#OC Winter Ball 2022

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Princess Aeri’drae is ready to attend @faebelina’s OC Winter Ball!

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Sandman Masterlist

Started: December 18th, 2022

Morpheus X OC, Morpheus x Reader

Bounded

Prologue

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2. Morpheus

Chapter 3. Accident

Chapter 4. Dreams and Nightmares

Chapter 5. Feelings

Chapter 6. Uninvited guests

Final chapter. Hope

The power of love

Prologue

Day 1. You had me at hello.  

Day 2. I don’t know you, but I want to

Day 3. Two broken souls

Day 4. The beginning of something new

Day 5. Warmer in the winter with you

Day 6. Baby, it’s cold outside

Day 7. My true love gave to you

Day 8. Last Christmas I gave you my heart

Day 9. Time to fall in love

Day 10. The most wonderful time of the year

Day 11. You’re mean one, Mr.Grinch

Day 12. I won’t freeze you out

Day 13. Crazy for Christmas

Day 14. Let it snow

Day 15. Let it go

Day 16. Sing for my life

Day 17. Every day is Christmas with you by my side

Day 18. Snowflake

Day 19. Just like Christmas

Day 20. You make it feel like Christmas

Day 21. Jingle bells

Day 22. Stay another day

Day 23. Underneath the Christmas lights

Day 24. Christmas Eve

Day 25. Everything I want for Christmas is you

Final chapter. Happy New Year

Dreamwalker

Prologue

Chapter 1. Into the Dreaming

Chapter 2. Discovering the power

Chapter 3. Lord Morpheus

Chapter 4. You are not alone

Chapter 5. Emotions

Chapter 6. The heart’s desire

Chapter 7. Keep my heart safe

Epilogue

Tale as old as time

Prologue

Day 1. Arrival

Day 2. In the light of new day

Day 3. Mystery

Day 4. The flower

Day 5. Healing

Day 6. A sudden guest

Day 7. Butterflies and confessions

Day 8. Pay back

Day 9. Deep inside my heart

Day 10. The ball and the escape

Day 11. Home is a place where your heart is

Final chapter. The words of love

Cat of dreams

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Last chapter

The god of dreams

Part 1. The greek vocation. Chapter 1.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Final chapter

Witch's love

Chapter 1. A long time ago

Chapter 2. Old flame of love

Chapter 3. I still care

Final chapter. You won't be alone.

The Labyrinth of dreams

Chapter 1. King of goblins

Chapter 2. King of nightmares

Chapter 3. A world beyond

Chapter 4. Heart’s decision

Chapter 5. Where your loyalty lies

Chapter 6. The ball

Chapter 7. You have no power over me

Final chapter. Happy ending

In the dark

Chapter 1. Unexpected guest

Chapter 2. The beginning of something new

Chapter 3. The mistake

Chapter 4. Through the fairy woods

Chapter 5. The fairy realm

Chapter 6. Confrontation

Chapter 7. Trials

Chapter 8. Looking for the fern flower

Chapter 9. Final task

The final chapter. A win of true love

[greenxprof]

NAME: Leo

PRONOUNS : he/him or woof/woofs

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : tumblr messages at first, discord after we're close enough

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Green Oak, Leowes(@wesnatcher) are the active ones rn

BEST EXPERIENCE : Talking about tumblr specifically, I had sooo much fun during the Halloween Events we had here. I had an absolute blast seeing everyone costumes, the ball, fighting the gmax gorgeist...

Back in twt it was the Reguri Wedding with Kyle Red, which believe it or not TWO arceus attended, Spectrier Event in 2022 Halloween, and a thread with my bestie about Green asking their oc's hand in marriage while in a cute romantic boat date.

Maybe I should also mention that I got to play my first dnd campaign with friends I made here in tumblr and that was certainly one of if not the best experience of my life heehee

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : Hard question because I operate on auto for most of my life but forcing anything onto my muse. Sexual or violent. And, this never happened, but acting weird or saying weird things about Green's gender.

As for things I dislike even before writing with someone are simply not properly crediting the art you use if it's not yours. Or having a bunch of rules that are basically telling me I need to write a 20k words every reply for us to be mutuals and be extremely serious about roleplaying. Aside from the chronic brain fog I have, this is a hobby and supposed to be fun, not work!

Besides, English is not my first language and that means reading pages and pages of it certainly gives me a headache.

MUSE PREFERENCES: snarky sassy and gay. or cute creature.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Both!! I'll admit though I'm often not in the mental state for elaborate plots. I'm happy with memes and small spontaneous interactions until we're both comfortable with each other and can plot easy and nice :)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Depends on the thread of course. Plot-heavy and serious threads require long replies but it's not like I ask you to match. Specially when Green speaks way too many paragraphs.

I feel like it's important to say that I have only had very introductory english classes in middle school. Everything else I learnt through rping and playing games in english. So it's possible sometimes my grammar is all over the place or I might not properly understand what you wrote.

I'd love if you explained to me if I wrote something wrong, kindly of course :3

BEST TIME TO WRITE : everyday at night! once autumn and winter comes to brazil I'll write the whole day, it's because it's so hot in the afternoon I cannot think HAHA

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : Like Green? Oh absolutely. Except for the smart part, I am pretty much him. Like Leowes? Not really. I wish I was a handsome rogue though.

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Sorto in fancy winter wear for the OC Winter Ball 2022.

[existslikepristin]

Masterlist

Everything (currently) listed is smut.

For reference:

* = The Lounge "continuity"

x = Characters depicted together in explicit stuff

My very organized bias list

My EVEN MORE organized current projects list

Some rules for contextualizing my thoughts on requests

New addition to the masterlist: Other places on the internet you can find my writing/me in general. https://linktr.ee/existslikepristin

Gfriend

What A... Bummer* Eunha x Yerin x Male Reader Insert

Movie Night* SinB x Eunha x Male Reader Insert

Stay On Script (Collab)* futa!Eunha x Jihyo (Twice)

Hold the Creamer Please* futa!Eunha x Seunghee (CLC)

A Quick Fix* Sowon x Male OC

A Two On One Match* Eunha x SinB x Male OC

Getting Steamy* (Ch 1 / Ch 2) Yerin x Male OC

Fancam, Basically* (Ch 1 / Ch 2 is WIP) SinB x ???

Dreamcatcher

Sounds* Gahyeon x Siyeon, Yoohyeon x Rando Dude

Kinktober Week 1* Gahyeon x Jiu

Kinktober Week 2* Gahyeon x Jane (Momoland)

Kinktober Week 3* Gahyeon x Eunchae (DIA) x ?!?!?!

Kinktober Week 4* Gahyeon x Yooa (Oh My Girl)

Kinktober 2022* Gahyeon x Heejin (Loona)

CLC

Hold the Creamer Please* Seunghee x futa!Eunha

Activated My Trap Card* Seungyeon x Eunbin x Yeeun x Male Reader Insert

G-Idle

Definitely Real Medicine* Yuqi x Male Reader Insert

Escape From Paboland* Shuhua x Gender Unspecified Reader

Bullyjin Soojin x Yuqi (Part of the Bullyrene setting)

Aespa

Get To Blow You* Winter x futa!Karina, Winter x Monsta X

Mamba Class* Winter x futa!Karina x Giselle x Ningning in some combination

Red Velvet

Yexercise* Yeri x Male Reader Insert

Bullyrene Irene x all the trigger warnings

Impromptu Review* Joy x Sunny (SNSD)

King of the Beasts* Seulgi & Yeri vs Ryujin & Yeji (Itzy)

Loona

Please, No Virginity Puns* Choerry x Male Reader Insert

The Looney Bunch* Haseul x Male Reader Insert

Professional Language* Choerry x Male Reader Insert

Churchgirleum Yawjinius* Yeojin x futa!Choerry/Haseul/Heejin/Hyunjin/Jinsoul

Purple Kiss

The Cutest Duckling* Swan x Unfortunately Nobody

Irehdiated* Ireh x Male Reader

WJSN

Yeo Reum is Our Reum Yeoreum x Male OC

Royal Cheek* Dayoung x Gender Unspecified Reader Insert

Secret Number

Salon Erotique* Soodam x Futa Reader Insert

Lovelyz

Bare Attack* Sujeong x Male Reader x Sua (Pixy) x Rina (Weki Meki)

Pixy

Bare Attack* Sujeong (Lovelyz) x Male Reader x Sua x Rina (Weki Meki)

Summon* Lola x Gender Unspecified Reader

Weki Meki

Bare Attack* Sujeong (Lovelyz) x Male Reader x Sua (Pixy) x Rina

Itzy

King of the Beasts* Ryujin & Yeji vs Seulgi & Yeri (Red Velvet)

Queen of the Ball(s)* Lia solo

Everglow

Breaking Geneva* EU x Male Reader

Soloists (don't have a good picture for this yet)

Toys (Kinktober) Bibi x Male OC (co-written with worldsover)

Not quite fics, but still stuff that I want to keep track of somewhere

Karina Appreciation, the Satan & eyesight one

Dayoung Appreciation, the buffet one Tumblr deleted

Purple Kiss' tendencies toward domming/subbing

Exceptionally nerdy shit

Joy x Hayoung x Yerin vignette

Karina x Irene

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If I Go, I'm Goin' On Fire - Part 1 (Rick Flag x OC)

Summary: Delphia's eyes have gone white and no one can make it stop.

Pairing: Rick Flag x OC / Squad Family & OC (Delphia Holman)

Word Count: 3825

Warnings: ANGST, coma mention, missing person mention, language, i am so sorry

Timeline: April 2022

if i go masterlist

A/N: I am mega nervous to post this. It's different from anything I've ever written and I hope that you guys like what I'm doing with this little universe I've made.

Abner’s entire childhood was spent in a lab being poked and prodded. And then as soon as he was free from one prison he was thrown into another. So it was no wonder that now that he was out — really and truly free — he loved being outside. Reading in the gazebo, hanging out with Harley dishing gossip in the treehouse, helping Cleo find wildflowers to make into beautiful bouquets.

And so, that fateful morning, when Delphia asked for his help in pulling weeds from the flower beds out front, he jumped at the opportunity to spend a few hours in the sun. Abner felt his entire world brighten when Delphia smiled thankfully at him. He didn’t see his mother when he looked at Delphia. All he saw was red hair and kind blue eyes and more motherly affection than the woman who raised him ever showed. He was so grateful to her and Rick for everything they had done for him and the rest of the squad. For giving them a place to live. For helping them all find jobs. For making them feel like a family.

It really was just like a family.

It was warm and comforting and he didn’t dread walking through the front door at the end of the day. He longed for it even. He longed to be in that house with those people. Eating warm meals around the dinner table, playing far too intense board games, and listening to Rick and DuBois yell at their favorite sports teams.

And it was the happiest Abner had ever been in his entire life.

“Alright, where do you need me to start?” he asked as he walked out onto the front sidewalk.

Delphia stood in front of the azalea bushes, trowel in hand. But when he spoke to her she didn’t respond. She didn’t move or even turn her head to look at him. Only continuing to stare into the white paneling of the house in front of her.

Abner came closer to her with an unsure smile. “Hey d’you here me? I’m ready to start working.”

Still, she didn’t answer. Even though he was right beside her. Concern fell over him as the first snow of winter as he reached out to touch her shoulder. He had to force her body to turn and look at him — pushing her shoulder away.

“Oh, God!” Abner yelped, jumping away from her with a spastic flail of his hands.

Her eyes. All white and unblinking. He’d only seen her like that one another time. It was freaky then and it was terrifying now.

Because the first time he had known the purpose of her using her Sight as she liked to call it. She’d done it with a nod and a mischievous wink the night before his job interview. Her eyes going white so she could tell him all the questions that were going to be asked of him. But now — but now with her eyes like that, it didn’t feel helpful or mischievous. It felt wrong and ominous and Abner had to wonder what reason she could possibly have for looking into the future right now.

“Right, okay — what — what does Rick do when you’re like this?” Abner mumbled to himself. Then he snapped his fingers in front of Delphia’s face a few times and said, “Hey, Dee, you still here? You can…Come out now?”

That didn’t work.

“It’s me — Abner. Er….We gotta get weed-eating so if you could just stop doing that now that’d be cool.”

Still, there was no change. An iron ball of dread sunk low into his stomach.

Oh, God.

He took hold of her shoulders and shook her softly. His voice cracked with a fear he hadn’t felt since the experimentation of his youth. “Dee?”

Delphia’s blank face only stared back at him. White eyes unblinking and unchanging and terrifying. His breath trembled from him as he searched her for any sign. Any sign that she was there. That she was going to pull herself out. And he couldn’t find one.

He dashed back inside, desperately hoping that someone else was home.

Harley sat on her bed — Looney Tunes playing in the background and a nearly finished collage in her lap. Filled with pictures she had taken from the girl’s trip into town where they tried on all those wedding dresses. She smiled as she glued on one last flower clipped from a magazine she’d dug out of the trash behind her work. It’s amazing what people will just throw away. Perfectly good magazines, purses, an assortment of knives that she hadn’t told Rick or Delphia about.

But that didn’t matter. What mattered right now was the collage and where she was going to hide it until the bachelorette party she was planning. Delphia deserved a day off from working around the house and one last night out before she tied the knot. And Harley was planning the perfect day. Filled with massages and bar hopping and going ax throwing. Harley was most excited about the ax throwing and the pedicures. Mostly the ax throwing.

It felt good — to be entrusted with something like this. Harley nearly cried when Delphia asked her to plan it. That was something a friend did — maybe even family. And Delphia put all her faith in her with a knowing smile and a confidence that made Harley feel that much more confident in herself. Harley had never felt this before. This sort of unconditional love. Not with the orphanage, definitely not with Mr. J. It could only be found here in this house with these people and there was no way she was going to let it go. Not for anything in this world.

“Help!” Abner screamed from downstairs, “Is anyone home? Please — I need some help!”

Harley instantly jumped from her bed, tossing the collage aside, and bolted down the stairs. Abner stood in the foyer with crazed eyes and his hands wringing themselves into knots.

She hopped from the last step and said, “Hey, Pokey, what’s got your panties all in a twist, huh?”

“Oh, thank God. It’s — It’s Dee,” he stuttered, throwing his thumb over his shoulder, “We — We were supposed to work in the front garden but….She’s stuck — “

“Stuck where? Like Winnie the Pooh?” Harley cackled, “Now this I gotta see!”

“Wait, Harley, not like that — “ Abner began but it was too late.

There was no stopping her now. If Delphia was stuck halfway through a window or in a badger hole or something, Harley was absolutely going to see it and take millions of photos of it and then remind her of this occasion for the rest of time. A fun moment they could share for a lifetime. When they were old and grey on the private island they owned, sipping margaritas (What? A girl could dream.). She didn’t need any more information before she yanked open the front door and stepped outside.

But it felt like she’d been doused with ice water when she saw her.

“Why didn’t you say she was stuck like that?” Harley asked when Abner came to stand beside her.

“I tried to,” he hissed, “I’ve tried snapping in her ears, talking to her, shaking her — she won’t pull herself out of it.”

Harley chuckled nervously — a coping mechanism to make herself feel less scared. No. She wasn’t scared. Not at all. Her friend was going to be fine. Just fine. “Nothin’ to worry about, Pokey! You just give Flag a call and I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, totally!” She shooed him away with a finely practiced grin. “I got this!”

When Abner had disappeared around the corner with his phone to his ear Harley took a deep breath as she came face to face with Delphia. It was spooky looking into those eyes. Eyes that she knew saw everything and yet nothing while she was like that. At first, Harley thought her power was cool. Always gouding her about which lottery ticket would win her millions at the gas station or if she should begin her day with cereal or oats in order for the rest of it to go well. But the more she talked with Delphia, the more she began to realize that that power was always going to feel like a burden and never a gift. She stopped joking about it once Delphia admitted to her what her job had really been with Waller.

“Allright, doll, I’m really sorry about this,” Harley sighed.

Then she slapped Delphia across the face. So hard it even hurt her own hand. She watched, lip caught on her black painted lip, as Delphia’s cheek reddened. But her eyes never once changed. Not even a glimmer or a waver in the whiteness over them. Panicking, Harley slapped her other cheek. There was still no change. Just her face pointing the other direction and now both cheeks pinked in the shape of her hand.

“Dee?” Harley took hold of her face and shook it around gently. “This ain’t a time for playin’ games. You gave Abner and me a good scare — so you can stop now. Very funny. S’a good prank.”

Harley had never hated more to be met with complete and total silence.

“Dee, baby?”

Abner jogged back around the corner. “Rick’s not answering his phone.”

“Shit,” Harley pushed out through clenched teeth. She wasn’t exactly the leader type. But right now, Delphia needed her. So she pulled the trowel from her hand and threw it on the ground. “Try him again. Let’s just get her inside for now.”

Nanaue kept to himself most of the time. His bedroom was quite literally the pool. It reminded him of the ocean where he grew up. But he enjoyed having visitors. He enjoyed people dipping their toes in and talking to him. Playing games. Eating food inside.

Friends. No. Family.

Delphia taught him that. That they were his family now. He liked that most of all.

So when he saw, over the edge of the pool, Abner and Harley toss Delphia onto the couch unceremoniously he bristled. The red haired woman was never like that. She was always awake and graceful and warm. She always smiled and waved at him through the window and offered him snacks. Was something wrong with her? Was something wrong with his family?

Concern, such an unfamiliar emotion for Nanaue, manifested itself in a white hot anger instead.

He rose from the pool as a Lovecraftian horror and dashed towards the sliding glass door. He didn’t even take the time to open it, he simply crashed his head through the glass and muscled his way through the frame. Bending it all out of shape and cutting his skin in his hurry to get inside.

“Family!” he shouted at Delphia, huffing and puffing.

Harley and Abner stared at him for a moment as they adjusted Delphia’s limbs to lay comfortably on the couch. They didn’t understand. Delphia would’ve understood. She always did. With another huff he tried to get closer to her, but Harley instantly got up and put her hands on his chest to stop him.

“Woah, woah, big guy — easy,” she said.

“Want to…” Nanaue couldn’t find the words. There were so many. “Help!”

“That’s very sweet, but — “ Harley looked back over her shoulder at Delphia and sighed. “But I don’t think this is something any of us can help with.”

Nanaue growled. Fine. He couldn’t help. But something was wrong. That much he was sure of. So instead, he stomped around to the other side of the couch and sat down on the floor. His large head sticking out over the top so he could see everything that was going on — so he could see if anything changed with Delphia.

“Stand guard,” he told Harley and Abner.

The white hot anger was gone. Finally understanding that concern laid on him like an oil spill. Thick and suffocating.

“Flag’s still not answering?” Harley said.

“No,” Abner replied, “Maybe we should try your phone?”

Cleo furrowed her brow as she stepped through the broken back door. She had only been gone for twenty minutes. Roaming the woods behind their house and picking wild flowers as she went. But now Nanaue was sitting guard behind the couch, Harley and Abner were bickering worriedly, and Delphia was laying there — unblinking white eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s going on?” Cleo asked as she stepped further into the living room.

“It’s um — “ Harley tried to say, tears shining in her eyes as she cleared her throat and tried again. “It’s Dee. She — She won’t come out of her Sight. And — And we don’t know what ta do.”

She shrugged with a half formed smile. Cleo’s brow buckled in even further as she set down the small bouquet she had gathered and edged closer to Delphia.

“Have you — “

“We’ve tried everything.” Harley shook her head with a quivering lip. “We’ve tried everything.”

Cleo turned back to look at Harley. Then to Abner. Nanaue. She had never seen any of them look so scared before. So worried. It felt like a balloon was filling in her chest. Forcing all the air out and making everything too tight. She’d felt something similar when she found her father dead in that alley all those years ago. Was someone else going to die now?

Abner took the phone away from his ear with a frustrated shout. “We’re trying to call Rick now — but he won’t answer. What the hell is he doing?”

“Him and Robert are interrogating a suspect for that missing persons case,” Cleo answered, eyes glued to Delphia.

She didn’t want to lose another family.

“Shit you’re right,” Abner groaned.

“Dee told me what it was like once,” Cleo said, coming up to the couch and sitting on the ground beside it, “She said….It was like her entire self is transported somewhere else. But she can still sense what’s going on in the present.”

She took hold of Delphia’s hand and interlaced their fingers. Holding onto her tight. Sebastian, squeaking sadly, crawled down from her shoulder and came to rest on Delphia’s abdomen.

“She needs to know that we’re there for her.”

DuBois hated to admit it, but Flag was better at interrogations than he was. Flag had more patience and experience. But did he seriously have to take over for him with such a smug ass look on his face? They had bagged the suspect in town and brought them to the office they had been renting out. At first, they were unwilling to talk about what happened that day six months ago. Bur right now, with Flag listening intently and DuBois standing by the door in case they tried to run, they were singing like a bird. Giving loads of helpful information for their case.

Maybe they would find this missing kid after all.

And just as the suspect was getting to the good part, DuBois' phone vibrated in his pocket. He groaned as he fished it out of his jeans. It was a call from Krill. The fuck did he want? With a face he silenced the call and focused back on the interrogation. But then his phone started vibrating again. So he silenced it again. And again. And again. Until finally —

DuBoi stepped out into the hallway with a groan and answered the phone. “The fuck you want Krill — we’re in the middle of somethin’ ‘ere?”

“Oh, thank God!” Krill answered back, “You answered!”

“You have thirty seconds before I hang up.”

“Please, don’t. We’ve been trying to call Rick for the past hour but he wouldn’t answer. It’s Delphia. She went into her Sight and won’t come back out — or can’t bring herself out. We’re not sure. We — We’ve tried everything but nothing’s working. We’re starting to get worried.”

“Shit,” DuBois sighed, “Who’s we?”

“Everybody. The whole team.”

“Alright. We’ll be there in twenty.” DuBois hung up the phone and sighed again. Long and hard.

He would never admit this to anyone, ever, but he liked Delphia. She was a bit of a hard-ass. But she was loving and kind and treated his kid well when she was around. What more is that she cared about him. Actually cared about Robert DuBois. Ex-assassin and gun for hire. And it was never about what he could do for her or some burdensom responsibility. It was only out of the goodness of her heart and that made DuBois snear and soften all at the same time.

The door to the office opened and Flag stepped out with a satisfied grin. “Alright, they last saw Benny down at the quarry — but he was leaving in a red pick-up. And — what?”

DuBois watched as Flag’s face fell — brow furrowed and lips turned in a frown. His face must have been saying more than he realized. Fuck.

“DuBois, what’s goin’ on?”

“It’s Dee, man. She’s in trouble.”

The man was built like a fridge and DuBois was always impressed with the way he could haul ass when need be. But he had never seen Flag move that quickly before. His eyes widened for a split second before he was running down the hallway and towards the door to the parking lot. DuBois followed after him nearly as quickly, leaving the suspect in their office alone and confused.

Once the door was opened he saw Flag already at the Jeep, tugging at the locked doors angrily. Oh, shit. DuBois yanked the keys out of his pocket.

“Oi! I’ve got’em!”

Flag caught the keys he tossed easily and practically dove into the driver’s seat. DuBois barely had time to slide into the vehicle beside him before he was peeling out of the parking lot.

“You know what’s wrong?” Flag asked as he drove, grip on the steering wheel tight and focus unwavering.

On the country roads, he was even going too fast for DuBois’ tastes.

“Krill said something about ‘er bein’ stuck in her Sight. They’ve tried everythin’ to pull her out but nothin’s worked.”

“Shit,” Flag hissed with a smack to the steering wheel.

“This eva happened before?”

“Er — When she’s panicking, yeah. But I don’t….Shit. I was able to pull her out of it then. Did they say how long she’s been like that?”

“‘Bout an hour.”

Flag coughed as he adjusted in his seat. Fingers flicking from the steering wheel to rubbing his forehead to picking at his jeans to adjusting the air temperature. There was something more going on here. DuBois just knew it. He could see on Flag’s face the panic, the fear, the tears that were glossing over his eyes.

“You said you’ve done it before, yeah?” DuBois spoke encouragingly.

“Yeah, but…It’s different now.”

DuBois narrowed his eyes. “Different how?”

Flag’s eyes shifted from the road for a split second to glance at his partner. Then he sighed, fingers tapping nervously against the leather wheel. He sighed again. Nervous. He didn’t want to say. DuBois opened his mouth to tell him to forget it.

But then Flag said, “Dee’s pregnant.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” That was not what DuBois was expecting. “How long you guys known?”

“Twelve weeks.”

“A whole three months?” DuBois asked incredeliously, “And you haven’t told anyone?”

“We were waitin’ for the right time.” Flag shrugged, a bit distracted but still tense. “Her parents know at least.”

DuBois nodded, then he sighed dramatically. “Shit — gonna have to move out now. Babies are annoyin’ as shit.”

Flag chuckled as he turned onto the back road that they lived on.

DuBois really hoped that Delphia and that baby were okay.

An eerie, heavy sort of silence filled the house as Rick Flag walked through the front door. The sun was nearly set and the lights were off. There wasn’t the smell of food from the kitchen or soft folk music playing from the speakers. This didn’t feel like his home. Didn’t feel like the place where he felt the most loved, the most at peace, the most relaxed. Because he knew, in the back of his mind, Delphia wasn’t really there.

Everyone looked up at him like their savior when he stepped into the living room. But it only succeeded in making him feel all the more helpless.

A deep terror, like a bullet to the gut, hit him when his eyes landed on Delphia. Laying flat on her back, fire red hair sprawled out on a crooked pillow, eyes — oh, God her eyes. Hollow and solely white and terrible. No one said anything as Rick took her into his arms. They all hung on bated breath, waiting for a miracle. He sat down on the couch, Delphia in his lap with her head against his chest. With a trembling breath, he spread his hand over the slight swell of her belly.

Was it really only yesterday? Yesterday, that she had turned to him from the full-length mirror, shirt hitched up under her armpits, to tell him that her bump had finally popped. Her smile had been joyous and warm and bright. Her eyes blue, crystalline, and filled with a love he never thought he could have. That he never deserved.

Rick squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, against the fear, as he gripped the back of her neck gently. He held her ear to his chest, trying to calm the heavy beating of his heart.

He really wished everyone wasn’t watching.

“Dee? Baby girl?” he whispered softly, “Listen to my heart, okay? Listen to the beat of it.”

And then he waited. Hoping, praying, that this would work. She had never been under for this long. Not that he could remember. And with each passing moment where nothing seemed to change he felt his heart hammer against his ribcage. Forcing his lungs to work overtime, to flutter uncomfortably in his chest. His grip on her tightened. Tears he felt betrayed by and terrified of slipped past his hard exterior.

“Dee,” he tried again, his voice thick with emotion as he spoke into her hairline, “Please come back to me — please.”

Nothing.

He took hold of her hand and gripped it tight against her abdomen. “Come on, baby girl, the squad needs you. The baby needs you. I need you.”

Her eyes remained white and unfazed.

A noise, choked with sorrow and grief and the fear that consumed him, slipped past Rick’s lips as he pressed his forehead into Delphia’s. Hadn’t she told him once, that this was her greatest fear? Ending up just like her mother — stuck in the future while her body withered away?

“Oh, God, please no,” he whispered, “Not her. Not her.”

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[starcaiivn]

about me!

hi! i’m caro (he/she) and… i figured it’d be a good idea to be more organized on this account especially since i’m going to be more active (knock on wood!)

i’m eighteen & my pronouns are he/she but i also do not care what pronouns you use because i’m good with anything :) currently i am in college and majoring in art history & minoring in euro studies and anthropology. which means that as much as i want to draw and write and be active in general, it might be a bit hard especially because i’m always doing something while at school. however, my breaks are coming up (thanksgiving break in november & winter break in december for a whole month!) so you’ll definitely be seeing more of me soon (even if you don’t want to😈).

also, in case you care to know, i’m a pisces sun, sag moon, and gemini rising & an estp 7w8🦾 so do with that what you will <3

i follow back & reply to messages from the main (but also here!): @aphrcditeee

what to expect:

multifandom because my brain is always all over the place when it comes to media i want to produce content for

i’ll post sketchbook doodles/drawings, digital drawings, any type of media really (i just have to get around to doing it…)

big surprise here is i will be getting back into writing (hopefully) (i’ll expand on this more in another post)

i will probably Not shut the fuck up about my ocs. and i have Many of them. (might make a sideblog dedicated to all of them & their info and shit like that)

things to consider:

this is a safe space! i want everyone to feel comfortable here, but my comfort goes above everyone else’s

as of right now (10/16/2022) this blog is minor friendly but i will obviously say otherwise if i feel the need to

i will be talking a lot… like a Lot a Lot like this is my diary a lot (i don’t even have a diary…)

i said this blog is minor friendly but beware because i swear a lot🫶

common decency rules:

please don’t repost any of my works - my writing, my art, like. just don’t.

however, you Can reblog & use my art as icons/headers WITH PROPER CREDIT! aka just saying that your icon/header art was done by @skyguypng

don’t be a fucking asshole. like the one ask i got about ‘being excited about a racist adaption’ (aka amc’s interview with a vampire). like don’t be fucking stupid and racist and annoying. i don’t take that shit lightly

i say don’t be an asshole, but that applies to me too. if you think i said something super outlandish or kinda fucked up or i reblogged something that isn’t right, send me a message thru asks or privately. i’m literally eighteen (as of right now) and i don’t know the deep secrets of the universe and everything about the world, so if you think i need to learn something/know that what i did/said/reblogged was bad, please let me know. i won’t be an asshole about it and i will appreciate you so deeply <3

you can send me asks just to talk to me!!! i’d love to interact with you guys and you can message me and we can be mutuals on here or on my main @aphrcditeee :)

tags to follow that i use!:

writing tag: #author era art tag: #art era & #skyguypng art         (other tags you may see on my earlier posts are:         #druigsco art & #gvrxnscar art & #tetsusimp art) asks tag: #📨 mail! talking tag: #🗣️ never tell me the odds

& any more that i use i’ll add here!

anyways, thank you for following me and liking my art that i post and reblogging! i love reading the tags because it makes me very happy that you guys like my art fr… it’s kinda crazy. hope you enjoyed reading whatever the hell this was because i feel like i missed a lot but fuck it we ball <3

[bakugotrashpanda]

Dabi Masterlist

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Unless marked as Angst or 18+, assume fluff content GN = gender neutral, if you feel that I mislabeled something, please let me know!

Updated: 10/3/2024

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Fire, angst, 18+. Read the trigger warningsDabi stops you from making a poor decision.

Scars No one knows how you got any of your scars. It’s because you’re a klutz.

Impact, Angst // Part 2Your ex and fiancé meet.

For a Good Time, Call (18+) Should you call the number you find? Probably not.

Dabi comfort after a nightmare

Bargaining (18+) Treasure Planet AU, Part of @/thegetoufather's Into The Movieverse Collab

Masquerade You sneak your way into a masquerade ball. What happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors. (blood/noncon/death?)

Toxic (toxic, abusive relationship)

Heartbreak Feels so Good (18+) Is there a word for bad miracles? Your boyfriend takes you to an abandoned house and things go horribly wrong... or horribly right.

Tribute Hunger Games AU, Tribute!Touya x Stylist!OC They escaped the Reaping only to be pulled back in.

Au Revoir, Adieu (Angst) Your ex shows up the day after his birthday

Too Sweet (Angst) A warm up

Off the Clock (18+) You only have a short break.

Autumn Chill- Dabi x Reader (Complete) You find yourself needing a place to stay after setting an apartment on fire

Masterlist

Secrets- Dabi x Fem!Reader, Soulmate AU (Complete) Life isn’t a fairy-tale and you find your soulmate through unconventional means.

Masterlist

A Burnt Rose (Complete) You and Touya parted on bad terms. Six years later, he spots you visiting his father, a red-headed kid in tow. He’s determined to find out what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone.

Masterlist

Winter Weekend Drabbles 2022: Tradition (GN)

Winter Weekend Drabbles: Gift

Valentine’s Day Fic: Let’s Make A Bet (18+)!!Brief Spoilers? You and Dabi argue a lot.

2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge: Lights, Angst(GN) Dabi can’t seem to make time for you

2019 AFC: Christmas Present (feat. Dabi) (18+)Dabi wraps you up for Hawks.

Kinktober: Throatfucking

Kinktober: Feet (Dabi x Hawks)This is just a quick headcanon.

Kinktober: Distracted Sex

Kinktober: Orgasm Denial

Kinktober: Dirty Talk

Kinktober: BrandingNot really a continuation of Dirty Talk, but it was used as inspiration for this one.

Pint Sized Kinktober: Hate Sex

PSK: Threesome