#Or if you were interested in attacking any of my other ocs I would be happy to post them here!

[shepscapades]

Hi! I really wanna do artfight but haven’t figured out how to send anything can u maybe explain? 🥺👉👈

Sure! Artfight is an online art-trading event that happens for the entire month of July, on artfight.net— every year, two “themes” are revealed, and participating artists will pick one of them to be on that “team.” You can upload reference pictures and explanations of your ocs to your profile page on artfight, and throughout the month, artists can draw other users’ characters and send them as “attacks,” ideally drawing characters from artists on the opposite team to earn points for their own team (though many artists (including myself) will just join/participate to draw their friends’ ocs and characters they think would be fun to draw, regardless of the teams)!

If you’re trying to figure out how to send an attack, you should be able to find the “Attacks” option on the drop down on the top right of the artfight home page (under the ‘Manage’ section, not ‘Messages’), and on that page you should be able to select “Submit New Attack!” from there, you’ll fill out anything you want to say about the attack, upload your images (as well as a 200x200 pixel thumbnail)l what “level” of drawing it is (how much you colored it, if you shaded it, if there’s a background, etc), and the website will calculate how many points you’ve earned for your team based on all of those categories and wether or not the artist you’re attacking is on your team or not!

Unfortunately, there’s only a few more days left in this year’s artfight, so you won’t be able to earn points for your team after August 3rd, but nothing can stop you from drawing others’ OCs for fun and posting them here after the event! Or you can always wait for next years fight if you want to take part in the team fight itself! But that being said you can join at any time even if it’s just for one week or one day or whatever!

[scara-writes]

100% perfect

GN!Esper!Reader x Y!Guide!Male OC

Note: hello im back. A lot happened, I had an anxiety attacks, my mind has been having a lot of bad thoughts, my dog passed away last year—three months ago... I didn't have a lot of time for me to write since I've been grieving for my dog's death up until now but I'm okay, I'm healing... Anyway, my writings is rusty and probably didn't improve. I know some of you guys really tried to reach out through ask and I'm kind of happy. Thanks. For now I'll give this to piece of one shot for a new year. This Esper x Guide thing I made might not be accurate. All i know is they are similar to Alpha x Omega shits except the curse thing on espers. This might be cringe. i will try to edit it. I will try to update the other oc's as well.

-also please do not do this, i do not condone anything in this story. This is purely fiction and be kept as a fiction.

CW: implied se(g)s, implied suicide(mention), yandere, drugging, manipulation, dynamic power, etc.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"(Y/n)!!" A ginger haired male rush up to you, hugging you by the time you step on the greenery field of the university. Pastel blue of sweater was the first thing you see before you were envelope by a hug. You tense when his arms coils around your waist, hearing him breathe out of relief as he buries his face on your left shoulder. 

You don't know what to do everytime he does this. There were eyes everywhere and it doesn't seem like he is bothered by it.

Of course why would he?

Micah Clarke is not only popular and prettiest student in this campus. He is known for being famous as the youngest champion of ice skating 3 years ago, defending his title until now. His luscious natural lips, his hazel eyes that could make you halt on what you were doing, the type to make yourself give him a third glance because he is so pretty. So pretty that you sometimes envy his glassy skin, igniting a insecurities to yourself. His soft curly ginger hair and freckled face that matches his glossy alabaster complexion. The type of guy who prefers cute, pastel than those typical guys—omg so unique(lol)—that always choose to wear dark or dull colors. Everyone finds him attractive including yourself. Everything about him screams beauty and elegance. He can hook up with men and women if he wants to but he chose not to.

From what you heard, he is a rare S-rank Guide. Most espers would try hook up with him atleast make a contract with someone like him. He would rather spend his time painting his nails, crochetting, organising or planning his time, practicing his amazing skills on ice skating, or rather do hundred routine for his skincare than hook up with other people. Quirky, Alright. Still, this doesn't stop people from wanting to go between his pants and his fame.

To people he is a swan. He is epitome of perfection.

You always see him pass by to your department, always getting called by the principal,inviting him to do a photoshoot, using his face as an advertisment for upcoming enrollent or any event inside the university. You never dwell yourself to swoon on to him whenever he pass by. Fine, you do like him. But not the kind of like where you are romantically interest to him. You just admire his looks, his talents and that's about it. You just don't like he was too friendly, there's nothing wrong with that but invading someone else personal bubble space—and the feeling of shame on yourself for being near someone kind as him—as if you two are already close is not your thing to a person you rarely talk to. Unlike him, you are the quite the opposite when it comes to socialising,You like being alone, you aren't anti-social, atleast, that's what you think you are. You are confident by yourself. An Introvert.

You just like the silence. It eases your deteriorating mind—(stupid esper curse) Somewhere peace and quiet,reading books, listening to music—gosh laufey and wave to earth and even (favorite singer/composer) always sound so good, spending time with your pets, to drown out insanity voices piling up in your head. Although you just have a few friends, you love to be alone. You once dream about getting a job. To work hard and earn a good money, once you have enough money. You would spend it to buy a house and lot somewhere away from the city and nearby the countryside with a small farm. Letting your family and friends to visit you time to time in occassions. Where you can spend the rest of your life alone and happy. A dream that would be come true if only you didn't awakened as an esper after you reach 18.

As for the guy who has the entire school and other people folded for him. He is choosing you to lend his attention, to a person who doesn't like attention. So why was he talking to someone who is a nobody like a B-rank Esper like you? The only interaction you had with him before he let himself in your life was when you pull him away from the bridge—you didn't know him at that time—a few exchange greeting—which of course he would be the first one to initiate it—and.... The party....

"N-ngh!!!" A whiny moan escape his lips. Your lips were on his neck drinking each of his soft sound coming from his mouth. The blaring party background can be ignore in the background thanks to the closed lock door of this room the both of you are in.You bite and nip his skin as if animal marking its prey. You didn't care if you torn his shirt, you just needed his guide seep through more, letting your body gone addicted to him. "(Y-y/n)!" The whay he whimpered your name made you groaned. The way every pulse from his body sends his guiding through your body.  You were delirious, you can't resist him—

"Missed you! Why aren't you checking my messages? You know I got worried when you didn't reply." He whined, his orbs shows concern and sadness. You look away.

"...hey." you greeted him with quieter tone. You pulled away from the hug not liking the way your body just relaxes everytime his guide powers automatically seeps through your body. You don't hate it but you don't like the way that your body depends on someone just for the sake of being sane and relax.

.... The shame you are feeling over the past few weeks.

You still feel guilty and ashamed about it everytime you remember those memory.

"I... I was busy. Had to do homework. I fell asleep and forgot to charge my phone." You told him. Another excuse. You just put your phone on do not disturb.

You don't have the guts to tell a sweet person like him to leave you alone. Well you did because you are ashamed to face him but he insisted it was never you fault. It always ended up him spending time with you. You can't—you owe him more than anything—Especially now that all people's oggling to you too now that you have the attention of the star. They would try to befriending you so that they could get closer to him.

Gosh, you are getting tired. Why can't people leave you alone?

You missed the old times where you can be at peace. No drama, nowhere near on people who wants attention.

"O-oh. Well that's alright."he chided before grabbing your hands with both of his. His smooth hands rubbing against your ragged callouses. He continued, "well actually I was wondering could you hangout out with me? This friday? I know you don't have schedule at that time since you showed me your schedule—And I want to spend more time with you!" He beamed. His smile was out of this world and it blinds you.

"I uhh .. have a plan on that time..." You words went silent as soon as your eyes sees the smile from his lips slowly fell down to his face."really?" The grip on your hands were getting uncomfortable.

"Umm.... I just wanna be on my home and well—"He gasped, his smile is coming back on his symmetrical face as he clung to your right arm."oh! Why didn't you say so? We can hangout together in your home!"

Giddy, he press his front closer to you which made you feel suffocating. His guide power automatically seeps through you again.

"N-no, Mikah... What I meant to say is I plan to rest, like spend alone on that day. A peace and quiet." You slowly pull away your hand gently from his clinging hands.

You didn't expect he would react like this. Tears are already in the corner of his eyes. His lips quivering. "W-what? Are you saying that I'm boring, I-I'm too loud? Did I do something wrong?"

The people who were eavesdropping at your conversation sent a glare and unwanted resentment towards you. 

You quickly shook your head. Your free hand clasping against his clutching ones that is gripping your poor unavailable hand. "No... It's not like that. You didn't do anything wrong.. I just want a me time... You know when... Uhhh before you and I become friends.... I just want to relax by myself.... You're a good friend and a good company but... We've been hanging out for a while... Ummm w-what I'm trying to say is... I want some time to be alone. You... You know what I mean right?"

Micah gave you a blank stare. You were getting uneasy. You bite your inner cheek. Will he lash out? He never seem to be the person who never received a refusal on his entire life. As soon as 2 seconds has passed, you noticed his eyes were akin to sadness. You feel the guilt running up to your spine.

You tried to avoid his gaze looking straight his frowning lips before getting replace by a forced grin. "Oh! I get that! You wish a time for yourself! Self care stuff in all that!" 

Your heart beats a little faster in excitement, is he finally leaving you for a bit? You were about to thank him for understanding. He does l—

"B-but!!" He grabbed your hands again.

You internally groan. Does he even know the word no? Of course he don't.

He never had someone says no to him. Everything he request would be at his feet. You can't yell or be rude. That's not in your nature and plus if you done it. His fans would kill you.

"I need to be with you o-on friday! You know... I wanna spend my birthday with you.. P-please? your presence alone is enough a gift for me." He stammers. You blink in surprise. "I-I promise I won't bother you the next day if you really wanna spend t-time for yourself..."

Birthday?

"T-to be honest.... I don't like parties uhmm..." He lick his lips as if the word 'party' is a taboo between the two of you." Especially my birthday parties because a-although people greet me a happy birthday or any party occasion and stuff they never really mean it. They... Always use that as an excuse to use me for my fame or my money that I earned so hard in those competitions... I.. I plan to not throw one b-because m-my family isn't forcing me anymore... I just want to spend my birthday w-with you. Y-you're the only d-decent person who treated me normally."he stammer.  You feel a lump on your throat when he says you're a decent. "I... I know... Umm I'm asking to much f-from you and I know... you didn't mean to do that—" he continues to rambles that some of his words can't form a right sentence. You noticed his eyes were in the verge of tears, threatening to drop from his eyes. 

"I'm.... Not a decent person." You told him looking away from him, ashamed and hurt were written in your face.Your voice grew quiet but the man Infront catch on what you said, already refering to the 'incident' between the two of you. He bit his lower lips and almost yelled. His face pull out a sad look. It made him look cute if it's from a tears of joy."Y-you are ! You are a decent person! You know it's not your f-fault! You were d-drugged a-and I... I was drunk! W-we both know we weren't in o-our right minds! You never hurted me—!" He starts hiccuping. "You're a-a good person! W-what happened between that night s-should b-be buried! Y-you're a good friend! It's not your fault! It's not your f-fault!" With that he burst into tears.

You didn't expect for him to cry. You panic mentally. What should you do on these type of situations? You pull him for a hug—albeit stiffeningly."Ok... Ok... Don't cry.... I don't like it... When you cry.. I'm sorry." You told him honestly, truthfully this is not the first time he argued about the incident with you.

You still feel ashamed of yourself. You really do. 

The party. If only you didn't come to your friend's party. The guilt won't eat you. No matter how many times Micah convinced you that none of it was your fault. You feel like you can't face him. He did say he was also drunk at the time but still... You could have gotten home earlier and didn't force yourself on him.

You cried and apologised so many times from him at that time, swearing you will turn yourself over to the police and never let him see your face again. You saw how his whole body was full of marks, hickeys, and bruises. He look like he got ravage. His clothes were thorn and you wish the drug in your system that time killed you.

Micah's eyes light up and a smirk forming from his lips as he nuzzle his face on your neck, pretending to cry even more. Everything is planned, everything worked for him to get you under his palm. He can feel the guilt eating you. 

"... it's okay... Hik... " He sob sneaking in to kiss your neck. You are to busy awkwardly and hesitantly patting his back and hugging him and the man love every second of it.

From the moment you save him from jumping off the bridge, he needed to make you his. Someone who genuinely cares for him from this greedy world is something he needed to treasure.

Oh how he had you wrap around his fingers the moment you accepted that drug-disguise juice from one of his friends offered by the man himself. It's your fault.

It doesn't matter. You're under his palm forever. Everything is 100% perfect.

[donnadiddadog]

the reaper pt 1

Summary: Y/N is a member of the Inner Circle, and there is a decision to have a suicide mission that would help win the war against Hybern - and Y/N has to take charge of it. Azriel cannot let Y/N go just like that.

Word Count: 1.9K ish

Warnings: Mentions of death and soldiers being harmed in war, slight cursing (if any tbh i don't think so). If anything is left out, let me know below!

a/n: First Person (but I use Y/N as a character, not an OC), I am going to convert this into a series cuz I have an idea (this is going to be slightly based on Nesta’s whole spiral in ACOSF in the next few parts). All credit for the prompt and the inspiration of the first half (loosely based on the story part 1) to “Farewell my love” (written by @allthehopesforlove) - you should check it out, too. It's pretty well written (sending you much love @allthehopesforlove<3). Also, the concept of the Eight is based on Manon from the TOG series! I' 'll upload the next few parts by Jan end (I have finals in two days what am I doing here????)

14th Jan 2025, Writing 3

There is no way that the war can be won without this move. That was the consensus as we stood around the replica of the battleground - Rhys was motionless as he assessed the situation and Cassian kept pacing around the tent that swayed with the wind. Mor was leaning against the chair, her injuries preventing her from standing up straight. I looked at Azriel as he stared at the map and tried to figure out.

The move was simple - a 300 soldiers in a formation that would cleave the Hybern army at the centre, at the weakest point. With the seperation of the army into fragments, the Spring, Autumn and Day Court Armies could take over the upper flank and the Winter and Dawn Court Armies taking over the lower flank; the Night Court attacks from the back to prevent anyone else from escaping. The Summer Court would join the 300 soldiers after they had seperated the army and prevent them from joining again which would turn the tide of the war against Prythian.

All 300 would most likely die. A 95% chance according to me, Cassian agreed with that figure, if not implying that the danger was higher. Feyre was watching her mate, I think she was just scared that he would choose to be the one to lead the soldiers now nicknamed the Regiment 300. The final stand.

There were arguments made in favour and against, Rhys and Cassian at each others throats, Azriel trying to calm the whole situation down. I stood there watching them all fight and try to figure it out while the clock ticked. Hybern would not stop their planning, their tactics just because we couldnt get our shit together. The other High Lords were aware of this plan, it was Beron who had assigned the final duty of choosing the Regiment 300 from the Night Court rather than any other Court. He deemed it fair - that it was us who had to shed the final blood. Meant it as an insult but it was right.

I dont remember much because it was a blur. I had slammed my fists into the table, looked them dead in the eye and explained why it couldnt be any of them. How if Morrigan rode out, she wouldnt make it ten steps before falling dead from her horse. How Feyre could not go to war because she was not trained enough yet. How Rhysand cannot go to war because he is the High Lord and his death would mean a constitutional crisis. How Cassian and Azriel cannot go to war because they had to lead the Night Courts attack with Feyre assisting. How Amren was not going to since she had to figure out the Cauldron’s final secrets. And that only left me.

I wasn't exactly a military person, like Cassian was. I was a strategist, I knew the military tactics but nothing more. I wasn't interested in the training part of it. But I was a damn good leader, people listened to me and I could hold my weight for a while in battle if it came down to it. I could do it, I had to do it. It was the only option left and I knew that I would have to do it. If only to see my family, the Inner Circle, see the sunrise day after tomorrow.

Azriel spoke almost as a whisper, “You cannot possible think that I would allow you to go and do that. To go and kill yourself.” Before Rhys could agree with him and argue with me, I looked Azriel dead in the eye and asked him to find another individual to sacrifice then. And he had stopped breathing, his mind turning. But he wouldnt accept it, his eyes betryaed that he would have rather tied me down than let me go. That is the male I know, the one who cannot bear to accept my demise. Oh Azriel, if only you knew how much I hate this decision of mine. Sweetheart, we were supposed to have a lifetime together.

Further arguments were made but I turned to Rhys and spoke to him mind to mind. He turned to me, face to face, man to man. And I reminded him of that phrase that all good monarchs were supposed to live by. I bent the knee, bowed my head and waited for him. He took a sharp breath in and spoke in his regal voice, “Y/N, you have been given command of the Regiment 300. Ride in the name of the High Lord of the Night Court and make your last stand. Defend Prythian and may the Mother be with you.” I rose and bowed to my High Lord as I turned.

I left the tent before Azriel could grab my hand, before he could see the tears drop. Cassian held him against his will and I could hear Azriel bellowing out my name, cursing the gods for letting this happen, attempting to hurt Cassian to reach me in any way, in any form. Feyre held Mor as she mumbled about this not being fair.

The decision was made, I would lead the Regiment 300 tomorrow at dawn. I had summoned the Eight - my military advisors but more than that my closest friends, we had grown up together, seen each other do things that we thought weren't possible, reaching positions and training to higher levels. My most trusted souls. Pieces of my heart each of them. They were going to join me in the suicide mission and I had to see them all one last time before dawn.

I went to my tent to prepare my armor and set my affairs in order. I told my sentry to prepare my horse and get the men together, I would address them as Commander about their suicide mission. That I would join them in their deaths would be my greatest honor. The last stand would be made. And we would win.

I remember the taste of blood in my mouth, the feeling of sweat dripping, the tightening of my hands on the spear. I remember the feeling of my horse running forward, looking to my right and my left to see my friends, my chosen few, surging forward through the mud. I remember it all.

And I remember waking up in that godforsaken tent with that male looking at me with hazel eyes full of concern and I knew what had happened. I had forsaken my soldiers, the regiment had been abandoned. I led them into war and I deserted them to die.

Slapping his arms away and throwing it off me, I ran out of the tent. Running to see that the sun was almost setting. We had set out at sunrise, it was now sunset. No, this cannot be true. Where are they? Please don't let it be true. I gasped at the sudden pain in my side, noticing that I had an injury to my left flank. The arrow hit me when we first made contact with the army.'

The battleground was barely half a kilometer away, clutching my side to prevent any bandages from falling, I ran the distance trying to see what had happened. I heard Azriel calling out to Rhys and the rest. They were alive but I didn't care about that right now, I had to check on the Eight, my regiment. It was mostly a downhill journey, with a few slips due to loose rocks. I kept my head down to not see what was ahead, I didn't want to lose hope, and I didn't want to accept what had surely happened.

I smelt it before I saw it. I didn't hear it because they were all dead with spears and arrows jutting out of their bodies. No, that is a lie - I did hear it. I listened to the vultures and crows in the sky and on the ground. Feasting. I reached the base of the slope and I looked up at the battleground. A crematorium. A graveyard. The site of my greatest failure.

And I tried catching my breath, looking at the bodies, at the mangled flesh and bone, at the blood that soaked the mud as my bare feet made contact with it, at the horses whose legs had been twisted and intestines hanging out, at the soldiers with cracked skulls, one with his leg blown off, and another completely impaled on a spear.

I couldn't feel anything, my face was numb, and my hands were numb. I was numb. I trudged along because I had found my entire regiment dead but I had to check on the Eight. I had to see their dead eyes so I could tell them that I would join them soon. That is my punishment, that is the price for this mistake. Blood will appease blood.

So I walked to the start of the bloodshed, the site where the regiment hit the Hybern army for the first time. Where I was supposed to lay dead and broken. I was the leader of that regiment, the commander who had told them that this was our last stand. Yet I was alive and they were dead. I stepped on something and I heard a crunching noise. I took a second, hyperventilating before I looked down and saw it. I saw her.

I had found what I was looking for - the Eight lay together in a small circle, almost as if they were trying to hold each other’s hands in their last moments. It seemed that they had tried to create a triangle to penetrate the defense. It had worked but it worked because they fought to the death. The rest of the regiment must have gone through breaking the army from the inside out and the move worked. The Summer Court must have shortly followed. And they didn't stop until they had won the war.

I fell onto my knees, into the mud, and I was shaking, with grief, loss, and despair. And I picked up her body to try to bring it close to mine, to try and hold her one last time. She was long gone but it seemed as if this would help, somehow reduce her pain and make it easier for her to go. I can only imagine what it was like when she had to go, how alone she felt, how betrayed and disgusted she felt that the Commander had been saved, not them.

If I could I would have saved you, I am sorry, it should have been me, I should have died. I don't deserve to live, I will join you.

I screamed those words into the air as I held her and crawled to the rest, begging for them to wake up, to not forgive me but to punish me, telling them that I would join them. That I was the betrayer, the reason for their deaths. That they should never forgive me.

I cried into the mud with their bodies next to me. My wound had already been bleeding profusely and I thought it to be poetic justice that I, too die next to them from a wound I received at the battle that they died in. Except they would die a warrior’s death and I would die a coward’s death. Right next to them.

This is what I deserve. And there was only one person to blame for this.

Azriel.

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 29. War Games

A/N: I haven't done a bonus post in a while, and today we hit 900 followers! So enjoy an extra Dahlia post! (This is also partly fuelled by the fact I've written everything up until her second year and I'm impatient at wanting you guys to know). Summary: With the end of the year fast approaching, War Games is finally upon the Quadrant. Eager to win, Damon recruits the help of Dahlia. Can she help secure them the win? Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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Overhead the sky is riddled with clouds in the early morning glow, and I pray we’re lucky enough to avoid any rain. Flying in the rain sucked. It felt like you being pelted by thousands of little needles. What a way to kick off the first round of War Games. Meaning the end of my first year was fast approaching. It felt like only yesterday I crossed the parapet, but in reality it had been nearly ten months. My life had changed so much in that time. I actually had friends, I felt free from the pressure of my family. And then…. then there was Garrick and whatever the hell was going on there. Lately he’d seemed more and more agitated and frustrated. I’d heard a few of his squad muttering about him being in a mood more than normal. Wonder what the hell was going on with him to have him on edge.

”What do you think we’re doing?” Bodhi asks, leaning in to whisper to me.

Despite the amount of riders in the courtyard right now, it was eerily quiet as the Wing Leaders and other leadership talked amongst themselves.

I shrug, “No clue, but whatever it is they all look excited about it.”

He nods in agreement. Even from out spot at the very back of Fourth Wing we could see the smiles and enthusiastic nods. Whatever was about to go down was going to be good.

”Any clue what we’re doing?” I ask Proth whose been lingering in the edge of my mind this entire time.

”Not a clue little flower. You’re guess is as good as mine.” He replies, trying to seem uninterested.

Well he was no help. Though Proth didn’t ever really show much interest in what happened amongst us humans. This was probably the most interested I had seen him. But he was probably itching for some action. I was his first rider since my grandfather had died, choosing to remain in the vale till now. From what I knew, he was ruthless in battle. And I knew I was only scratching the surface of what he could do in flight lessons.

”Alright everyone, today War Games begins!.” Damon calls out, his voice echoing around the courtyard as everyone cheers. “Normally the first round would be two Wings attacking and defending in a battle. But this year we’re doing something a little different.”

Murmurs pick up around the Rotunda, seems this year was a year for something different. Though the final round of War Games would be the same. It had never deviated from the usual battle that took place over multiple days. And that I was excited for.

”This year your leadership have been taken hostage and scattered around the surrounding lands. These hostages range from low to high value, and will gain your Wing points according to their value. The Wing with the most points by sunrise tomorrow will win.”

Around us everyone is chattering with excitement, all trying to guess who will be our hostages. Due to the lack of Professors I’ve seen this morning, I have no doubt a lot of them will be taking part in the activity. Some of them definitely higher ranking than others due to the jobs they held. Devera and Carr would definitely be higher in value due to the classes they taught and the knowledge they held. But overall, they didn’t hold high rankings within the leadership. There had to be others in there. And there were plenty of Colonel’s and General’s within Basgiath that could be thrown in the mix if they deemed us worthy of their time. Of which I knew there would be few.

”Wingleaders, you have one hours to organise your Sections and Squads. Good luck.” And with a final nod, Damon walks down the stairs to the Section and Squad leaders that await his instruction.

”Who do you think is playing hostage today?” Bodhi asks as he eyes off the group at the front of our wing.

”Professors for sure. I’ve barely seen any today.” Liz says excitedly. I never imagined her to be excited over something like this nearly a year ago. But now she was ready to jump into anything.

”You think any of the dragon riders within Leadership will partake?” Austin directing her question towards me.

I shrug, “Hard to say. They probably don’t deem us worthy to waste time on. Unless someone from the top forces them to. I wouldn’t be surprised if they put some of the Scribes in there.”

”You think so?” Kai asks, joining in on the conversation as he leans past Liz.

”Scribes are more important than you think. They gather and distribute everything we know. They are very valuable.” I tell him, Kai nodding in agreement.

”She’s right. All that information they hold and keep, its invaluable.” Damon adds as he approaches us. “Which is why I want you to come with me.”

I hear the others around me muttering in curiosity. Damon pays them no attention as he motions for me to follow him, leading me over to the front of the Wing where the Squad and Section leaders wait.

”You know I’m not a Scribe right?” I inform Damon as we stop in front of a table one of the riders has dragged out from somewhere.

”Yes, but you’re the closest I’m going to find to one in this Quadrant.” He says as he spreads out a map.

I recognise it immediately. It’s of an area to the east of here in the Elsum Province, just west of Chakir, the edges of the mountain range where it sits just visible.

”You know Navarre better than anyone in this Quadrant. You’ve travelled all over with your father.” He states as he gestures to the map.

I nod. “Yes, but mainly to outposts. There are no outposts in this region except for Chakir that’s just off the map.” I tell him as I also gesture to the map. “There’s a few very old outposts from hundreds of years ago, and a few towns. There’s nothing notable about this map.”

Garrick shakes his head at me across the table, a slight smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as if he knows something. “You said there were old out posts in this region?”

I narrow my eyes at him and nod. What the hell was he getting at?

”Then why aren’t they marked on the map.” Xaden points out while his eyes scan the map.

I look down at the map and see he’s right. The towns are marked, a few landmarks. But the outposts from all those years ago aren’t marked on the map at all. Yes they were long forgotten and no longer used, but most detailed maps still showed them as they were still useable if we needed them to be. Well for the most part. Some of them needed repairs. But in a pinch, they would function.

Damon holds out a pen to me, nodding towards the map with a smile. “Do you remember where they are?”

I take the pen in his hand, nodding before I start marking the three outposts I know. Two in the now overgrown forest at the edge of the province, and the main one at the start of the mountain range. I knew that one the best as it wasn’t far too far from Chakir. We’d used it once as a resting spot before travelling further to Monsterrat from Summerton.

”So what’s your expert opinion?” The section leader for Flame asks me, staring me down across the table.

All eyes are on me. I feel like I’m back at Squad Battle where I’d been thrust into a position of power. I was the lowest ranking one in this group. I held no power, and yet all of them were waiting for what I had to say.

”I’m not an expert.” I tell them, Garrick and Xaden both looking at me as if I’ve told the biggest lie they’ve ever heard. “But if I were to hide someone in this area, and potentially at one of these old outposts, I’d pick the one in the mountain here.”

”Tell us about it.” Damon encourages as he crosses his arms and focuses on the outpost I’d marked in the mountains.

”There’s only one way in an out, and the vantage point from that one is good. You can see for miles in every direction. Anyone ambushing it is already at a disadvantage before they arrive. Unless you come from behind, but to come from that direction you’d need to fly in from Chakir or circle around from the north or south.” I tell them.

”All of which are out of the question for the time limit we have.” Xaden states, the others nodding in agreement.

”What’s the inside like?” The claw section leaderasks as she leans on the table.

”Basic. It’s more of a watch tower than a proper outpost. Though the bottom floor is the biggest with cells and an interrogation room down the back, and rooms for anyone staying there. The tower extends most of the way up the mountain but the top has crumbled and fallen away.”

”Alright. Dahlia and Xaden you stay here. The rest, go back to your squads, I’ll come relay your orders soon.” Damon informs them, waiting for all of them to be out of ear shot before turning to us. “I want you to go to outpost in the mountains. Our high value target will be there.”

”You don’t know that.” I tell him as I look back to the map. For all I know those outposts had been taken out because they were no longer there. Potentially fallen apart to the point they were no longer there. It was a risk.

”We don’t. But it’s the best shot we have at winning, and if you say thats the most likely spot then I’m going to bet that’s where they are. We send other squads to the other outposts you’ve marked and try get some lesser value hostages if they are there.” Xaden states casually.

Damon nods in agreement. “My thoughts exactly. Those outposts are old and no longer used, but they should still be marked as points of interest.”

”If that is the case, we can’t put it past Dain to not figure this out either.” Stating the obvious to the men around me.

Xaden turns his head and laughs. “Don’t think that will be a problem.”

I turn my head and follow Xaden’s line of sight to where Dain still stands in formation with his squad. Completely forgotten by his leadership. A missed opportunity. Dain would just follow the orders given to him. Trust what was being told to him at face value. Just like with our father. He’d have no way to know or tell his leadership of what could be missing on the map.

”A small group heading off on their own is going to rise suspicion amongst the other wings.” I tell him.

”And that’s where Amara comes in.” Damon says with a smile. I turn my head, a girl from a squad in flame section walking over to us. “Amara here has an illusion signet. She can make anyone see what she wants.”

”Is she coming with us?” I ask Damon.

”No, I need her to help hide the scouting group I want to send out to survey the area for anything abnormal. You’re going to borrow her signet.” He says with a grin.

Of course he knew my signet. Only those in leadership were allowed to know, and I guess that fell to Wingleaders to, not just those in command of our armies. Though there were a few who had figured it out on their own. Even with me mainly using signets that weren’t visible. I turn and see Amara holding her hand out to me, waiting for me to grasp it. This was a massive gamble. I’d never used her signet. Something like an illusion would require a lot of attention and power. Something I wasn’t sure I could control on the fly and in a high intensity situation.

”Don’t doubt yourself.” Proth snaps in my head, startling me.

”Can you blame me? I’ve never used a signet like hers.” I snap back.

”It’s not like you could kill someone with her signet. Just take her hand and trust yourself.” He snaps again.

I sigh, reaching out and taking her hand. Praying to the gods this would work.

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[we-were-beautiful]

Marry me

Xaden x Sorrengail!oc

WC: 816

Warnings: None just Fluff

A/N: Well I decided to take part in a small writing Challenge. I had fun writing this little blurb and while it has the potential to turn into its own series; I am going to show self restraint by not doing that. The prompt was "I can never say 'no to you" From Jana over at @creativepromptsforwriting

Also fair warning; I didn't send this to any of my betas. So we die like men at this point

Thank you to @skyfallscotland and @justallihere for putting together the Fourth Wing Birthday Bash

Last but not least tumbr is being dumb and won’t let me post from my laptop so apologies about the formatting

“We should get married” I comment wrapping my arms around my beloved’s shoulders, fingers gently tracing along the scars at the top of his shoulders. I look up into his gold flecked onyx eyes and smile widely at him. Was the flight field after lessons the best place to have this conversation, probably not, but I couldn’t help myself. It had been an interesting lesson with a storm about to roll in; the thunder off in the distance rolling. But now with the rest of the third years and Professor Kaori heading back to the citadel, I figured given Xaden a small heart attack would be fun.

Where I would expect to see shock and hesitance on his face I only see a fond smile as he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me into his chest.

“When do you want to get married and how do you want to tell your mother and sisters?” I hadn’t thought of that.

It would be pretty easy to tell Violet. If I could get her away from her squad it would be as simple as that. Mira I could just write a letter too. Shed be pissed at first; she had specifically told me to stay away from Xaden. That didn’t work out since we ended up in the same squad with mated dragons; but Mira could get over it. She’d be happy for me eventually.

My mother; however, I completely forgot about. General Sorrengail hadn’t been a fan of the relationship and she had made it known to me once the word had made it to her office. That had been the only time I had formally gotten called to her office to make her displeasure known; but its been three years. Xaden and I work well together and we have been in love with each other for awhile now. Not to mention we are kinda stuck with each other until one of us dies so at one point or another she’s just going to have to learn to live with it.

I feel Tairn’s amusement in the back of my mind. The old curmudgeon had been riding my ass this last week about acting like a love sick puppy around Xaden. Like his grumpy ass isn’t the exact same way around Sgaeyl.

‘I heard that’ the rumbling voice flows through my head.

‘You were supposed to.’ I felt Tairn’s snout push at my back sending me further into Xaden’ s grasp ‘Tairn!!!’ I can hear Sgaeyl chuckle in my head.

‘I think I shall go get some sheep’ I’m not sure if it is the mighty beat of our dragons wings or thunder, but as the two dragons fly off the heavens open up above us and cold rain begins to pour down. Xaden lets out a hearty laugh squeezing me tightly.

“When do you want to get married love.” He leans down to whisper in my ear repeating his earlier question.

“Want to grab Garrick, Bodhi, Liam and Vi and sneak down to Chantara.” I would do it; grab our family and secretly get married today if he agreed.

“How about we wait until graduation. We can get our family together, before we fly to our post, and have a small ceremony.” He pushes a soaked strand of hair away from my face. “Then it gives you time to let Mira know, so she can try and get leave” leave it to this perfect man to remember that I wanted Mira there when I got married. While Brennen had Mom and Violet had Dad it had been Mira and I against the world. I still had all of the letters we had wrote to each other while she was in the quadrant and then when I started second year. She had to be there on our special day; she would kill me if I ran off today and got married.

“Ok Graduation it is then.” He looks even more breathtaking in the rain as water droplets roll down his skin.

“Alright then lets go Mrs.Riorson.” He lets go of me and moves towards the hidden tunnel entrance.

“Wait.” I call grabbing his hand to stop him. “Kiss me?” Is it cheesy and straight out of the romance books that I brought into the quadrant, yes. But I had always wanted to be kissed in the rain.

“Have I ever been able to say ‘no’ to you.” He gently cradles my face in his hands tilting my face upwards; his lips crash into mine is a passionate kiss. It starts out innocent enough but my hands quickly find their way to his hair and one of his finds its way to my ass. When we break apart we are gasping for breath; Xaden rest his forehead against mine and hazel eyes meet onyx “Marry me?”

“Yes.” I laugh and pull him into another kiss.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

(Not) Salvation

AU Reverse Therapy

Next Part: New Home

Summary: One of the agriworlds is attacked by heretics and the young girl finds salvation in the arriving Space Marines. Not suspecting that it was they who brought death to her planet.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, violence, cannibalism

Word count: 2244

Author's note: In this part I wanted to focus more on the space marines and the atmosphere of horror. Hope you were interested in my OCs. In future there will be more interactions between this trio but here only meeting.

Song: Inkubus Sukkubus - Wild Hunt

It was scary. Screams were heard everywhere. The air smelled of blood and burnt flesh. From afar came cries and pleas for help, the hooting laughter of heretics. Someone was less fortunate than her. No one had found her yet.

And it is unlikely that they will.

“God-Emperor, do not abandon me, guide me to the light, I will not fear the darkness for I believe” - she repeated the prayer dryly, like a memorized text from school.

Because it was a lie. Of course she were afraid of the darkness. Afraid of death. And even more so of torture. The endless pain that the enemies of the Imperium promised to bring with them. Yes, the clergy would say that she was a heretic. But in the last hour, she did not want to lie, at least to herrself.

Soon her agri-world will drown in the blood of its inhabitants. And if the Imperium returns the planet to its bosom, resumes the delivery of food, then other people will do it. Your fate is to become meat in the hands and mouths of heretics.

She felt new tears running down her cheeks. They haven't found her yet, but soon, soon they will find her small and weak body. Soon they will tear her apart, eat the meat, throw away the bones, and put the skin on thier armor like a cloak. She already saw how the heretics did this to an elderly couple.

Sudden steps pulled her ark thoughts and returned to an equally dark present. Her heart fluttered like a bird in a cage. These were too heavy steps for a human. Too metallic a sound. The smell of imminent death hit her nose and she held back from screaming in horror at the imminent meeting with the most terrible shame of the Imperium.

A Chaos Space Marine.

And at that moment, when the legionary appeared before her in full height, when she almost bit her lip until it bled, just to keep from screaming... only then did she notice the armor. Golden as the sun, with a distinctive sign in the form of a bloody heart. The Lamenter.

She burst into tears like a little girl.

“The G-God-Emperor h-heard m-my prayers.” - her world was under siege, she had already managed to lose loved ones, she had the right to tears, but she still tried to wipe them away. - “I-I am too weak to walk. Please save the others.”

The Space Marine did not say a word, listening to her sobs. He came closer until he knelt down on one knee next to her. Only then did she notice that his armor was covered in blood, and in some places there were signs drawn that were unfamiliar to her. If she had any doubts, they were dispelled as soon as the Astartes removed his helmet.

He was quite handsome. Pale-faced, with a snub nose, a scattering of freckles and bright cheeks. His wheat-colored hair barely reached his shoulders. His face was clear and bright, with only one scar crossing his left eyebrow. But what stood out most about the young man were his eyes. Blue as the sky of her planet until the heretics attacked it and it turned red.

“You really are an angel.” - she switch to a reverent whisper. For the first time, a happy, albeit tired, smile appears on her face. Her eyes are still shining from recently shed tears before she plunge into the saving darkness. She could no longer remain conscious after what she experienced. She were too tired.

For a second before she finally lose consciousness, it seems to her that the Astartes' ears are red. Like an ordinary young man who heard a compliment from a pretty girl.

Hah, what a heresy.

***

The mortal soldier of the Corpse on the Throne writhed helplessly in Virgil's arms, unable to resist him. In truth, Virgil would not have minded playing with his victim, but the thirst for blood was stronger. But it doesn't matter. The planet they had landed on promised rich loot.

Quite a long time had passed when he joined the Red Corsairs. And when he realized this delightful feeling. The ability to not pretend. The ability to kill as he pleased, torment as he wanted. Maybe the Black Thirst was a curse, but such an opinion was imposed on him. The veteran never thought so.

"Virgil!" - a completely joyful cry rang out across the battlefield.

But having a roommate like this one is a curse. And to his great dissatisfaction, quite scary and uncontrollable. Although a narrow-minded mortal would probably think that a flesh tearer covered in someone else's skin is more dangerous than a lamenter with an angelic face.

But to be fair, he thought so too.

The veteran sighed and threw the soldier's body away from himself. And judging by the convulsions, he was still alive despite the loss of blood. On another day Virgil would have liked to watch mortal’s suffer longer, but the plundering had only just begun, and man had to deal with the young pup before he did anything wrong.

“Vergil, look who I found. She mistook me for a loyalist.” - the young man, unusually softly holding the limp body of a mortal girl, looked at her face with almost love in his eyes. - “I saved her.”

Vergil rolled his eyes, scratching his poor bald head. Why, why, did he get Luka?

“Of course she thought so. Not only did you not change your armor, but she also apparently passed out before you spoke.” - the lamenter, to Vergil’s irritation, ignored the fair remark. - “Why did you even bring her here?”

“What do you mean, why? I saved her, now I have to marry her.” - the blond answered as if nothing had happened. Seeing how his pale partner’s eye began to twitch involuntarily, he raised his voice in displeasure. - “Don’t look at me like that! She will behave well.”

“Like the previous girls, huh?”

“First of all, I liked them, but I wasn’t going to marry them. Secondly, we met when they already knew which side I was on.” - Luka again gazed tenderly at the sleeping girl, burying his nose in her cheek. - “And she said that I looked like an angel.”

A little more and Virgil would throw up, he was sure of it. Of course, he was a sadist. He liked to torture and torment. He liked to hear screams. And yet, when it came to intimacy, it was unnecessary. The cultists screaming in strange ecstasy irritated. Some went completely wild, so after a couple of blows, he had to fucks their still warm corpses.

And the captured slaves... well. They cried. Of course, it was beautiful, but their constant attempts to escape and crawl away also irritated the man. Why couldn’t they just lie quietly and wait for him to finish his business? Why are they all so disrespectful?

It's annoying. Everything annoys him.

But the girl's calm, sleeping appearance was apparently one of the few exceptions. Virgil would even say that he liked the way her eyelashes twitched slightly, and her lips parted just a little. Serenity itself. Innocence itself.

Even as a loyalist, Virgil didn't care much about mortals. But still, even in such a callous person as he, there was a hidden desire to protect the innocent. Now he likes to torture them more (everyone, to be precise). But after his desire was returned, the need to possess lovely ladies settled in him. Alas, but he no longer serves the Emperor, and the girl expects exactly this from them. Luka, an idiot, does not understand this and dragged her to her death.

Although-

"Let's tell her that we are fighting for the Corpse on the Throne."

"What?"

“You just said that she took you for a loyalist. So why try to convince her otherwise?” - the veteran smiled with all his sharp teeth, enjoying his genius. - “She has had it tough enough as it is. Let’s lock her in the quarters. She will see and listen only to us.”

The boy stared at him blankly for a while until the whole plan dawned on him. Luka opened his mouth joyfully, causing the blood of the dead to slowly flow inside. Virgil involuntarily stuck out his black mutated tongue at the sight. Hmm, he would have to keep that abomination in his mouth if he didn't want to scare the girl ahead of time.

"Oh, that's a great idea. She'll be so thrilled to have ended up with the good sons of Sanguinius. But, Virgil, what if she finds out that we're fighting against the Imperium?" - Luka hugged the girl tighter, burying his nose in her hair. - "What should we do in that case? Will she cry? Hate us? What if she wants to run away??"

"By that time, she'll be used to us and her new home. She'll come to terms with it, you'll see." - the veteran growled with displeasure and slapped the blond on the back of the head. - "And stop squeezing her like that! You'll break all her bones."

"B-but she's so pretty!"

He was right. She really is pretty. By the Ruinous Powers, Virgil hated the False Emperor and the Imperium. But he had to admit that some of its citizens were better looking than the cultists.

"Don't. Squeeze. Control. Yourself. Or better yet, drag her on board before she wakes up."

The blond immediately went thin. The veteran involuntarily cringed as he saw tears gathering in his blue eyes. You wouldn't know from Luka that he was wreaking heretic.

"But we've only just begun the massacre! I've never even come across any children!"

You wouldn't say he was a pervert either.

"Then it would be in your best interest to quickly take her to the flagship and return to us. I don't know how you'll do that. But since you've picked up the girl, have the respect to take care of her."

“Fine! But then I’ll choose her name.” - the blond possessively hugged the limp body and headed towards the ship. Virgil only sighed heavily, raising his red eyes to the sky. How hard it was sometimes with the young man.

But on the other hand, he was still useful. The idea of ​​playing the role of the Emperor’s loyal servants was hilarious in itself. And an unhappy and lonely lady in distress was an extremely pleasant bonus after the massacre. Surely, such a good girl was followed by crowds of vile fanatics of the Corpse on the Throne. But never mind, now her saviors will take care of her.

“We are the Emperor’s Angels after all.” - Virgil muttered under his breath, pleased, turning his attention to the soldier who dared to shoot at him. It seemed he would finally change his cloak.

What a great hunt they made on this world.

[0lshadyl0]

Hiii !! can you write some generals yandere headcanons about flashy flash from one punch man please ? Nsfw or sfw or a mix of both it doesn't bother me ^^ Off course take your time you have the right to refuse the request, good health to you ^^*

I love ninjas and I really like One Punch Man (my favorites are Saitama, Sonic, Amai Mask, Flashy Flash and Zombieman), so much so that I have an OC for this series (which I'm still looking for a good name for her)

This request was definitely made for me

Flashy Flash Yandere Headcanons

Ok, as I mentioned before, I like ninjas and I like Flashy Flash, but let's be honest, his personality isn't the best, in fact, it sucks

This guy doesn't even consider people weaker than him, he doesn't pay attention to them and basically acts like they're stones in his way, he's proud, arrogant and borders on rude

So sorry to all the civilian darlings, this ninja won't even notice you beyond saving you and leaving you in a safe place

So at the very least, to get his attention you have to be an A-class heroine in the highest ranks (top 3) or be an S-class heroine like him, and even then it takes more than just power to get his full attention, with power you get his interest, but if it were only that he would have noticed Tatsumaki in a more romantic and not challenging way

This ninja's level of narcissism can rival Amai Mask, so in addition to being a strong heroine you must be very pretty, to the level of beauty that as soon as you appear in a room all eyes turn to you

Basically you have to be a mix of supermodel and strength equal to or greater than him, oh and you must also be incredibly fast because he doesn't wait for anyone

Having already specified how to get his attention, we are going to go to the behavior as a yandere, he is aware that his feelings are not normal, due to his upbringing as a ninja (where they were taught to suppress all emotion and become perfect weapons), but on the other hand, he feels that he has suffered enough and he also deserves to be happy and have a relationship (because first him, second him, third him)

His darling won't notice that he's interested in her thanks to his poker face and cold demeanor, she won't even notice that he's following her, because yes, he's a high-level stalker, when he wants to meet you to get closer to you he'll investigate your entire life and past so that there are no surprises for him

Also, it's a good way to know how to approach you and court you, even though he's terrible at it because he has zero experience in that field

When he finds out what city you live in, he'll patrol the area you live in so that both you (although it's not necessary since you're strong) and your home are safe from any monsters that decide to attack the city, consider it an act of love

Although he's a solo worker, you're a clear exception to the rule so whether you like it or not you'll work as a team with him (although he'll try to do everything just to keep you safe/impress you), basically you'll be there to cheer him on

At some point he would have considered kidnapping you if it weren't for the fact that you're strong and very famous, your disappearance would attract a lot of unwanted attention so he discarded the idea

He watches you at night when you sleep (when he has free time to do so of course), he knows by heart what your home looks like inside and sometimes he uses drugs to make sure you don't wake up so he can lay down next to you and on the nights when he feels extra naughty he can touch you inappropriately, he's a tits man so they'll get his most attention (size doesn't matter, boobs are boobs)

Even so, he'll wait for both of you to get into a relationship to initiate sexual relations (not because he's respectful or romantic but because he's a virgin with very little interaction with women and is just researching the female body)

[the-fandom-finder]

It think my main problem with some Izzy fans is they straight up lie or have extreme cognitive dissonance for stuff. “Izzy is more popular than ed/stede” no you were just around people who like is he more than them? I promise you the average person fandom or not does not like him more than the main characters. Also, just because he’s popular in the fandom doesn’t mean he’s a better character. You how many fandom I’ve been where they sent her around the white male character more than any other character? So often it’s a dime a dozen. He talks about how crazy Ed is before we even meet the character and when we meet him, he’s just a little suicidal at very least at that point. honestly even if he did survive, it would not make sense for him to be the captain of the ship. It’s canon that he’s not good at running anything and only really good at violence. he’s an interesting character meant to represent toxic masculinity at least in season one and how breakable and fragile it is. Honestly, him and Zuko have a lot in common when it comes to fandoms. These characters are both flawed and I’ve done bad things, but for some reason, some fans wanna make them look perfect like they’ve done nothing wrong and excuse everything that comes with the cost of completely miss characterizing everyone else around them. Man called the British, which are basically the cop because he didn’t get what he wants and view himself as knowing Ed more than himself which is messed up, bro. and the story portrays this as bad like it should be. Also, why are all the tags that were created to criticize Izzy taking over by Izzy fans like you asked for a specific tag and then take it over and then get upset when people use it. I also have seen fans on Twitter called themselves Ofmd hater and then spend all their time talking about the show. It’s OK to move on. It is not the Izzy show and never was. I have to rewash the show to remember Izzy‘s and actually interesting character because his fans have changed him so much that I can’t stand him if I don’t watch the show. There is a reason why people were being rude against the phantom for some stupid reason reasons or only a small group of people they named them and that weird little list they had. Now I don’t think any of the Izzy fan should be attacked or doxxed because that’s just weird and wrong. That doesn’t mean you can’t criticize them and how weird they are about this white man. I think it’s time for some of you who just have so much hatred of everything else in the TV show. Make an OC That’s like 2 inches away from that character and leave you’ll be much happier. Another problem I have is how some people treat David he’s not a perfect man nor perfect writer, but to go out of your way to say you understand the story infinitely more than him is crazy. He is shown multiple times he loves the character. This is just how he wanted to take him in the story not out of malice,, not out of homophobia not of hatred for disabled people, but because that’s how his story was always going to end he just got to die slightly less full of hate and may be a little happy. Izzy and ed had no chance of ending up together. The story basically states that pretty early that it was one-sided and not entirely healthy on either side. Also celebrating the show knocking a third season and people losing their jobs even though you were probably going to see Izzy again in some form is crazy.  I promise you your hate did nothing or brothers was just being a cheap ass and canceled other diverse shows so it definitely wasn’t because of you. Either way, I guess I win in the end. I still love the show and not full of anger at least about this. I got a lot of other problems lol. This post is probably way too long about something that doesn’t really matter too much but it feels good to get it out especially with finals coming around. If you read this entire thing and hate me well thanks for reading. I guess. Hope you have a nice day and I mean that genuinely life‘s kind of sucks right now for everyone lol.

[ashkhol]

I think it's time that redacted tumblr learns about one of my most insane headcanons

It's regarding vampires, and it kinda has huge implications on the universe, and yet there's no evidence thus far that would disprove it

CW for mild body horror, killing, and fantasy drug use. I really want to go fully indepth here because as of right now I haven't collected all of this information into one place ever. The content warnings make it sound far worse than it actually is, but it can be a lot and I would rather play it safe than sorry, so keep reading at your own discretion.

So I'll start with a little bit of backstory about where this headcanon came from. If you look at the tags, you'll notice that I've listed some very specific characters. Aside from Sam and William, what they all have in common is the fact that they've acted in really strange, often destructive ways. What I find interesting is the ways they've acted are eerily similar to each other. Am I picking at straws to make connections here? Am I matpat from game theory? Possibly, but I love this headcanon way too much.

The things that each of them did were all violent, impulsive, and obsessive. Adam and Quinn are pretty obvious in that regard, but Alexis chose to turn Sam on an impulse, completely disregarding his protests, and Sam does describe the situation rather violently (she literally dug her nails in to snap his eyes open to trance him, etc. etc.).

What I believe is that the similarities aren't a mere coincidence, but are a result of a magical "parasite" that attaches to, and directly attacks the magical core of a person. It spreads through blood, making vampires incredibly susceptible because of their weaker magical cores. Additionally, it has a chance of being dormant, so a maker could pass it to their progeny without knowing it. Once it's been passed on though, it's passed on. Any damage done to the person's magical core still remains though. And because a person's magical core is linked to their emotions, it causes long term psychological harm.

So, William would've had a dormant form of the parasite, which then got passed down to Alexis. It would have a weaker effect on her, partially because it was dormant, and William is old blood, but it would still have enough of an effect on her that she would have outbursts. Then, she would pass it to Sam in 2008, where it mostly appears dormant, but he does legitimately show some signs of being a little bit impulsive and obsessive in canon (I'm not crazy I swear, also yes the year is relevant, you'll find out if you read this whole thing).

That's really the extent of the canon stuff though, so from this point on, I'm delving into OC stuff that I've created around this headcanon.

The parasite was first discovered in 1523, in Vesper, a "state" located in the southwest of England. Vesper is basically the vampire capital at this time, so it's not really all that surprising that there would eventually be disease breaking out. William would've fled to Vesper after being turned in 1519, which is how he would've gotten the parasite. (Just for clarity, the parasite can affect any empowered person, vampires are just the most likely to have it, and also outwardly express it. Non-vampires are far more likely to have a dormant form if it latches to them at all, which is part of why it's so dangerous, since vampires have to feed, but they have no way of knowing if the person they're feeding on is infected or not.)

The whole of Vesper is ruled by a monarch, and it this time, that monarch was the young vampire Vyvian Achlys, who was turned by the previous king in 1501, and then became ruler after that king died from "mysterious circumstances" (if it isn't obvious, Vyvian killed the king).

So, Vyvian was left on his own to figure out a way to deal with the outbreak, and because it wasn't like any other disease, which led him to the conclusion that the only way to deal with it would be to kill those who showed symptoms of being infected. Even after that, it took two years to find someone who was willing to actually do this, because most people considered it to be a death wish to even attempt, and they would just stay isolated and hope the problem would take care of itself.

But after two years (1525), an empowered human, Scarle Rosina was sent by her family, because they needed money and food, and were willing to essentially use her as a sacrifice. Around this same time, William had also left the home where he was staying, as the others living there were showing symptoms. He actually asked if there was other ways that he could help the cause, so he wasn't on the "frontlines", but he was living in cohorts with Scarle.

Scarle's efforts were strong, but two years of her trying to execute those infected, to little relief, proved that her being human meant she wasn't really powerful enough. So she agreed to be turned by Vyvian. She took to her new abilities very well, and by 1530, the parasite, while still being around, was not an immediate threat anymore.

Over time, Vyvian took quite a liking to Scarle, and with Vesper once again prospering, in the 1600s he was able to employ demon forces, which meant that Scarle didn't have to be diligently fighting all the time. She starts helping William with the efforts behind the scenes, doing research and such. The two of them discover that a possible origin for the parasite was a magical plant resembling a mushroom that began growing after the cacophony due to the 'explosion' of magic that occurred. It was a white mushroom, and its main distinguishing factor was the crystal structure underneath its cap, which resembles the crystal structure arcana takes if it's not given any other form to exist in (this is another headcanon of mine, mostly regarding d(a)emons, if you were to break off one of their horns, or somehow rip one of their bones out, it would resemble a geode). People would often take this mushroom and use the crystals to basically get high, because it would affect their magical core, and therefore, their emotions. However, it could easily cause adverse effects if a person didn't take extra care when preparing it. Any part of the mushroom other than the crystals was "alive" with lingering magic, and different magic users had different reactions to the different types of crystals that the plant had, so if you couldn't tell the crystals apart, there was a level of danger there as well.

Further research spanning into the 1800s, after William had left for America, proved that the source of the parasite was definitely the plant, though it wouldn't actually be banned until 1932, where it was uprooted from most of the world, and was only allowed to be grown in Vesper.

Vyvian stepped down from his role as king in 1940, giving the crown to Scarle.

Following WWII, Vesper makes an agreement with the European department in 1948 to become an isolated state in order to further curb the parasite from spreading further as they begin to have less and less control over places outside of their borders. Scarle is the official head of state, and they get imports from (mainly) England, with promises to provide new technology as it's created so that Vesper will be able to stay on track with the current society for when they reopen their borders. Knowledge of the parasite is kept hidden to avoid panic.

In 2001, it's discovered that the roots of the mushroom can be synthesized to make a "cure" that kills the parasite. The first person to be cured is a 3 year old named Cecilia, who was a freelancer born with the parasite, and given up to Scarle and Vyvian to "deal with".

By 2011, the cure is able to be distributed by departments worldwide, and the murican' department decides to distribute it through blood bags, which ends up making a lot of vampires mysteriously sick, because those who didn't have the parasite had adverse reactions to the cure. Additionally, any vampires who were infected were likely hiding in the shadows, and not taking blood bags from the department. The only good part about it was that those who didn't have the parasite were now immune from it, so can't spread to most clan vampires.

The parasite is slowly dying out on its own because of that, if someone's acting crazy they're probably going to get found by the department, or someone else, and get killed, or they can get cured if they're showing signs and get reported.

alright this post is long enough, I will end my yapping here, if you actually made it to the end, I commend you because this took me a good couple hours to write, but I will probably elaborate on other things like this about the extended universe I've basically created, so I made the tag "ashkhols redacted universe" that I'll put on these posts for y'alls reading pleasure

[xxfaithlynxx]

Hugs and Hospital Beds

Pairing: Sylus x f!(Named)OC; Rafayel x f!(Named)OC; Xavier x f!(Named)OC; Zayne x f!(Named)OC

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Songs: The Deep Sea- Love and Deepspace

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Chapter 9:

   SYLUS

I’d showered in Zayne’s ensuite bathroom that stood attached to his office and was now sitting on the couch he had in there with my head in my hands, elbows braced against my knees. Dressed in some too small fitting cream outfit that Zayne had handed off to me. He was wide in the shoulders like I was, but the length of the pants and the tightness I felt behind me shoulders made me think that if I made any kind of wrong move, the entire shirt would tear down the center.

Scrubbing my fingers over my face, I looked up at the far wall closest to the office door. Rafayel and Xavier were sat on the floor, backs against the wall. Raf’s head lolled off to the side, eyes shut, and lips partially parted, resting against Xavier’s shoulder, where the blonde had his arms braced across his chest, his head tilted back against the wall while he also slept.

Zayne was not in the room; he’d mentioned something about going to check on her while he had a free moment. Word of the ‘attack’ at the club known as The Tomb had spread since our arrival. I had seen the look Zayne had thrown at me when he’d gotten off the phone about dozens of bodies coming in for examination. An unfamiliar guilt had spread through my chest when I thought about some of the victims… how my hands had torn their hearts clean from their chests, how their blood had marred my fingers, my palms.

This form of guilt had been more common since I had met Era, and I had no idea why. I had been dead set on my lifestyle prior, so why now? Why was I feeling guilty now of all times? Why was it that when I looked at my hands, I could still see the faces of those who had been within their grip? Why was it that even after having washed my hands, all I wanted to do was go back into that bathroom and scrub. Scrub the filth of this lifestyle away? I have gone soft… haven’t I, but is that such a terrible thing?

I shifted on the couch, hissing through my teeth when the fabric at my thighs pinched, painfully. Zayne had taken my clothes, saying he would get them cleaned; I’d told him to just toss them, I’d just get some new ones, but the stubborn ox of a man had refused and left with them. I leaned back against the backrest of the sofa once I felt more comfortable, reaching over absentmindedly, I lifted my phone off the cushion at my left and brought the screen up to my face, it lit up and I navigated to Luke and Keiran’s contact tab, with my thumb, I tapped the call button and brought the receiver end up to my ear, listening to the soft noises of the ringing before a click and Luke’s voice.

“Boss?”

“I need clothes brought to Akso Hospital. Cardiac ward, office two-b, sooner rather than later. It doesn’t ma—” I thought about that for a half a second, “Actually, make sure its something comfortable.”

“Got it.” A pause, and then, “Why are you in the hospital, boss?”

“We found her, we had to bring her here.” There was both a rising feeling of panic and relief in my chest as I said the words. Was an interesting, and heady combination of emotions to have at once. There was a gasp on the other end of the line, and I heard Luke pass off the information to his brother before a shuffling sound as he brought the phone back to his ear.

“Is boss ma’am, okay?”

There lay the dilemma. “We’re waiting.” Two simple little words, and I felt them within my soul. Prickling their way deeper inside of my heart like quills tipped with poison.

“Got it. We’ll be there soon.” I nodded, not that he could see me, before hanging up the phone and dropping it back to my side. They were young, those two, but dependable.

I closed my eyes as I let my mind wander back to when Zayne and I had gotten to the hospital. Zayne was rushed in, he was already tearing off the coat of his suit, some people tossed me a cursory glance, eyes wide and murmurs low as they took in my bloodied clothes, now dried into the fabric after the drive. Not that I cared, I followed dutifully behind, wanting only to know if she were alright, if she was alive and if I could see her.

“Skye, here’s the key to my office, there’s a bathroom with a shower, I’ll find you when I have more information.” He’d thrust a little silver key into my hand. The little piece of metal has stunned me, in a world as advanced as ours had gotten- material keys were exceedingly rare, so to be handed one, feel its weight against my palm, had put me into a minor stupor. On top of the heavy levels of stress I was feeling after the night’s events.

“Sir?” I blinked and turned to find a young women dressed in white, a nurse, I realized had come up to stand at my right. She had cropped bangs that slanted off to the right side of her face, soft brown doe-like eyes, a button nose, and a kind smile. The white head cover that resembled a headscarf covered her auburn hair. When she confirmed she had my attention, I watched as she smiled a little brighter, but I could see a worry like my own in those brown eyes as she gestured with her free hand. I guess I was to follow her, so I did. She must know Era…. Could this be Yvonne? Zayne’s secretary and the nurse who took care of Era while she was in the hospital after her spinal accident. She must be.

I followed her through two different wings of the hospital, passed the cafeteria and its wide-open layout, up two different flights of stairs, passed room after room. Patient after patient. Doctor and nurse alike. How big was this hospital? As a personal preference, I hated hospitals. They didn’t smell good. Like death, antiseptic and cleaner.

We passed an empty reception desk, the phone ringing and blinking from several different lines. She led me to what I could only assume was Zayne’s office door before she stood back and allowed me to pass, as I did, I heard her lowered tone as she spoke, “If she means as much to you as I think she does… when she comes out of this, I’m counting on you to care for her, and Zayne. He won’t be able to manage this very well on his own.” The amount of care in her voice had me stood in place, half holding the door ajar, half looking over my shoulder down at her. Her eyes were glassy as she hugged a clipboard to her chest, her face was downcast, and her cheeks flushed. She’s trying not to cry….

“I will.” I could only promise her before she looked up at me again.

“She’s been in and out of this hospital so often… ever since the accident with the building collapsing… she’s been in a bad place, but… at some point, she seemed better, happier. She smiled more, and now… she’s back in here after yet another—” She paused as she suddenly sucked in a breath and turned her face away from me, barring her teeth to keep from breaking down, “I don’t want to see that girl go through this bullshit anymore. She deserves so much more than the pain that she’s gone through.” I was frozen in place, this girl… this random girl from Era’s life, showing how much she cared, how much she loved the love of my life, my one and only love, showed me that not all humans were vile beings.

After having gotten to know Zayne, Rafayel and even Xavier these last several months, I’d had an inkling that humanity wasn’t as soured as I thought… but this one woman, this one insignificant pawn in Era’s life shattered the remaining ice that encrusted my soul. I released the door and did something that even I wasn’t expecting myself to do for a stranger, I pulled her little frame against me and hugged her. It wasn’t an enthusiastic hug, it didn’t mean the same thing as it did when I hugged Era, no… this was for comfort.

“Thank you.” I said to the space above her head, she’d made a shocked noise from the hug, but soon settled into it before pulling away, another soft smile in place as she looked up at me.

“No need to thank me, Era is an incredibly special girl. She may not think she does, after all this time, but she does deserve to feel loved and be loved. I love her like a sister, and I wish only for her happiness. As you do, I can only assume.” She paused and took a deep breath before half turning away and taking a single step, “…just… promise me, you won’t give up on her.”

She didn’t give me time to respond before she hurried her way back to the way we’d come and disappeared down the staircase at the end of the hall.

As Zayne’s office ceiling came back into focus, I could feel the prickling sensations at the corners of my eyes, alongside the heat. That girl is so loved… and not just by us. So many care about her… we need to help her see that. Sitting upright again, my gaze shifted to the two men still seated against the floor along the far wall. Xavier’s head had rolled off the wall and his cheek lay against the soft purple of Rafayel’s hair. The image they made was… for lack of a better word, cute.

None of us would give up on her, none of us had. Knowing Xavier had tried to be there for her since the accident, been there when she fell even…. Rafayel as well, in his own way, had been there for her, even though for the longest time she only saw him as a job. Zayne, the one who’d been around her the longest, and had also been the one she kept the most from, from her past in a way to keep him from worrying.

For someone who thought she was nothing but selfish, and unlovable. She’d proved on more than one occasion that she wasn’t those things at all. Her kind heart, the golden heart of hearts was her ultimate weapon, and yet… she’d been decompressed into a whisp of a girl. Believing the ideas, rumors and lies of the people who’d done nothing but be jealous of her, even in her apartment when she’d gone to talk with Xavier after realizing what she was to us, how she felt… and Melina had gotten in the way.

I felt a grumble waft up my throat upon thinking about that Hunter girl. I’d almost made a mistake, having simply wanted that aether core in her heart by almost getting close to her, flirting with her to get close, but then I’d met Era as I’d walked out of that café and everything changed, thinking back on it now, maybe I should’ve just taken it when I had the chance, but that simmering guilt that still lingered slapped my hand for thinking it. Useless death, even as unhinged as she’d become over her obsession with Xavier and then Era… the little pest didn’t deserve to have her young life snuffed out like that. There were other Aether Cores… and, if she just so happens to go by some other means, that’s just free game.

Lifting my left arm off the cushion of the couch, I peaked at my watch. 6:11 AM. We’d been here for more than nine hours, and we haven’t heard anything. Where is that popsicle….

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                ZAYNE

“Are you sure?” I flipped the page of her charts for the nth time, trying to allow my brain to decipher what it said, only for my vision to begin swimming. “Are there any other tests we could do?”

“Zayne… other than keep an eye on her, believe me when I say… I wish there was more we could do. We barely have a grasp on what’s causing these readings.” Greyson sighed, scrubbing a tired hand over his face while he took the clipboard from my trembling hands. “We know she’s physically fine, aside from some minor blood loss from over taxing her evol, she’s healthy.”

“She’s comatose, Greyson.” I whipped my head to throw a glare at the man, as helpful as he’d been, I wasn’t in the mood to be placated by this. Yes, she was healthy… but if she were truly healthy, she’d be awake.

“How often in the past have there been comatose patients with no conclusive data or reasoning behind how they remained or even entered that state, Zayne. Far too many to count, and now… as sad as it is, she’s now among that list.” He took a deep breath before resting a hand on my shoulder, “Just… be here for her. I have a feeling that’s what she needs from you right now. You and I both know what’s she’s been through.” Too much for a single person to manage alone….

“Call me… if anything changes.” I sighed before taking a seat in the chair next to her bed. Not bothering or caring to see if Greyson had heard me before he left the room. She looked so fragile, like glass. Like she’d shatter if she even breathed the wrong way. Tubes and lines were being fed into her from every angle. Healthy my ass…. I’d been taken off the roster for her care when Greyson had seen how agitated I was when I saw her. Valid.

How many times in her lifetime would this woman flatline? Greyson said she had twice more while he checked her out after the boys got her in. I’d had a word with the nurse who’d Xavier initially had tried to garner attention from for proper care. If I had my way, she would���ve been let go on the spot. A receptionist had duties, chatting on the phone with her friend and ignoring potential patients was not professional. Reaching out, I slid my right hand under Era’s, trying not to jostle it too much with the IV taped to the thin skin of the back of her hand. I’d made the women cry, and Greyson had pulled me aside before things could get any uglier than it already was.

My eyes narrowed as I watched the machines breathing for her, the beeping of the patient monitor. The display screen, large and easily legible blipped in time with her heart rate. The rate itself was lower than I would’ve liked, but now, I couldn’t do anything… not that I could even if I was able to give her the proper amount of care that I wanted to.

 Greyson’s words came back to mind as I sat there, listening to the artificial breaths, the beeping of her heart, and seeing the soft rise and fall of her chest through the layers of blankets and the soft cotton hospital gown I’d made sure they put her in. ‘Just be here for her. I have a feeling that’s what she needs from you right now.’

As I stared at her, I felt my fingers curl through hers, again light enough not to move the needle, but enough that I could feel her fragile warmth against the flesh of my own fingers. “You’re going to give me an arrythmia one day, woman.” I felt a smirk pull at the right corner of my mouth, but it didn’t touch my eyes. Not like it did whenever I spoke to her before. Images of her when she was staying with me from the previous year came unbidden to mind, and I felt my chest tighten. How thin she was. How frail she’d become, but still… during our little domestic moment, she had still tried to make me smile. Her own happiness be damned… she’d nearly slit her own wrists, a moment I would never be able to erase from my mind. I blinked as I felt the heat behind my eyes, the desperation clawing up my throat as I felt my heart thump erratically behind my ribs.

“I can’t… can’t lose you, Era… not again.” The first searing tears fell down my cheeks a second later, a sob working its way up my throat, making my jaw hurt from how much I just wanted to give in to the pain that was spreading throughout my body. “Please, don’t leave me….” I couldn’t hold my head up anymore, and felt the soft surface of the blanket collide with my forehead a moment later, my eyes burning as the tears began falling all on their own.

A sob escaped and I coughed through the tears into the blanket, grinding my teeth I begged my body to stop, but I couldn’t. I was so tired of holding my emotions in check. Staying calm, and strait-laced for everyone, for her. Remembering how she’d looked after that building collapse, then after the explosion with Sylus… and now this. She wasn’t the only one who tried to keep everyone around them happy and not giving a damn about themselves. I was guilty of that on a daily basis.

We’d lost her for what felt like years, and now we had her back, right? She was here… and yet. Belamy’s word, we had her, but… did we really have her? I choked on a sob as I lifted my head off the bedside and looked up at her through the unshed tears, warbling her image. We had her physically… but what about mentally? What about her soul? We had no idea what Belamy had done to her while he had her… How stupid could we be, to simply think this was it. That this was us winning.

How do you win against a devil.

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[vanillesuiker]

(Finally) introducing my OC, Ursula Malfoy!

(Art by @bastaardsuiker as usual, it's so good ugh it's literally her.)

Ursula Alioth Malfoy is the second child¹ and only daughter of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. She is ambitious and a total perfectionist and comes across as rather arrogant (because she kinda is). A model student, Prefect and eventually Headgirl, who is very confident in her studies and will always do more than assigned. Because of this, Ursula and Percy were each others #1 enemy since the first day (pff try hards). After actual years of constantly mocking and insulting each other, they do start getting along (don't ask me how, I haven't written that part yet) and eventually develope feelings for each other. They start dating near the end of their sixth year, but they keep this very secret of course, because their families do not like each other. But after graduating Hogwarts, Ursula ends up running away from her family, which gets her disowned. After a few weeks at one of her best friends place, Percy ends up introducing her to his parents and she stays there for a while. And they're very happy and in love and even end up engaged.

(And then the war happens but that's too much to explain right now)

To almost everyone at Hogwarts, Ursula seems too perfect. She works hard to keep up her reputation as a perfect student, being raised under the constant pressure of "don't end up like your brother" does that to a girl. Behind the perfect appearance, she's rather damaged and in times of high stress she can seem a bit unstable.

There's so much more to her and her family relationships and her relationship with Percy but ugh it's too much to explain right now (I have a doc in my Google drive that is just multiple attempts at writing this intro). So have some random facts!!

She was born on November 12th 1976, making her a Scorpio!

Her name, Ursula, is based on the star sign Ursa Major, or the Great Bear. Ursa Major is located right next to the constellation Draco, so it seemed fitting.

Her middle name, Alioth, is the name of the brightest star in Ursa Major.

Major Ursula is also what Fred and George called her when she became a Prefect and would catch them in their mischief.

She has a raven! I think it's boring that Hogwarts students can only have owls, because there's so many more interesting birds (oh how I love little Kestrels). And I think a raven is much more fitting for her than an owl. The raven is called Orion, and she got him as a gift from her parents after her first year. He's been her companion for years and considering he's a raven living in captivity (magical captivity even), he'll be with her many more years.

For a while, Orion does not trust Percy, and pecks at him like he's attacking Ursula if they even hold hands.

Her personality has changed a lot since I first thought of her. Originally, she was waaaay more sad and depressing, but now she just internalised that.

She was also going to have an Augerey at first, but that was too complicated to think about.

Alright that's all for now, I've been contemplating making this post for so long because I feel like OCs can come across as sooo cringe. But then I realised that I really don't care how cringe she it.

Ursula (and literally any other character I mention in any post that might make you go "...huh?") is a part of the universe @bastaardsuiker and I created and called the Suikerverse. And in the Suikerverse, canon is whatever we want it to be. There are many OCs, there is a lot of OC x Canon, so many changes to canon, links back to Hogwarts Legacy era OCs, you name it. So if something doesn't make sense, it's probably just a thing we've made up or changed.

*In the Suikerverse, Draco is not an only child, but has two older siblings; Ursula and Altair (an OC of @bastaardsuiker ). In this universe the Weasleys are also just simply not related to the Black family.

[lunastrophe]

Hi there! I just saw that recent ask about reviewing and mentioning drow OCs, and I got intrigued about a subject I included in my OC's backstory that I'd love to hear from you about.

So I actually found your blog through my posts about Kazimir, my drow ranger. And probably one of the most interesting things I was able to include in his story is him being born between 1361DR and 1372DR. During which, according to the Daughter of the Drow book (which I haven't read I stumbled upon this lore on accident), Lolth declared a halt on drow sacrifices.

Kaz was a third born son and his mom was pissed that she had him right after having two elder sons, during a time she couldn't just kill him and be done. So she leaves him in a cave and forgets him. Long story short, he gets picked up by an adventuring party and raised on the surface.

I was curious if you had any thoughts about this weird peaceful period that Lolth instated but is never really talked about? What do you think would happen if it came out that he survived and word of him got out in Lolthite society?

Thank you, and no pressure to answer!!

Hello 😊 I absolutely love your idea for your OC's backstory! Lolth's peace was an interesting period in the history of Menzoberranzan - noble drow houses were forced to refrain from attacking each other and even customary sacrifices were halted, so that the city could recover from recent losses:

"...there is to be no more war in Menzoberranzan. The city must be restored. No priestess shall slay another, and all healthy drow children must be reared, even the males. Until Lloth directs otherwise, the Ruling Council will enforce these new laws." (E. Cunningham, Daughter of the Drow)

Still, all the Menzoberranyr drow knew that Lolth's peace was only temporary - and that it was going to be lifted at some point. Many were likely spending these years on preparations, carefully planning their future moves.

🕷️ Lolth's Peace and Third Sons' Fate - by Lolth's decree, until the end of peace it was forbidden to kill healthy drow children, and even third sons were to be reared.

I can imagine that some drow females were confused or even reluctant to accept this new law, though - and Kaz's mother could be among them.

Third sons were customarily promised to Lolth. This was an important sacrifice, one that was meant to confirm the female's loyalty and devotion to the Way of Lolth and to the goddess. Lolth's peace was temporarily changing the rules, but despite of that, some drow females were probably not exactly eager to keep their third sons.

🕷️ Still, I suppose that abandoning the third son (or any healthy drow child, really) during the Lolth's peace would count as acting against the goddess' wishes. Lolth's message was clear: healthy drow children were to be reared, so that the city could recover from losses.

I would not be surprised, then, if Kaz's mother lost Lolth's favour at some point because of her decision. Somehow, I doubt that Lolth would approve her "I am not killing him, but I am not keeping him either" attitude - not when the ultimate goal is to increase the city's population.

🕷️ The fact that Kaz survived might be perceived in Lolthite society as a sign that Lolth wanted him to survive. It might be also perceived as a proof that his mother was acting against Lolth's wishes when she decided to abandon him.

Should Kaz - for example - play later a role in the fall of his mother's house or in her demise, Lolthite drow would probably be like: "well, seems like abandoning her son during Lolth's peace backfired on her!"

They would not eagerly accept him in their society, for sure, since he was raised by surfacers.

Although I imagine that at least some of them might think that since his mother broke Lolth's law by abandoned him, he should be given an opportunity to prove himself and join Lolthite society (should he wish to go back to the roots, so to speak, for whatever reason).

[my-pjo-stuff]

Alright this is going to be a sensitive question to ask but some of my friends have spoken about fics where luke (🍇) other characters, some even have said he’s done that to their own characters where they were underaged and since you’re the best person I know that can speak super well about Luke, I was thinking do you think Luke would be capable of doing such thing to underage characters or ocs?

TW: DISCUSSION OF UNDERAGE RAPE, PEDOPHILIA, GROOMING AND UNDERAGE (ASWELL AS IN GENERAL) SEXUAL ACTIVITIES

So, I will start this off by saying thank you for comming to me with this anon. I know this is a very delicate topic. Which is why I want to say that I am more than welcome to have these discussions, since I think it's important to talk about these heavy things openly and seriously. That being said, my answer to that question is a resounding No. Luke would never even THINK about such a thing. Before we start (and this is by no means an attack on you or any other one of your friends) we need to remember that discussions like these are based in canon. Meaning that things such as "But Luke did it to my character" or "well Luke did it with my OC" are all worthless. Fact is I could also just aswell go and say "well Luke renounced Kronos and married my OC, he's actually loyal to the gods now because of them!". But that also wouldn't mean that Luke is suddenly not the leader of the TA anymore or suddenly loyal to the gods. So yeah, that entire part of the question is something I'm going to be ignoring for this. Now onto the real meat of it. Based on his canon actions Luke has never once shown any interest in anyone underage. He's had only two semi-romantic relationships in the entire series as a whole where he expressed even a bit of intrest. One with Thalia when she was 12 and he was 14, which was only ever implied and was immediately dropped and never picked up again when Thalia died. And one with Kellie, who was a fully grown monster and was more than eagerly consenting to a sexual relationship with Luke during BotL. Both of these cases were consensual on both ends aswell as having happened with both parties around the same age and or level of maturity. I think the reason for this conversation all comes back to the Pedo and Groomer arguments we've had about Luke ever since TLO dropped- the rape being a continuation of that. Because, fact is- the only talk of Luke liking anyone underage we ever got only ever came from that one quote in TLO and other character's POV. The quote in TLO being the one where Luke asked Annabeth if she loved him, and she in kind responding that while she USED to love him, he's like a brother to her now. Which....I'm not going to lie, yeah that looks BAD. But what I see myself needing to point out here is that the question in and off itself does not need to mean romantic love. The whole theme of Luke and Annabeth always was family. Luke was laying dying, and in my opinion most likely just wanted to know if he and Annabeth still were family.

In that sense it would be logical for Luke to say love, as in- the love between family. The way Annabeth answered that was honestly stupid in my opinion, and I genuinly do not know what Rick was thinking. The reason why Luke never clarified anything was probably because he was actively dying and just didn't have the time for it. The second instance were other characters describing the relationship between Luke and Annabeth, and thus "confirming" that Luke had a romantic interest. Here I again have to point to the fact that A)it was only a statement, never an action. And B) It was from a different character's first person POV. Such POVs can never be fully trusted by the nature of being first person. Out of universe we also have to remember that Rick is, frankly said, a hack. If you look at the newer books we can see how he regularly forgets his own characters and mischaracterizes them. He has openly stated he doesn't have a series bible, instead using the Fandom Wiki as a source to fact check. His editors also openly stated that they "barely do anything" because his "writing is already perfect." The chance that Rick just...forgot who Luke was and how his relationship to Annabeth should be isn't exactly small. Giving birth to these "confirmations" The "groomer" name has even less reason than the "pedo" name.

Grooming describes the action of an adult deliberately establishing a friendly relationship with a minor to manipulate them into certain actions or roles. We have no case of Luke ever doing that. I've mostly seen him being called a groomer in relation to Annabeth and Silena, which are both equally baseless. We first have to start off with the fact that Luke never really talked to them while they were a minor and he an adult. He met Annabeth when he was 14 and she was 7. He never once sook her out, their meeting was an accident. Even after meeting Annabeth he, on multiple occasions has expressed explicit platonic love. In The Diary of Luke Castellan he referred to himself as the "father" of the group after meeting Annabeth. Thalia in this context being the "mother". If anything that was more a hint at romance between Thalia and him than between him and Annabeth. During the main five books he also repeatedly called Annabeth his "little sister". That all also ignored the fact that Luke grooming Annabeth would mean that he got Annabeth to do something- in this case, something sexual. Which never happened. Annabeth consistently does the exact opposite of what Luke wants her to do- that being fighting for the gods. Not to mention that they never did anything remotely sexual ever. Luke knew her and was a trusted authority figure for years, we know he's very good at manipulating and talking himself into getting what he wants. If Luke truly groomed Annabeth, do you really thing absolutely nothing would have ever happened between the two in all these years? For Silena it probably comes from the fact that her saying that Luke was "charming" and "nice" as a reason for her joining and spying for the TA. Aswell as him blackmailing her to keep doing it. Again, Luke probably met Silena at camp purely by accident. Most likely while he too was a minor still. (Remember he was only 19 in TLT and had been at camp for ages prior, he knew Silena for a good amount of times based on how she talked about him) Is Silena's reason for joining the TA a bit weak? Definitely- but it also proves that it was her decision. There is no reason to believe Luke actively manipulated her into it.

The blackmailing was just that, blackmailing. Plain and simple- Luke did some fucked shit for his goals, which I'm not going to deny. But that certainly wasn't grooming. We also need to remember that it can be pretty harmful to excuse Silena's decisions as Luke "grooming" and "manipulating" her, as it strips her of her independence and abilities to make decisions for herself in the greater narrative. Having all that debunked, my personal theory as to why the fandom hangs so consistently onto these things is that they need reasons to villainize Luke. (A deeper dive into this here) Fandom as a whole seems to need a reason to justify their hatred of Luke- and the easiest way to do that is to make him a villain and evil. What is the easiest, most evil crime could commit? Easy, rape. Especially rape of children. So, with the abovementioned things combined, they just jumped to saying Luke is attracted to minors. And wants to do stuff with them even without consent. But coming back to your question, I have one last, extremely strong argument to make why Luke would NEVER do anything like that. Because, as hard as it may sound- if Luke wanted to rape someone, especially children, he would have done so already. He was the main caretaker of them at camp for a LONG time. He had minors of all ages lining up infront of him wanting to impress him, fully trusting him and his actions. Most of the minors having had bad homelives before getting there. Luke would have had an extremely easy time taking advantage of any of the campers. All while basically having free picking and choosing in terms of gender, look, age ect. And even if we say that he couldn't have done it at camp for some reason, he certainly could have done so in the TA. We all know Kronos wouldn't give much of a fuck if Luke had sexual relationships with the minors in the TA. He had a (most likely) sexual relationship with Kellie, which shows that Kronos allows romance. And he also doesn't seem to have a strong enough moral compass to stop Luke from going after kids would he want to do it. Not only would everything from above still apply in the TA, but Luke would also be their leader. Meaning an IMMENSE power imbalance between him and your average TA member. Luke, throughout all his life, was in a prime position to take advantage of children. Especially so in the TA where he had 0 consequences to fear. And the fact that he simply never did (like any decent human being if we are honest) proves in and off itself that he had no interest in anything like that. And would never even THINK of doing something like this.

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Four

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (you know the drill- smut warnings will be last so you can skip if you'd like) Angst, Anxious Themes/Anxiety Attack, Dwelling on the past, Sam's opinion is LOUD, Bad Coping Techniques (giggle at Danny- don't take his advice on how to manage emotions, okay?) and a healthy dose of Mother Jake.

Smut Warnings: Oral (m receiving) Fingering, Unprotected penetrative sex (WRAP IT UP, FOLKS) The vibes are.. something.

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Danny spends the few days after discovering Mel's child trying to process how he's feeling and handling it.. sort of.

Author's Note: This is probably the most angsty thing I've written thus far and honestly, it was such a fun chapter to put together. 😈

Ghost Of You - 5 Seconds of Summer "If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine, I'll be just fine."

The last two days have been hell. 

I’ve been home, and the only thing on my mind is Mel. 

She has a kid. Seeing her daughter perched up on her hip was never something I would have expected. It caught me off guard, to say the least. But, I don’t think I ever considered that being a thing that could happen, or the way it would make me feel seeing it. 

 She moved on. Like, actually moved on. She…got over me. We spent so many years together.. not including being friends.

I guess the idea of her moving on bothered me a little more than I anticipated. Or than I’d like to admit. It’s not my proudest moment, but seeing her holding her daughter felt like a kick to the stomach. There’s no denying that Iris is hers, she’s practically a copy and paste of her mom. She is a really cute kid. 

I don’t think I could tell you the last full meal that I ate. Not that I don’t want to eat, but I keep feeling nauseous every time I go to eat. I’ve been forcing myself to eat little amounts at a time just to be safe, but it isn’t fun. 

The other portion that hasn’t been fun– listening to Sam’s opinion on the situation. 

Unfortunately for Sam, he was my emotional support when Mel and I broke up. So this whole situation isn’t sitting with him in the best way, which I suppose I can’t blame him after listening to me bitch and moan for months about how I missed her.

He’s simultaneously convinced that I’ve never actually moved on because none of my dates have worked out, and while I think he may not be completely wrong, I don’t think that’s why they end poorly. I just haven’t found girls who pique my interest enough to keep them around. 

But having the situation happen moments before Sam witnessed it makes it worse. I am personally still trying to process what happened while having to listen to everything thought and opinion that he has– whether I want to hear it. That’s what friends do for each other, I guess. 

“You know what else pisses me off?” Sam’s voice rings through the speakers of my phone. “The fact that she clearly got knocked up right away.”

Attempting to play devil’s advocate for some reason, I let out quietly, “I mean, she said her daughter was three, so maybe it wasn’t right away.” 

“Still though,” He wasn’t having any of that; he never does. “You guys were together for so long. I figured she would be a little more torn up over you, but maybe she was already on her way out of the relationship before then.”

The latter part of his complaint sends a pain through my chest, knowing that pain is coming through in my voice, “Ouch?”

“Oh shit, sorry,” He quickly says before following it up with more complaining. “It just makes me cranky that she would waltz back into our lives like nothing happened.” I can picture him just pacing the apartment with Penny following him around. 

My arm is slung over my eyes at this point; the entire situation is just stressful, and I don’t want to write her off immediately. I tell him, “I don’t know if that was necessarily her plan either, though, Sam.” 

“Well.. still. I don’t know, I just..” His voice lowers finally; the pause of him contemplating what to say is daunting when he says, “Seeing her just reminded me of everything, and..” Letting out an exasperated groan, I can feel his frustration just in the tone of his voice. 

“Yeah.. it’s a lot.” 

It’s quiet for a minute when he pipes up, “You have to be annoyed. There’s no chance that you aren’t a little mad.” 

“I don’t really know how I feel if we’re being honest,” I tell him. “I want to say that I’m not a little bothered by it, but I don’t think I can really do that either.” 

He asks, “Is it Melody, or is it her daughter?”

“I’m not sure of that part.” 

“You’re not giving me much to work with, big dog,” he chuckles. “I know it’s been a while since we talked about that one incident, you know, when-Mel-royally-fucking-sucked-and-kind-of-ruined-your-life.”

I breathe out a sigh, “Yeah, I was kind of enjoying not talking about it anymore.”

“I just think it was fucked up that–” he starts again, but I finally snap. 

I sit up on my couch instantly, cutting him off with a blunt, “Sam– I get it.”

“Sorry, I just hate that she hurt you,” his voice is small in the moment. I rarely get direct with him like that, but I just can’t listen to it anymore. 

It’s how a lot of these conversations go; Sam gets riled up, and I get overwhelmed. It’s not that I don’t appreciate him for being there for me, but sometimes I feel like he forgets that I was in the situation that he’s going on about. Which truth be told, I’ve never really said what happened to him.. Mostly out of not wanting to talk about it. 

“No, it’s okay,” I breathe out. “It’s just like I’m reliving the past and I think I need to just focus on something else.” 

He takes the hint, telling me about some shoots he has planned for work and going on about a shoot that he helped Willa with. Arguably, I didn’t mind hearing about it today– anything to keep my mind busy, really. He did manage to convince me to go grab some food with him and told me that I could have Penny for the weekend, which at least gave me something positive to look forward to. 

Once I was home for the night, I found myself laying back on my couch for the tenth time today because I didn’t know what else to do with myself at this point. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was the moment I walked into the bar, and she was there. She’s still as beautiful as ever. 

But after the conversation I just had, the moment of Sam seeing her slowly starts to replace it. The way my stomach churned when I heard his voice, knowing that the metaphorical band-aid was about to get ripped off. The stare between the two of them could kill a man. 

When he finally opened his mouth, all he said was, “Oh.” My eyes fell shut at the sound of it, knowing there was really nothing to be done to save it. Even Josh was silent, which is saying something. 

“Nice to see you too, Sam,” is all she said before she left. Which I can’t deny– it was probably the best way to handle him. 

He’s developed quite a strong opinion against her, and I don’t foresee much being able to change that. I know ever since we broke up, I haven’t been able to get him to say much other than telling her to ‘fuck off’ basically.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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“Hi, baby,” I let out, leaning down to kiss her lips. The look in her eyes as she stared up at me. “How are my girls doing?”

“We’re hanging in there,” she breathes out, the smile still on her lips regardless of being exhausted. Leaning down and pressing my lips against the tiny forehead of the sleeping baby girl in her arms. “She tired herself out, so we’re napping.. apparently.” 

“I’ll take her if you have things to do,” I tell her. 

She giggles softly, “I do need to pee, actually.” 

Scooping up the sweet girl from her, letting Mel escape off to the bathroom. 

“Hi baby girl,” whispering against her cheek, pressing a few small kisses into her. I sink into the couch carefully; she quietly readjusts herself to get more comfortable. Tucked her face into my chest. My heart swelled at the sight; nothing compares to the feeling. 

It feels like seconds, but Melody walks back into the room, glancing over to us, before signing, ‘You love snuggling, dad?’ 

Feeling the little nugget in my arms nodding with a small giggle coming from her. I squeeze her tighter before tapping my fingers against her back to know that I’m signing ‘i love you’ to her. Her hand popped out in front of us, saying, ‘I love you.’ Waving it frantically around, making the both of us laugh. 

Lifting her up and blowing raspberries against her belly, listening to the sweet sounds of her laughing. The feeling of her little hands grabbing at my hair, trying to get me to stop, but we’re too busy giggling. 

She lies across my lap, trying to recover from laughing as Mel walks back over, smiling at the two of us. Sitting next to me, I feel her lips press into my cheek, leaning her body into me. 

‘Having fun with Dad?’ met with a big smile. 

She looks over at me; the look in her eyes makes me melt. 

“Are you having fun too, daddy?” She asks, her voice faint, but the sound of ‘daddy’ echoes in my mind. 

***

Abruptly, my eyes open wide, sitting up from the couch. I’m drenched in sweat.  

What the fuck was that? My heart is racing as I sit here, breathing heavily as I try to process whatever just happened. I don’t even know why I would be dreaming about .. that. I tap my phone, 11:49 p.m. 

When did I fall asleep? My TV is just rotating through the different skylines, and it’s dead silent in the apartment. I lay back on the couch, throwing an arm over my eyes and letting out a deep breath. Jesus Christ. 

I could go to the bar, but I don’t think I want to be at work. They’ll somehow know something happened. Even just a dream. I swear Josh can sniff that shit out. 

I pull my phone out and do the only thing that I know will distract me from whatever my brain is trying to trick me into. 

Me: what are you doing 

Blonde from Hinge: idk why 😏

Me: come over? 

Surely, this will help. I lie there on my couch until she shows up, just trying to scroll mindlessly on Instagram to avoid thinking about the dream. It’s only about ten minutes until the notification pops up. 

Blonde from Hinge: i’m here 

Practically leaping up, I grab my door, pulling it open to her; she looks eager and ready. Perfect. 

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

That’s about all we managed before she slung her arms around my neck, planting her lips on mine. The kiss was heated. I hold the back of her neck tight; she has to tilt her head back a fair amount to reach me. 

Stumbling back into my apartment, never detaching from the kiss, I slowly guide her to the living room. I fall back into the couch, and she’s quick to straddle my lap. Her chest already heaving just from making out, so I slip my hands under her hoodie. Feeling her skin as my hands slowly crept up her body. No bra? Sick. 

“Take this off,” I tell her mid-kiss. Her hands flew down to pull it off. 

Though they were smaller, the way her tits bounced when she did it made my mouth water. I didn’t have to do anything yet, and her nipples were already screaming for my attention. Cupping both of her tits with my hands, my mouth quickly made contact with one, wrapping my lips around her as she whines. Rubbing the pad of my thumb over the other one as I kiss and lick at this one. 

Listening to her litter the air with moans just from that, I know I have her in the palm of my hand already. I can feel my cock twitch against her as her hips press into me. 

Slipping one of my hands into her leggings, no panties either? She knew what I wanted. My fingers ran across her cunt, slick as hell. 

“So wet for me already, aren’t you, Sugar?” I taunt her a bit. 

She writhes against my fingers, moaning out, “Want your dick so bad.” 

“On your knees,” I murmur in her ear, letting my fingers barely slip into her but pulling them back. Gently clapping my hand against her cunt and whispering, “Then I’ll fuck you.” 

She drops to her knees in front of me, pulling her blonde hair up into a ponytail as I’m sliding my sweats down my thighs. Taking no time, she’s got her lips wrapped around me. My head tilts back, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feeling until I find myself wishing that it was Melody instead. You’re getting head from a girl who wants to ride you until the sun comes up. Stop thinking about Mel. Feeling myself hit the back of her throat a few times before she comes up for air and lets out a little cough. 

I sit up, leaning forward and grabbing her waist to pick her up. Pulling her onto the couch, I slide her leggings down, just past her ass, before grabbing both of her ankles with one hand and pushing them up. I run my fingers down the center of her before plunging my middle finger into her. Pumping hard and fast, listening to the wet sounds coming from her already, not to mention the whines slipping out of her mouth. My ring finger joining, as she yelps at the stretch before I start pressing into the one spot. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing it as fast as I can. 

“Please, please, oh my god,” she whines loudly. I start pumping my fingers into her fast, grazing that spot over and over, trying to hit it every time and being rewarded with a loud ‘Yes, that’s it!’ 

My other hand came down to frantically rub her clit until she finally comes for me. If my neighbors didn’t know what was going on, they sure as fuck do now. Pulling my fingers from her but giving her a couple of pats against her cunt, still throbbing from her orgasm. 

“Spread ‘em,” I tell her as she pulls her leggings the rest of the way off, and her legs fall apart. My hand is still covered with her come, stroking myself a few times before I drag my cock down her before pushing in. The way she’s falling apart, you would think she didn’t just come. 

My hips relentlessly pound into her while my hands find their way up to her tits again, teasing her. Little groans start to fall from my mouth. Mel, my hips snapping out of rhythm at the thought. God, she was always so sexy. Mel, please–  my thoughts betray me. I shake my head staring down at this girl giving me the performance of a lifetime. 

It only takes a few minutes before I’m pulling out and stroking myself over her stomach; she leans up so everything lands on her tits; she’s really trying, and I have to commend her for that. Gesturing to her to hold on for a minute, I run off to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel and bringing it back to her. 

“Here,” I hold it out for her. “I’m gonna–” pointing back to the bathroom as she just nods and starts cleaning herself off. 

I shut the door behind me, flipped the light on, and stared at myself in the mirror. What is going on? The longer I stare at myself, the more conflicted I feel. The water flows from the sink, helping to muffle the voice in my head, but certainly not enough. Why are you avoiding the inevitable? Was this girl worth it? Do you feel better about yourself now? Shaking my head a few times, looking down to wash my hands. 

It’s only a few minutes that I’m in there, but when I come back out into the living room, she’s gone. Well, I guess I can’t blame her. Tapping my phone screen to see the 2:16 a.m. staring back at me, I grab it off the coffee table and wander off to my bed. 

Slipping into the cold sheets, I lay there scrolling through Instagram for a minute before locking my phone and setting it next to me. I lie there in the dark, feeling very alone; my chest feels heavy as I just replay the events of the last few days in my head like a movie. 

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Later the next day.. 

The moment I stepped over the threshold, something felt wrong. 

I take a few steps into the bar, pausing in the same spot I did days ago when I ran into Mel and her daughter. My hand grabs the back of a chair as I stand here, feeling frozen as I can hear her voice playing in my head. 

“This is Iris, my daughter.” 

My stomach turns as it plays in my head. Seeing her standing there, her daughter who looks like a baby version of her, staring at me. 

“I think she likes your hair.” 

 The curls. She practically could be my child with how she looks. 

“She’s being shy today.”

Nothing would have prepared me to see Melody as a mom, especially after us being no contact for so long. Did she move on that fast? She would have had to get pregnant .. 

“Oh god,” slips out quietly. My blood is pumping through my body aggressively; I feel a weird chill run down my neck, and my ears start to feel hot. She.. she had a child. The nausea only gets stronger as my thoughts get louder; my mouth starts watering. I can see the look on her face in my mind, the feeling as we just stared at each other. Melody. 

I don’t know if my eyes were shut or if my sight was a little fuzzy, but I felt someone grab my arm. 

“Hey— you okay?” Jake’s voice sounds muffled but concerned. 

I shake my head, whispering, “I’m gonna pass out.” 

“Shit,” he lets out. “Come on— I got ya.” 

He grips my arm, letting me lean into him a little, walking me– more of a stumble on my part, into his office and helping me sit down. My whole body just feels sticky from sweat. I lean my head back and close my eyes for a minute. 

“Here,” Jake’s voice sounded clear this time. My eyes open to him holding out a bottle of water. As I’m sipping on it, Josh walks in quickly. 

“Tilt your head up,” he mutters, placing a cold towel over the nape of my neck. “That should help.” He scurried out of the room about as quickly as he did in. 

It’s quiet for a minute as I just try to drink some more of the water. I can feel my heart still racing, but the desire to puke is going away. 

The sound of Jake clearing his throat breaks the silence. 

“Do you wanna talk about what just happened or..?” 

I just stare at him for a second, unsure of what to even say. I choke out, “I don’t know.” 

He folds his arms over his chest as he leans against the door frame. He quietly says, “You looked like you saw a ghost.” 

I feel like I did.

My jaw clenches before finally letting out, “I just–” 

The slow blink from him said enough. My eyes dart to the floor, just trying to sort out how I’m feeling. 

“I’ve felt off for days now,” I confess quietly. 

He doesn’t say anything right away but moves to shut the door carefully. Turning back to me and asking, “Is it Mel-related?” 

“No,” I spit out, sounding hesitant and then being more honest, “..okay maybe.” 

The sigh coming from him says everything, but he mumbles out, “I wouldn’t blame you if it fucked with you a little.” 

My eyes shot up to meet his. 

“Wait.. Really?” 

“I mean, the girl you spent years with and were in love with just shows up here with a child– I think anybody would feel a bit blindsided,” he tells me, and it’s oddly comforting. I guess I can’t be too shocked that out of the three brothers, Jake would be the one who gets this. 

I breathe out, “Yeah..it’s just..” 

He just waits for me to finish my thought. 

“She moved on so fast?” I let out. It’s still hard for my brain to wrap around the idea that she went and had a child that quickly. 

“But, maybe she didn’t?” His voice was getting a little lower. “It could have been an accident for all we know.” 

My heart pounds at the thought of someone getting her pregnant by mistake; my teeth clench, trying to harness some of the anger that just surged through my body. 

Jake distracting me from my own feelings for a second, “Do you think that maybe.. you still have feelings for her?” He pauses for a moment but adds, “And that’s why this is hitting you so hard?” 

My thoughts are racing as I sit here. Do I still..? No. I can’t. It’s been years. I’m fine. The weird, tense silence in the air as he waits for my response, that I don’t even know if I’m fully sure of. 

“I don’t know.. I mean.. Maybe?” I stumble over my words, and my head shakes a few times at the thought. “I don’t feel like I do.. I go on dates all the time.” 

“Not to be that person, but how does that usually work out for you?” he asks, which is a fair question despite the fact I don’t want to answer it. 

Letting out a sigh before I tell him, “Not great.” 

“And why’s that?”

The answer is instantly clear to me. I think I subconsciously always knew but denied myself because I wanted so badly for it not to be the truth. I guess because the only time I ever thought about it was in defense of why I wasn’t going to call a girl back or why I didn’t think the girl would work out. 

Jake’s hand grabs my shoulder gently as he looks at me, mumbling, “Your secret is safe with me.” 

I breathe in slowly as I move my eyes to the floor in front of me, and on the exhale, the truth finally seeps out. “They aren’t Melody.”

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Chapter Three

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My OCs in 'Dungeon Meshi'

What the title says: if they were in the world of Dungeon Meshi

Forgive Spike's…everything— I was in a moving car when I drew him. I also changed what race I wanted him to be halfway through, hence the two pairs of ears

I did not have access to an eraser when I drew any of these

More thoughts below!

How each of them would react to eating monsters:

Tomoe wouldn't be…hostile to the idea. She understands very well it not only saves money, things they'd need to carry, and how long it'd take to traverse the dungeon; practically eliminating the need to return to the surface unless something drastic were to happen. When she brings up the idea, she can already guess how each of the others would react to it. But she won't force anyone; she's understand unwillingness. As for her own feelings: before they begin to cut the monster up to prepare food, she thanks it for its sacrifice. She's…a bit reluctant to let herself admit it tasted good, though. But she decides to ignore it and instead focus on the 'sharing a meal with others' aspect. Partly so none of the others will get cold feet about it, which she definitely knows could happen if they saw their leader hesitant to her own idea.

Favorite monster meal: Griffin Soup

Veronica grumbles about it at first, but ultimately eats it, understanding they don't have much choice. And Tomoe framing it to her as a means of survival made it easier for Veronica to accept. Gotta do what you gotta do to survive to see another day. She gets used to it rather quickly. And she also quickly started to pick anything bitter off of Victor's plate and exchanging it with something else from her plate, like she always had. Despite how the gruesome the scenario was, she was happy to see him that happy; he hadn't had that look on his face in who knows how many years.

Favorite monster meal: Nightmares Steamed in Sake

Victor is thrilled. He's called first dibs on dissecting ALL the monsters before they eat them. He often saves little parts of them, mostly bones, to use for more undead minions medicinal reasons. He's particularly interested in the humanoid monsters, like mermaids, harpies and dryads. Also finds a lot of joy in studying monsters. He's sad the others wouldn't let him keep one in a bag to torture and experiment on study.

Favorite monster meal: Exorcism Sorbet

Irina would not be able to eat it at all if she saw it get killed, or it has an even vaguely humanoid face. It'd probably give her nightmares if she tried. The whole situation forces her to think more about the fact that all the meat she eats was once alive. It makes her feel incredibly guilty. She's never been picky with food, but she can barely scarf it down.

Favorite monster meal: Changeling Dumplings from Fairy Ring

Junia, lover of all things macabre and monstrous, is very open to the idea, and curious about it, thinking it'd be interesting to try out new recipes. She treats it the same as eating any other animal, and quickly develops favorites. But she's also sad they haven't found too many friendly monsters. She thinks Victor is just interested in monsters like she is.

Favorite monster meal: Jack-o-Lantern Potage and Sautéed Dryad Buds with Cheese

Spike feels kinda sorry for the monster, especially if it didn't attack them right away. But he knows he has no choice; it's a dog-eat-dog world, after all. Especially in the dungeons. And he's gotta eat lots to keep up his strength so he can help the others. But he just would not be able to eat anything he considers 'cute'. As well as anything wolf-like; that just feels like a step too close to cannibalism— both just feel too wrong! He thinks eating things like snakes or dragons is cool as all hell though and is very excited to try it.

Favorite monster meal: Red Dragon Meal

Artemisia has been so sheltered that the concept of eating monsters isn't any more strange to her than anything else she'd encounter in the dungeon, or even on the surface in regular life. Besides, she'd read books about monster cuisine before. She's the only one who doesn't know eating all kinds of monsters isn't common, so has 0 qualms about it. Asks Junia to teach her how to cook.

Favorite monster meal: Boiled Mimic

Lisle hates every single bite and wants to throw up. It disgusts him that he's making such gross, 'unclean' and monsterous— well, monsters, part of him. But since Junia always seems so excited to have him try it, he knows he couldn't turn it down, even on the grounds of 'being a vegetarian due to his compassion for all living beings' (lies, he does not care that much) without making himself seem less kind. So he eats it.

Favorite monster meal: Portable Meal Set for Adventurers (does that even count as a monster meal?)

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NO, I didn't create Taura to be my FanSona.

(If there are any mistakes in the writing, it is because English is not my native language, thank you for understanding)

I was browsing some websites that talk about Tcoaal to see some theories or new facts about the game and I usually see a lot of hate about creating OCs, saying that people just wanted to "insert themselves" to FUCK with some of the characters.

I also saw that many people were harassing the creator of the mod "The coffin of andy and lili" to the point where she left Discord, where she gave information about her project.

It's okay if you want to create a FanSona or don't like OCs, but it doesn't justify you attacking people who simply wanted to have fun.

Besides, not everyone creates OCs to be their FanSona, people create them because they wanted to expand their creativity in some way, even if the beginning of the creation is because you liked a character.

I recognize that this Fandom is pure shit, worse than toxic garbage, but how about you throw your hate into something productive instead of being a complete asshole to others?

Funny that the same people who hate OCs are the people who are in favor of gravecest/coffincest.🙄🙄

But continuing, I didn't create Taura to be Andrew's romantic partner or as the fandom describes him: "The victim who is not to blame for anything and who suffers in the clutches of the evil Sister".

Taura was already an OC from another fandom that I follow, I saw that her behavior would fit this dark world of TCOAAL, so I reformulated her to fit (She still exists in the Fandom that I follow, they are now 2 different people).

The original idea was that she would have a younger brother to guide the story (NO! There is no incest, you freaks!), they would meet the Graves Siblings in chapter 2 (I joined the Fandom when there was only Chapter 1, before the chaos appeared), they would stay for a while and then leave, taking care of their own lives, but then my creativity started to take over me, making me change the whole story to what you know now.

The "interest" in Andrew was only due to his character, besides his appearance, his behavior caught my attention. It was very strange how he acted like a victim even though he clearly killed people (even if it was for his own survival) and how it was shown that he uses a "mask", it caught my attention.

So I thought, "What would happen if I put together two horrible people who take advantage of opportunities and use social masks to cover up their monstrous side?", yeah you get the idea HEHEHE 😼😼😼

Even though Andrew is my favorite character, I hope he dies.😊

They are bad people who will never change, so I hope they die in the end.

That would be my canonical ending.

Some concept images of the Taura to enter the Tcoaal: