#OC: Gerhardt

[felinisnoctis]

Bonded Pairs: Food and Fondness

Zariel belongs to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and Cedric is @sleepyfan-blog's of course. They're a good apothecary duo.

And of course @nightshade-victorian for the bonded boys.

Tags: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams

“Hi, I need to speak to Apothecary Zariel?”  The ultramarine at the desk eyed the baseline human standing in front of him.  They were carrying a large cooler that to astartes senses smelled of meat and bread and onions.  “I have a delivery for some of his patients.” It was late, and the waiting room was nearly empty.

“Please have a seat in the visitor lounge, I will ask him to come down when he has a moment.”  The ultramarine sent a quick message off to the apothecary, who came down to the lounge after several minutes.  “I have a break in my rounds?  Oh, that smells good.”

Robin nodded.  “I made some astartes-sized chicken pot pies for Gerhardt and Asariel, if it’s ok for them to have.  There’s a couple marked for you and the other staff here too.  They’ll just need heating up real quick before you eat them, I made sure to make them in cardboard trays so they can be microwaved.”

Zariel smiled.  He’d already deduced that this baseline was bonded to Gerhardt, and it looked like the bond was settling in well.  “I’m sure they’ll be happy to know you’ve been thinking about them.  And thank you for thinking of us apothecaries as well, I’ll be sure to deliver these appropriately.”

He lifted the styrofoam cooler onto one shoulder and headed back towards Gerhardt’s room, smacking away the hands of some of his grabbier brothers on the way.  “These are for my patients, not for you.  You’re not suggesting that you’d like to take food away from your injured brother-cousins, are you?”  He reached Gerhardt’s room and entered.

The room was empty.  Shit.  He’d just found Asariel and now his other patient was gone?  He sent out a quiet alarm call to the other medical staff, indicating anyone who wasn’t urgently busy should help  him look for the patient, and then rushed over to check on the newly returned blood angel.

The mystery was solved as he opened the door.  Asariel was in his bed, dark eyes burning holes in him.  Gerhardt was slumped next to the bed, fast asleep with his head against Asariel’s chest as the other’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  Zariel sighed and cancelled the alert and called for someone to move Gerhardt’s bed into the room.

“If I keep you two in the same room will you please stay in bed?” he scolded, beginning to examine his patient to ensure there was no further damage from his escapade.

“Yes sir.  I just need to be with him.  Especially when he has his seizures.”  Gerhardt sounded apologetic but Zariel could tell he’d do the same again if they were separated.

An assistant entered with Gerhardt’s bed and Zariel carefully eased Gerhardt back into it.  Asariel scooted over to the edge of his bed and reached a hand across to his brother, eyes still watching Zariel suspiciously.  Zariel sighed again.  He might need to speak to the salamanders about having a double sized bed made.  And maybe see if one of Cedric’s brother-cousins could be spared to keep an eye on these two.

“Robin brought you some meat pies, would you like one?” He said, instead of what he was thinking?

“Wait, why would they do that?” Gerhardt sounded legitimately bewildered.  “You’ll have to ask them later, but they smell good,” Zariel replied, dodging the question for the moment.  “Shall I have some heated up for you two?”.

Gerhardt thought for a moment, before responding “Yes please.”  After another long moment and a suspicious look, Asariel signed “Yes” as well.  Soon the pair were both settled back eating; the protein and carbs would do them some good.

Zariel settled back into his office to eat his own treat, calling Cedric in to talk to him.  The young apothecary gave a very wide-eyed hungry look at the meal.  “Yes, there’s one reserved for you as well.  Come in, I have a favor to ask of some of your brother-cousins."

[wenmistry]

rye doodle. bonus jethro under the cut

[gerhardtz]

UPDATE - Drop It, Doe Eyes

Chapter 2: April 24th, 1975 - 00:10

Rye wanted to scream, cuss him out, let him know just how easily he saw through it all – You’re a shit liar, ya know that?! – but he kept his mouth tightly shut. It wasn’t Jethro’s fault. He had to keep reminding himself that none of this was his fault.

In which two fellas roll a nat-1 on every speech check in a row for several hours straight.

[endless-petals]

Crossfire - Chapter 1

TW: violence, gun violence, period typical bigotry, period typical sexism, crude language, mentions of prostitution, language, etc.

WC: 1600

March 1976

“Your girl gonna show or what?” The portly man said, lighting a cigarette outside the old pump station.

“She’ll show,” The eldest Gerhardt son gritted, not completely believing the future of his own name lived and died with that city bitch.

Dodd didn’t give a flying fuck if her daddy did run most Chicago or that her brother was a buddy of Rye’s, but he’d clean Carolyn’s clock if he had to.

Brooding in the waning light, he sucked on his dwindling cigar. Slowly, the man reclined against the hood of his beige Continental. The Schneider clan’s contact was nearly pissing himself. Of course, the leer of the hot-headed prince of Fargo and his looming partner at nightfall was enough to keep any man on his toes.

Dodd shifted impatiently. She was late. Miss Hot Shot Big City, so eager to prove herself, was late. He didn’t even want her there, his mother hoisting the girl upon him. A favor to an old family friend that they were deeply indebted to didn’t go unnoticed.

It was only supposed to be negotiations until the woman had wormed her way into some of the dealings. Now she wanted to be a part of the action. And so did Dodd.

But not for the same reasons.

In fact, he and Hanzee would’ve had the sap lying on the pavement in a matter of minutes. But if she wanted to play the game, she’d have to settle for being a pawn. Mostly for his own amusement. If things went awry, he’d answer to his father later.

A pair of headlights bobbed down the highway, leaving the skyline of Bismarck behind. The two men stared for a long time, waiting for the signal. The vehicle veered closer, still nothing. Dodd clamped his teeth angrily around the cigar, feeling the heat rise up his neck.

If this wasn’t her, he’d find her in that swanky hotel room her pops paid for in Bismarck and strangle the life out of her himself. Of course, that would mean Otto’s good ole Chi-Town buddy would have his brood on the family farm like white on rice.

Dodd Gerhardt didn’t wait on anyone. Especially a woman. In fact, he couldn’t think of one worth the wait. If Leigh Ann ever made him late for anything, he’d sock her square in the jaw.

Hanzee nudged his boss’ arm as the lights flashed quickly, her sports car nearing the service station.

“Gotta go take a leak.” The Native American murmured before stalking off behind the empty convenience store.

“You really think she’ll be into it?” The smarmy little guy leaned forward, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Dodd spit the charred remains of the cigar onto the ground.

“Sure. She’s one the wildest girls we got up in Fargo, you know. Do just about anything for ten bucks,” He smirked into the visage of the shadows, taking some pleasure in the story he’d cooked up as the little Ghia swerved into the gravel parkway.

The engine went dead as the driver’s side door creaked open. A pair of leather heeled boots dropped to the ground as she slunk out into the crisp night. Carolyn wore tight jeans with a form fitting turtleneck underneath a waist length fur coat.

Dodd would’ve been lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy the way she swayed her hips or how the moon cast silvery ripples down her auburn waves. Though any attraction was quickly replaced with annoyance and impatience.

“Took your damn time,” he snapped.

“Got here didn’t I?” She said sweetly, burrowing her way deeper under his skin. “This the sorry Charlie?”

Standing beside the ill-fated man, she procured a cigarette and a lighter from her purse, neck craned down as she lit up.

“Not a very nice way to talk about your johns.” He mumbled, instantly grabbing her attention. “But you’re a good looking broad, so I’ll let it slide.”

Dropping her purse to the ground with a thud, Carrie punched the man in the throat before driving a knee into his groin. Her breath came out in smoky plumes as she heaved, fists wound tightly at her sides.

“Gotta learn to keep your whore in line, man.” The contact sputtered as he attempted to regain his breath. Pursing his lips in a tight line, Dodd promptly grabbed the man by the throat. His fingers tightened around the soft skin, squeezing tightly as he pushed the man into the hood of the rusty pickup.

“She’s not my whore.” He hissed through tightly clenched teeth. “She’s not my anything.”

It wasn’t about chivalry; Carrie knew that much. Afterall, a gentleman didn’t pretend a woman was a prostitute during a sting without her knowing.

Dodd Gerhardt was no gentleman. This was about defending his own honor. Why would anyone call Carolyn Fitzpatrick his? The bony, headstrong feminist from Chicago?

The rhythmic pounding of a fist into flesh echoed in her ears as she retrieved her bag from the ground. Gravel crunched under her heels as she sidled up beside Dodd. His barrel chest heaved, leather sheathed knuckles splattered with blood.

Eyes drifted over the exposed skin of his thick neck, a shiny gold chain raising with his breathing. Blinking hard, Carolyn looked at the bloody face of the contact; he was barely conscious but alive.

“Thought I was supposed to take him out. Make it look like a hit.” Hanzee’s voice startled them both as he stepped into the moonlight, rifle in hand.

“Things got out of hand.” Dodd sighed, pulling his gloves from his fingers.

“Oh yeah?” He prodded, voice low. Dodd rounded on the man, towering over Hanzee’s slight frame like a monster.

“You got something to say, red man? Then say it.”

Slender shoulders shrugged beneath a heavy military jacket. Cocking his head, Dodd only had a moment to process the slight against him before a hollow bang sounded behind him.

Her shadow loomed over the fat man’s body, the filter of her cigarette burning an orange halo in the night. Stepping closer, he saw blood leak from a bloody hole in the man’s forehead.

Within seconds Dodd had her fur coat by the lapels, pulling her nearly an inch away from his face. Orange ringed cigarette falling to the ground, the heady smoke of tobacco tickled his nostrils

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He shook her roughly. Gulping down a hard lump in her throat, Carrie attempted to hide her fear.

Mess with the bull, bound to get the horns, Care-bear.

That’s what her big brother, Mickey, used to say when they were kids. Now the bull was bucking, trying to spear her.

“You said you wanted theatrics, to scare those petty bastards.” Her eyes fell to the chain around his thick neck, the gaudy facets glittering in the moonlight. Even in the shadows he was terrifying.

“It wasn’t your call to make.” Pulling tighter, he suddenly released his grip on her all together, sending the woman reeling back on her feet, stumbling to keep her balance

“But- “

“But nothing,” he berated her like a child, stomping off to the driver seat of his car. “Get in your little hippy dippy Karmann Ghia and meet us at the house. Ma wants you there.”

If it was up to him, she’d have stayed in Chicago. But Floyd had taken a shine to the woman, feeling the need to pay a debt to an old family friend. Now he was embroiled in a scheme that somehow bolstered familial female empowerment.

Stupid Steinem bullshit. The thought had crossed his mind multiple times. Women working together only made a man’s job harder.

 He’d swung open the door and was about to slide into the driver’s seat when her voice piped up suddenly.

“You’re scared that I’m gonna out do you.” Carrie’s voice wavered, “I know it gives you one hell of a hard-on to put me down. But I’m here to do a job and I have no problem out doing you.” Gravel crunched under her heels as she strode away, emboldened. Dodd’s eyes bulged as he felt all the blood rush to his head.

Hanzee swiftly retreated into the passenger seat, not wanting to deal with either his buffoonish superior or whatever walloping the naïve woman was bound to receive..

In one swift spin, he closed on her retreating form. Yanking a fistful of hair, the man easily brought her to the ground. Tears pricked glassy green eyes as Carolyn rubbed her throbbing scalp. The man towered over her, face hidden in the dark.

A steel toed boot trapped a slender wrist on shards of stone as she attempted to pull herself up Hissing in pain, Carrie attempted to tug her arm free, only for Dodd to apply more weight.

“Jesus, what do you want from me?” She whined, the pressure turning into a persistent ache. “An apology?”

“I want you gone.” His voice was deep, a warning. He bared down on her so hard she was sure the bone would break. Then he stopped, retreating to his Continental in a huff. “Don’t need to be takin’ orders from any outsider. Especially you.”

When Carrie was back on her feet, tires screeched before the vehicle zoomed down the barren highway. Slender fingers shook powdery stones off of the fur coat. Eyeing the body sagging against the rusted pickup, she marched over to her sporty Volkswagen.

Thankfully she knew how to get to the compound alone, because Dodd Gerhardt had once again left her alone in the dark.

[lynnsartsworld]

Lynn Meeting her Characters for the first time!

I’m going to post parts of my personal story that I’ve been making for while now and a lot of it is like really sad; sorry it’s just stuff that I’ve been going through and my characters to make me feel better and always there for me even though.

I feel alone, I always have them near me Please don’t take it the wrong way because I love them so much and I have like an emotional attachment to them.

[kathrynalicemc]

🖋 for Aros (+Benji?) & Nerys

Most of the headcanons I have about them you already know. However I recently decided that Long Long Time by Linda Ronstadt is now one of their ship songs. Is it solely because of the Last of Us episode? You bet 😌Also maybe they go for regular trips to the beach or countryside with Apollo for picnics?

As for Nerys I headcanon that she loves to bake pies. She lives in a small cottagecore house out in the countryside before she meets Leo so either they live there or they find their own place that is similar. I headcanon they have a cottage life and hang their laundry outside and grow a garden and bake pies and read books by the fire and maybe raise chickens or sheep??

[hifargoweek]

That's a Wrap!

Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024 has officially come to an end.

The AO3 collection is now closed, and there is a total of ten works available to read featuring twenty-eight characters, five of whom received the first work for their tag!

In addition to those ten fics on AO3, there were also two pieces of fanart posted on Tumblr!

The character with the most works shared this week is Hanzee Dent, with four. Here’s a complete list of tagged characters (not counting mentioned characters or OCs):

Hanzee Dent (4)

Rye Gerhardt (3)

Bear Gerhardt (2)

Dodd Gerhardt (2)

Mike Milligan (2)

Virgil Bauer - *1st work*

Peggy Blumquist

Ricky G - *1st work*

Charlie Gerhardt

Floyd Gerhardt

Otto Gerhardt

Simone Gerhardt

Danish Graves

Sonny Greer

Constance Heck

Gale Kitchen

Hank Larsson

Lorraine Lyon

Indira Olmstead

Lars Olmstead - *1st work*

Ben Schmidt

Jordan Seymore - *1st work*

Lou Solverson

Molly Solverson

Ollie Stein - *1st work*

Linda Tillman

Noreen Vanderslice

Karl Weathers

Thank you so much to those who participated and followed along!

Special shoutout to @gerhardtz, who shared a work for every single prompt on the schedule this week... Bravo! ⭐🏆🏅

[cursedvaultss]

HPHL OC Profile: Cordelia Duncan

“Autumn is an interesting season, even in the metaphor of life, is a time of decline, of loss, but also intense and haunting beauty. Some places, like some people, never are or have been, as beautiful in their fall."

Name: Cordelia Annalise Duncan

Nicknames: Cordy

Birthdate: April 22nd, 1875 (or depending on the timeline)

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Blood Status: Unknown, possibly Muggleborn

Nationality: British

Sexuality: Bisexual

I haven't actually played Hogwarts Legacy and I'm not exactly planning to, but I'm not above stealing the cool aspects of the story and using them for my own purposes, so that's what Cordelia is here for!

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown/black

Eyes: Brown

Height: 175.3 cm (5ft 9)

Weight: 55kg 

Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie

Background

Home: An orphanage in London and Hogwarts

Family

Cordelia is an orphan and she doesn't know who her parents are. As she grows up, she wants to find out the identities of her mother and father and whether or not they're alive or if she has any other relatives left alive.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Career

11-17: Hogwarts Student 

17->: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Cordelia can be a little complicated. On one hand, she wants to be a good friend and kind, but on the other, she often puts her own goals ahead of those around her. She knows many people around the school and can be sociable and fun, but she doesn't let people really close to her easily. She has developed a hard exterior during her life living in the orphanage and having to fend for herself. She probably gets along best with people who can understand or even relate to her circumstances. Priorities: Making her goals a reality, success, helping her friends

Strengths: Ambitious, cunning, sociable, adaptable, wants to do good and be good

Weaknesses: Single-minded, self-centered, guards her true emotions closely

Stressed: When she feels stuck, either with her goals or physically

Calm/Comforted: While studying, while with her friends

Favorites

Colours: gold, green

Weather: Clear skies, sun

Hobbies:

Fashion: Cordelia doesn't have a lot of money so she starts out wearing whatever she has been given at the orphanage but during her time at Hogwarts she acquires a few more extravagant pieces which she values and takes good care of.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: OPEN

Friends:

Sebastian Sallow

Anne Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Cecilia Balinor by @endlessly-cursed

Zelda Cairncross, Lillian Brokenshire, Sidonie Lewis, Benji Gerhardt, and Galen Stagg by @cursebreakerfarrier

Lettie Heyes, Milo Foy, and Ambrose Penvellyn by @cursedlegacies

Atticus Doherty, Fred Graham, Anastasia and Florence Osada by @hphmmatthewluther

Danny Gibson by @catohphm

Logan Rosseto, Haldir Eilphyra, Johnny Tazar Jr., Ayas Perphyra, Elyon Vamaer, and Elisen Chaeyra by @nicos-oc-hell

Brianna O’Rourke by @unfortunate-arrow

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals:

Sebastian Sallow

Trivia

Cordelia enjoys fashion, although she hardly had money to spend on clothes. She knows how to make her own clothes either by hand and later with the help of magic.

When she grows up, she wants to do something to help other children who come to the Wizrding world with no money and no clue what's going on.

She cares about people deeply, although she doesn't often show it.

[taylor-titmouse]

If you woke up as one of your ocs, which would you most want, which would you least want, and why

conrad from house gerhardt would be pretty good to be isekaied into. he's the guy i draw with the vampire ladies. he doesn't have to work he just has to get laid all the time by hot vampire ladies. sounds like a dream. he does not appreciate how great that is the way i would

and i think i'd least like to be vee. her situation is Unideal to me lol. hot in concept. would not want to live it myself

[crouton-knight]

25!

25. hey - what are you working on right now?  

Technically nothing because I'm on mobile and none of my documents are open, but here's all my WIPs right now anyway, including concepts that I haven't actually started on yet. Feel free to ask about them!

Note that most of this is extremely NSFW and also there's uhhh a Lot.

Original

Milk And Honey - The direct sequel to Knot A Problem; Marzi heads up to Glibberspring Caldera and takes on a quest to convince a honey slime to work with the spa.

Magical Yakuza Girl (working title) - A magical girl's mascot is being held hostage by an organized crime group; she has to balance school life, fighting monsters, territory battles with other magical girls, and the demands of her handlers.

Seto Taisho and the Kitchen War - A young boy gets trapped in a haunted house and drafted into an army of tsukumogami, headed by the titular General Seto. (Not started.)

A Rock And A Hard Place - More of Marzi's adventures; Marzi explores the deeper levels of Glibberspring Caldera and discovers a glittering underground city that really doesn't want him to leave. (Not started)

Lays Of Legend - After "A Rock And A Hard Place", Marzi finds himself back on the surface and headed towards a coastal town. There he meets a legendary party of adventurers, the Vulgar Vagabonds. (Not started but I have all the characters named.)

God Will Understand - Sister Netta, an exorcist with some decidedly unorthodox methods, is contacted by an ancient demon pleading for her help in purifying a mining settlement of his disturbed remains. (Not started.)

Naughty Little Helpers - Knoell, an occultist, challenges the existence and influence of several holiday spirits; some take up the bet.

Harem Counseling - Farmer Gerhardt (same one from Knot A Problem) opens up an inn and becomes the focus of various parties' affections, and all of these new faces are each others' exes. (Not started.)

Homestuck

Matches And Tar - Sollux/Karkat Steampunk AU; Sollux ditches an educational outing when he sees Karkat get in a fight and decides fooling around with this scrappy little bastard is more fun.

Decompression Sickness - Dirk/Dualscar/OC Space Trucker!Dualscar AU; Some cargo thaws out during a sketchy delivery, and Dualscar and Dirk find themselves face to face with a slightly deranged part of Dualscar's past.

Price of an Empire, or, A Mutant MechPilot Gets Fucked Up - Karkat/various Mecha AU, sort of; Alternian pilots are chemically conditioned to hyperfocus on combat and defeating the enemy, which has the unintentional side-effect dulling emotional and physical response to other situations: Karkat can't get aroused unless the danger is real.

Brother Lover ep. 2: I Can't Believe I'm Trying To Seduce My Elder Bro By Crossdressing! - Bro/Dave; A direct sequel to Brother Lover: My Elder Bro Is A Pervert Loser And I Might Be One Too!? where Dave decides yeah he was into that and he's going to order a cheap, shitty seifuku and some panties to try and get in Bro's pants again. (Not started)

I'll Set You Up Against The Stars (ch. 2) - Dave/Rose modern gods AU; Dave gets harassed by the goddess of Light and Rain. Current chapter: Dave wakes up from a coma.

Skaia City: Underground (ch. 4) - superhero AU; Karkat tries to be a superhero, with mixed results. Current chapter: Karkat gets a deeper look at Absinthe's methods and motives.

Starry Defender Zodiac Knight (ch. 1) - Magical girl hentai parody AU; Karkat is chosen to be the champion of the stars, which involves a skimpy outfit, going up like five cup sizes, and defeating various kink monsters with the power of ass. Current chapter: Sassacre Public College is attacked by a an interdimensional tentacle monster.

An Unfortunate Honor: Bearing, Duty, And Other Troubles (ch. 15) - breederstuck AU; The Maelstrom runs out of food and a number of trolls have to produce eggs and get some perks in exchange. Current chapter: Karkat gets jumped in the hallway but one of the perks of the job is someone actually rescues him.

On Monsters Fair And Fearsome (ch. 3) - Dualscar/Karkat fairytale/Beauty And The Beast AU; Karkat flees the burned remnants of his hometown and finds himself in a magical, haunted castle, stalked by a beastly prince. Current chapter: Karkat bargains his curse-breaking abilities for his life.

The Menagerie (ch. 9) - EquiKat and DaveKat vaguely Victorian AU I guess; Equius Zahhak, obsessed with the troll who saved his life several years prior, throws out all propriety to seduce Karkat, now a burlesque dancer working at The Menagerie. Current chapter: Equius tries to apologize for his presumptuous earlier encounter.

space cowboy disaster zone (ch. 9) - DaveJadeKat space western/scavengers AU; A ship crashes during an electrical storm? Not unusual. Karkat and company find a survivor in the wreck? Yeah, that complicates things. Current chapter: Dave and Karkat talk about how they each ended up where they are and what they plan to do next.

Stranger Stars and Suns (ch. 8) - Empirestuck!AU; the Dersite royals are settling into their first few days in the Prospitian capital as slaves. Current chapter: Rose has to take another lesson from Kanaya, and considers how much of herself she can bear to lose.

crucible (ch. 1) - some really dead dove torture porn; On the eve of a new Grand Highblood's anointing, the Mirthful Citadel extends an invitation to any trolls of conscription age who would otherwise be culled on Ascension Day: Entertain the juggalos, and if you survive the party, you walk free. What have you got to lose? (not started)

Danse Macabre (ch. 5) - Dave/Karkat modern gods AU; Dave finds a really weird BDSM club that nobody seems to think is out of place but him. Current chapter: Karkat feeds Dave more fruit, takes his jacket, and fucks him stupid.

Let Me Tell You About Humanity (ch. 13) - idk what to even call this; Karkat just learns he's a xenophile. Current chapter: The Striders fuck Karkat and Eridan at the same time.

raze the sky in engine fire (ch. 14) - Sollux/Karkat more nasty smutfic; Karkat gets thoroughly abused by a variety of people at his workplace. Current chapter: Karkat gets a new job, he and Sollux both get fucked and fucked over. (chapter not started)

we daren't go a-hunting (ch. 4) - Eridan/Feferi/Karkat fae AU; Feferi encounters a changeling being hunted by, presumably, his own kind, and gets herself involved in trying to help him out. Current chapter: Feferi tries to figure out how to open some dialogue between Karkat and Eridan. (chapter not started)

DragonFable

House Rules - Cysero/Warlic pre-canon; Some early incidents while Cysero and Warlic were still getting to know each other and how to live together.

Warp And Weft - Aegis/Vaal/Hero; Vaal attempts to train the hero as a chaosweaver aboard the Unity; Aegis shows the hero some fun applications of Soulsynch, with Vaal's help.

dancers in the garden - Notha/Remthalas pre-canon; Notha brings Remthalas as a date to a party, mostly as a distraction so she can go ham on the buffet table, but they mostly end up hanging out in the garden instead.

[untitled bad end fic] - Notha/Remthool; One of Notha's nightmares during Reawakening was... graphic. And a little prophetic.

Milkteeth - pre-canon; Notha loses a tooth as a child and learns about the tooth fairy. She proclaims it heresy.

And miles to go before I sleep - pre-canon; Mr. Nameless, before he was Mr. Nameless, was a child's guardian against nightmares.

Trust Fall - Notha/Remthalas pre-canon Corrupted Champion!Notha AU; Notha, Champion of the Avatars, hunts down the former Keeper of the Water Orb. The two end up trapped in Apsaydaaun for a week and have to rely on each other to survive.

Doppelganger - Envy|Aspar/Tomix; Set shortly after Lust gets banished and Tomix starts having his doubts. Aspar, unable to understand or express his feelings towards him, gets under Tomix's skin- literally.

[untitled sex tape fic] - Cysero/Warlic; Cysero convinces Warlic to dress up in some tarted-up Infernal regalia and "abdicate the throne" for his dick.

[untitled mushRem fic] - Notha/MushRem; Notha explores the remnants of the Northlands rift and encounters a fungal simulacrum of Remthalas. She cannot kill him in any way that matters.

[untitled phantom pregnancy fic] - Notha/Remthalas body horror; After the events of Butterfly Paradox, Rem starts showing signs of pregnancy; physically, it's just hormonal imbalance, and Notha reassures him of such. But in dreams...

The Late Night Adventurers' Guild - The Oldest Profession is alive and well on Lore. Some late night adventurers talk about their experiences and the tricks and tools of the trade. (Names changed or omitted for privacy, of course.)

[untitled jail smut fic] - Kara/Akanthus; Set around the time Kara is in Espina Rosa. Turns out Kara kept her secrets so well because she treated the whole situation as high-stakes bedroom roleplay.

[untitled pirate!Voyna fic] - Voyna Lives AU; Rather than rot in her cave now that she doesn't really have a reason to be there, Voyna signs up for a pirate crew.

It's Okay If It's You - Notha/Remthalas - These two have some severe control issues but come to an understanding of when and how to get their kinks fulfilled at the same time.

Devilfish (ch. 2) - pre-canon; Headcanon backstory for Remthalas. Current chapter: The abyssal elves of Ogenos are suffering a bizarre and terrifying sleeping plague.

As the rain comes home to the sea (ch. 4) - Notha/Remthalas, The Shape of Water-inspired AU; Notha Ly'Vhil joins a research team exploring an underwater city, and meets the last living remnant of its people. Current chapter: Notha checks out the city itself, and then tries to ask Remthalas about it.

let it be different (let it be enough) (ch. 2) - Tomix comes back to life in a Lore very different from when he first left it. Current chapter: The hero and Aegis bring Tomix to Falconreach.

Madoka Magica

Catch Up - Tales From Kazamuki; Midori Tachibana goes around town and reminisces about a dead friend.

Arrhythmia (ch. 3) - Madoka/Homura (sort of) vampire AU; Akemi Homura, a sickly transfer student, develops a crush and obsession centered on Kaname Madoka, a recently-turned vampire. Current chapter: Homura starts getting suspicious about Madoka's friendship with Sayaka.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Asariel is a winged one!

Bonded Pairs: Angel Run

CW: Some depression? Probably not much for this one.

Tags: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan (Zariel is a good boy) @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog I'm working on a tag list so let me know if you want to be on it.

There really weren’t a lot of Astartes-sized vehicles on ancient Terra.  A healthy space marine could, in most cases, move as fast as most civilian vehicles, and serious enough injuries to require transportation were rare.  The best option Zariel could find was the bed of Robin’s pick-up truck.  It wasn’t going to be comfortable, but it was at least safe enough.

Asariel watched carefully to ensure that Gerhardt wasn’t hurt.  He was being cared for by his own chapter.  That was good.  He’d be able to get better under the care of his brothers.  Meanwhile Asariel needed to disappear before that medic found out too much information.  He would be able to track where the truck went later, find where Gerhardt was and meet up with him once he was stabilized.

In the distance, Asariel made his way deeper into the woods, away from civilization, not that there was a lot of it out here anyway.  He was small enough to pass for a tall baseline mortal from a distance, which meant he drew little attention out here.  After alittle bit of running he came to a river and plunged in, swimming upstream a ways to break the scent trail before emerging.  It was getting dark out, not that that presented much problem for his eyes.  He found a hollow where a massive tree had fallen, ripped up by a storm, and took his robe off to dry.  Wings unfurled from his back and he shook them briefly before clawing at them, pulling a mess of bloody feathers away as the cold water dripped down his skin.  The blood angel snarled silently at the sensation, disliking having them revealed even out here with no one to see. Folding them back, he settled to wait patiently for some wild game to pass by, fangs bared in anticipation.

Back at the farmhouse, Zariel cursed silently to find his other patient gone, but he didn’t have the time to search for the wayward blood angel.  A single, long, white flight feather with a bloody quill lay at the door to the basement room, too long to be any wild bird.

[wenmistry]

Was originally going to shade this, but I like it how it is. I promise I'll update their fic soon :')

[gerhardtz]

HIFargoWeek Day 2 - Backstories

Drop It, Doe Eyes: Chapter 1 - April 23rd, 1975 – 00:31

Jethro Sprang was always drawn to the Gerhardts, ever since he was saved from a bully by their youngest when he was ten. He didn't expect that, fourteen years later, he'd be saved by that boy yet again. This time, from the Gerhardts themselves, as he found himself in a dark alleyway, drenched in someone else's blood.

For Day 2 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Backstories

[endless-petals]

Crossfire - Chapter 4

TW: sexuality, crass references, violence, sexism, tobacco use, language, etc.

WC: 2000

Plans were discussed, arrangements were made. Three weeks had passed since Carrie had been in Bismarck or Fargo. She enjoyed the calm before the storm as she shuffled around her father’s home in Forest Glen, stomach turning at the thought of the hit.

The property was tucked away from the city, a compound that boasted the sprawling Victorian, with her eldest brother’s family living in the renovated servants house. A few men were peppered about the long driveway, one or two stationed on the wrap around porch.

Carrie took solace in the safety of the only normalcy she’d experienced.

The kitchen was drafty, leaving the woman shivering at the small dining table. An iron tea kettle sat on the burner while green eyes watched it dazedly. Her father padded into the room, slippers thudding softly against the linoleum.

“Isn’t there something to be said about watching kettles boil?” His voice was faint, Irish accent still clinging to every syllable.

“Hmmm? Oh, I suppose so.” The woman straightened up in her chair, turning to face her father. Jack Fitzpatrick was withering. Craggy and worn from a storied life, the old man almost exclusively wore a plush robe with matching pajama pants

He looked more like a tender grandfather as opposed to an aging crime boss.

“You’re quite the trailblazer.” He hummed, taking a seat across from his daughter. Mindlessly, he ran his fingers across the ornate pipe in his hands before setting it on the table

“I’m not a trailblazer. I couldn’t have done any of this if you didn’t arrange it. And if the Gerhardt’s weren’t indebted to you.”

“Maybe not.” He shrugged, before taking her small hand in his fragile one. “It’s a business of stealing and killing. But you’ve got the balls to do it.”

“You would’ve sent Chet- “

“Oh, damn your baby brother.” He waved his hand. “His antics are a pain in my ass. You’re the sweetest one I got.”

“But definitely not the strongest.”

“No. But Mickey was green once too. Look at the bulldog he is today.”

While that was true, Mickey had been a muscled jock from high school on, always raring for a good fight. He’d never have to prove himself to anyone in the syndicate because of his gender.

Carrie would have to prove she wasn’t a weak woman for the rest of her life. Thinking against sharing her thoughts, she offered a weak smile. With her father’s health in decline, she’d rather spend her moments with him content than anguished. They were so far and few in between these days that it was more of a delicacy.

“She would’ve been proud, you know.” Jack’s blue eyes sparkled.

“Who? Ma?”

“No, Peggy Lee.” He smacked her hand playfully. “Of course, your mother.”

The kettle whistled, making the redhead jump.

“Tea?” She offered to her father as she carefully removed the pot from the heat.

“Please,” He cleared his throat, “With a slice of lemon. Vicky said she sliced some wedges up this morning.”

Busying herself with the task, Carrie barely noticed Ike lumber in. Her father’s most loyal associate, the man was like her second father.

“Your escort’s here, Carolyn.” He stood in the doorway, thumbs looped into his suspenders.

“Already?” she raised an eyebrow before plopping a lemon slice into the dark liquid. She was expecting her ride around three in the afternoon. It was only a little after one.

“One of the Gerhardt’s.” He continued.

“Which one?” Slowly, she carried the porcelain saucer over to her father before setting on the table in front of him.

“Oh, I don’t know. Squirrely fella with a little mustache. He made off with your bags, should be back in now.”

“Rye. Well I guess I’d better grab my shoes and jacket.” She kissed her father on the top of the head. “Will you be okay until I’m back?”

“Of course, dear.” Jack reassured his daughter, squeezing her hand. “Mick, Linda and the girls will be back tomorrow afternoon.”

“If you need anything, call the farm. Floyd’ll put –”

“I’ll be fine.” His watery eyes crinkled as he met his daughter’s gaze. Carrie’s heart swelled, realizing how much faith he had in her. “Now go show those backwoods hicks what city folk are made of.”

She nodded before swaggering off to the coat closet to retrieve her jacket and boots. She took a deep breath before shimmying the garments on and scurrying into the foyer. Rye Gerhardt’s wide eyes met hers as soon as she walked into the room, a mixture of both surprise and relief. He must’ve snorted a hit during the drive.

“Hey, Care. Dodd sent me up to get you and your bags.” He clapped his hands together, rubbing them quickly. “You ready to go?”

Nodding, he wasted no time thrusting the door open. Ike silently watched from the doorway, guarding his boss’s daughter until she left.

The familiar tan Continental sat in the rounded off drive, rattling slightly as it idled. Carrie narrowed her eyes when her gaze fell upon a familiar figure. Stone faced, with a permanent scowl chiseled into his face, Dodd stared impatiently ahead of him.

“Where’s Hanzee?” She asked, wondering where the silent killer could possibly be if not right beside the eldest Gerhardt brother. Rye waited impatiently at the bottom of the porch steps, having beat her down the wooden slats in an instant.

“Doin some shit for my dad.” Rye waved it off, suddenly peering behind her at the heavy front door. “Chet around?”

“In Reno.” Carrie turned both directions suddenly, feeling lighter than usual. “Shit, I forgot my purse.”

She turned, scampering up the porch and back through the front door, Rye manically trailing on her heels. He slammed the door shut behind them when the car horn started to blare.

……

The drive was mostly silent. Sitting in the passenger seat, Carrie kept her eyes on the road, resisting the urge to glance at the man driving. Rye had yammered away as soon the car peeled out of the suburbs and onto the highway.

Roughly four hours later, he was stretched across the back seat sleeping soundly.

Left alone with a man that despised her until they got to the motel was nerve wracking. She could still practically feel his fist in her hair, yanking her to the ground.

Worse yet, she found herself missing the feel of his fingers wrapped in her auburn locks. It was a rush to be yanked about, something she’d never felt before.

“When’s Jack sendin’ the rest?” Dodd spoke suddenly, startling the woman. If he noticed, she couldn’t tell.

“Said they’ll leave tomorrow afternoon.”

He said nothing, inhaling deeply through his nose. Carrie glanced at him peripherally, trying to steal a peak. The man was intimidating: His brow and eyes were shadowed by the flat cap he wore, lips tightly pursed, sharp sideburns flecked with gray.

No matter how much he angered her, she couldn’t argue that Dodd Gerhardt emanated raw masculinity.

“What?” He said flatly, dark eyes flitting to the side then back to the road.

“Nothing.” The redhead squeaked, face turning tomato red. Being born into a life of organized crime had hardened Carolyn. Most of the men she met rarely intimidated her; yet Dodd flustered her like no other.

He smirked, curling his fingers tightly around the steering wheel. He didn’t care if he affected women or not. Afterall, he couldn’t stand them and didn’t need a girl swooning and getting google eyed.

But he reveled in how anxious this particular woman was around him. Carrie was confident but all he had to do was raise his voice and take a step closer and she shrunk back with her tail between her legs.

It reminded him of Leigh Ann when she got mouthy. After he merely lifted his hand, his wife was agreeable again. It was easier to cohabitate on Earth once a man discovered the weaker sex could be conditioned and trained like the whelps they were.

“What’s it like?” Carrie cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. She was an accomplice, not a child and refused to be treated as such.

“What’s what like?” he drawled, words thick with his accent.

“Killing.” She said simply. The man’s sarcastic chuckle sent a chill down her spine.

“You shot the Schneider’s guy a few weeks back”

“That doesn’t count. You already beat him within an inch of his life. I was just putting a wounded animal out of its misery.”

“Your daddy runs most of Chicago and has territories all over the Midwest and you’ve never shot a man dead on your own before?”

“Fractured a few shin bones,” She shrugged. “Even nicked a guy in the ear.”

“Bet that was on purpose.” He grumbled, trying to drown out his runt brother’s snoring by pushing down the gas pedal.

“You’re good with a pistol.” She added flatly. The older man cocked his head before slowly drifting to the side of the road and bringing the vehicle to a stop. There were very few cars on the highway as the sun began to sink.

She was burrowing deep beneath his skin and it was unacceptable. He wouldn’t let her worm her way into his brain.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” Dodd turned to face her, shaking a finger at her. “But you best stop playing games with me less you want me to wreck that pretty face.”

“There’s no ulterior motives.” She rolled her eyes, his alpha tendencies fraying her last nerve. “I have a proposition.”

“What makes you think I’d accept anything a little ballbuster like you cooks up in her warped mind?” His eyes were slits, jaw set as he readied himself for a fight.

But Carrie refused to give in. She had an ultimatum, not a hankering for a fight.

“Help me be a better shot and all together, more threatening, and I’ll offer you an individual profit of my cut.”

“You’re really dense if you think my pop or brothers would ever agree to that.”

“They don’t have to know. It’ll be our secret.”

The older man smirked darkly, taking in the innocent young thing before him. She wanted to be corrupted and was willing to barter for it. He appreciated the gesture.

They both looked in the backseat to assure Rye still slept before they continued.

“Pussy cat wants to sharpen her claws, huh?” His voice was an octave deeper, darker. Carolyn closed her eyes, nodding. “Then buckle up, baby. You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Mahogany eyes fell on the deserted highway as he turned the keys in the ignition, engine roaring back to life. Tires screeched against the asphalt as Dodd floored it.

He was going to take her on the ride of her life, and it was too late to look back now.

[lynnsartsworld]

Thank you for voting. I know it’s a little late. I apologise but I will draw something. HL related I promise and I might draw Poppy and April, I haven’t drawn these witches for while so I’ll probably enjoy them really soon. Sadly enough, I’ve been obsessing over Bing AI; but I promise I will draw Poppy and April really soon love you all!!

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