#The Moths (oc group tag)

[moth-party]

Various doodles that will probably be refined later but rn im lazy featuring Sebastian, Lieutenant and the Antichrist—I mean L-U-23 “Lulu Deer”

[oukabarsburgblr]

drabble...

FEATURING: AITO SOUSUKE (OC), DAISUKE YUICHI (OC) x male reader

"Why the fuck did you come along if you knew you were gonna get scared?"

Sousuke hissed, jabbing his finger into Daisuke's chest who swatted his hand away. "I can go wherever I want? Your house is the furthest from all of us, why the hell would you stay back so late?" The pair were arguing, the moonlight shining through the windows of the dark hallways.

(m/n) and Haru only groaned, as they walked in front of the two. It was already night and they had came back to the academic buildings of the high school they attended. The (h/c) had misplaced his phone in his other bookbag which was in his class, he dragged Haru, his childhood best friend, to accompany him to retrieve it and Sousuke heard and tagged along but Daisuke wasn't going to leave (m/n) and Sousuke alone in a scenario where romantic moments can occur.

Although it would be challenging for the ravenette.

Haru swiped his long blonde bangs back, his bleached eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. "They're so loud. We're going to get caught by the security guards..." He complained and (m/n) whined as he shook his best friend's arm. "We're almost there. Don't leave me with these two idiots."

"How did you even forgot your phone out of all things?" "I don't play my phone all the time. Unlike you-" (m/n) heaved as his chest was smacked by Haru, catching Sousuke's attention.

"Hey! Don't touch him!" Sousuke scowled at Haru who rolled his eyes at him. Daisuke was fussing over the groaning (h/c). This was the norm for the group of third years, doing stupid shit but tonight was a highlight since they were alone during scary hours in an empty school.

Daisuke clinged to (m/n), scared out of his wits as he buried his face into the latter's shoulder, effectively dragging him in their step. "Why is your class so far away?" His hand was trembling lightly as the (h/c) rubbed his arm for comfort but the ravenette was too heavy for him.

"Sousuke, hold him." He pushed the ravenette into the redhead's hold, Daisuke gasping in betrayal as he scrunched his nose at Sousuke. "How could you??" He creened in disgust as he shoved himself away from Sousuke. (m/n) entered his class, pulling Haru as well leaving the pair to stand in the dark halls. The redhead glaring at Daisuke.

"You're a pussy, Daisuke." "Fuck you?? WHAT THE HELL-" He screeched as he instinctively jumped up and grabbed onto Sousuke, the redhead unintentionally holding him as he staggered in surprise. Daisuke had seen something flew past him and under the light it was a huge ass moth.

It wasn't really any better as he screamed while squirming in Sousuke's arms, the latter yelling at him to quiet down, opting to just drop him. Haru and (m/n) exited the class, the latter with his phone in his hand and gazed at the two unimpressed.

"Are you two dating or something..." Haru muttered as he rolled his eyes, leaving the group and (m/n) followed suit, his eyebrows scrunched and his lips frowning and pouting.

"Wait! It's not what it looks like!" Sousuke dropped the ravenette onto the floor and ran after (m/n), blabbering that he had nothing to do with the ravenette. Daisuke cussed and chased after them, not wanting to be left behind and prompted to hit Sousuke in the head resulting in more arguments as they exited the building.

They did get caught by the security guard. (m/n) was not impressed with Daisuke and Sousuke. Haru doesn't want to be friends with them anymore. Sousuke just kept blaming Daisuke and the latter kept talking about a moth??

[END SCENE]

Afterthoughts:

I feel better now. Friend group with daisuke (ravenette), Sousuke (redhead), Onaga Haru (blonde) and (m/n).

Their main story will be set in highschool. I got inspired seeing Kubz Scouts recent video haha

[eowynstwin]

Do you have any recommendations for longer cod fics with plot?

Yeah, plenty!

A few from @391780 (and their ao3) (if you decide to explore their other fics PLEASE read the tags first, early writes some very dark work that may not suit you):

The Arrangement

The ad reads "Looking for a woman (25-45) to enter a discreet and unusual arrangement, with monetary compensation. Must fill out application and send photo.", and for some reason that you can't even fathom yourself, you apply. AKA John Price, who knows better than anyone what a liability having a spouse or partner is, decides that the only way he's going to find a beautiful soft woman to put up with his absurd schedule and dangerous job is to simply hire them.

the space in between

a shortcut through a construction site at night leads you to a run-in with john price, leader of the local crime family. (or, mafia Price romance with a desk jockey who didn't sign up to be a crime boss' obsession or sole confidant)

Into Your Veins

Ghost is a vampire during a zombie apocalypse, sent on a mission from Price to recruit you to join the little gated community of survivors that he's rounding up. You're a survivor who just wants to be left in peace to tend your garden and occasionally clear out your moat and booby traps of the undead. Neither of you gets what you'd planned on.

Then we have milk0 on ao3

Incompetent People

You share a group chat with your team and you sometimes wish you didn’t. (or, a very fun fic that started as a group chat piece and has evolved into a poly 141 romance. Otherwise known as my favorite fucking trope ever. The reader character has such a fun voice, I adore this fic.)

Next of course is @ceilidho (emphemeron on ao3) (same deal as with early—read their tags if you explore more of their fic, they also write darker work)

take me home, country road

You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au

Following up with @alittleposhtoad (smoggyfogbottom on ao3)

"it's gonna get me by the end of the night"

A year after the attack on the Urzikstan embassy, Stacy Davidson struggles to move on. Whumptober Prompt: No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?” Note: I picked Gaz x OC because this ship doesn't exist on ao3, and I wasn't sure how to classify it for searching purposes. Stacy has a minor role in the game!

oh bury me not on the lone prairie

You are a doctor on the frontier, recently widowed and left to fend for yourself. You cope by keeping a strict routine, one that is threatened by the arrival of four strangers one hazy summer night. (141 western AU)

a handsome stranger on a cold autumn day

You work at a small-town library doing the same thing day in and day out, until a handsome captain approaches your desk.

rounding out this list is @lunarvicar who is on hiatus but still fully worth reading. (you can find them here on ao3)

exit row

ghost is that hot guy at the airport you wish you could talk to. good thing your seats are next to each other on the plane and you can fantasize alllll you want. (or, you hook up with Ghost in an airport and meet, months later, after you join the 141. he is not happy about it. or is he?)

to the flame

Moth has barely escaped her first captors, but tumbles headfirst into the care of the 141. She has to decide whether to trust them and their prickly leader, Captain Price - who also happens to be the sexiest motherfucker she's ever met.

a stranger at the table

tudor era AU. John Price is an old friend of your new husband's, come to help on the farm for a season. Your vows are tested in ways you could never have imagined.

All of these I've listed are multichapter fics, but every single author's one-shots are just as good. I highly recommend reading those too!

Now I'm just going to list a few writers who you really should just take the time to go through their masterlists, because you can't go wrong with anything they write.

@yeyinde

@peachesofteal

@moondirti

@charliemwrites (dark fiction, be aware)

@ohbo-ohno (also dark fiction)

honorary mention of @guyfieriii who has removed most of her cod fiction from tumblr due to a frankly disgusting amount of harassment, but I'm sure if you ask her very very nicely she'll send you where you need to go. (seriously. be nice. or you'll see me in your bedroom holding a knife at midnight)

P.S. if you're reading this, and i've expressed love for your work in the past, but you are not on this list, it is NOT intentional exclusion. It is my absolutely horrible memory. I love you and please link your own work if you'd like!

[alrightaspen]

meet my sky gang and ask them questions or whatever

-Original gang-

Evef (he/him): crackhead guy. born in gratitude but took a nap until enchantment, very crazy always has that smile

Azuh (he/him): ikemen for sure. influenced by Evef since they knew each other as moths oh god. he’s just a little prankster isn’t he

Mayuv (she/her): she needs therapy from babysitting azuh and evef

-Apocalypse gang-

Erut (they/them): nearly mute, also can’t see. was born even before everything went to shit

Oriku (he/him): he’s like the dad of the group he’s always taking care of them somehow awwwww so cute

Usoma (she/her): little tiny cutie. has nightmares and def lost her best friend (lol).

Meji (she/her): dead LOL. she was erut’s mentor before she kicked the bucket

The original gang has some small side stories with them goofing around, but the apocalypse gang i expanded more on

so get this, sky was doing all great before suddenly a calamity happened (i know it’s not original i’m sorry😩) and everyone kinda died???? skykids can’t be reborn when they die and they also can’t fly as well lol so it’s just the 3 of them (meji only shows up in a flashback) trying to survive both the world they’re in and their freak creator (i love death)

here’s some of my other ocs

Linnet

Quiggy

Xiaoyu

tags i use for sorting

#oc linnet

#xiaoyu

(they’re in the tags if you want to click on them for that)

[yourlocalboxhead]

WOAH HEY HI. UPDATE: NO DECISIONS ARE BEING MADE AT THIS TIME!

TAOCC is not going to be evaporated anytime soon. It's okay. We're collecting our thoughts, and we are going to address people's concerns.

People! Stuff is going on!

I'll just throw in my two cents since that's what a lot of ppl are doing: I only have the one (main) oc: Nuffle. He's my little guy, and I have a few plans for him that mostly depend on other's interactions with him. The comics are only his backstory, which won't change with a system reboot/soft reset/whichever gets decided. Before and After are mostly context for how he ended up in the circus. Again is the circus.

I wouldn't be opposed to a reboot, but I would suggest we exercise caution, as this is a pretty huge decision to make. Since there are a lot of ocs, it might be good to cut down on just... the number of characters you use? Have a main circus member and a possible side character, but not more than those?

And in terms of a reboot itself, that's erasing character growth which would be... something... Prime example: Bob. I can't speak for Bob's mod, but to revert back to a ghost seems like a lot...

SO! I propose a soft reset: keep core character arcs (physical changes, personality changes, etc.) and keep 1-2 main ocs. It would cut down on character volume and your favorite arcs would be preserved. Though that's just my opinion. Tagging ppl: @the-moth-from-elsewhere @theautumnalcat @star-on-a-beach @sh4tt3rg1rl @silhouette-anon @feiar @lightthepathwithalantern @bob-the-cemetery-ghost @yourlocalboxhead @starbies-hellhole @andy-aka-lilcsca @tailsbot98761 @master-dealmaker @anartistwithamask

There's also the option that we make some sort of group chat and rp in that because! Those are fun and... somewhat neater than Tumblr,,, atleast for individual rps,,,,,, but it wouldn't be public and.. aaaaaaa

[modgryphonrambles]

I love TAOCC so much!

It is 5-6 in the morning, and I'm feeling emotional and affectionate. So I'm gonna ramble about how much I appreciate people. Apologies if you don't want to be tagged in this or if I'm not making any sense because I'm sleepy.

@silhouette-anon Soup, thank you so much for running the Gangle blog, if it wasn't for you, I would never have found this silly little RP community. I was so scared to interact for so long, I lurked and only sent a couple of unsigned anon asks, but the way you interacted with your regular anons gave me the confidence to also try and become a regular. You were just so kind to everyone, and it was wonderful to see. Love your art, love your RP, love how you make me smile in one moment and then make me cry in the next.

@sh4tt3rg1rl Basil, Soup may have been how I found TAOCC, but you are the reason I wanted to get involved with actually RPing in it. I don't remember how I stumbled on Mix's blog, but he was the first non-canon character in the group that I followed. I just loved his story, his design, the way you RPed, everything. Again I was too scared to actually approach you, instead I watched for a few weeks without making a single RP post. And even when I did start RPing, I was still a little intimidated by how amazing your writing was, so even though I still followed your blogs, it took me way too long to finally ask if I could interact with one of your characters. And of course your art blows me away all the time!

@the-moth-from-elsewhere Elsie, you were the first person in TAOCC I actually RPed with, though I never intended that. But I was so intrigued by Aoki's interaction with Mix, he seemed like such an interesting character, and I was blown away with how you RPed him. I wanted to follow that OC, but I didn't know what his blog was. I just knew yours. When I asked you if you had a list of OC blogs, you not only gave them to me, but pointed me in the direction of Dusk as a nice OC for me to introduce Grif to. In a rare burst of confidence, I sent an actual RP ask. I haven't looked back since. Your art style is so adorable, and you kinda scare me with how many characters you have, but I'm impressed by all the thought you put into TAOCC and I could listen/read your rambles for hours!

@shot-of-hopes-and-dreams Hope, I've already told you before how much I appreciate you for being the first person to send a character ask to Grif completely out of the blue. But I don't think I ever told you that you were also the first person I DMed to ask about joining a plot. DMs always scare me, I think because of how private they are, and it took me a good few days to work up the courage to send the message, but I'm so glad I did! Every time I get a message, or ask, or @ from you, I get excited, and sometimes a little nervous, you do love being evil after all! You surprise me a lot, keep me on my toes and really make me think when we RP together, and it's a ton of fun! I do love your sketchy art style too, and in my opinion it doesn't get nearly enough attention.

Star, Feiar, and everyone else that I've talked to outside of RPing (including the people I singled out above), thank you for all being so sweet and kind and welcoming. I really do struggle with social stuff especially voice calls, I always feel a little awkward by how I'm mostly non-verbal, and I often avoid calls because of it, but just you guys being so understanding has really helped me get over that fear!

And for everyone in TAOCC whether I've talked to you before or not, thank you for being such awesome creative people, you've given me so much joy over these past few months, I am so glad I found this community! Whether it's the writing, the art, the silly little memes, all of it makes me so happy (or breaks my heart in a good way when you decide to be angsty). All of you, never change, keep being such wonderful, amazing people!

[bakuliwrites]

Mirror, Story Three: Adrenaline

Disclaimer: Post-Game Spoilers!!!!!!

Previous Story, Next Story

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Relationship: Astarion x Tav (OC)

Chapter Summary: Orlando and Astarion decide to break in their new bed, which brings up some complicated memories for them both.

An anthology of short, post-game stories featuring Astarion and my Tav, Orlando.

Chapter Tags: BG3 SPOILERS, ACT 3 SPOILERS, Smut, fluff, angst, cock-warming, vaginal sex, blood drinking (Astarion feeding), discussions of past trauma, discussions of intimacy/intimacy issues, cuddling, telepathic connections, memory sharing

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

Her adrenaline courses through him, fizzling in his veins, lightning sparking every nerve ending in Astarion’s body. She is inside him, her blood threading into the very makeup of him, weaving into his sinew and lacing his marrow with everything she is made of. Scales, teeth, and talons make their bittersweet marks on his pale skin. Mother-of-pearl, brine, and the stars encompass his vision. Safety, love, and devotion bury themselves in his unbeating heart.

Astarion’s teeth, sunk into Orlando’s neck, draw her warmth into his mouth, flooding his tongue with iron and ecstasy. Meanwhile, he is sheathed within her, cock kept warm by her cunt. Orlando inhales sharply before releasing a breathy, satisfied sigh. They are bound together, sticky sweat sealing skin to skin, fangs latching to flesh, her heat enveloping him. 

Orlando’s hips roll against Astarion’s one more time before she rests, allowing him to settle inside her while he has his fill of her blood. Too much movement and he’ll undoubtedly rip the Tiefling’s neck open, and that is the last thing he wants. Orlando’s nails drag softly through his snowy curls as she lays feathery kiss after feathery kiss to Astarion’s cheekbones. He listens to her slow, even breaths, the gentle pump of her heart, a pulse now beating inside him. Astarion can taste Orlando’s exhilaration, sparkling like champagne on his tongue. It’s the same elation, the same anticipation he tasted the very first time he drank from her, in what feels like ages ago now. It’s the same elation that flutters in his core every time he’s close to his beloved. There is a feeling of home in Orlando’s blood, of safety in the crook of her neck.

Sometimes, when he drinks from Orlando, Astarion’s mind wanders back to when they first met. His first taste of the blood of a thinking creature: drawn to Orlando’s scent like a moth to flame, Astarion had crept through the camp hoping the Tiefling might let him taste of her. Just once. She had seemed the easiest to drink from because she was the most amenable of the group. The friendliest. He had been correct in his assumption, finding himself lucky that she didn’t drive a stake through his heart. Orlando even went so far as to offer up her blood on a nightly basis.

Astarion’s thoughts then turn to the first time he and Orlando snuck off together and how much of a disaster that had been. Perhaps part of him felt like he owed her for giving up such a vital part of herself every night. That, and he had desperately been searching for safety with no real understanding of how to gain it. Regret slinks into his heart and he finds himself distracted by the memories of every time he felt like he had to trick Orlando into being close to him. Into keeping him safe.

Leave whatever distresses you in the past, dear heart, Orlando’s gentle voice whispers in Astarion’s mind. She senses his upset, though she would never read his mind without his permission. Astarion releases her neck for a moment, letting Orlando draw him back to the present with her lips, soft lips that taste of promise and home.

Astarion settles his thoughts, losing himself once again in the metal on his tongue and the warmth of being buried inside his beloved. His elegant fingers ghost down Orlando’s abdomen, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he trails down to her heat. Her moans, stifled and breathy, flood his mind with a covetous desire that starts to overpower his sanguine hunger. His thumb circles the sensitive bud of her clit, two fingers dipping into her slick entrance and pumping rhythmic and slow. Arousal, heavy and perfumed in Orlando’s blood, blooms on Astarion’s tongue. Gently, her hips grind back into him, the movement against his sensitive cock making him gasp into her. 

Carefully, Astarion releases Orlando’s neck, hunger satiated for the moment. But his ache for her, for her taste, is not yet satisfied. Gently, his tongue grazes the two little wounds he’s left behind on the Tiefling’s neck before slowly rocking his hips in tandem with hers. He luxuriates in the soft moans, the teeny keens that escape Orlando’s lips when he presses into her. The bed beneath them creaks ever so slightly but holds together well when Astarion picks up his pace. 

“I suppose your construction skills have improved,” he somewhat breathlessly manages, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk. Orlando merely gives a strained chuckle, though her rosy face brightens, and she flashes a smile that rivals the light of the sun. Sun be damned, Astarion thinks. He has all the brightness he needs right here, in his arms. 

Astarion’s legs begin to quiver as Orlando wraps hers tighter around his hips, pulling him into her as if trying to merge their bodies into one. He is close, so very close, his core tight and aching. When he looks down, Orlando has her eyes squeezed shut, face flushed and skin hot to the touch. She must sense him staring, for the Tiefling cracks an eye open and smiles softly.          

“Tell me what you need, love,” she whispers, reaching a hand up to caress Astarion’s cheek. 

“Just this,” he returns, leaning down to capture her lips. Orlando smashes her lips against his, swallowing his hungry groans as he releases. Her walls pulse around him, drawing from him everything he has, everything she needs. 

“Astarion,” she breathes as she comes undone beneath him, his name an incantation. And hers an invocation on his lips as he fills her. As they settle, weary and joyously foggy-brained, Astarion sears kiss after kiss to Orlando’s lips. 

“I love you, my darling star,” she whispers to him.

“And I, you,” he returns, folding into her embrace, holding one another tight and near. Close is not close enough, but for now, it will have to do. Outside, night envelopes their little cottage, cradling it safe in shadow and starlight. With the distant sounds of the city competing with the rush of the nearby ocean, Astarion could believe that their new home exists in a world all its own. It still feels so terribly strange to call this cottage their home. His home. His first real home in gods-know how long.

Astarion mulls over this evening of firsts. First days spent in this cottage. First time breaking in their new bed. The first bed they’ve ever owned together. And the first whispers of promise, of tomorrow, of the future. 

With Orlando’s velvet lips feathering gentle kisses along his neck, Astarion’s mind wanders back to that fateful night they snuck away together. It still lingers in his thoughts, an anxious, somewhat mortifying memory.  

Orlando’s rejection of him that night had stung. Astarion was rarely rejected. It had happened a couple times when he’d been on the hunt for his master. Nothing his ego couldn’t recover from. However, any rejection he received would send fear shooting through his veins. Rejection meant punishment. Crawling back to Cazador empty handed meant days spent in isolation. Or worse… Astarion would then have to scramble to find someone a little less discerning (and usually a fair bit more inebriated). Orlando’s rejection felt different, though. More personal, at first; until he learned why she had rejected him.

Orlando, in the present, senses Astarion’s thoughts turn to darkness again. She pauses her ministrations, pulling back to meet his distant gaze. 

“Dear love,” she whispers, smoothing her thumb along the angle of his cheekbone, hazel irises suffused with affection, “What brings distress to your heart?” 

Astarion gazes up at her, small strands of dark hair plastered to her forehead and eyes glimmering in the warm glow of the fire in the hearth. He smooths back her hair, hand lingering for a moment on her cheek. Orlando looks at him the same way she’s always looked at him: without an ounce of hostility. With no expectation or silent deception. Only with deep adoration, curiosity, and endless patience.

“Do you remember our first time together?” Astarion utters, cupping Orlando’s face. 

“Yes,” she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss into his palm, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment, “It’s kind of hard to forget.” 

Astarion chuckles, recalling the first time they actually slept together, after a night spent drinking cheap wine and reveling with the Tiefling refugees. That had been a heady, passionate, and altogether lovely night, but that’s not what he had been referring to. 

“No, our first-first time together. In the clearing before we reached the goblins. Not after the Tiefling party,” Astarion clarifies. Orlando smiles knowingly at him.

“That’s what I meant,” she returns, a sheepish blush dusting her cheeks, “What about it?” 

Astarion opens his mind to her, feeling her gentle presence glide into his thoughts. He shows Orlando as he remembers her: shivering in the middle of that clearing, body bathed in silver moonlight. An unknown threat. Someone he thought might betray him at her first opportunity. How wrong he had been.

***

Astarion had been skulking in the shadows, rehearsing how he would utterly beguile and woo this stranger. This Tiefling who had sprung from waves and brine. 

He had emerged from the darkness, smirking devilishly, a charming simulacrum of the man he thought Orlando would want. He could smell her adrenaline, the thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. He was starving. One taste of her blood was all he had needed to crave it like the drug it was. Not just her blood, but the blood of beings higher up on the food chain than rats and bears and things of that ilk. 

Her smile had been tender, a softness reaching her eyes that Astarion had been convinced was a ruse, not realizing how genuine it truly was. But there had also been something akin to fear in her gaze when he finally closed the distance between them. Something that hadn’t been there when he’d sunk his teeth into her neck, just days before. To comfort her, he had whispered honeyed promises, things he knew people liked to hear before they made love. Although, he wouldn’t have called what they had been about to do “making love.” It would have been sex for the sake of lust, for the sake of fulfilling a basic need. Fucking because they could have died any day then, and who could have known when that day might’ve come? 

Orlando had kissed him, hard and deep, her breath becoming his, and his, hers. In the starlight, she had looked at him with curious eyes, with wonderment. She was always searching, learning, and trying to read people. It had infuriated him at the time, knowing that she was trying to figure him out. As if he were some sort of puzzle or curious artifact. His irritation was broken mere seconds later. 

“Is your neck an okay place for me to touch?” he remembers her questioning after a silent moment. Astarion had been taken aback, not sure he’d ever been asked that before. Orlando’s recognition of the sensitivity that area might hold for a victim of the bite took him by surprise. Granted, she had also been one of the few of his bedmates coming in already knowing of his affliction. Still, Astarion had found himself lost for words for once.

“Y-yes,” he had managed to sputter after what felt like an eternity. Orlando had merely nodded at him, beaming softly, before laying tender kiss after tender kiss up his neck, taking special care when she reached the two little pinpoint scars on his right side. Astarion had found himself enjoying her tenderness. Something inside him threatened to shatter, but he had kept himself composed on the surface. Inside, he had been reeling.

That had been the first time that night Astarion started to question what he was doing. He had only planned to seduce the Tiefling as nothing more than a guarantee of his safety. She would fall for him, he wouldn’t fall for her, but he would solidify a place of trust in Orlando’s life. But a number of things would go awry that night and soon his plan would be cast to the wayside. 

Things had gone well for a little while after that. Orlando eased into the moment, the opportunity. She had even playfully offered her neck, knowing Astarion must have needed to feed. But as the night drew on, Astarion started to feel her slipping away from him, her spirit hanging somewhere in the ether around them, no longer inhabiting the limbs that had been entangled with his. 

Orlando’s heart had been hammering against his chest, hands trembling and breath catching in her throat. Her skin had been cold, goosebumps prickling along her arms, and Astarion could do nothing to warm her, having no body heat of his own. Her reaction had been familiar, familiar because it was the same way he felt with most of his bedmates. At the time, he had felt something in him recoil, this kindred sensation stirring up a quagmire of guilt in his heart. When Astarion pulled back from her neck, Orlando had tears in her eyes. Reflected in her shimmering gaze, he saw his own spirit, broken and weary, just as hers was.

“I’m sorry,” she had whispered, tears streaking down her cheeks. When he reached to wipe them away, he found himself hesitating, as if in fear of scalding himself with starlight.

“I’m not ready for this,” she had sobbed, burying her face in her hands. 

“I-“ he tried, but found his words gumming up his throat. All he could do was stare as Orlando wept, tremors of sorrow descending through her body, reverberating through Astarion’s.

Ashamed, the vampire spawn had cast his gaze to the ground, kneeling before the Tiefling at enough of a distance to hopefully make her feel secure, but not alone.

“Here,” he had offered a handkerchief to her, helping her come to a seated position. Orlando dabbed at her eyes with the kerchief, wiped her nose, and took a deep breath. Her face had been puffy from crying and her eyes bloodshot. 

“I’ve ruined your evening,” she had whimpered, dark brows furrowed. Astarion frowned, a surge of something protective fueling his annoyance at this apology.

“Don’t apologize,” he had spit, not wanting her to see the recognition, the familiarity he had with how she was feeling. He couldn’t have begun to guess as to why she had reacted in such a way. Later, he would find out about Orlando’s lack of experience. The pressure Orlando had to “remain pure” for some hideous, eldritch ritual that would bind her to the Fathomless that helped create her. How she was constantly pushed to the limit to achieve some twisted prophecy. How her body was going to be used as a conduit, a puppet for a being that didn’t care what she wanted or how she felt. How the guilt and shame of living a life for herself grew and grew over the years.

“I wasn’t allowed pleasure until I found success,” she had said to him several days later, when the awkwardness began to dissipate and they found a private moment to chat, “My body was never meant to be my own. It was always a tool for catapulting my family into the favor of a being that would dispose of us as soon as is no longer had use of us.”

As she had explained this to Astarion, her eyes seemed to gaze into a past that was swiftly catching up with her.

“I was a dowry, a sacrifice made to appease the Abyss,” she went on, “The Abyss was to be my only embrace. Well, I ruined that with Gortash.” She chuckles ruefully at this, “Felt a bit like stealing a piece of myself back. Enver was always really good at making me feel- like me. Like I belonged to me, and not anyone else. Still doesn’t make intimacy any easier, though.”  

She had squeezed Astarion’s hand gently, a tiny grin tugging at the corners of her lips, “If you’re still interested, maybe we can try again.” 

And when they finally did, it was glorious. Orlando’s brightness was unmatched, with the exception of Astarion’s in that moment. With her, he experienced a tenderness, a softness so deeply unfamiliar to him over these last two centuries. Every subsequent time they slept together, he expected the rug to be pulled from underneath him. For the other shoe to drop and for Orlando to suddenly flip on him, a secret violence unleashing itself on Astarion. But it never did, and this almost terrified him even more. Instead, Orlando was sweet, she was kind, she was patient. She understood him, and he, her. After that, the rest was history.  

***

In the present, Orlando closes her eyes, lips still pressed to Astarion’s open hand. Tears flood the lines in his palm, but still, Orlando smiles.

“You are more than deserving of gentility, of softness, my love,” she whispers to him, hazel irises suffusing with affection, “Always and forever.”

It’s taken a long time for Astarion to accept this, to really believe that he is deserving of what Orlando, Karlach, Wyll, and all their friends say he is deserving of. Slowly, but surely, he is realizing that he is allowed to want, to need, to be gentle with himself. Others are allowed to be gentle with him.

“I never meant to hurt you that night,” Astarion admits, drawing Orlando down to pepper kisses against the corners of her lips, “I was a selfish fool.” He chuckles sardonically, glancing away as he is once again filled with guilt.

“Don’t take all the credit,” Orlando scoffs with a slight raise of a dark brow, “I made my own choices that night. Had my own motivations.”

She pauses, gaze searching.

“Here,” she murmurs, intertwining their fingers, “Let me show you. It might be easier.”

Now, it’s Astarion’s turn to see this same night from her eyes. He lets Orlando guide his mind, slipping into her head, nestling in the folds of her brain. Slowly, a scene unfolds before Astarion’s eyes and it’s as if he has been transported back to the early days of their adventuring. The visions Orlando gives him are so much more visceral than any he is able to show her. They feel less like memories and more like Astarion is actually inhabiting Orlando’s body for a moment. He braces himself for the overwhelming flood.

***

Orlando’s vision starts a little before meeting Astarion in the clearing. The Tiefling navigates through tangles of bramble and thick curtains of willow branches. There is an electric thrill in her veins, one Astarion has tasted countless times before. There is also an innocent excitement fluttering in her heart. Their flirtations over these last several weeks have finally culminated into something, and not just a passing fancy. Witticisms slung back and forth, teasing comments, and playful snark have not just been for, well- naught. There is an attraction there, on both sides, and it is not just some illusion or wistful hope on Orlando’s part. Her delight at this realization fills this vision with a rosy glee.

And then that joy is lost. Snuffed out by a slinking anxiety that slithers through Orlando’s thoughts. Astarion is everything she thinks he is: handsome, suave, mysterious, witty, biting (in every sense of the word), and-

A stranger, a halting fear whispers. Orlando’s heart skips a beat, and she pauses in the shade of a towering tree. Her hand reaches out towards the trunk, bark rough under her fingertips as she steadies herself.

Astarion is a stranger. A beautiful, interesting stranger. A growing confusion trickles into the Tiefling’s heart. Orlando would be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t been attracted to the Elf from the moment she set eyes on him. But she would also be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she was unsettled by Astarion, by his unknown motivations. What were his intentions for her? Will he sleep with her and then cast her to the wayside afterwards? Does he want something from her? Is this a tactic? Astarion strikes her as someone who is quite calculating about the relationships he forms. If there is something he can get from someone, then he is likely to cozy up to them.

Much like someone else you know, a thought interjects. Orlando sighs, the reminder of Enver sparking a little pinpoint of pain behind her eye. Not that Enver ever did anything like that to her, but she’s watched him throughout the years build relationships with others purely to gain and never for anything beyond that. If that is what Astarion is doing to her, well-

Orlando pushes the thought away, turning her attention back to the vampire spawn waiting for her. She’s going to be late if she dilly-dallies any further; but she can’t shake the feeling that perhaps she is being used somehow. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe she should just turn around and go back to her tent and forget she ever entertained the idea of meeting a vampire spawn in an isolated clearing well past midnight. She really doesn’t know Astarion very well and this seems like a good way to end up dead.

But you could die any day now, anyway, Orlando reminds herself as she is about to turn around and head back, This thing in your brain could consume you entirely. And then you would die alone. Lonely and isolated. Pure, just like they want.  

Contempt rises in Orlando, hatred burning with an incandescent radiance in her chest. It seems to fill her lungs with smoke, and for a moment, she is lost in the anger. But Orlando recenters herself, snuffs out her fury towards her real father, towards the devil that called himself her father, and towards her stolen youth with a deep breath. The past is long gone now. Astarion is waiting for her. Some other future that she can make her own is waiting for her. There is an odd sort of freedom that comes with the insertion of the tadpole: a realization that Orlando is free of the ties that bound her to the iron-handed patriarchs of her childhood and to the Fathomless that has claimed her from the moment she was conceived. She can do what she wants for the remainder of the time she has left, until she becomes an Illithid. And why waste it worrying about tyrants that have no hold over her anymore? Why not spend it in the embrace of a handsome, curious Elf with hair like starlight and eyes the color of polished garnets?

A swell of confidence, a new resolve surges through Orlando. By the gods, she’s going to enjoy her night with Astarion. His intentions be damned. Her own fear be damned. Who knows how much longer they have left? Might as well make the most of it. With a boldness Orlando didn’t even realize she was capable of, she traipses through the brush and finds herself standing in the middle of a clearing lit by blue moonlight.

Orlando’s eyes are drawn to the opposite side of the clearing, at a figure cloaked in darkness. There is something slightly ominous about Astarion revealing himself to her, skulking in the shadows, emerging from the foliage. Orlando’s tremors of excitement, of hesitation, shiver through her body and make her limbs feel cold. He is an unknown threat to her, someone who could betray her at the drop of a hat. But she is also terribly curious about Astarion, watching with fascination as starlight casts strange shadows in his crimson gaze.

The vampire spawn advances, he whispers his saccharine promises to her, and Orlando knows they are false. Orlando knows in her heart-of-hearts that the Elf is merely saying everything he thinks she wants to hear. And still, she finds herself drawn to him, desperate for his touch, desperate to feel like she is alive. Like she is not a ticking time bomb for some dark, eldritch power. Like she is not on death’s door, transformation into an Illithid imminent. Orlando pours her will to live, powerful and bright, into every searing kiss, every gentle caress that night.

Even if Astarion is using her, she is going to enjoy this time and make sure he enjoys it, too. With her clothes scattered on the forest floor, Orlando lets Astarion lift her into his arms. She wraps her legs around his waist and curls her tail around his leg. His lips taste of iron and he smells of bergamot and brandy. There is a faint scent of undeath lingering underneath, but it is hardly noticeable. With her back pressed against the trunk of a tree and her fingers tangled in Astarion’s snowy curls, Orlando allows herself to get lost in the vampire spawn.

When she pulls back for air, her gaze darts down to the two little scars on his neck. They look ravaged, the edges feathered and rough. Cazador was not gentle with him, there was no ceremony to Astarion’s turning. Orlando feels her heart sink at the thought. She has avoided touching his neck up until this point and wonders if this is an off-limits zone for him.

“Is your neck an okay place for me to touch?” she inquires, meeting Astarion’s gaze. She registers the shock in his eyes, though his face remains as cool as ever.

“Y-yes,” he almost sputters and Orlando realizes she has hit a nerve. She wonders if anyone has ever asked him that. If consent has ever been something Astarion has been asked about. Soon, Orlando will learn why she senses a kindred spirit in Astarion (though their reasons are vastly different), but for now, she only has a growing sense that they are each just as unfamiliar with intimacy as the other.

Orlando lays gentle kisses against Astarion’s neck, taking special care over his scars. His tiny huffs of approval and satisfied groans indicate to Orlando that he is enjoying her motions. There is a brief moment where Orlando feels the veil lift, where it feels like she and Astarion are raw and exposed to one another, and not just two strangers having a tryst out of fear they’ll both be dead in a few days. Astarion’s elegant fingers drag softly down the ridges and scales along Orlando’s spine, and he lets out a sigh that sounds very close to one of relief. Orlando buries herself in Astarion’s scent, his embrace, and lets the world fall away for a while.

Both in the name of equality and because she knows the vampire must be hungry, Orlando eventually offers her neck to him when she is done attending to his. Playfully, she pushes Astarion onto the leaf-dappled earth, garnering a smirk from the Elf.

“Cheeky thing,” he purrs, which draws heat to Orlando’s cheeks. Not so secretly, she enjoys Astarion’s teasing. Deftly, he flips her over, laying her against the grass and brushing aside her dark hair to expose her neck. A shiver of excitement runs through her body as she anticipates his bite.

Sharp canines sink into Orlando’s neck, pinpricks of ice flooding the Tiefling with an odd, chilly warmth. She tenses, relaxes, looks up at the stars streaking across the night sky in coruscating kaleidoscopes of light and shadow. Heat and exhilaration build and build in Orlando, almost haloing in her vision. She is practically delirious with pleasure. Astarion’s hand is at her hip and suddenly- Suddenly-

Suddenly, Orlando feels terribly naïve. Like she is play-acting. Like she and Astarion are both doing what they think the other one wants without taking a moment to ask themselves what it is they themselves want. The stars above seem to dull in luster and the moon dims. What the hell is she doing? Ruining everything. Ruining everything like she always does. How could she be enjoying herself when there’s so much at stake? How could she be allowing herself this kind of pleasure when she has so much she should be doing? She’s lost her connection with her patron, lost her connection with her family. There’s a tadpole swimming around in her brain and she hasn’t the foggiest what to do about it. She wilts in Astarion’s embrace, excitement deflating as she realizes she has no idea what she’s doing.

What about Enver? a thought ricochets through her mind. She knows the answer to this already. Enver has never been bothered in the past. They have each led separate lives at various times. And always, they come back to one another. She knows she is grasping at something to be anxious about. Something she can control in a terrible situation that is completely out of her control. Enver is not really what concerns her.

“You are meant for greater things, Orlando,” someone’s voice echoes in her mind, and she can’t tell if it’s her father’s or Raphael’s. Get back to your studies. Get back to your work. Get back to becoming everything you are supposed to be. Don’t waste time on pointless things. Pleasure and love are things you can have when you achieve your greatness. They will come easy to you then. Work harder. Be stronger.

Stop it, Orlando’s thoughts whimper, Stop please! Just let me- Let me enjoy this, please.

But her pleas to her own mind go unheard, as they always have. She loses herself in reprimands of the past, reprimands of others that scream at her in her own voice. You are to remain pure. You are to remain unsullied. You are wasting time and energy and potential. Guilt, putrid and acidic, drips down her ribs and seems to coat her insides with a viscous vitriol that threatens to dissolve her from the inside out. Orlando wants to scream as her mind is eclipsed with anxiety. 

Embarrassment releases in hot tears that stream down Orlando’s face. She hadn’t meant to ruin Astarion’s evening. As a child, it had been drilled into her head that she must remain pure. She must remain pure for the Abyss, for the Abyss will be her only embrace. She has already ruined this purity with Enver, who has loved her since her youth. Already ruined it with the few other small but meaningful relationships she’s had over the years. How can she now sully it again with a stranger? How can she be wasting her time, her energy, on frivolity when she should be working to remedy her infection? When she should be working her way back to the Abyss?

These thoughts are intrusions, intrusions she wishes would silence themselves forever. She had been having a wonderful time. A lovely time, in fact; until, as usual, she overthought the moment to death. She is horribly, horribly mortified. But Astarion is surprisingly gentle with her, giving her space, offering her a handkerchief, letting her cry. She’ll explain everything to him in a few days, but for now, they sit silently in one another’s company and watch the stars blink in and out of existence until the sun starts to creep over the horizon.  

***

In the present, Orlando pulls Astarion and herself out of this painful vision. They are both breathless, room swimming into view and steadying once they get their bearings again. The sky outside is beginning to lighten with dawn. Soon, the curtains will need to be drawn, but for now, Orlando lays her head on Astarion’s chest and lets her eyelids flutter shut.

“Thank you for being gentle with my heart,” she whispers with the last of her tears. Astarion feels tears of his own spring to his eyes, burning and long-awaited.

“You make it surprisingly easy,” he laughs, though his voice is trembling. With their fingers still intertwined, Orlando gives his hand a tight squeeze. Astarion softly lays a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her honey and orange blossom soap.

“Thank you for being gentle with mine,” he murmurs. They lay in silence for a long while, listening to the world around them waking with the dawn. After a bit, Orlando draws the curtains shut before joining Astarion at the dining table for tea. As the kettle comes to a boil, Astarion watches fondly as Orlando moves about the kitchen. If you had asked Astarion a year and a half ago where he thought he would be, a little cottage on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate with the love of his life would not have even been a thought in his head. But here they are, guiding one another on a long journey of self-discovery. Of self-acceptance. Hand-in-hand, Orlando and Astarion are slowly teaching each other to live. Life is just beginning for them, and he is grateful for this.

A/N: Oh boy, this chapter sort of got away from me. I didn't set out with the intention of writing a ton of backstory for Orlando, but that's what this ended up being. It was also a little cathartic for me. As someone who constantly feels the need to be perfect, to always be achieving something, who pushes enjoyment to the backburner often, I apparently really needed to write this. But enough about me! Thank you for reading!

I want to explore this flashback significantly more when I actually manage to sit down and write the prequel to this fic, Dark Star. I didn’t really intend to write Mirror before I wrote Dark Star, but it’s oddly helping me develop what I actually want to write in Dark Star. Which I know is kind of wonky and will mean there’s a lot of things that won’t make sense in this right now, but that’s apparently how my brain wants to do things right now. Once I finish this, I think I’ll have a better idea of how to approach Dark Star. Thanks for bearing with me :)

Sorry for the delay in responding to comments on this fic (and in others)! I promise I will get to them soon. Life has been a bit hectic and it's only been recently that I've been able to sit down and write. I hope you are all doing well! Lots of love <3

[crows-junk-pile]

HIIIII I'VE SCROLLED A BIT THROUGH UR OC TAG AND SAW U SAY U HAVE A BUNCH OF TMA ONES could I hear more about them? or do u have specific posts about them already?

OKOKOKOK SO I HAVE TAGS FOR MY OCS NAMES BUT I HAVEN'T REALY POSTED A BUNCH ABOUT THEIR STORIES/LORE AND A BUNCH OF THEM ARE KINDA SEPRET FROM TMA NOW BUT HERES THEIR NAMES BASIC DEAL AND ENETIE STUFF! I have a lot of characters thats why theres a cut lol. The tags for their names are just oc-[their name] ie oc-nike or oc-atticus. same goes for all my ocs.

Atticus Webb

16-17

He/Him The Buried

Angsty, anxious gothic boy. Hes so Poe bsd core lol. Best friends w/ Kip and Raz, hes the most responsible. He's are usually covered in dirt and mud. Works in a graveyard and build coffins & stuff.

Chrissy I fogot her last name lol.

28

She/Her

The Spiral

Old techintion at the arcade Kip works at. Her story is just Cabnt Man by Lemon Demon. "Haunts"(Terrorizes) Kip & Co. Weird spiral ghost who just fucks around.

Julia "Jules" North

14-16

She/Her

The Lonely

Adopted child of the Norths(they suck btw), an infuncal tech family, was sent to boring school and has been there from 2 years. Said bording school is trying to fuck up the kids their and make them avatars and shit. She gets completely isolated at school and eventually runs away and joins the agency that Nike works at. She hates being alone and usually just sits and listens to music where ever there are people around as she's also not the best at talking to people as she had nobody to talk to for 2 years.

Kip Ellenor

18-19

They/Them

The Eye

Their pretty chill and like coding, video games and general tech stuff, big computer nerd. Best friends w/ Atticus and Raz. Works at an arcade as a technician and starts getting terrorized/haunted by Chrissy. They've got a cool camera

Nike Oxley(She has a lot of stuff that i will not get into here bc she is from a campaign i was in for 8 months)

19-21

She/Her

The Vast

Works as a part time detective at a supernatural agency. Had a near death experience when she was 12 has been fearing and “on the run from death”(to quote her) sense then. She is mildly suicidal but also wants to keep hanging out with her friends idk how to make that make sense. Her friends are probably the reason why Nike is still alive. She is really good at putting on a happy face and getting people to think she's fine and does this a lot.

Roslyn "Raz" Graves

Looks and acts like a 16-15 year old

She/It

The Stranger

***Her current lore is that she's a just a living doll and her old lore is that she was a normal human but durning the story she is kidnapped, skinned, killed, had her skin and soul put on/in a life sized living doll by the circus of the other, escapes and is fucked up. Her old lore is very dark I have now realised. Jesus Christ

She's the funnyjokes person of her friend group and has a bit of "humans are so weird" disease. Best friends w/ Atticus(younger childhood friends) and Kip.

Saffron Jenkins

18-19

She/Her

The Corruption

She has moths hiding in her body ready to bust out and take over her. She does not know about the moths as everybody just thinks it's a health problem that causes her weird pain. She tries not to worry about it and works at a flower shop. I'd imagine she also likes surfing

Tamar I forgot his last name also lol

18-19

He/Him

The Lonely

His mom had a histroy w/ Peter Lukas thats spread down to him. Kip's coworker. Him and Saffron are apartment-mates.

Thats all folks! Most of their updated stories aren't connected to TMA lore and theres a lot more to most of them than what I put here but thats the briefest way I can describe all of them lol feel free to message me if you want me to go on another rant. I also have a bunch on non-tma ocs that are in the same universe that these guys are in now.

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

I got Tagged

I got tagged by @evolutionarypsyche. I don't get tagged in stuff too often, and usually when I do, I never know how to respond. This one seems easy enough though!

Last song you listened to: Waiting On The Sky To Change by Starset, feat. Breaking Benjamin

Favorite color: Green, especially the greens of late spring/early summer. It makes me happy. Orange is a close second, also a very happy color. Blue is third, it's relaxing.

Currently watching: Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, The Acolyte, and a million daydreams.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet or savory. I generally don't do spicy because I hate the taste of peppers. Not the heat, but the actual taste.

Relationship status: I haven't been in a relationship in ten years. I've had crushes in that timespan, but just about everybody I've ever crushed on is already in a relationship, and I'm not a homewrecker. I stay far away when I find out somebody I like is already spoken for, and eventually the crush fades.

Current obsession: I've got three, all based on fan characters for the two franchises that are currently occupying my three braincells: Animorphs and Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel. Long story short, I want to write long fanfics centered around OCs that serve as a way to play with the settings I love, but I have the attention span of a goldfish and the commitment of a moth. Always drawn to the next shiny idea before I can get the current ones down. Ima list the ideas here: -Future Andalites play keep-away with the Time Matrix because one of the future Andalites has ended up in a Jake Situation where their dear older brother turned out to be a puppet for an alien, only this time instead of Tom, the bigger brother is Aximili, and instead of Yeerks, the main threat is a malprogrammed Chee doing their best impression of the robots from The Matrix. That's my explanation for TOWIM. Caretaker robot gone bad, wants to end all suffering forever past present and future.

-Animorphs AU where, because of Ellimist shenanigans, a group of OCs get dragged into the events of book 20 and become Animorphs with David, and subsequent strangeness that ripples through the rest of the franchise. Currently I'm stuck on a big Megamorphs-sized idea involving these OCs getting whisked away to an Andalite listening post in the Alpha Centauri system and helping figure out the Yeerks-On-The-Homeworld plot that never got resolved.

-Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel stuff mostly focused on a young Goetia OC named Phenex, a Human OC named Cal, and the shenanigans they get into. Notable conflicts include: Phenex is 18 or 19 and has just been put in charge of 20 demonic legions, but would rather spend time helping Cal pick classes for his next semester of college. Cal finding out what Heaven and Hell are really like, and not knowing where he'd like to go when he inevitably dies. And family drama on both sides.

Last thing you googled: Pictures of doves to use as a reference for a picture of Cal holding his pet dove.

I don't know who I would want to tag. I'm sorry. I've been on Tumblr off and on for over 10 years and still don't know who I'm allowed to tag for things. :C

[drowninnoodles]

:3 QUICKKKKK QUESTION!

I havent really seen much of your ocs yet as- well I havent seen much of anythin in tumblr!

But I wanted to ask if you could maybe.. tell me about some of them?? And like theyre worlds :0!! I always wana ask but I never do cuz.. well- shy boi right here!-

Also alsoooo whats your favorite fandom? Not in terms of the focuse point but, the cumunity it in hehehe, Ik ik very random question!

Hhhh damn. Okay so all my ocs are from one world, something like a hidden city that theoretically you can't find it

Uhh there are a lot of them, for example Willow who is a steampunk raven woman, brave and cheeky. Charin and Nancy, a married couple where the husband is cursed and the wife killed herself for him. Coco, a trans moth and singer with an abusive mother. Famesin, a Wendigo-based cannibal who escaped from normal life into the forest. His fiancée who is looking for him. There is also Perry, a teenager who happened to come to this place by chance

Yeah if you want to find all the art just check the #my ocs and #my oc tags

Dude you can ask me, I don't bite. XD

Oh god my favorite fandom is probably deltarune because the amount of theory and searching for things is amazing, almost like I'm participating in the arg. Its so cool. People gather in groups just to solve the mystery of a video game. Crazyyyy!

Thankkkks foooor askkkkksxbjajsjs

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: A way to a mans heart

Angel Reyes & Tianna/Oc (oneshot)

Words: 947

Whumpril 2023 masterlist | Day 21: “it’s just a scratch.”

Warnings: none really, it's pretty light and on the fluffy end, mention of a bandaged wound.

An: pairing from an unreleased and unfinished oneshot. Don’t know when I’ll get to it, but wanted some light whump today and I miss this idiot. That look above gets me every time.

Quick backstory for them: friends not yet lovers, her family owns a fusion Caribbean food restaurant, she’s 34.

Preview below * read in full on A03

It’s been about 3 weeks since Tianna’s seen Angel, which is a long time without a visit from the Mayan. He was not just their number one customer, Angel often swung by to see Tianna, and sometimes have his dinner there before closing. The ride was a little out of the way for Santo Padre, still, he made it frequently.

Tianna didn’t know a lot about MC, never knew anyone in one until she met Angel, then his brother EZ. Besides, it was a group she never sought out, despite her thing for guys on bikes, there was just something about it - drew her in like a moth to a flame. But to get involved with one in a club, that would come with a whole lot of drama and stress she did not want to invite into her life.

This was one of the reasons she didn’t pursue anything with the tall, tattooed drink of water named Angel Reyes. On paper, he was exactly what she likes, but in reality, it would be more than she wanted to sign up for. Plus, his red flags were pretty clear, but not enough to make her stop flirting and playing around with the idea of maybe.

What made it a little easier to resist him at first was her family, they didn’t even want a patch wearer lingering around here too long, and made it clear, once they saw Angel flirting with her, that she needed to avoid types like that.

Then, the charming bastard he is, Angel won over the family, mom, brother, and the hardest of all, her father (who was ready to toss him out every time he came in). Still, her father didn’t make it obvious Angel won him over, he still gave him a hard time and plenty of shit each visit.

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hello! i’m skye. i like art and video games and being a little silly on the internet. sometimes i post writing here too. for more links and tags please check my description :)

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art blog: @astrophysician

where i post my art, almost always reblogged here too. i also post updates about my comic projects, which you can read more about below. tags: #astrophysician, #my art

Tails and the Jade Bridge | WIP Intro | progress updates

sonic fan comic. how does Tails handle his first solo adventure? what if Eggman tried to conquer a world without Sonic? what if Sonic’s world collided with one inspired by Planet Freedom from the 1996 Sonic OVA? what if there was a genderqueer wolfboy. tags: #nimbus jade, #tails and the jade bridge, #tatjb comic, #tatjb

no solicitors: @no-solicitors-comic

this is my (indefinitely paused) webcomic about dealing with anxiety. check it out if you like demons and little guys! the art is super old so i'm considering it an archive, though i have plans to return to it some day. tags: #no solicitors, #webcomic time :)

writblr stuff | writblr intro

until it seems necessary, all my writblr stuff is going to be posted right here on my main. all my original writing and poetry is tagged #skyewriting. (i've linked it but it only works if you search my blog with the hashtag.) snippets about my WIPs under the cut!

Mothwing ~19k

fantasy graphic novel. upon fleeing her mother’s home, a girl has a brush with Death, who gifts her a cursed cloak made of moth wings. in order to break the curse, she must travel to the Land of the Fae to seek the mysterious Silver Door, which is fabled to heal any and all curses and wounds. tags: #mothwing, #mw inspo

Story of Magus | WIP Intro

middle-grade fantasy. when a clever magic student and a trespassing Witch accidentally discover the secret of how the city of Valerius stays airborne, they must work together to rescue the student’s sister from Valerius’ shadowy government without bringing the city to the ground. tags: #story of magus, #som

Story of Ether

hell if i know what this is even about anymore lol. this was my first ever real attempt at writing a novel and it’s got so many forms that i don’t really know what to make of it now. but at it’s core, a girl from earth meets a world-hopping roguish boy, and together they have to save the multiverse from corruption or collapsing in on itself.

Phi-Verse

not a story, just a little group of weird OCs! if you like object heads and depression you might like Phi: read his character intro here. tags: #phi-verse, #oc: phi, #phi tag

[purplecrownanon]

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~ I am very much an adult! Every day I wake with my body reminding me that I near the dread 30

~ I am asexual and also engaged!

~ I go by she/they pronouns!

~ I have varied interests (and am currently in two group rps) so my activity here will be sporadic, but is focused on Hazbin Hotel!

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[mantisgodsdomain]

6, 12, 32! i don't know many of your ocs but the wraith was the first one you mentioned in the tags so them?

(for this ask game)

Don't worry, we... only really have a handful on active rotation, and with a lot of them we don't talk about them much. You might be familiar with Marigold, but for any other character we can't really rely on people knowing Who They Are.

Base lore: The Wraith is... either a criminal or a group of criminals, that runs a group which has claws in the majority of the ant kingdom. They- or perhaps, simply a figurehead sent to convey the will of whatever bugs run their affairs - are only rarely spotted in person, preferring to lean on the manpower they have access to via their organization. They are noted by the wider criminal community for two major reasons - one, the seemingly-omniscient iron claw they hold over criminal affairs in the Ant Kingdom, and two, the fact that the same bug appears to have been running the organization since the time of Elizant I.

Their species, gender, and just about any other personal detail about them is unknown, as they have never shown their face (or any part of their body) in public, but they have been noted to crack down HARD on poachers that traffic awakened bugs - and, in particular, anyone who traffics moths. They are rarely, if ever, an active presence - simply a passive one, looming over the shoulder of damn near every bug in their area and acting as a broker and go-between to those seeking out illegal services (occasionally without being asked). Their organization also sells a select handful of exotic drugs, most notably a hallucinogenic mushroom that reportedly was cultivated from a strain found in Snakemouth Den.

...and now that that's done, on to the questions.

6. If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

For various reasons, they likely wouldn't go to a hospital for bad injuries sustained on the job anyways. Though they have medics on staff, those are more for employees than them themself. Most likely, they'd look for medical aid from family, or stitch themself up.

12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

They have a very distinct style, that's for sure! The Wraith has been wearing the exact same mask and heavy, concealing cloak for the past century and some-odd, and they aren't about to stop now. They wouldn't really say they had a sense of style if you asked them. This outfit muddles scent, sight, and hearing enough to avoid being picked out in a crowd. The embroidery and patterns stitched into the hem... have different meaning. More personal meaning, anyways. It's less about the style, and more about the symbolism.

32. If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?

Good question! We might have to think on this a bit, but it's probably [REDACTED]

[jewishbarbies]

DYING STAR chapter update

chapter fourteen: i want to die

The harsh wind whipped at the black, dry dirt, carrying it up into the breeze in brief gusts. The ground crunched beneath Cassandra's feet as she knelt behind the rocks at the edge of the cliff a few feet ahead, mirroring Thor and Loki's position to her left. Jane was hunched between them, leaning toward Thor. Her eyes remained black even now—and it was uncomfortable to look at. Cassandra avoided Jane's gaze entirely as she looked to find Thor's. "What if this doesn't work?" she asked. "Do you have a backup plan?"

"It's going to work," Thor insisted.

Cassandra exhaled a sharp breath of mild frustration. "No offense, but this whole thing is riding on me, so I'm going to need a little more than that to believe it."

"Do your part and I'll do mine," he said, his own worries manifesting in the frustration of his response. He looked to Loki before asking, "Are you ready?"

Loki simply nodded in response, biting his tongue. A group of Dark Elves marched across the expanse of dirt toward the cliff from their ship, Malekith at the forefront. There was no doubt that they were following the Aether within Jane. The energy called out to them like a flame does a moth and they were determined to have it. "I could just kill them all right now," Cassandra mumbled beneath the wind. Anxiety crept up her back like an unwelcome bug, digging her fingers into the black dirt to disrupt the feeling. To counteract it. Though, it didn't work as well as she'd hoped.

"Yee of little faith," Loki turned only his head to look at her, his lips set into their usual smirk of confidence, and she felt the air drain from her body.

ffn • ao3

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fuck yeall

Tf2 sky cotl au GO

General au world building trivia;

-i am removing Home Space (aka the 'main hub' and starting place of the game)

-since i removed it, players now randomly start in one of the seven realms in the game, big F for those who land in those certain realms

-sky kids can be creature like. As a treat. They can also now modify clothing. Because why the hell not. (funky thing but Medic was going to have bird legs, but i remembered having a hard time drawing an oc with those so i just didn't give him said legs)

-Traveling Spirits are now literal, mostly just exploring the place, certain spirits are harder to find tho

-The Kingdom of Sky is now much. Much. Bigger. Traveling all over the place takes longer than you think, unlike the rather short time in-game, traveling a whole realm can take a whole day for a sky kid

-it is 10× harder to get to your friends now because Home Space doesn't exist. Unless you have warp with each other. If you dont. hope you get lucky and you find them in the same place you were going to.

-the Office is a rumor sky kids say where the oddest items come from, like odd cake and balloons.

-sky kids definitely 'live' in certain places, like behind temples or inside caves, typically very homey for technically immortal flying children.

-sky kids only have to go through Eden ONCE. Just to go see Mega Bird. its an inate thing. But it only needs to happen once. The time it takes for a sky kid to get there can vary from sky kid to sky though

The Tf2 part;

-Scout (who used to go by Jeremy, because that was the nickname given by Spy(whose nickname was given by Scout)) was a moth who fell into Eden, and was found by Spy, they had had a nice short adventure around the realms (as one could call it 'short') before going back to Eden to finish the journey (like any sky kids). Unfortunately they accidentally get separated in Stormlock, and while Spy got through, Scout got stuck. also he got hit by a few rocks in certain spots so Head Concussion Caused Amnesia

-Now, Mundee (Sniper nickname will be aquired later on) is also a recent moth (hes supposed to fall into Valley but accidentally went into the windpaths, so technically he's a Forest moth) who is now also going through Eden. And found Scout stuck there, like any sky kid, he helped Scout go through Eden and they finished it together. They became friends after that

-Heavy and his sisters where moths who fell into Wasteland, was guided by two older Sky kids until a shard fell down and one of them was attacked by crabs while trying to escape, after unfortunately loosing them, they found a safe place and settled there

-while finding stuff to make their home homier, Heavy found an abandoned krill nest and found a young krill, nurtured it by feeding it candles and now Heavy has a big friendly krill lovingly named Sasha, Heavy and his sisters are guides in wasteland and help other Sky kids go through certain parts that are considered hard to get through, Sasha helps sometimes by attacking other krills

-Medic is a fell into Vault, found something. Did something. Was kicked out of Vault. Don't ask.

-he's currently traveling through Wasteland now since he just got kicked out of Vault, in a group being guided by Heavy (who was planning to finally go on journey through the realms b4 going to Eden), Big krill spotted them, Sasha comes, Big krill fight, Sasha wins but is heavily wounded, Heavy is very worried for Sasha, other sky kids don't know how to treat krills, since most spells and potions they know are light based.

-except Medic. Medic did stuff and helped Sasha and now Heavy cares very lot for Medic for helping Sasha

-Heavy decided he and Sasha will tag along with Medic. Medic is definitely cool with it, totally not def not curious about the very first darkness creature he met- and even touched! And the sky kid who managed to tame it...