collided into a larger rock that was pointing upwards. He was clearly hurt and didn’t move a muscle, but he was alive.

It was hard to tell, but he saw red and yellow markings and green skin on the newcomer. Was that a shell too he saw?

He wanted to go over and check to declare if his eyes were playing tricks on him but the moment he twitched his leg to move, Prime turns, his pink fleshed face that was embedded in the abdomen of his armour twisting in anger as he scowls at the mysterious outsider that thwarted his plans.

“You…”

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So…how are we all feeling based on the prologue—

I have this story posted on my quotev and on my Ao3 account.

Your free to submit fanart/animations or if you just wanna ask and know more about this story and my other rottmnt story.

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