#alex is going medieval

[charleneferlay]

I am now the happy owner of a medieval fanfiction that involves Alexander flying in the sky with griffins and diving in a glass submarine!

The small book is the full text in old French and French. The bigger one doesn't have the full story, but comments various pictures from a manuscript from the XIII century.

The text itself is from the XIIth century and part of a tradition that includes retellings of the Iliad, the Odyssey, the Eneid and the Thebaid. Those stories existed allongside the Matière de Bretagne (King Arthur and his Knights) as well as the Matière de France (Charlemagne and his Knights), and didn't care much for historicity.

I encountered the Alexander stories when I was working on my arthurian novel, with one of the main character (Gawain) being a huge fan of the Alexander Romance - though he probably did not read the medieval text, since Gawain knows of Hephaistion as Alexander's Special One, and I doubt "Festion", the friend who shows up once in a while, will have any role at all.

My first glimps was not this text at all, but two medieval Welsh poems from the Book of Taliesin : "The Marvels of Alexander" and "He ranged the whole world". That one dates at leas from the XIIth century. It's interesting that in the Marvels, we get exactly what is on the cover of the two books I own :

He of strong swordplay Went under the sea; Under the sea he went In pursuit of learning. Whoever seeks learnings Must be of bold mind. He rode on the wind Between two griffins To behold what they saw. He saw a vision: The world a whole.

This is just an extract, but still: more griffins and diving under the sea!

I'll end this post with two pics: the first one is King Phelippes (or Phelippe, or Phelis, or Phelipons, what are names I wonder) buying Bucifal the Man Eating Horse (because he needed a man eating horse to eat the criminals in his kingdom apparently) and young Alixandre taming the beast (Bucifal has two horns, not one but two, because unicorns aren't good enough for Alixandre, he deserves two horns). The second one is Phelippe giving his son to Aristote. You're free to guess at the identity of the three "friends" behind Alixandre, who looks super mean on ALL the pictures.

[neon-danger]

my baldurs gate hyperfixation is getting bad enough that I’m thinking about bard!alex and rogue!jack on an illithid adventure

[rpfisfine]

https://youtu.be/IWmhnSDLPgQ?si=yVxrN_W9vAeGZH6e

I know you’ve posted Alex’s feet before and this episode has the bottom of his dirty ass feet right in front of the camera. I can’t believe I’m fueling you.

youre actually kidding ..................lord save me

[wisteriagoesvroom]

LOL I can imagine for vampire au Lando starting to third wheel Carcar and so even though turning Franco is a complete accident he can’t feel too guilty bc he uses it as an excuse to hang around someone else, and somehow he learns more about vampirism lore through a human grad student than he’s learned in his whole life (he’s lived a long time, lots of info to absorb). Then also, if you don’t mind my ask, what do they all do for jobs/how do they get money and would Franco keep studying ?

HELP this is so cute. ok. norpinto-frando vampire au for those who aren't up to speed...

Lando starting to third wheel Carcar and so even though turning Franco is a complete accident, [Lando] can’t feel too guilty bc he uses it as an excuse to hang around someone else -> screaming cus, absolutely. random associated headcanons for this... i'll rewind a bit:

carlos is the oldest vampire, like, moorish/medieval era. he met lando while they were both at a masquerade ball in the early 1600s and smelled each other right away (carlos like wood and ink, lando like gas lamps and wet stone).

lando is an tudor era vampire. like he actually knew shakespeare and said he was one of the best viral marketers of the era

oscar was turned in the early days of the australian penal colony, he's like first or second generation white australian but he refuses to be called british. he moved in to the house because the rent was cheap and he doesn't feel the need to live extravagantly -- even though he, too, is $$ loaded $$

oscar didn't move in until about two decades ago - very short by vampire standards, to them it feels like yesterday - but carlos and oscar are basically They Were Roommates atp even though they squabble con-stant-ly

their neighbours think they are a new age-y polyam group but because the people who live opposite them are students, nobody ever hangs around longer than a year to remember them or dig deeper

so franco definitely brings a fun funky fresh dynamic

he learns more about vampirism lore through a human grad student than he’s learned in his whole life (he’s lived a long time, lots of info to absorb) -> things that baby vamp!franco teaches lando include

tiktok trends, like how to make ur teeth comically large in photos. lando finds this hilarious

how to use venmo

creating a roster on google docs for who needs to do what house chores

jailbreaking an apple watch so it doesn't read their pulses (they don't have any), but it will remind them of the moon phases and when they might be extra hungry to feed

at one point franco actually puts his academic skills to use and helps lando hunt down some of his family tree, because since lando was turned and it's been so long, he doesn't remember much about them : ( so one of franco's little gifts to lando is helping him trace his heritage

what do they all do for jobs/how do they get money and would Franco keep studying ? -> i love how practical-minded you are. um well let's say this fictional supernatural creatures' market mostly runs on barter trades and goodwill agreements. the entire house sometimes just gets lazy tbh so lando or carlos will just dig into one of the old chests of random shit and pull out an antique and go: "do we think this is worth anything?" then they take it to an antiques dealer who is also a mage (alex albon) and there is a 1 in 25 chance that the antique is actually is worth something, so that bankrolls them for another half a year or whatever.

carlos makes a lot of noise about being "an art dealer" just because he sold a goya painting to a museum once.

oscar is a man of industry, of the "newer" world (australia) etc etc so he spent the 80s and 90s learning C++ and Java and Python so he legit just codes for a living. or when he feels like it. oscar has helped launch at least a dozen startups under various pseudonyms and one of them is even a blue chip company by now. he doesn't do it for money tho. he just does it cus he likes a challenge, and otherwise fights with carlos too much. when he isn't coding he likes to tinker and fix things just for fun. like, he legit knows how to fix a boiler and stuff. his familiar is definitely a grumpy orange neighbourhood cat.

franco keeps studying!! he is such a nerd that he's like "i can totally learn everything about anything now, and i could in theory do like 20 masters degrees, and nobody can stop me"!! then lando is like, "well you might get bored of it after a while or burn out". but franco insists he will not. in fact with his enhanced neurological abilities he goes on an academic bender trying to fast forward through an entire harvard's undergrad degree's worth of material in a week, and he ends up faceplanting on his desk. and then poor lando has to go and find a fresh chicken or something to kill and revive franco 'cus franco wore himself out too fast being a bb vampire with accelerated mind powers.

franco promises never to do that again (but of course he will continue to do it once in a while, and everyone still looks after him in his lil study hangovers because he is so very nice. also he taught them how to use venmo.)

and. one time. franco is like. "i can't find this rare sonnet do you know what library i could maybe locate it in" and lando is like "wait i know that one" and pulls out an honest to god original copy that he at some point got laminated in the early 80s. and franco is like. "um i think this should be in a museum??" and lando is like "yeah but i gave them a copy of this, cus i spilled ink on the corner of this in 1603 after a really good night out" and franco is like "???? ok ????"

then lando swans off to moodily stare at the moon or some shit.

[tentacleplains]

here’s a proper intro post for fiore, my dol oc ^_^

fiore the anatomist is a surgeon working at the hospital on nightingale street, focusing more on physical trauma as opposed to harper's focus on emotional and psychological trauma. the player can meet them in a number of ways; passing out in the forest or moor after a soft vore event, leaving parasites on the body (or inside the body, if wearing a chastity device) for over a week, or if you've unlocked nets at alex's farm and catch something other than a lurker!

once met, they become a potential employer for the pc, but watch out. more about them under the cut, cw for gore and medical malpractice!

while working under fiore, the player can bring in anything they can catch during struggle encounters; slimes, bees, lurkers, etc. with each repeat catch, more progress is made towards the "[creature] - Understanding" trait: at completion, fully understanding the creature lowers the control hit you take from getting caught in a struggle encounter with them, and heightens the dodge chance. once fully researched, bringing in the same creature will provide only a small monetary reward.

in addition to bringing in creatures, players with high sadism also have the opportunity to bring in downed NPCs once a week, boosting combat fame but sharply lowering kindness fame. fiore will invite the player to sit in on their research (nonconsensual vivisection) for a boost to science and sadism, though not without a high trauma cost. maxing out the research gives the pc the "Combatant" trait, boosting damage output and making pain easier to cope with.

fiore may also send the player on increasingly dangerous tasks, such as catching specific creatures, allowing themself to be swallowed in a specific location, or even putting themself on the operating table to be vivisected. with each completed task, the player receives a monetary reward equivalent to the severity of the job. however, with each task, and also with every specimen brought to them, fiore's satisfaction raises. if fiore's satisfaction hits 100%, that brings us tooo...

the medical school! a new soft bad end akin to the asylum. here's what i've written for it:

to avoid getting sent to the medical school, the player can lower fiore's satisfaction by refusing tasks, going too long without bringing them anything, or by otherwise being a pest and hindering their research. having any transformation will make their satisfaction stat go up quicker and be harder to lower because they begin to take a scientific curiosity in your altered biology.

in terms of inter-npc interactions: they're harper's coworker and senior, and harper finds them offputting. they're winter's former student, and winter thinks they're intelligent, despite not applying themself in his class too much. this also means they'd be acquainted with leighton, though fiore never did anything to land themself in detention and thus never really got on leighton's radar. on occasion fiore will attend winter's medieval torture demonstrations. quinn pays fiore well to clean up messes and they don't ask any questions in return, and with whitney, they think whitney is a volatile person but continue to sell parasites to her anyway. yes, fiore is where whitney gets the parasites that she accosts you in the hallways with until canon disproves this :)

and for fun, here’s their satisfaction sprite:

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

My conspiracy theories are:

- Jeff in web: Still in trouble at school, one of the first people any nonspectrals & unaware would look at for the start of a school centric conspiracy (I look lovingly at the Jang)

- Lisa with pin: Witch!Lisa? Please. But also pin is maybe related to Spender or Dimitri. I’m assuming more Dimitri than Spender. If Witches aren’t affected by the Great Wights memory manipulation Lisa might clock Dimitri freaking out and approach him lol.

- Alex in chair: My girl is back from alien abduction and she’s got psychic powers as shown by the fun waves exiting her brain. Also pins look like silly alien antennas but also maybe indicate interactions with Isabel & Ed because of the colors. Seperation of the pins might also indicate different ‘teams’ forming. Alex helping the AC while Lisa and Dimitri work together.

- Blood punctures: Vampire activities! More likely Cody related but could be anyone. The fact that the puncture is leaking worries me greatly because someone might be getting bit/turned.

- Orb is moon: Full moon specifically. Shrike or Jean activity perhaps. Combination of full moon + vampire bite could imply Davy/Shrike moment(s)? But also maybe not.

- Mask: Penny? Please. I know it’s just kind of a mask in general but my mind immediately went to Pennys spirit companion.

- Weird background face: It’s green with a golden tooth so definitely that new tooled up spirit Paige got for Ritz from Fauxbia at the party. Could tie in the mask + vampire bite? Ritz-Penny at the academy scene(s)?

- Heart in forge: Forge :) broken heart because he’s just a sad guy in general and we all (vaguely) know why. Manifesting him and Johnny interacting. Please wake up king.

- Ball & Chain: Sphinx time!! Considering the last we heard of Isaac’s terrible no good plan and the fact that he and Max don’t have pins anywhere I would not be surprised if that confrontation happens this chapter.

- Treasures: Pretty much the only one I don’t have any specific thoughts about. It’s treasure. Could be reference to bounty hunters (Cousinhood?) or literally anything else. Wouldn’t be shocked if it related to Davy (pirates treasure hoard), the Angel faction (they’ve kind of got a medieval aesthetic going I guess and also there’s a red door with golden knob), or like. Shrike. Because cool sword and also it’s inside the full moon. Could also be related to the Witch finding what she wants by the end of the week prophecy from Truth? Which could be Fauxbia. But I’m still guessing it’s relating to Lisa at the school store collecting enough of whatever she needs from Starchman.

[mcrcki]

back at it again with a massive combination plotting / starter call !!! very excited to throw characters into this fantasy medieval nightmare time we created. i just love this vibe so much and i can't wait to see how everyone interprets things and makes their own spin on things -- anyways before i keep rambling , quick housekeeping for my call + threads ; please like for plotting, and reply for starters. each character will be capped at FOUR THREADS, and THREE PER WRITER. i may adjust this depending on out of fandom requests and plotted starters. if you do not plot with me and just request, i'll dm you just for quick ideas. you gotta specify who you want starters from or i'm deadass ignoring you xoxo. ** please know that i am taking this opportunity to clear out a ton of threads throughout the week. so i'll be dropping things as time goes on and then when the event starts, i'll be dropping anything left over and starting fresh for post event! (lowkey going on my honeymoon right when this ends so i wont be around for post event stuff until after anyways, hence the big cleanout) but because i ramble, we're gonna stfu now and finally get to character plots !!

alani desilijic tiure | star wars - 1 / 4

she/they pronouns - alani believes dc has always been in this time period since she arrived here, and they work for their father still as a mercenary and helping to slowly infiltrate into higher society. higher risk, higher reward! ➳ potential plots ; clients, nobles she tricks, people she can employ

starters ; jester lavorre ( cassie )

charlie morningstar | hazbin hotel - 3 / 4

she/her pronouns - charlie also believes dc has always been like this since she got into the city from hell, and has fallen in line as whatever role the city deemed her to fill, which was a visiting princess from a neighboring kingdom. she's brought her court with her, as she's traveled here with her father. ➳ potential plots ; members of her court, friends within the castle, people she can help, someone to take her out into the world

starters : angel dust ( sunny ) , sir pentious ( britt ) , vaggie ( risa )

daniela dimitrescu | resident evil : village - 2 / 4

they/she pronouns - a harlot, deadass. she knows dc hasn't always been like this, and they think it's weird as hell, but they aren't going to question it too much. they're kinda having fun being a harlot and luring manthings to their death because ya know, a girl's gotta eat. ➳ potential plots ; people she can lure to eat, people they can menace, if you wanna be a harlot they can help ig

starters : evelyn serpeni ( anna ) , heidi volturi ( swan )

danika fendyr | crescent city - 3 / 4

she/they pronouns - knows dc is different, girl had a fucking gun like three hours ago and was on the phone texting bryce stupid ass memes, and now?? what?? the plague is an actual real problem and not just a joke they can say when they're too hung over? has found some work taking up bounties/monster hunting to keep supernaturals in line while they sort this out ➳ potential plots ; other people who know this isn't right, supernaturals she can track down, people with bounties, a drinking buddy

starters : jennifer check ( anna ) , zhao yunlan ( ollie ), baxian argos ( kasey )

elain archeron-vanserra | a court of thorns and roses - 2 / 4

she/her pronouns - elain is aware that something changed washington, but honestly, she's not really complaining. this is at least slightly closer to her normal life than modern dc was and she's alright with that. she's the sister of a noble lady, so she has just fallen into that world alongside her family. happy to still be doing her gardening and baking her spare time, but is definitely trying to help in some political capacity where she can. ➳ potential plots ; other nobles, friends within the court, anyone who knows anything about being a seer (pls girl is struggling with that)

starters ; satine kryze ( alex ), didyme volturi ( mario )

juliette monrose benoit | the vampire diaries - 0 / 4

she/her pronouns - juliette has no idea washington has ever been different, when she arrived here nearly a year ago, it's always been this time period.. hasn't it? she's an innkeeper, and is just happy to offer a helping hand if anyone needs it. ➳ potential plots ; patrons of the inn, maybe a tax collector she owes money to, someone to help her with her son during the day

kaya dura | star wars - 2 / 4

they/she pronouns - a knight. did we expect any fucking less? girl got dropped here from space and immediately traded lightsabers for swords. they have no idea that dc has been modern before, and is just assuming this is how it's always been. they're happy though, they have no problem just falling in line with the castle guards and protecting people ➳ potential plots ; other members of the guard, a noble they're assigned to protect, some protestor/criminal they can arrest, people they have arrested

starters : kaul hilo ( ollie ) , astrid hofferson ( cassie )

leia organa | star wars - 3 / 4

she/her pronouns - queen organa at your service. keeping life simple and having the presidency just shift to the royal family. leia does not things are different, she very much remembers modern dc, and would like to know how the magic there was able to accomplish this. but she grew up as royalty, this isn't a hard position for her to fill. if anything, it feels more natural than president. ➳ potential plots ; members of the court, other advisors, anyone else who knows something is wrong, citizens she can help, a failed assassination attempt (i don't want her dying i just like drama)

starters ; sheev/ahsoka ( kasey ) , xenia solo ( dee ) , han solo ( mario )

marley bishop | the vampire diaries - 4 / 4

she/they pronouns - local bog witch coming at you. marley is very much aware that things are not right, and thinks it's total bullshit. she just got used to modern dc and cellphones and now you're throwing her into fucking medieval times? she is taunting people to try and burn her at the stake because it's funny and this has to be some fucked up trip, right? ➳ potential plots ; others who think this is a fucked up trip or something, someone they actually convince they're some evil witch, someone who tries to get them to help them with magic, general menaces to society

starters ; dani bishop ( risa ) , mason bishop ( moon ) , quigley quagmire ( cap ) , flora bishop ( mario )

morrigan | a court of thorns and roses - 0 / 4

she/her pronouns - mor is completely unaware, both of her life back home in prythian, and of modern dc. she believes she's always lived here, a visiting lady of another nobles court, living within the castles court for years, rising in status with her ability to determine who is telling the truth and who is lying about their rumors and other gossip surrounding the court. ➳ potential plots ; people she's exposed, friends within the court, friends outside of royalty, someone to help her get her memories of home back, someone who hires her to spy for information

omega | star wars : the bad batch - 3 / 4

she/they pronouns - omega is also completely unaware of their life before dc, and they believe they've always been in this version of washington. they were an orphan here, until they were taken in by feyre, and has lived as a noble since. though, they still cling to some of those past tendencies, sneaking out and committing petty thievery, while occasionally taking on bounties under a different name ➳ potential plots ; their personal guard they escape from, someone who catches them stealing, bounties they've collected, friends within noble society that know about their other "hobbies"

starters : toph beifong ( sunny ), jorah mormont ( alex ) , mouse honrada ( moon )

rosemary winters | resident evil : village - 1 / 4

she/they pronouns - another one !! completely unaware !! rose still doesn't have their actual real life memories, and they also believe dc has always been like this. they're currently studying as an apprentice to an alchemist. has debated becoming a plague doctor but they don't think the outfits look comfortable enough ➳ potential plots ; the alchemist they're the apprentice of, someone to help them get their memories back, maybe other apprentices, friends

starters ; francis barton ( maria )

sella palpatine | star wars - 1 / 4

she/her pronouns - sella has no idea dc was ever different, and has lived in this world since waking up here. it was a strange adjustment at first, but honestly, she likes it enough to not complain. her father is a grand duke, and she follows whatever life he's lined up for her. while also still spending all the time she can be with a certain princess. ➳ potential plots ; friends in the court, her guard, artist friends they can paint with

starters ; serena van der woodsen ( dee )

sophie hatter | howl's moving castle - 2 / 4

she/they pronouns - sophie is aware that something is wrong, and dc has not always been like this, but doesn't know enough about portals and everything to figure out how.. still owns their flower/hat stand, and is happy to keep that for herself and their friends, while also bringing home whatever gossip people are spreading about their husbands castle in the woods. ➳ potential plots ; patrons of their stand/people to buy their hats, people who ask about the hidden castle in the woods, those who claim she's a witch, someone to help with morgan during the day, other employees of the stand

starters ; jesper fahey ( june ) , buttercup utonium ( maria )

sulpicia volturi | twilight - 3 / 4

she/her pronouns - add this to the list of things sulpicia does not like about this city. one moment it was modern, and the next? we're back in time to when she was a damn human? she's on edge, doing her best to hide in plain sight as a noble lady within the court here. ➳ potential plots ; someone who knows their vampire secret (good or bad), friends, the nobles she's in the court of, people they can drink from, perhaps an arranged marriage (she won't follow through with it she's already married but it might be funny)

starters ; phoenix volturi ( atlas ) , lucy westenra ( maria ) , chelsea volturi ( cap )

tatum riley | scream '96 - 4 / 4

she/her pronouns - tatum has no idea dc has been any different from this since waking up in the city, and she's doing her best to just make it through each day without making some comment about her home timeline that will label her as a witch. she's a tavern wench and like.. it's fine, she's fine, she just wishes corsets weren't so uncomfortable. ➳ potential plots ; patrons of the tavern, someone who over hears her talking about home and claims she's a witch, open to an arranged marriage situation

starters ; sanji ( alex ), lott jinrhu ( june ) , billy loomis ( britt ) , kol mikaelson ( moon )

vesta starkos | star wars - 1 / 4

she/they pronouns - vesta thinks dc has always been this way since she arrived, and is kinda loving it. it's so much easier to get people to be afraid of her little freak vibes in this time. she's mainly a thief, but also very much trying to convince people she's a witch just cause she thinks it'd be funny to try and get burned at the stake and then be able to escape :)) ➳ potential plots ; alright who's joining their cult? , people who are intrigued or put off from their awful vibes, someone who catches them stealing

starters ; astrid deetz ( cap )

victoria sutherland | twilight - 1 / 4

she/her pronouns - victoria showing up in dc, seeing the time period is exactly the same as when she was turned : i'm back in the fucking building!!! yeah, even though she's unaware, she also has no idea dc has been any different and man does she hate it. right now she's basically hiding in the woods, but if she can't find food from animals, she is debating just.. being a harlot to lure a meal to her ➳ potential plots ; whoever's getting her her memories back, someone she can drink from, a monster hunter who finds her in the woods

starters ; rosamund du prix ( cassie )

violet sorrengail | fourth wing - 1 / 4

she/her pronouns - violet is currently fully unaware, but once she wakes up here in this timeline of dc, her memories are going to smack right back into her. you can't exactly be a dragon rider and see a dragon and not immediately get vibe checked. she'll know dc is different, and is going to be spending her time trying to find her friends, and also attempt to teach people about dragons before they become ash.. will probably fall back into a scribe roll if she ever finds time for a job. ➳ potential plots ; someone she stops from getting fucking eaten by a dragon, other scribes, people who need help learning how to fight, just anyone confused and needing advice on creatures/procedures here in this time.

starters ; xaden riorson ( kasey )

[baronstopfan]

THEORY TIME:ALEX'S MOM'S DEATH,NO MENTION OF THE BARONS PARENTS COULD BE LINKED(Also explains why the Baron hasn't been stripped of his title/priveladges but kept at a distance and outcasted by the kingdom, plus motivations behind Barons actions)and more-

⚠️WARNING THIS IS HELLA LONG⚠️

FIRST OF ALL:WHAT IS A BARON?

A Baron is a title given by the king to an individual in recognition of their loyalty, service or contributions. Overtime the title becomes hereditary passing down the family generations.The death of Baron/Baroness also means the eldest bio Son gains there stuff if the father has no brother to pass it onto.

BARONS PARENTS:Tarnished the family legacy(more so the mother)

1.I assume the father was a semi-good man but the mother wanted more, being tired of being a baroness, hungry for power and a higher ranking (cough cough, macbeth)

2.In order to gain this,Alex's mother was the key.By killing the Queen and convincing king Kendrick into marriage only to kill him after would mean the baron/Baroness are now the new kings/Queens

3.Alex's mother was killed , but soon they where stopped and guilty of Regicide and high treason. Punishment for this is beheading.

4.Black Baron is now the new baron. But his title is now Tarnished and carries around a bad legacy, leading to the kingdoms dislike, distrust and prejudice of him.

⚠️[Episode, Appetite for Destruction:Baron says so himself he's been Senselessly excluded from the rest of Kingsland] ⚠️

Baron wasn't directly involved it seemed since King Kendrick showed mercy by allowing the Baron his priveladges but kept at an arms length for safety reasons after what his parents have done also gaining the extra title "The Black Baron"to the entire kingdom. Black in medieval times was associated with Evil, death, grief, mourning, depression, rebellion and fear. Pretty fitting given the linked events, right? Evil mom, death of a queen, grief of parental loss, depression, barons now direct rebellion with the kingdom and the kingdoms "fear" of him.

I was going to delve deeper but I'll leave another post as this is getting long!

What do you think!?

Am I cooking or floppin?

[brdingbnny]

RP Info

OCs:

Alex - She/Her - Sci-Fi and Apocalypse plots, leaning towards more hurt/comfort, uncomfortable pregnancy, struggling with symptoms + carrying, relying on a partner/caretaker, open to; eggpreg, inconvenient pregnancy + labour, outbreak au,

Nikki - She/Her - slice of life, fluffy and domestic plots, leaning on a caring and doting partner, realistic symptoms and experiences, home birth or birthing centre, no hospitals. Going slightly overdue, singletons or twins, no more

Francesca "Frankie" - She/Her - college/academic plots, cryptic pregnancy or accidental pregnancy with roommate, denial of being pregnant, ignoring symptoms, hiding the pregnancy, denial of being in labour, inconvenient labour, semi-public labour

Willow - She/They - Mage/witch, newest OC on the roster, could be partner or carrier, subject to magical/elemental pregnancies, medieval/fantasy plots, symptoms and experiences dependent on the kind of form she's carrying

Florence - she/her - Vampire, has only been used as partner role before but can be used for either, relying on blood to progress the pregnancy, LOOOONNGGGG term pregnancy, labour etc, leans into body horror a little

Chase - He/they - (NEW FTM OC, still under development!)

Interests:

Reasonably overdue singletons

up to twins for multiples

Morning sickness

fatigue

nausea

minor false alarms

hurt/comfort

parental anxieties

relationships forming over the course of the pregnancy

surprise gender reveals

some NSFW/sex scenes

posterior baby being turned/flipped in preparation for labour

breech baby - still iffy on this one, ask first!

home births

labour starting at an inconvenient time/place

LIGHT semi-public labouring

trying to induce labour naturally (curb walking, sex, stairs, etc)

Will NOT RP:

Any scenario involving minors/those under 18 years of age

cumflation

orgasmic birth/stimulation during labour and birth

straight clothing birth

physically denying birth (pushing baby back in, stopping them from pushing etc)

harm to baby or carrier (including tears, haemorrhaging, c-sections etc)

excessive multiples

unrealistic bodily changes

[unpredictable-probabilities]

At a Blade's End || Chapter 4: Intertwined

Summary:

It's the day of the party at Roderick's manor, and Morpheus is displeased with the appearance of Robert and his son.

Meanwhile, Hob finds out a little more about Morpheus, and Robyn talks about his mother to his new friend.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count: 4,262

Square/Prompt: C1 - Healing Touch |  @dreamlingbingo

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human Alternate Universe - Medieval, Assassins & Hitmen, Blood Blood and Injury, First Meetings, Canonical Character Death, Each chapter will have warnings if it contains any graphic violence

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56571808/chapters/149085661

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Morpheus turned to Alex standing beside him when he heard a sigh.

The party had started a few minutes ago, and guests were milling around greeting each other and the master of the house. Servants walked by holding trays of food and drinks, while Morpheus was at his usual station during public events: standing guard beside Alex. The Magus might care very little for his youngest son, but he would still see it as an embarrassment if Alex were to be harmed in his own premises.

“Randall’s not even here anymore and yet this entire party is for his birthday,” Alex said wistfully. “Father must really love him.”

“Your father did not neglect to give you a gift for your birthday,” Morpheus reminded him gently.

“A wad of money and an order to spend my birthday outside of his house?” Alex raised an eyebrow at him.

“I seem to remember you eating your weight in pastries and buying three new horses that day.”

Alex finally smiled. “Thank you again for accompanying me and Paul. Father would have been suspicious if it had just been the two of us.”

Someone was approaching and Morpheus instinctively turned to see who it was.

“Speak of the devil,” he said playfully.

“A drink, Master Burgess?” Paul smiled and held out a tray with a single wine glass to Alex.

Alex wrinkled his nose and picked up the glass. “I told you never to call me that.”

Morpheus scanned the crowd of nobles and businessmen, as well as the other servants going around serving food.

“Let us go to the gardens,” he said. “Far from prying eyes. Our presence is not needed here and would not be missed.”

“Indeed, Father probably already forgot that I exist,” Alex joked halfheartedly as they made their way out.

“Then that means you're free for the rest of the day,” Paul said lightly, holding the tray down at his side. “Though I’d need to get back to the kitchen soon.”

“They would not notice your absence for a few minutes,” Morpheus reassured him. “The initial preparations are done and other servants would be taking a break now as well.”

“A few minutes would be enough,” Alex said and gently took Paul’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “We can all just breathe here away from the party.”

Quick footsteps rounded the corner, and a familiar boy came running towards them while giggling.

He stopped when he saw Morpheus and smiled brightly. “Mister Morpheus!”

“Robyn! Hold on a moment!” Robert came jogging after the boy, slowing down to a stop and catching his breath.

His gaze landed on their group, and Morpheus saw Alex and Paul immediately let go of each other’s hands. Robert’s eyes followed the movement, and Paul took a step back from Alex.

Morpheus tensed, mentally running through a list of excuses as to why they were here, but he decided it would be wise to let Robert speak first to ascertain what was going on in his mind.

“My lord,” Paul lowered his eyes, his voice wavering and his face a shade paler. “I was just— Master Burgess was—”

“It’s all right,” Robert said gently. “There’s no need to explain anything to me.”

“My father isn’t a scary man!” Robyn nodded vigorously. “He won’t get angry about broken cups or holding hands with your friends!”

Morpheus instinctively looked at Robert, who returned his gaze with a small smile. Was that why they thought he ran out of their house two days ago? Just as well. It was an exceptionally idiotic decision on his part; at the very least they weren’t suspicious.

“My lord,” Alex said politely. “I’m afraid I don’t know your name. I’m not familiar with all of my father’s guests.”

“Robert Gadling,” Robert stepped forward and held out his hand. “I take it you’re Alexander Burgess?”

Alex took the offered handshake. “Yes, Lord Gadling. I welcome you to my father’s home.”

“Just ‘Sir Gadling’ is fine,” Robert smiled.

“And I’m Robyn Gadling!” Robyn puffed out his chest and held out a hand as well. “Pleased to make your acquaintance!” he added in his small high voice.

Alex smiled and shook the boy’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Robyn. You know Morpheus?”

“I do! He visited our house the other day to bring the invitation, but he broke a teacup and got scared and ran away.”

Paul and Alex looked at him questioningly; they wouldn’t believe that he would get scared of such a thing. An explanation would be expected of him later.

“I apologise once more, Sir Gadling,” Morpheus said. “As well as for rudely leaving your home in haste.”

Robert shook his head. “Like I said, it was an accident. Really, it’s all right.”

“See!” Robyn beamed at Morpheus, then looked at Paul. “And my father also won’t be mad at holding hands so you don’t need to be scared! My father has servants too and sometimes they hold my hand while we walk and cross the street.”

Robert chuckled. “Indeed. And you can still hold hands with people even when you’re grown-up,” he addressed his son but smiled pointedly at Paul and Alex. “No matter who they are as long as you both agree to it.”

“Well said, Sir Gadling,” Alex raised his wine glass in a toast, looking happier than he had ever since the party began.

“What’s your name, Mister?” Robyn asked Paul.

“Ah, Paul McGuire, Sir Robyn,” Paul tipped his head, his eyes lowered.

“It’s just ‘Robyn’! I’m not old!” the boy’s face was scrunched up.

Paul smiled and met the boy’s gaze. “Pardon me. Robyn.”

The boy grinned. “A pleasure to meet you, Mister Paul!” he straightened his posture and extended his hand.

Paul seemed taken aback at the offered handshake, and he wordlessly accepted it.

Then the boy turned to Morpheus with his hand still held out. “We didn’t shake hands last time!”

Morpheus shook the boy’s hand. “It is a pleasant surprise to see you again,” he said, even though it was far from pleasant seeing him and his father. “I had the impression that your father was not attending this party.”

Robert cleared his throat. “Robyn wanted to check on your hand after it got cut from the teacup. He’d been running around the place looking for you ever since we arrived.”

“You got injured?” Alex furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“It is of no consequence,” Morpheus held out his left palm. The cut had mostly closed, though he was still careful not to exert his hand so much.

“Shouldn’t you put a bandage on it?” Robyn asked worriedly.

Morpheus had considered it, but the Magus would inquire upon any injury of his out of worry that it would impede his duties, and Morpheus would rather not speak of it.

“It will heal,” Morpheus simply said. He had had worse injuries before.

“Okay…” Robyn said, though he was frowning. “Oh! You two can hold hands again now!” he said to Alex and Paul. “We don’t mind!”

“Ah, duck,” Robert knelt on one knee to be eye-level with his son. “Remember what I said about how other people can be mean and easily angered? Those people could also get angry when they find out that people hold hands. So it’s important that you don’t tell anyone that you saw them do that, okay?”

Robyn’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why would anyone get angry about that?”

Alex smiled sadly. “Unfortunately, not everyone thinks like us, Robyn.”

Robyn frowned and looked at Robert. “Pardon my language, father. But I think that’s very stupid.”

Alex looked terrified for a moment and looked at Robert. Morpheus understood his fear; he would have received punishment if he spoke to his own father in such a way when he was that age.

But Robert just laughed good-naturedly and ruffled his son’s hair. “It is quite stupid, isn’t it? And while those people haven’t sorted themselves out yet, it’s important to protect these nice people. Do you understand?”

The boy nodded. “I promise not to tell anyone,” he said solemnly.

“Thank you,” Robert smiled at him and stood up again.

“Are you friends with Mister Morpheus?” Robyn turned to Alex.

Alex smiled, relaxed again now after seeing that Robyn faced no consequences at all for his use of language. “I am. He’s a nice person, too.”

Morpheus frowned at him. Alex had known since last year what jobs he did for the Magus, even though he did not know who the targets were. How could Alex still call him nice?

But Alex just met his eyes and grinned. “Even though he would never admit it,” he said pointedly before turning back to Robyn. “For my birthday two months ago he accompanied Paul and I to the city. We had cakes and rode horses for the better part of the afternoon.”

Robyn’s face brightened and he looked at Morpheus. “I knew you were nice!”

Morpheus said nothing; his stomach twisted at how the boy was looking at him with so much trust, oblivious to what Morpheus had almost done to his father moments before he arrived in the dining room two days ago.

“Pardon,” Paul’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “But I’ve been gone too long from the kitchen. I should return to my duties now, Morpheus. Sir Gadling, Robyn,” he nodded politely to them before turning to Alex. “... Alex,” he said with a small smile.

“Paul,” Alex returned the smile, evidently pleased that Paul addressed him by only his name.

With another bow to everyone, Paul made his way back inside.

“As for myself, I shall return to the party,” Alex straightened his waistcoat. “Father would be displeased if guests start asking him where his son is.”

“I shall go with you,” Morpheus said, grateful for any excuse to move away from Robert and the boy. 

“No,” Alex shook his head. “You’ve been guarding me since before the party started. You should take a break like some of the other servants.”

“Alex,” Morpheus frowned. “You know your father tasked me to stand guard at your side.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “And we both know that no one has ever tried to harm me, and no one ever will.” He lowered his voice to be quieter. “Everyone knows I’m not important to my father and they have nothing to gain from me.”

“What?” Robyn furrowed his eyebrows. “I didn’t hear what you said.”

“Duck,” Robert put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We’re not part of the conversation, it’s rude to ask.” Though from the somber look on his face, he had heard what Alex said.

Alex smiled at the nobleman and his son. “It was a genuine pleasure to meet you both. May we see each other again soon.” He looked at Morpheus and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t follow me. Take a break.”

Had it just been the two of them, Morpheus would have said exactly what he thought of the young man’s audacity. As it were, all he could do was clench his jaw and watch Alex go back to the party.

He startled and turned around when he felt a small hand grab his wrist.

“Are you really okay?” Robyn was looking worriedly at the cut on his hand.

“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I…” he trailed off at the sound of voices.

They were at the part of the garden behind the manor, and if there were people nearby they would be on the other side of the walls separating the garden from the terrace wrapping around this wing.

He recognised Burgess’ voice. More likely than not, he and his guests were just viewing the outdoors from the terrace without putting themselves through the ordeal of actually going outside. But if Burgess decided to go in this direction he would find out that Robert Gadling has a biological heir…

“Excuse you to do what?” Robyn was frowning up at him in confusion, still holding his wrist.

“Robyn,” Robert said. “I think Morpheus might have to be somewhere else now.”

Were the voices getting closer? Or was he just getting too anxious?

“I… was thinking of showing you and your father around the gardens, Sir Robyn,” Morpheus said to the boy.

Robyn gasped in delight and tightened his grip excitedly. “Really?”

“Yes.” Morpheus looked at Robert. “If I may.”

Robert looked surprised but he smiled. “Of course. We’d be happy to walk around.”

Morpheus used his uninjured hand to grip Robyn’s wrist and pull him deeper into the gardens, away from the Magus.

***

Hob watched Robyn pull free from Morpheus’ hold to run ahead of them, slowing to a stop to peer at a butterfly that had landed on a patch of flowers.

Morpheus, despite having initiated the stroll, seemed a bit tense. He walked stiffly beside Hob, his eyes darting from time to time to the direction they came from.

“Is everything all right?” Hob asked. “If you need to get back to your work now, you don’t have to accompany us. I’ll take Robyn back to the party.”

“No,” Morpheus quickly said. “Sir.” He looked over his shoulder again.

“What’s wrong?” Hob frowned in concern. “Are we… hiding from someone?” He recalled the voices he heard shortly before Morpheus declared wanting to show them the gardens.

Morpheus looked at him, then turned his gaze straight ahead as they continued walking. He seemed to be finding the right words. “Lord Burgess… is not fond of children, sir. I heard his voice among that group. I did not want Sir Robyn to be subjected to his sour mood.”

Hob’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Not about Roderick Burgess being a grumpy old man who disliked children, he would have expected as much. But he didn’t expect Morpheus to consider Robyn’s experience at the party.

“Thank you,” Hob said sincerely. “For making sure Robyn is comfortable. Especially since you should be taking your break now instead of accompanying us.”

“It’s no trouble, sir,” Morpheus said quietly, still staring straight ahead as they continued to follow Robyn who was now running in a zigzag pattern around the flowerbeds.

Hob wondered why Morpheus still seemed tense even as they walked away further from the party. Maybe he was often like that in Lord Burgess’ house? Hob wouldn’t be surprised if all the servants were always on-guard for that nobleman. But then Paul seemed far more relaxed earlier than Morpheus now.

“Paul and Alex are lucky,” Hob tried to lighten the mood. “That they have you to watch over them.”

Morpheus looked at him, as if not expecting him to acknowledge it at all. “They are young, and deserve to be happy,” he said in his quiet voice.

Hob smiled. Morpheus seemed aloof for the most part, but he evidently cared deeply for people. Hob remembered the raven pendant that he saw that night on the balcony, and his gaze lowered to Morpheus’ chest where the necklace had been. There was no trace of it now, save for a glimpse of a thin metal chain near his neck. It looked like Morpheus usually hid the necklace under his shirt.

There was the sound of a snapping branch, a flash of alarm on Morpheus’ face, and a surprised cry from ahead of them.

Before Hob could react to the sight of his son falling off a tree, Morpheus dashed from his side and lunged, catching Robyn just in time.

The momentum made them both fall over, Morpheus landing on his back with a grunt and Robyn on top of him.

Hob quickly rushed over. “Are you two all right?” He held out a hand to help his son stand up.

Robyn scrambled to his feet with Hob’s help, and immediately turned to face Morpheus who had now sat up on the grass. “That was amazing! You’re so fast and strong!” he was practically beaming.

Morpheus looked up at Robyn, and Hob could swear that the hint of a smile was forming on his lips. “You must be cautious, Sir Robyn. You could have been hurt.”

Robyn wrinkles his nose. “Why do you keep calling me that? I’m not old!”

There was almost a fondness now on Morpheus’ face. “You are the son of Sir Gadling.”

“You didn’t call Mister Alex ‘sir’ even when he’s the son of Lord Burgess!” Robyn said stubbornly. “Is it because he’s your friend?”

Morpheus nodded. “He is.”

“Can we be friends? Then you can call me Robyn!” The boy grinned triumphantly as if he had just solved a particularly difficult riddle.

Hob chuckled. “I’m afraid this is a battle you can’t win, Morpheus.” He held out a hand to help him stand up.

Morpheus hesitated a moment before accepting it and pulling himself up. The man had more weight to him than Hob would have expected, and his grip was strong before he let go of Hob’s hand.

“Oh no!” Robyn gasped, looking at Morpheus’ other hand. “I told you to put a bandage on it!”

Morpheus lifted his left hand; the cut had reopened and was beginning to bleed again. “I must have landed on some roots when I fell,” he had a frown that looked more curious than pained.

“Is it my fault?” Robyn’s eyes were filling with tears.

“No,” Morpheus said immediately before Hob could say anything. “Not at all. Robyn.” He smiled, then. A small thing, but real and soft.

Robyn still looked tearful, but he managed to return the smile.

“Let’s sit over there and have a look at that wound,” Hob gestured to a large flower bed forming a low stone wall around some plants.

Morpheus looked like he was about to protest, but Robyn grabbed the wrist of his uninjured hand and tugged him towards the flower bed.

“Come on! We're friends now, right? That means you have to let us help!” Robyn looked up hopefully at Morpheus, who relented and let himself be pulled along.

Robyn didn’t let go of Morpheus even as they sat down on the edge of the flower bed.

“The cut isn’t too deep and fortunately you won’t need stitches,” Hob said, taking a small pouch from his coat pocket. “Why didn’t you bandage it before?” He doubted that Morpheus didn’t have the knowledge or resources for it.

Morpheus furrowed his eyebrows as Hob took out the contents of the pouch. “Do you carry a medicinal pouch with you all the time, Sir Gadling?”

“I’ve had to since I realised my son has a penchant for running around outdoors,” Hob chuckled.

“Mister Morpheus, my father asked you a question,” Robyn gently tapped Morpheus’ arm. “It’s okay if you didn’t hear it! Would you like me to repeat it?”

Morpheus looked at Robyn with a curious gaze, and Hob was about to tell his son that it was alright if people didn’t want to answer questions sometimes. Morpheus seemed like a man who valued his privacy even with the littlest of things.

Then Morpheus looked down at the cut on his hand and spoke quietly. “Lord Burgess would have questioned the injury if he had seen a bandage. I felt… embarrassed. To admit the cause of it. As it is a failure on my part. And Lord Burgess would not like to know that his trusted servant carelessly broke a cup.”

Robyn looked heartbroken and angry, and Hob spoke before the boy could say some choice words about Lord Burgess. “You’re not needed by his side for the entire party, right? Perhaps we can bandage it for now and you can just remove it later when you have to go see him.” Hob knew that that was the best compromise they could achieve.

Morpheus was quiet for a moment and nodded wordlessly, holding his injured palm out.

Hob began disinfecting the wound with the liquid from the small clear bottle, hoping to himself that Morpheus wouldn’t remove the bandage as soon as he and Robyn were out of sight.

“I’m sorry…” Silent tears were rolling down Robyn’s cheeks. “I shouldn’t have climbed the tree.”

“It’s not your fault.” Morpheus gently freed his wrist from Robyn’s hold so he could wipe away the boy’s tears with his hand. “I was much like you when I was your age, you know?” he smiled softly.

Hob normally attended to Robyn whenever he cried, but right now he felt like he should keep silent as his son finally seemed to be achieving his goal of befriending the “shy, scared man”, as Robyn had referred to Morpheus that morning at breakfast.

“Really?” Robyn sniffled.

Morpheus nodded, seeming not to feel any sting at all as Hob finished disinfecting the cut on his hand and began wrapping it with a bandage. “I liked running and climbing trees, too. I even had my fair share of falling off them.”

“Did you have someone to make you feel better after, too?”

Morpheus’ smile faltered for a moment, and Hob remembered the raven pendant again. The friend Morpheus lost. “I did. So you mustn't blame yourself. I caught you because I did not want you hurt. That is all.”

Robyn nodded, wiping away the last of his tears. “Do you still climb trees now?” he asked curiously. 

“Not as much. I’ve had to stop since…” Morpheus trailed off, looking as if he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Since…?” Robyn pressed, eyes wide with encouragement.

Morpheus took a moment before answering. “Lord Burgess does not like seeing us climb trees.”

“He doesn’t like so many things!” Robyn complained. “You’re big now! You’re not small like me! You should be allowed to climb trees whenever you want!”

Hob suddenly remembered that Morpheus was taken as a servant when he was a child. And what Morpheus said just a few minutes earlier…

“Lord Burgess… is not fond of children, sir.”

The pieces seemed to click into place in Hob’s mind. Morpheus said himself that he was as playful as Robyn when he was a child, but had to be less so because Lord Burgess didn’t like it.

Was Morpheus just as friendly and outgoing as Robyn back then? What could have happened to make him how he was now? How did Burgess treat him as a child for him to be concerned enough to lead Robyn away from the old man as fast as possible?

No good answers came to Hob’s mind and he willed himself to remain calm. Bursts of anger were understandable from someone of Robyn’s age, less so from a grown man.

“You’re allowed to climb trees, are you not?” Morpheus told Robyn as Hob finished wrapping the bandage. “With enough practice, you will master it and not have to worry about falling any longer.”

“I wish you can practise more too,” Robyn pouted. “Why is Lord Burgess so mean!”

“He lost a son, shortly before I came into this house,” Morpheus said quietly. “Randall. It’s his birthday today, that is why we have this party now. He died young, and Lord Burgess must have loved him so. Losing a loved one can make people angry and bitter.”

There was a quiet weight to those words, and Hob couldn’t help but wonder just how long ago Morpheus’ friend had died.

“No!” Robyn looked even more exasperated now. “My mother died of sickness when I was four summers old. My father and I loved her very much, but we didn’t turn mean!”

Morpheus glanced at Hob at the sudden reveal of information, and Hob gave him a reassuring smile that it was alright for him to know. It was four years ago, and while it still hurt, he no longer felt like a broken man.

“Father said we grieve because we love her. And love shouldn’t make you hurt other people!” Robyn had grown so impassioned in his speech that he had now tightly laced his fingers through Morpheus’, his small tan hand a contrast to the larger and paler one.

Morpheus gave a small smile, though Hob could see sadness in his eyes. “You are very wise, Robyn. And… so is your father.” He glanced at Hob, his smile becoming more polite. “Thank you for this, Sir Gadling,” he held up his bandaged hand.

“It’s the least I could do for you reacting much faster than I did when my son fell,” Hob smiled back.

“When I grow up, I wanna be as fast and strong as you, Mister Morpheus!” Robyn grinned, holding up their intertwined fingers and moving them back and forth excitedly.

“Why are you calling me that?” Morpheus asked Robyn, his head slightly tilted to the side. “We are friends now, are we not? Call me Morpheus,” he smiled.

Robyn gasped and dropped Morpheus’ hand.

Then he threw his arms around Morpheus’ shoulders, holding him in a tight embrace.

Morpheus made a surprised grunt and nearly fell backwards into the flower bed before regaining his balance. He looked at Hob with wide eyes, his hands awkwardly held up to the sides.

Hob laughed, feeling a warmth in his chest at how happy his son was, and how Morpheus had grown much more comfortable around them. “It’s only polite to hug your friends back, Morpheus,” he said to answer the man’s uncertainty.

Morpheus relaxed and tentatively put his uninjured hand on Robyn’s back. Then he met Hob’s eyes, his smile more sincere now than polite. “I am glad you came to this party. Sir Gadling.”

My friends call me Hob, Hob wanted to say. But he held himself back and just smiled and nodded.

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Summary: You work with Ada under Wesker. When you encounter Leon you two go at each other's throat which leads to Ada to teasingly leave a comment. When Leon and you want to dismiss it, you notice Ada has left you alone in the care of Leon. Left and right throwing rude comments at each other. Yet you truly start to worry when Leon get's into trouble.

Ada sighed loud tugging the list from Luis away. – “I do not recall signing up to run errands.” – she said out loud walking with the upmost air around her. – “If we do this for Luis, he’ll give us the amber.” – you replied walking a step behind her. Just like it always have been. Ada taking the lead, you just a step behind. Ada laughed loud moving her hand before her mouth. – “He’ll first have to retrieve it.”- she replied opening a door that lead to a weaponry. You took a glance at all the shields hanging up on the wall.

Ada moved to the center where some weapons were displayed. Letting her finger glide over them she hummed intriguing. – “Find the bottle!” – she ordered, glancing over her shoulder to you. You nodded walking around to examine the room. Moving across the room to a table, you picked up a paper where some of the shields were represented on.

Before you could utter a word, heard you noises outside the other door. Ada and you both stared at the door. One quick glance of Ada made clear what her intentions were. You moved swiftly across, climbing up the bookcases. Ada opened the window, peeking briefly downwards before taking in her position as well.

You staid low, hiding in the shadows when the door opened. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Leon Kennedy. Eyeing the room on high alert, ready for anything to come at him. Leon moved closer to the bookcases, moving across the room to head for the other door as he got stopped. Feeling the cold tip of a gun against the back of his head. Instantly he moved his hands up with a grunt. – “What a surprise Leon.” – Ada spoke with a catty smile.

“I should’ve known you were here as well Ada.” – Leon responded. Ada moved a bit closer to him. – “You should give up on the president’s daughter.” – she spoke making Leon clench his jaw. In a second turned he round, swiftly grabbing her gun from her. Ada looked slightly down seeing a knife in his other hand near her stomach. – “Hasn’t anyone told you knives are better in close-combat?” – Leon teased.

“Always the charmer Leon.” – Ada said as he handed her the gun back. Ada tugged her gun away, walking round Leon closer to the window. Leon followed her turn, watching her go. She stood by the window, arms crossed with a sly smile on her lips. Leon furrowed his brows till it was too late that he heard the loud thud. – “Hasn’t anyone told you to never turn your back?” – you said holding a knife in front of his neck. – “Great.” – Leon groaned out. – “You’ve brought your pet.” – he mocked.

“How funny, you should be a comedian.” – you replied with sarcasm. Leon looked over at Ada. – “Does she bark when you ask?” – he asked motioning slightly with his head to you, behind him. Ada chuckled as it upset you more. Gritting your teeth you moved the tip of your knife closer to his throat. Leon had enough of this childsplay, grabbing you by the wrist. In a matter of seconds had he disarmed you, now being the one to hold your knife.

Ada quirked her eyebrow up, intrigued what storm would unleash in a matter of seconds. You glanced to your side, noticing the medieval spiked ball. Taking it by the handle, you smiled at Leon. – “Isn’t that a bit too heavy for you?” – Leon asked with a teasing smile. – “Let’s find out.” – you responded. You went towards Leon, swinging the weapon at his head. Leon ducked down, moving his hand with the knife in it closer to you.

You let go of the medieval weapon as it fell to the floor with a loud thud. Grabbing Leon’s arm in time before his knife could slash you. He tilted his head, eyeing the weapon on the floor. – “Already tiring?” – he teased. You kneed him in the stomach, sending him to his knees. You then jumped, wrapping your legs around his neck. Rolling over, Leon was on the ground scrambling to get loose. – “You talk to much.” – you told him, squeezing your legs tighter around his neck.

“Yeah…” – he groaned out feeling the pressure of your legs on his throat. He punched a pressure point in your leg making you release your grip around him. Leon coughed a few times, touching his neck as he was on his knees. You were getting back up trying to seek for a weapon. Leon tenses his jaw, swaying his leg over the floor to knock you over.

You fell hard on your back. Leon crawled on top of you, holding you down by your wrists. With anger was he staring down at you. – “You are easily over-ruled.” – he finished smirking down at you. You swung your leg up, hitting him in the back of his head. Leon grunted as he came down making you turn your head to shield your face from him.

Leon laid on top of you as Ada quirked her eyebrow up. You pushed him off you, scrambling to reach the knife that he had dropped earlier. Leon rubbed the back of his head, sitting on his knees. – “And yet here I stand.” – you told him. Leon got up on his feet, taking out his own knife. Both of you stared at each other, waiting for one to take the first step. Leon and you moved at the same time. His knife and yours clashing against each other.

You tried stabbing him low as he grabbed your wrist, stopping you just in time of reaching his skin. Giving your wrist a push back, you stumbled a bit backwards. He slashed at your throat making you jump back just in time. Leon went low as you blocked his hand, kneeing his knife out of his hand. It clattered to the ground. You wanted to strike your knife down on Leon as he took a hold of your wrist.

His other hand grabbing you by the waist as he pushed you firmly up against the side of the bookcase. You let out a gasp once your back hit the bookcase. Leon held your hands firmly up above your head. His other hand deeply pressed on your waist. His expression stern as he came breathing loudly in your face. His breath tickling your mouth. Your eyes met up his, seeing them slowly soften upon you.

“What a cute couple.” – Ada said whilst applauding slow. Leon and you startled awake, both hardening your expressions once more. – “No!” – Both of you shouted, looking away to Ada. Yet she wasn’t there anymore. Your eyes widened seeing the open window move with the wind. Leon grunted loud pushing himself off you. Your hands lowered as you became aware that she had left you. Abandoned you to be stuck with Leon. Leon picked up his knife from the ground, putting it away.

You put your own knife away as well. – “Guess your master forgot their dog.” – Leon commented making you clench your hand into a fist. – “At least I’m not infected!” – you called back to him. Leon glared your way. – “Can still very much happen, puppy!” – he replied. You hated that he kept calling you that. You weren’t someone’s pet, not now nor ever. You flipped him the bird. – “Auch, did I hurt your feelings pup?” – he chuckled out. You ignored him heading for the door he came from. – “I just came from there.” – he said letting you know he preferred to go the other way.

“And I from there. There isn’t sh*t back there.” – you told him on a snappy tone. – “Easy pup, I’d hate to see you get worked up.” – he said. You turned round throwing your knife at him. Missing him deliberately. The knife landed in front of his feet as he barely flinched. – “Next time I’ll aim for your head.” – you told him, opening the door with force.

Leon chuckled picking up your knife before going after you. He fell in line with you, offering your knife back to you. You took it with a loud sigh, putting it away. Coming at a crossing you wanted to go left when Leon grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you into the other direction. –“This way pup.” – he said. – “Stop calling me that!” – you insisted upon, hating it so much. He chuckled as you found it anything but humorously. Leon pulled out his gun, ready to open a door.

You pulled out your own gun in case you needed it. He entered looking upon an empty room. – “See you are still doing Wesker’s bidding.” – he said. You groaned loud, rolling with your eyes. – “Do you ever shut up?” – you questioned. Leon came to a stop making you bump against his back. He then turned around with a mischievous smile on his lips. – “Arf!” – he barked coming close up in your face.

It both caught you off guard as annoyed you. You pushed him off you, hating him like this. Leon puffed loud, opening his arms. – “It was a joke Y/n.” – he called out. – “Still not a comedian!” – you bit back leaving the room once more. Leon came after you. Back in the hallway, he heard noises, making him grab you by the wrist, pulling you with him.

He pushed you against the wall, pressing his body on yours. He kept looking over his shoulder as you could hear your own heartbeat in your chest from how closely pressed he was on you. Even the bit of sweat smell was sensational. Leon turned his head to you, looking down. Feeling that it was getting to overwhelming, you slid down, escaping underneath his arm. Leon took a deep breath before going after you. Leon heard something behind him, making him slightly turn his head to the side. In the corner of his eye he saw some commoners having found their way inside.

“Pup!” – Leon called out to get your attention. You turned around, hating yourself for listening to the nickname. Seeing the people for your own, you started shooting at them. Leon backed up, shooting to come and stand beside you.  You fired at their knees to slow them down. Leon finishing off by shooting their heads. From behind them, you heard more commotion, knowing more were coming. You tugged on Leon’s arm to get him to follow you. Leon shrugged your grip off him, continuing to shoot.

“Leon!” – you called out seeing the swarming hoard of angry town folk. – “I can take them!” – Leon replied loud. – “Like hell you can!” – you shouted at him. He wouldn’t stop shooting as you sighed loud. – “If you have a death wish, so be it but I’m not following you to the grave.” – you told him turning round to run off. Leon kept shooting groaning loud that he was going to follow you. He stopped shooting turning round to go after you.

Leon ran after you into a room as you shut it. – “Finally you’ve come to your senses.” – you told him whilst blocking the door. Leon ran up to the window, opening it. The rain falling on him when he stuck his head out to look downwards. – “We can make it.” – he said looking back at you. His eyes widened seeing you push your entire body against the door, hearing the angry town folk at the other side. – “What are you waiting for. Jump Leon!” – you told him, setting your feet firm on the ground.

Leon glanced down panting a bit. – “Pup!” – he called out as you tensed your jaw, feeling your feet slide over the ground as they were trying to break through the door. – “Y/n let go!” – Leon said as you called him insane. – “Y/n!” – Leon spoke as you saw him offer his hand to you. Taking a deep breath, you set yourself off from the door. The moment you let go of the door, it swung open, the town folk entering in a swarm.

You kept your eyes on Leon running up to him. You could hear their loud shouting behind you, knowing they were close. Reaching your hand out, you ran to reach his. Leon grabbed your hand pulling you out of the window with him. Arms around you, he fell down with you. Landing hard on the grass, he groaned loud.

You pressed your hand on his chest, pushing yourself up from him. – “You are insane!” – you told him. Leon chuckled in pain when you got off him. – “You could’ve left me.” – you told him brushing some dirt from you. Leon crawled up to his feet, coming over to you. – “I’m not Ada.” – he said suddenly smirking. – “Pup.” – he finished ruffling his fingers through your hair. You slapped his hand away with much annoyance, storming off. – “Can’t take a joke.” – Leon puffed out before following you again.

Leon decided to give you a bit of space, feeling that you were still angry at him. Just a step behind you, he glanced your way to admire you. Slightly furrow his brows. You breathed deep, letting your shoulder slouch a bit. Seeing how your expression had saddened. Leon had this sudden urge to make you smile. Wanting to see you smile as seeing you so saddened pained his heart for some reason. Yet he didn’t respond to it. Simply letting you be.

Leon and you went on to a more seclude area away from the estate. Suddenly Leon grunted loud. You gasped loud turning round when you saw him in pain. – “Leon!” – you called out coming over. Leon fell to his knees, grunting in pain. Your eyes widened seeing the veins on his arms and in his neck darken. The plagas taking a toll on him. You swung his arm over your shoulders, helping him back up.

Leon barely had any strength in his legs. He kept calling it out in pain taking you down with him as he lost the weight in his legs. – “Leon!” – you called out as he lifted his head up. You gasped loud seeing the darkness in his eyes. – “Go!” – he shouted pushing you, making you fall on your bottom. The worriedness inside of you rose as you scrambled up on your feet. – “No!” – Leon grunted out when you wanted to grab him again. You pushed his hand away, pulling him up with you. – “Resist it Leon!” – you told him helping him to a shed nearby. You fell to your knees with him in the shed, falling from the weight of him.

Leon grabbed for his knife as you quickly kicked it out of his hand. – “Fight it Leon!” – you told him seeing how dark his expression was. He called it out in pain, squirming from the pain. You hated seeing him like this, suffering from it. Leon grunted loud, trying to resist it. He sat on his knees, calling it out as he felt the plagas try to take control of him. You went to him, wrapping your arms around him. Leon called it out against your chest, thumping his fist on your back. You resisted his punches, squeezing him tighter in your embrace. – “Don’t let it control you Leon. Fight this… please…” – you told him, hugging him to not let go.

Leon kept squirming against your grip as it made you sob loud. You hated this Godforsaken town and their cult. You hated what they have done to Leon. – “Please Leon… come back to me.” – you sobbed out. Slowly the punches died out as his hand faltered to the ground. You felt Leon shift in your embrace making you lighten your grip around him. – “Please Leon…” – you whispered as tears rolled down your cheek. Leon slightly lifted his head grabbing your chin in a gentle way.

“Pup?” – he said lifting your head up to meet up with his eyes. You blinked your tears away seeing his caring eyes again. You couldn’t stop crying upon seeing Leon as himself again. He wiped a few tears away from your cheek with the brush of his thumb. – “It’s me again.” – he reassured you. You felt relieved but somehow you couldn’t stop worrying about him. Leon lifted his chest a bit up, leaning in. Pressing his lips against your wet lips.

Pushing your mouth open with his lips, he could taste your salty tears as he kissed you deeper. You kissed him back, moving your hands behind his head. The kiss became more desperate as if having missed each other’s touch for eternity. Leon and you pulled away, foreheads touching still wanting to be in this intimate moment. – “Don’t worry pup, I won’t tell Ada.” – he said smiling as you punched him in the armpit. – “Au!” – he called out. – “Y/n.” – he corrected himself. – “Good boy.” – you replied rewarding his good behavior with another kiss.

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[ekingston]

thanks for sharing your shape of soup tattoo design - i’m so in awe of your artistic talent and creativity, it’s -gorgeous-

thank YOU anon!! it’s been a fun distraction ❤️ and just to put it all in one place:

The space they walk into reminds Kara of her training room at the DEO’s old desert facility, only instead of kryptonite emitters and Alex’s mean right hook it has Rumi quotes lining the walls and a miniature zen garden.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this,” Lena says, ducking into a changing room toward the back and holding the door until Kara follows her inside. “I’m told we’ll feel amazing after. We— well. I — may be sore for a couple of days, but they say it’s worth every twinge.”

Kara is pretty sure Lena’s muscles will be suffering a lot less than Kara’s sanity when this morning’s tribulation is over with. She turns away with a polite touch of superspeed when Lena shrugs off her blazer and starts unbuttoning her shirt, only to come face to face with a poster depicting several medieval-looking torture techniques advertised as ‘Pilates Reformer exercises’.

“Oh my,” Lena mutters behind her, following Kara’s eyeline as she steps up close. Kara turns to her out of habit, and is faced with a mouthful of tank-topped Lena Luthor, pulling her hair into a bun. “Are we going to need a safeword for this?” she giggles nervously against Kara’s shoulder.

Even Kara’s solar-charged, superpowered heart isn’t strong enough to withstand the triple threat posed by Lena’s choice of words combined with the row of diamond piercings dotting the pink shell of her ear, and—at last—the near-religious revelation of the new tattoo inked onto her wrist.

Kara has given a, you know, friendly amount of thought to the design Lena might have chosen since she first spotted the bandage.

And yet reality continues to surprise.

“Your cello,” Kara husks, forgetting for a moment that Kara Danvers has no idea that Lena plays. Lena’s eyes are wide behind her glasses, confused. “Your tattoo,” Kara explains, struggling against the impulse to take Lena’s hand so she can get a closer look.

Lena lowers her arm and holds it out in front of her, welcoming Kara’s scrutiny. “Right,” she says. “Well. That, and a few other things.”

With Lena’s permission granted, Kara can’t stop herself from reaching out any longer. She brushes a gentle thumb along the edge of the achingly delicate geometric design that runs up the length of Lena’s forearm. The contrast of the black ink against her ghostly-pale skin is breathtaking. “This is a polar graph of Riemann’s Zeta function,” Kara recognizes, her voice lilting up with wonder. The tattoo hasn’t quite healed completely, small black clumps pressing up here and there under the pad of Kara’s thumb, but the healed lines are perfect, sharp and striking.

“It depicts one of the most important unsolved problems in pure mathematics.” Lena lets out an audible breath. “Kara,” she says, her brow now furrowed in what looks like an almost pained expression. “Why would you possibly know that?”

Kara stubbornly avoids Lena’s eyes along with her loaded question. “What’s the botanical part, over here?” she asks instead, her fingertips twitching against the tender underbelly of Lena’s wrist.

Lena shivers at the light touch. “Arnica Montana,” Lena breathes. “For healing from trauma.” Her throat clicks when she swallows. They’re standing so close now that Kara probably would have heard it even if she wasn’t an alien.

“Let’s not do this,” Kara blurts.

Lena recoils in alarm. “What?”

“Let’s do something else,” Kara decides, whirling her body back around to face the wall when she’s reminded of Lena’s state of undress. She’s one hundred percent sure she'll die if Lena takes off even one more item of clothing. “This whole thing looks, like, super painful,” she improvises, her eyes fixed on the poster depicting human bodies being stretched and contorted in ways decency prevents her from describing. “Why don’t we have breakfast at the Museum of Natural History instead?” she suggests, wincing when her intended tone tips from bright enthusiasm into outright mania. “We can check out their biodiversity exhibit after. Did you hear they added a section on exobiology?”

The Shape of Soup on ao3

[saints-helen]

MASTERLIST

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Headcanons

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Nightmare headcanons

General headcanons

Xgaster being..um... Well.. xgaster

My take on passive and nightmare being "the same person"

Fanfic (all one shots for now)

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Medieval au: Oh Eurydice

Medieval au: nightmare's backstory

Suggestive crepic~

SEXY crepic~~~

The gang as wolves/dogs/wolfdogs

Sapphic crepic

Scenarios

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Sick nightmare sans

Crepic being cutesy and sweet

Crepic being cutesy again

THE TWINS ARE NY-

Crepic dynamic ideas

Error and blue being cute

Crepic making out

Poetry (?)

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Holding someone else's soul

Dreamtale being doomed from the beginning

Crepic going kissy kissy

Reblogs (with writing from me included)

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Skeletons with tails

Dreamtale "why were the villagers so mean?"

Baby corrupted nightmare being adopted

Me misreading a killer drawing's caption

UTMV as The Amazing Digital Circus

Kitty cat ki- i mean, killer with cat behaviours

Killer comfort item idea

Kolor opposite sides :((

Drawings

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Mermaid error

Human epic sans

Other

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Amazing thing someone drew omg

In relation to the TADC thing

An ask i sent about Harvey by Alex G

[octobers-veryown]

Here's a small masterlist with all my content. It will be updated constantly with every new addition. Enjoy xx

ELUCIEN

Elain and Lucien - Postcards from the Courts of Prythian

Elain and Lucien - Modern AU for Elucienweek2023

Elain and Lucien - Travel Prompt for Elucienweek2023

Elain and Lucien - Sunshine Prompt for Elucienweek2023

Modern!Elucien x Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Elucien x The Tortured Poets Department

Elain and Elucien - Fated (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Elucien - Golden (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Lucien - Adventures Lunathion's Version (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Lucien - High Society (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Lucien - Masks (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Lucien - Fearless (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Lucien - Tension and Healing (Elucienweek2024)

Elain and Lucien - Sink Beneath The Weaves by Separatist-Apologist

Elucien Bookmarks - acotar gift exchange 2024

AZRIS

Azris - Inspired by Howl by iftheshoef1tz

Azris - How Soon Is Now? inspired by what hath night to do with sleep by iftheshoef1tz

ModernAU!Azris

AZRIS WEEK 2024, DAY 4: CONTACT

MISC 🖤

Alex Galaxy Stern - Ninth House

Kaz and Inej - Six of Crows

Gwynriel - for "My Whole Life is Ruined" by SeparatistApologist

LUCIEN VANSERRA - I AM A ROLLING STONE for LucienWeek2023

LUCIEN VANSERRA - DAY 1: GENTLEMAN for LucienWeek2024

LUCIEN VANSERRA - DAY 3: DAYLIGHT for LucienWeek2024

LUCIEN VANSERRA - DAY 6: REPUTATION for LucienWeek2024

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY: ALL HAIL THE DRAGON QUEEN

NESSIAN X GASOLINE

ERIS VANSERRA, FUTURE HIGHLORD

FEYSAND TIMELOOP

EMORIE - "HOT TO GO" FOR SEPARATIST-APOLOGIST

FEYSAND - "I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE" FOR SEPARATIST-APOLOGIST

Archeron Sisters

ARINA - For Separatist Apologist

Erina - Violence Against Nature for Separatist-Apologist

Gwynriel - What Died Didn't Stay Dead for Separatist Apologist

PLAYLISTS

REYLO

Medieval Reylo

Elucien - Your heart beating through the stone

DRAMIONE - I've got nothing left to lose besides you

AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER

POV: You're training with Cassian

Azris - "We were born sick", you heard them say it

DayNight - You remind me that I'm alive.

Nesta Archeron - I'm not a Woman, I am a God

Nessian - The Ultimate Playlist

Bryce and Hunt - Crescent City

Darlington and Alex - Ninth House

Kaz Brekker - The boy with the broken halo

Six of Crows - This motherfucking clique

Music Albums Inspired Moodboards

BRAT

hopeless fountain kingdom

Hurry up, we're dreaming

THE FAME MONSTER

[honey-crypt]

for your write a thon, would you do a drabble that female farmer is infertile? Characters are Sam, Alex and Elliott!

a/n: request #6 of my write a thon and it's gonna be a heavy one, i hope this helps y'all get a glimpse into the reality and struggles of infertile people

warning: pregnancy & pregnancy related topics

★ baby blues - alex x farmer / elliott x farmer / sam x farmer ★

alex

The thin paper sheet that covered the exam table scratched at your bare skin. You tapped your fingers rhythmically against your thigh, the air conditioner in the exam room humming lowly. Alex sat in the chair beside you and rubbed his eyes, “It’s too bright in here,” he grumbled.

“Agreed,” you mused. This exam room had become a second home for the two of you for the past few months with a multitude of doctor visits and procedures conducted there. Yet, today could be the last time you two had to make the trek up to ZuZu City Municipal Hospital’s Fertility Assistance Wing. Today was the day, the day that would make or break you, the day you and Alex would learn if the embryo transfer was a success.

A nurse in a crisp uniform entered the room, “Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” she asked. Alex rose from his seat and held your hand, “That’s us.”

“Dr. Hargrove will be with you shortly,” the nurse informed you before exiting the exam room. You locked eyes with Alex, “What if it doesn’t work?”

“What if it does work?” he retorted, earning a small laugh from you.

“I’m serious, though,” you elaborated, “We’ve been through the ringer for almost two years, baby. The drugs, the artificial insemination… I’m just scared that this will all be for nothing.”

Alex held up your hand and kissed it, “It’s okay to be scared, babe. I’m scared, too… I’m scared for you,” you raised your eyebrows at his response, “You’ve been such a trooper, (Y/N). Doing the injections, taking the medicine, having that weird medieval torture device shoved up your pussy for the embryo transfer!” Alex sniffled,”It don’t know what Yoba’s plan is for us, but I pray to him that he grants us this blessing because you have fought tooth and nail to make it happen.”

“Oh, Alex,” you pecked him on the lips, “I love you. Thank you for being my rock through this,” your husband smiled cheekily, “Anything for you.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” the familiar voice of Dr. Hargrove called out to you, as she walked into the exam room, “How are you two doing today?”

“I know you have to ask us that but,” Alex squeezed your hand, “Can you rip the bandaid off, please? For my wife’s sake.”

Dr. Hargrove nodded, “Of course. I understand your anxieties about the embryo transfer,” the doctor approached the exam room’s tablet and opened up your medical record, “The blood test result should come in any moment now.”

Alex held his breath while you began to sweat, as you both and your doctor waited for the results. The tablet suddenly dinged and Dr. Hargrove smiled, “Okay, the results are in.”

You grabbed onto Alex, your legs shaking with nerves. Dr. Hargrove scanned over the results, “Well, this is what I expected,” she hummed, “You two are going to be wonderful parents.”

“I’m pregnant?” you gawked.

“She’s pregnant?!” shouted Alex.

Dr. Hargrove laughed, “You’re pregnant, (Y/N). Congratulations on your successful transfer,” she set the tablet down, “I’ll get your referral set up for your OBGYN, Dr. Hawkins. She’s a wonderful doctor with lots of experience with twins.”

“Thank you, doctor!” Alex cried out, tears running down his cheeks. He embraced you tightly, as you cried joyously in one another’s arms.

“We’re gonna be parents, Alex!”

“We are! We are… wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did she say twins?”

“Oh my god… she did say twins.”

elliott

You had gotten used to seeing the single line on your monthly pregnancy test. Time after time, that single line taunted you, mocking you and your husband’s tireless efforts to start your family. Yet, today was going to be different, you knew that it would be different. The past three days, you experienced bouts of morning time nausea and vomiting, your period was late, and you were craving smoked herring, despite being a vegetarian. I’m having a baby! you declared to yourself, I’m having a baby! I’m definitely having a baby!

Despite no nausea or vomiting this morning, you flung yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, much to your poor husband’s concern. Opening the mirror cabinet above your sink, you plucked a pregnancy test out of the bulk box you purchased from Joja Mart. Of course, you preferred to shop at Pierre’s, but the idea of requesting pregnancy tests from the father of one of your closest friends made your morning sickness flare up.

“Darling?” your husband’s voice rang from outside the bathroom, “Is everything alright? Do you need me to get the ginger ale?”

“No, not yet!” you exclaimed, setting the used pregnancy test on the counter next to you, “Come inside, duckie! I think this might be the moment.”

Elliott poked his head inside the bathroom, “Oh my goodness!” his eyes twinkled with the same light as before, eager but nervous to hear the result. He grasped your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, “How are you feeling, my dear? Are you excited?”

“Absolutely,” you answered, “We’re going to be parents, Elliott. I just know it, we’re gonna have our baby.”

Elliott tried his best to smile, but his quivering lip betrayed his outward hopefulness, “I want you to know that no matter what the result is, everything will be alright, okay?” he pressed a kiss against your temple, “It will be alright.”

“It will because it’s gonna be positive,” you chuckled dryly. It was almost a year since you and Elliott started your attempts to conceive. This was your last chance, it had to be positive.

The alarm on your phone went off, signalling that the results were ready. You reached for the pregnancy test and informed Elliott, “Close your eyes. I want to read it first.”

Your husband obliged and covered his eyes with his large hands, the ink stains from his late night writing session still evident. Taking a deep breath, you flipped over the pregnancy test and read the result.

One single line.

Your heart sank.

Not pregnant.

Your chest tightened, as tears swelled up in your eyes, “It- It’s negative,” you announced to Elliott, “I failed.”

Elliott removed his hands from his face and embraced you, rubbing your back while you sobbed your heart out, “You’re not a failure, my love, we’ll try again. Please don’t get discouraged, it will be okay.”

You held onto him for dear life, chest heaving and cheeks stained, “I can’t, I can’t. I don’t wanna try again.”

Elliott pulled away and cupped your cheeks in his hands, “That’s okay, (Y/N). I’ll follow your lead, okay?” he kissed your lips tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“It will be okay, no matter what.”

sam

You wiped sweat from your forehead and stretched your back out, as you stood before the field of ripe melons and blueberries ready for the picking. Summer crops were the most abundant and popular among the residents of Pelican Town with numerous orders, so you had your work cut out for you this season. With wicker basket in face, you got on your knees and plucked a few blueberries off their stems.

“(Y/N)!” your husband Sam called out to you from the porch. You peered from above the blueberry bushes, “Yes, love?” you shouted back.

“There’s a letter for us!” he exclaimed, “It’s from the ZuZu City Orphanage!”

You nearly dropped your basket, “What?!” you jogged up to the porch, seeing Sam wave a sealed envelope in his hand. The two of you wanted to be parents ever since your engagement, but a year or so of failed conception attempts left you discouraged. Dr. Harvey had recommended a fertility specialist to you to assist with the procedure, but the idea of subjecting yourself to injections and procedures left a queasy feeling in your stomach. Nonetheless, it didn’t matter a lot to Sam and you on how you became parents, thus the pursuit of adoption.

“I didn’t think they would get to us so quickly,” you commented to Sam, as the two of you entered the kitchen. The blonde hummed in agreement, “I’m surprised, too. Hopefully, it’s good news.”

“Me too,” you answered and hugged your husband’s arm, “I’d be heartbroken otherwise. I fell in love with Cordelia and Conrad the moment we saw them.”

You remembered the day you and Sam visited the orphanage, nervous but excited. You had some qualms about adoption, you believed it best to keep the child with their family unless it wasn’t an option. Yet, at the orphanage, these children had no family and if you could, you would’ve adopted them all.

After meeting with the caretaker and filling out the necessary paperwork, you and Sam were allowed to visit the children on the orphanage’s playground. A warm, fuzzy feeling grew in your chest at the sight of happy children running about, “I wish we could take them all home with us,” you muttered to Sam, “I want them all to have loving, safe home.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” replied Sam, rubbing your back, “It feels cruel to choose, you know?”

“Yeah,” you pouted, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Suddenly, a little girl who eerily resembled you and Sam ran past you, “Jamie, give it back!” she screamed at the boy she was chasing after. You watched the little girl tackle the boy to the ground and tussle about in the dirt, soon emerging victorious with a notebook in hand, “Meanie!” she chastised Jamie.

“Cordelia!” the orphanage caretaker yelled, “What did I say about tackling people?”

The girl Cordelia looked back at the caretaker, “He stole my songbook!”

Your chest tightened, “Sam,” you whispered to your husband, “That’s our kid.”

Sam grinned ear to ear, “That’s our kid.”

The caretaker shooed Cordelia back to the playground and guided Jamie to the other side before returning to the two of you, “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized, “Cordelia’s very… headstrong and protective of her belongings.”

“That’s okay!” you answered, “Can you tell us more about her?”

The caretaker obliged and rehashed Cordelia’s background. She was a recent addition to the orphanage, having lost her parents in the ongoing war with the Gotoro Empire. You could feel Sam’s expression darken at the mention of the Gotoro Empire, it was a sensitive subject for him because of his father’s past involvement and POW status.

“I would advise against only adopting her,” explained the caretaker, “She has a baby brother, Conrad. We try not to separate siblings.”

“Then we’ll adopt them both,” responded Sam. The caretaker grinned widely, “That’s wonderful! I’m sure the two of you will be great parents for them,” she gestured to the door, “Let’s go inside and we can get the paperwork done for the next step.”

Back in the present, you held on the enevelope addressed to you and Sam from the orphanage, “What if we were denied?” you asked with a frown.

“Then that caretaker and those reviewers are idiots,” your husband laughed, “Can you do the honors, baby?”

“As long as you hold me,” you replied.

With Sam’s arms wrapped around your body, you carefully opened up the envelope and removed the neatly folded letter out of it. You read through the contents of the letter, your eyes widening.

“Sam?”

“Yes, sweets?”

“We got approved.”

“WE GOT APPROVED!” your husband screamed, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back joylously and set the letter down on the dining room table, overcome with the purest form of happiness. Attached to the letter, there was a photo of Cordelia and Conrad smiling with Cordelia holding up a small sign with the words We’re Cordelia and Conrad Duffy! on it, becoming the first memento of your newfound family.

[rosetintedchainsaw]

Name: Courtney Hazel Dellian

Username: courtneydarkangel6 (the L is an i on Roblox, I made an acc with an L but I forgot the pswrd because my brain turned to mush)

Nicknames/Aliases: Court, Witch-hazel, Rosalyn

Age: 21

Birthday: October 31st, 1995

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual (“As long as they know how to hop a fence, I’ll keep them around.”)

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Addictions: (“Whenever something stops working, I try something else…”)

Religion: Atheist (“He never saved me when I needed him.”)

Lives in: Seems to never stay in one place for too long. (“Nowhere’s safe enough…”)

Occupation: (“Whatever I can find.”)

Weapons: Keeps a taser, gun, and various axes hidden in her van. (“I have to.”)

Alignment: True Neutral

Text Color: Orange

Main Hobbies: Painting, Playing her guitar, Joyriding, Taking care of her cat Daze, Blasting shitty divorced-dad rock on her MP3, Stargazing near the ocean (“Only on good days.”)

Favorite Food: Jimmy John’s (“When I can afford it.”)

Favorite Flower: (“...”)

Scent: Avril Lavigne's Black Star perfume (“I’ve made it last.”)

Handedness: Ambidextrous (“As long as they both work.”)

Blood Color: Red (How could I forget?)

Themes:

Playlist:

Fun Fact: “I’ve been banned from every single bar in Wisconsin all in one night... And no, I don't remember why.”

Special Interests: Creepypasta, Medieval Torture, Biblical and Pagan Imagery, Cryptids, etc. (“I’d list more, but these were all from so long ago… I haven't had time to get into anything new.”)

Stims: Pacing, Fidgeting with whatever object she can get her hands on.

Stimboard: WIP

Moodboard: WIP

Fashion Board: WIP

Comfort Objects: Her guitar, The few CD’s she has left, her MP3 player, her weighted blanket, a giant caterpillar stuffie she won at a carnival ages ago, and her daisy chain bracelet. (I can't stand to look at it, but it's always there on my wrist. It feels like I’m punishing myself forever.)

Family: Sandra Dellian (“Mom, but not really.”), Leonard Copeland (“Pig bastard who left us to rot.”), Lindsay Dellian (“...I miss you.”)

Friends: Daisy Daisy Bell (...I'm sorry I failed you.), Alex Davis (“I don't know why you still try.”), José (“I learned a few basic words for him. He was nice.”)

Romance: (“I’d rather not talk about any of them.”)

Enemies: (sighhhhhhhhhhh “Well I have one constantly on my trail. All the time. No matter where I go. So that's something.”)

Pets: (“I had two cats, but my baby Alexander’s gone now. Now all I have is Daze. I don't say her name out loud often. I just snap my fingers and she comes up to me.”)

Brief Personality: Courtney may seem like a jaded, exhausted, and terminally troubled person. And that assumption would be correct. Nowadays, she barely speaks unless it's to Daze or one of her few old friends online. She goes through life in a dreadfully slow and dazed stumble, and sometimes doesn't seem all the way there. When she isn't in a depressive and almost bitterly-mournful state, she’s usually caught up in some sort of trouble, usually her previous ex, who has been stalking her and sending her threats for quite some time. She tends to move around often, mostly to escape him, but he somehow always manages to track her down. There’s also the underlying feeling she may be subconsciously searching for something.

Backstory: Courtney and Lindsay Dellian were both born on October 31st 1995, their parents being Sandra Dellian and Leonard Copeland. Early on the family had been stricken with turbulence. Sandra had been smoking and using drugs during her pregnancy, which therefore caused complications that endangered both her and her unborn children’s health greatly. Her husband, Leonard, had also been battling a long line of addiction for most of his life, but had been twelve months sober before the twin’s birth. The two had been in deep financial debt, and were both dreading having to take care of their children once they were brought home. They knew they couldn't.

It soon became clear with the twins that Courtney was the brash and defiant problem child, while Lindsay had been born mute. She never spoke or played with any other children, while Courtney lashed out at the other kids, and regularly mouthed off at her teachers and parents. Despite their differences, Courtney was wildly protective of Lindsay, and would keep her out of any trouble she herself caused.

Both children were severely neglected by their parents, mainly left to fend for themselves as they grew up. Eventually, Courtney’s parents had started taking her to various child psychologists, after her behavioral issues had become “too much” for them to handle. When Courtney had turned eleven years old in 2006, Sandra and Leonard filed for divorce, and Leonard took Lindsay with him. Leonard simply couldn't deal with Courtney’s attitude, and had started regularly snapping at both his wife and children. His addiction had finally returned as well, causing him to spiral. Courtney suffered a horrible nervous breakdown after being separated from her twin sister, and soon her mother admitted her into the Morning Star Youth Correctional Facility.

There, she became acquainted with a strange and quiet girl named Jessica Pierce. Their friendship did not last long, however. And soon Courtney became paranoid, and convinced that Jessica was secretly a demonic entity posing as a human child. She tried to express her concern to various staff members, but was soon put under sedation, and was forced to take various psychological tests for her sudden "delusion". After a string of mysterious deaths and incidents at the correctional facility, Jessica eventually ran away, never to be seen again.

After being released for “good behavior”, Courtney spent the rest of her adolescence causing more problems, and overall growing more and more reckless and defiant. Around that time, her mother had started dating a new boyfriend, who quickly became abusive to both Courtney and her mother. After attempting to run away from home multiple times, Courtney soon became involved with various friend groups as she went through middle school and eventually transitioned into high school. For her, sneaking out with them late at night to the skatepark was her only escape. It was around that time when one of her friends introduced her to online websites, one of them being Roblox.

Courtney mainly saw the sites as fun and stupid distractions, but soon her attitude changed when she met a user named Daisy Bell. They almost reminded her of Lindsay in a way. Her and Daisy soon grew close, and Courtney developed an almost “older-sister” attitude towards Daisy, fending off anyone that messed with her. She started growing more and more addicted to the Internet, using it as a form of escapism as her home life fell apart rapidly. Eventually, Sandra and her boyfriend got into a violent altercation, and Courtney herself had to physically restrain her mother’s boyfriend from attacking them. Courtney soon mentally spiraled, and her drug addiction, which had already been bad before, soon became out of control, to the point of nearly overdosing in her room numerous times.

Daisy Bell eventually stopped coming online, and Courtney grew desperate, putting up posters around town and making posts on forums asking anyone if they knew anything about her online friend, but no information came about. Courtney soon suffered a complete mental breakdown, and started ripping out her own hair before her mother’s boyfriend called the police, claiming she had physically attacked him. Courtney spent a few months in a juvenile center, before being released. A few years had passed, and Courtney eventually graduated high school.

Courtney kept in touch with a few of Daisy’s old friends, but eventually disappeared off the web for a while after her mother’s boyfriend threatened to shoot her and her mother, which caused Courtney to finally snap and run away from home. She began couch surfing with a few of her skating friends, before moving in with Toby Bayers, a friend of hers who she soon began dating. She and Toby began experimenting with drugs, before she eventually became pregnant with his child. She unwillingly kept the child, but soon left Toby after he became physically violent towards her. She arranged one of her closest friends from school to look after the child, and help her possibly file a restraining order against Toby. She continued to couch surf with many of her friends, before eventually stealing all of her mother’s money and fleeing to Italy under the pseudo-name Rosalyn to remain safe after Toby relentlessly stalked her after their breakup.

Around 2015, Courtney eventually sent a message to Daisy’s inactive account. Even after five years, Daisy remained a deep and dark subject in her mind, that tirelessly haunted her every waking moment. If only she had kept in touch. If only she had done something. She knew Camilla was responsible. Either partly or fully. The thought that something horrible happened to Daisy ate away at her, and continued to chip away at her psyche. Courtney soon moved out of Italy after one of Toby’s friends who lived over there had located her. She moved back to America, and has spent pretty much then up until now moving from motel to motel, and sometimes even opts to sleep inside of her stolen van, which has pretty much become her safe haven. She had been taking care of two cats she had adopted in Italy, one of which she named Daze, after her old friend, and Alexander, after the stuffed dog toy her sister Lindsay used to always carry around with her.

Courtney spends most of her time nowadays either doing various odd-jobs to keep herself from starving, or keeping herself on the move from Toby, who still attempts to contact her to this day. Despite her life being one long string of misfortune after misfortune, she feels she cannot give up, no matter how much the option tugs at her each day. She still regularly keeps in contact with Alex Davis, and Toby can't chase after her forever. One day, everything will get better.

It couldn't get any worse, right?