#OC: Janessa

[shamefilledsnzblog]

A Friendly Wager

A DnD inspired fic, my first featuring this merry band of OCs. A bottle of wine is shared, resulting in an attack of the sneezes and a friendly bet. A brief introduction, though will do a proper Meet the OCs post later:

Sir Peregrine "Perry" Merriweather is a human nobleman, and "gentleman druid" who, until now, has never left the city. He's fascinated by all things fungal, is quite sickly and fragile, and is allergic to life in general.

Janessa Brightburn is a gnome artificer, and rather a messy little beast. She suffers from a constant runny nose, and is rather unrefined in managing it, and will almost certainly feature in a later fic.

These nerds and long-time friends are having their first adventure together in the Underdark, and to improve their chances of survival, they have hired drow shadow monk Talavin. She's a hardened young woman who fled her house to make her way alone. She's pretty sure her two charges are going to die. And she is absolutely not growing fond of them in the slightest. Nope. Not at all.

The wine, Talavin assured herself, meant nothing.

She trekked back to camp, the pilfered bottle under her arm. In scouting the area before the party turned in for the night, she had run into a pair of fellow drow. Members of House Zaurret. Her own former house. The pair had not been eager to greet her as a sister, and the scuffle that followed had been swift, brutal, and efficient. By the time it was over, Talavin was richer by a handful of gold, and a surprisingly good vintage of mushroom wine.

She was also sporting some nasty scrapes across her knuckles, that Perry would almost certainly insist on tending to. Perhaps assuming her constitution and pain tolerance to be as terrible as his, he was always quick to offer to tend to even the smallest scrape. Understandable, wanting the party’s guide and protector to remain in good condition, but insulting nonetheless.

It wasn’t the only kindness the man tended to offer. Every morning, without fail, he would try to get her to accept a cup of tea. He attempted to draw her into conversations and card games. When he relieved her after her watch each night, he was always quick to point out that the night was cold, and would she like an extra blanket?

His gnome companion, Janessa, was equally generous, if less refined. More than once she had tried to drag Talavin over to the fire to join in a discussion, urging her to smile and relax a little. She had begged to show her the various inventions she tinkered with, and was forever asking if there was anything Talavin wanted made or mended.

Soft surface dwellers, whose kindness would have been beaten out of them in House Zaurret. Talavin had no use for it. And when she had picked up the wine, and her first thought was that it might delight them, it was nothing at all to do with gratitude.

The camp had been set up when she returned, with a fire burning merrily, Janessa tinkering with her gadgets beside it, and Perry writing the day’s observations in his journal. When Talavin presented the bottle, Perry’s delighted smile didn’t touch her in the slightest.

“Mushroom wine? I’ve heard of it, but never had an opportunity to try it! That’s terribly kind of you!”

He examined the bottle with his usual fascination for all things fungal, before noticing Talavin’s hands.

“Oh dear! I take it there was some trouble? You really must let me clean and dress those scrapes, they look quite nasty!”

Talavin dodged away as he reached for her hand, taking her place by the fire instead.

“If you think a scratch like this is going to do me in, I really don’t know why you bothered to hire me. Perhaps you might find some brutish ogre less delicate. Enjoy your wine.”

Janessa, busily tightening a screw on some bizarre looking gadget, sniffed and wiped her perpetually running nose on her sleeve, looking up from her work as Talavin sat down.

“You know it’s not because he thinks you’re weak, right? It’s just nice to have the little things taken care of. You can drop the tough act with us!”

Perry joined them at the fireside, taking three goblets from his pack.

“At least have a drink with us? To celebrate a successful day?”

Talavin pushed the offered goblet back, shaking her head.

“The wine is for you. I don’t drink on duty.”

Perry sighed, but didn’t press any further, instead pouring two glasses and passing one to Janessa. He held his own under his nose, sniffing curiously. Janessa giggled, and elbowed Talavin in the ribs.

“Oh, this is always fun! Up for a friendly wager?”

Talavin arched an eyebrow.

“On what, exactly?”

“Well, you’ve seen how Perry tends to get the sneezes from… Well, practically everything? Wine sets him off like clockwork! Never seen a fit of less than three! So, how many, do you think? Five silver says nine!”

Perry gave a huff of annoyance, and shot Janessa a look of fond exasperation.

“Hardly like clockwork! Just… more often than not. And it’s not a fair wager. Talavin hasn’t seen me drink before. She doesn’t have the data you do.”

Prickling as usual at the slightest suggestion that she might be unprepared, Talavin took five silver coins from her pocket and held them up.

“My money’s on a dozen. I mightn’t have seen him sneeze from drinking, but I’ve seen him sneeze from everything else. And drow wine is strong. He won’t be prepared.”

“You’re on!”

Perry attempted to look affronted, even as his delicate nose twitched in anticipation.

“You’re both exaggerating. I doubt it will have any effect at all.”

Janessa gave a snort of laughter, accidentally expelling a little moisture from her running nose. Talavin tried not to look too revolted as the gnome wiped her permanently red nose on her sleeve.

“He says that every time. Believe me, you’re going to wish that drink came with an umbrella, like they serve at that city place I told you about!”

“At least he uses a handkerchief. The only one here who I’ve seen spray anyone is you, you vile little beast!”

Smiling fondly at their bickering, Perry took a long sip of wine. His brow furrowed, deep in thought, as he tried to identify the flavours. And, sure enough, his nose gave another twitch. He reached for one of his many volumes on Underdark fungi, opening it and beginning to scan the pages. Then, nose twitching again, he reached for his handkerchief.

Talavin fought the urge to smile.

“Well, you were right. Hurry on with it, Sir Peregrine. I want to win my wager.”

“If I don’t sneeze, neither of you win anything. And I… I won’t.”

He raised the goblet to his lips again, and nearly choked as his breath hitched mid-sip. Janessa nudged Talavin again.

“Here he goes! Sorry in advance for taking your money. He’s right, I’ve got more data, and nine is his average.”

“He’s been sneezing half the day from spores. He’s primed to go longer.”

“That’s quite enough from… from both… Ihh.. iehh.. from both of you! Snf! Hm. Complex flavours. Would I be right in g-ghhhuehhh-guessing nimergan? I-iiihh I believe the duergar ferment it.”  

For a moment Perry teetered on the edge, his lips parting, his eyes fluttering shut. Ever the gentleman, he raised his handkerchief and pressed it to his rapidly pinkening nose. His narrow chest swelled with one great, unsteady breath, then another…

And nothing. With a sigh of relief and a delicate dab at his nostrils, Perry gave his companions a look of teasing haughtiness.

The look lasted only a second before his nostrils flared again, and he lurched forward into his handkerchief, nearly spilling his wine.

“Iiihheeshieww! Ugh, goodness, I beg your pardon! You were right, Talavin. Strong… strong stu-hhuhh-hhuYISHOO!”

Janessa clapped her hands in delight.

“And we’re off! That’s two down!”

Perry dabbed urgently at his twitching nose, already hitching in preparation for the next sneeze. He fought valiantly to keep his composure, but there was no fighting the look of desperation as his eyes squeezed closed, his brow furrowed, and his mouth opened to gasp in breath after desperate breath.

“Ihh-hehh-hihhyehh… Ih-YESHIEW! SHIEW! Ihh-TSCHIEW! Goodness, I… snf! SNF! I can’t… I-iiyishiew!”

Janessa reached over to pat him on the shoulder.

“That’s six! Come on, three more, and you’ll be all sneezed out! See, he’s losing steam!”

Talavin folded her arms stubbornly, watching Perry rub his nose in his handkerchief. True, he seemed to have been granted a moment’s reprieve between sneezes, but his breath was still unsteady, and the urgency with which he itched at his nose promised more to come.

“A-ahh-apologies, Talavin, I know it’s rather a-ah! AH! SNF! A display. Almost over, I… I’m sure, I-iiieeehhh… IIEhhhSHIEW! SHIEWW!”

“Seven, eight… Come on, one more, buddy, and that should scratch the itch.”

“YISHOO! Ugh… I beg your pardon!”

Janessa patted him on the back, beaming.

“That’s right, nice slow breaths, I think you got it all. Blow your nose, that’s it!”

Talavin scowled.

“Don’t try and stop him! Look at him, he clearly needs to sneeze still!”

Perry blinked at them both over his handkerchief, his blue eyes watering. He breathed heavily from the exertion of the fit, and rubbed delicately at his nose, clearly afraid of setting it off again. Seconds passed, with both Janessa and Talavin watching him intently, until he began to blush.

“Must you both stare like that? I know it’s something of a spectacle, but you’ve had your fun, and now it’s quite… Quite o-ohh-over!”

Talavin tried to be annoyed at the stab of petty triumph she felt, watching him start to hitch and pant again. Unable to help herself, she shot Janessa a smug grin.

“I told you! Primed for more!”

“Hey! Come on, Perry, you’re gonna lose me my bet! Come on, finger under your nose, sometimes that helps!”

“Don’t interfere! Let the man sneeze. Clearly he needs the relief!”

Perry pressed a finger under his nose, rubbing urgently through the handkerchief, but it was too little, too late. A deep, desperate breath, and…

“IihhhIIHSHIEW!”

“Ok, that’s ten. Come on, that has to have done it, I can still win if you stop there!”

“IihhTSHIEW! IIhh… Iiiehhh… Yehhh… Heh-iehh-ihhh-YISHOO!”

Talavin held out her hand with a triumphant smirk. Groaning, though clearly not too annoyed, Janessa passed her the coins. Perry turned away and gave his nose a careful blow, and when that didn’t trigger another outburst, a slightly longer one. When he turned back, lowering the handkerchief at last, his nose was red, his pale cheeks flushed, and several strands of blond hair had come loose from his ponytail. Still, he seemed cheerful enough, and gave Talavin a somewhat embarrassed smile.

“Congratulations. I believe that’s a win for you. Apologies for the display. And thank you for the wine, truly. It’s quite fascinating. Are you sure you won’t join us?”

Janessa picked up the spare goblet, passing it to Talavin with a questioning look. Talavin hesitated, looking from the still sniffling Perry, to the hopeful Janessa. Hesitantly, she took the goblet, holding it out for Perry to fill.

Grinning, Janessa nudged her in the ribs once more.

“Hey. Five silver says he has one more fit before the bottle’s empty!”

Talavin hid her smile with a sip of wine, watching as Perry drank more of his. That pink nose still looked in a rather delicate state…

“My money’s on three.”

“You’re on!”

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 2

@augustofwhump Day 2 iv / shock / cry for help

Masterpost

CW: dehumanization, intimate whumper, royal whumper, vampire whumpee, strong pet whump vibes, kidnapping

You've heard of hurt/comfort, now let's give it up for comfort/hurt! :D

~

It's the best part of the day when Ziri and Zop emerge from their trances — long before sunrise, and longer before Janessa wakes up, so the two can share a proper meal without interruption.

"Ah-ah," Zop puts a hand on Ziri's shoulder as he starts to enter the kitchen. "I got it. You sit down, and I'll bring it to you, alright?"

With a grateful nod, he takes a seat on the denim couch, pain shooting through his sides regardless of how careful he tries to be.

Zop gets to work pouring a denim glass of blue blood from a denim pitcher, then prepares themself a denim bowl of denim cereal and denim milk. They resist the urge to plop down into the sofa, instead sitting gently to avoid bouncing their poor brother around, and they hand him his glass before angrily digging into their own meal.

"That bitch is lucky I can't get my claws on her. YET."

"At least it was an accident. For whatever that's worth." He tiredly rolls his eyes and takes a sip of blood.

"It's worth fuckin' nothin'. I don't give a shit if it was on purpose, I give a shit that she broke your damn ribs!" They furrow their brow, a spark in their eyes. "If I didn't know better... I'd think she's gettin' more careless havin' you out there."

"...She doesn't get careless."

"Whaddya call last night, then?"

He takes a longer drink, looking at the ground. "She just... got a little angry, that's all."

"Angry enough to forget she was holdin' you, hm?"

"We can't count on her slipping up again, Zop. If anything, she'll be on the lookout for mistakes more now than ever."

"Come on, Keys. If she slipped once, it's worth thinkin' up a plan just in case it happens again, right? Just.. just for fun?"

Ziri returns Zop's pleading look with one of shame.

"...Maybe later. I'm kinda distracted by, y'know," he gestures to his side. "Taking a lot out of me."

Zop sighs sadly. "Aye. You should focus on restin' as best as you can right now."

"Thanks."

"'Course. You gonna try healing some more before or after?"

"After. I don't want to use up all my magic right now, just in case it... happens... again." He groans and buries his face in his hands, his voice strained. "I know. I know. Don't say it."

Zop doesn't have to read the flowers on his horns to pick up on his distress. They wordlessly open their arms, and he all but collapses into them with a shuddery sob. They wrap him in a secure, but gentle, hug.

"Shh, shh, shh. I'm here. It's gonna be alright."

They spend the next few hours like that, the sogginess of Zop's shitty cereal mattering far less to them than comforting Ziri. Upon hearing the telltale sounds of Janessa getting out of bed, he curls further into them with a whimper.

"I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't do it anymore."

They catch themself before offering the alternative. Even if they're trying to be selfless, the very thought of it just stresses him out more.

"This is the last day of the week she's seeing subjects, right? You just have to make it through today, and you'll have more time to recover."

Ziri gives them a look.

"...As much time as she gives you on normal days, anyway. Which is usually more."

With an exhausted sigh, Ziri slowly pushes away from Zop. "I should get ready."

"Do you need help?"

"Please."

He gestures to the crumpled denim on the floor that's marginally less uncomfortable than the others, and Zop fetches it as he undresses. A growl escapes him when they bring the demeaning outfit to him.

"This won't last forever. We'll get out of here. I promise." They offer him a small smile. "Even if we don't figure out a faster plan, we're on course to shatter this place in, what, a century?"

"Two, at this rate. Maybe three."

"Sooner than eternity, aye?"

"...Aye." He returns a weak smile of his own, takes a deep breath, and sticks out his arm for Zop. Once they've finished dressing him, he leans his head against their chest, and they wrap their arms around him once more, the two clinging to each other until he vanishes from the gem.

The first thing Ziri hears upon being summoned before Janessa is a scoff.

"Fucking.. crybaby. It can't hurt that badly. I know you can heal yourself."

He bows his head. "Forgive me, m'lady. I can only manage so much."

"Whatever. Here." She tosses a bottle at him, and he scrambles to catch it. "Drink up."

"Yes, m'lady." He downs the bottle as quickly as he can, hoping to get whatever unpleasant effects are in store for him as soon as possible, but... the only effect seems to be a substantial decrease in pain. He gives her a questioning look.

"Don't get used to it. It'd just be annoying if you were compromised as the result of an accident. We're going to move on and forget this ever happened, understood?"

He stifles the indignant laugh threatening to claw out of his throat. She can't honestly believe it's that easy.

"Of course, m'lady."

"Good boy. Now shift."

"...Yes, m'lady."

Ziri closes his eyes and lets out a weary sigh, forcibly willing himself to turn into a snake. The helplessness that comes with the form — the size, the lack of limbs — is enough to send him into a panic by now, even before Janessa reaches towards him. At least snakes can't cry.

Surprisingly, she doesn't grab him as usual. Her hand stops in front of his face.

"Arm."

Confused, he slithers onto her arm obediently. She hurriedly answers his unasked question.

"I just figured it'd be funnier to make you do it yourself since you hate being near me."

She doesn't look very amused...

...Is the one and only Empress Janessa Vurbone feeling remorse? For Ziri?

"Open."

She places a tablet on his tongue that melts into the most unpleasant blood he's ever experienced, and chuckles as he writhes in pain.

There goes that.

Regardless of her efforts to compensate by giving him far more bad "treats" than usual throughout the day, though, he still can't help but notice the uncharacteristic caution she handles him with. Not only does she hold him more loosely, but when she gets even mildly frustrated, she coincidentally has him perform a trick that keeps him out of her hands.

Gods, he wishes he could see what the actual fuck is going on in that head of hers.

As is, he can barely keep track of what's in his own, the layers of various pain and discomfort working together to turn his brain into soup. (Metaphorically, he hopes.) He tries to ground himself by paying a little more attention to his surroundings.

There's two — no, three — visitors, it seems. A large, burly elf, who seems to be in heated conversation with Janessa, a more slender elf standing by, and a pixie sitting on the slender elf's shoulder.

Is all that blood getting to his head, or does that pixie look familiar?

...Why are they looking at him like that?

Just as he starts to wonder if he should give Janessa a heads-up, the conversation shifts into a full-blown argument, even more intense than yesterday's. Janessa grits her teeth and pulls out a good treat, the glorious smell overriding whatever was going through his muddled mind, and lobs it across the room.

"Fetch."

He readily slithers towards it as fast as he can, savoring the blissful taste making everything just a little better.

His ecstasy is short-lived, however, interrupted by a firm hand around his sore abdomen. The slender elf towering above him wears an unsettling grin as they open their bag.

Too terrified to think, he telepathically screams to Janessa,

"M'LADY!"

She whips her head towards him, her eyes wider than he's ever seen them.

"Z—"

Her response is cut off the moment the bag closes over his head, leaving Ziri in a dark, empty void.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT. He is FUCKED. He's going to be in so much trouble for running off. Fuck, this isn't good. And that's assuming these strangers have mean well. If they don't...

The elf's wicked smile flashes in his mind. His breathing quickens.

"Empress Vurbone!"

The one time he wants to hear her horrid voice in his head, it's deafeningly silent.

Is the connection cut off? Just like that?

He shifts back into a satyr and hugs his knees to his chest. More to himself than anyone else, he quietly tries one last time.

"Janessa?"

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

🐻for isaac!!

Hey Troy :D

From this ask game!

🐻 In an alternate universe where whatever caused the whump didn’t happen, would they and whumper get along?

In general? No lol. Isaac can be a very cocky bastard so most people don’t get along with him. But I’ll go more into the specifics:

The Priestess: Not at all. Isaac would find her passion foolish and her beliefs drab. The Priestess would find him supremely annoying.

Kasumi: Absolutely not. She is against literally everything Isaac stands for (which is mostly senseless violence and cannibalism). And as a rule Isaac finds self-righteous types really, really grating. There is no universe where they would not try to kill each other.

Janessa: Here’s the exception because I think if Janessa didn’t try to eat him they’d be fucking awesome friends. Well awesome for them. Horrible for everyone else who is probably getting eaten by then. But cmon who can stop the aromantic murder buddies? Let them cook this last day of pride month!!!

[meowsydreams]

Bubblegum rock

Janessa belongs to twiggycute

[kira-does-art-sometimes]

Against the Sun We're the Enemy!

@whump-queen @whump-in-the-closet @shydragonrider @imnotamurdereripromise @eric-the-bmo

[msklassickilla]

Turning Tables a novella (2)

Summary: Janessa Davis lives for the drama—and she’s got a front-row seat to the wildest show on Earth: professional wrestling. As a reporter, content creator, and certified shit-stirrer, she’s earned a reputation for being the backstage wildflower everyone loves to hate (or secretly loves to love). Most of the roster can’t resist her probing questions and chaotic charm.

But the Bloodline 2.0? Oh, honey, they’d rather suplex her into next week than entertain her antics. Insults? Check. Threats? Double check. A few creative “Yo Mama” jokes? Let’s just say tensions are high, and Janessa isn’t exactly making friends.

She should probably quit while she’s ahead—but where’s the fun in that? Janessa loves playing cat-and-mouse, especially when she’s convinced she’s the cat. But someone in their camp knows the truth: she’s no predator. She’s the prey. And the Bloodline? They’re sharpening their claws.

There’s one man who might save her neck… or hang her out to dry. His loyalty is as questionable as Janessa’s filter, but he knows how far the others are willing to go to make her disappear. The real question is: how far is he willing to go to keep her alive—or keep his secrets hidden?

In a world where every feud blurs the line between fantasy and reality, Janessa’s about to learn the hard way: when the lights go out and the crowd goes home, the real monsters come out to play.

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Janessa (Nessa) Davis (OC)

Author’s Note: This begins right after the Bloodline 2.0 loses War Games ’24. I envision this happening over a certain period of time only focusing on major turning points, past and future. This is AU so it follows the timeline and certain events but not really.

Additional parts may be added..

Warning: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter Two: Lines in the Sand

Three weeks later, the Bloodline 2.0 was splintering at the seams.

The group that had once dominated the wrestling world with brutal efficiency now felt like a shadow of its former self. The loss at War Games had been the catalyst, but the real damage was happening behind the scenes. Injuries to key players had only compounded the issue. Bronson Reed’s broken foot kept him sidelined; a hulking presence relegated to the occasional crutch-supported appearance. Tonga Loa’s torn bicep had him out of action as well, though he stubbornly stayed ringside, refusing to fade into the background. The physical toll was undeniable, but the fractures within their unity were far worse.

Janessa sat perched on a production crate backstage, her phone glowing in her hand. She’d just uploaded a cryptic tweet about the Bloodline’s latest match, a bitter, hard-fought victory over a mid-card tag team that barely managed to save face. The comments were already flooding in—half amused by the team’s struggles, half viciously loyal fans defending their fall from grace.

She smirked, but it felt hollow. Chaos was her favorite kind of content, but this? This was personal. Watching them unravel struck a nerve she hadn’t expected.

A burst of angry voices from down the hall caught her attention. She slid off the crate, pocketing her phone as she moved closer, keeping to the shadows. Tama Tonga and Solo Sikoa were nose-to-nose, their argument growing louder by the second.

“You call that leadership?” Tama’s voice was venomous, his fists clenched at his sides. “We’re falling apart, Solo. You don’t see it?”

“You think you can do better?” Solo shot back, his voice like a low growl. “Last I checked, you were just as responsible for War Games as the rest of us.”

“At least I didn’t stand there playing king while the rest of us bled!” Tama’s words hit like a slap, and Solo’s expression darkened.

“Watch your mouth,” Solo warned, stepping closer. “You forget who made this team what it is.”

“What it was,” Tama corrected, his voice cutting. “We’re not the Bloodline anymore. We’re just… leftovers.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, Janessa thought Solo might actually swing at him. But instead, he turned on his heel and stormed off, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Tama exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He muttered something under his breath and started to walk in the opposite direction. Janessa stepped back into the shadows, her heart racing. She’d seen them argue before, but this felt different. The cracks were widening, and it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.

Her pulse quickened when she realized just how much she wanted to see it happen.

“Enjoying the show?”

The voice startled her, and she turned to see Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His piercing gaze pinned her in place.

“It’s hard to look away,” she said with a smirk, though her chest tightened under his scrutiny.

“You’ve got a real knack for showing up where you’re not wanted,” he said, his tone almost conversational. But there was an edge to it, a warning beneath the surface.

“Just doing my job,” she replied lightly.

Jacob pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “Your job’s gonna get you hurt one of these days.”

“Is that a threat?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No. It’s a fact.” He looked her up and down, his expression unreadable. Then he turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the corridor.

Janessa let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out, her lips curving into a smile at the name on the screen.

Tonga Loa

She answered quickly, her voice softening. “Hey.”

“You alright?” His voice was rough, but there was a warmth to it that eased some of the tension in her chest.

“I’m fine. Just… watching the fireworks.”

He sighed, and she could hear the weariness in it. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Worse than bad. Solo and Tama nearly came to blows just now. And Jacob… well, he’s got his own way of making people feel welcome.”

“Stay away from Jacob,” Tonga said quickly. “He doesn’t play games like the rest of us.”

“I can handle myself,” she said, though her voice lacked its usual bravado.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “You shouldn’t be here, Nessa. Not tonight.”

“And miss all this?” she teased, though her heart wasn’t in it. “Come on. You know me better than that.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he said softly. “This thing we’re doing… it’s dangerous. For both of us.”

She swallowed hard, her grip tightening on the phone. “You having second thoughts?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Never. But I need you to be careful. Promise me that.”

She hesitated, then nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “I promise.”

“Good. I’ll call you later.”

The line went dead, and Janessa stood there for a long moment, the weight of his words sinking in. The Bloodline 2.0 was unraveling, and she was caught in the middle of it all. She’d always loved the thrill of the game, but for the first time, she wondered if she’d gone too far.

Still, she couldn’t walk away. Not yet. The story wasn’t finished—and neither was she.

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[nightflower-stuff]

💘 OC Doodles (Fandoms/Originals) pt. 5 ♥️

[1st slide]:

• Sky Agent Teams ❣️💘:

- S.O.P.H.I.A 💓

- J.A.K.E 💙

- C.L.A.R.E❣️

Fanart gift for @/sky_agent_jake (IG)

[2nd slide]:

• Supa Strikas⚽ X Hazbin Hotel 🏨:

- Iron Tank Players as sinners 😈

Art Requests/Suggestions & Fanart gift for @/supastrikasgacha (TikTok)

[3rd, 4th & last slide]:

• Other Female OCs ❤️:

- Lilu 🍃

- Milly ❣️

- Julia🖤

- Alice 💖

- Hunter 😈

- Mireya 🦇

- Janessa 🎮

Fanart gift for @/lilu.25727, @/mani_sugar1174 (YouTube), @/melis.altun10, @/jakovleva372, @hunter_loves_ketelin, @/miir_draws (All IG) & @janessa-lapiz

Hope you like them! 💓❤️

OCs:

S.O.P.H.I.A, J.A.K.E & C.L.A.R.E (@/sky_agent_jake)

Lilu (@/lilu.25727)

Milly (@/mani_sugar)

Julia (@/melis.altun10)

Alice (@/jakovleva372)

Hunter (@/hunter_loves_ketelin)

Mireya (@/miir_draws)

Janessa ( @janessa-lapiz )

[yumekai-artz]

Yumeko (my sona) with my friend's sona

Ft. @zetaepsilon-r0y , @janessa-lapiz , @starryqueen-18

I'll do part 2 ig with more of my mutual 's OC or sona

[miercolaes]

𝙼𝙸𝙴𝚁𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙴𝚂 , an independent roleplay blog for 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚜 , influenced by 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 canon material and brought forth as an original character . selective , private , duplicate friendly and mutually exclusive .

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𝟷. main : wednesday  remains  the  deadpan ,  straight-forward ,  sadistic  and  sadomasochist  goth  babe  you  know .  the  interpretation ,  however ,  gathers  all  canon  resources,  including  the  comics  in  which  wednesday  wears  colours  without  her  skin  breaking  into  hives .

𝟸. stranger things : wednesday  remains  the  same ,  she  still  has  her  psychic  abilities  although  they  don't  come  up  as  often .  instead ,  she  does  dabble  in  magic ,  particularly  black  magic .  she's  an  outcast  but  above  all ,  she's  looking  for  trouble  just  as  trouble  is  looking  for  her .

𝟹. hoegwarts : wednesday's  a  halfblood  –  her  father's  a  muggle  and  her  mother's  a  brilliant  witch .  the  sorting  hat  puts  her  in  slytherin  because  of  her  pride ,  self-respect ,  resourcefulness  and  determination .  there  wasn't  a  single  doubt  as  the  hat  was  placed  on  her  head  in  her  first  year after the catastrophies she's made at her previous school , ilvermorny .

𝟺. fantasy : wednesday  has  inherited  visions  from  her  mother  and  she  is  an  oracle .  however ,  she  is  possessed  by  an  unknown  spirit,  possibly  a  demon ,  so  expect  the  demon  to  slip  by  every  now  and  then . the  spirit  is  a  trickster  and  will  try  to  mess  with  both  wednesday  and  your  muse .  for  context ,  think  of  this  spirit  as  the  symbiote  venom ,  only  that  it's  less  funny  and  can  only  use  wednesday's  body  as  a  vessel .

𝟻. vampire diaries : the  addamses  are  considered  wizards  and  witches ,  although  the  truth  is ,  they  are  just  different .  meanwhile  it  is  interesting  to  delve  into  the  magical  potential  everyone  has  with  the  help  of  a  grimoire ,  they  do  not  have  any  special  abilities.  wednesday  is ,  therefore ,  human .  she  does  like  to  mess  up  with  others  and  pretend  she'd  curse  people ,  though .

𝟼. scream : one  branch  coming  from  the  main  verse ,  in  which  the  addams  are  living  in  woodsboro . wednesday  is  just  like  any  other  young  adult ,  only  that  she  supports  murder .  think  of  this  verse  wednesday  somewhat  as  what  morticia  could've  been  in  her  macabre  youth .  but  make  it  10x  worse  and  gore . this  verse  is  darker  than  the  others  and  wednesday  is  ultimately  a  villain  /  the  antagonist.

𝟽. detective : a  branch  from  the  main  verse ,  in  which  wednesday  becomes  a  crime  detective  after  graduation .  she  doesn't  plan  on  working  for  the  state ,  however  she  takes  the  matters  into  her  own  hands  and  she  has  become  a  private  investigator  focusing  on  crimes . wednesday  can  get  tangled  up  in  any  kind  of  business  –  from  murders  to  theft  to  heists  to  supernatural  stuff .  she  doesn't  have  any  magical  powers  besides  her  intuition  which  was  hardly  laboured  throughout  her  life .

𝟾. fear street : wednesday  and  pugsley  do  attend  the  camp  in  1976 .  they  do  escape  the  gruesome  murders  not  because  they  were  lucky  enough  to  get  on  that  bus ,  but  because  they  have  found  a  way  to  make  a  run  from  it  before the events just to  defy  what  their  parents  wanted .  this  is  considered  as  misfortune ,  wednesday  believing  she  should've  been  there  (she  wouldn't  have  survived) . the  addamses  live  in  shadyside ,  but  they  are  lucky  enough  to  have  inherited  money  from  their  ancestors ,  unlike  the  other  shadysiders ,  who  have  to  work  hard to make ends meet .

𝟿. unhinged : alternative  universe .  in  this  verse ,  wednesday  addams  has  a  different  take .  by  this  i  mean  that  she  dresses  up  normally  and  she's  a  very  bubbly  character .  however  the  dark  subjects  still  apply !  wednesday  addams  may  look  innocent ,  but  she  does  talk  about  heavy  topics and  she  doesn't  take  them  seriously . this  verse  is  probably  the  most  dangerous  wednesday  can  get ,  along with  the  scream  verse .  since  she  doesn't  acknowledge  the  severity  of  crimes ,  she  doesn't  think  twice  about  doing  something  she  shouldn't .  despite  her  appearance,  she  is  chaotically  evil.

𝟷𝟶. doppelganger : this verse is specifically made for all the other wednesday's out there , regardless of their prefered faceclaim ! how she stumbles upon your own wednesday will remain a mystery ; whether or not there is a more advanced civilization out there in the multiverse or a black hole that of course wednesday found and entered your universe is up to debate . one thing's certain though : these doppelgangers aren't always what they seem . and it is true what they say , that you are your worst enemy .

more verses to come including : arkhamore ft nightmarefuele , marvel , barbie if the fandom is resurrected at some point (we must have goth barbie)

[iheartleopards]

rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles cosmic fury

ralph as cosmic fury zenith ranger🤍

April as cosmic fury red ranger❤️

leo as cosmic fury blue ranger💙

Mikey as cosmic fury green ranger💚

Donnie as cosmic fury black ranger🖤

Casey Jones as cosmic fury gold ranger💛

My oc janessa as cosmic fury orange ranger🧡

[scripturient1998]

🍄 and 🌻for Jack, Linley, Janessa, Kiera, Gabrielle, and ✨my boy✨

FIRST of all, how dare you make me think about Steven.

🍄 [MUSHROOM] How likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find?

Jack: not unless he knows exactly what it is? and even then, probably not, unless it was a matter of survival. Lynley: again, probably not if she didn't know it was safe, but also??? she might. you never know with her. Janessa: most likely not without knowing, but also if some berries looked really good, she'd probably give them a try. Kiera: again, pretty much all of these characters would be concerned about safety first and foremost, but, yeah, if she did know they were safe, she'd probably forage a few berries along a trail while she was walking. Gabrielle: her powers would tell her if they were safe so... potentially yeah? Steven: probably not?

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

Jack: next to one specific person lol that is the only correct answer Lynley: she's a romantic; she gets lost in beautiful sights easily Janessa: looking out over someplace open: the view from the top of a hill, standing on the edge of a lake, anywhere where everything is just wide and free and breathing. Kiera: anywhere; she can find the beauty in anything Gabrielle: any meaningful surge of emotion + a beautiful sight would probably get her lost pretty easily Steven: literally how dare you make me answer this for him. is there even a correct answer? HONESTLY I think it's less about the place and more about the moment itself?? being with people he cares about & enjoying his time with them.

Thank you. <3 Also you are a monster.

[shamefilledsnzblog]

A Not So Triumphant Return

Torturing Perry some more. He and Janessa have returned from their Underdark expedition, and brought Talavin with them. The lord who funded their expedition has invited them to a party to tell him the details, and invited Perry's father as well.

Unfortunately, Perry's allergies are as terrible as ever. Luckily he has his companions to help him out, as well an old friend who might like to be something more...

“Well, best get it over with. Gods, give me any threat we faced in the Underdark, and I’d take it over this!”

Perry, together with Janessa and Talavin, stood before the manor of Lord DeVille, who had financed their Underdark expedition. It was an elaborate, imposing building, the grounds immaculately kept, the gardens filled with blooming flowers, and elegantly liveried servants on hand wherever one might have need of them. Perry looked at the place with the gloom of one walking to his own execution.

Talavin raised an eyebrow at her companion.

“Having met my family, you still think you’re going to have a worse family reunion?”

Perry sighed, and the sigh promptly turned into a sneeze, hastily covered with a handkerchief that had already seen considerable use.

“HhhYISHIEW! Ugh, I beg your pardon. Alright, obviously my father’s not going to be quite as murderous as your siblings, but still… It’s always so humiliating. He could never stand my… my… h-hay… Hh…”

“Hay fever?”

Perry sneezed in agreement.

“HhhISHYIEW! Snf! My hay fever. He starts scolding as soon as I start sneezing, and look at the gardens here! I… Iihh… Snf! I’m going to sneeze. No stopping it. And I get the impression Lord DeVille can’t stand it either, and if we want funding for another expedition, he’s the one who needs to be impressed. It was hard enough convincing him the first time that I’m not too fragile to be trusted with an expedition.”

Talavin nodded in understanding, watching as Perry tended unhappily to his dripping nose.

“For what it’s worth, you impressed me. I’ll tell this Lord you can be trusted to endure another journey. Though why I should help you when you required this of me, I don’t know!”

She gestured to the long black dress she wore. It looked rather wonderful on her, Perry mused. It flowed nicely with her graceful movements, and the low cut back showed off her well-muscled shoulders. Talavin gestured to it as if it were a jester’s costume.

“In my defense, I never specified you had to wear a dress.”

“I did!”

Janessa, wearing a frilled red dress that perfectly matched her red nose, gestured to her own outfit, equally unhappy.

“If I’ve got to wear this stupid thing, Tal can wear one too. Why’s his Lordship got to be so fussy about this stuff? Look, it doesn’t even have pockets!”

She finished her complaint with a wet snuffle. Moisture had begun to shine beneath her nose. Sighing, Perry felt in his pocket for one of his clean handkerchiefs and passed it over.

“I know, it’s not fun for you. We’ll all just grin and bear it, and it’ll be over before we know it. Do blow your nose, Janessa, you’re dripping.”

“You’d best do the same. See if you can’t blow some of the pollen out before you get in there.”

Janessa emptied her nose into the handkerchief with a violent honking that made a passing servant jump and look about in alarm. A few more wet, gurgling snorts, another honk, and she gave a sigh of satisfaction. Perry wished the attention he paid to his own nose was as satisfying. The well-used handkerchief was long past being soothing on his raw nose, but he only had one clean one left, and meant to put off using that one until the last possible moment. Even had there not been air laden with pollen to torment him, further horrors awaited within. Perfumes and colognes, cigar smoke, lingering dander from Lord DeVille’s three cats… The thought alone made the constant prickle in his sinuses turn into a furious burning.

“HHYISHOO! YISHIEW! SHIEW! Hhh-Hh-Hhhihh-HhHYISHIEW! Snff. SNF! Guh, pardon me. Right. Let’s get it over with, shall we?”

“Let’s! And hey, you never know, I’m sure a certain someone will be here, and happy to see you!”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!”

Inside, the manor was buzzing with activity, servants carrying trays of drinks with calm efficiency. As the party was led closer to the ballroom, the hum of voices and laughter grew louder. Talavin tensed, her eyes darting about constantly, her hand briefly feeling for the daggers concealed beneath her skirt. Janessa wriggled uncomfortably in her dress, tugging at the constricting bodice. Perry gave his nose a final wipe, tucked his spent handkerchief back into his pocket, and nodded to the servant waiting to announce them.

“Sir Peregrine Merriweather, Miss Janessa Brightburn, and Miss Talavin Zaurret.”

A few heads turned, some guests smiling and nodding greetings. Most quickly turned back to their conversations, but two did not. Perry sighed, ducking his head and briefly pressing a finger beneath his nose. Thankfully it hadn’t begun to obviously run again yet, but a fresh itch already threatened. Grand arrangements of flowers adorned every surface, and their pollen, together with the strong mix of perfumes, had already begun their assault on him.

“Wonderful. It’s not just my father. It’s Clarence as well. This is going to be a nightmare.”

Talavin looked to where Perry had indicated. In addition to a heavily built older man with an impressive mustache, there was a younger man with shining blond hair and a strong, athletic build. It was hard to believe they could be related to the slight, sickly Perry.

“Your brother? Only say the word, and they’ll never find the body.”

“Thank you, Talavin, but that’s not quite how sibling relationships work here. Though I suspect I’ll be tempted to take you up on the offer by the end of the evening.”

Perry led the way through the crowd, ducking his head to briefly press against his twitching nostrils. Already, his agitated nose threatened to make its displeasure known. Feeling a slight dampness, he quickly sniffled it back, and doing so was nearly his undoing. He stopped in his tracks, holding his breath, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth. The tickle remained, prickling its way through his nasal passages, the itch spreading to his eyes, throat, and even ears. His hand inched towards the pocket containing his last handkerchief, but he was spared needing to use it. The tickle retreated a little, just enough to allow him to resume breathing.

Lord DeVille, in conversation with Perry’s father and brother, looked and greeted Perry with a nod.

“Ah, here he is! Back from the Underdark! And you’ve brought part of it back with you, I see…”

He eyed Talavin warily, and she met his gaze with a stony one of her own. Perry allowed himself another quick sniffle, and prayed that speaking wouldn’t set him off.

“This is the drow monk I wrote to you about, Your Lordship. Miss Talavin Zaurret. Talavin, this is Lord DeVille. Miss Zaurret’s assistance has been invaluable.”

Clarence gave a snort of amusement, looking over Talavin as if she were some exotic amusement.

“In other words, she probably had to carry you half the time. Go on, tell us, how pathetic was he?”

Talavin turned her glare to Clarence, but before she could reply, Lord DeVille waved the comment away impatiently.

“No sibling squabbling here, thank you, I endure enough of it from my own offspring. Come now, sir, tell us how my money’s been spent!”

Perry opened his mouth to reply, but another soft sniffle caused the burning in his sinuses to flare once more. Holding his breath, he reached quickly for his pocket for his last clean handkerchief.

It wasn’t there.

Terror gripping him, Perry quickly checked the rest of his pockets. Nothing. And his nose was burning, demanding satisfaction, and allowing it to do so without something to sneeze into was unthinkable. Surely, surely he had a spare handkerchief, he always did, he…

He had given one of his handkerchiefs to a weeping girl on the carriage ride here.

And then given his last to Janessa.

“Well, Peregrine? Let’s hear all about it!”

“I… Ihh… Iehhh…”

Perry’s father, Lord Merriweather, gave a grumble of annoyance.

“Here he goes. Honestly, Peregrine, haven’t you outgrown this childish malady?”

Perry barely heard him. He felt for his previous handkerchief, and found it cold and soaked through, only likely to make matters worse. His vision blurred slightly as allergic tears welled up in his eyes, and against his will, his lips parted.

“Iehh… Hehh…”

Clarence rolled his eyes, beckoning for a waiter to bring him another drink.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, Lord DeVille, if you’ve spent more than five minutes with him, but Peregrine’s rather the runt of the litter. Suffers what they call a rose cold. Sounds like something swooning maidens get, doesn’t it?”

Janessa worriedly reached up to pat Perry on the arm.

“Perry? Think you’ll be alright?”

Perry tried to nod, but the battle was lost. Settling for his last resort, he abruptly turned away, pinching his nose shut.

“F-forgive me, Lordship, I… Iehhh… H’tchnk!”

Janessa flinched at the violent stifle, and patted Perry’s arm again.

“Hey, you know not to do that! You’re only gonna make it worse!”

“H’NXT! H’GHNK! Ihhyehh… Hh… H’TCHK!”

Each stifle made his head throb, doing little to ease the ferocious itch crawling through his nose. By the time he was done he was panting, and thoroughly unsatisfied. Still, at least keeping his nose pinched shut had kept him from making a mess of himself, though he was obliged to give a series of damp and rather pitiful sniffles.

Lord Merriweather sighed.

“Don’t snuffle and snort like that, you’re not a child! Pull yourself together and tell Lord DeVille about the expedition.”

Perry tried to focus his mind on anything but his nose. Gods, what he wouldn’t give for a clean, soft handkerchief to nestle his nose into, and let out sneeze after sneeze until he had purged every last irritation. He couldn’t let himself think about it. Couldn’t think about the waft of overwhelming perfume from the lady who just passed by, couldn’t think about Lord DeVille’s expensive cologne, couldn’t think about the nearby vase of flowers that were practically dripping pollen. Definitely couldn’t think about the drip threatening to spill out of his nostril, tickling maddeningly…

“Snff… SNF! I… Apologies. The Underdark. It was certainly a… Ahh… a lot to learn. And much still to be… Hehh… SNF! To be learned, I think. The myconids, in particular, were fascinating, and their methods of fungal cultivation are… Ahh-HAHHhh…”

Lord DeVille restrained a sigh, and both Lord Merriweather and Clarence looked on in contempt as Perry gasped and whimpered, pressing a curled knuckle to his nose, an allergic tear spilling down one cheek. Dampness spilled over his finger, further irritating his raw nostrils, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Just sneeze and get it over with, Peregrine, you’re making a spectacle of yourself!”

“Father, you know it’s not going to be over with. Once he starts huffing and puffing like that, it goes on for hours. Honestly, how did you two put up with months of sharing a camp with him?”

Cheeks burning with humiliation, Perry was unable to reply. Hidden behind his hand, he could feel wetness dripping down over his lip. The next sneeze would be a disaster.

Janessa pulled Talavin aside.

“Stay here and make sure they don’t bully him too badly. I’m going to get someone to help.”

“Who…”

“Just look after Perry!”

The gnome vanished into the crowd, several of whom were now watching as Perry hitched and hitched, quickly losing control. Talavin stepped forward, placing a protective hand on his back. Placing herself between Perry and his brother, she met Clarence’s eyes coldly.

“We put up with it quite well, actually. Sir Peregrine is an accomplished druid, and a brave companion. I personally saw him deal the killing blow to an umberhulk.”

Granted, the umberhulk might have passed peacefully by if Perry’s sneezing hadn’t alerted it to their presence, but Clarence didn’t need to know that.

Clarence scoffed, looking at Perry as he stifled another trio of sneezes, letting out an involuntary whine of pain.

“My brother? Killed an umberhulk?”

“It turns out his anatomical knowledge is quite valuable. I’ve never even seen one of my own people dispatch one so quickly.”

“You’re making it up!”

Talavin’s eyes narrowed. Behind her, Perry cupped his hands over his nose.

“HhhHYISHIEW!”

“You’re calling me a liar.”

Clarence’s cockiness faltered. His gaze drifted to the silvery scars that adorned her arms. She allowed the corner of her mouth to twitch into a smile, the smile of cruel anticipation so often worn by her sisters.

“HHHIEHHSHIEW! YISHOO! SHIEW!”

“A man who dared slander me in House Zaurret would have his tongue removed. I would do it personally.”

Lord DeVille cleared his throat loudly.

“This is a civilized house, Miss Zaurret, and there’ll be no talk of such brutality here! Now, Peregrine, come, control yourself, sir!”

Talavin turned to Lord DeVille, ready to speak further, but a new voice cut her off.

“Papa, you know he can’t help it. You can hear his report later, I’m sure. Let me take him away to recover?”

Heads turned as the newcomer approached. A tiefling woman, her skin a delicate purple, her horns shimmering with subtle accents of silver leaf, her gown the finest in the room. She gave Lord DeVille an imploring look, then gently rested a hand on Perry’s shoulder. Producing a handkerchief from her sleeve, she pressed it into his hands.

“Poor Peregrine. Go ahead, use it. Don’t worry, it’s unscented.”

Perry couldn’t argue even if he wanted to. As soon as the cool silk touched his inflamed nose, his eyes squeezed shut once more, and another volley of sneezes soaked the cloth.

“HHYESHIEW! IIYESHOO! Ihh… Iiieeehh… Hyehhh… HYEHSHIEW! SHIEW! Th-thank you, M-Miss… HHYESHEWW!”

“There now, don’t try to talk, just come with me. You don’t mind, Papa?”

Lord DeVille softened as he looked at her, and motioned for her to leave. She beamed at him, nodded politely to Talavin and Janessa, who had returned with her, and led the still sneezing Perry away. Talavin looked to Janessa, who smiled.

“Serafina DeVille. His Lordship’s daughter. She knows Perry from university. She’ll take good care of him.”

Talavin nodded, her tension easing a little. She forced a smile as she turned back to Clarence.

“Sir Peregrine tells me you hunt. He seems to think you’re terribly proud of it. If the so-called runt of the litter can take down an umberhulk, I imagine your prey must be truly terrifying. Do tell us!”

Janessa gave a snort of laughter, and Clarence flushed, the attention and judgement of the group now firmly on him.

*****

Away from the ballroom, Serafina led a still sneezing Perry through the halls, one hand rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

“Poor Peregrine, you’re in a terrible state. You should have stayed home. There was no reason my father couldn’t meet you in the city. I could have persuaded him.”

“HHYISHOO! SHIEW! Let’s face it, I would have sneezed no matter where I am. SNFF! I’m so terribly sorry, but do you have another h-han-hhhHYISHIEW!”

Serafina produced another from some secretive slit in her gown, pressing it into Perry’s hand.

“I always have extras when I know I’ll be seeing you. Come through, into the library, that’s it.”

Leading him into an elegant library, Serafina guided Perry onto a chaise lounge, gently pushing him until he was lying down. He immediately lurched back up into another sneeze, and another.

“HhhheeEEHSHEW! HESHYHIEW! I beg your pardon, I really am so sorry…”

“How many times have I seen you like this? One of these days, you really must stop apologizing. How’s your chest? Not starting to feel wheezy?”

“No, breathing fine. Except for… YISSSHOO!”

“I’m glad to hear it. Mayna, would you bring that here, please?”

She turned to address a maid, a young elf woman, who had just entered, a bowl of water in her hands and a hand towel draped over her arm. She approached and set them down on a table at Serafina’s side, looking shyly at Perry.

“Sorry you’re not feeling well, Sir Peregrine. Will you be needing anything else, Miss?”

“Would you go and inform Peregrine’s companions that he’s being taken care of?”

Mayna nodded, retreating with a slight curtsey. Serafina took the towel and soaked it in water before wringing it out.

“Hands down, Peregrine, let me bathe your face. No, don’t argue, you know it will help.”

Finally gaining some control over his breathing, Perry carefully wiped his nose until he was sure all traces of the sneezing fit were cleaned away, and reluctantly lowered his hands away from his face. If he hadn’t already been flushed from the intensity of the fit, he would have blushed at the soft smile Serafina wore.

“I really can do this myself.”

“And I want to do it for you. No arguments, please. Just close your eyes and lie still.”

Weary, embarrassed, and still victim to a terrible itching, Perry did as he was told. The cool cloth wiped away allergic tears, soothing his inflamed eyes, cooling his flushed cheeks. He was just beginning to relax when it brushed his nose, just gently enough to ignite the burning once more.

“HYESHIEW! SHIEW! Oh, I’m so, so sorry!”

His blush deepened as he realized that, without being able to raise the handkerchief in time, he had given Serafina’s arm a thorough spraying. Somehow, rather than being disgusted, she just looked amused, and soaked the towel again.

“How many times? No more apologies. I know you too well to be offended. Just relax, sneeze as many times as you must, and let me care for you.”

Perry hesitated, and gave his nose a thorough blow, aware of Serafina’s eyes on him all the while. At last, satisfied that no more sneezes were lurking, he settled once more, allowing her to continue.

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you, Miss DeVille.”

“How many times am I going to have to urge you to call me Serafina?”

Perry’s answer was lost in a sneeze that had been lurking after all.

Talavin and Janessa looked in from outside the library, watching as their companion was gently tended to. Talavin met Janessa’s eyes, and gestured for them to retreat. Once out of earshot, she nodded back to the library.

“His lover?”

Janessa groaned.

“At this rate, maybe in another ten years. How can a man so clever be so dense that he can’t tell when he’s smitten?”

“Well, he’s dense enough to give away his handkerchiefs when he knows he’s going to sneeze all night. Come on. If we leave them alone, he might figure it out. And I want round two against Clarence.”

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

The Villians of MY AU

Friday Night Funkin + Mario & Sonic Adventures : 

Marie Amber Rose: BF and GF's love rival

Clara Rossi( Emily Meyers): BF's Evil ex-girlfriend

Mac and Maia: BF's childhood Bullies

Candy( Girlfriend/Ashley's Crazy ex-girlfriend/Friday Night Funkin')

Drake( Girlfriend/Ashley's first ex/Friday Night Funkin')

Cassie West: Pico's ex girlfriend and Shyrell's bully also BF and GF's love rival

The GlamDemons: GF's Middle school Bullies

Princess Alyssa Quarters: BF's evil ex-girlfriend(3rd)

Honey Sickle: Carol's Enemy

The R.A.I.N.B.O.W Fangirls: Drugfriend’s yandere fangirls 

Tiffany(Scrapped then Recovered): Pico's 1st ex girlfriend/BF and GF's love rival

Robo-Phoebe Clones: Robot version of Phoebe that Alucard built but reprogrammed to be evil

Dustin Dark: Piconjo's Enemy

Myra: Otis Fangirl

Giselle Feather: Nene and Cassandra's Enemy

Anitta Sweet/Omega CandyHeart :Pico fangirl

Drake and the Skullgang: Pico and Cassandra's Enemies

Clara’s friends: BF’s middle school bullies

Lindsay Maples( Boyfriend/Cam's Bully/Friday Night Funkin')

Theresa Maples( Boyfriend/Cam's Abusive Nanny/Friday Night Funkin')

Sick Elina the Blonde Hedgehog: Obsessive staker to Sick Boyfriend 

Feika: Faker Sky’s Evil Countertwin

Skydere: Yandere Sky who wants BF and GF dead 

Eclipse Feiko

Tessi: Carrie Sky 

Rebecca Green: Skyblue’s love rival 

Julie the Hedgehog( Mario and Sonic: The lost power crystals)

Princess Dark Star( Evil princess of the Dark Forest)

Elina the Blonde hedgehog( Sonic the hedgehog hated oc/Sonic the Hedgehog)

Daryl and Mandy( Darylstories_YTP) the cringe couple of youtube 

Xirra Smith: Princess Hillaryella and the hybridsiblings’s enemy

Miss Mina: Annie’s Stepmother

Liberita: The villian and the real mastermind of DDLC 

Junko Ai: The Real Mastermind and true villian 

Cordelia: Evil Scientist of PROJECT: TROLLEGE

Princess Daisybelle the Hedgehog : Evil Princess of mobius 

Malphina: Evil Alicorn teamed up with Princess ophelia 

Janessa: Hillyana’s love Rival

Connie Rose: The Manipulative liar 

Warning: Heroes be prepared and Beware 

[a-lrpcorner]

Hello ^w^

This is a shared blog between my best friend and I, we wanted to share our OC’s and the story we’ve created around them. I’ll introduce myself in this post, My name is Ed and I’m 23 almost 24. I’ve run several different role play blogs over the years. I love my supernatural OC’s I’ve had my two main characters for almost 10 years.

Our story is made up from 20 individual Characters set in Victoria, Canada and Seattle, Washington. It starts in the summer of 2018 and is currently in 2020.

Our main Characters are Ashaya (succubus) and Luca (Incubus)

We also have Mark( vampire) and Lucia (Lucas twin sister and a succubus)

Vince (vampire) and Sarina (werewolf)

Theo (cat hybrid) Nebula (bunny hybrid) and Zhu (vampire)

Then we have Ashayas siblings Scarlette (Succubus) , Salazar, Trenton, Oliver, and Spencer (all incubi)

Our lovable pixie Cho Ito, the harpy sisters Sabina and Janessa, Anton (vampire) Ava (siren) and Xiao (werewolf)

I will do an in-depth post for each character that I play my co-writer will introduce their characters.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Midnight Meal (or, In This World, It's Eat or Be Eaten, and Really, I Think I'd Rather Eat)

Synopsis: Isaac becomes someone else’s food for a change :)

Content: Gore, vivisection, cannibalism, drugging (nonconsensual), broken ribs, begging, immortal whumpee, whumper turned whumpee (sorta, I haven’t posted too much whumper Isaac stuff tho), cannibal/nonhuman whumper, and I’m probably missing a fair amount of stuff but yeah lots of violent content, also emetophobia warning, dead dove do not eat

Tagging: @worldofwhumpcraft @meowsikbox @brutal-nemesis @whumpwillow

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Isaac’s return to consciousness was not a smooth one. His head was swirling, pounding with pain, and he could barely think straight. His eyes were shut closed, and he barely had the strength to open them. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he was really awake.

Something in the distance made a sound. Isaac vaguely wondered what it was, with some effort, he slowly cracked his eyes open.

The room he was in was dimly lit, and it was hard to see. He squinted a bit, trying to make out his surroundings. He didn’t know where he was, but he had a premonition that this wasn’t a familiar place to him.

Isaac knew that he was sitting down, and he tried to stand up, but he couldn’t move. His motions were weak, and something was pulling against his movements, preventing him from getting up. It was incredibly frustrating, but eventually, he stopped trying.

He heard someone speak. “¿ʎpɐǝɹʅɐ ǝʞɐʍɐ ǝɹ╻no⅄” they asked. Their voice sounded like it was underwater, distorted and hard to make out.

It took all his strength, but Isaac lifted his head, and found himself face to face with the owner of the voice. A woman with yellow hair and a sweet, sinister smile.

He didn’t recognize her, but he had a feeling that he knew her. Who is she? Isaac racked his brain, but he couldn’t remember this woman.

She stuck something into his arm, and he felt a small prick. It took him a few seconds to swing his head around to look at it. A row of needles, connected to tubes, lined his arm. Isaac was confused. What were those doing there?

“.ɥƃnouǝ ƃuoʅ ɹoⅎ uʍop noʎ dǝǝʞ pʅnoɥs ʇᴉ ʇnꓭ .ʍouʞ I ʻsƃnɹp ⅎo ʇunoɯɐ ǝuɐsuᴉ uɐ sᴉ sᴉɥꓕ”

Isaac didn’t say anything. His mouth was too dry, and he wasn’t really sure who she was speaking to anyways.

“¿ǝɯ ɹɐǝɥ uǝʌǝ noʎ uɐϽ” The woman paused in her speaking. “.ɹǝʌǝʇɐɥϺ”

She bent down, and a hand brushed his chest. He wasn’t able to flinch away.

She raised something that glinted in the dim light. Isaac stared at it, but he didn’t realize what it was until it started to cut into him oh god it’s cutting him open—

Isaac tried to jerk away, do anything, anything at all, but he couldn’t. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not to him. The blood running down his chest and staining his shirt was the only indicator of what was happening. He couldn’t feel the knife at all.

Sharp fingernails lodged their way into the cut, anchored under the flesh and muscle, and tore. Tore his chest open with a sickening, wet sound. It took his breath away for a moment. He looked down, and regretted it, a scream dying on its way to his lips.

God, he could see his fucking organs. His heart was beating rapidly inside his ribcage, and blood was spilling everywhere. Isaac was sure he had seen a sight like this hundreds of times before, but this? This was different. This was his body. It felt disgusting.

Isaac moved his head to the side just in time and vomited onto the floor.

The woman only chuckled and said “.ɥsᴉɯɐǝnbs os ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ʍouʞ ʇ╻upᴉp I”

Questions swirled in his head, compounded by fear. His heart pounded rapidly and his breathing quickened. Isaac couldn’t really think of much at all, but one thought was prominent above all else.

What are you going to do to me?

A hand reached into his exposed viscera, and he couldn’t even move away. Not for lack of trying, though. Isaac felt a dull pain, but that wasn’t even the worst part. No, it was looking down and seeing someone do this to him.

He shut his eyes tightly, but a sharp burst of agony caused him to cry out and open them again.

The woman was holding something spongy and reddish-brown. It took a couple of moments for Isaac to remember, but he recognized it as a liver. He felt something missing in his abdomen and realized that she was holding his liver.

He coughed, feeling nauseated.

The woman tilted her head and smiled. “.ǝʇsɐʇ oʇ ƃuᴉoƃ s╻ɹǝʌᴉʅ ɹnoʎ ʍoɥ ɹǝpuoʍ I .ɐɥɐɥ ʻnoʎ ⅎo ʇno punos ɐ ʇoƃ ʎʅʅɐuᴉⅎ I”

She started to feast on his liver, and the sloppy, wet sounds of chewing permeated his brain. It was repulsive. He swung his head to the side and vomited again.

“¿uǝppns ɐ ⅎo ʅʅɐ ǝʇɐɔᴉʅǝp os ʎɥϺ ¿ooʇ ǝɹoⅎǝq sᴉɥʇ ǝuop noʎ ʇ╻uǝʌɐɥ ʻʎǝH”

The yellow-haired woman reached into his viscera again and ripped out his spleen. The shock hurt, hurt so much more than the pain. Horrible horrible horrible this is horrible—

She continued to rip out parts of his body and devoured them like a hungry wolf. Isaac recognized every one.

Gallbladder. Pancreas. Stomach. Kidneys.

He wished that he didn’t know what they were. His head spun with utter disbelief and pain.

He watched her eat every one of the organs in his abdomen, unable to tear his eyes away from the carnage. Well, he couldn’t be sure it was all of his organs, but it felt that way. He felt a horrific emptiness in his body where there shouldn’t have been any.

“.ʎɹƃunɥ ʅʅᴉʇs ɯ╻I .ɯH”

A hand wrapped around one of his ribs. Isaac was puzzled, trying to figure out what it was doing there.

A sickening crack and a sudden, searing pain answered his questions. The woman twirled his broken rib in her hands, and Isaac could only watch, incredulous.

She reached for another one.

Isaac couldn't take this any more. He was tired and in agony and why couldn’t she just leave him alone? In a panic, he choked out a protest.

“N-no, no, no, g-g-god, don’t— don’t.”

He wasn’t sure if his words were even audible. The woman just laughed and said, “¿ǝɯ doʇs oʇ ƃuᴉoƃ s╻ʇɐɥʇ ʞuᴉɥʇ noʎ ʻʍʍ∀”

She yanked at his rib cage again, and Isaac’s world was taken over by blinding pain. A small, hoarse scream escaped his lips.

“S-s-stop, stop, please.”

Another rib was broken. His vision became blurry with tears.

He felt someone grab one of his ribs again.

“I, I can’t, just stop, please— please just stop. I’m— I’m begging you.”

“.ǝuop ʇsoɯʅɐ ɯ╻I ʻɥɥS” she cooed.

The woman pulled out another rib, and he felt his head spin in agony. His heart was racing, drumming so loudly it hurt his ears.

Someone’s nails buried into the walls of his heart, making Isaac’s breath hitch. His eyes widened in fear when he realized what she was going to do.

“Don’t— don’t— don’t d-do that, please, I’ll do— I’ll do any-anything.” Talking was the only thing he could do. Still, he didn’t even try to hope that it was enough.

“.noʎ uɐɥʇ ǝɹoɯ sᴉɥʇ pǝǝu I ¿ʎɐʞo ʻsᴉɥʇ pǝǝu I .ou ʻʇnoqɐ ʍoɥ ʻɯɯH”

She tore his heart out of his body in one swift motion.

The last thing Isaac saw before passing out was the woman biting into his still-beating heart.

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AN: This was very fun to write cuz I love hurting Isaac. Also if anyone wants to hear more about Isaac or Janessa (the whumper) pls send me an ask! (Or maybe I’ll just infodump about them unprompted lol)

[thechangeling]

I wash my mouth out but still taste you

Credit goes to @sandersgrey for this idea

Cw: mentions of sex and sexual themes.

Also thank you so much to @jynxlovesluck for being my beta reader!

Title is from Numbers by Daughter (obviously).

If Kit stopped for even a second to think about what he was doing or how he even got here he was worried he might just pass out on the spot.

Actually if Ty wasn't firmly holding onto his waist he straight up might have already just collapsed when teeth sunk into Kit's neck.

Kit let out a shaky gasp. Ty lifted his head briefly to quiet him with a bruising kiss, pushing him further back against the institute wall. 

Ty is rough and harsh in a way that fits him. He held a knife to Kit's throat when they first met, after all. He was gripping Kit hard enough to leave bruises, but when he licked a line from his collarbone across Kit's neck, it felt like salvation. Like he was being cracked open and pure bliss and ecstasy was pouring into every fiber of his being. Like Ty was seeping into his bones.

He kisses him again and it feels almost like love.

Kit really tries not to dwell on that thought.

They weren't talking about any of it. It was almost like a silent agreement that they had made the moment Kit first arrived in LA.

Not what happened at Lake Lynn, or at Blackthorn Hall. None of it. Kit didn't want to remember. It was way too painful and Ty seemed to agree. Livvy was gone now, that much he had heard from Dru but he didn't really know the details. He didn't want to. In fact, the only words Kit had spoken to Ty since arriving were roughly ten minutes ago in the living room.

Or maybe it had been twenty, thirty minutes ago. Hell it could have been an hour ago. Honestly, who the fuck could tell.

They were the only two still awake. Kit couldn't sleep because of nightmares, again, and he had no idea why Ty was still awake and had been too scared to ask. Kit paced back and forth in the kitchen for a while, wondering what to say, wondering how to say what he wanted to say.

I miss you. I love you. Please touch me-

But when he entered the living room and stood in front of where Ty was perched on top of the coffee table Kit's mind was blank. It wouldn't be the first time. So instead of trying to communicate like a normal person, what he said was,

"Would you fuck me if I asked?"

Nessie was gonna have a field day with this one.

The truth was, he had heard rumors over the years. Rumors circulating in the downworld and among shadowhunters who knew centurions, or even from centurions themselves. Kit never talked to any of them, but boy did shadowhunters love to run their big mouths in public when they were gossiping about those who they viewed as lesser. And Kit listened.

People said that Ty had become one of the best Centurians that the scholomance had ever seen. They also said that he liked to sleep around, usually in not so nice words. Apparently he never slept with a guy more than once to avoid any sort of attachments forming. As far as anyone at the scholomance knew he had never dated anyone.

Kit thought it might make him feel better, knowing that Ty had apparently rejected the romantic declarations of a number of guys, not just him. But, if he was being honest with himself, it didn't.

Ty stared at Kit for a long moment and Kit was starting to plot his escape when Ty finally nodded.

And now here they were making out against the same door Ty once sat in front of for a week, waiting for Kit to come out.

Ty pulled back from creating marks along Kit's jaw and stared at his eyebrows, avoiding eye contact.

"Tell me what you want." Kit could feel his breath catch when Ty spoke. He ran a finger under Kit's chin, lifting it. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Kit's breath hitched. Holy shit. 

Ty had always been blunt, but this? This was a whole different side of him that Kit had never even known existed.

But then again how could he? He hadn't really known Ty for years.

But Kit wanted to. God He really wanted to. He fixed his gaze on Ty's lips, not daring to glance into his eyes.

"Everything," Kit whispered. "I want everything."

Ty's lips were claiming his again in an instant.

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"I'm sorry, you did what!?" Alyssa yelled.

Ty winced, grasping his hands over his ears. "Not so loud Aly!"

Alyssa scoffed. "Oh I'm sorry, did you not get enough sleep last night? I'm assuming because you were too busy fucking Kit Herondale's brains out!"

Ty groaned, resting his forehead against his knees. "So it appears in your rage you have forgotten that I am an autistic person with auditory sensory issues."

Alyssa winced. "Shit. You're right I'm sorry." She sat down next to him and he found himself instantly reaching for her hair, twirling strands around his fingers. She smiled solemnly.

"I don't wanna make you feel bad," Alyssa said in a much softer voice. "I just really want you to think about this, okay? Like sleeping with the guy you're in love with is not gonna help you get over him."

"I'm not trying to get over him."

Alyssa looked like she was resisting the urge to yell at him again as she scowled. "So what are you trying to do?"

Ty sighed. He hadn't really stopped to consider it. But if he was truly honest with himself.

"I'm trying to stop Kit from leaving again," he admitted. "I'm trying to get him to stay."

Ally's eyebrows scrunched together. The corner of her mouth crinkled before smoothing out into a frown.

"Ty," she chastised him lightly. There was carefully held tension all throughout her body as she almost froze in place, save for her small breaths. She studied him carefully with a calculating gaze.

Ty couldn't quite tell if she was angry or not, but she wasn't yelling yet. That was a good sign.

"I just," he fiddled with his fingers anxiously, rubbing them together. "I'm not good at knowing what to say. I never say the right thing. I'm not good at being nice. But this is something I can do." He shrugged. "People find me attractive. I know that. This is something I can do to make him stay."

Alyssa shook her head. "Listen to me Sherlock. That is not the only thing you can do. Not by a fucking longshot." She cupped his face with her hand. "You are brilliant and resourceful and resilient as shit. And you are a good person. You are kind. And if Kit or any other man can't see that then screw them!" She paused. "I mean, not like literally."

Ty snorted.

"You're incredible Ty." Alyssa stroked her thumb against his cheek. "Don't forget that."

I love you, Ty wanted to say. Instead he pressed his forehead against hers and bumped her gently.

"You're incredible too, Aly."

She smirked. "Well duh. Of course I am."

/////////////

Kit swore it would just be a one time thing. After all, Ty never slept with a guy more than once, so he had nothing to worry about.

Or at least that was what Kit thought. Right up until the point Ty was inviting him into his room again three days later.

And what was he supposed to say? No?

Ok fine, he was an idiot.

This time was different though. It wasn't nearly as frantic and hurried. Ty slowly lowered  him down to his mattress and kissed him in a way that felt far too intimate to be just sexual. Ty interlaced their fingers together as he held Kit's hands over his head as their bodies moved together, and Kit fought the urge to cry.

It was such a weird experience. Having him so close and yet still feeling like there are an emotional distance of entire chasms between them. Feeling mindblowing pleasure rip through his body as well as soul crushing despair.

The worst part was he could feel himself getting used to it.

So it happened again, and over and over and over again and they still never talked. Not really. But what was interesting was their bodies were starting to sort of develop their own kind of communication, their own language. They were learning each other, what they liked and didn't like, it was a conversation of sorts.

But Kit still didn't know if Ty still loved Sherlock Holmes, or pancakes, or if his favorite colours had changed. He hadn't been able to tell Ty that he wanted to forgive him and put the past behind them. That he still was in love with him.  But he fell asleep in his arms every night hearing the steady beat of Ty's heart against his ear.

When he finally told Nessie about it while she was making them breakfast, she just gave him one of her infamous deadpan stares and said, "listen Kit-Kat, coming from someone who has had a lot of casual sex this doesn't really sound casual. And you do remember the part where your asexual right?"

Kit rolled his eyes. "Asexual people can have sex Nessie. You're kinda oversimplifying things."

Nessie crossed her arms. "Ok fine, here's the simple part. You're in love with Ty Blackthorn."

Kit avoided her pointed gaze. "Yeah, so what?"

He felt Nessie come closer. "So, this is your fucked up attempt at trying to be close to him without actually being vulnerable because last time you tried that-"

Kit's head shot up to glare at her. "Yeah I know what happened last time, thanks. I was there!"

Nessie narrowed her eyebrows at him. "Hey! Don't get all pissy with me because the only one that's willing to give it to you straight."

Kit felt the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Don't say it."

"You can't do anything straight," he joked.

"I hate you."

Kit plopped himself himself onto her loveseat. "Nah, you love me. Anyways I appreciate you worrying about me Nessie but I know what I'm doing."

Nessie snorted and went back to cooking his eggs. "That's what you always say before shit hits the fan babe. You know somebody's gotta protect you from yourself."

Kit doesn't admit it. But she's right.

////////

"But why?"

The desperation in Ty's voice nearly broke him. But Kit refused to back down. There was no way he was letting Ty come on a mission that didn't even have anything to do with him. He was the one that The Seelies were hunting.

He refused to let Ty get hurt because of him. He continued down the hall to where Magnus was waiting with a portal.

"Why can't I just go with you? It doesn't make any sense."

Kit turned to face him. "Because it's too dangerous."

Ty scoffed. "I'm a centurian Christopher. I can handle myself a lot better than you can."

Ouch. He knew Ty was being honest but it still stung. Kit glared back at him. "You don't have the powers I do. I don't need you."

And why would Ty want to risk his life for the guy he was casually fucking anyways? It didn't make any sense.

Ty's expression was unreadable as he stepped back.

"Fine. I suppose you've proven that haven't you? After all, abandoning me is what you're good at."

"Ty," he protested.

Ty rolled his eyes. "Go on Kit, go be a hero. I won't stop you."

Kit began to protest, but Ty was already storming off in the other direction.

But when Kit came back many hours later, the battle won, but not the war with Seelie blood on his hands, the first thing Ty did was fling his arms around him.

Ty's fingernails dug into his skin as he held him. It was as if he was trying to draw blood.

Kit welcomed the pain.

////////////

"Why won't you look at me?" Ty whispered one night.

Kit's breath hitched and he briefly froze in place, tensing his muscles away from Ty's body. Ty gently reached over and placed a hand against his ribs. Kit almost instinctively found himself relaxing.

"I understand if you're trying to avoid making eye contact with me for my benefit and I appreciate that, but you don't always need to look away." he said. "It feels like you're hiding from me. Do you still not trust me?"

Kit sighed and rolled away from Ty, out of his grasp. "I don't know. Maybe." He pauses, then answers honestly.

"I'm scared that if I look at you I won't be able to pretend anymore."

"Pretend?" Ty almost sounded angry.

Kit sat up and turned his body to face him. However he was still looking down.

"I'm scared that if I look you in the eye I won't be able to keep pretending that I'm not in love with you." He dug his fingernails into the sheets. "I'm scared that everything I felt three years ago at Lake Lynn will come rushing back and I'll remember how badly you broke my fucking heart. I'm scared I won't even care." Kit scoffed.

"I'm scared I'll realize how much I missed you."

"I don't understand," Ty said sharply. "You left me. You don't get to miss me."

At that Kit finally lifted his head. The vibrant cold steel of Ty's eyes swallowed Kit whole.

They were also full of tears. The realization was like a punch in the gut. Ty  rarely cried. It wasn't just something he had noticed while living with him, it was something the other Blackthorns repeatedly mentioned.

And yet Kit had made him cry twice.

He shook his head. "Sorry but that's not really how human emotions work sweetheart."

Ty's nose twitched. "Well human emotions are stupid."

Despite the situation, Kit found himself chuckling. "Yeah they kinda are."

Ty wiped his eyes aggressively. "Are you laughing at me?"

Kit gave him a self-deprecating smile. "No, trust me I'm not. If anything I'm laughing at myself. I'm a whole-ass asexual, whose first attempt at sex ended in complete disaster because I hated it so much. And now here I am having supposedly "casual" sex with my ex best friend, currently who-the-fuck-knows what just so I can be close to him because everyone knows he doesn't do relationships!"

Kit threw the covers aside and stood up, pulling on his shirt.

"You're an idiot," Ty uttered with disbelief.

Kit whipped around to face him. "What?"

Ty shook his head. "How on earth could someone so smart be so stupid?"

"Maybe I've been taking pointers from you."

Ty rolled his eyes and pulled one of his knees up to his chest. "Have you ever wondered precisely why I've never been in a romantic relationship? Why I never sleep with the same man twice, but for some reason we've been having sex for weeks?"

Kit crossed his arms definently. "I don't know. I guess I never thought about it."

Ty's eyebrows raised. "You never thought about it? Not once?"

"I guess I just figured this time if you were gonna fuck me it might as well be literally," Kit snapped."

Ty looked like he was about to protest, but instead he paused and took a deep breath, drumming his fingers against his thigh. "Fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did, and for dragging you into it."

Kit was honestly a little shocked Ty was actually admitting he made a mistake. That had to be a first.

"The truth is, I miss you too Kit. That might be a strange thing to say when we've been exchanging bodily fluids for the past several weeks, but I do."

Kit felt the corners of his mouth twitch, fighting to form a smile. Eventually he gave in. Ty's face instantly softened when he saw.

"I'm sorry too." Kit confessed. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, for what I said."

"I miss talking to you. I miss making you laugh, hearing you infodump." Kit shrugged. "I just miss being your friend Ty."

"Is that what you want? To be friends? For things to be like they were?"

Kit shifted uncomfortably under Ty's gaze.

"You said that you were in love with me," Ty said pointedly.

"We don't have to talk about that," Kit muttered. "I know you don't feel the same way."

Ty glared at him. "How? Have you developed the power of telepathy along with your other powers? Can you see inside my brain?"

Kit groaned. "Ty-"

"No," Ty interrupted. "Listen to me. Please." Ty slowly scooted towards him so that he was sitting directly in front of Kit. Even sitting down, Ty was still almost as tall as him. His eyes were level with Kit's chest and he made no move to tilt his head upwards to meet his eyes.

Ty bit his lip, as he seemed to search for the words he needed.

"You always seem to focus on what I don't say. You think that my silence proves I don't care. Or that I don't love you because I haven't said those words. But the truth is, what I feel for you can't be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise, it beats words. It beats worlds," he quoted.

Kit dropped to his knees in front of him. Ty still was avoiding his gaze, but at least this way they were closer.

Ty sighed. "I can't even explain how I feel about you without using quotes. A friend of mine says that's common for autistic people. But it continues to frustrate me that I can never find the appropriate words."

Kit hesitantly took Ty's hands on his, rubbing his thumbs against the callused skin.

"You could just say I love you."

Ty's gaze met his own. "It's not good enough," he whispered.

Kit smiled softly at him, reaching out to trace a line across his cheek bone. "It is for me. It doesn't need to be perfect, I just need you to tell me."

There was an agonizing pause before Ty nuzzled his hand.

"I love you."

Kit's heart soared. It was more then good enough.

It was everything.

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The quote "what I feel for you can't be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise, it beats words. It beats worlds," is by Katherine Mansfield.

Also I cannot take credit for, "I guess I just figured this time if you were gonna fuck me it might as well be literally." That one was @sandersgrey 😂

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